soohyoung's perspective/pov!

"unclassy. okay, maybe i am. maybe i'm not, did you ever think of that, you little piece of shi-mister? yah, seriously. maybe i wasn't as fabulous as the rest of seoul. maybe i have no soul for seoul. seoul-less. i'm sorry that i don't feel like going out and matching my clothes and strutting my stuff. i'm sorry my clothes don't suit your tastes, but there is no way i'm ditching the biker boots. but this is who i am. a doc martens-addicted, miu miu wearing, wannabe-hyuna-redhead, four eyed korean-american, and proud!"

but i could never say that to my deer-eyed oppa. he was cold, yeah and when we hung out, people around gave me dirty looks. maybe he was a little bit ashamed of my constant potty-mouth and temper tantrum behaviour - but nobody's perfect right? plus, maybe the fact that i'm super self-concious added to the fact i was constantly paranoid that he'd might leave me and and and that he didn't want me. i mean, it was a legit fear - goes right along with xenophobia, and iwanttodatemyyoppabuthemightthinki'mafreak-a-phobia. yes, yes, so legit. these days, when i think of new rare phobias like this, i feel like sigmond freud. you know, guy who study the human psyche. ego, superego, id. aish, i probably need a category of my own called 'shdjsdsadsdsa kim soohyoung is a retard.' well, atleast he hasn't said anything.

as i paced my bathroom-sized sh*thole that  i call home sweet home, my eyes were glued to my cherry red lg lollipop. i mean, it was a really cute phone and made me feel connected to the king of style : g-dragon. his swagger and charisma was got me through the day. okay, maybe i could live. i mean, i am watching my phone because of hyun seung, you know, like civilized girls do. calm, nice, aegyo-filled girls who knew their place in society. oh my god, i'm so not one of them. as i rushed to the lollipop, i checked for a text. three. hm, my fat little fingers pressed the keys.

'soohyoung-ah, please come home, i think i've found you the cutest young man. he's an engineer. i know you don't like bald men, but give this one a chance. with love, umma.'

i paused and rolled my eyes. really? does she not believe with my womanly charms i can snag mister right all by myself? i can, mom. i so can, and he will have a gorgeous head of black hair.

next text : 'yah, ugly hag lady - i know you've moved out, so i'm just letting you know that i moved into you room.'

oh brother, and i mean, literally. why did they have to make another one? didn't father ever hear of something called a trojan? i mean, seriously, a usage of a rubber could seriously protect the world from evil ugly little short fat stupid gremlins a.k.a. brothers. next text message - i prayed silently before reading the text. maybe god could act like a genie for once or would that be a sin to think that. oh well.

"dear lord almighty, please let this next text message be the text message which tells me oppa is crazy about me because of my witty humour, loving nature, and rocking bod. thank you. bless me. amen." my nervous fingers shook as the pressed the read button.

'i have a recording today, but we'll go out for ddukbokki around eleven. ^^'

PRAISE THE LORD. hallelujah, hallelujah, etc etc. a surge of energy ran through my body, followed by intense squealing, my legs jumped and then i fell. but i hit the ground so hard i barely felt anything. it was awesome.

narrator : to be said in a morgan freeman-ish voice.

so before i warn you, this is not love story. this is a story of two people. one in terms of soohyoung's eyes - the hottest thing since jesus's abs, and the other being soohyoung. this is a story of jesus's abs meeting the odd one. thank you.

flashback!

maybe noodle delivery wasn't a girl's job, but money come, money go and one had to do what she could to survive. kim soohyoung was just one of those people. a girl who grew up in ia, who didn't care for being softspoken or barbies. all that mattered was chasing the boys and proving a girl could do what any boy could and better. her later years consisted of mostly wearing interesting fashion choices which she was inspired from 60's new wave brit pop music and dirt biking. but back to the noodles, soohyoung rode gracefully on her scooter as she tried to make the deadline. one hour or the stupid thing would be free. sighing, she looked around and continued to ride - it didn't help that if she was late, her job would be on the line and the fact that this customer kept calling her. he was so annoying. men, seriously, men. she was not just any delivery girl and she'd definitely not be called a 'b*tch' by the customer who yelled at her with his scary korean informalities. no, she was not putting up with it. parking in front of a large concert hall, she frowned. fine. she walked inside and grabbed the noisy large metal container that went with it. clang clang! went the noodle containers, but soohyoung could not care. she had to find this person and give him a piece of her mind. kim soohyoung of the golden emperor's noodle palace was not a girl to be messed with. quickly, finding the room number, she saw a dark haired person in a chair. she hissed and dumped the noodles on their head.

"yah, don't ever call a lady that ever again! who do you think you are? have some class!" she barked before hearing a different voice.

"aish, those were my noodles."

her eyes immediately widening and staring at the figure in the chair. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sh*t. she got on her knees immediately, and bowed her head.

"sorry. i'm so sorry. i didn't realize. i wasn't paying attention. oh my, i'm sorry. please forgive me. i will pay your dry cleaning bill. you can send it to the golden emperor's noodle palace and bill it to soohyoung. that's kim soohyoung. i'm so sorry. i am so so so sorry." she said before looking up to see a pair of the nicest brown eyes. she blinked. "i'm sorry!" she said before the voice calmly said, "it's okay."

she looked at him. "i uh, will pay you back. i'm sorry." she said again, before the young man got up to get a towel and wipe the kimchi and fishballs off him. she watched him turn around. why did she have to dump noodles on such a cute guy. no. fmlfmlfml. that was all her brain could do. she looked at him and sighed.

"i uh, omo! y-y-y-you're shock! oasis! say no to my girlfriend! bad girl!" sputtered out soohyoung as her brain tried to match his name with his face.

"jang hyun seung." the voice said again calmly as it stared at her oddly. "beast."