BLISS
CHAPTER 1
First Love.
Two very sad words that Jung Eun Ji once said. Starting from all the good made by his own lover to the purpose of his kindness. He almost died crazy because of all the nonsense that didn't fix his life. In fact, he almost called all the men he knew to come to his apartment every night in turn.
“I told you I had to go! Find me an apartment to just clean myself up, hurry up I need a shower. After that don't forget to call people to fix the shower in my apartment.”
Eun Ji spoke in a tone of voice that she raised. Hoping that the interlocutor does not ask a lot and immediately carry out his orders, because he is really in a hurry.
His boss called and asked him to come to the office at this time. He waited for Eun Ji's presence in an hour. And Eun Ji is sure she will be late, considering she has not cleaned herself and the shower in her bathroom is suddenly broken. He also forced to find an empty apartment and hitchhiked to clean the body in the bathroom, and he would pay for it.
Before long, the door of his apartment was knocked. Convinced by the person behind the door of his apartment, he grabbed his tenteng bag and opened the door of his apartment as soon as possible. After realizing that his conjecture was right, he followed the servant to the place he had prepared.
A door on the 4th floor where his apartment is located is open. It looked quiet and empty, but the apartment contained. Eun Ji thought for a moment that the owner was leaving so she could use the bathroom in apartment number 287.
“You can use the bathroom here. Here's the spare key, you can hand over the key in the information center later. Then, I'm sorry.”
The waiter bowed his body and then disappeared behind the door. Eun Ji doesn't care much about the apartment owner, all she does next second is enter the bathroom and clean herself up as fast as she can.
After cleaning himself up, Eun Ji prepares herself as neatly as possible. With a knee-length skirt and a modeling-impressed top, she saw a shadow of herself. Perfect enough for 30 minutes.
***
Kim Myung Soo forced himself to step out of his apartment. His feet led him to the waiting room, and that's where he is now. Waiting for his apartment to be empty and he can freely laze on his Sunday.
Being a building owner consisting of many apartments in it is very time-consuming to rest. Sometimes the complaints of every customer lead to a sacrifice in his life. For example, for the moment.
Just now, a woman called the service center and asked to find an apartment to just clean herself up. How can an apartment that has been purchased by someone else be rented easily to someone they do not know? So, in the end, he had to give up and give his apartment as a place to clean himself.
Myung Soo glanced at his watch, 20 minutes passed and he had not seen any signs of the woman passing through the waiting room. Although the possibility to meet the woman only a little considering her who does not know for sure the woman's face, but she still makes sure there is a woman who is in a hurry.
Right at the 30th minute, Myung Soo found a woman– whom he thought was pretty–passed the waiting room while running. He concluded that the woman had left his apartment. Satisfied, he walked back to his apartment.
Myung Soo puts his hand right on the door handle before finally trying to push and open the door. And just as he expected, the woman had indeed left.
The first five steps he went through feeling free. And the next five steps he went through with a feeling of worry. Her feelings of worry came after a woman with the almost qualified face of a flight attendant, appeared and looked at her confusedly. And the next second, the woman tried to scream.
Myung Soo did not know what reason he ran towards the woman and closed his mouth, and after the woman's voice was no longer heard, he took off his provisions and pitted the eyes of both of them.
“You who?”
Myung Soo found the woman making a sound, her voice soft. It was like the voice of an angel. Wait... What did he just think?
“I am the owner of this apartment.” Myung Soo replied proudly. “You're done?”
“Your name.”
Without answering Myung Soo's question, the woman says something that should be a question. However, it was just like an order. Not wanting to complicate the atmosphere, Myung Soo also answered casually.
“Kim Myung Soo's. I think you're done with your business, so you better get out now.”
The nameless woman, or rather the woman who did not want Myung Soo to know her name, came out without giving a word of greeting or thank you. Suddenly, Myung Soo feels himself experiencing a change of atmosphere. The woman was disturbing, very.
***
“You're late 10min Jung Eun Ji.”
Eun Ji lowered her head and glanced at her watch at a glance. It was only ten minutes, yet to reach one or even ten centuries.
“You better finish your new song now that our artist is waiting for the song today.”
One word, and one surprise. Our artist? How could he call those untalented people artists? How humiliating.
“I'll work on it. Just need to add some lyrics and arrange the type of music. If my guess is right, within 2 hours the song is ready in their hands.” Those who are your artists, not my artists.
“Good. You can go into your room now. Remember, it must be finished today, do not put it off and disappoint all who are waiting for you.”
Eun Ji nodded and bowed for a moment before finally entering her room. With a pencil and some paper that a week ago became his food, he began to drain his brain. After one song, he switched to the favorite piano that still belongs to the company.
If you were mine, I wouldn't let them tell you to play a song that doesn't belong to you.
With unparalleled seriousness, Eun Ji lets her fingers dance on the piano while her mouth tries to match the arrangement of the song and lyrics. As soon as he felt something was wrong, he happily stopped the game and fixed it.
Doesn't an artist do something like this? work hard for the perfect outcome of their own hands. Like now, like Eun Ji did. Only, a Jung Eun Ji was never seen, but rather enslaved.
***
Feeling that his mood changed, he tried to find entertainment. The only place that first came to his mind, was none other than the photo studio. However, as soon as he saw the music studio next to his lasting photo studio, his brain refused to take pictures in the photo studio.
A change of mood in yourself can sometimes bring good news.
In the lobby of the music studio building it looks deserted. But, the atmosphere changed as soon as Myung Soo passed through one room. It was a big room with a few people in it. Without further ado and without excuse, Myung Soo pressed the capture button in his camera.
Satisfied with the picture he took, he stepped back. This time the same room returned he took some pictures of the events in the room. Starting from six women who were being groomed, a producer–seems–who was joking with some cameraman next to him, and a woman who was talking to a middle-aged man in front of him.
Like on a big rock, Myung Soo again noticed the photo he just took. A woman and a middle-aged man. It was not the incident in the photo that caught Myung Soo's attention, but it was his woman's face that caught Myung Soo's attention.
Myung Soo blinked. So, the woman works at the music studio? What position? Is he here to sing?
Returned reality. Myung Soo notices the woman who had borrowed her apartment to clean up, leaving the room where Myung Soo is now standing. Without coercion, Myung Soo steps out, following the woman to the other room.
The door opened and then closed again. The woman disappears behind the door that is now in front of Myung Soo. There was a curiosity that touched Myung Soo, before he finally opened the door.
Blank. There was no one in the room. Where's that woman?
Myung Soo deepens his steps exploring the room. After the first ten steps, he was sure his ears caught a series of piano notes played very gently. This time doubt enveloped Myung Soo, did he have to see what happened there?
The answer was his feet stepping into the room.
His eyes stared intently at the woman he had met, occasionally using his camera to take pictures of the woman who was currently sitting opposite a piano and exploring his piano. Unknowingly, a smile was painted on Myung Soo's face.
Myung Soo sees the woman smiling and returns to singing. Her voice was soft, the same as the first time Myung Soo heard her voice. Although he himself did not know how his perspective contained the song, because for now, the voice of the woman was the most attention-grabbing.
