First, I want to thank you for being loyal to my account & stories despite having disappeared for two years. I can’t being to tell you how incredibly important that is to me. I cherish every single one of you & especially those you continued to message me in the hopes that I would eventually come back.
Writing is the only thing in the world that makes 100% sense to me. It’s my escape & my passion & my secret affair. There’s nothing that makes me happier than writing. That being said, I sadly won’t be writing on here anymore. As I shared with a follower, being gone for two years, I not only fell out of writing on here but also fell out of listening to KHH. Therefore, I can’t find it in myself to write about people that I no longer know or listen to. I’m so very sorry, but my writing would be mediocre & I refuse to give you that.
However, if anyone is interested, & is willing to give me their support, I would still like to pursue writing, especially for all of you. I’d love to still take requests but not about KHH artists, or celebrities for that matter.
Depending on if I have enough of a support group, per say, I may start another tumblr account where I take requests based off ideas you have that you would like to see come alive. I enjoy writing for people but I can’t write about real people anymore. I enjoy fiction so much & would like to keep doing it about characters YOU create. So, if it’s something you guys would like to do, please let me know(: because I have sincerely missed writing for you all & I would like to keep doing it despite it not being about KHH artists.
I hope you all forgive & understand me. I love you all so much & I can’t form the words to tell you much I appreciate your unconditional love & support these 2+ years. It means everything to me.
Though I will not be posting on this specific account anymore, I will leave it available for anyone to still read my old stories. I can’t find it in myself to rid of this account. So I leave it for you guys to enjoy.
Thank you so much for everything! You guys have been the highlight of my life so far & continue to be the reasons why I want to write everyday.
So.. you got revenge and this time you went to Korea without me?! Lol. I am so proud of you! Im moving to my own place in September, so Im excited as well. I have lived on my own for 3 years and came back home for 2. And thats no no. Tell something more about your trip! Are you going back to writing?
My trip wasn’t nearly long enough lol. I can’t wait to go back & the next time I do it will be for much much longer (like work visa longer lol).
& to answer your question, am i back to writing? It’s a yes & no response. I am back to writing...but not on here. I was gone for two years & in those two years I have completely fallen out of the korean music industry. I don’t listen to the music anymore, I don’t know who is new or who is doing what. I’m completely in the dark & haven’t bothered to listen to KHH in two years. So, I won’t be writing for KHH anymore. However, if anyone is interested in my writing & if I get enough support for it, I would very much like to begin another tumblr where I write requests but not for anyone specific (i.e celebrities). I would like to write requested stories where someone gives me character’s they want to have created & I could write it in that way. I have also been posting my own ACTUAL stories on at fictionpress.com. My stories haven’t been successful on there thus far so I lack motiviation to post often but it’s something i Still like to do.
So, yes, I’m writing but not for KHH anymore. I wont be posting stories on this specific tumblr anymore. I only came back to apologize, catch up, & disclose that this account will be discontinued. I’ll leave it available for others to read but I won’t be posting stories on here anymore.
Hi! How are you doing? Is everything ok? You kinda disappeared, so I wondered. I hope everything is ok :)
I know, a lot happened over these two years & I forgot the login info after a while so I just stayed gone. But I am back now so I hope you will forgive me(:
OH SWEET LORD! YOU CAME BACK!!!! long time no see Honey! How have you been?? ♡♡♡♡
Oh, boy, have I been lol😅Well, first of all, I graduated college, moved out into my own place about two years ago. I’ve been in my first serious relationship for a year & a half now. I traveled to South Korea last summer (finally) & now I’m preparing to move to a bigger city to pursue more opportunities to live abroad in South Korea!That’s the gist of two years, I suppose😂But how have you been?! I fell off the earth unexpectedly & have no idea what’s going on anymore🙄
Hi love❤️. Can I request an angst you scenario with crush where you guys get in a fight and he says something really mean to you which causes you to break down in tears in front of him and break up with with but he is determined to get you back. Happy ending please😊❤️ with lots of fluff.
Crush (Amoeba Culture): Angst/Fluff Scenario
Take Me Home Tonight
You hadgiven in only because you were lonely. You let the stranger envelop you in hisarms. His shirt, which you had your face pressed against, smelled like thewhiskey that coated your tongue; not a single trace of the refreshing aromathat reminded you of the beach, of him. The stranger found your face began tokiss you. You tried to respond, to let him know that you wanted it, for him totake you over and make you forget. But the alcohol had numbed your senses, impairingyou from responding.
Shortly, thestranger gives up and releases you, the smell and feel of him gone just asquickly as his face and name. Slumping against the wall, you look down at yourfeet and see the ground spinning. A lump grows in your throat and a ringingsounds in your ears. You attempt to take a step forward but your knee bucklesunder your weight and you fall to the ground. It feels like you scraped yourknee but you don’t care enough to check the damage. Besides, the biggest injuryof all was inside you.
“Honey, you alright down there? Need us to call someone?” Apair of cheetah print heels come into your view but the single pair soon turnsinto multiple pairs.
“She doesn’t look too good.” A separate voice comments but yourhead feels much too heavy for you to see the people before you.
You raiseyour hand, trying to dismiss their worries and claim that you’re just feelingdown, literally, but your hand feels as if it weighs like a ton of bricks. Withno other way to communicate, you speak but the words are incoherent, slurredand distorted. Following your lack of ability to feel or speak, your hearingand vision begin to give way as well. And as the world slowly fades to black,his face floods your mind, darkening the world even more.
“Ahhh.” You sigh heavily with the pounding of a headachewaking you up, “Fuck.”
Burying yourface further into the pillows, you extend your arm and blindly feel for yournightstand where your stash of painkillers hidden within. But your fingersnever find the edge of the wooden table, making you wonder if you are even in abed but rather in a dumpster lying on trash bags but no sound of flies buzzingor the awful stench of week old food has invaded your senses. But you did smellsomething: familiar and nostalgic.
“How are you feeling?” A voice, his voice, sounded above youand you felt yourself freeze. Maybe if you pretended to still be asleep he’d goaway but the smell of him invading your nostrils told you that you were in hishome. You’d have to face him eventually, even if it was to just leave, and you’dhave to look at him and think of that night and all the hurtful things he said.
Though yourarms were weak, you managed to lift yourself up into a kneeling position,keeping your head lowered so you wouldn’t have to look at him just yet.
“Fine.” You say almost inaudibly. His hand comes into yourline of sight, a glass of water and some painkillers. Taking the water and pills,you quietly thank him, still sure to not look at him as you down the pills andpolish of the glass.
In thecorner of your eye, you see his figure cross the room and sit down in a chairnear the window. His body is facing you but you’re too unprepared to see if hishead is. Letting your hair fall to block him out of your peripheral completely,you take this opportunity to glance around his place.
Upon firstglance, you could tell that it fit him nicely. There was a perfect balance ofwarm browns and cool blues to keep the room relaxing and comfortable. All thelight in the room was flooding in from the windows behind you but you didn’tdare look in that direction because you knew that’s where he was. It was partof his routine, to sit by a window and just enjoy the morning for a whilebefore he had to deal with the qualms of the day, of you. Some things justnever changed.
“How did I get here?” You finally ask after a couple minutesof silence.
“I brought you here.” He replies smoothly. Your poundingheadache makes it impossible for you to tell though if he is irritated or not. So,you question further.
“Why?”
“Because I wasn’t going to leave you drunk and alone on theside of a street.”
Was he therelast night? You couldn’t remember. The last thing you remembered was anice-looking guy offering to buy you a drink. After that, everything is lost.Oh no. Did you call him? Whine to him and beg for him to come back to you? Orwas he already there? Did he see you make a fool of yourself, saw you do or saythings that you can’t even remember? Is that why you were here? Because he hadto do damage control? It had to of been.
“You were there.” Silence for a minute.
“Yes and no.” He tells you, “No, I wasn’t there to stop youfrom acting reckless. But yes, I was there to make sure you made it somewheresafe.”
Confused,you partly turned in his direction, almost even raising your head to look himin the eyes, but you focused on the wall just to the left of him, “Well then,how…how did you know where I was?”
“You called me.” Then he pauses, “Well, a woman called me buton your phone. Asked me to come and get you.”
A woman? “Howdid she…”
“I guess I’m still the first person on speed dial.” Hefinishes for you.
“Oh.” You sigh, “I haven’t got around to changing that yet.”
You hear himintake air, about to speak, so you quickly change subject to get out of thesame room as him and breath, “Where’s your bathroom?”
“Just right there.” You see enough of him in your peripheralto see his hand extend in the direction off to your right. A door.
It had beenyour plan to speed walk in there, double check your appearance, which you weresure would look horrid, fix it, and in all that time, think up an excuse toleave without ever looking him in the eye. But all of that went out the windowthe second you stood on your feet.
“Ahh!” You cry out as your knee sends hundreds of painfulspikes through your nerves, causing for you to crumble and land ungracefullyonto the floor.
In only amere second, he’s right there, his warm hand placed cautiously on your shoulderas he gently holds your opposite arm, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“My knee.” You strain to say, biting your lip to keep fromcrying out as another wave of pain shoots up your leg.
Your eyesare shut tightly as a way to block out the pain, but when you feel his handcarefully lift the hem of your dress to see your knee, you imagine the look ofconcern on his face. Or so you hope. Maybe the expression on his face is thesame one from that night: ridicule and disgust. You tighten your eyes more.
“I have things in my bathroom that will clean this up.” Youhad expected him to bring the stuff to you, but when you felt an arm encircleyour waist while the other hugged the back of your legs, you realized that itwas indeed the other way around.
The suddenaction had also forced you to open your eyes. The first thing you saw was hisarm tucked under your knees then your eyes wandered upwards toward his shoulderthen his chest and this the outline of his jaw. And that’s where you stopped.You were getting too close. As much as you had loved to look at him in thepast, you were unable to look at him the same way, especially not withouthearing the words he had said months ago.
He entersthe bathroom with you still cradled in his arms before gently placing you ontop of his counter. Your eyes instantly fall on the first thing in the closedspace, avoiding him. Pulling items out from the cabinets and placing thembeside you, you wait nervously, unsure of what to say or do. So, you just watchand wait and wince in silence as he tends to your injury, your dress foldedinto a hefty mess in your lap.
“Thank you.” You say once he places a bandage on your knee, “Forthis…and for last night.”
And justlike that, the air in the room shifted.
“It’s my fault.” He hisses, returning the supplies back totheir cabinets with force. Now, you had to look at him; even if you didn’t wantto, you had to.
“What?” For the first time in months, you were looking at himagain. It was as if nothing about him had changed. He was still as perfect andbeautiful as you remembered him, “What are you talking about, Hyo-Seob?”
It was alsothe first time you had spoken his name. Even when you thought about him orreferenced to him with your friends and family, he had always just been ‘youknow who’ or ‘it’.
“Everything.” He stresses. Now it’s his turn to avoid youreyes, instead, he’s glaring at himself in the mirror, “Even that stupid, bloodyknee of yours.”
Your eyesbriefly fall to your patched up knee before returning to him, confusion etchedacross your face, “No, I…I probably fell last night. My knee is my fault.”
“That’s not what I mean, _____.” Hyo-Seob responds quietly.
Then heturns to you. Your eyes meet. Everything slows but it’s as if your body isgoing into active alert mode. Your heart is pounding, your breathing is comingin short, you feel like you’re on fire but your skin is erupting intogoosebumps, everything is weighing down on your shoulders but you feelweightless at the same time. This is why you loved looking at him. All theseemotions and feelings coursing through your body was a breathtaking experienceevery single time.
“I’d rather have you be reckless with me around than withoutme around.”
“I—what?” The words can’t form in your mouth.
“Do you know how I feel when I run into someone out and aboutand they tell me about how you are? How you’re anti-social when you’re soberbut careless when you’re drunk? I go home every time, talking myself out ofscouring this whole city for you just so I can take you home.”
“Hyo-Seob…”
“No, _____, please, listen to me.” Hyo-Seob inches closer. Hedoesn’t touch you but you feel his energy, it sends shivers down your spine.
“I fucked up. So much. All of those things I said to you thatnight, the things I called you.” You can see how disgusted he is with himselfand it’s like a punch to the gut to see that guilt weighing down on him.
“I never meant any of it. I was just so angry, I’m stillangry. I hate that you love to go out and party and risk yourself every singletime. I hate it, it infuriates me. I hated bringing you home and holding yourhair back because you made yourself sick. I hated picking you up off the floorand fighting with you as I tried to put you to bed. I hated forcing you to eatand drink once you woke up. I hated it so damn much.”
Your handsare in his now and his thumbs caress your skin, leaving a sensation of tinglesin their wake.
“But I loved lying in bed with you the days after. I lovedthat you hung onto me and never wanted me to leave you. These past couplemonths, all I’ve thought about is someone doing all of that instead of me, orworse, no one doing that instead of me. It pissed me off more than yourpartying did all together. But I was more mad at myself than you. Then when Igot that call last night, I panicked. When it wasn’t your voice on the otherend, I thought to myself that you had gone and done it. You had gotten yourselfin jail or the hospital or, worse, the morgue. I was so scared.”
Hyo-Seob wascupping your face now, looking deeply into your eyes.
“The thought of losing you…I hate that the most. I know Ifucked up but I’m not doing it again. I’ll be damned if I let you walk out thatdoor without even trying. Because from now on…” He wipes away a tear that hadfallen down your cheek, “I’m taking you home. Tonight, tomorrow night, a yearfrom now, I don’t care. I will always be the one to take you home and make sureyou’re safe and protected.”
“Hyo-Seob.” You say his name and your voice cracks. He closesthe distance finally and pulls you into him, enveloping you in those warm andloving hugs of his that you remember. Burying your face into his chest, you’refilled with relief to know that he still smells the same. Wrapping your ownarms around his waist, you cry into his chest while he caresses the top of yourhead.
“I’m sorry, Hyo-Seob.” You tell him though your voice ismuffled, “I promise I’ll work on drinking and partying less. I don’t care if Ihave to drink water the rest of my life if it means you’re with me.”
He pullsapart from you but just enough to lower his face to yours, your eyes meetingyet again and another breathtaking experience floods through you, “I love you,_____. I always will.”
“I love you too.”
Hyo-Seobkisses your forehead and runs his fingers through your hair before pulling youinto another hug. Breathing him in, you decide that you’re going to keep yourpromise. Because Hyo-Seob was all that mattered to you. Hyo-Seob was the onlyone who cared for you and loved you in a way that no other could. Hyo-Seob washome.
Thank you for requesting, love! I hope it turned out like how you wanted!(:
Hello beau happy new year! Glad to hear you are back, alive and well and also good job on passing your classes, i hope you are enjoying ur break(if it's still going on?). Do you have any new year's resolutions?
I started classes again earlier this week but I did very much enjoy my break! How are you enjoying things?
And I don’t have any new year’s resolutions, tbh. I just have goals to reach this year and hope that this year is another one for the books(:
what about you, dear? anything you looking forward to in the new year?
I have a request for a oneshot or maybe scenario idk which is which, thanks in advance! Story with Zico where he tries to prove to you that he's not dirtyminded but fails horribly and stufff goes down. Do any genre that you feel is the best
Zico: Humor/Slight Smut Scenario
Are You Nervous?
“Ji-Ho, look!” You shout suddenly and shove your phone intoyour boyfriend’s face. Ji-Ho doesn’t have time to react as you thrust thepicture on the screen into his line of sight.
Suppressinga smile, you watch intently, waiting to see that look in his eyes. It hadbecome a game between you and Ji-Ho to randomly show him pictures, however, thepoint of the game was to show completely normal pictures to someone who wouldsee the picture in a different way, a more…perverse way. And just as youwanted, in less than a second, you saw Ji-Ho’s mouth part slightly and his iriseswiden in size upon seeing the image.
“Sicko!” You tease and pull your phone away. Ji-Ho groansinwardly and allows his body to slump over on the couch.
“That’s not fair.” He whines, his voice muffled from his faceburied into the couch cushions, “How do you expect me to react?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” You say in a pleasantly amused voice, “Likea normal person who just saw a normal picture of two lamps.”
You’re backto scrolling through your Facebook newsfeed but see Ji-Ho lift his head toglare at you in the corner of your eye. The smile you had been suppressingfinally emerges.
“You must have saw it too if you showed it to me.” Heinquires to which you cock a single brow, playing innocent.
“Saw what?” You ask, widening your eyes at him to appear naïve.
“Saw the bu…” But his sentence fades out and he narrows hiseyes at you.
“Saw the…what?” You smile knowingly.
“Nothing.” He responds bitterly, before looking away, hisface scrunching up into a pout.
Snickeringsoftly to yourself, you crawl onto the couch and slip your arms through his andthrow your legs over his, pushing your face into his neck.
“What did you see?” You nudge him with your nose but hecontinues to ignore you, “Huh? C’mon. Bu what?”
“I’m not saying it.” He replies stubbornly.
“Awh, why?” You playfully pout.
“Because then I lose. Again.” He crosses his arms, trying to blockyou out.
“Ji-Hooooo.” You coo, pressing yourself closer to him but hepersists.
“Hey.” You move your face closer to his, “Hey.”
When hedoesn’t look at you, you decide that with him in this mood, only one thing willget his attention. Sneakily brushing your nose along his jawline, you feel forthe lobe of his ear before gently taking it between your teeth and begin tosuck lightly on it. It only takes a few seconds for Ji-Ho to react the way youwant.
Hissing,Ji-Ho yanks his head away from you before staring at you in bewilderment.
“Don’t do that!” He exclaims, “You know what that does to me.”
Crinklingyour nose at him, happy to finally have his attention, you scoot closer to himand blink your eyes rapidly, looking as cute as possible.
“I’ll give you another chance.”
“What?” He says, his brows furrowing.
“Another chance to prove you’re not dirty-minded.”
“I’m not dirty—“ But he stops mid-sentence when you toss hima ‘bullshit’ expression, “Fine. What?”
“’Are you nervous’.”
“Am I nervous?”
You laughsoftly and shake your head, “It’s a game, silly. We’ll take turns touching eachother; every move we make on one another we ask ‘Are you nervous’ and if theother says ‘no’ then we switch turns. Repeat this until one of us reacts.”
Ji-Ho glaressuspiciously at you as he contemplates the game in his head. Ultimately, heagrees, “Okay, but I get to go first.”
“Deal.”
It doesn’ttake long for Ji-Ho to decide where he wants to make his first move on you.When you feel his hand on the back of your calf, you feel a small school ofbutterflies fill your stomach.
“Are you nervous?” He smirks.
“Nope.” You reply, popping the ‘p’. His smirk turns into ascowl.
Now that it’syour turn, you place your hand on the side of his neck, cupping it, your thumb caressinghis skin, “Are you nervous?”
“No.” He replies and maintains his facial expression.
As the gamecontinues, Ji-Ho continuously slides his hand up the side of your leg,eventually finding the buckle on your belt, undoing it. He leans forward untilhis voice is hot in your ear, “Nervous?”
Feeling howclose he is and just the thought of this silly game turning into something funand sexy, you almost say ‘yes’. But you couldn’t let him win that easily.Keeping your voice as stable as possible, you open your mouth, “Not even close.”
But that wasa lie and if you were going to win, you had to finish him off now. Over thecourse of the game, you had brought your hand down his chest to rest just abovethe hem of his jeans. Making what you knew would be the final move, you dropyour hand and cup him, the bulge there not yet at its full size. Ji-Ho almostgasps but presses his lips together, his eyes equally as shut, trying not toreact.
Giggling,you bite your lip and grin, “Nervous, baby?”
Ji-Ho openshis eyes just enough to glare at you, his chest is heaving slightly as hisbreathing deepens.
“Mm-mm.” He sounds, shaking his head stiffly, “Not at all.”He strains.
Unhappy withthe answer, you briefly tighten your grip before relaxing your hand causing forJi-Ho to inhale sharply and stare hard at the wall.
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” He responds quickly, never looking at you.
“Baby, look at me.” You fake sounding sad.
“Not happening.”
“But why not?” You pucker out your lower lip.
“Because if I look at you then I lose. And I refuse to losethis time.” He says determined.
“How am I going to make you lose? It’s just me.”
“_____, you could be dressed as a bag of potato chips and I’dstill think you’re the sexiest fuckin’ thing ever. With you…having the upperhand right now, I look at you and I lose.”
Though thecomment was flattering, and made you hornier than you already were, you sighedheavily, accepting defeat, “Fine. Your turn.”
As if hislife depended on it, like losing the game would permanently end him, Ji-Ho, ina flash, pushes you onto your back, settles himself between your legs, andswiftly pulls your belt from their loops. All of it had happened so quickly andunexpectedly, you could only moan out loud when you felt his bulge pressagainst your clad center.
“Ha.” Ji-Ho breathesout above you. You stare up at him confused, until it dawns upon you that youhad reacted. You had lost.
“I don’t know why you’re so nervous.” Ji-Ho smirks down atyou while you can only return it with a glare, “I’m only taking my belt back.”
And withthat, Ji-Ho removes himself off you and stands over you, tall and proud, “Geez,what were you thinking of?”
“Yah.” You respond with the same dryness he had spoken to youwith earlier, “That’s not fair.”
“Awh.” Ji-Ho frowns and bends over slightly to pat you on thehead, “Now you know how it feels.”
With a newconfidence raining down on him, Ji-Ho walks off, leaving you on the couch. Huffinga stray hair out of your face, you yell after him, “Fine, but have fun takingcare of that bulge by yourself!”
“I’ll just look at the picture of the butt you showed me!” Hecalls back.
You sitforward and point at him, “Ha! So, you are a pervert!”
Ji-Ho pausesunder the archway of your shared bedroom to turn around and smile sweetly atyou, “Takes one to one…sicko.”
Then he closes the bedroom door,leaving the horny loser that you are alone in the living room.
I know it’s not exactly what you wanted but the writing got away from me, sorry>.< but I still hope it’s to your liking! Thank you for requesting, love!
OMG. The Quiett mini series. I love you. You made my life. Totally. ♡ Im waiting for some series with Samuel Seo in the future, lol.xd keep fighting! Best wishes in new year, may all your dreams and hopes come true! ♡
wahh, thank you(:
hopefully someone requests one once I open requests again:p we shall see!
and thank you for the love and wishes<3 I hope the new year is all you want for it to be!
“You!” You gasp in unison with the tattooed assailant or doctor whatever that Na-Na keeps calling him, “You—what are--hey!”
Unable to conjure up a clear sentence, you continue to cut yourself off to begin something new only to pause again. The man before you is equally as shocked; his own facial expression mirroring your own.
“I don’t—wait—stop!” He exclaims as you two stumble over the words spilling from your mouths.
“Joon-Kyung.” A deep, familiar voice catches your attention and your eyes flash to the man in the suit from before.
“_____?” Na-Na questions behind you, only beginning to see what was happening just beside her.
“Na-Na!” You whip around and grip her upper arm before yanking her forward, placing her directly in front of the beanie wearing attacker, “Look! I told you! My attacker and that doctor are the same person!”
“Doctor?” Doctor’s face contorts with confusion just as the man in the suit stuffs his phone into his suit pocket before stepping forward and holding out his palm.
“Ma’am, you cannot be accusing people so blatantly in public!” He whispered harshly, lowering his voice so as not draw attention, though you had already drawn enough without your knowing.
You open your mouth to speak but the suit raises his palm, silencing you before you even have the chance to talk.
“Attacker?” His voice is lower than before as he inches closer to you, “Do you know who this is and where we are? Unless you want to go to court for slandering, and lose, I might add, I suggest you keep your extreme opinions to yourself.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Completely baffled by the audacity of the suit, you can only stare at him in disbelief. In that moment, recognition seems to etch across his face as he recalls your features. Then he smirks condescendingly.
“I remember you.” Straightening his posture, the suit stuffs his hands in his pockets and cocks his head, “You were the girl in the hallway last night, weren’t you?”
Again, you open your mouth but, again, he is talking before you have the chance.
“Don’t go picking fights you won’t win. After all,” His eyes narrow, “Who would believe a stalker?”
Stalker?! How did you go from being the victim to the perpetrator? And who was this tall, lanky, albeit intimidating, suit to go and threaten you? You were here to raise awareness about the orphanage where you had been volunteering at for ages. Why were you the one doing something for a good cause yet being accused of nonsense suddenly? And as if you knew the tattooed assailant was going to literally bumping into you! You even hoped to never see him again!
“Stalker!” You say loud enough to now have anyone in the vicinity’s attention, “Why I oughta! Do you know what he did to me?! He pulled me into a dark closet and then cov—mmph!”
Before you can finish defending yourself, Na-Na, who you had momentarily forgotten was even there, swung her slender arm over your shoulders and clamped her hand over your mouth before dragging you away. Taken by surprise with a mixture of rage and confusion twisting together within yourself, you only continue to yell, though it’s all muffled as you’re pulled away.
Once Na-Na successfully pulls you out of sight, she releases her hold on your mouth and you immediately begin to pace back and forth as you say harsh things under your breath.
“_____!” Na-Na grips your shoulders and forces you to stay still, “What are you doing?! Are you nuts?”
“Am I nuts?” You point to yourself, “Na-Na, I’m not crazy! I just pointed him out to you! How can you--.”
“_____, listen! He’s right. You can’t just say something so outright and in public. With his status and fame vs. all of you, you’d be shunned out of the city!”
A scoff escapes you as you shake your head at her.
“It wasn’t like I was going to sue him! I already let it go!” You declare, “He was suddenly there and then I remembered you were there, I was only trying to prove to you what I told you last night.”
Na-Na frowns before lowering her eyes and taking a step back.
“I believe you.” She responds.
“Yeah, now.” You retort.
Na-Na meets your eyes before offering an apologetic smile.
“Look, I’m sorry. I should’ve believed you. But now that I do, you have to go back there and stay calm.”
“I was calm before.” You state but the look Na-Na gives you suggests otherwise, “Until that suit called me a stalker.”
“Let’s just go back, apologize, make our peace, and be on our way.”
“Ha.” You reply sarcastically as Na-Na tugs gently on your arm, “Apologize.”
But it didn’t matter. By the time the two of you returned to the front of the building, your assailant and that rat in a suit pal of his were already long gone. The bystanders were also missing from the front as you two returned to your stand.
“Oh, goodie.” You bounce your shoulders and clap your hands, “No apologizing today.”
“When did you begin to dislike the idea of apologizing?” Na-Na tosses you a questioning look.
“Since I was accused of being something I’m not.” You pronounce, “I assure you, Na-Na, I am no stalker. Especially for tattooed assailants.”
JOON-KYUNG’S POV:
What had she called him again? Doctor? Where had that come from? Joon-Kyung sat silently in thought as the van drove further away from the broadcasting company and closer to the comfort, and safety, of his record label. Next to him, his manager was talking animatedly into his phone. As it turns out, what little of the altercation back there that had taken place had already reached the internet. Fame sure did have its downsides.
Due to the location and bad timing for smiles to appear, and her sudden outburst, plenty of people around them that had been in the parking lot and enjoying their lunch break had witnessed the entire thing. Phones had been pulled out and videos had been taken and by the time Joon-Kyung and his manager finally escaped the tinted windows of his van, a video had already been posted online, Joon-Kyung had been easily identified by netizens.
Throwing his phone at the headrest of the seat before him, Joon-Kyung’s manager curses softly before tightening his fist. Joon-Kyung knew what this could mean for him and if he, his manager, or his label couldn’t contain the footage then Joon-Kyung could get that R&R he had been dreaming about, though it’d be due to unfortunate situations.
“That little girl already has your name popping onto reporting websites and fancafe’s all over the internet.” He groans, glaring intently ahead.
“It’ll be fine, hyung.” Joon-Kyung tells him without much convincing in his tone.
“’It’ll be fine’.” His manager repeats, “How, exactly, is this going to be ‘fine’? As far as I know, you’re already losing money and fans as we speak, so please, enlighten me, Joon-Kyung.”
“I don’t know.” He responds, shrugging his shoulders, “How much damage could she do, anyway? It was brief and I doubt anyone could hear anything from where they were standing.”
Joon-Kyung sees his manager shake his head in the corner of his eye.
“Until there’s solid evidence of any cell phone camera catching her saying what she did, we have nothing to worry about.” Joon-Kyung begins as he puts in an earphone, “It could just be a matter of misinterpretation.”
“Misinterpretation.” His manager repeats thoughtfully to himself before chuckling amusingly, “You are cleverer than you appear to be, Joon-Kyung.”
But Joon-Kyung had already placed his other earbud in, unaware of the seed he had planted in his managers’ head.
It was eight o’clock at night when Joon-Kyung was awakened by his manager entering his crash room. After Joon-Kyung had returned to Illionaire, he went straight to recording and had to cover twice as much work to make-up for the time lost this morning. Finally, after hours of rearranging, mixing, recording, setting tempo, finding beats, and all the effort that goes into making rap, Joon-Kyung slipped into his crash room, hoping to sneak in an hour-long nap before the next sessions. However, his manager had other plans.
“How are you sleeping through all this?” He asks before loosening his tie and making himself comfortable in a chair.
“Easy, actually, before you came in, anyway.” Joon-Kyung grumbles to himself before sitting forward to address his manager, “What’s up?”
“There are reports outside.” He informs Joon-Kyung, cocking a single brow as he waits for a reaction. But when he doesn’t get one, he sighs heavily, “They want a statement.”
“So, give them a statement.” Joon-Kyung replies bitterly, returning to a horizontal position.
“Is there a preferred statement you’d like me to give?” His manager aks but Joon-Kyung just wants to get rid of him so he can sleep.
“Since when have you cared about what I want to say to the press.” Joon-Kyung snorts, “Feed them the same stuff you always do.”
“Well.” His manager starts and rises from his seat before heading for the door. But just before he leaves, he turns back to Joon-Kyung, “Don’t say I didn’t offer.”
“Sure.” Joon-Kyung dismisses it with a wave and succumbs to the sleep he had been craving, not a single worry drifting through his mind.
“What did you do…” Joon-Kyung stares blankly at his phone, reading the statement that had been released from his label barely an hour ago.
“The hounds were hungry and I fed them, just like you insisted.” His manager has his arms crossed proudly against his chest as he smirks at the new report displaying on the television above Joon-Kyung’s head.
“Except this time, you poisoned them!” Joon-Kyung shouts.
“Calm down.” His manager sternly responds, his jawline set, “I only twisted a few things around; nothing I haven’t done before, right?”
“Wrong.” Joon-Kyung shakes his head, “This is a lie. All of it is a lie. There is no truth to it and you’ve gone and made me look like a saint while she’s going to be rained down on.”
“Again, nothing I haven’t done bef--.”
“Stop saying that!” Joon-Kyung rises from his spot on the couch and approaches his manager, “Before…we haven’t had to bring anyone else down. I was only ever mentioned in statements, no other person or parties were mentioned before. What you’re doing, what you did, can ruin someone’s life.”
“Hmm.” His manager’s eyes darken as he takes a single step closer, “Much like the little girl was going to earlier, am I right?”
“She wasn’t going to do anything! She’s harmless and now you’ve gone and dug up all her information and gave it to the public. They’re gonna eat her alive.” Joon-Kyung’s voice falls as the weight of the dilemma truly begins to sink in, “You don’t what you’ve done.”
“Oh, you’re not placing the blame on only me, are you?”
“You gave the goddamn statement!”
“You gave me the idea and I gave you a chance!” His manager yelled, “’Misinterpretation’, remember? So, I came up with one. But before I released it to the public, I came to you. And what did you do? Brush it off. Because that’s how careless you were about this.”
Joon-Kyung swallowed, his mouth dry. He had nothing else to say.
“I didn’t feed little red riding hood to the big bad wolf, Joon-Kyung.” His manager pauses beside him as he makes way for the door, “That was you. All…you.”
MC’S POV:
“They’re calling me an obsessed, mentally unstable, stalker.” You gaped, your chest aching at the news report flashing across the screen.
“_____, it’s all lies! Don’t listen to them!” Na-Na assures you, reaching for the remote in your hand but you tighten your grip on it, listening intently to the news reporter.
“Revealed by Illionaire Record earlier this evening in a statement following video footage of rapper/producer Dok2 appearing to be in a confrontation with a woman outside SBS broadcasting station, Dok2 has been suffering for months the incessant and unwanted attention of a fan turned stalker.”
A still-shot from a recording of this morning’s encounter is placed onto the screen as the reporter continues to voice over.
“Longtime fan of Dok2, who we will identify as __, has subjected herself to following the hip-hop artist to various event location in just the past couple months. Mentioned in the statement from Illionaire, before this morning’s confrontation, the woman was seen pretending to be an employee at a mall where Dok2 had been attending a fan-sign event in an attempt to get closer to the artist just last night.”
Next, your senior high-school photo is shown, though your eyes and nametag on your uniform are blurred to protect your identity. How thoughtful.
“Per Illionaire’s statement, this morning was yet another attempt to getting closer to the artist. Posing as an awareness advisor for a well-known orphanage in Seoul, __ approached Dok2 as he and his manager left the broadcasting station following a radio show appearance. Both Dok2 and his manager tried to contain the woman’s hysterical cries before she drew attention to herself but it had already been too late. The woman ultimately had a mental breakdown, resulting in her beginning to name-call and insult the artist before being pulled away by an unknown individual.”
Then his face appears. And all you feel is a burning sensation building from within you.
“Illionaire closed their statement by saying that Dok2 is relieved he won’t be harassed any longer but prays that the young woman gets the help that she needs to return to a healthy mental state.”
You feel your fingers being pried apart as Na-Na slips the remote out of her hand and turns the TV off. Your breathing is shallow and you feel like you’re going to faint, kill, and cry, all at the same time.
“_____?” Na-Na gently places her hand on your shoulder in what you assumed was supposed to be comforting, “Talk to me.”
“About what?” Your voice is barely audible as you stare blankly ahead, “About how in less than 24 hours I’m labeled a stalker on national television? Or maybe about how they mentioned that I was posing for the orphanage? Or maybe something less important, like how I’ve been a longtime fan yet I can’t even pronounce his name?!”
At this point, you’re a full-on crying mess and no amount of tissue or sweater sleeve could keep you from getting snot and tears all over your face. Na-Na only pulled you closer to her, pulling your head to her shoulder as the cries racked your body. What had you done to do deserve this? It wasn’t like you put yourself on this godly, untouchable pedestal, but you had never hurt anyone. And now you were scared to death that Na-Na’s prediction would come true: the whole country would shun you, including the orphanage.
“Na-Na…” You sobbed, “What...am I… going to… do?”
“Shh, _____, don’t think about it now.” You pulled away from her and wiped your face roughly.
“Don’t think about it?!” You exclaim, “How can I not, Na-Na?! I can’t go to the orphanage tomorrow after this! I doubt I can even step outside!”
“Oh, _____.” Na-Na frowns, tears threatening to fall from her own eyes, “It won’t be that bad.”
“Says the girl who warned me about being shunned.” You whimper, “You don’t know how I’m feeling right now; you were labeled the ‘unknown individual’. They---why—I just don’t understand.”
“We’ll do something, _____.” Na-Na says, moving closer to you to hold your hand, “They won’t get away with this.”
“How, Na-Na?” You ask, feeling utterly defeated, “We don’t have the resources, or connections, or money to back us up like they do. They win.”
Na-Na’s frown retains but she doesn’t speak this time. There’s nothing she can say anyway. You were both low-income, young females that volunteered in their free time and had no dollar signs to your names. It was game over.
The two of you sat in silent on the living room floor for some time, never saying anything, rarely moving. It was as if you were in this constant state of free fall but you felt like you couldn’t move at the same time. It was dizzying and sickening.
A phone began to ring and you and Na-Na both looked to the end table to see that her phone was lighting up. Slipping the device into her hand, she offers a meek smile to you before mouthing ‘mom’ and excusing herself.
Now you were alone. A dreadful feeling came over you then. Was this how it was going to be in a couple days’ time? Were you going to find yourself on the floor of your apartment every night, blotchy-eyed and sniffling, sick and alone, isolated and forgotten? It was bringing back memories that you never wanted to recall again. You felt the tears coming again. But then another phone rang. Yours.
Wiping away any excess tears, you crawled to your phone that was lying a couple feet from you. An unknown number was displayed on the front. You should’ve known not to answer it but you weren’t in your best state of mind now. Hitting the answer icon, you raised the phone to your ear.
“Hello?” Your voice cracked and you repeated yourself again, attempting to sound somewhat clearer.
“Yah! You fucking bitch! You leave oppa alone, you freak! If you don’t, we’ll find you and--.” You hurried to hang up before they could say anything more. Before they tried to call back, you quickly went to block the number but then a message popped up, making it difficult to block the number without switching screens. Then another message and another and suddenly your phone was lighting up as if it was New Year’s Eve. Except instead of new year’s resolutions, you were receiving hate mail.
WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!
HEY! FREAK! RUN AND HIDE BEFORE WE FIND YOU!!
LEAVE DOK2 ALONE! >.<>.<>.<
BETTER NEVER SHOW YOUR FACE AGAIN, YOU FUCKING BASKET-CASE!
They were never-ending. The vibrations coming from your phone were reverberating throughout your entire body and you were beginning to feel more sick than you had been. Dropping your phone to the ground, you race to the bathroom and throw up the toilet seat just in time to see what little remains of your breakfast had come up.
“_____!” Na-Na cries out when she sees you bending over the toilet, “Mom, I gotta go! I’ll call you back later!”
Then she was by your side, rubbing your back and keeping your hair from getting in the way of your mouth. After what felt like an agonizing hour and sore throat later, you finally leaned back and rested against the cabinets of the counter. Na-Na is crying silently beside you, but after having done all that puking, you were sure there wasn’t an ounce of fluid inside you to even make you cry anymore.
You smack your lips together, unable to even taste your tongue anymore. A single whimper escape your mouth, “I hope they’re happy.”
Ugh, so damn sorry this took so long! But as long as the wait has been, I hope the third part makes up for the lack of updating! Please let me know what you think so far of Selfless and share your thoughts with me<3 I really love and appreciate your feedback!
Since this year is almost over I wanted to thank you for blessing us with all those perfect scenarios and for always being so sweet, I wish there would be more cute people like you in this world!! 💕💜
oh...*cries* my...*drops to the floor* goodness...*last breath*
this was so heartfelt to read<3 thank you, love!
what this world truly needs is more big-hearted and caring people like yourself(: keep it up, bebe
