EXTRA: HOW THEY MET

*Sorry, on the previous chapter, a line was omitted. There was supposed to be something at the end like 'That night, we do things like normal people do. We stay up and finish the movie then go to bed, but before he wakes up, I am already gone'.

I apologize for any inconveniences. If you have anything you would like to say to me, just reach me on my gmail account, ojegift99@gmail.com. Thank you for reading so far!*

(PS: This chapter happens a year ago!)

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Was it the fact that the crowd was too much?

No, it was not that.

Eul Yi Song knew that it was because she hated people..

The way they came and fussed over like they really cared, even though she knew half of them only came to this exhibition because Father invited them and because they all had something to say to him, possibly a business deal or another.

Oppa could not come, though he did request for one of her paintings to be shipped to him and paid a lot of money for it, though she did not want that.

And there was Noona too, who was here but was being swallowed by Directors and CEO's, handling one thing or the other.

In her own exhibition, with thousands of people all around her admiring her work.

She felt alone.

Sure, once or twice, someone came and congratulated her, a handshake or two, with a smile on their face, a wink there, a laugh here.

But Eul Yi Song had studied the human mind and body to notice fake reactions and body movements that were lies.

Lies were her strongest suit anyway.

"You drew yourself?"

Some of her Father's colleagues began to crowd her, Father among the little crowd as she turned around and realized that she had been standing beside a painting of her Mother.

Though she had sworn not to draw any family member, Appa had pressed her on this, saying that the public would see this and sympathize with her and people would give positive reviews.

Because who would not be moved by the story of a girl who lost her Mother at seven and draws her with the little memories she has of the woman.

The painting is all blur and dust like, like someone under water trying to see something far away, which was for a reason anyway.

The surrounding has Mother, her face without features, because I'm not supposed to remember though I do, and a violin on her shoulder.

You cannot read her expression to see that she is enjoying this but you can tell by her body language that she is relaxed and at peace.

Which was ever a rare thing for her unless she had that violin in her hand.

"That's her Mother" Father says, using a sad tone "She died in a ghastly motor accident, the car running into the ravine when Ga-eul was seven"

"Oh" One of them say "I apologize for bringing it up"

She shakes her head, a small smile lighting her face "It is alright. As you can see, I barely even remember how she looks"

"Ah, where you in the accident too?" Another one asks.

"Yes she was" Father says "A dreadful thing really"

"Oh" The first one that spoke says, evident sadness in his voice "That must have been sad"

"Not really" She replies "Considering the fact she was aiming to kill us both, it really wasn't"

There is a surprised look on all their faces as Father sharply turns to her, rage in his eyes but all she does is take a sip from her wineglass and say "Excuse me. I need to take a breath of fresh air"

She walks away before anyone can stop her, though she doubts they will because Father would be doing damage control and trying to pacify them as she walks out of the gallery.

The wind is cold and biting, making her greatful that she had worn the furcoat even though she had stubbornly refused to wear it at first before she hears it.

The sound of two people fighting.

Though it is more of muffled screams and punches but she wants to see anyway.

Her high heels clicking away on the gravel leaving sounds that seem to be loud in the night, she keeps going, walking down an alley now till she sees him and stops.

He is tall, muscular and there is blood all over his face, but in front of me is a child who he hands a him too "Now, be careful. You shouldn't let your Mother send you on errands this late in the night. Do you understand?"

The child has tears in his eyes as he nods before the man pats his shoulder "Go" and the kid runs, past me, like she's not there.

The other man slowly slides to the floor, groaning in pain as she notices the other unconscious person at his side before she hears him say "You going to stand there and be weird?"

She knows he is talking to her but she says nothing as he lights a cigarette and put it in between his lips, inhaling and then puffing out before he turns to her.

The first thing she notices are the green eyes, green as the garden she had once painted about babylon and the way they caught her in a bind and rendered her speechless "I suppose you're the rich bitch doing the exhibition down the street. Kinda wondering why you're making the money though, you look Daddy can take care of you and your generations to come"

"He can" She says when she finally finds her tongue "But I like to paint. Do you need help? You look hurt"

"You're the one that needs help right now with the way you're dressed, looking like you're worth a million won" He says with a dark chuckle "You better run off darling. As you can see, I have an unconscious person next to me. I doubt you'd want me touching a strand of hair on your head"

"I know you wouldn't hurt me" She says "You saved that boy"

"You don't know that"

"I'm not blind"

He blinks for a while then let's out a groan, holding his head "Shit, you're so fucking persistent, and rude too. How old are you?"

"Twenty three" She says as he begins to stand.

"I'm older with what? Four? Five years? I have no idea" He says "But so what if I help him? People like us that don't have money being fed to us from birth have to learn how to protect ourselves somehow, or we'd just go extinct and you rich fuckers would miss us"

"But you don't know him, do you?"

"That's the thing" He says "All of you, in that stupid art gallery, would backstab each other without a single thought, but we, here, on the outside, we know what it means to lose, and we don't like it. Do you understand?"

And that was to make her fall in love.

Eul Yi Song wasn't sure if it was because of the fact her childhood was filled with people who stayed with her not because they wanted to, but because they were made or paid to, or having a Mother who was ready to hurt her without her consent.

Or having a best friend who left without warning, promised to call and text but never did.

She didn't know.

All she knew was that she wanted someone who would be with her because he wanted to, because he was good and honest, even though he smoked and seemed to see her as the worst person after satan "I like you"

He laughs there, loud, maniacally like she is crazy before he says "You're funny, just saying that out of the blues. Happy to burst your over privileged bubbles, but I'm gay"

"Gay?" She asks.

"I like only men" He says, a dark smile on his face as he walked up to her before stopping at her side and whispering "And I would never consider you unless you are a man, which you're not. Sad"

Then with a laugh, he was gone.

Leaving her there with a memory that he forgot that same night after a couple of drinks and a memory that she protected and kept only to herself for a year till they met again.

Except this time.

He knew her as a Man.