You're Sorry?

A tall and lean muscular figure stood beside her, not completely towering over her as Siberia herself was quite tall. He had light brown, premed hair that gave him a fresh youth look. Sharp jaw line running through his sides, plum lips with big doe eyes and a mole slightly below his left eye which made him look unrealistic; like some character out of a comic. His beautiful golden skin covered beneath the hospital gown.

"I know I'm attractive, yet on the off chance that you will gaze at me like that I'll get some unacceptable thought", he spoke, blazing a grin. A slight dash of pink noticeable on his cheeks.

"You…." Siberia looked in a daze.

"Oh my bad! Did I startle you?"

"Oh no, not by any stretch of the imagination" Siberia blinked away, wiping an invisible sweat.

The man kept on looking forward where the mishap occurred thus did Siberia, however after each passing second she continued to steal a glance at the man, incapable to not look.

"Could it be said that you are… ..I mean… well I don't intend to intrude, however why are you conceded in the hospital?"

Though Siberia was terrible at communicating with strangers, she couldn't bear to just leave without saying anything.

Something in this man made her feel like they were connected. Of course it wasn't his physique or charismatic aura and his handsome self, but it was something that sparked a light in her. Siberia anyway turned away though, lamenting asking him.

He glanced back at her, squinting his eyes and slightly tilting his head up. Out of nowhere, he swiftly placed his hands over his chest and said in a mischievous manner, "Ahh, did I make my way into your to heart to make you want to ask me out?"

Siberia looked taken aback with his nonchalant response.  "No! What..I…I have no such intention" She said, letting out a titter. "I was simply inquisitive", she looked away. "It's alright if you would rather not tell".

"Want to feast some place, perhaps we can have a pleasant talk and maybe I can respond to your inquiry" The man said searching for a close by bistro.

"No it's okay" She disregarded his proposition and made an endeavor to leave, but before she knew it, he grabbed her hand; looking pleadingly at her.

She glanced around awkwardly, then at her hand and back to meeting his gaze, flagging him to let go.

"Not until you say OK" He said inflexibly.

Conceding rout she concurred.

The café was full of life. Sounds of the cutlery along with the different voices made the place frightfully majestic. The lights, music, luxury and artwork made it more comfortable and warm. They sat by the window where it was less dense.

"So like should we order something heavy or perhaps some juice? I'm going for juice", he spoke as he looked through the menu.

"I'll get the same"

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"I'm actually terminally ill"

Siberia stifled on her beverage by his unexpected response. "I'm… sorry..." she was at lost for words.

"Haha, you're just like everybody else", he peered down, tasting his beverage.

She took a gander at him, bizarre. "Your meaning could be a little more obvious....?"

"I mean, literally everyone who paid me a visit said they were sorry upon knowing that I am terminally ill"

"Well this is on the grounds that they really do feel sorry"

"Not every person feels sorry and you can tell that by simply reading their face"

"What does my face say?", she took a gander at him hopefully.

He went quite for a while, reading her face that looked gullible. "You're sorry"

"Well yes I am" she unintentionally spoke sharply and suddenly was shocked with her own self.

"I don't want you to feel sorry, feeling sorry is like pitying and I don't want you to pity me" he said looking expressionless now.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, but I don't mean to pity you or feel sorry like I want to pity you"

Siberia looked away, tapping her fingers against the table. The atmosphere felt edgy and the already dense café made the atmosphere around them even edgier. Siberia wished she hadn't come here.

"Well I'm happy to hear that", he glanced around clumsily, playing with his straw prior to taking another taste. "You're British"

Siberia looked astounded by the sudden change in subject, but she felt relieved, "Ha, yea I'm from England"

"So what brings you in Korea?"

She thought for a while. There were several reasons why she had to move, but obviously she won't impart them to a simple outsider. "Well, um, I don't actually have the foggiest idea how to put this, my statement decision isn't great"

"Petty excuses, but oh well, let's just say it's personal"

She let out an awkward breath, "Your English is pretty good

"I've been to Whales, took language classes so yea luckily"

"It was easy to guess that I am British" she leaned forward, taking in the luxury of the conversation.

"Yea, you're very tall, well not so tall as me. I'm 181 cm"

"179 cm"

"Yea I can tell. Could it be said that you British young ladies are generally this tall? Or on the other hand maybe you're given giraffe to eat when you've developed an adequate number of teeth to turn into this tall." he gestured with his hands.

Siberia burst into laughter which surprised her very much.

"Aish, obviously not, ew."

"Daebak"

"Well um, we haven't exchanged names"

He jokingly played shock, reclining, "Bak Ganghan Yeong"

"Siberia, Siberia Linson"

"Woah, you're named after a region" he placed his hands over his mouth, going about as though in shock.

"LMAO, my grandma named me. Always wondered why she choose that"

"It's a tremendous locale of North Asia, I reckon it implies you're intended to go far and past the pacific and so forth" he said, feeling glad for his interpretation

"Well I hope that's true, Yeong"

"Are you not gonna use honorifics? We Koreans are exceptionally cautious about that"

"Should I call you 'Ahjussi' ?"

"Aish, we're probably the same" Yeong crossed his arms over his chest pretending to be annoyed.

"Exactly! I guessed it the moment I saw you"

"So you're saying my face didn't bewitch you, arasso"

Siberia leaned back, letting out a small chuckle. "Aniyo, I was honestly…for a moment. You look so unrealistic"

He swiped his hair back teasingly.

"Well by the way, how old are you?" he said, sitting straight prior to swallowing the entire beverage.

"I'm 26"

"Daebak, I'm 29, you ought to call me 'Oppa'"

"Oppa sounds cringy, I would rather call out by your name or 'Hyung'"

" 'Hyung'?" he looked at her, amused. "Woah, you're not kidding?"

Siberia smiled brightly until it suddenly faded when she looked at the clock. "Shit" she cursed under her breath

"What was that?"

"It was truly pleasant stopping for a brief moment to talk with you, yet I have to rush. Perhaps sometime later" She speedily stood up and made a run for the entryway without bidding farewell.