| Fan Fiction |
by Kinra
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Screaming: “I love you, I love you”
When the wind still blows your words away
Can you say you believe me?
If sweet lies don’t work anyway
Loose your reality
Even dreamers can stay
Just for one night
We ought to live forever
Just for one night
We can be awake…
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The music was coming from ear-phones, reaching my brain, with rhythmical vibrations. I never liked rap, and this was the first time when I’m listening to something that was even compared with poetry once. Nevertheless this was the perfect background for my mood right now.
-Changmin, - I heard low voice calling me.
-Yes, manager?
-I have something to discus with you.
Every time he would call me like this, I knew he really has something important to say, and it’s certainly not about my salary or vacation. I wasn’t often invited in his cabinet; it was Yunho, who did all the business. I almost forgot how this dark and stuffy room looked, how it made you feel every time you cross the threshold.
I never asked how old he was, but his balding head in the back, gave away that he’s fifty or so. Anyway, his age wasn’t an obstacle, to keep us under control. And even if we didn’t feel respect for him, fear and his higher position, always made us to obey. He didn’t say anything until he comfortably occupied his leather armchair, making it known who’s the boss, and who’s the prey today.
-Changmin, I heard bad rumors about you.
-Well, there always are people who love to talk, I can’t shut their mouth, - I replied trying to ignore this topic, since I already knew what he had in mind.
-Don’t fuck around with me, Changmin, you’re in deep shit, and you know it. Do you even imagine how much I had to pay for photos of your lifeless smut?
How the hell I’m supposed to know, I didn’t ask him, neither I had deals with reporters, moreover I was knocked out and really lifeless as he said himself.
-What? Have you swallowed your voice now?- he asked again.
-I’m sorry manager, it won’t happen again, - I bowed.
-And how can I be sure of that, Changmin? Can you prove me? If you feel like dying then I can help you, com to my office, I’ll bring the boys and they will kick those thoughts out of you.
-I promise, manager, it was misunderstanding.
-Really? Can you tell me more about that misunderstanding?
-I just got poisoned; I had a headache and took wrong pills.
-Really? A headache? That’s not what I heard…I don’t have time for your games, so listen well. If ever again I see a woman making a mess around you, or other boys, I promise it won’t get away this easily…So, please, while I’m asking nicely, behave well, if you don’t want anyone to ride a wheelchair. Get it?
-But, manager, I …
-What? Do you still have something to say, Changmin? Didn’t you hear me well? Because if you didn’t I guess I have no choice as just leave you in that house again. Did you already forget your home? Did you forget how does it feel to starve and be beaten up by that man?! Do you want me to remember you that? Do you?!
-No, manager, I…
-Good, because if you don’t, you’ll know how to act, but if our points of view are different this time, then I can’t help you, Changmin. Your famous life already cost me enough. I can’t believe that this is how you show your gratitude…
-No, manager, I will…
-Aish, just shut up and go, don’t you have work to do?
-Yes, - I bowed and turned to leave.
-Remember what I told you, Changmin, remember well, if you don’t want anyone to get hurt…especially that girl, Alexandra, right?
I didn’t answer and left the room slamming the door with all my force. How this son of a bitch, dares to threaten me, dares to speak like this about Alex. And when did he find out about her?
I have to think of something, and fast…If he doesn’t know all the truth, we might get away from it without any bad consequences…I just need to find Jae, until his not brain washed by our manager, until we have some time on our side.