ClumsyAngel

Myungyeon, Krystal, Chanyeol

Both Myungsoo and Jiyeon hate skin ships. But when they meet each other they don’t mind skin ships anymore.
Myungsoo was a COLD heir.
Jiyeon was a secret daughter of the President of Korea.
She works as a secretary of Myungsoo.

“Aish!” Myungsoo ruffled his clothes when a woman bumped into him at the lobby. “Watch your steps.”

The woman squealed with her friends instead, not even feeling upset when she was being scolded by him.

As the famous CEO of Kim Corps, he was loved by all women because of his wealth and looks. Every women loved him even though he was super cold.

Yes, he was cold on the inside and outside.

Myungsoo rolled his eyes at the group of girls before heading off to his lift. Yes, the lift only for him and his workers of the same level to use.

In other words, it’s a VIP lift.

Myungsoo went in and pressed the close button but frowned when the door opened again. “What now…”

“I’m sorry!” A girl hurried into the lift and bowed apologetically. “I’m sorry! I don’t want to be late on my first day of work!”

Myungsoo did nothing but rolled his eyes again. He was annoyed. He was pissed. He just needed peace but everyone had to destroy it.

All of the sudden, the lift stopped and jumped a little.

“AHHH!!!” The lights flickered on and off, making it creepy instead.

“W-What’s… going on?”

Myungsoo pressed for the alarm instead, not replying her.

“A-Are… we going to be… okay?”

He said nothing but kept pressing for help. But sadly, he couldn’t hear the security since the whole system was down.

“H-Hey…”

“We’ll be okay.” Myungsoo assured with his superior tone and leaned against the wall after realizing his phone couldn’t work too. “Help will come soon.”

The girl jumped again when the lift moved a little.

“I… I’m scared…”

Myungsoo watched the girl hurdled in a corner and started sobbing. That was when he felt bad. It was his lift, and it was her first day of work. She wouldn’t going to have a trauma, would she?

Myungsoo pressed the alarm once more, but it was of no use.

The girl started crying instead, surprising him all of the sudden. “Hey, we’re going to be fine.”

“B-But… It’s… scary in… here…”

“Then don’t think about it.”

The girl closed her eyes and did what he said, but she can’t help but to cry further. “I can’t…”

“What’s your name?”

The girl looked up at him, and she seemed to be slightly distracted. “Jiyeon… Park Jiyeon…”

“So you’re here to be my secretary?” He knew about the new secretary, of course. He chose her personally after looking at her resume.

“Y-You’re… Kim Myungsoo?”

“Yes, it’s me.” Myungsoo nodded his head firmly, “And you’re to call me Mr. Kim in the company.”

“I… I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine.” Myungsoo sighed and waved it off. “I don’t blame you.”

The lift moved a little again, and it pulled her back to reality. Jiyeon started crying again. “M-Mr. Kim… Am… Am I that unlucky?! I-I’m sorry… I… I pulled you… into my… misfortune…”

“What are you talking about?”

“I…” Jiyeon wiped her tears away as she sniffled sadly. “I… I don’t know… if I can live past today… so… so I’m going… to… tell you this secret… okay?”

“What is it?”

“I… I’m the secret… daughter of the president…”

Myungsoo had his jaws widened and simply stared at her. “You must be crazy.”

“I’m not joking!” Jiyeon demanded as she whined again, which he thought she was cute – for the first time in his life he thought someone was cute.

“That’s why I’m being kept a secret… I… I’m a misfortune… I shouldn’t be in… this world… President doesn’t want me… and my omma died… President kept me in his house and fed me… but I’m like a prisoner…”

“Then why are you working for me?”

“I… I don’t want to be a prisoner… anymore…”

Myungsoo wanted to believe her.

“I’m sorry… I brought misfortune… to you too… You can fire me… if you want to…”

Myungsoo sighed as he nodded his head in acknowledgement, “I believe you. But I won’t fire you because of this. This incident is not your fault so don’t blame yourself. Okay?”

“R-Really…?”

“Yes.”

The lift moved again which made her jumped. “And! AND!”

“Yes?”

“I have… another secret!”

“What is it?”

“I… I hate skin-ships!”

Myungsoo raised a brow and looked at her, “I hate it too.”

“R-Really?”

“Yes.”

“I… I really hate them! I even hate it… when… when people touched my hands!”

“Me too.”

“R-Really?”

“Yes.” Myungsoo assured her again. “I feel the same. I just don’t like it when people touched me.”

Jiyeon finally smiled, “We are alike then!”

The lift moved again but this time, it dropped.

It dropped at the fastest speed it could move and began dropping downwards. Jiyeon screamed and ran to Myungsoo, hugging him tight for support.

Surprisingly, Myungsoo hugged her back and held her close, patting her back as she cried in his arms. “It’s okay… It’s okay…”

Jiyeon pulled her head away when she felt no movements and looked up at him, only to realize their position.

She gasped in horror and moved away hurriedly. “I-I’m sorry! I-I did it again! I-I brought misfortune to you again! I… I…”

“It’s not your fault.” Myungsoo pulled her close by cupping her cheeks. “Okay? It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself anymore. Got it?”

Jiyeon sobbed and nodded her head obediently.

“And you have to stop crying.”

JIyeon sniffled hard and wiped her tears off, which made her cuter. Myungsoo simply smiled when he saw her hiccups – and it was the first time he smiled for a girl.

Jiyeon looked up at him again, “I… I thought you hated… skin-ships…”

“I thought you did too?”

“I do… but… I don’t hate yours…”

“Me too.”

Jiyeon smiled again, “We’re the same…”

“Yes we are.” Myungsoo took his blazer off and put it over her small body. “Wear it for me.” And she moved over to the door.

“What are you doing, Mr. Kim?”

“I’ll pry open the door.”

“No! It’s dangerous!”

“It’s fine.” Myungsoo reassured. “I’ll open and see at which floor we are at now. It’ll be fine.”

Jiyeon could only watch by the side as she held his blazer tighter around her body. “Mr. Kim…”

“Yes?”

“Don’t do it… Let