Myeol Mang sat in the corner of the fast food restaurant, glaring at the young handsome talented rising superstar writer monopolizing his girlfriend's attention at the moment. Dong Kyung sipped on her soda, casually viewing Park Young aka Kwi Gon Ja, top ten author of online sensation, "Woke up to be a Superstar," and realty show t.v. star now. She observes the black baseball cap shoved down over his black hair and the dark black mask covering majority of his lower face as he nibbled on a French fry.
Ever absorbed in himself, he swallows, states,
"I'm rather busy. Why do you keep calling me out? Do you like me?"
Sipping on her drink, slowly pulls the straw out of her mouth, sighs heavily, glares at the rude young man, irritably responds,
"I didn't keep calling you out. Last time, you were the one who came to me. I am no longer the editor anymore."
Shocked by her strong tone, Park Young, puts down his cup, leans forward, asks,
"What is this? A threat? A challenge?"
Dong Kyung clears off the small table, slaps down a plastic cover sheet with a pen. She smiles, says in a sweetest voice,
"Can I have your autograph?"
Puzzled by this sudden request, he gazes intensely into her eyes, sincerely asks,
"Editor, do you really like me?"
She meets his curious stare, tapping on the paper, bringing him back to focus, says
"You said that you were busy. Hurry. Write down, to writer, Dalgona."
As she dictates, he busily writes, asking,
"Does writer Dalgona like me?"
Dong Kyung looks over at the youth, feeling annoyed at his insecurity, asks,
"Is it that important if someone likes you?"
Busily writing, he responds,
"Not important, but I like it."
She carefully watches as he writes, softly says,
"It's good that you like it."
Watching as he scrolls his name across the page, she adds,
"P.S. I hope you regain your health, and I hope to see you in your next work."
He writes down her exact words, inquires,
"Is she sick?"
Dong Kyung sips, responds,
"She has cancer. She's about to have surgery. She said that you make her laugh in the midst of sickness and death."
Concentrating on his writing he says,
"I heard you're sick too."
She simply says, "Yes."
Finished writing, sits up, looks at Dong Kyung, he says,
"Editor, give me your hand."
Glancing over at him puzzled, but quickly gives over her hand. He gently grabs her hand, begins scrolling his name along with small hearts at the end.
She gazes at her palm, questions,
"What is this exactly?"
He grins, proudly says
"It's my amulet. You will be protected now."
She gazed at her hand, puzzling over this odd young man, unaware of the handsome boyfriend in the corner shooting daggers at them. Oblivious of the fact that the minute Park Young held her hand, Myeol Mang's grip on his own soda tightened, luckily not enough to crush the flimsy cup but still an annoyance reflected in his dark demeanor.