Chapter 40
Hyun min swiftly pulled out a chair and guided Sarah into it, her dazed form sinking gratefully onto the seat. As he walked away to fetch a bottle of water, Sarah's gaze followed him, her eyes unfocused. He returned with the water, opened it, and handed it to her.
"Drink this," he said, his firm yet gentle voice brooking no argument.
Sarah's lips curled into a silly smile as she took the bottle, her hands wrapping around it gratefully. She tilted her head back and gulped the water down, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat. As she finished, she squeezed the bottle tightly, a small sigh of relief escaping her lips.
Sarah grasped his arm and dragged him down into the chair beside her. She gazed up at him, her eyes shining with a drunken intensity. "You're just too, too, too cute," she slurred, her hand reaching out to caress his face. Her fingers danced across his cheek, her touch light and playful. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, her voice barely audible, her words laced with a curious intimacy. The piano guy's expression unreadable and he ignored the question.
As the dim lights danced across the room, Sarah's unsteady feet carried her towards the piano guy, her eyes fixed on his luscious locks. "Hm, is this your real hair or are you wearing a wig?" she slurred, her curiosity piqued. Her fingers grazed his scalp,she scattered his hair, marveling at its silkiness. "Oh, this feels so silky," she cooed, her voice husky with intoxication.
She compared the texture to her own hair, running her fingers through both, a look of wonder on her face. "You can't compare African hair to asian hair," she mused, her words dripping with tipsy candor. "I just had this silk press to impress a fool," she added, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Hyun min's patience wore thin as Sarah's fingers continued to ravage his hair. With a gentle yet firm grasp, he held her hand down, his eyes locked on hers. His voice pierced the air, laced with amusement and concern. "What are you doing?" The room held its breath, awaiting Sarah's response.
The air was thick with tension as sarah's eyes locked onto hyun min,her gaze burning with an intense fervor. Her body began to contort, her face twisting in a grimace as she gagged, the sound echoing through the room like a death knell. "No, no, no way, no way!" Hyun min exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of panic and disgust as he tried to push her aside.
But it was too late. Sarah's body betrayed her, and her stomach contents erupted onto the piano guy's clothes, the putrid smell of liquor and vomit wafting through the air like a noxious cloud. His face turned a sickly shade of green, his eyes wide with horror as he looked like he was about to succumb to the same fate.
Sarah, meanwhile, had passed out completely, her lifeless body crumpling to the ground with a soft thud. Hyun min stumbled backward, his clothes stained and reeking of the foul odor. "Get me a napkin or something!" he cried to his guys,who were nearby watching the whole scenerio. his voice shrill with desperation as they rushed over to assist him.
"Oh my God, oh my gosh!! He muttered in disgust.
The room was filled with the sound of their frantic movements, the smell of vomit hanging heavy in the air like a malevolent presence.
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Sarah's pov
As I slowly opened my eyes, a wave of pain crashed over my head, like a relentless storm pounding against the shore. The throbbing in my temples was a dull ache, and my mouth felt parched and gritty, like the Sahara desert. I tried to sit up, but a dizzying vortex sucked me back, forcing me to pause and collect my bearings.
As my vision began to clear, I took in my unfamiliar surroundings. The room was a blur of unfamiliar scents and sights, a world away from the comforting familiarity of my hostel room. Panic began to creep in, like a slow-moving fog, as I struggled to piece together the fragments of my memory. Where was I?
I slowly got up, my eyes scanning the room for any clues, like a detective searching for hidden evidence. That's when I saw him - a figure emerging from a door,must be the bath room, he was wearing just a pair of baggy pants,his hips were thin and sexy as he was just only shirtless.
A towel wrapped around his hair as he cleaned them dry and his chest glistened with droplets of water, like dew on a summer morning.
Our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of surprise, like a spark of electricity that ran through my veins. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, like a fragile leaf rustling in the wind. My head was still spinning, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion, like a puzzle with missing pieces.
As the face began to take shape, a startled yell escaped my lips. "You're the piano guy!" I exclaimed, my voice echoing through the room like a crack of thunder.
He turned to me, a hint of annoyance flickering across his face like a shadow. "Don't call me that," he said curtly, his voice a low growl. "I have a name."
With a fluid motion, he walked over to the mirror, running a hand through his hair as he checked his reflection. I watched him, my mind racing with questions, trying to piece together the events that had led me to this place.
"Wait, what am I doing here?" I asked, my voice rising in panic like a siren. I looked around, realizing I was standing on the bed, my heart racing with fear. "Did you kidnap me again?" I demanded, my voice trembling with indignation.
The piano guy turned to face me, a wry smile spreading across his face like a slow-burning fire. "Well, thank goodness you're alive," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm like a poisoned dagger. "You didn't die, and that's a good thing, because you have a lot of things to start paying for."
I stared at him, confusion etched on my face like a puzzle with missing pieces. "I don't understand," I said, my voice shaking like a leaf. "What's this supposed to mean?"
I sprang down from the bed, my heart racing like a wild animal trapped in my chest. What was I doing here? Where were my shoes? My mind was a jumble of fragmented thoughts and memories, like shards of broken glass that refused to fit together. As I turned to scan the room, our eyes met, and he began to move towards me with purposeful strides.
Fear coursed through my veins like ice-cold water, and I backed away, my eyes fixed on him like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I stumbled backward, my legs trembling beneath me, until I fell onto the bed with a soft thud. He didn't falter in his approach, his eyes never leaving mine, until he stood right in front of me.
Without a word, he pulled out a phone and handed it to me, his voice firm but controlled. "Go through all that,let's see if you'll still rant with those mouth of yours," he said, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.
I took the phone, my mind reeling with questions. What was I supposed to find on this device? What secrets would it reveal?I looked up at him, searching for answers, but his expression was a mask, impenetrable and unreadable.
The phone felt heavy in my hand, like a weight that threatened to drag me down into a dark abyss. I hesitated, unsure of what to do next.