An Old Story 021

Dongjoo was at S.M.'s company, doing some research for his new movie project. He walked to the left corridor with the signboard "library".

"Dongjoo, are you going to the annual dinner next week?" Yongjin asked his friend.

"I'm not sure yet. Talk to you later. Bye." He ran towards the library.

"Where is that album... ... C ... ... ... H ... ... ... J ... ..." He whispered to himself, trying to look for the album in the collection.

"Anything I can do to help?" The part time librarian smiled.

"I'm looking for Fly To The Sky's album, where they had this song... ...drunk... something..." Dongjoo said in confusion as he scratched his head.

"Is it Drunken Truth?" She asked while taking out an album.

"Yeah, that's it. Thanks Ginny." He thanked her and left.

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"Yongjin!" Dongjoo was stepping into his office when he saw Yongjin strolling.

"Hey!" Yongjin waved.

"Wanna have some coffee?" Dongjoo asked as he went into his office, followed by Yongjin.

"I'll have those coffee you brought from your travels. What were you rushing for, I mean just now." He browsed through Dongjoo's work.

"I suddenly remembered of a song I needed for the project. It took me weeks to remember a part of the title..." Dongjoo said as he gave Yongjin his coffee.

"Ginny helped you find it?" Yongjin sipped his coffee. "This needs a little sugar."

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"The company hired her because she was good at sorting things. The photos, DVDs, CD, films and stuff, ever since the day the company started until now, was sorted and arranged by her within a week. She also set up a computer system for each of the products. Now she's teaching us how to use the system." Yongjin said and sipped his coffee after putting sugar.

"Wow. Good choice by the company." Dongjoo was astonished at what Ginny can do. He heard that she had her own company with her friend. They planned wedding receptions and wedding dinners, make sure everything was perfectly done. Now she even worked at this company. It was as thou she loved working, double the average workaholic hours!

"Hey, are you going to the annual dinner? And who's you're partner?" Yongjin asked.

"I'm going with... Who are you going with again?"

"Yah! Yah! I asked you first. Anyway, I'm going with... well... I'm going alone." He said with a deep sigh.

"Want me to find someone to go with you?" Dongjoo asked jokingly.

"You? I bet you can't even find one for yourself." Yongjin sigh even more.

"Come on. It's not the prom! You're going to a company's annual dinner." Dongjoo said sarcastically.

"I've never been to a prom thou." Yongjin said, trying to make puppy eyes.

"Do you know that you tend to be disgusting?" Dongjoo was looking at his scattered papers on the desk. He was searching for something.

"Want any help? Where did you get this coffee from?" He put down his cup and neared the desk.

"I think I found it. I'll tidy the desk later." He had seen Yongjin scolded the juniors about leaving the desk in a mess. "And the coffee is from Indonesia. Nice?"

Yongjin nodded.

"Ring Ding Dong Ring Ding Dong..." Yongjin's phone rang as they both jumped.

Yongjin answered it as Dongjoo mumbled why does he have to use that ringtone.

He played the CD while using the headphones to listen to the song.

"Hey, I gotta go for a meeting. See you next time!" Yongjin finally ended the phone call after 10 minutes. He left in a hurry.

Dongjoo waved as he concentrated on his computer.

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She was in the library, looking for a book about traditional cultures around the world. Her phone rang and she quickly answered it, hoping that she wouldn't bother anyone.

"Well, hello my dear."

"You again..." She let out a sigh, hating that he was calling her so often.

"Come on, you should be happy I called you. My dear." She hated how he always call her like that.

"I'm working on it, alright? Can't you just leave me alone?" She was frustrated of him already.

"Come on, we're a team, my lovely girl." The voice made her shudder. "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten and I'm busy. What do you want? Or I'll hang up the phone." She saw the book and took it out of the shelf.

"I want to treat you lunch, can't I?" He asked with a child-like tone.

"I told you I'm busy." She said and hang up the phone.

"Well, you don't need to be so stressed out." A hand appeared and held her wrist. Another hand took the book about traditional culture from her hand.

"I missed you." She felt his breath from her neck.

"Get off me!" She struggled and he let loose.

He put the book back onto the shelf and got in front of her.

"Come, let's have lunch." He never let go of her hand and led her out of the library.