Damsel In Distress
Fictional Girl & B1A4's Leader Jung Jinyoung
A Princess who needs a Prince to come along and take her away but thinks she doesn't need one.
You know the typical 'i-can-save-my-own-ass' type of girl.
A Prince who needs a Princess to show him the true meaning happiness but thinks he already has true happiness.
You know the typical 'i-only-need-fame-to-be-happy' type of guy.
She's DUMB. He's DUMB. They're both dumb but have something in common.
They both lack common sense. -.- … sadly.
She likes him but is too scared to say anything. She’s scared of rejection and of loosing him. Thank god! At least she knows she likes him, more than a brother figure, Wheew~ but girl where is your girl power! You ain’t even tryin’! You’re letting him leave you in the “younger-sister” area, girl~ Work harder!
He likes her but is in denial. He thinks he only thinks of her as a sister. STOOPID ''-.- Even though his heart beats at a not normal pace he still doesn’t think he likes her. Even though when he sees her he’s speechless, he thinks it’s because he had a brain-fart. Seriously, fart on this! (sits on his face and farts)
Even though she’s too scared and he’s in denial their feelings start to spill and overflow. There’s no way of hiding it now. They start showing their true feelings unconsciously. Stay and read their love life as well as their personal lives.
This isn’t a story with ponies jumping over rainbows. This is a story with real feelings and real situations (dramatized for the fanfic). So feel free to continue reading on if you feel like you want to read on but if not feel free to leave at any time you want.
Last year my older brother died. His second last year of high school, one ordinary day he put his school into lockdown and held his last period class hostage. Many people ask me, “Why, why would he do such stupid thing when he knew he was going to get caught?” Honestly I don't even know the answer to that. I wish I did. I wish I went to school that day. Why didn't I, why? Instead I skipped school and got high with my group of "friends" on who knows what. It's funny how none of them are even around anymore.
After the swat team went into the room and saved the lives of the twenty-five students including the teacher, my brother shot himself in the head. “Why?” people ask me, “Why did he commit suicide?” Again I don't know and I will probably never know. Only my brother knows and he's dead so good luck if you're still looking for the answer. You’ll have to go to Death and ask to talk to my brother and if you make it back tell me why also.
You know, even if I went to school that day... I wouldn't have been able to do anything. It was already set in his mind that he was going to do it. I could have tried but it wouldn't have changed anything. That’s just the way my brother was, stubborn.
If I ever got to meet my brother again, I'd ask him why he did it. Why he left first? We came into this world together and we swore we'd leave together. He swore he'd be the one to walk me down the aisle when I got married since our father died when we were young. If I met my brother again, I'd punch him in the face so hard he'd wish he didn't do it! I don't fucking understand! He was the smart one! The one mom had her hopes on! ... The good child. The child the heavens had blessed. Talent wise? I'd say we both were talented. He was the only person I had to depend on when I was in trouble or down. He was the only person who I knew sincerely cared and worried for me. He was my other half; my precious twin.
If you’re thinking about my mom, don't waste your time. That old witch doesn't give a fuck about me. Our whole lives "mom" cared about my brother more. I didn't even exist in her world. My whole life I've never had a mom. Dad? Well I didn't know him for long. I was six when he died. From what I remember from my faint memories is that he liked to smile and laugh a lot even when mom yelled at him. Now that I'm older and much wiser it makes me wonder if his smiles and laughs were just a cover of how he felt. Is that how my brother felt? I remember dad played with us when ever he had the time to even though he worked all the time. I'd say my dad is a hundred times better then the old witch people say is my mother. Why am I even telling you this? I don't know the answer to that either.
What's my name? That doesn't matter... at least not yet that is.
Here are the forewords to “Damsel In Ditress”. I am reposting this fanfic. I can not make any promises but I’ll try my best to keep going. SARANGHAEYOOO~ <3 Thank you to all the subscribers who deal with my constant brain-farts. I am very thankful to have you.
To my new readers: I am a bad author… I tend to have writers-block ALL THE TIME. Sooooo if you’re going to get mad at me don’t subscribe. Only subscribe if you have a big and forgiving heart and is willing to stick with this BAD author even if she gives up on this fanfic. I know I sound bad… but I’d rather not lie about it and then make you wait for YEARS!!!!!!!!! Sometimes not that long… but it could be that long too, who knows… Again you may leave anytime you want I won’t stop you… ‘Cause I can’t but I also can’t force you to read because I want genuine readers who will be able to forgive me. So if you feel like, “even though this author is a loser and probably won’t update 24/7 or 52 times a week, I’d still like to read this fanfic.” Then go ahead and press the subscribe button but if not thank you for reading up until this point!!! :D And I’m not mocking authors who do update A LOT, I really give them props and wish I was that type of author too but I’m not ‘cause my brain just doesn’t have an amazing imagination like it used to when I was 5 and played house all the time.
BYE~!!! THE FIRST CHAPTER IS UP SO GO AHEAD AND READ IT ‘TILL YOUR HEARTS CONTENT!!! PPYONG~!!!
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