Seven Chapters
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In Korean, YoungBae swore at him.
In real life, I face palmed.
Seven chapters.
I had endured seven chapters. Well, I don’t know if endured is the right phrase considering I did voluntarily just read all of that.
Oh, you thought this was a story about a K-pop sensation falling in love?
Whoops.
Sorry.
Well... I mean...
(wait for it.)
“Look, I appreciate the offer but my supervisor quota is filled with my goldfish.”
“You don’t own a goldfish.” He stated knowingly.
Since we were in Korea, I didn’t question how he knew that.
“Not yet.” I said, clicked my fingers and pointing at him.
“Most people would kill for an opportunity such as this.”
I stared at the man in front of me. I stared at his badges. I stared at his hat and I stared at the moustache he really ought to shave. I stared at him, hoping he would see the beyond of ing ridiculous that was this assignment. Then I stared some more.
“Considering our line of work, sir,” I began, “you really should-uh, not use that wording.” The sir in question some Colonel guy I had been brought forth to speak with. And by brought forth I mean I was walking home from the grocery store when some limosine pulled up beside me and a girl in sunglasses handed me a manilla folder. I don’t know if she got the Sherlock reference or not but I still mentally referred to her as Andrea (probably not cause it was mentally) but like damn, she was typing on a Blackberry.
ing Blackberrys.
The I get myself into.
Foreword
Demmy D
Born: 23rd June 1987
Height: 1.65 m
Mariana Demiana ‘Demmy D’ Joseph is an French/American poet, rapper, songwriter and producer. Born and raised in Chicago, Illinois, she embarked on her musical career as a teenager under the stage name M-A-D, releasing a mixtape ...
Dong YoungBae had woken up to his phone rattling against the wood of this bedside table. He had been quick to silence it and had been quick to climb out of bed, knowing he’d fall back asleep if he didn’t get up. He had learnt that the hard way, pissing off everyone as a sleep would probably mess up the schedule and YoungBae would have to face the wrath of an angered Kwon JiYong. So, YoungBae got out of bed. It wasn’t that they had rehearsals or training or anything. The bed he woke up in wasn’t the same bed of his dorm in YG studios where he’d spent countless nights crashing in. They weren’t even in Korea for him to begin his day the usual way - no, they were in France and----
“DID YOU SEE IT?!”
Everyone turned around to see the every so hyper maknae running from the direction of where his room was, laptop in his hands. YoungBae frowned and saw the bright eyes of SeungRi who started jumping up and down. “She likes me! She likes me!”
“What are you talking?” YoungBae asked, feeling tension rising - and not just because SeungRi was dancing around with a Mac in his hands.
“Maknae don’t.” JiYong spoke. SeungRi paused at the words and realising the high tension he’d practically ran into.
“But… wouldn’t we want - “
“Want what?!” YoungBae asked furiously. He was mad. Mad because he’d been made to feel like an idiot, thinking that there was something was up. Mad because there was something up and he was left in the dark. Mad because no one wanted to explain something that seemed so important. “Who is she?” YoungBae asked, referring back to the girl that Seungri likes.
“There’s a girl that maknae’s been talking to.” SeungHyun finally chimed in. “She lives here and he’s excited because he finally gets to meet her.”
Oh.
“Oh.” YoungBae felt his shoulders slump. That… that made a lot more sense. “Is that why everyone’s acting weird?” YoungBae asked. “Because you thought…”
“I’m sorry Bae… I just can’t. You’re too far away all the time I… I don’t love you anymore.”
“… you thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it?” YoungBae said. His heart clenched, remembering that night. The pain he’d felt, walking down the stairs from her place. He remembered JiYong calling everyone over so they could drink and hug it out and YoungBae cried and cried, feeling the pain of proper heartbreak for the very first time.
In present moment, YoungBae turned to Seungri and tried to give him the brightest smile he possible could give. “I’m happy for you man.”
Seungri looked at the two men stood behind YoungBae and sighed. Seungri knew that what he was about to could go either ways - but either way would result in him getting physically abuse by the hyungs. Still, it wasn’t fair that this was happening and YoungBae would be left out of it. This was basically his fanboy dream come true.
Seungri faced the laptop to YoungBae and opened it.
“NO DON’T!”
“MAKNAE!”
Both JiYong and SeungHyun lunged forward, hands out so as to try and stop what YoungBae was about to be shown. YoungBae felt himself flinch at the reaction and his heart speed up at what was revealed to him -
The screen was blank, waiting for a password.
"Talk about anti-climatic..."
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