“CL! The one and only! How are you, baby?” Jeremy Scott, world renounced fashion designer squealed as the blonde girl entered the producer’s business room, still a bit daze. He tried to kiss her cheek, but Chaerin seemed to be ignorant with the sweet greeting.

Scott noticed that she was somehow not on the same realm as them.

“Baby?”  He snapped his fingers in front of her as to wake her up.

CL jerked back, waking up from her hazy state of mind and realized that Scott was actually in front of her, “I’m sorry, what?”

Everyone turned to stare at the leader of 2NE1. CL. Baddest Female. Lee Chaerin just said she was sorry, first thing in the morning.

“Still not feeling okay?” It was Yang Hyun Suk. Chaerin turned her head to everyone, only to find out that everyone was gaping at her; from her Producer, to her Manager, their Legal Supervisor, Scott’s Manager, some more staffs, and finally to her Designer friend.

“Uh,” She blinked and shook her head, mainly to temporarily erase the unsettling thoughts that was rumbling on her brain. “I’m sorry. And no, Sajangnim. I’m feeling completely grand today. Sorry for not being her last night.”

CL made her formal vow but Scott dismissed the gesture, urging her to stand straight.

“Oh,” Scott groaned. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I need some Shopping time at Seoul last night anyway. And now that you’re here! Let’s just get this done with! I can’t wait to continue my spree around Seoul with the one and only baddest female!” the designer gushed, obviously thrilled.

“Let’s all seat down,” YG told everyone. Scott grabbed Chaerin’s hand and sat her next to him. As everyone already settled on their seats, the Legal Head  laid down his briefcase, opened it and grabbed the papers that was neatly placed on the case. He passed it to everyone on the room including Scott and CL.

“This really isn’t much,” YG started, and that drew the attention of everyone in the room. “CL, you’re already quite aware of the US Debut that we’re currently organizing for you. We already talked about this before you and the girls gone through your world tour. So just to make a big step forward, I’ll be sending  you to United States itself, to make a mark on the people there. Scott here would be your gateway pass. You’d be going to fashion shows, party, concerts and whatnots that had something or even just a slightest connection with him. You’d be with our next target market.”

“Faningtastic, isn’t it?” Scott cried in excitement, obviously loving the idea of parties with the baddest female.

Everyone turned to look at her, waiting for her to cry on excitement and gush for her bright future ahead as an artist but everyone was in for a grave disappointment. Lee Chaerin was no one near thrilled about it. She was looking blank. Not a single reaction.

Nada.

Actually she had lost it after Yang Hyun Suk announced that she would be going to United States, the rest, she didn’t hear. Didn’t quite care actually.

Cause in her head, she knew she couldn’t, wouldn’t leave the country with her current situation.

Upon taking in the obvious fact that everyone was actually staring at her, waiting for her response, she made a slight smile, (which actually came off more like a wince) and asked, “So… when will this going to actually happen?”

Yang Hyun Suk couldn’t help but lift his brow. A rare phenomenon.

“As soon as possible. We’re thinking it could be within this week or next week, we just need to complete some legal papers and file medical records,” YG said, and against his better judgment asked, “Is there a problem with that?”

The air became thick. She couldn’t no longer breath normally. It was as if everyone knew she was hiding something. The weight of their stares– prying, intrigued, suspicious. She was pinioned. The atmosphere was heavy, and she swore she could hear her breathing drumming against her ears and with it’s every bit, her breathing slows down… until she’s already worried that she won’t no longer hear herself breathing.

“Uh,” that was the first sound that came off her lips before YG signaled everyone to leave the room.

“Meeting’s cancelled. I’ll let you know when we could continue this,” He sighed, massaging his temples. Everyone struck right to action, grabbing their stuff back and placing them to their previous cases. Some staffs were already standing, ready to leave. Scott lifted one of his brow, uncrossed his leg before getting up.

He fixed up his fox fur coat before grabbing CL by the hand once again, “Come on, dear.”

And before Chaerin could even get to her feet, Yang Hyun Suk already opened his mouth to say, “You stay, Lee Chaerin.”

CL visibly gulped, before smiling apologetically to her American designer friend, but Scott just shrugged and kissed her on the cheek instead. “See you later, dearie.”

Scott made his way out of the room, the clicking of his boots echoing loudly with the silence. As the door closed, CL knew that she’s in deep . Well, for a while now.

She knew damn well, what she need to do. Tell YG’s head of the chaos she’s in, received that referral slip and gone over the things she need to do.

Simple.

But she couldn’t seem to do so. Cause at the back of her mind she didn’t think it was that simple. It was never simple.

How can it be? Killing a baby?! How can that be freaking simple! How was denying the right of the child to live, simple? That tiny person, that growing child within her, with no evil inside him or her was not at fault when it was her carelessness that lead her to this state. It was her fault.

It was not the baby inside her.

It was my fault.

And before she could even grasp the ostensibly never ending thoughts that was going on her brain, her hormones acted up and she burst into tears, that made her producer actually flinched with surprise. And unexpectedly, worried.

“Yah, wha– what’s going on?” YG stood up and strode his way to comfort the girl. Chaerin was of those artists, the ones that were actually close to him.

2NE1 was pretty close to him. After the failed attempts on girl groups by YG Ent., he made sure that he would take extra good care with 2NE1. And that he did, without a doubt. Made sure it wasn’t just a company relationship , but a family bond itself. 2NE1 was his girls. And damn, he could, even with his best judgment, kill anyone that hurt or take them away from him.

“I… I’m sorry, Sajangnim.” Chaerin hiccupped, bawling her eyes out, her eye liner and mascara making a complete mess on her face, but the baddest female couldn’t care less about her eye make up anymore. She was in trouble. And trouble, she could only accept.

Yang Hyun Suk –President of YG Entertainment, home of the most famous hallyu groups– could only pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t curse much, but the situation called for it. “.”

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Kris made its way back to his hotel feeling absolutely accomplished. Well, why wouldn’t he? Morning with the baddest female was what he had for breakfast. Couldn’t that be any better?

He grinned. Well, if they did it a couple of more times, it would have been way better. He snickered with his own erted thought, never noticing the weird glance of people who he passed by. Actually, never noticed anyone at all, even the pretty guy that was so obviously waving at him by the Hotel’s Lobby.

His friend was evidently on a good mood, smiling like an idiot, Luhan thought. So instead of just waving, he called him.

“Kris!”

That pulled Kris off of his Chaerin-induced trance. “Oy, yo,” He acknowledged upon looking at the owner of the voice. Lu Han. A dear friend. Instead of going straight to the elevator, he approached him.

“Did something happen? Did you win your case? Because you looked like you do,” Luhan teased.

“HA HA. Very funny. Coming from a man, a pretty man, that was just about to accept the same fate as me,” Kris mocked. “What are you doing here?” He motioned for them to walk to his hotel suite.

“First, I’m a manly man. Don’t forget about that. Second, I’m here to ask you for some legal advice, I kinda want to follow your footstep. Third, you didn’t answer my first question. Did something happen?”

The answer that Luhan only got from his friend, was his infamous smug grin, before the taller Chinese push for the elevator button.

“CL?” Luhan inquired all-knowing, as the door dinged open.

Kris only bit his lower lip to prevent his grin from broadening, tucked his hands inside his pockets and stepped inside the door. He stared at Luhan, still nibbling on his lip, waiting for the shorter Chinese to enter the section. Luhan couldn’t help but discern the slight blush on the cheeks of the former leader of their group.

Luhan could only shook his head at his friend’s cute attempt on hiding the truth, an overly sappy fact that he couldn’t get his head over the baddest female of South Korea.

“She got you good, huh?” Luhan scoffed, letting himself occupy the space next to Kris.

Kris’ grin quickly faltered and was replaced by a questioning frown, “What the heck do you even mean?”

“I meant that you like her.”

Kris did not respond.

Kris could not respond.

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*Chaerin’s*

I’m doomed.

I’m telling you. This is the end of Lee Chaerin.

I wiped the snot that was threatening to spill out of me once again, and tried to fight the strongest urge to glance at Sajangnim, that was there, just sitting next to me, passing me all these rose scented tissues that I’m just staining with my misery.

However, it was inevitable.

So as I set my eyes with the man whom I know I owe more than my life, just staring at me with those arcane look, I knew I was a goner. I’m doomed. I’m dead. I’m ed. (Well yeah, and I’m pregnant to prove that point!)

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