AHJDBNSJKDSNDKS HI GUYS~! Wait, I know you guys probably hate me right now because I haven't updated for like five months now. >.< I can explain how sorry I am. I was just soooooooo busy with school, especially my design project which was extremely crucial because it was the first time we handled a project the large that almost everything was at stake. Thankfully, my groupmates and I passed with flying colors even though we had some misunderstandings along the way, plus we weren't able to reherse and study before our actual presentation and oral defense (which was so nerve racking because we were the first group to present our proposal in front of everyone). 

 

Second, I kind of got my heart broken last Valentine's days.Remember that "ex-crush" my Jungshin x Amber fic was inspired from? Well, while I was heading to the study area of our school, one of my friend suddenly pulled me aside and told me just forget about "Ifugao" (yeah, I know its a weird code name coz he's chinese) and find someone else. Of course, I was like WTF at first and didn't believe her, until the truth just slapped me right in the heart. Right in front of me, Mr. Jungshin-look-a-like handed a bouquet of rose to this 2nd yr girl I was next to. Kind of cliche, right? I actually thought that only existed in k-dramas or in movies so I wasn't exactly expecting for it to hurt that much when it happened to me. It was like the worst feeling ever; even worse than my 2012 Valentine's day experience. These kindda sum up how I felt that day:

 

 

So, long story short, this current fic you're about to read was inspired from what happened last February. If you're asking me if I'm okay now, well I have one answer: YES! hahahaha it was just a crush and I got over it easily and if it weren't for the occurence, I wouldn't have realized that I actually like like my close dude friend. Woops, that's another story. lol 

 

oh yeah, shoutout to my fellow Amber-biased friends Dianne & Priscilla~! Sorry I haven't chatted with you two in a while...well a really long while. I was kindda embarassed because I've been repeatedly saying that I'll update my fics soon and poof, no current updates for almost five months. I'M SO SO SO SORRY >.< HOPE TO CHAT WITH YOU GUYS SOON! :D :D

 

And I hope all of you will enjoy this fic even though it's been long overdue >.<

 

 

 

 

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February 14, 2014.

 

 

Just another year of Valentine’s Day.

 

 

Valentine’s Day: the season of love and blah-blah-blah sappy ty hearts day or as Amber would like to refer as, “Friday the 14th”.

 

 

No, she was no way near a bitter old maid or an overly assuming girlfriend of a world famous celebrity who has no idea of her existence.

 

 

Well, maybe just a tad bit bitter.

 

 

It’s not like she expected her current –now ex-love interest to reciprocate her full-to-bursting love (that burns like a thousand suns lol) in the first place. She just wasn’t prepared for the undeniably twisted fate in stored for her that left her heart shattering into oblivion.

 

 

Whoever came up with this whacked up holiday was probably unaware or maybe just darn right inconsiderate for individuals such as herself who’s been longing to be freed from the iron grasps of unrequited romance.

 

 

How she wishes the person whoever came up with the ‘Conceal, don’t feel. Be the good girl you always have to be’ line to explode from asphyxiation in the middle of an on-going hunger games held in a nutshell. Then maybe she actually doesn’t mean that because she’s spent the remainder of what’s left of her non-existent good morning scorching her vocal chords with Idina Menzel as her character struts gracefully through the howling blizzard, blocking every heart-breaking memory of Shin Taeho handing a kaleidoscopic bouquet to someone who just had to be her fellow group mate.

 

 

Oh joy. Here comes the sarcasm begrudgingly begging to just erupt from her crestfallen lips.

 

 

She just couldn’t wait for the day to finally end but alas, time wasn’t on her side. The hours were ticking so slowly that literally only an hour passed by since the godforsaken scene. Painstakingly, she rose from her previous position—cocooned securely in her creatively self-constructed pillow fort, and greeted the saccharine breeze with a figurative salute of her middle finger.

 

 

Unfortunately, Amber still didn’t have the upper hand of the situation. My sanctuary has been violated! Who knew the dance studio would ever become a venue for a romantic date. Well maybe if the couple happened to be both main dancers of the same boy group and if their names started with a J and S. Before anything too explicit was about to occur, she hurriedly slid away and left the two maknaes to hump merrily to their hearts’ content. With wobbly feet and visibly scarred for life, she aimlessly wandered wherever her fragile extremities led her. Bound to be a walking accident, she literally ran into a skyscraper—a towering scarlet haired statuesque bloke with pointy ears and large terra-cotta rims that has Dobby and Legolas running for their money, and unbelievably uncoordinated feet synchronization of a mutated giraffe and ferret.

 

“Geez, watch where you’re going, Namsan tower!” Behind the snide remark holds no contempt as the supposed cause of her literal downfall burst into fits of laughter, helping the petite tomboy back to her feet.

 

 

“Haha, very funny. I could say the same to you, llama legs. Whoa, you look like you’ve witnessed Jongin blowing Sehun.“ He jokingly jeers but as a sudden rosy taint evades Amber’s entire face, his teasing comes to a halt. “Wait, don’t tell me you actually went inside the studio—oh . I should have given you a heads up about the studio being off-limits for the rest of today and probably tomorrow.”

 

 

“No , Sherlock. Tsk, some best friend you are, Chanyeol…”

 

 

“I’m really sorry, dude.” The taller of the two sympathetically pats the traumatized girl on the shoulder, mentally kicking himself for forgetting to inform his beloved friend of the day’s special events. “So, were they like and—“

 

 

“Oh wow, seriously? I almost had that image removed from my memory but thanks to you, I’ll be permanently scarred!” She definitely had no interest or whatsoever of her label mates’ private lives especially if it involves explicit y times. Why is everyone trying to ruin her innocence?

 

 

“I was just kidding! Was it really that bad?—Oww! Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” The smile from his lips doesn’t falter as he pulls her along towards an endless journey around the vicinity of their company’s building. “So, where were you heading anyway? You seemed pretty down in the dumps.”

 

 

Am I really that obvious? Is my ‘oh-I’m-perfectly-peachy-but-actually-want to-throw-myself-down-the-Han-River-because-my-supposed-love-of-my-life-professed-his-undying-love-for-my-tramp-of-a-group-mate-sarcasm’ façade really unbelievable? Ugh, perks of being a female. Yeah, obvious sarcasm.

 

 

“Anywhere but here actually…just far, far away from you-know-what. Why?”

 

 

“Awesome! Come with me.”

 

 

Nothing but his overcrowded pearly whites and uneven chocolate orbs evades her line of vision and before she could even give him an earful of retorts, he hurriedly drags her to God knows where. Somehow at the pit of her stomach, the situation felt like an overwhelming rush of déjà vu. It almost felt like four summers ago. Despite the raging flashbacks threatening to spill back, Amber sets all thoughts aside and allowed herself to be hauled away.

 

 

I feel like we forgot something…Wait a minute, are we outside already?

 

 

“ASDFGHJKL OMG LOOK, IT’S CHANYEOLLIE OPPA!!!!!!!”

 

 

“OPPA, SARANGHAE!!! PLEASE BE THE FATHER OF MY CHILDREN!!!”

 

 

“I’VE SAVED MY VIRGNITY JUST FOR YOU, OPPA!!!”

“WAIT, IS HE HOLDING HANDS WITH SOMEONE WHO ISN’T BAEKHYUN OPPA OR ANY OF OUR PRECIOUS SNSD UNNIES?!”

 

 

“THEY’RE RUNNING AWAY!!!!!!”

 

 

“EVERYONE, AFTER THEM!!!!!!!”

 

 

Oh .

 

 

Yup, that definitely seemed like a blast from the past. Oh why did she ever choose the idol life? But then again, the idol life chose her.

 

 

Her legs weren’t engineered for speed especially for circumstances involving escaping the clutches of a vicious pack of hormonal female vixens more commonly known as the obsessive—slash, possessive fanatics of SME’s current breakthrough male idol group. Fortunately for her, Chanyeol was able to pull them into a hidden alley just in the nick of time.

 

 

What sheer dumb luck.

 

 

“Woah, that was close!” The male rapper sigs in relief, carelessly leaning himself against the graffiti wall as he tries to regain the oxygen back into his system. “Hey, look! A dead squirrel. Let’s prank Baekhyun with this!” He notches his head sideways, concern etched on his unperturbed face. “Amber…dude…are you okay?”

 

 

Amber’s appearance was barely fathomable; hair askew in ways she couldn’t begin to describe, her clothing practically drenched in unwanted sweat and her face flushed both from the survival marathon and new found anger issues. God, please restrain me from showing this idiot against the wall. Like the civil human being she tries to be, she calmly slaps the decomposed tree-dwelling rodent from the taller male’s clearly contaminated hands.

 

 

“Seriously, do I look okay to you, Chanyeol?!”

 

 

“Uhhh…you look—“

 

 

“On second thought, don’t even answer that.” Amber suddenly cringes her nose, finally taking notice of the literal wasteland they’re surrounded in. “Ugh, what the hell is that stench?”

 

 

“That my friend is the stench of discovery!” Chanyeol replies almost similarly as to a brainless pink starfish from the longest running kids’ show.

 

 

If it weren’t for the centralized garbage infested fragrance that was currently short circuiting her brain cells, she would have shipped his body parts to a den full of cannibals. “I’ll just pretend you’re on crack and mentally unstable to converse coherently with me.” She palms her face, scanning warily at their current environment.  “Shisus, what’re we even doing here?”

 

 

Chanyeol spaces out a bit, as if trying to register the previous scenes which led them to this cliché abandoned alley venue with a supposed to be damsel in distress. As if a magical light bulb illuminated his beyond repair cranium, he instinctively paws the masonry wall like a madman.

 

 

“Damn it, where’s the damn lever?” He yelps uncharacteristically as he accidentally chips one of his untrimmed fingernails across a broken surface.

 

 

Amber controls herself from knocking his head against the wall and leave his body for the sasaengs to salvage. She should have just remained in her solemn fortress of pillows and mourn over her non-existent love life ‘til midnight.

 

 

“For the millionth, trillionth, whatever-nth time, you’re not the descendant of Dobby and neither does Diagon Alley or the Chamber of Secrets exist! Okay?! Sheesh…when we get back, I’m burning all of your Harry Potter merchandise.” For one, she positively knows that her Dobby-esque friend is drug-free and is just seemingly an overly high happy virus on the daily basis but this situation is starting to question her views. Second, she herself is an avid fan of the aforementioned movie/book franchise but not to the extent of jumping from the third floor of a building with only a broomstick and a store bought wand. Maybe he’s really on crack…

 

 

“Well, maybe not the Chamber of Secrets but the ChanBer of Secrets still exists.” The sudden grin on his face elicits something within her; something she had long buried along with her past. 

 

 

“Chanyeol—“

 

Everything was left unsaid as the latter’s hand submerges slightly against the brickwork, revealing a hidden compartment. Swiftly, he manoeuvres the handle sideways and voila, Amber swears she might be hallucinating from all the decaying matter her poor lungs had to endure. Almost like a scene from a fantasy film, the graffiti filled brick wall suddenly unveils a hidden passageway, cobwebs and all with a line of antique gas lamps to add up to the mystical entrance.

 

 

“Told you it was real—“ His merriment was cut short as the smaller-by-a-feet female clamps his mouth shut as she unnervingly clutches his outstretched hand.

 

 

“Not another word, Park. Not. Another. Word.” She says, trying her best to appear and sound nonchalant as if the medieval-esque hallway wasn’t giving her the chills.

 

 

Nearly a minute has passed as they finally reached the end of the suffocating tunnel, coming face-to-face with a life-sized crudely drawn hippopotamus adorned with what seemed like a Victorian-styled dress, and a towering ice cream thing on top of its head, enclosed in a century-old frame. All of a sudden the portion where its eyes were located shifts sideways, revealing a familiar pair of daunting dark colored eyes.

 

 

“Password?” Came its gruff reply, pointed eyes fixated firmly on Amber. The hell…

 

 

“OMG this is a cult, isn’t it?! Or some mafia, gangster drug dealers that you owe money—” With an unsanitary hand clamped tightly on , Amber thrashes away, knocking down an innocent trashcan onto the cold concrete.

 

 

“Luminos Maxima.” Chanyeol musters to say, struggling a bit as his so-called partner-in-crime continues to disentangle herself from his iron-like limbs.

 

 

The unknown person behind the portrait rolls its eyes indignantly at the display before him but nevertheless, permits entry to them both. As the door opens, so does Amber’s mouth.

 

 

“What in the hell…”

 

 

Laid before her eyes was what seemed like a simple layout of a typical fully occupied urban café and though it may seem average at first sight, the second look highlighted a lot of peculiarities; the smell of butterbeer, Honeydukes, four distinctly familiar emblems and broomsticks used differently from its actual purpose. Can it really be…

 

 

“Welcome curious wanderers to every magical beings’ escape, slash, sanctuary, Diagon Alley—oh…it’s just Dobby Potter and little Miss Llama Mudblood. Fancy seeing you two losers here.”

 

 

Now that was a complete eye opener right in the feels of an avid HP fan who secretly yearned for a letter from the fictional exclusive school of witchcraft and wizardry up until this age. Such broken English grammar and poor excuse of a British accent could ruin one’s fantasy of solving the mystery behind the disappearance of Voldemort’s nose any day but being called a mudblood will send anyone over the edge with untamed rage and wedgie wielding powers.

 

 

“YAOUUCCCCCCCCHHHHH! SWEET BABY VOLDEMORT IN KNICKERS, MAKE HER STOPPPPP!”

 

 

Immediately, Chanyeol makes a beeline to stop Amber from obliterating the existence of the human troll’s only pair of actual balls. “Amber, stop. He didn’t mean to—“

 

 

“Didn’t mean it? This little er just called me a mudblood and you’re telling me that—wait a minute…Jongdae?” Tch, no wonder that awful accent sounded familiar. She thought as she finally unclasped her hand from Jongdae’s tighty-whities and watched him scurry like the albino ferret he was meant to be. “Yah, why was he dressed like Draco Malfoy? Is this a set for your segment on EXO show time or what?” She squints her eyes a bit as if her eyes weren’t small enough; spotting a number of familiar faces amongst the crowd that weren’t exactly her label mates. “Holy . Chanyeol, look! Isn’t that Yifan dressed like a royal fool with Chaerin-sunbae? Is that even allowed now? Where exactly is the film crew?”  

 

 

“Weren’t you listening a while ago? This is an escape sanctuary for every ‘magicial’ beings, meaning artists and idols like us, duh; no paparazzi, no manipulative CEOs running our lives 24/7 like we’re robots and certainly no crazy sasaengs.”

 

 

Amber’s retort stays behind her wide open mouth as a shriek emerges from the front of the counter. Yifan who was actually dressed as Professor Quirrell was now a recipient of a powerful slap from none other than South Korea’s resident baddest female. From the sounds of Huang Zitao’s loud unreliable gossiping, 2NE1’s fierce leader was rather pissed at EXO-M’s credit card’s greasy wooing skills and resolved to backhanding his overly confident cheekbones. Yeah, that seems completely reasonable. But alas, after one slap came another powerful backhand, followed by drenching the man who’s twice her size with a bottle of overpriced red currant rum. What a sight indeed but what seemed like a never ending shocker had a pièce de résistance which happened to be a cliché scene between a hard-to-get girl kissing her persistent and overly attached admirer right on the lips.

 

 

“What the hell did I just witness?”

 

 

Already confused from the beginning, her queries fell only in the ears of her elf-eared companion as the underground sanctum erupts in cheerful roars and jeering catcalls. First Chaerin slaps the BB cream off Yifan’s face, then the CC cream, completely lathers him in pro-aging liquid, then the humiliation ends with a classic true love’s kiss. That’s their version of a happy ending? I guess that’s how leaders roll…I think? Dear God, why do I suddenly feel so lonely and unloved? Ugh, cons of being a female.

 

 

“I dunno, some kind of voodoo love ritual between leaders?” He uselessly adds up, shrugging in a non-committal manner as he handed her a matching Gryffindor robe Jongdae had wordlessly handed to him moments ago.

 

 

“Why exactly did you bring me here, Chanyeol?” probes Amber, slipping the garment through her arms as Chanyeol does the same.

 

 

“You seemed pretty down and you did say you wanted to be anywhere but the SME building, plus I wanted to make it up to you for not warning you about the SEKAI thing. So being the awesome best friend that I am, I thought I’d bring you someplace free from all the scripted , crazy stressful environment and overly bearing stalker-ish fans and be around with the other chosen ones.”

 

 

“Chosen ones?”

 

 

“You know what I mean.” For the first time that day, the lanky maroon-haired lad beamed like how a normal person should; no eye twitching and teeth not exceeding thirty two. “Now, come on. We’ve been standing her like half-wits ages ago. Let’s get some ice cream or whatnot, my treat! Like old times, you know.”

 

 

“You put the ‘hot’ in hot fudge sundae.”

 

 

“Oh come on, that’s so cheesy!”

 

 

“Yeah, but it made you blush.”

 

 

“Shut up!”

 

 

As memories started replaying on its own accord, the uneasiness suddenly claws its way back to Amber’s system, sending her into a frenzied moment of erratic heartbeats. The moment though doesn’t last long, completely shattering into pieces that pierced right through her love-longing heart as she comes face-to-face with the barista. As his head whirls to her direction, so does the pit of her stomach.

 

 

“So, what’ll it be—Amber noona?”

 

 

“T-Taeho…”

 

 

This was supposed to be a comforting sanctuary not a cemetery for broken hearts to be relieved then trampled upon again. Was Cupid really determined to diminish of what’s let of her dignity? What cruel fate.

 

 

Sensing the awkward pause and the coarse atmosphere, Chanyeol decides to break the ice and metaphorically, the fringed barista’s unprepared shoulder. “Weasley, my man!”

 

 

“Dobby! Yah, Shouldn’t you be Weasley since you’re like a ginger now?” the multi-talented bassist returns the friendly punch, cackling away in the same bass tone.

 

 

Chanyeol feigns offense, dramatically clutching the left side of his chest.  “For your information, the instructions said it was vampire red.”

 

 

“What’s the diff? Anyway,” Taeho, more referred as Teo, shifts his attention to the short haired girl. “It’s nice to see you again, noona!” He grins from ear to ear, and Amber swears she almost forgot that the man before her was the main reason behind her moping and self-decretory remarks all because of unrequited love. “Hey, remember that one time you wanted salted caramel ice cream with California maki? Dude, we serve that stuff here!”

 

 

“Seriously, you still crave for that nasty concoction?” Amber continues to play the deaf-mute card, though the obvious growl of her stomach betrayed her so-called act. “Alright, suit yourself. I’m having what she’s having, man.”

 

 

“Awesome. Since today’s Valentine’s day, both of you will be served with our complementary black currant and ostrea edulis ice cream float.”

 

 

“Uh, I have no idea what that is but that sounds cool. Okay, let me just get my—uh oh, I think I left my wallet.”

 

 

Emerging from her sleep like trance, her restrain switch turns off as her inner self rages out from its confines. “You think?!”

 

 

Thank goodness Lunafly’s maknae was there to save the day and Chanyeol from being strangled like a ragged doll.

 

 

“Chillax, guys. Today’s a special holiday, remember? With every holiday comes a special treat. All customers are entitled to the complementary dessert,”

 

 

“Hell yes!” Chanyeol fist bumps the air, also accidentally punching an unsuspecting GOT7 member who happened to bit shorter than him and wanted nothing but another round of butterbeers for him and his date. “Oops. I’m really sorr—Oww! I said, I was sorry!”

 

 

“As I was saying…the dessert comes with a simple price.”

 

 

“Hell no, I don’t like the sound of that.”

 

 

“Come on, don’t worry. No money or credit cards involved or harmed in the process. All you have to do to avail to the dessert is to do one simple thing: Pay with a kiss.”

 

 

“WHAT?!”

 

P-Pay with a kiss? Maybe this was all a set up and just when she’s about to take the bait, Ashton Kutcher would pop of nowhere and tell her she just got punk’d. Or maybe today’s actually April fool’s day and everyone planned all this conniving conspiracy, dragging Taeho and Chanyeol with all of this because her love life is a joke. Like how every misfortune always manages to come to her, none of her previous thoughts happens. Taeho’s still standing right in front of them with arms crossed to his chest, waiting patiently for both her and Chanyeol to pay up and Chanyeol’s still as dumfounded as her.

 

 

“What do you mean, ‘what’? Didn’t you read the sign? I mean, it’s like plastered everywhere!”

 

 

 How come they never noticed any of the glaringly neon posters practically wallpapered around the vicinity? Oh why didn’t she stick to her gut feeling and vamoosed to prevent their current conversation from ever happening at all?

 

 

“Chanyeol, let’s just go and—”

 

 

“Taeho Oppa!”

 

 

Then all of a sudden, right at the bottom of her sanity and sense of rationality, a circuit blew up; a blazing fire ignited, burning every feeling of restraint and goodwill; her inner GZB she didn’t know she had unexpectedly takes over.

 

“—do this thing.”

 

 

“Huh? What are you—”

 

 

 And just like that, Amber defied the most sacred rule of the holy book of best friends and committed the most taboo act of all.

 

 

She kissed Chanyeol right on the lips.  

 

 

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Yes, I know. This is the 3rd time I left a cliffhanger >.< I actually have the second part 'Amber and twelve trolls' almost done. And yeah, other stuff hehe. I'll try my best not to take so long. COMMENTS & UPVOTES ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED :D :D

 

NOTE: Please do inform me if there any typos or grammatical errors. :D

 

Oh and by the way, I'M A 5TH YEAR NOW! WOOHOOOO~yeah, it sounds so exciting at first. The thesis, almost graduating and stuff but I know it's all going to be worth it. I know I'll be busy with my thesis but I'll still try my very best to update :D kyaaaaaaa, then after that apprenticeship, then board exam and hopefully I'll pass and I'll finally become a registered and licensed Architect! fdshbfjksdngfd dream big always!

 

I almost forgot, I haven't actually been up to date with the news but seriously, KRIS IS NOT PART OF EXO ANYMORE?? I mean for reals already? That's a bit of a downer but even so, EXO will always be 12 to be just like how 2PM will always be 7, Super Junior will always be 15, DBSK will always be 5, SS501 will always be 5 and Alexander and Dongho will always be part of UKISS. djfnjsdf

 

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YOU WILL, WON'T CHA? :D

 

WON'T CHA? :D :D :D 

 

Lol, just kidding. I'm not forcing any of you to buy anything haha maybe hoping you'll take it into consideration? 

 

 

I'll be back again to update my fics and maybe some of this?