Kiyun

Every morning, on the way to work, you pass that new billboard, Arabella, the newest K-pop sensation, striking a perfect pose. Those legs, that silhouette… impossible to ignore. Today, you look a little too long to it and....crash! Your car jolts as you slam into the back of the sleek supercar in front. Heart pounding, you scramble out, already muttering apologies. The damage isn’t that bad, but still, it’s a supercar and will cost you dearly, probably half a month of your wage. Then, the driver’s door opens. Your breath catches. It’s her, Arabella! She steps out with grace, flawless, radiant. Your mouth goes dry. You stare at her, at the impossible situation. She doesn’t even glance at you. Instead, she inspects the damage in silence, dragging out the moment. Then, finally, she turns, catching you squarely as you were, once again but this time live, admiring her figure. Her lips curve slightly. Not a smile.