Forbidden Love [REWRITING HAS BEGUN]
Description
Being the daughter of the idols Park Bom and Kwon Jiyong, Kwon Bomi had always lead a unique life. She roamed the halls of YG Entertainment as if it were her own personal playground. She referred to all of those in the YG Family as unnies, oppas, and ajusshis. She observed the drama between the YG Family members that the gossip columns would kill to report. She was best friends with children of the idols. But, in her twenty years of existence, there was only one thing she ever wanted. And his name was Choi Seunghyun, aka TOP. Will her simple wish become a reality?
Characters Thus so Far:
Kwon Bomi;
Twenty years old, goes to Kyunghee University, very inquisitive girl, could be an identical twin of her mother in her younger years, only child of Kwon Jiyong and Park Bom, in love with Choi Seunghyun.
Lee Cho Hee;
Twenty years old, also goes to Kyunghee University, very fiery/fiesty girl, dates a lot, best friend of Bomi.
Jung Jinwoon;
Nineteen years old, also goes to Kyunghee University, sweet, openly gay, close friend/confidante of Bomi.
Choi Seunghyun;
Forty-two years old, rather protective, best friend of Kwon Jiyong.
Kwon Jiyong & Park Bom;
The overprotective father and lovable mother of Bomi.
Lee Chae Rin & Lee Seung Ri;
The figurative second parents of Bomi.
Parents of five: (Chin Ho (22), Cho Hee (20), Chung Ae (14), Sohyun (5), & Sokhyun (5).
Kwon Daehyun;
Seventeen years old, island boy, half brother of Bomi.
2NE1 & Big Bang;
The unnies and oppas of Bomi.
Foreword
My earliest memories consisted of wondering the halls of the YG Entertainment building, usually hand in hand with one of my parents. Most often, my beautiful mother. Mommy would have my hand tightly gripped in hers and a corn on the cob in the other. Each and every time we walked inside, her eyes glowed proudly. The walls were graced with photos of all of the beloved artists of the company. All of those artists were family to me. They were my unnies, oppas, and ajusshis since the day I was born. I recalled walking into the recording studio, the place my daddy sometimes spent long nights slaving at. I can even recall the light in Daddy’s eyes each time Mommy ran inside, dashing into his arms and crying his name out in excitement. I knew my parents were in love, no matter what anyone may say or do now.
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