His Mischievous Time-Traveler: How To Capture A Celebrity Husband?

Chapter 2: I am not in your league

Kang Si An.

Kang Si An.

Kang Si An.

"Hey!"

Kang Si An.

"Hello."

Kang Si An.

Kang Si An.

"Are you okay?" Someone shakes me.

I look at the boy who is staring at me with a baffled expression. In my right hand, I have a condom packet. In my left hand, I have a scanner. I look up at the white ceiling. It seems that I have blanked out at my part-time job while thinking about my future murderer.

"My murderer has green eyes," I mumble quietly. "He must be a foreigner."

"What did you say?" The boy widens his eyes in shock. "M-m-murderer?"

I hand him the condom packet and the bill. "Here, you go. Have a fun night."

The boy pays me in a hurry and runs out of the store. He doesn't believe me at all. I wouldn't believe myself either if I was him. I hope that he wouldn't say anything to anyone.

I sit down on the chair and start to write down the details. Kang Si An. Tall. Green Eyes. White hair. A foreigner? His name is quite native though. Is he a half? I remember the movie poster. That movie will release after six months. So, I have less than six months to live.

Kang Si An. My future self knows that person. Right now, I have no idea who that person is. It means that I will meet him before I die. I will know him enough that I would smile at him, huh? Ridiculous. Who smiles at their murderer? Would I really lose my ability to think clearly before I die?

I bring out the dagger out of my bag. It's been four days since I have seen myself die in the dark alley. I can't forget it. I can't sleep at night. Whenever I look at the dagger, I can't help but imagine how much it must have hurt. If I can choose how I die, I will choose a painless one. Like falling asleep. I would rather take sleeping pills and die than let a foreigner butcher me to death.

The rusty dagger is unsharpened. It has mysterious symbols on the hilt. I am guessing that the murderer must be from a cult or he has a huge grudge on me. Killing someone with a blunt rusty knife needs more effort. It also hurts a lot. I have checked it online.

That guy also warned me. He must have known. How will I change the future if my murderer already knows that I would try to change the future? My only trump card is my ability to time-travel.

I am doomed.

"Excuse me?"

I hide the dagger in my bag. It's a guy wearing a face mask, a baseball cap, and large dark sunglasses. Just to be sure, I look at the time. 1:35 AM. I am not the only crazy person in this world. There are people like him who wear dark sunglasses at night.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"This." He hands me the soft drinks, chocolates, sweet bread, and waffles. He is wearing black loose trousers and a black turtle neck top. I scan the items one by one, keeping an eye on the guy. He seems familiar. Where have I seen him before?

"Can you make it fast?" He asks me with an irritated voice. That voice... I have heard it before. I pack his stuff and give him the bill.

"Have we met before?" I take the money and ask.

"Keep the change." He picks up the bag. "I am not in your league."

"What?" I snort. "You think that I am flirting with you?"

"No?" He leans toward me. Damn. He is tall. "What are you trying then? Just look at yourself."

"Excuse me?" I cross my arms. "Look at yourself. You look like a psychopath murderer who kills part-timers at night when they don't get their sugar intakes."

"Interesting." He laughs lightly. "If I am a psychopath murderer, should you provoke me like this?"

"That..." I scratch my chin. "I was just asking you whether I know you from somewhere or not. Your voice seemed familiar. Here." I put the change in his hand. "Please don't visit again."

He jerks my hand off, throwing the coins on the floor. "Don't touch me."

I stare at him. "Do you have haphephobia?"

"What did you say?" He slams the counter. "I don't know you. I don't like strangers touching me."

"Ah...Then, we can't have a one night stand." I shake my head and laugh. "Bye."

"So, you were flirting with me." I can't see it, but I am sure that he rolled his eyes at me. "You should look at your face in the mirror. Who would want to hook up with you?"

"At least, I am not afraid of showing my face." I click my tongue. "Unlike certain someone."

He taps his finger. I can sense that he is smiling. "You will regret it if I show you my face."

"Is that so?" I challenge him. "Are you a celebrity or something? Well, even if you are, I won't regret it."

"You!" He takes a deep breath. He picks up the bag again and leaves the store. After he is gone, I sit down and restart my work on my future problems like getting murdered.

"Kang Si An!" I say my murderer's name out loud. "Kang Si An. It's a name that I will never forget."