CHAPTER 1

KTY

       My name is Kim Taeyeon. If I had to describe myself into three words, I might say…: bossy, moody, and arbitrary. Not good enough, huh? Okay, let me add three more. Three another features of me were… beautiful, rich, and cool. Not enough? I’d add another three. No, it’s too much. I thought you better found it by yourself. But, don’t forget. Once again, don’t forget. People all could change rite? Yeah, so did I. Why I changed and how I changed, I would let you figure it out by reading this story.

       I dumped myself into a swiveling chair in my luxurious room at my office. Oh, I forgot to tell, I am the boss here. I am the boss of an entertainment company. Huge entertainment company which run so many variety and reality shows. Most of them had high rating. And most actress surely willingly to build some cooperation with me. But, it wasn’t that easy. Since entertainment business could be considered as a “no joke” business one, I attracted high criteria for them who were willingly to join us. Simply said, if I thought they would not give us any benefit, I’d just kick their out from my building. Cruel enough? Mean enough? Hey, don’t forget. It’s business. And if you’d like to call me Ms. Attitude, please, just call me so. I didn’t give a damn. If I had to consider what people were thinking about me, I was sure, I would only quickening my aging process and it would eventually lead to reduce my age some years. Huh.

       I crashed my desk in purpose, making some files abruptly scattered and some of them just fell down on the floor. If you didn’t get it, it’s very usual to see me acted like that. It was one of my habits to release my resent. I thought it was much better than releasing some harsh words to people, rite? So, another so, as Jessica my secretary had already got the knowledge about it, she didn’t seem so surprise this time. She calmly squatted beside me and put the falling files then stowed them inside the drawer to avoid me broke them again.

       Actually, she wasn’t really my secretary. She’s my cousin, if I might tell. She helped me a lot to run this family business. But somehow she liked to be my secretary. I didn’t really care about the reason. And to tell the truth, I felt so thankful, otherwise, because she knew what to do if she found me acted like this. Because, just another because, I really hate to tell someone what to do when I really didn’t want to tell them so.

       “Another bad mood, huh?” she asked while shoving a chair then sitting on it.

       “You know what?” I barked. “The actress that supposes to come to our live show later will not make it! This is crazy! Argghhhh…,” I growled in frustration while squeezing my hairs. Please note it. I was tired if later I had to remind you about my habit again.

       Jessica’s eyes were widened in surprise.

       “WHAT??? Do you mean… the show… that will start within two hours???? This is crazy!!! Let me talk with the manager!!! What such an un-pro…”

       I hastily lifted my hand and shook my head.

       “No. It isn’t necessary,” I stated firmly.

       “What do you mean with ‘it is unnecessary’???” she jolted in surprise. Her eyes were getting wider.

       “Sica-sica…,” I tried to be relax. “Don’t forget, huh…,” I trailed off.

       “One. Kim company would never make any deal again with kind of un-pro like them… Second, never looked like a desperate one in front of anybody… Three… I’m sure we’d find a way to solve this problem.”

       “Oh, My Dear Kim,” she rolled her eyes in disbelief. “How could you be poised like that when we know time would never stop running. Oh my God, Kim… It’s 2 hours left!!! Can’t you just lowered your ‘thing you called as dignity or arrogance – whatever you called it-” and let me talk to the manager. I’m sure I'm able to not be seemed desperate! Moreover, it was all their faults, not us…”

       “Haish, Sica… Just lemme think. Gimme half hour to think. Believe me, everything would be okay,” I still persisted though at that time there was no idea at all on my mind. “Moreover…,” I quickly added. “I’d blacklisted them.”

       “You what???” She yelled.

       “Yeah I told the manager doesn’t dare to see me again. I’d kick his if I see his face again in our building!”

       Jessica stared me in disbelief for some moment. But, as usual, I didn’t take it as a matter. Same with her, I also had got the knowledge about her. I grinned and grabbed some chewing gum from my drawer. I acted so poised and nonchalant then tearing the cover.

       “Wanna some?” I offered her. She rose from the chair. I knew she was slightly upset with me. But don’t worry. She would cool down within few hours.

       “Help yourself, Ms. Kim,” she said sarcastically and was about to leave the room.

       “I will, Ms. Jung,” I giggled then chewing the gum.

       But after she left, I was back into my bad mood state again… … … How could I find some way to make it work out???

TH

        My name is Tiffany Hwang. If I had to describe myself into three words, I’d surely say: I’m stupid, stupid, and stupid.

        I frowned and talked to my Totoro doll as though she could hear and answer me.

        “Hi, Totoro,” I said. “Can you read my mind? I hate him but… yet still couldn’t let him go. Eotteoke?”

       Of course she remained silence. You weren’t in Alice in Wonderland World, Tiffany. I heard myself said.

       The one I talked about with my doll was my boyfriend. If I had to describe him into three words, I’d surely say: handsome, charming, and…

       Playboy T.T

       If you asked me why I wanna still be her girlfriend whereas I’d already known about his characteristic, I thought you’d already known, it’s because I’m stupid.

       Oh, no. It wasn’t totally right. I thought I wasn’t that stupid.

       I meant, look around yourself! I was sure you could find many “Tiffany Hwang” surrounded you. The typical girl who had faithful heart and believed in “true love” was still could be found easily in this world, believe me. If you didn’t see them, I thought you just “haven’t seen” them yet.

       No matter how hard to deal with his “player” character, I thought… I would never be able to bear it if I had to lose him…

       Pathetic? Yes?

       Am I that ugly? No.

       Am I that desperate? Yes. Into him.

       But as yesterday I saw him dated another girl (another victim – I meant), I couldn’t bear it anymore. Crying would never solve my problem, I’d already known it.

       I just thought will give him a little lesson.

       So, today, I thought I’d text a boy (that I knew he had crush on me – a lot) and ask him for a date… and we’d just “accidentally” popped in front of my boyfriend sight… and I hope afterward, he’d start to be afraid to lose me and wouldn’t dare to cheat on me again.

       I wish. Rite. I hope. Rite.

       So, here’s the text.

KTY

       I was still pondering when the annoying message ringtone buzzing. Quickly I muted it and was about to read in unwillingly.

       I frowned for a moment as I didn’t recognize the number. Who the hell is this???

       Overwhelming by huge curiosity, I opened up the text and read it silently.

       Sindong Oppa, would you like to do my favor?

       I was really upset with Dong Hae Oppa. I want to give him some lesson.

       Would you like to meet me at Café X at 7 in this afternoon?

       I really want to make him gets jealous… Huh.

      Oh yeah, this is my new number. I lost my cell-phone yesterday. Please save it.

      -MUSHROOM-

       WHAT???? My eyes were bugging out reading the silly message. I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. What the hell???

      AND THE NAME... WHAT THE... HAHAHAHA

     Mushroom??? What such a bad nickname??? Why amongst a lot of plants she called herself mushroom??? Why not Rose, Jasmine, Lavender???

       I guessed it was a desperate girl. Whomever it was, she’s really poor. Desperating into a man??? Oh big no. I would never imagine that words in my dictionary.

       Jinjja.... I couldn't believe it! Whomever this mushroom, she had already gave my mood back!!!!!

      I was laughing until I felt my stomach was slightly crump. Hell.

       Having no chance yet to even responded it, another text just coming.

       A, Sindong Oppa. Forget it. I don’t think it’s a good idea at all.

       I’m scared to the hell if it didn’t work out as I expected.

       I’d die if later DongHae Oppa just getting mad at me and… ends his relationship with me. No. No. Just forget it, okay.

       Gomawo, Oppa…

       Once again, I burst into laughter discovering the text. . HAHAHAHA. It was really fun. This desperate girl, this MUSHROOM, didn’t even realized that she had already sent her text to the wrong number… Wow… It’s very interesting, tough!!!

       What such a unsteady girl? Few minutes ago she just planned to make some action to trigger her boyfriend jealousy? But within less than a minute, she just canceled it. Really funny!

       Suddenly… Just suddenly… A sly thought popped in my mind. I couldn’t help but smirking as I got the idea.

       Ahhhh… This girlll… Maybe I would be able to take some advantage from her!!! I grinned in victory.

I’m sorry, but maybe today isn’t your lucky day, Dear Desperate Girl!

       “I had her ‘card’!”

       I was doing my dorky dancing like a moron one when abruptly Jessica entered my room again.

       I suddenly stopped and acted coolly as if nothing happened. But I knew she had already caught me did my childish action. ! What such a shame... But fortunately, Jessica didn't drag the scene any longer.

       Thank you my mature cousin! 

       She chuckled, clearing and crossed her arm while looking at me.

       “Have found any solution, Tae?” she asked with her typical cold tone.

       I grinned in my victory. “Not really, but will do.”

       “Huh?”

       “Just see how I take care about this thing, okay?” I winked and dialed the number.

to be continued...

Frankly, I typed chapter 1 in super fast period.. Hope it wasn't bad enough for spoiler.

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