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

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.

"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."