"Low-key" Crushing
Description
Sandara Park may be considered a stalker, but she was a stalker that had talent. Not talent in stalking though, everyone has a talent in stalking...you know what I'm talking about. No so yeah, she had a gift in song writing. She didn’t know if people were just being modest because they can’t write. But then again her songs won 4 Daesang Awards in only 2 years so hey, she wasn’t complaining.
Why was she considered a stalker, you might ask? Well it wasn’t like she just decided to suddenly be a crazed girl that had pictures of her victim all over her walls. Oh and no, she doesn’t have pictures of him on her walls. Her friend, Bom, would always take them away and scold her for being too creepy. She needed that buffer in her life, at least that’s what a small part of her thinks. But she really wants to put his pictures up for display. She could just grunt in annoyance.
Back to the stalker part now, shall we? It started when they were in grade school, and then junior high, and then high school, but sadly not college. He was already famous during her college days and she wasn’t able to see him anymore. She always had a few classes with him and if not, she was always enrolled in the same school as him. She didn’t plan it on purpose! It was all her parents’ fault and now she developed these lingering feelings that were never going to be answered.
So what did she do? She worked her off to make sure she was qualified to enter his company. She decided that she didn’t like looking at him through pictures. It just had to be in real life where they could breathe the same air and walk on the same road. Was that a creepy picture? Yes it is. But she doesn’t care because she got IN!
She got in and but she only had one thing—one person—in mind. She had written thousands of songs and all of them centered on her muse, the person who seemed so near yet so far. Dara was a person who had to stay behind the stage and limelight while the person she yearns for lived a life where every move he made was broadcasted.
This is a story of a hopeless song writer and her inspiration.
See I know what my problem is now. When I have a lot—and I mean A LOT—of to do, I make fanfics. Did you guys know that I did The Ghost from the Vodka Bottle in the middle of "trying" to finish my Research paper (you guys remember that, TDTB readers? I remember talking about that a lot. I'm sorry about that. I got an 85 btw—not bad but not great, oh hwell ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) Yeah so I guess I now have 3 procrastination-induced fanfics. Actually make that 4, She Wears the Pants | He Wears the Makeup is another procrastination baby. Yaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, feel my excitement. pls.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and please check out my other fanfics pls. Pls. Was that too desperate? Should I go with my usual 'I'm gonna name my children after you' too or would that be pushing it? lol jk~ On a lighter note, if anyone happens to know examples of how militarism help avoid wars, give me a wazzzzuuuuaaaapppp, alright? pls.
Why is always cold in this goddamn room?! Here's another dose of concimido for you guys. I hope you like it.
!~HAVE A GOOD ONE EVERYBODY~!
Foreword
“Kwon Jiyong!”
Her head shot up from her laptop and he saw the man of the hour… the minute… the second… Kwon Jiyong in the flesh. Dara shot her friend a sullen look when she saw her hug him right in front of her. The audacity of that ! Her friend just stuck her little tongue out to her, amused by Dara’s prominent frown. Bom and her really like getting on her nerves, Dara concluded in her head. On an unrelated matter, she made a mental note that he was wearing black Vans that had a painted-on flower and heart. Guess which girl was gonna paint on her own black Vans on the weekends?
“I want you to meet a friend of mine.” Chaerin—the said ' friend'—glanced at Dara. It was a good thing that his back was facing her. He would’ve run to the hills when he sees the white as a sheet ghost that Chaerin was looking at.
Dara was mouthing her expletives and showing her ‘pain’ with exaggerated clutching-of-the-hands gestures. Before Jiyong could look behind him, Dara was already jogging out of Bopcha. She pinched Chaerin’s arm before she could completely get out of his line of view. The girl shrieked in pain and she saw how Jiyong quickly paid attention to her.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Chaerin peeked over her shoulder to see Dara looking at them with a big pout on her face. She could just give her an apologetic smile and stepped away from him to make her feel at ease. Dara felt grateful for her efforts. She weakly smiled back at her and put on her headphones to stir her away from unwanted thoughts.
She was humming while walking towards the elevators. There was no song playing on her phone but a million seemed to be playing inside of her head. She would match notes together and harmonize melodies in her head whenever she gets an inspiration. And seeing them earlier sparked her inspiration switch right on.
Dara entered mindlessly on the empty elevator and it was about to close when a hand suddenly stopped it. Her eyes grew into saucers when she saw who she was going to be stuck with inside this death trap for a few minutes. She was getting ready to leave when he suddenly pushed the close button. She released a silent curse and moved to the back, hitting her head with the laptop bag that was tightly tucked in her arms.
Jiyong glanced behind him when he noticed that the person kept moving from the corner of his eyes. He did a double take when he saw how the girl repeatedly hit her head on her bag while looking like she was constipated or something. He remembered how he practically closed the doors in her face when it looked like she wanted to get out earlier. Good job being a , he thought to himself.
“Uhmm, excuse me.” He reached to touch her hand but she jumped when his fingers barely grazed her sleeve. He admits that he jumped in surprise too. She looked completely frightened and her lips were quivering too. Good job being a bigger , Jiyong. You just scared the living bejeezus out of her.
“I’m sorry, I saw you wanting to get out earlier but I stopped you. Do you want to get off at the next stop?” They already passed two floors and he inwardly whimpered. Now he was gonna make her walk down the stairs because she couldn’t get off earlier. Good job Mr. Considerate.
Dara shook her head vehemently while biting her lips. She wishes that the immense heat she was feeling inside wasn’t making her blush like a teenager on a date. She continued to just stare at him, and Jiyong—feeling uncomfortable—opted to look ahead instead. He noticed that the floor he was planning to go to was already pushed and he wonders if she was an intern or something since it was exclusively for producers, artists, and song writers. It was a floor filled with sound-proof rooms and high-tech music technology and office management don’t usually peruse through there. She looked like she was in high school… or maybe in college judging from her size. Maybe she’s one of the producers’ kids or something.
The elevator dinged and as soon as it opened, Dara bolted out of there and Jiyong could just follow her retreating figure with another surprised look on his face. He saw how she frantically put her card in the scanner while shaking her legs. Before she could go in, Dara glanced at the elevators one last time and saw Jiyong staring at him. She yelped and hurriedly entered the room with a fast-beating heart and a smile creeping up on her face.
Today was going to be a good day.
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