Kapitel 1
Standing on top of the high building, I could already feel the warmth of the first sunshine. Just barely awake because of the jetlag and my mind unwilling to rest in the little room downstairs, I had been climbing up the little stairs which led to the roof of my new home. It really wasn’t something special. Sure not. But I knew that I couldn’t be peaky right now. It was the first time for me in an unknown country all by myself and I was simply missing money to look for comfortable apartments. Sitting there on top of the city and while looking at the sun rising up, I slowly started to calm down. Without realizing my actions I run my fingers through my hair – in this moment realizing that it was cut down. Not long ago it had been long, floating till my waist. My mother had always wanted me to let it grow and because I didn’t care about my hairstyle, I obeyed my mother because I knew it would make her happy. But now it wasn’t necessary anymore to let my hair grow. It wasn’t necessary anymore to make my mother happy. Short hair was practical and right now I wasn’t able to spend a lot of time with hairstyle, clothes and make-up anyway. Earlier I loved to play the little princess and not long ago I went shopping nearly every week just to look for the 40th top and the 30th pair of shoes. My actual present was so different from these memories. Nothing felt like it had been before and I knew that it was myself who changed the most. I smiled sadly while thinking about this unfortunate twist which had put my life out of place. “Damn it.” Talking to myself always helped me to return to reality. I had a fable for sinking deep into my thoughts and forgetting everything else. But now it was already morning and my first day in this big city was waiting for me to start. I had a lot to do. Something to eat wouldn’t be bad at first, I thought after sniffing into the air. From the roof where I was standing I could make out kind of a little café down the street. Obviously I imagined the smell of boiled eggs and fresh café in the air but hey! whatever. I was hungry right now and it didn’t matter if the smell wasn’t real. I just had to walk over to the little tables, sit down and order something to make sure if my mind was playing on me or not.
Climbing down the stairs I was back into my thoughts. Right, I had a lot of stuff to do. The problem was that I hadn’t any idea about which stuff I had to do. In an ironic kind of way it was funny. One day I was back in France and then suddenly blew off to Korea. I felt petty for not telling any of my friends about my leaving and at the airport I nearly couldn’t check in into my flight. But some way I made it till here. Now I had just to think about my next steps.
I walked down the crowded street. Though it was early in the morning, a lot of people were there. Probably going to work, I guessed silently and opened the door to the little café I had located earlier.
As I entered the room – it was smaller than I had imagined – the smell of warm bread, café and as well tea welcomed me in. Like I had thought it was an English based café with little round tables; too small that more than two people could eat there the same time. On the big were big portraits which pictured old farm houses out of the Victorian time in England. Woman in hilarious ancient dresses with big umbrellas which protected them from the sun were painted next to little children playing together, running through big cornfields and blooming gardens. Everywhere were little cups and cans obviously made for tea time and of course out of porcelain. In the back was one little bar and the door behind had to lead to the kitchen. Without any problems I found one free table some footsteps away from the front window and took my seat. Not sure what I wanted to order I opened the card which was in front of me and made my way through the list of meals they had to offer. I was totally inside the menu, trying to choose between Earl Grey or just ordinary café - I wasn’t really in Korean food, yeah, it tasted not bad but I preferred European kitchen – when suddenly the door swung open.
The first man who entered the room was surprisingly tall for a Korean. He had short, black hair and was - from all what I could see – well builded. I didn’t really know why but this man caught my attention from the very first moment he entered the room. Noticing the guitar box which was hanging down his shoulder I guessed he was a musician. Looking into his steal grey eyes I assumed that he was everything else than oblivious about his good looks and full of self confidence. He overlooked the place like he was his owner – which I could hardly imagine recognizing his bleached jeans and the casual t-shirts.
As his eyes met mine I refused to look away like all the other people in the restaurant who fell silent as they saw him.
I didn’t know why they did it. It looked like everyone seemed to know that guy and was…not afraid…but kind of careful around him. Now as the only one straight looking into his eyes I wasn’t surprised when he started walking towards me. The hint of recognization lay in his eyes but after I winked for one time it was gone. I probably just imagined it because I was sure that I saw him for the first time. And I would never ever forget this eyes which gave me chills all the ways down my back.
“What do you want?”
I stood silent. Okay, so this was the way he started his conversation with foreigners? Well, great, I wasn’t in small talk nowadays either.
“Who are you and do you think you could give me what I want?”
I looked up to him, straight into his eyes and had to fight down a grin as I recognized his surprise. Obviously he wasn’t often spoken up to.
“I’m Ivy, you may sit down if you want to.”
I nodded to the chair in front of him and crossed my arms in front of my chest. I was curious about his name, but was disappointed when he didn’t mention it.
Instead he started laughing and I mean it in a way these arrogant, superrich boys can laugh who look down on everybody and think the world belongs only to them. But nevertheless he sat down, his eyes gazing over me obviously not missing an inch.
“Oh oh, you’re not really interested, are you?” I thought smiling back in a way more innocent smile than his. But he didn’t say a word so I decided to stay silent as well.
Like this I had time to shove my attention to the two other boys who were standing on the wall behind his back.
Their appearances were totally different. One of them – for me he had totally inherited the image of one so-called “Sunny Surfer Boy” – was right now flirting with one of the waitresses he seemed to know..or didn’t know, I didn’t think this would make any difference for him. He wore shorts and a yellow t-shirt – Label Quicksilver, didn’t expect anything else. His sneakers, the tousled blond hair and the navy blue eyes just completed his image of the friendly Surfer coming straight from Laguna Beach, CA.
The other one was the perfect opposite of him.
While Sunnyboy was chatting all the time, he stood silent, observing the room and always looking back to him, the boy sitting in front of me. He didn’t need his black suite to look like a bodyguard. His whole Haltung was angespannt and aufrecht. The bottoms of his expensive looking cotton shirt wear nearly all closed and his black shoes were rubbed totally blank. Black and white – there weren’t any other colors on him except his straight blond hair and his crystal blue eyes.
Yeah, it really looked like this two American boys where twins. Really different twins.
“You don’t know who I am, don’t you?” I had to admit I was a little bit surprised that he suddenly began talking to me though he kept silent till now. As I moved my attention back to him, his gaze was still on me. He probably hadn’t even looked away for one second. It was easy to read my questioning look and he nodded slowly as he started to understand.
Smiling without any warmth he looked like some wild cat to me, observing his pray for the next meal. I really didn’t know what to answer and kept staring into his eyes. I wasn’t afraid…but some instinct told me to be careful.
“You’re not from here, obviously…but where do you come from? And what is one little girl like you doing in this area of Seoul?” he wasn’t really talking to me. It was like he was thinking aloud and tried to find an answer himself. Now I really had to say something.
“Well…” Wow, great Ivy, really great, just keep on sounding like the little shy girl he thinks you are. Now, in this moment I had to stand up to him. Now or never. This was my only chance to gain his respect. And I didn’t know why, but I really wanted him to take me serious.
“I think it’s none of your business. And like you already noticed, I AM new, so why should I know you? I mean” - I faked one sweet smile I thought he couldn’t resist - “You are sweet, but thank god there are a lot more hot guys out there. If you thought I went here out of stalking you, begging for an autograph or whatever girls usually want from you, I have to disappoint you. I’m not interested.” THAT was a big lie and I knew it. I wasn’t sure if he knew it either. The grin on his face could have meant anything.
