All
or Nothing
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Youngbae
woke up feeling like he has a stiff neck. No wonder. He fell asleep inside his
car with his face pressed on the steering wheel. He was a bit disoriented at
first trying to figure out where he was. Working the kinks out of his neck, he
looked outside his snow crusted car windows and was surprised that he’s parked
at the usual street whenever he sends Sandara home. While stretching his frigid
muscles, he tried to think back on what happened to him last night. As far as
he knows, he drove off to a bar to wallow himself in liquor. He doesn’t
remember the part where he drove back to Sandara’s place.
He
groaned. What he did was stupid and dangerous. He must have been so drunk to
not remember anything. He has always been the one who follow rules and a strict
abider of the laws.
Falling
in love made him crazy.
And
right now, he remembered the reason why he was so mad and what drove him to
drink. Unlocking his car, he quickly climbed the flight of concrete steps up
the street to do what he should have done last night.
It
didn’t take too long for Dara to open her door after just a few knocks. She was
surprised to see Youngbae at her doorstep this early in the morning. The sun
hasn’t even risen yet.
“You’re
back!” she exclaimed, then “What are you doing here?”
Instead
of answering right away, Youngbae stretched his neck to look inside and since
Dara’s apartment is more of just a room than a studio type, he easily saw what
he was looking for. There, sitting on the floor, calmly sipping a cup of coffee
is Siwon.
“Well
good morning to you, too” said Youngbae with forced cheerfulness. “What a
pleasant surprise to find your ex-boyfriend visiting you so early in the
morning.” He couldn’t keep the bite out of his words.
Sandara
was taken aback by Youngbae’s appearance and the way he’s talking. She can tell
that something’s wrong. This is not the Bae that she knows. Before she could
answer, Youngbae walked past her and went inside and sat on the floor across
Siwon.
“Do
you have a spare cup of coffee for me?” he asked Sandara.
“Uhm,
yes. Of course.”
Pouring
a cup for Youngbae, Dara sat in between the two men. She can feel the tension
in the air so she decided to start a conversation after sipping from her own
cup.
“So,
Youngbae, when did you arrive from Macau?”
Youngbae
appeared to not have heard her question because he was staring straight at
Siwon. The two men seem to have a staring match.
“You
slept here.” Youngbae said. It wasn’t a question.
“I
did,” was Siwon’s short answer.
“It’s
not what you think.” Dara was quick to interrupt but was ignored.
“You
forgot your goons with you?” Youngbae remarked snidely.
Siwon
chose not to answer but Sandara did. “I found him last night outside my door.
He was drunk and without his phone so I couldn’t call anyone to pick him up. It
was snowing and it was cold so I let him sleep in. He already called his men
using my phone so they’re on their way as we speak.”
Youngbae
again ignored her which made Dara feel annoyed and guilty. It wasn’t her fault
that she didn’t have the heart to let Siwon freeze to death. It could have been
anyone and she would have done the same.
“My
driver’s gonna be here any moment” Siwon spoke after a minute. “I should go.”
“Yeah,
you should.” Youngbae agreed.
“Thank
you again, Dara. I’m sorry for last night.” He was about to reach for her but
Sandara took a step back. She may have taken as pity on him last night and
allowed her inside her house but that doesn’t mean that she has forgiven him.
Siwon
dropped his hands to his side and sighed. He put on his shoes and then opened
the door to see that the sun has now risen.
“I’m
just gonna see him leave,” Sandara told Youngbae and followed Siwon out. In
truth, she wanted to continue what she and Siwon have been discussing they were
interrupted by Youngbae.
“I
hope this won’t happen again” she tells him once they were facing each other.
“I don’t want you coming here.’
“Again,
I apologize.” Siwon said, looking contrite.
They
both looked at each other and were lost in their memories and how their young love
has turned to this moment.
“I
hope you’re happy” Siwon said to Sandara sincerely. “Your boyfriend looks
angry. Should I apologize to him as well?”
“Actually,
he’s not my boyfriend.” Dara admitted to Siwon’s surprise.
“Just
a friend?” Siwon wanted to be sure with a hopeful tone. “I thought … the last
time … what are you to each other?”
“Nothing.”
Dara answered. “We’re nothing.” She doesn’t want Youngbae to be tangled up in
her mess. “But even if I’m not in a relationship, it doesn’t mean that I’d
still want you back. It’s over between us Siwon. I hope I’ve made that clear.”
Siwon
gave a resigned sigh. “I get it. But if ever you need anything – anything at
all, just know that I’m here for you, okay?”
Sandara
didn’t acknowledge his offer. Good thing she spotted a couple of men in black
tux coming up the street. “Your men are here.”
Siwon
nodded but before he joined his men who stood a few feet away from them, he
turned and hugged a very surprised Sandara. “I’ll always love you” he whispered.
Sandara
remained stationary for a couple of minutes from where she stood even when
Siwon was well out of sight.
She
didn’t notice the door slowly closing in and the defeated look on Youngbae’s face
who witnessed everything.
Youngbae
wondered what was taking Sandara too long so he decided to follow her out. He
stopped short when he heard Siwon talking about wishing Dara happiness and
referring to him as her boyfriend. He felt elated hearing that only to come
crashing down after Dara denied and said that they were nothing. Was he really
nothing to her?
He
also saw how affected Sandara seemed to be even after Siwon left. So he quietly
sat back and waited for Sandara to come back inside. Once she did, he pretended
to be sitting there all along and didn’t hear the conversation outside.
“He
already left?”
“Yes.”
Sandara nodded.
“Okay,
I’m leaving as well.” Youngbae turned for the door.
“But
you just got here…”
Youngbae
continued to walk out the door hurriedly making Dara wrinkle her forehead.
“”Hey”,
she called and followed him out. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s
wrong? What’s wrong?!” Youngbae repeated in forced laughter and faced her.
“Nothing’s wrong. In fact, everything’s f*cking perfect!” He threw up his hands
in the air in an irritated gesture and then turned to walk away once more.
Confused
with Youngbae’s odd behaviour, Dara was curious to find out what exactly is
making him act like she did something to offend him.
“Tell
me. What is it?” she persistently dogged him.
“I
said it’s nothing.”
“Well,
it’s certainly something!” Sandara said in exasperation. “You come to my house
all of a sudden after not contacting me for God knows how long and then when
you did show up, you look pissed as hell! What the hell is wrong with you?”
Youngbae
rounded up and walked towards her until there’s almost no space between them.
“Nothing’s wrong with me.” He said in a dangerously low tone. “What I want to
know is - what is wrong with you?!” He looked menacing with his bleary eyes and
stubbled jaw.
“Me?”
“Yes!
You.” He took another step forward which made Dara take a step backward. She
gulped. She never thought that Youngbae could have a threatening side.
Dara
tried to straighten herself and faced Youngbae challengingly. “How dare you say
something’s wrong with me! You drop by unannounced, acting all angry when you
should be thanking ME after I set you up with Krystal … but did I hear any
thank you? NOooo …! In fact, you never once called or texted me all through the
holidays and now, here you are, telling me that something’s wrong with me?!”
She barely slept a wink last night and being so early in the morning, she
didn’t appreciate Youngbae’s tone at all.
But
Youngbae was tired and a little heartbroken, making him impatient. “You wanna
know what’s wrong? How could you abandon me like that? It was you who I wanted
to spend the holidays with … it was you who I made plans with … It was you –,”
he cut off and sighed. “And then, I finally come back and see your ex-boyfriend
who treated you like dirt inside your house and then you tell him that I’m
nothing to you? That we’re nothing to each other?” Youngbae’s voice cracked a
bit with emotion. “Dara, don’t you understand my feelings even for just a bit?”
Youngbae’s forehead is creased and his eyes are somewhat sad and searching.
“How
can I understand you when you refuse to talk about whatever it is that’s
pissing you off?” Dara answered defensively.
Youngbae
hung his head and when he finally looked up, he wouldn’t look Dara in the eyes.
“I should go,” he said in a tired voice and turned around to leave.
“Wait!”
Dara clutched at his jacket sleeve.
“Did
something bad happen in Macau? Was it Krystal?”
Bae
gave an audible sigh and without looking back, he answered, “No, it’s not
Krystal. It was never about Krystal …”
“Then
… what is it?” Dara asked her voice full of concern.
“This”,
he answered as he gently removed Dara’s hand on his jacket. “I don’t think I
can do this anymore, Dara. I don’t think my heart can take this anymore …”
With
eyes deep in confusion, Dara failed to say another word. She mutely watched the
retreating figure of Youngbae until she couldn’t see him anymore. She was
surprised to realize that tears started forming in her eyes and that her heart
felt heavy. Her mind tried to digest the words that Youngbae said but she stopped
the thought process, refusing to accept where the thought is leading to.
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Dara’s POV
“Are
you sure he’s not in love with you?” Sohee’s voice came loud and clear across
Skype.
Sunny
and Suzy are both nodding their heads perfectly synchronized like those puppies
you see inside cars.
We
are inside their apartment at yet another girl bonding sleep over.
It
has been 2 weeks since Youngbae said that he couldn’t do ‘this’ anymore.
Whatever ‘this’ meant, apparently, it involves him not showing up or calling me
anymore. I haven’t seen a hair or shadow of him and he doesn’t even answer my
phone calls. I told the girls about what happened and they have been making
hilarious assumptions since I finished my story that Youngbae is freaking in
love with me! Ha! As if! He’d be crazy to fall in love with someone like me.
And that is what I precisely told them.
“Sunny”
said Sohee, “Can you slap her in the head for me, please?”
“Gladly!”
Sunny went up on her knees and gave me a sound slap at the back of my head.
“Ouch!”
I cried, massaging my poor skull. “What did you do that for?!” I moved away
from her as we are sitting on the floor around the small wooden table where we
are video chatting with our friend in America.
“Because
you’re stupid!” I can see Sohee with her arms on her hips over the small laptop
that Sunny owns.
Again,
S1 and S2 are nodding their heads in synchrony.
“Would
you two stop that?” I grimaced. “You’re making me dizzy.”
Suzy
stuck out her tongue adorably and I couldn’t help but grin at her.
“Seriously
Dara, why would you think that it’s impossible for someone like him to fall for
you?” Sohee was undeterred.
“Yeah,”
Sunny seconded. “You talk as if you’re not worthy or something …”
I
let out a heavy sigh and stretched out my legs. “Because it’s the damn truth,
okay?” I looked at all of them. “I have no strange notions that a good guy like
him will want something from someone like me …”
“And
what is wrong with someone like you, unnie?” Suzy asked. “You’re kind, you’re
smart, and you’re absolutely beautiful …”
“I’m
tainted,” I cut Suzy. “That’s what’s wrong with me, okay? I don’t deserve
anybody much less someone like Youngbae.” Saying those words fills me with
melancholy and pain that I refuse to acknowledge. Nothing good will come off it
and besides, this is all nonsense chatter. I am perfectly certain that Youngbae
can’t like me especially since he knows all about my dark past and all. “I
don’t deserve anyone…”
“Girls
…”
This
time, both Sunny and Suzy gave me a flick on the forehead each with that small
urging from Sohee. Really, my girls love me.
Another
week has passed and Seoul is deep in snow. This terrible snowstorm is
forecasted to last for a week more and it’s getting freaking hard to get a cab
the past couple of days. Lucky Seven will be closed for the week for
renovations and Dongwook Oppa sent all of the staff and crew on leave. He
himself and Byul will go to Maldives to escape the harsh winter that we’re
experiencing. This is the last night that the club will be open and I
immediately said my goodbye’s after my set because I’m feeling a bit under the
weather.
I
let out a curse because I still can’t flag a taxi and rubbed my palms together
although I’m wearing gloves to keep me warm. I might become a frozen statue by
the sidewalk any moment now. After a few more miserable minutes, I decided to
walk down a couple more blocks to get to the bus stop. I wonder if there are
still buses running at this time in this weather.
I
got to the empty bus stop and waited under the flickering lights but no bus
came and it has been 10 minutes. The bus should have arrived by now. I was
sneezing and coughing from cold and I can feel a looming headache coming. I
regret not going with Sunny and Suzy to Busan where they were invited by the
director of Suzy’s play together with the rest of the cast to celebrate the
successful run of their musical in his beach house. I should have gone with
them.
I
wrapped my arms around myself and briefly thought of calling Byul or Dongwook
oppa. Maybe they can pick me up. As I was contemplating this, I see a car stop
by in front of me and I recognized it as Youngbae’s. The window over the
passenger seat started to roll down and I see him and he called. “Get in,” he
ordered.
What
is he doing here? If it was any other day, I would have happily hopped inside
his car eagerly like the countless of times he sent me home. But now, I don’t
even see a trace of smile on his face. Plus, didn’t he say that he doesn’t want
to do anything with me anymore? That’s basically what I believe he said the
last time we saw each other.
“I
said get in, Dara.” He repeated a little louder.
Not
wanting to freeze to death, I got up and sneezed and climbed onto his waiting
car.
Youngbae
and I have never been awkward with each other. Until now, that is. He never
spoke a single word to me all through the drive to my house and when we got at
the street where he usually parks his car, he just said, “We’re here,” without
looking at me.
I
mumbled a small “Thank You” and unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car.
He started his engine and left before I even get to the first step of the concrete
stairs.
The
following night, I groggily got up from bed hearing the incessant knocking on
my door. After a fit of sneezes, I finally reached it and was surprised to see
Youngbae standing outside carrying a paper bag.
A
brief thought crossed my mind that I must look like hell because after I got
home this early morning at 2AM, I stayed in bed and only bothered to change my
clothes and eat a little breakfast and that’s it. That has been like twenty
hours ago. I didn’t get to dwell on it much since a gust of cold wind entered
my small room and I visibly shake and let out another fit of sneezes making
Youngbae come inside and he closed the door in a hurry.
“Gummy
said you called in sick” he stated. “I brought some medicine.”
Taking
the brown paper bag he handed out, I said, “You shouldn’t have.” Still, I
looked at what’s inside and popped a couple of capsules and drank some water.
“God,
it’s freezing in here!” Youngbae exclaimed, rubbing his arms.
“My
heater gave up on me,” I nodded towards the corner of my room at the old and
now useless heater.
“No
wonder you got sick.” He looked at me disapprovingly.
I
wanted to say that he can’t act like he cared when he ignored me for a number
of days but I was too sick to voice out my rant so I just turned my back on him
and made my way back to the bed. I was surprised when I felt him grab at my
wrist.
“What?”
I turned to him, a little annoyed.
“You
can’t stay here … not like this. Let’s go.”
“Go
where?” I asked.
“I’ll
book a room for you at the hotel.”
I
remembered our happier times and it made me sad. But I didn’t want to feel sad
so I chose anger. I snorted. “What do you care? You said we’re done right?” I
pulled my wrist away from him. “Thank you for the medicines. Please lock the door
when you leave.”
“If
you don’t want to stay there, I could drop you off over at your friends’”.
“They’re
on a vacation,” I answered and lay on the futon and made a show of wrapping
myself in blankets. “Please leave. I’m tired.”
“How
about Gummy’s place or Byul’s?”
“I
don’t want to bother them.”
He
made a vexed sound, looked up and closed his eyes. I can almost hear him
counting from 1 to 10 in his head. When he opened his eyes, I heard him
whisper, “Just one time”, as if coming to a decision.
To
my utter surprise he turned the lights off and lay beside me.
“Ya!
Ya!” I began pushing him away and tried to sit up as I felt him lying next to
me and pulling my blankets. “What are you doing?!”
I
felt his arm go around my waist and pulled me back down on the bed and drew me
close to him. He is now under my blankets. “Youngbae!” I cried in alarm. “I’m
gonna scream rape!”
“Relax,”
he soothed. “I’m not going to do anything.”
“What
are you doing in my bed, then?!”
“This
is called sharing body warmth, Dara. It’s a simple logic. Do you want to freeze
to death?”
I
can feel his warm body against mine and it felt kinda nice. He pulled me closer
until we are in a spooning position.
“Sleep,
Dara.” I felt his warm breath against my ear and I swear I almost felt him kiss
my hair.
My
body began to relax and I settled in comfortably against his arms and I was
lulled into sleep in no time.
When
I woke up the next morning, feeling a lot better, Youngbae was gone. I found
two huge boxes outside my door, though, and both are addressed to me. When I
opened them, there was an electric bed warmer and the latest heater in the
market which I couldn’t afford. I knew they were from him.
It’s
Byul’s birthday bash and I was invited. I was reluctant to go but she was
adamant that I come or else, she won’t speak to me anymore. Honestly, I used to
love going to these rich people parties because it’s where I get some customers
for Spider but now, the thought of maybe seeing Youngbae there makes me
hesitant. Our contract is almost up and although he disappeared from my life
again, I was fully paid and it just didn’t feel right to accept a new
assignment just yet even though I have most days free.
If
I was being a little more honest, I would almost admit that I miss the guy. But
I would never admit to that so I don’t want to see him at the party because I
don’t want to confirm whatever it is that I feel.
But
I don’t want to lose Byul’s friendship so I went and hoped … I really don’t
know what to hope for.
Only,
I think I realized what it was after I’ve seen and greeted Byul inside the
grand ballroom of the Dragon Hotel where the party is being held. My eyes kept
glancing around the room and I saw Dongwook oppa and some of his friends. I
also saw Choi Seunghyun who for a moment, I thought would come over and talk to
me until I saw Blondie approach him and both of them glanced with Kwon raising his
glass in my direction and gave his friendly smirk.
I
gave a polite nod to both of them and my eyes continued their search until they
rested on Youngbae. It was then that I knew what I, in my heart had secretly
hoped for. I wanted us to be okay again … and that I had missed him. He sees me
and we stared at each other from the opposite sides of the ballroom. I then saw
Sulli wrap her arm around his and we broke eye contact.
I
felt something unpleasant that I refused to acknowledge overwhelm me and I
turned around so suddenly that I almost bumped into someone. Thankfully, a pair
of strong arms steadied me and I looked into the smiling eyes of someone who
looked familiar.
“Hi,”
he said.
“Hi”,
I replied back.
“You
don’t remember me, do you?” The guy said in an amused tone.
“I’m
sorry, I’m not good in memorizing names” I said.
He
held out his right hand which I took. “It’s Wooyoung. We met at a wedding
reception. I’m friends with Nick.”
Realization
dawned on me. “Ohh … I remember now. I’m sorry I almost spilled my drinks on
you.”
“No,
it was okay. But … if you’re really sorry, would you like to compensate with a
dance?” he flirted.
I
was glad to welcome a distraction so I accepted and Wooyoung stayed by my side for
almost an hour until he was called out by someone with what he called a
nuisance business matter. He promised to be back as soon as he could.
I
studiously avoided Youngbae and his friends as much as I could and I was
thinking of calling the night early and find Byul when a shrill voice called my
attention.
“There
you are! Have you moved on from Youngbae to Wooyoung now?” Krystal’s tone was
bitchy and so was her face.
“Krystal”
I nodded at her. I don’t know what her deal was; I thought that we were good
the last time we talked.
She
raised her perfectly manicured eyebrows at me. “You bitch”, she hissed closely
at me. “You made me look like a fool!”
“I’m
sorry?” I asked, confused.
“Did
you have fun at my expense?” She looked livid and I had no clue what she was
going on about.
“Look,”
I said, trying to placate her, “I honestly do not know why you’re mad at me …
What happened between you and Youngbae? He’s mad at me as well for some
reason.”
Krystal
went still, gazing at me and then suddenly burst into laughter. She was
laughing so loudly that a few of the guests started to look our way. I wondered
if she was drunk already.
“This
…” she wiped some tears from her eyes that was brought on by laughter, “This is
classic! A classic, I tell ‘ya … Oh boy … I guess you and Youngbae are the
bigger fools!” She laughed again.
“I’m
glad you find that amusing” I said sarcastically.
“Oh
you just don’t know how amusing you both are. Amusingly pathetic!” With that,
she turned away and I was tempted to slap my hand on her laughing mouth.
I
decided to get some fresh air instead so I went out the balcony overlooking the
sprawling garden. I haven’t been outside for but a couple of minutes when I
heard my name being called.
“I
knew it was you, Sandy.” I turned to look and was surprised to see a former
client, Mr. Chen. He’s a middle-aged businessman from China and Sunny once
escorted him to a function. I remember how Sunny said that she doesn’t want to
work with him again because he can be very grabby and aggressive.
“Good
evening, Mr. Chen” I greeted politely.
He
leered at me appreciatively and closed the gap between us to my dismay.
“And
who are you … escorting tonight?” The way he said my job made it sound like
it’s dirty.
“I’m
friends with the birthday celebrant” I replied, keeping my cool. I don’t want
to create a commotion and ruin Byul’s party.
He
quirked an eyebrow at me. “Oh, really? I see you’ve been making your way up the
social ladder … Perhaps, you would like it if I make the journey a little bit
faster for you? What do say?” He gave a suggestive wink and before I could
move, I felt his arm snaked its way to my behind and he squeezed my butt.
I
was ready to kick his balls when he was pulled fiercely away from me so
suddenly. I saw a flying fist connect to Mr. Chen’s face and the next thing I
knew, he was sprawled down the floor. When he looked up and tried to stand, I
saw that his nose was bleeding.
“Try
to touch her again and you’re dead!” Youngbae said menacingly.
Mr.
Chen sneered challengingly. “How dare you! Do you know who I am, you little
prick?!” He then tried to take a swing
at Youngbae but missed by a large margin. Youngbae was quick.
Mr.
Chen now looked frighteningly deranged with anger. He was being humiliated by
now a large audience in the balcony. People must have heard of the action going
on outside and are now crowding the area.
“You
are going to regret this!” He threatened. “You don’t know who you’re messing
with! Do you know who I am?!” He arrogantly challenged, trying to save face.
“No,
I do not,” Youngbae replied in an even tone, “which means you are a nobody. So
get the hell out of this hotel or I’ll have you thrown out.”
“And
who the hell are you to throw me out? Are you the owner, huh? You arrogant
bastard!”
“As
a matter of fact, he is,” came Kwon Jiyong’s clear voice. “He’s a co-owner and
my family owns half so between the two of us, we say that you are evicted and if
I were you, I’ll never let you set foot in any of our buildings or hotels again
or you’ll really regret it. Capisce?” Blondie looked scary and seeing guards coming
in and standing behind Jiyong’s back, Mr. Chen could only nod eagerly and in
shame, left with the guards but not without a parting word and he directed it
at me.
“You
sure do know how to climb up the ladder you whore!” He spat. Youngbae almost
lunged at me him again but Seunghyun has a tight grip on him.
“Let
him go, bro” I heard him say. “We’ll think of other ways to get back at him.”
With
the excitement of the evening ending, there was a nervous murmur in the crowd
as they went back inside the grand ballroom.
“Are
you okay?” asked Byul as she wrapped her arms around me.
I
nodded. “I’m sorry for ruining your party.”
“Nonsense,”
she waved my apology away. “I don’t even know how that man got invited” she
frowned.
“The
important thing is that you’re okay and safe. You, too,” said Dongwook oppa as
he looked at me and then at Youngbae.
“Dara!
I heard about what happened … did you get hurt?” Wooyoung grabbed both of my
arms and turns me around doing an inspection. “Are you hurt anywhere?”
“No,
I’m fine” I said and gently removed his hands off me and took a step back.
“You
look shaken, let me take you home” he offered.
“I’LL
take her home” interrupted Youngbae and he grabbed my hand. “Sorry for the
party, Byul. We’ll go ahead.”
“No
worries. Make sure to get Dara home safely.” Byul answered, kissed my cheek and
waved goodbye.
“We’re
here” he said again like the last time when we reached the foot of the street
before the flight of concrete stairs that leads the way to my apartment.
Those
are the only words that he said to me and I belatedly realized that he never
actually said a word directly to me all through the night except for those two
words. I looked at him as he kept his gaze straight as if he couldn’t wait to
get me off his car. How could he act so cold to me when he was so ready to
fight for my honor earlier? I don’t like this cold Youngbae. It’s making me
feel hurt.
I
huffed, got off and made sure that I slammed the car door loudly. I marched off
and was maybe 5 steps away when I decided to turn around and rapped swiftly on
his window. He rolled the window down and without looking at me, asked “What?”
“If
you’re going to act like this, then you shouldn’t have saved me back there. I
could have handled the situation all by myself.” I declared hotly and stalked
off. After a couple of steps, I turned back and caught him staring at me. “And
just so you know, I don’t like the way you’re acting right now. I don’t know
why you’re so mad at me. If I did something wrong why don’t you tell it to my
face instead of this silent treatment? Am I supposed to guess what you’re
thinking? Well I’m sorry I don’t have mental telepathy so forgive me if I can’t
decipher what it is that you’re thinking. And you know what? Don’t even bother
telling me anymore because if you are done with me, then I’m done with you as
well. Goodbye and good luck with your life!”
This
time, I truly walked away and blinked away my tears. I was on the second flight
of stairs when a hand grabbed my wrist and I was whirled around and slammed
into Youngbae’s arms.
“You
wanna know what’s wrong?” he asked in a troubled tone. “This –“ and he crashed
his lips upon mine.
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Author’s
Note:
Earlier
when I logged , I was shocked to realize that it has been exactly one
year since I decided and publish my first story, Against All Odds. I was sad
and at the same time regretful that it’s this story’s anniversary and I’m not
even halfway done with the plot that I’ve drafted in my mind. Between full time
work and being a part time student, I literally couldn’t find the time to write
stories as much as I would like to.
But
don’t you worry; I wouldn’t abandon any of my fics. And I want to thank all of
you for sticking with me for a year now. Really, I appreciate it. Sorry for
being a slow writer. OTL
Anyway,
back to AAO. I know that a lot of you readers are more of Daragon or
Tabisan shippers but I wanted this Dara to be with the best man for her … at
least, in this fic. So yeah, right now, it’s Youngbae. But don’t you worry, the
others will get their spotlight, too. I did say that the story’s barely
halfway, right?
Follow
me on Wattpad!
Until
next time!
*bisous*
~mzbookworm4life
