CHAPTER TWO | Introducing Molan and her whole shebang | CHOI MOLAN

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In the wake of longtime peace, Choi Residency's generously-sized living room was washed with the cosmos of respectable men in the absence of a battalion of servants. I motioned everyone to stand in the manner of school assembly-- six serried rows of the jam-packed motley crew.

"She's such a lovely soul," the man with an enlightening smile purred.

Others admitted, lost in pure imagination, "I want her."

They all fixed their gazes at me in anticipation of hearing an unknown fact about Molan.

"Not just a lovely soul? She's one of--" As I believed, respect didn't sit well with me, everyone turned their heads to the much-awaited person posing in her oomph heels. Tall and enviable. One couldn't find the slightest hint of lackluster on her face after boarding a flight from London to Seoul.

"What is happenin' here?" Molan's authoritative tone caused the boys to moan compassionately. They all began to fan themselves comically as she strode past them (and that stride was serious.). Their dream girl was finally here with the whole shebang that comprised of her big round sunglasses, a huge Versace handbag, and a fur cover-up that was open at her breasts. An onyx necklace screaming her high status.

Her cobra-printed heels clicked on the hardwood flooring with perfection. I saw a few side-way glances lingering at her round butt and well-stacked chest as she turned around in her crimson tuxedo.

"Hanuel? I asked something."

My eyes watered as her overpowering scent punctured my smelling sense. Before I could give her my reaction, she plugged her phone out at its ping sound and lowered her head for a brief moment. "Oh, Aera has invited me for dinner . . ."

From the look on her face, I'd depressed her once again. "Oh, well, this, that . . . no. It's not . . ." I stammered, frequently looking at the door and her.

Surprisingly, she turned around inspecting the boys. She opened her mouth to say something but ended up snickering. "Oh, I see where is this going. Anyways, send the boys in." She squeezed my shoulders and moseyed into the room.

Did she just say that? I scratched my head. Is she not offended? I had never felt so much spontaneous before as I felt now. The longtime obstacle of her denial was now conspiring to create welcome results.

After a while, I stood at the threshold of her office room. "Candidate number one to six please come in. The next six should get ready for their respective turns."

The boys were attentive, attractive, and oppressively rooted to their spots. Molan faced them and I assisted her just like how a director would hold the script and explain the scenes to an egoist actor from close quarters. I felt a pang of nervousness, shivering down my body when she didn't object to anything.

"Tag number one, please introduce yourself," I propelled.

"Hey, my name is Cha In Wook. I'm 25 years old, and I'm am a physical trainer at Predators Gym."

"Next." Molan rejected him in a heartbeat, filing her nails.

I saw confusion contorting his features, and simultaneously found myself mirroring his confusion. I neared her to whisper curiously, "What are you doing Molan? It's rude."

"You didn't take a look at his body. It looks like he eats whale in his two square meals. Now imagine how shameful would I feel sitting next to a wrestler in a coffee shop." Molan flew a hand and halted at the other candidate.

"Good afternoon, my name is Jun--"

"Your nose looks like a ship's anchor. Ew. Just go."

Next candidate.

"Hey, I'm O-Bum."

"Nah. With that name of yours. No! No! No! Next candidate please."

"Hello, I'm Mac and I live in Switzerland. My father-"

"Woohoo. . . you are thin on top. Use a hair growth enhancer. Next."

The next to next candidate.

"Hey, I'm Soomin-"

"No, you are underweight."

Less than half in droves were rejected in the blink of an eye, I seemed to melt like the wax of the candle on the floor. Unbothered, Molan stormed out of the room, and I followed her close behind with frustration perpetrating through my nerves. Before I could lecture her about her peevish behavior, I had to be a human first and understand that she had been on an airplane for around 11 hours. That definitely would have emptied her energy tank.

In a flash, a thick voice froze us to our respective spots.

"Excuse me, miss Molan. If you think we are some kind of vegetables you have come to buy in a local market, 'his right eye is too big, his left ass is so meaty, his dick is shrimp sized ─ this is not acceptable."

We both whirled on her heels to capture a square-faced boy cocking his eyebrow and defying her like a warrior.

"Rightly said Mr. Whatever. I'm glad that someone understood me finally," Molan said with pleasure and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.

My chest became smaller in size as I realized she intentionally rejected every one. The shock was thick enough to flake off. And I had to once again come up with some new effective strategy.

He took everyone by surprise, as he clapped boldly and closed the distance. The confidence seen in his eyes suggested that her celebrated stature did not affect him. "Everyone, this is the real face of Choi Molan. She's fake."

"W-what are the hell are you saying?" I snapped, my fist tightened and I feared that my bones would crush down to the floor.

Molan nodded as if she had heard worst things than this in her life, she didn't budge from her spot.

"Ever wondered why you are single till now, despite carrying that beautiful head? It's because of your selfishness and arrogance."

My mouth unhinged and I bored holes in his smug face. Had Molan been not there, I would have called Taehyung to beat him until his teeth failed to survive the gravitational pull.

"Come on everyone, let's get moving. It's just us spitting in the wind." He shook his shoulders, an evil smirk ebbing away.

"What did you just say you loser? I'm gonna mangle your body so bad that you'll forget your anatomy!" I removed my loafer and was about to wham the heel into his head until Molan ran after me and manhandled me.

"Hanuel- hey, s-stop. No blood-shedding here."

At one go, the spectacle of men had emptied the lounge area. "Hey, stop! Where are you people going? It's not over yet. We have to call the rest of you. We are not done, idiots," I shouted in a quiver.

The papers rustled on the floor and just as I went to pick them up, a foot fell near my little finger. "Hey, man you will crush my little finger."

I got up and dashed to the door, even tried to stop them, but the force only pushed me out with them. On my left, I saw the same pudgy boy seizing the board which I worked hard on and dirtying it with his shoe. A string of abusive words infected the air, and I had to curse seeing how ill-mannered the young generation was.

I sighed, and as I entered, Molan was not there, but Eric was.

"Hey, where is Molan?" I asked him by way of slapping his limb, as he was uncomfortably lying on the couch with his headphones on.

"Where do you think she would be after hearing the hot reviews from the selective boorish critics?" he spoke in a suppressed voice, making me appear like a mediocre with losing brain cells. 

Perhaps, if she had taken his words seriously then she should be in her room, with a rope to hang herself. Her disappearance was a menace to my accountability when my parents would question me about her.

"No way. Molan." My eyes widened mawkishly.

A/N

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