I Learnt it From Tao and Chen (4)

“Aigoo, I’m so excited!” Chanyeol squealed, dragging Yeongri along with him and pulling her through the security at the entrance. He was taking Yeongri with him to the SM Entertainment complex, for something like a day off, at work.

“I am too, baby,” she replied, happily complying with his excessive tugs.

Chanyeol assured her he wasn’t going to work too much. As much as she enjoyed watching him sing and dance, she didn’t like seeing him overworking himself. And Chanyeol was bound to do that to impress her. Moreover, she had gone over with him as a sort of date, so she naturally wanted more of him, and not his work.

“Annyeong!” they greeted, as theystepped into the building. Yeongri expected it to be quite empty and serene, but it was swarming with people. Aside from the kpop idols, there were a lot of others, especially trainees. And there wasn’t one person who didn’t stop by and greet Chanyeol.

“OK, so I have to work, but I promise we’ll have fun as well,” he mumbled, going through the elevator.

“Chanyeol, is that your little sister? She’s so cute!” asked BoA, as she walked in next to us.

Chanyeol widened his eyes beofre glancing at Yeongri, who was uncomfortably trying to hide behind him.

“What’s your name? He never told me about you! Is he a good oppa?” she continued asking, oblivious of the awkwardness.

Chanyeol put his large hand over Yeongri’s back and brought her forward. “Ne, she’s my dongsaengi!” he chirped, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Her name’s Yeongri. She’s a bit shy.”

Yeongri stared at Chanyeol, confused and outraged. She opened her mouth to speak, but the elevator stopped, making them part ways with BoA.

“Yah! How can I be your dongsaeng! You little…”she trailed off after hitting Chanyeol as they walked into the studio.

“You little? What? Are you going to swear?”he replied, hugging her. He pushed his face into the crook of her neck and said,” I’m just playing. Sorry.”

“Well, you better tell her that I’m your girlfriend the next time you see her,” she said, placing herself down on the floor.

After a few minutes, the rest of the EXO members filed into the studio.

“Yah, Chanyeol! You never told us you had a younger sister!” said Chen, without looking at Yeongri.

Chanyeol chuckled and pointed at Yeongri.

“Incest?” he replied, to which everyone laughed.

“Aah oppa! I’m his girlfriend. Channie was a meanie and told BoA unnie that I was his sister,” she said, pouting.

“Chanyeol’s like that,” they replied.

They were set to record a new song after a few minutes.

Chen eyed Yeongri as Chanyeol and himselfwalked in and turned on the mic.

Chen proceeded to sing the opening music of ‘Sweet Transvestite’, before Chanyeol sang:

” Don’t get strung out

By the way I act

Don’t judge a book by its cover

I’m not much of a man by the light of the day

But by night I’m one hell of a lover

I am your sweet loving oppa

From Hongdae, South Korea

I am your sweet loving oppa

I’m just making fun, don’t get mad ”

Yeongri clapped as Chanyeol happily pranced around the studio.

“Are you mad now?” he asked, holding her hand.

“I’ll think about it,” she replied, smiling.

They then proceeded to record the sing. Yeongri was immensely proud of he boyfriend- he was so talented. His voice shone out as they all sang together.

“Did you like it?” he asked, once they finished.

“Yeah! Why don’t sing in all the songs?” she asked. “You sound so good.”

Chanyeol shrugged and accepted her small kiss on his cheek. He then pulled her up and shouted to the rest of the members. “I’m going to the gym!”

“The gym? Yah, that’s no fun!” Yeongri whispered raspily as Chanyeol pulled towards the next room.

“I promise, it will be,” he replied, with a small snicker.

Chanyeol always snickered when he had a surprise, or an idea. They type of idea he knew was too ingenius- one that he could not let go of. AndChanyeol was normally very perssitent, so snickering meant Yeongri was in for something.

“First let’s do push ups,” he said, locking the door behind him.

“Channie, why did you lock the door?”

“So that I don’t get interrupted,” he said, pushing her down flat on her back.

He slammed his palms on either side of her. Carefully, he lowered himself down, just enough to lightly touch her lips.

Yeongri giggled as she watched him continue to exercise on top of her, his face contented but concentrating hard.

Until he started to move down.

He watched her gasp as he quickly moved onto her collarbone and descended, before he abruptly stopped just before her chest. He could feel her heart thumping crazy, and reveled in the conspicuous pain she was in as he stood up. She obviously wanted more. Yeongri was like that. She never wanted it- but if Chanyeol coaxed her into it, she would never let go.

Chanyeol ran his hands thorugh his wet hair.

“How did you even get that sweaty? You didn’t do anything,” she asked, pouting.

“Really, Yeongri? I didn’t do anything? ” he asked, swooping in next to her. “Then why are you so wet?”

Yeongri blushed. “You make everything sound perverted.”

“I mean it in a perverted way. I know you’re wet. And that’s pathetic, because I haven’t even started.”

Yeongri was slightly surprised. Chanyeol called her pathetic? He sure changes once it gets hot. She was about to comment back when she looked up to see him slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wh- what are you doing? Chanyeol, this is your workplace, not our house!”

“Yeongri, I’m just taking it off because I’m so sweaty,” he saidgetting back to her.

“Oh, OK.”

Chanyeol whisperd into her ear, “I know you only like it when you get me sweaty.”

Yeongri mind was hazy. “Yah, shut up!” she shouted, hitting him hard.

“Ow, Yeongri! I was just kidding. I’m not that needy!” he replied laughing. “I still have to finish exercising anyways.”

“Whatever,” she said, after a few minutes, waving it off. “What are you going to do now?”

“Sit ups. Mind helping me?” he said, lying down on his back this time.

“OK,” she replied, gravitating towards him. She knew he was going to do something or the other to make it fun for himself, but she wanted to get over it fast.

And of course, he did. As Yeongri knelt over, holding his feet in place, he forcefully crashed into her lips. They repeated the exercise a few times before Chanyeol called it a day. He pulled her down with him as he lay on his back.

“You want to go to the coffee shop?” he asked, smiling as she rested her head on his.

“This was the most distorted date ever,” she replied, looking up. “But OK.”

“Who taught you this?” she said, as he helped her up.

“Chen told me to sing that song earlier when you were mad. And Tao taught me the push ups-sit ups technique. You’re turned on, right? I know you are,” he said, a smirk tugging on his lips.

And Yeongri smiled as she crossed her hand with Chanyeol’s, because she already knew that.

 

So, an update after all these months! I hope you like it- but as Yeongri said, it became so distorted. I had planned a basketball scene, and this weirdo thing that I thought of when they heatedly take each other’s shoes off under a table, but nothing really fit in. Enjoy! There will be another 2 chapters for the story to be complete.

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3 (EDIT)

This is the edited version of chapter 2 of Addictions. I like this better, but I didn’t want to throw the old version away. So here’s the edited version!

That night, Ranhee promptly texted Jiyong to meet her at the library the following afternoon.
The next day, she walked in the library, her eyes trained on the occupied seats, looking for Jiyong.
As she glanced towards the right, her eyes caught him waving heartily at her. She turned to see Jiyong happily greeting her, and telling her to hurry up. 

It was completely different from the day before. This time, he had a genuine smile on. His eyes sparkled in the dim lighting, courtesy the seat he chose. She also noticed the stack of books he had taken the effort to acquire.


She figured that he didn't indulge in alcohol or drugs willingly, or at least promote it. He also had a sense of dignity. But due to vocational constraints, he resorted to such habits for relaxation. It was painful to see what Jiyong could be. He was a lovely person, without his addictions.

Before she sat down, he started to talk.
"Look, Ranhee, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I was drunk, and I didn't know what I was doing. I'm really grateful to you; you still want to tutor me. You have to help me. OK?"
She didn't know what to say. She had come prepared with a full fledged lecture on why he should get rid of his habits, but it was clear that he tried to. What would she get by lecturing him about something he already knew?
She sat down and vaguely started," Yeah, it's OK. I guess you should keep it under control, though..."
She waited for him to retort back. Both descended into a deep silence. She wasn't sure on how to continue; she felt both sorry and slightly comfortable.

After a few minutes, Jiyong spoke up.
"Can you do something for me?"
Ranhee slowly nodded. In her mind, she said no. It was not in his place to ask for favors when he had to correct himself. Ranhee believed that self-correction was of utmost importance, and was best done alone. Only that brought out the true vigor of the person's spirit.

"OK, I need you to come with me to the orphanage."
Ranhee looked up at him. What did he have to do with the orphanage? Was he going to teach the poor children there to drink as well?

He stood up and yanked Ranhee up as well. He then proceeded to pull her outside the library, and without leaving her hand, walked to the orphanage, a block away.
"I'll explain when we get there," he said, excitedly.
When they finally arrived, she noticed the number of children outside to greet him.
All of them looked immensely happy to see him; they hugged him by the dozen, before he could even enter.

"Everyone, this is my friend, Ranhee! Say hi!" He shouted after they pulled him inside.
Ranhee curtly bowed, as all the children, including their caretaker, excitedly greeted her.

Ranhee thought it would take an hour at most, but Jiyong did not want to get up from there.
He tended to each child, giving special attention to the infants.

" I'm an orphan, you know," he said, as he fondled a baby. "Not many people know that about me. I may seem like a spoiled brat, but I have my reasons. All idols do."
Ranhee was astonished. She was sure none of the fans knew about him being an orphan. Her heart sank deeper as he made sure each baby found his embrace. There was such a distinct side to him that no one knew about.

After leaving the orphanage, Jiyong took her to his dorm and forced her to tutor him. He was a great student- though he was a bit slow to understand, he was quick to implement whatever he learnt. He was patient when she taught, and yearned for acknowledgement of his understanding. 
After the tutorial session, he took her out for snacks. Each time it was something different. Ranhee was suspicious as to whether he was just doing this to make up for the day before, but the same continued the next day and the many after that. It became a routine to visit the orphanage, then have tutorials, then go out to eat.
She came to know of so much about him. Everything he did with his conscience was the complete opposite of what he did without it. If someone met him when he was not intoxicated, they would have never guessed about his darker side.
Each night, as she lay down to sleep, she would go over everything she learnt that day. But after being with Jiyong, only he flooded her thoughts. He taught her so much.
She realised that it was hard to work as a musician. There was so much responsibility and pressure they had to cope with. Therefore, using alcohol and drugs did not seem detrimental. It made him feel better, and helped him relax. It was his gateway to a world without any concerns.
No one had ever looked at this side of the picture. It stopped with being an idol. The public, which included Ranhee, never cared about an idol outside of his vocation. 

She could see that it was difficult for him to give it up. Each time they met, they would happily be talking, or laughing about one thing or the other. But in the middle, he never failed to pull out a cigarette. It was a tough habit.
His addictions made up his evil alter ego. She had to destroy it, how much ever it helped him relax. Jiyong deserved a better life- not a dark and intoxicated one.

Meeting up with Ranhee brought new shades of sunlight in Jiyong's life as well. He became closer and closer to her, through which he came to know of a number of things about her. He reveled in the simpler aspects of her: she loved deokbokki but hated how her mother made it. She was, herself, a huge fan of Big Bang and turned to their music for comfort. He began to feel happier about agreeing to study with her, because she was like the small ray of light in his dark life. Behind his sober figure, laid depression, insomnia, pressure, and the constant need to light a cigarette and gulp down a full bottle of vodka. Ranhee was slowly diminishing each of those features, one by one. He couldn't help but admire her. Like Ranhee, his thoughts only concerned her.

Ranhee and Jiyong were making increased progress in coping with his addictions, until one day.
On Halloween, everything went out of hand.

Ranhee switched on the TV and was blasted with heart wrenching news.

"Popular k-pop idol G-Dragon has allegedly been caught in the possession of marijuana. What trials will the heartthrob face?"

His company had organized a party, along with a few lucky fans. Jiyong happily indulged in all the drinks and a number of the fans offered him an array of drugs, which he willingly accepted. Jiyong had to struggle to stand up. He had gone out of bounds.

Ranhee sunk onto her sofa, cupping her mouth. She couldn’t believe it.

When she took up the challenge of subduing his habits, Ranhee kept imagining what would happen if the public found out. It was pretty much the top thing she wished to never happen to him.

She didn’t know how Jiyong felt.

She hurriedly dialed his familiar phone number and waited impatiently for him to pick up.

"Yeoboseyo?"

"Jiyong, it’s Ranhee. Do you want me to come over?"

Silence.

"A-ani. I’ll come over there."

Ranhee knew it was too dangerous for him to step outside.

"Jiyong, you can’t. It’s not safe. I’ll try and come-"

"Shut up, baby. I’m coming THERE."

The ring following was hard and loud to Ranhee. ‘Shut up, baby’, was not something he often said. In fact, he wouldn’t have dared to utter anything like that.

Ranhee tried to recall how he sounded. She had garnered enough affection for him to feel warm on recalling the way he called her baby. But something was off about. His speech was slightly slurred. She had a slight idea on why he sounded unusual, but she wasn’t sure of it.

Seungri dropped him at Ranhee's house.
Jiyong was now familiar with her house. He punched in her security code and barged in.
As soon she saw him, Ranhee knew what he had done. He was intoxicated like never before.

It was horrible; everything she had seen in him had vanished, and was replaced by the disgusting side that she witnessed the first time she went to tutor him. 

As he slumped onto her, tightly holding her in his embrace, she inhaled the strong scent of alcohol from him.
"Jiyong! What have you done?" She exclaimed, jerking him off.
He didn't reply. Instead, he went straight for her again, this time holding her tighter than before. He ran his hand across her back, before settling down on her shoulder. He slowly pulled the fabric away with his teeth and stamped it with his wet kiss.

"Jiyong, stop it! What- what are you doing?" Ranhee whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes.
Jiyong pulled away from her before huskily whispering in her ear, " It's not about what I'm doing. It's about what I'm going to do."
He nuzzled her neck, slowly pulling her shirt up.
Ranhee jerked him off, hyperventilating. Her mind was hazy; she didn't know what to do.
Without thinking, she slapped her hand across his cheeks.

He didn’t say anything, but the fire in his eyes encapsulated the anger he felt. He had never been so maddened. He quickly gave back the slap, before yanking her by her hair and throwing her towards the wall.
Ranhee couldn’t see. Her vision went blurry, and her head throbbed like never before. Her forehead was numb.
Jiyong kicked her down as she tried to stand, and slammed into her lips before saying, “Don’t ever do that again.” 

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The following days, neither attended school. And neither met each other. Normally, Ranhee would have gone up to Jiyong and thrashed him before lecturing him. But this time, it was different. Jiyong was the spice in her life now. He had softened here. She was in love with him.

However, one night, she began to imagine Jiyong’s plight. Before, she was of utmost fright that someone would find out about Jiyong’s addictions. She was prepared to do anything for him, should that situation have arisen. She mentally observed herself- she lied to him. She wasn’t there for him at the most taxing time of his life. She was lying at home, garnering fear and hate.

She changed her mind. She was going to see him.

She was certainly afraid that he would still be the psycho he was that day, but she knew he needed her help. 
She gingerly walked up to his dorm, which was swarming with media personnel, and then proceeded to the back door entrance to get in without them knowing.
Her heart raced as she rung the doorbell. She was almost grateful that it was Daesung who answered, and not Jiyong.
"Ranhee-ssi, I'm so happy you've come. Please forgive him for what he did that day. He really needs you," he said, looking down. 
All the members were clearly depressed. The atmosphere of the whole place was cold and stagnant. Everyone wanted to know what would happen next. Everyone cared for him.
He led her towards his room, which was locked. He knocked at the door before quietly telling him that someone had come to see him.
The door opened, but no one was to be seen.
Jiyong walked backwards along with the door, so that no one could see him. He then said," Come in."
As soon as she shuffled into the room, he shut the door.


An uncomfortable silence followed, before Ranhee spoke up.
"Jiyong, I- I can't believe it. Why did you do that?
No reply. She looked at him with the corner of her eye and saw his hands running through his hair. He seemed to be crying.
" Yah, don't just cry now. You can make everything dramatic and get away with it," she said, a tad angry. He wasn't supposed to cry in situations like this- he had to fix them!

"I’m so disappointed in you, in every aspect. I saw so much in you, and you just let me down. Why are you so easy to break? You're like a baby, Jiyong. I don't even know why I invested my time in you," Ranhee began, tears rolling down her warm cheeks.

She looked up to watch Jiyong roll his head back. He was showing ignorance, indifference. But at the same time, he cried relentlessly.

"Jiyong, LISTEN TO ME!" she exclaimed, raising her voice. "Why are you just ignoring me?"

"Because I fucking hate it, Ranhee! I hate scoldings, and I feel like killing myself when I get criticism. YET, I CAN'T SEEM TO ESCAPE IT! Do- do you know how many fucking times I've heard people telling me that they're 'disappointed in me'? As much as I like to have fun, I don't just slack off and bathe myself in crack! I'm tired of this. All they can do is reprimand me; can't they just support me for once? Even my music is looked down upon. I can't take it."

Ranhee was startled with Jiyong's sudden outburst. He was keeping all this bottled up for so long. And what pained her the most was that he was angry at her as well. She winced as he imitated her.

She looked up. His face was covered in snot from crying so much.

"Jiyong, can you stop crying? You can't cry in situations like this," she said, trying to keep her rigid stance. His rant was tugging her from all ends, trying to soften her.
But she saw that he sincerely was crying, as he looked up at her, just like when she first asked him about being his tutor. A genuine look of misery and sorrow was plastered across his face.

"Even you don't like me anymore." he whispered.

"No! Jiyong, it's the complete opposite!"

No response.

"Jiyong, I- I love you. I meant to tell you that a long time ago."

He looked up, slightly interested.

"I've known that all along. I'm just scared."

Ranhee gave up on her incompliancy and sat down next to him, gently placing her palms on his shoulders.

She looked into his eyes. His life was hard, and she chose to help him. She could understand his problems, and it was upto her to fix them.

She realized the true definition for 'idol' that day.
They too, had the desire to live life to the fullest. But they also had a conscious responsibility towards their vocation, their fans. They had any number of misgivings as anyone else. But it didn't deter them from trying to meet with the public's standards. Everyone wants to enjoy life. But these idols, they can't.

"I'll get you out of this," she promised.

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Despite her promise, all Ranhee could do was comfort Jiyong as he got embroiled into the contoversy. She did whatever was in her hands, and stood by him day by day.

And although Jiyong remained depressed for those few days, he couldn't help but appreciate her efforts. She was beautiful, not only physically, but in every way.

Eventually, Jiyong was cleared of his allegations, and continued on with his idol life.
Ranhee came to accept that his addictions were not going to stop by themselves. She worked hard to help him, and the fuit of her labour showed up when Jiyong threw all his cigarettes away. He slowly got rid of his addictions.

Ranhee made sure he didn't fall under his career. Every weekend, he dropped his work and went out with her. It didn't matter where they went- it was just for relaxation and comfort.

But one day, Ranhee was held doubtful when Jiyong randomly said, " Baby, I can't take it."

"Yah, Jiyong, you're so dramatic all the time. What's wrong? Spit it out," she replied, casually. But deep down, a little fear she garnered erupted. Did he get caught doing something? If so, why was he even doing it? Didn't he stop?

"I'm just- I'm into th- I've developed a new "addiction"," he said, trying to word it correctly.

Before Ranhee could speak, he continued.

"In fact, I was addicted to it long ago- like before the, uh, incident. And it's sort of affecting my career, but I think its just because I'm hiding it. I have to let it out. The fans probably won't like it, but, I just love it. It's my sunshine, its my music. It's that important."

"The fans won't like it? What about me? How can you refer to it as your sunshine? I don't like this- it's not good for us, and it certainly isn't good for you. And its probably not good to break it to the fans. What is this?" she said, furrowing her eyebrows. She was showing a brave, almost nonchalant expression, but deep down, the same fear ignited once again. She couldn't work with his addictions again- not when they were in a full fledged relationship, at least. She was scared for him, and it would not help if they cut off ties because of it.

"So you don't like yourself?"

"What?"

Jiyong crept up towards her, inches from her lips. He smiled brightly, reminiscent of when she saw him in the library. It was fatal, his smile. Fatal.

"Yah, Ranhee. You're my addiction. And I want to show you off to the fans."

Ranhee blew a huge puff of air, letting relief engulf her.

"God, you scared me."

Jiyong looked longingly at her. He wasn't sure if she was ready to face the public yet.

Ranhee answered with a deep kiss.

Being his new addiction was pretty OK. As long as she was the final one. Both her and her idol had to live life to the fullest, right?

And she was.

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2

That night, Ranhee promptly texted Jiyong to meet her at the library the following afternoon.
The next day, she walked in the library, her eyes trained on the occupied seats, looking for Jiyong.
As she glanced towards the right, her eyes caught him waving heartily at her. She turned to see Jiyong happily greeting her, and telling her to hurry up.
It was completely different from the day before. This time, he had a genuine smile on. His eyes sparkled in the dim lighting, courtesy the seat he chose. She also noticed the stack of books he had taken the effort to acquire.
She figured that he didn’t indulge in alcohol or drugs willingly, or at least promote it. He also had a sense of dignity. But due to vocational constraints, he resorted to such habits for relaxation. It was painful to see what Jiyong could be. He was a lovely person, without his addictions.
Before she sat down, he started to talk.
“Look, Ranhee, I’m really sorry about yesterday. I was drunk, and I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m really grateful to you; you still want to tutor me. You have to help me. OK?”
She didn’t know what to say. She had come prepared with a full fledged lecture on why he should get rid of his habits, but it was clear that he tried to. What would she get by lecturing him about something he already knew?
She sat down and vaguely started,” Yeah, it’s OK. I guess you should keep it under control, though…”
She waited for him to retort back. Both descended into a deep silence. She wasn’t sure on how to continue; she felt both sorry and slightly comfortable.
After a few minutes, Jiyong spoke up.
“Can you do something for me?”
Ranhee slowly nodded. On her mind, she said no. It was not in his place to ask for favours when he had to correct himself. Ranhee believed that self-correction was of utmost importance, and was best done alone. Only that brought out the true vigour of the person’s spirit.
“OK, I need you to come with me to the orphanage.”
Ranhee looked up at him. What did he have to do with the orphanage? Was he going to teach the poor children there to drink as well?
He stood up and yanked Ranhee up as well. He then proceeded to pull her outside the library, and without leaving her hand, walked to the orphanage, a block away.
“I’ll explain when we get there,” he said, excitedly.
When they finally arrived, she noticed the number of children outside to greet him.
All of them looked immensely happy to see him; they hugged him by the dozen, before he could even enter.
“Everyone, this is my friend, Ranhee! Say hi!” He shouted after they pulled him inside.
Ranhee curtly bowed, as all the children, including their caretaker, excitedly greeted her.
Ranhee thought it would take an hour at most, but Jiyong did not want to get up from there.
He tended to each child, giving special attention to the infants.
” I’m an orphan, you know,” he said, as he fondled a baby. “Not many people know that about me. I may seem like a spoiled brat, but I have my reasons. All idols do.”
Ranhee was astonished. She was sure none of the fans knew about him being an orphan. Her heart sunk deeper as he made sure each baby found his embrace. There was such a distinct side to him that no one knew about.
After leaving the orphanage, Jiyong took her to his dorm and forced her to tutor him. He was a great student- though he was a bit slow to understand, he was quick to implement whatever he learnt. He was patient when she taught, and yearned for acknowledgement of his understanding.
After the tutorial session, he took her out for snacks. Each time it was something different. Ranhee was suspicious as to whether he was just doing this to make up for the day before, but the same continued the next day and the many after that. It became a routine to visit the orphanage, then have tutorials, then go out to eat.
She came to know of so much about him. Everything he did with his conscience was the complete opposite of what he did without it. If someone met him when he was not intoxicated, they would have never guessed about his darker side.
Each night, as she laid down to sleep, she would go over everything she learnt that day. But after being with Jiyong, only he flooded her thoughts. He taught her so much.
She realised that it was hard to work as a musician. There was so much responsibility and pressure they had to cope with. Therefore, using alcohol and drugs did not seem detrimental. It made him feel better, and helped him relax. It was his gateway to a world without any concerns.
No one had ever looked at this side of the picture. It stopped with being an idol. The public, which included Ranhee, never cared about an idol outside of his vocation.
She could see that it was difficult for him to give it up. Each time they met, they would happily be talking, or laughing about one thing or the other. But in the middle, he never failed to pull out a cigarette. It was a tough habit.
His addictions made up his evil alter ego. She had destroy it, how much ever it helped him relax. Jiyong deserved a better life- not a dark and intoxicated one.

Meeting up with Ranhee brought new shades of sunlight in Joyong’s life as well. He became closer and closer to her, through which he came to know of a number of things about her. He reveled  in the simpler aspects of her: she loved deokbokki but hated how her mother made it. She was, herself, a huge fan of Big Bang and turned to their music for comfort. He began to feel happier about agreeing to study with her, because she was like the small ray of light in his dark life. Behind his sober figure, lied depression, insomnia, pressure, and the constant need to light a cigarette and gulp down a full bottle of vodka. Ranhee was slowly diminishing each of those feature, one by one. He couldn’t help but admire her. Like Ranhee, his thoughts only concerned her.

Ranhee and Jiyong were make increased progress in coping with his addictions, until one day.
On Halloween, everything went out of hand.
His company had organised a party, along with a few lucky fans. Jiyong happily indulged in all the drinks and a number of the fans offered him an array of drugs, which he willingly accepted.
He had agreed to meet Ranhee after the party. She had stayed at him for his sake, while her parents had gone out for their own party.
Jiyong had to struggle to stand up. He had gone out of bounds. Seungri dropped him at Ranhee’s house.
Jiyong was now familiar with her house. He punched in her security code and barged in.
As soon she saw him, Ranhee knew what he had done. It was horrible; everything she had seen in him had vanished, and was replaced by the disgusting side that she witnessed the first time she went to tutor him.
As he slumped onto her, tightly holding her in his embrace, she inhaled the string scent of alcohol from him.
“Jiyong! What have you done!” She exclaimed, jerking him off.
He didn’t reply. Instead, he went straight for her again, this time holding her tighter than before. His fan his hand across her back, before settling down on her shoulder. He slowly pulled the fabric away with his teeth and stamped it with his wet kiss.
“Jiyong, stop it! What- what are you doing?” Ranhee whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes.
Jiyong pulled away from her before huskily whispering in her ear, ” It’s not about what I’m doing. It’s about what I’m going to do.”
He nuzzled her neck, slowly pulling her shirt up.
Ranhee jerked him off, hyperventilating.
Her mind was hazy; she didn’t know what to do.
Without thinking, she slapped her hand across his cheeks.
He didn’t say anything, but the fire in his eyes encapsulated the anger he felt. He had never been so maddened. He quickly gave back the slap, before yanking her by her hair and  throwing her towards the wall.
Ranhee couldn’t see. Her vision went blurry, and her head throbbed like never before. Her forehead was numb.
Jiyong kicked her down as she tried to stand, and slammed into her lips before saying, ” Don’t ever do that again.”
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The following days, neither attended school. And neither met each other. Normally, Ranhee would have gone up to Jiyng and thrashed him before lecturing him. But this time, it was different. Jiyong was the spice in her life now. He had softened here. She was in love with him.

It was only when Jiyong was sent for questioning for alleged possession of marijuana did she gather enough courage to see him. She was certainly afraid that he would still be the psycho he was that day, but she knew he needed her help.
She gingerly walked up to his dorm, which was swarming with media personnel, and then proceeded to the back door entrance to get in without many people knowing.
Her heart raced as she rung the doorbell. She was almost grateful that it was Daesung who answered, and not Jiyong.
“Ranhee-ssi, I’m so happy you’ve come. Please forgive him for what he did that day. He really needs you,” he said, looking down.
All the members were clearly depressed. The atmosphere of the whole place was cold and stagnant. Everyone wanted to know what would happen next. Everyone cared for him.
He led her towards his room, which was locked. He knocked at the door before quietly telling him that someone had come to see him.
The door opened, but no one was to be seen.
Jiyong walked backwards along with the door, so that no one could see him. He then said,”Come in.”
As soon as she shuffled into the room, he shut the door.
An uncomfortable silence followed, before Ranhee spoke up.
“Jiyong, I- I can’t believe it. Why did you do that? What are your fans going to think?”
No reply. She looked at him with the corner of her eye and saw his hands running through his hair. He seemed to be crying.
” Yah, don’t just cry now. You can make everything dramatic and get away with it,” she said, a tad angry. He wasn’t supposed to cry in situations like this- he had to fix them!
But she saw that he sincerely was crying, as he looked up at her, just like when she first asked him about being his tutor. A genuine look of miserableness and sorrow was plastered across his face.
“Jiyong, don’t- why- why are you crying?” She asked, carefully sitting beside him.
” I fucked up everything! My career, my life, and you. I’m just a dumb, useless piece of shit! I don’t deserve anything. I hate myself,” he shouted, startling Ranhee.
Tears flooded her eyes, as she turned his face towards her.
At that moment, anything she thought she knew about Jiyong, or idols in general, vanished.
They too, had the desire to live life to the fullest. But they also had a conscious responsibility towards their vocation, their fans. They had any number of misgivings as anyone else. But it didn’t deter them from trying to meet with the public’s standards. Everyone wants to enjoy life. But these idols, they can’t.

“I’ll get you out of this,” she promised. And she fulfilled it.
After contemplating on everything she ever learnt from Jiyong, she came to accept that his addictions were not going to stop by themselves. When he was cleared of his allegations, Ranhee made sure she was by his side everyday. Slowly, he gave up on every addiction. But he developed one new one.
Ranhee.
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After they started dating, Ranhee made sure their relationship was made public. Of course, she forgave him for the Halloween incident, and both made sure to cast that memory  away. She wanted anything that would cause stress to Jiyong to get out of the way. Every weekend, he dropped his work and went out with Ranhee. She made sure he had fun, and that he didn’t fall under his career. After all, idols have to live their life to the fullest as well.

~End

The story was really… vague, wasn’t it? I’m not sure if the ending is proper but I hope you guys like it! Thanks for all your support, especially the new subscribers!!
I wrote this on the iPad, so there might be a few spaces here and there. Please forgive me!

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She had never made a decision she was not comfortable with. Ranhee made sure that she was up for any challenge, but in case anything came in the way, she was always one to stop. She didn’t mean to cause anyone hurt- in that way, anyone could see that she was made of nothing but sugar and spice. She never held any grudges, and she always tried to be amicable with everyone. No one ever appproached her to avenge anything, as they had no chance to.

But the fact that she was made of all spices was very evident when she herself lost her temper. This, gratefully, seldom happened, and it certainly did not happen at her school. For Ranhee, spice stood for courage, bravery and total faith in oneself. Ranhee always stood up for herself, and her goals. If anything or anyone tried to deter her, she would step out of the line to render it void.

Which was why, Ranhee never made a decision against her will.

Of many of those decisions, one altered her life.

Kwon Ji Yong. Popularly known as G-Dragon.

It was a feat many idols could not manage to pull off- attend school. Jiyong had taken the initiative to continue his schooling whenever time permitted. Unfotunately, it didn’t really work out. Jiyong saw his school once a month, not more, not less. Going to school turned out to be for show alone. It was not like he had made any progress with his education; it was almost as if he went every month on due to cultural obligations.

As expected, this did cause an unecessary furore in the digital and print media. Just because Jiyong had enrolled in a school, but rarely ever attended it, his critcs began to condemn his actions, stating that he was wasting his time and preventing the less fortunate from obtaining admission. On the pretext of the number of days he went to school, people began to send him as much as death threats. It was too overwhelming.

So Jiyong’s schedule was relaxed, and the filming of petty commercial films like tasting cake, or dancing with a mug of coffee was replaced by attending school.

So on the 21st of October, Jiyong began his complete school schedule.

That day, Ranhee woke up with an unusual sense of excitement. She, did know that he was going to attend school in full vigour for a while, and she knew that she was to make the best of it. She had a great idea. She swayed into her bathroom after gazing at the number of posters on her walls, predominant of which was her G-Dragon poster.

She loved him. She could not contain her excitement when she saw him walk into class a few months ago. Her favorite idol was in her class! She could not believe her luck. But like any normal fan, she avoided his gaze- in fact, she made sure that he never took notice of her, and always lovingly beamed at his antics from a distance. She loved his sparkling eyes, and his perfectly shpaed mouth. She admired his long slender fingers, and his load of talents. Everything about him was perfect. She couldn’t help but think of him by her side, a euphoria where she could allow him to acknowledge her presence, a place where she could cherish all his qualities, all his features.

And so, as she observed things as negligible as his face contours and the symmetry of his body from a distance. She was too scared to approach him.

Throught this process, she came to know of a lot of things about him. Something that really bothered her was Jiyong’s prowess in studying, or lack, thereof. He was obviously not the best in terms of grades, since he rarely attended school, but she did notice, from her incessant spying, that her truly struggled with schoolwork.

Therefore, she asked her teacher whether she could tutor him. She couldn’t have been more conspicuous in her excitement, so her teacher chuckled gently, and replied that she was free to tutor him, but she had better take advice from someone who had already taught him before.

This was the biggest decision she had ever taken in her life.

She later met up with one of her classmates, Kang Soo Min, who had been Jiyong’s study partner for a week the year before.

Soomin was surprised that Ranhee had taken up such a challenge.

“I don’t think you would last a day!” She said, biting off part of her sandwich. “He’s too much trouble for your personality. You’ll opt out as soon as you meet him.”

Just before Ranhee could reply, Soomin added one last thing.

“However, you might stay as well. Depends on what kind of person you are. You’ll have fun most of the time, but you won’t make progress in schoolwork. You know what I mean?” She said, wiggling her eyebrows. “I know I had fun. But, like I said, I don’t think you’ll enjoy it. But it’s up to you! Fighting!”

Soomin walked off without letting Ranhee pronounce her verdict in the decision. It was only because her teacher told her to ask Soomin did she go and question her. Ranhee didn’t care about what Soomin said- that was what spice was in Ranhee’s personality. She never backed out, no matter what anyone said. Unless she was hurting someone, Ranhee perservered and made sure she fulfilled everything she decided to do.

So she neglected Soomin’s opinions and headed towards Jiyong, who was sitting inside of their class to garner the least attention.

“Um, hi, Jiyong-ssi, I-”

“Are you here for my autograph? Or a picture?”

Ranhee stared at him for a good few minutes. He spat that out without the slightest bit of knowledge on what she was going to say. Although she could see why he would do that, she felt a bit let down that he would consider her as any other fan. Like all fangirls, she expected him to consider her special. Ranhee’s stomach just flipped, and her cheeks burned. The fact that he may not even want her to tutor him suddenly dawned upon her.

Mustering up as much courage she had in her, she sat down in the desk in front of him and replied negatively.

He looked up at her, his eyebrows raised.

“I just noticed that you always finished the math problems after they were discussed and I thought you could use some help so I asked the teacher if I could tutor you and she said yes but I still have to ask you so I came here to ask you if I could tutor you,” she muttered in one breath, staring intently at the ground.

Jiyong put down his chopsticks. “Could you repeat that?”

Ranhee stared at him for the second time. She looped the sight of him widening his eyes and looking at her as his mouth quickly moved to ask her to repeat in her mind. Slowly, she snapped out of it.

“I just noticed that you were a little- slow- during class, so I wanted to ask if you would like me to tutor you. I already asked the teacher, so you don’t have to worry about that,” she said, in a more refined manner, this time looking at him.

“You’re Cho Ranhee, right? Yeah, OK, I guess you could come over tomorrow,” he replied, directing himslef back to his lunch.

“M-m-me come ov-over?” she stuttered. She had been invited to G-Dragon’s dorm. Which meant she had been invited to Big Bang’s dorm.

“Yeah, the members won’t mind.”

He packed his lunch and stood up to put it back in his bag.

“See you tomorrow evening, Cho Ranhee.”

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Ranhee steadily walked towards Big Bang’s dorm, making sure her shirt and pants were straight.

She walked in after informing the security of her purpose, took the elevator to the fifth floor.

Jiyong had texted her his address the night before, causing her to roll around without sleep all night. She was in posession of not only THE G-Dragon’s phone number, but his address as well. Any other fan would have paid worlds for her fortune.

She was welcomed in by Jiyong and the rest of the members of Big Bang stated their greeting before heading back into their own rooms. She heard Seungri whisper to Daesung about wishing she wouldn’t moan like the previous tutor.

Whatever that meant.

Jiyong stood outside his room and extended his arm to the side, motioning her to go in. She looked at his face to see a wide smile.

But it didn’t look very genuine. It looked more like a whimsical, intoxicated one. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something certainly was wrong with him. She recalled his voice when he greeted her as well. It was shaky, and that too, had a sense of fake and poisoned happiness.

She set her supplies on a table Jiyong had dragged to the middle of the room, and sat down.

“Let’s fuck.”

Ranhee’s head began to throb. She was entirely taken aback. Everything seemed to fall into place now. The ‘fun’ Soomin was talking about, and what Seungri and Daesung were discussing- it was having sex with Jiyong. All his previous tutors were seduced into making love with him. And Jiyong’s strange behaviour? He was drunk and high on drugs.

“Jiyong-ssi- how- how high are you? I don’t want to-”

“Call me oppa.”

Ranhee began to cry. She quickly scooped her supplies off the table and ran outside, shielding her face from anyone who had the chance to see her.

She darted towards her own house, a street away from the dorm, and locked herself up in her room.

She weeped harder than ever.

Now, Ranhee was never one to cry. Along with her strong views on life and living, she had a lot of courage, and a strong build, emotionally. Instead of crying, Ranhee always made it a point to correct anyting that made her depressed. She never gave up on anything.

But this made her cry uncontrollably. She could not grasp the fact that her idol, the man she admired was, simply put, a douche.

This made he realize that though these idols were protrayed to be perfect, innocent, prodigies, they too had their misgivings. In Jiyong’s case it was too much to bear. She now could imagine him splurging on alcohol, drugs, and women. She could see his dirtier, darker side. Everything about Jiyong that she liked vanished, and was replaced by the cold thoughts of him abusing both women and substance.

But like described before, Ranhee was never one to give up. Whatever decision she took, it was upto her to make things right if something went wrong. Ranhee enjoyed an adventurous and meaningful life, and she was not going to fall out from tutoring Jiyong just because he was high one day.

She decided to bring him out of his intoxicated shell, and make sure he lived his idol life as a good inspiration for all.

Addictions

Characters

Kwon Ji Yong, Cho Ran Hee (OC)

Description

G-Dragon.

Everyone knew him. But no one could look beyond his fame.

Except for Cho Ran Hee.

 

Foreword

Entry for Sky is the Limit writing contest for judge Nara

Link: http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/264824/the-sky-is-the-limit-writing-contest-round-5-open-bigbang-infinite-shinee-snsd-writingcontest-exo-bap

Aigoo, I’m so scared! You guys have to pray for me! Wish me all the best!

DSICLAIMER: I DON’T OWN G-DRAGON, BIG BANG, OR ANYTHING/ANYONE UNDER YG ENTERTAINMENT. STORY AND OC ARE UNDER MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY.

I ALSO WOULD LIKE TO MAKE IT CLEAR THAT I DON’T ACTUALLY BELIEVE IN ANYTHING THAT THIS STORY DEPICTS, ESPECIALLY IN THE CASE OF G-DRAGON. I HOPE THIS DOESN’T ALTER YOUR VIEWS ON THAT SEKSHI BEASTU.

Do You Still Dislike Pickles?

His personality was like the best coffee one could taste. It was of the right balance- not too sweet; he was capable of acting tough and serious in the appropriate situations- and not too bitter either; when it came to casual hang outs or taking me to the coffee shop, he was always loving and cute. He was perfect.

His curiosity was like a Cortado- very open and straightforward, but with a touch of angelic innocence, a topping of cream.

His conscientiousness was like a Macchiato- always with a strong base, filled with different levels. It was a maze, but he utilised it well.

At the same time, he was very extroverted. His ability to socialise and draw energy from any atmosphere was never inconspicuous. It was like a perfectly brewed Pharisaer. Everyone loved him.

His embrace was like a hot cappuccino on a cold, wintery day.

His scent gave off rich aromas of spiced coffee, matching his personality, which was made of a dramatic, adventurous, but humble and gentle spirit.

The feel of his lips had an air of Vienna Coffee. He was never one to make a kiss feel uncomfortable, but eventually, as you think of pulling away, he will end with a smart kick, rendering you completely breathless.

Regardless of his warm spirit in kissing, his ability to make love was purely Americano. He could lead you for days, and would never feel like stopping. And it was never slow or gentle, but very erotic and wild.

Bang Yong Guk was the best brew of coffee.

And he was the very same man who took me to the Coffee Shop on our first month anniversary and introduced me to the different coffees.

The Coffee Shop was a sophisticated café that Yong Guk had apparently visited during high school for ‘relief’. It housed a vast menu of coffees alone- exotic names that a normal Korean would have never recognized.

I was never into coffee- I more or less hated milk based beverages, and stuck to fruit juices and the likes. But since I loved him, I thought trying wouldn’t hurt.

And it didn’t. I literally dragged him to the same café everyday to try out a new coffee. Each drink was different, just like him. Each time we met, he showed me different levels of trust, adventure, friendship and most of all, love. Regardless of my newfound love for coffee, I loved going to The Coffee Shop with him. It was a place that made him open up the most. The Coffee Shop seemed to create an energetic rush in him, causing him to happily converse with me, before leading me to my house. Though the cafe had a warm, earthy vibe, Yong Guk interpreted it differently-it was his place to be fun, happy, and most of all, loving.

The Coffee Shop was what made our love blossom, was what made us descend to different emotions together, and what ultimately made it crash as well.

As we graduated from college, which was about two months before, Yong Guk refused to go out as often as we did before. He only seemed interested in dates at the Coffee Shop. Every time I invited him for a hang out or a casual meet, he declined it, unless it was planned in the Coffee Shop. It seemed like he was more in love with the place than with me. I found myself waiting in the Coffee Shop every time we decided to meet. He was never open for after the date either. He would always disappear after we stood up, and kissed, and parted ways. Though very unrealistic, dates, for him, meant cuddling up with The Coffee Shop. I was merely a messenger.

I, of course, figured that infidelity using The Coffee Shop was not something Yong Guk participated in. Though he declined meeting at any other place, he always acted as sweet and loving as ever when we did meet at the café. Like always, we talked, but unusually, je wasn’t as enthusiastic before. we never professed pur secrets, or talked about our problems. It was like he had cloned himself to meet with me, and his real spirit was dead.It was confounding, because he never did tell me why he preferred dating there. We talked for hours together over warm or cold coffee, but whatever the drink, he never talked straightforwardly. He always showered me with praise and never stopped talking sugar. But we never talked like a real couple of four years. It seemed too amateurish, and he didn’t seem to be ready to tell me why it was like that. So, after weeks of consulting my mind, I decided it was time. I could not last in a relationship where a surreal image of happiness was drawn. We had to split.

But of course, I didn’t have the heart. I starkly remember one instance before college graduation, when we had had a small fight and I refused to talk to him. He took me to the café and bought me my favourite coffee, Ethiopian, and sat me down on his lap. He didn’t care that it was an open place where other students thronged to. He sat me down with no reluctance and held me tight, before gently turning my face towards him. His eyes seared through mine, yet he didn’t let me move.

He said, with a deep breath, “I’m so sorry, Kyung Min. I truly am, from the bottom of my heart. I can’t believe I would cause a fight between us, and I can’t believe I lived with myself knowing that I caused you to ignore me. I love you, and I always will. I promise to never cause any trouble. Please, forgive me.”

I looked at him and observed his straight and unwavering emotion. His feelings were so deep and true. At that point, I couldn’t say no.

“I love you,” I whispered after a kiss, to which he replied, “I also have one more request.”

“Please, never say you’ll break up with me. I’m having so much fun with you; my life is never complete with your smile. I don’t think I’ll be able to cope up with losing you. If you ever suspect me of anything, throw those thoughts away. I’ll never cheat on you, and I’ll never stop loving you. Never split up with me. Promise?”

I nodded slowly. At that time, even I couldn’t think of ever needing to break up with him.

This was why actually telling him that our relationship was void was impossible.

But how much ever I reasoned, I still felt a hole. It was the only way to release myself from that endless feeling of being locked up.

Ever since these negative feelings arose in me, I observed that the meetings with Yong Guk became less in quality as well as quantity. We met less by the day, and each time we did, he seemed to have grown weaker than before. His voice slowly grew soft, and his bright complexion went duller and duller. It was like he was disappearing with my love for him. But didn’t that usually happen with hallucinations- where one dreams of the spirit of a loved one, and that which slowly fades away with memory? Obviously, these weren’t hallucinations. I couldn’t have gone mad- there wasn’t enough evidence for that. And it seemed too  sappy  to be true. It was like an old novel, where the heroine notices changes in her life as she breaks away from her prince.

I was clearly acting childish. I had to end this once and for all, even if they did mess with my mind.

For help I texted our long time friend Yoo Youngjae. He stuck with us ever since we were a couple, and he was one person who understood me. If I couldn’t confide in Yong Guk, then he could.

However, when I requested for help, he replied negatively.

His text said:

“Kyung Min! What is wrong with you! How many times do we have to tell you!? Bang Yong Guk is GONE. He has been gone for two months together now. I can’t think of any way to make you remember that except shout at you each time. Stop mentioning him, as if he still exists. You’re just causing us more hurt.”

That was Youngjae’s problem. I don’t know if the two had an altercation, or something of the sort, but he always denied Yong Guk’s existence as a whole. He kept telling me that he was gone, which clearly was wrong because I met Yong Guk at the Coffee Shop almost every day. Something obviously happened between the two of them, but they never mentioned it, if it ever did happen. I was left with no information on their relationship at all. Youngjae’s words never made sense to me.

So I turned to another friend, Daehyun. He was someone I hadn’t contacted in a long time, so starting anew with something negative would obviously render me to expect the same reaction as Youngjae. So instead, I just requested him to come with me to the café. When we got there, I figured I would explain it to him and he would subsequently execute my wishes.

Thankfully, Daehyun replied positively, and I was already set to meet Yong Guk the next day.

At 2:30, the day after, we all met at the café. Interestingly, Yong Guk and Daehyun didn’t exchange greetings. But it wasn’t of concern to me.

I pulled Daehyun to a corner as Yong Guk went in to order coffee, and pleaded with him to help me out with the break up.

Daehyun looked very puzzled, and scared at the same time.

“Kyung Min, what- what are you talking about? Yong Guk- he’s- oh, so this is what Youngjae was talking about. Kyung Min-“he muttered, before vigorously shaking his head and looking at me.

“I’m sorry, but I need to go. I’ll be right back in a few minutes.” He said, without waiting for a reply. I watched as he ran out into the road and stopped at a phone booth.

I went and sat down at a free table, waiting for both of them.

Yong Guk sat down and gave me my cup.

“I got you your favourite. You know, because I lo-”

And that was when the biggest turning point of my life happened.

As he froze, he looked toward the back of me. I could hear someone approaching me, and looked back to face a tall, sturdy looking man, with a uniform on. On his right chest pocket was a golden emblem that read ‘Hongdae Psychiatric Ward’. I turned back to see him slowly fade away, like he was an apparition all the while.

Ever since then, I have been sitting in a hospital ward. But unlike usual hospital wards, this one is dreary and cold. They never check my temperature or give me injections. All they do is talk to me, and I detest these sessions every day, aside from engaging me in useless things like gardening, and sewing. I’ve been admitted in an asylum.They keep telling me the same thing that Youngjae was reinforcing- that Yong Guk is gone. He apparently died two months ago, and I have been claiming to have met with him. Like a psycho.

Was I really hallucinating? No. These sessions haven’t had any effect on me.

I am confident that Yong Guk is alive and kicking. I can still feel his breath, and smell his scent, as if I slept with him yesterday.

 

I now have started planning how to meet with Yong Guk later, after they discharge me. I’m thinking about trying to patch things up, because he never meant to hurt me- I can see that. As I lie on this stone cold bed day- they day he took me to The Coffee Shop. It was glorious, just him and myself.Yong Guk isn’t gone- I’ve been dating him for the past four years. As I lie here, I can’t help but smile. The day they discharge me will be a new lease of life, in both finding my spirit, and finding my love. I can’t wait. I can’t forget the last words he tried to say- I love you. I will set out and regain that feeling of love. The perfect concoction: Park Kyung Min + Bang Yong Guk.

Youngjae’s words have never made sense to me, and they never will.

 


Yaay! First story entry for the Sky is the Limit contest! Please check it out- its really cool.  To be clear, Daehyun and Youngjae admitted her in a mental institution because she was hallucinating about Yong Guk, while he really died two months ago. I’m sorry I’m making everyone die, but you won’t see that it my other feature stories, I promise!!

This story was inspired from the song Coffee Shop, as you would have guessed. It was something I thought they should have done for the video.

Coffee Shop

Characters

Bang Yong Guk, Park Kyung Min (OC)

Description

“Why do I find myself waiting at this coffee shop everyday?”

 

“Youngjae’s words never made sense to me”

                                                                            

 “I love you, and I always will”

 

Foreword

Entry for Sky is the Limit Writing Contest for judge Lisa.

LINK: http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/264824/the-sky-is-the-limit-writing-contest-round-5-open-bigbang-infinite-shinee-snsd-writingcontest-exo-bap

Wish me luck!! ❤

The chapter’s name has nothing to do with the story, except for the fact that its from the Coffee Shop song. It is truly the single line that I love the most from that song, and I am sick of naming one shot chapters ‘One’ or ‘I’, so I used that line. I have no idea why I like the line; to anyone else it would seem very weird. But that’s what goes on in my brain. The beauty of the words ‘do you still dislike pickles’. I know- I’m sad.

DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN BANG YONG GUK, DAEHYUN, YOUNGJAE, OR ANYONE ELSE IN BAP OR TS ENTERTAINMENT. OC AND STORY LINE ARE UNDER MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY.

CHAPTER 3

Aigoo, I had so many people looking over to see what I was writing while doing this! Sorry for it being late!!

“Annyeong Haseyo, Jinki-ssi,” Minhee said, after greeting his parents.

For a few moments, both of them stared blankly into each other’s eyes, until his parents nudged him.

“Ne, annyeong haseyo, “Jinki said.

He felt like he was going through puberty all over again. Not only did his voice awkwardly go to a higher pitch, but Minhee was much more beautiful in reality that in his dreams; he felt like a pimple-ridden, sweat covered teenager standing next to her. He could never match her appearance.

Minhee’s family was welcomed and made to sit. After hours of talking, Jinki got permission to talk with Minhee in private.

When Jinki asked for a one-on-one, Minhee could not help but blush. Uncontrollably.

As he led her to his room, she couldn’t but notice his perfect physique and facial features.

His face was strategically built: his eyes were shining at all times (just how she liked them), his cheeks were full, but didn’t puff out (just how she liked them), his nose was a perfect, soft, triangle, making his side profile amazing (just how she liked it), and his lips were of the right size and shade of pink. She would never match his appearance.

And when he smiled, asking her to sit down, her stomach churned. He was so cute.

“Uh, so, do you like me?” he asked, looking down.

Mentally, he slapped himself a few times. How can you just ask that, dude? Play it cool, he thought to himself.

To Jinki’s surprise, Minhee slowly nodded. He was unable to control his smile.

“But, do you really want to get married?” he blurted. Jinki was in a mess. He wasn’t able to create small chat, but he knew getting to the point would be unimpressive, he could not control the pitch of his voice, and his smile was totally out of the context.

Minhee went cold. Does he not like me then?, she thought?

She looked at him, as if to ask if he was serious. She could see that he wasn’t playing. So she replied, “Look. I don’t want to get married. Or, I didn’t. But my family is everything. I have to oblige to whatever they say. Moreover, I’m not in a relationship with anyone. So I don’t mind marrying you, or anyone else.”

And right when she finished, they heard Jinki’s mom calling for them from downstairs.

“Minhee, your parents are leaving! Or do you want five more minutes?” she shouted, leaving both Jinki and Minhee in embarrassment; his mom sounded like they were on a play date or something.

“A-Anieyo, we’re coming!” the both shouted back, and ran down the stairs.

Once they reached the hall, Jinki’s mom outstretched her hand to Minhee and smiled warmly.

“I hope you’re happy, Minhee. We’ll treat you well.”

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“Yah, you’re still going on the date?”

Jinki’s mom looked at him styling his hair in the mirror, with utmost distaste.

After Jinki came to know that he was to get married to Minhee, he bombarded his mom with a slew of pleas, all while whining like a toddler.

“Eomma, I don’t want to do it,” he said, hoisting himself onto the kitchen counter as his mom cooked dinner.

“Jinki,” she said, dropping her work and turning around. “If you want to, go and find a date or something. See if you like her. If you don’t, then you will marry Minhee.”

“Jinjja? You’re really allowing me to do that?” he asked, jumping up, getting ready to call his friend, Jonghyun.

“Yes. But it has to be tomorrow. You can’t go after; you can’t go before.”

“Eo, ne, ne. Kamsahabnida!” he exclaimed, before running off to his room to call Jonghyun.

“Yah, bbo-bbo!” she shouted after him, to which Jinki made a gruesome kissing noise.

On the phone, Jonghyun disgustedly asked, ” What was that sound?”

“Nothing, nothing. OK, Jongyeon, I have something important for you to do,” he said, eager to get to the point.

“Why should I help you? You’re always calling me Jongyeon. And you never accept the dates I set up for you,” he said, lazily.

“That’s exactly what I need. Set me up for a date.” he replied excitedly.

“Really? For when?,” he asked, happily.

“For tomorrow evening. She has to look good, OK?”

“Col! I already have this girl; I’ll talk to her and set you two up. Yah, I’m so happy you’ve found you’re mind!” Jonghyun replied.

“Yah, Jongyeonah. One more favour. Call me hyung,” Jinki added, bouncing onto his bed.

“Then stop calling me Jongyeon.”

“Never!”

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“We’re still on the deal, right?” he replied. “Only if I don’t like her can you make me marry Minhee.”

Jinki picked up his wallet and emptied out all the money. He then stuffed them into his pocket and threw the wallet onto his desk.

“I don’t know. Have a good time,” she said, following him to the front door.

“Bye!” he said before she closed the door, flashing his wealthy smile.

He walked through the streets, filled with slush from the snow that hundreds of dates walked on, as he made his way to the restaurant.

“Lee Song Byul,” he mumbled, before he consulted the receptionist.

He sat down after being shown to the table Jonghyun reserved them, and once again mumbled his date’s name.

“Lee Song Byul.”

“Oh, you’re Lee Jinki?” asked a fairly husky voice next to him.

He looked up to see a fairly tall, curvaceous woman, looking down at him, smirking.

“Ah, yes. You’re Lee Song Byul?” he replied, standing up.

She pushed him back down and sauntered over to her chair before answering, “You can call me whatever you want.”

“M- Mwoh?”

“I said, you can call me whatever you want,” she repeated, slowly, adding in a wink.

Jinki looked away. Is this how all dates are? he thought.

“Um, ne. Do you want to order anything?” he asked, motioning for the waiter.

“I’ll have whatever you have.”

“Ne,” he said again, and looked to the waiter. “I -gwon pizza?”

The waiter noted it down and walked off, leaving Jinki in an awkward situation with his date. He could feel her staring at him the whole time, throughout which they didn’t talk. He just kept staring at the floor. Yah, Jongyeon. Gu imma! What kind of date did you set me up for?

Suddenly he felt a large hand settle over his shoulder. He was pretty sure it wasn’t Song Byul’s.

He looked up to see a burly man, looking blankly at him. Or he thought so, until the man punched him.

“Yah, who are you?” he exclaimed, catching the rest of the restaurant’s attention.

“Who are you? And what are you doing with her?” the man replied, lifting him with the front of his shirt.

He pushed Jinki outside, constantly hitting him.

He could faintly hear song Byul’s fake shouts, telling her current boyfriend to stop hitting Jinki. She was two timing the man, who he came to know as Hyuk Jin through her shouts.

He pulled Jinki into a dingy alleyway, where he attacked him even more.

Jinki could feel his breathing becoming crooked. He stopped trying to defend himself; he couldn’t even tell him to go away.

Jinki never realised when the other two left, leaving him in critical condition in the middle of the night.

He dozed, because that was the only thing his body could do.

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Minhee’s head kept replaying Jinki’s words.

“Do you really want to get married?”

Each time she thought of it, he stomach rolled over.

“Did you like him?” she heard her parents ask, as they settled into the sofa near her.

She saw her brother look down at her as well, waiting for an answer.

“I hate it,” whispered, standing up. The novel wasn’t on her mind.

“Mwoh?” her family replied, standing as well.

“I hate it, OK? He doesn’t like me. It’s not going to work out!”

“No matter what, you have to follow family tradition. All of our family members have done this! Why do you find it so hard to oblige? And why didn’t you tell us this before, when we informed you of it?”

“OK, firstly, even if I did tell you, you would have forced me into getting married anyways.”

“Then why bother to object now?”

Minhee found that point logical. She knew she had no way out. Why was she protesting? She even told Jinki that she had to follow the tradition. Indifferently, she went on with her defiance.

“Secondly, you said that every member does this. Then why doesn’t oppa? Isn’t he family as well?”

“Its because I’m adopted, Choi Minhee! No, I’m not part of the family. But you are, so stop making a fuss now and sit down! What did I teach you? You have to respect our family. They gave me so much. As my dongsaeng, I expect you to give it back along with me!”

Minhee was taken aback. She comprehended nothing after, “It’s because I’m adopted.”

Shading her face from her family’s view, she violently opened the front door and ran. She didn’t know where she was going to go to; she just ran.

After a few minutes, with her tears dried up and her mind calmed down, she encountered a dark alleyway.

Curious, she walked inside to find a crippled body.

She anxiously ran towards the person.

“I’ve seen you,” she mumbled, turning the person’s head.

Triangular nose…

“Lee Jinki!” she exclaimed, her heart stopping.

His breathing was severely irregular. His body was covered in bruises.

She had to help him fast.

Aigoo!! I wrote this even when I had so much homework to do! You better like it! (jk :P) ~<3

Neodo Nareul Saranghae? (Do you love me too?)

poster_from_postermywallNeodo Saranghae? (Oneshot)

Characters:

Kang Seung Yoon

Song Hye Ri

Description:

A one shot based on the song ‘Doduk’.

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“Uwaah, look here Yoonie!” Hye Ri said. (Resemblance towards Ravi?)

Hye Ri and Seung Yoon were in Peru for a school excursion.

Hye Ri was always one to wander off. She was never for following the class and staying behind the teacher’s back. she was adventurous, and she was willing to break the rules.

One thing about her personality in accordance with her joyous, free spirit was her affection for her best friend Kang Seung Yoon. She would take him wherever she went. Little did he know that this was all she could think of for happiness- spending time with Yoonie.

Seung yoon, however, wasn’t against her forcedly making him tag along with her. He felt like ascending to heaven whenever she met his hands. He felt his heart stop when she giggled. And he felt himself melt when she finally reached the peak of her little adventure and laughed her heart out as she accomplished her desire.

He was sure that her smile was different- it had a diverse effect on him. The way she pulled him energetically and purposely stayed away from ordinance made him feel warm and fulfilled; like a feast of bulgogi and his mom’s naengmyeon (do Koreans eat that together? I don’t know, it seems to be a nice combination).

He fell in love with her when she first stood in front of him in 10th grade. She had no one else to take along with her, so gripped an oblivious Seung Yoon’s hand ran off to the end of the beach. There, she waded deep into the water, encouraging Seungyoon to join her. when they were finally caught by their teacher, he knew she made him feel like there were no worries in the world.

They met here and there everyday after that, when Seung Yoon secretly wanted to spend the whole day with her and learn more about her. Finally, they landed in the same class in the second term of 10th grade, and their friendship blossomed. He was happy as hell.

Slowly, Seung Yoon found out what made him feel happy after coming back from school. He found out why going for his training at YG was worthwhile. She kept his voice alive when he felt like quitting. She made him continue.

But he kept it covered. He felt cheesy inside whenever he wanted to confess; and at the same time, there was the looming fear that she would not accept him. He knew that the problem of being best friends and a secret admirer was that she may ditch in both ways if you confess. Although he was yearning for her love in return, he didn’t want to lose his friend.

When they broke off from the crowd that was observing the lower grounds filled with llamas, and when she finally reached a higher cliff, and when she let out a joy of excitement. Seungyoon didn’t notice any of these except for when she shouted “KANG SEUNG YOONIE! WHY AREN’T YOU TALKING?”

He had ignored these things because he was busy observing her face filled with child-like joy. She was in oblivion and so was he. He looked at the way her eyes widened while her cheeks flattened. Then they rose up and connected with the then crescent shaped eyes as she laughed. All in slow motion. It was Seung Yoon’s movie.

He came back into reality when she shouted his name.

“Mwoyah? Uh- Er- Sh- Should we even be here?” he said, trying to compromise into the situation.

“Hey, you’ve questioned stuff like this. What’s gotten into you?” she said, knocking his head playfully.

Seung Yoon’s stomach turned into a knot. He knew what got into him. Hye Ri’s love.

“Aah, molla, Hye Ri,” he said, rubbing the back of his head while fighting back tears that threatened to fall. Would he never confess? This was their last year at school. Would he have to keep three years of love concealed within himself for the rest of his life?

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Hmm,” she thought, looking up into the sky. Aah, kyeopta! Seung Yoon thought as he smiled.

“Why don’t you shout into the sky. It’ll echo, right?” she said, excited.

“Why should I? You go first,” he replied.

This continued with a series of Nos and wae iren?s, until Hye Ri caught Seung Yoon by the shoulder and shook him gently. Her hands remained fixed as she turned him around to face the open sky.

Seung Yoon gulped, realizing that Hye Ri was not going to let him go. He opened his mouth wide and what he said was something that surprised both of them.

SONG HYERI ah! ILOVE YOU! I’VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU, BUT SCARED TO TELL YOU. SO HERE! YOU SAEKKI, I LOVE YOU TO THE CORE OF THE EARTH! So, jebal, jinjja joah. Jebal, love me back,” he shouted, then trailed off as he broke down. All the while, he could feel Hye Ri’s grip loosen, and he knew what her expression was. He was sure she was backing away, ready to leave him there, disgusted.

Unlike what Seung Yoon thought was going on in Hye Ri’s mind, she was absolutely delighted to hear that her best friend loved her back. She truly felt free and was at the peak of the energy that she got from running around with him. Inside, she was burning with love, but outside, she felt soft and heated.

She gently brought him to stand and turned him around, looking up and facing his eyes.

She held his hand and smiled.

“Pabogatteun Kang Seung Yoon, nado neoreul saranghae,” she whispered.

And then they kissed, set to the clear sky and lush greenery of the cliff.

[Pabo gatteun Kang Seung Yoon, Nado neoreul saranghae

Geurigo, Kiss-euhaesseo]

[Stupid Kang Seung Yoon, I love you too

And then, you kissed me]

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