Kwon Jiyong, Sandara Park, Lee Donghae
TUG OF WAR
9th Fan Fiction
April 2011 -
- - Chapters
Hello! Noob writer here, once again. Hehe. I know I said, I'll be gone for quite some time and yet, here I am again. Something's wrong with me, neh? Hehe.. Anyways, like I said in winglin, this will feature a very different Daragon. Eventhough this is my 9th fanfic, this is also marks my second attempt in writing err, H fic. LOL. (S: Apr 2011 E: --)
TUG OF WAR
She needs money.
He wants sex.
Circumstances threw them in each other’s arms. Thus, a battle began.
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Others. . .
She pushed him against the wall, her lips automatically landing on his. A sense of satisfaction came over her as she felt his little one responding to her. She knew he’ll be an easy job from the beginning. Guys like him were so easy to lead astray. Guys who only see the physical attributes of Eve’s daughters are mostly the ones who get blind.
Deftly, she slipped her hand inside his shirt while the other stayed at the side of his neck.
“Damn, you’re so fine” he muttered.
“I haven’t shown you everything yet” she smoothly answered.
“I can’t wait to see everything” he said.
“What’s the meaning of this?!” a voice entered. The guy suddenly pulled away from the girl he was making out with.
“Honey, i-it’s not what you think. I was just. . .”
“How could you do this?!” the girl cried. “How could you betray me?”
“Honey, let me explain. It’s-”
“No!” the girl screamed. “We’re through!”
“But honey, it’s our wedding-!”
“You should have thought about that before hitting on another girl!” she burst out. “The wedding’s off! And don’t you dare show that ugly face of yours to me again!”
The girl turned and ran away with the guy running after her. The other girl smirked at the scene. Once again, mission complete. But then again, failure’s not in her vocabulary.
She went to the powder room and fixed herself. She pulled her phone out from her bag and scrolled down through her contacts. She pressed the call button as she found the name she was looking for.
“I’m done” she said.
“Thank you” the person from the other line answered.
“Don’t thank me” she answered. “It’s what I’m being paid for”
“I already deposited my payment and an additional tip to your account”
“Good” she replied in satisfaction. “’Til then”
The girl looked at herself in the mirror. A lazy smirk curved her lips once again. Who would have thought that her face would serve as her ticket to her dream, to a life she never had? Who would have thought indeed when before, she hated her face? She hated her beautiful cursed face for always causing her troubles. But now, she was appreciating it. Her face helped her break those hearts and ruin all those relationships. Just a few more hearts to break and a few more relationships for her to ruin and she will finally be off the hook.
Does the word GUILT bother her at all? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. if she would think of others first before herself, she won’t survive at all. She won’t be able to eat, to have a place to live in, to buy clothes or to finance her education.
Life taught her that. Life taught her to put herself first before anything or anyone else. Selfishness it is, true. But it is also selfishness that made her survive life.
That’s Sandara Park – a working college student.
Occupation? She's a home wrecker for rent.