Maya POV
Italic writing in Maya POV, is dialogue in korean. Can't trust translators, avoiding embarassing mistakes 😂
"Two bottles of soju," I told the waitress who was standing next to my table with a clipboard ready to take my order.
"Anything else?" she asked in a monotone voice, I shook my head and she walked slowly back to the counter.
I let out a sigh, and opened my phone and looked at the latest twitter posts, as I scroll past the many posts on idols, I heard the door chime as another customer walked in. I looked up, curious to see who it was, a male around 5ft6 wearing a black shirt and straight trousers, a blackface mask,
plain black cap, with two silver earrings on his left ear. His outfit was dead serious, his skin was pale and looked like it didn't own a single scar or spot. He placed himself at a table in a corner, I could see him at the corner of my eye as he placed his order. Why was I so intrigued by this guy? From my short experience from living in Korea, I've noticed that many people dress very well, so my eyes have seen many men and women dress at the standard of this guy. But there was something about this guy. His mask was drawn down as he told the waitress specifically what he wanted. His face was perfectly round, he had thin pale pink lips with a subtle cupid bow and mono lid eyes, he had such an innocent look.
"2 bottles of soju," I snap out my trance as the waitress places the bottles on my table.
"Can I order a bowl of cold noodles with pork please?" She nods and repeats my order, i nod my head clarifying my request. As she walks away I turn my head to take another look at the guy in the corner but I drop my gaze as I realise he was already looking in my direction. How long had he been watching me? Did he realise that I was staring at him before? Being stared at was nothing new to me from living in Seoul, my whole being seemed to get attention from the people here. My dark skin, to my thick dark hair and body shape, my students would constantly ask questions "how do you get your hair like that?" "Can my hair do that?" "Your skin looks so soft..." on and on. So to be honest I shouldn't really be hyping over this situation. But his gaze didn't hold any curiosity or fascination, there was nothing. I let out a small sigh and opened up the first bottle of soju and filled the shot glass.
Looking outside I could see night approaching, I digged into my pocket for money to pay for my bill. I looked over to the corner to see whether the guy was still there, he was looking down and his cheeks and tip of his nose were pink bringing colour to his face. I giggled as I saw that both soju bottles were bone dry, I couldn't even manage to finish the first bottle. He looks up from under his eyes and makes a crooked grin, my face flushed as I wasn't expecting any response from him. Shit why did he go and do that for? I looked at my watch and decided that I should go and fix myself before I leave. I got up from my seat and I could feel his eyes follow me as I walked to the bathroom. Pushing open the door I sigh as I see the lock is red, so I lean against the wall annoyed. A restaurant of this standard only has one toilet? I close my eyes as I feel quite light headed from the soju, I open my eyes as I hear a door squeak open expecting to see a cleaner but instead I see the guy.
"Oh someone is in there," I told him.
"I figured," his tone was cold, but I watched his eyes look me up and down.
"So what is your purpose here?" His head was cocked to the side with a judging gaze.
I narrowed my eyes at him, purpose? I've just gotten used to living in this country and here he is reminding me that I don't belong here.
"I don't think it concerns you," I tell him with a smile, hoping that I have pissed him off, but he smiles back not looking bothered at all.
"Your Korean is good American," his words were slurred, which emphasised how patronising he was trying to be. I wasn't going to entertain him, he was just drunk. A drunk dickhead. I bit down on my tongue to refrain myself from
replying to him, I closed my eyes again and waited to hear the bathroom door unlock.
"Sorry," a middle aged man came out of the toilet, finally. I wasted no time and got in locking the door. I looked at myself in the mirror, my slicked straightened hair was in a ponytail that ended at my shoulders, my eyeliner and lipstick was my bag, where was it man? My head shot up as I heard banging on the door.
"Hey hurry up! Your waisting my time!"
That boy, I swear. Can't believe I wasted my time actually acknowledging him.
"Ah ha!" I smiled as I whipped out my lipstick and started to apply it upon my lips. The red stood out against my medium toned brown skin, the eyeliner could wait, I was happy with my apearance. I went to the door to unlock it to let in the rat waiting outside, "gosh waiting is-" he pushed me back into the bathroom and locked the door. WTF!!! His hand grabbed my face and his lips smacked against mine as he pushed me into the wall. What the actual fuck is happening? He groaned something in korean but my brain didn't have the time to translate it, as i felt his tongue roughly slide into my mouth and I could taste the alcohol he had been drinking, as soon as I started to kiss back he pulled away. His lips were coloured red from my lips, which made something within me stir. He smirked as he used his thumb to wipe the corner of his mouth. My eyes were wide open in shock and he looked smug as hell.
"Don't keep me waiting," he smirked pointing a finger at me and turned to leave.
Don't keep him waiting??? What in the world? I couldn't gather any of my thought's together. I went to the mirror to look at myself, and groaned out load to see that my perfectly re-applied lipstick was smudged worse than it was before thanks to him.
