| Fan Fiction |
by Seo.Tai.Mi [Sung.ii.ee]
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It was only a matter of months until Young Saeng’s name was written in every magazine and newspaper. His creations get more and more popular by day. Your wardrobe can’t be complete without an YStyle dress! Same goes for the jewelry cases. There isn’t any case without an YStyle necklace or pair of earrings.
It also was just a matter of months until he figured out that his feelings for Abby started growing. Not only that he likes the way she works as his secretary, but more. The way she runs through the office, when she brings the tea, the sweetness in her words when she speaks, her angelic figure, even her clumsiness. Everything.
He’s been wondering for some time what made him strike to success so easily, considering all those times when he failed, and thought that he’d succeed. He started supposing a connection between Abby and the events that happened since he met her. Maybe he did all these to impress her, leading himself to success?
“Young Saeng! You have a new request!” Abby shouted through the office, from underneath the paperwork skyscrapers on her desk. She woke up Young Saeng from his philosophizing stage.
“What kind?”
“Fashion Parade.”
“Yeah, just put it on my-… Wait… Parade...?”
“Yeah!” Abby popped her head out. “Isn’t it great?”
Young Saeng’s face was totally straight. How could have he sustained one? Money isn’t a problem, but the models. He doesn’t have any models, except those plastic ones, like dolls.
“Abby, help me. I need help.”
“I’m right here!”
“Do you know anyone that could be a model? I don’t have any models!”
“Shall I phone to the Model Agencies around?”
“Yeah, please.”
“No problem.” Abby picked up the phone and started dialing a couple of numbers.
Young Saeng didn’t take his eyes off her – she didn’t realize it. She was too busy with her work. His eyes were fixed on the motion of her lips. Young Saeng stood still, with a rough sketch and a pencil in his hand. What was going to happen next?
”Young Saeng! Good news!” Abby shouted, making Young Saeng leap in his seat.
“You got models?”
”Yeah, from the Seoul Center Management Agency. I never thought THEY would give us any models.”
“What did you say?! SCMA?! Oh gosh…” Young Saeng started walking worried, back and forth, through the office, rushing his hands through his hair.
“Worried…? You’re worried?! Aren’t you stupid!” Abby blurted.
Hearing the word “stupid” aimed at him, Young Saeng felt a bit insulted. He stopped in his track, then went to the desk and sunk in his chair. Abby knew that her mouth spoke without her, so she went towards his desk.
“L-…Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you stupid…”
But Young Saeng just wouldn’t answer. He got lost through his own thoughts and didn’t want to come back to reality.
Abby sighed heavily.
“Fine then. Stay there. But don’t come complain to me that you’re behind in schedule with something.”
After Abby sat down, behind the huge piles of paperwork, Young Saeng lifted his looks – she wasn’t next to his desk anymore.
‘Too late to apologize now, I suppose?’ he thought. ‘Maybe after schedule, I’ll take her out…’
Abby avoided Young Saeng’s look all those long work hours. Until the clock rang 5pm. She gathered her things, scattered along her desk, shoved them angrily in her briefcase and reached to leave.
Young Saeng was still in his chair. As Abby reached the door, he finally said something.
“Leaving without saying goodbye?”
Abby was about to grab the doorknob, but hearing his words, she stopped.
*ring ring*
“I’m sorry. I have to go. Phone’s ringing.”
Abby ran in the halls, slamming the door behind her. She was about to reach the restroom, but her crisis came earlier than expected. Collapsing on the floor, she dropped the phone from her hand and lost consciousness.
Young Saeng heard a loud thump outside the office, but didn’t mind what it was.
‘It takes her too long to come back… Wait… What if she doesn’t?!’ he thought.
In an instant, he threw all his stuff together in his case and ran into the halls.
Abby was still there, trying to reach the phone. In her desperate failures, the angel finally left the body. Young Saeng just stood there amazed, trying to figure out what’s going on.
While the body was unusually calm, Abby tried keeping Young Saeng’s mind lucid, not trying to ask himself what’s going on. She knew she wasn’t allowed to God-mod, but she had no choice right now.
It was an advantage to her that Young Saeng didn’t see the angel. She cupped his face in her palms and touched their foreheads. This way, she could oblige his mind to think a specific thing. In this case, thinking that the Abby that he knows just tripped and fell, spraining her ankle.
“Abby, are you okay?” he asked, a bit of worry visible in his voice.
Abby still held her forehead onto his, a river of thoughts flowing between the angel and Young Saeng’s mind. Her eyes shot open when she heard him, then he went closer to the body, lying unconscious on the floor. She rapidly got back into the body, trying to avoid any revealance of her disease.
“I’m okay! I just tripped…”
“Be more careful on high heels next time, okay?” Young Saeng helped her get up.
“It’s okay, it’s okay! I told you, I just tripped and sprained my ankle!”
Young Saeng was 100% skeptic about this.
‘It didn’t seem like tripping at all. I understand spraining an ankle by tripping, but you should have at least cried in pain, right?’
“That means I’ll drive you home.”
“No, I’ll go by myself! I’ll take the bus!”
”And how will you walk from the bus station to your home with a sprained ankle?” Young Saeng was kinda angry. Where’s the deep, shy and mysterious Young Saeng that Abby knew?
“Here, be careful where you step.” He helped her get in the car, next to the driver’s seat.
Abby stood silent all the way home. Saying a word may raise suspicions in Young Saeng’s vision over her… “sprained ankle”. But it wasn’t the only reason to be silent. Lost deep into her thoughts, she was trying to figure out how to cease the feelings she has been developing all this time for Young Saeng. It was obvious she liked him. St. Peter knew it, but he didn’t raise the subject even once in all those time he called to check on the situation. Abby knew she isn’t allowed to fall in love, especially with a human. Her life on Earth was ephemeral. Falling in love and then disappearing would start an Angel’s Cry.
‘They say love knows no boundaries… They say, they believe!’ she shouted to herself inside her thoughts.
Young Saeng didn’t keep an eye off the road. Instead his calm appearance, it was a psychological war inside. He knew, he KNEW he loved Abby. As much as he tried to hide it, he felt like he couldn’t hold it back any more. It was clear – he should tell her just after he gets to her home. He nodded to himself, kind-of way to boost up his confidence.
It started raining – softly, warm. You wouldn’t even realize it was raining if you wouldn’t feel the cold drops on your skin, against the oppressiveness in the air. It wasn’t long until they reached Abby’s block of flats. Young Saeng opened the door Abby was facing and took her hand. Just as they connected, the flow of emotions running from one to the other could be visible. The special thing about this pairing is that they don’t love each other in the meaning of craving each other’s flesh, but they love passionately, purely, as children do, in a non-lustful way.
“Wh-... What floor do you live on?” Young Saeng finally managed to pull out a couple of coherent words.
“1st. I can walk by myself, thanks…” she tried avoiding any kind of look that connected their eyes, snatching her hand free.
“A-… Abby!” Young Saeng shouted after Abby almost reached the block of flats.
“What is it?” she turned around, thinking it may be important, if he didn’t delay it. Surely was it important.
“I-… I l-… I mean… You… You l-…”
“I what?”
“You l-… You left your briefcase in the backseat.”
“Oh, why didn’t you tell that earlier? I was about think where it would be… Thanks, Young Saeng!” Abby pretended not to know anything, then grabbed her briefcase from his hands.
Young Saeng was disappointed of his own words. Why wasn’t he coherent at all in his confession? Why didn’t he actually confess to her?! He’s been waiting so long for this chance… Seeing Abby close the door behind her, he felt that this chance was totally wasted. Maybe their love just wasn’t right. But how could he get along with the idea? Probably by dating someone else…?
He could just go with the wave – if he could resist single until now, why wouldn’t he resist from now on?
Still, if he found another girl, it’s still possible that he’d love in her the image of Abby.
She finally reached home. Flipping her phone, she saw who called her – St. Peter. She didn’t bother calling back, the reason of his call was obvious.
Abby reached for her diary and started jotting down what happened.
“ Dear Diary,
I’m sorry for not writing for so long, but I’ve been really busy lately. Especially since YStyle is so popular nowadays…
I would call St. Peter, asking for a couple of advice. I mean, I assured him I won’t be developing any kind of feelings towards Young Saeng, but now they’re too strong for me to handle. Being immaterial, I can’t desire his body, but his love. I feel that this is the thing I need. Maybe, by his love, I’ll become material. Theoretically, impossible.
I’m afraid of the Angel’s Cry, diary. If St. Peter finds out that I like-… wait, no… I LOVE Young Saeng, and then I disappear, his soul will be totally shattered. I don’t want that to happen, I’m here to make him happy!
I’m wondering why my Thoughts Flow didn’t work. When our foreheads met and I was supposed to transfer some thoughts. Is it because he doesn’t believe in angel? Well, possibly.
He stopped me before I got in the block. His voice was so shy it was absolutely adorable. It was obvious that he didn’t want to tell me only that I forgot my briefcase in his car… It’s no doubt about his feelings. I’m an angel, right? And I could feel them. They aren’t recent. Just their deepness is recent. But I don’t want to start the Angel’s Cry. How can I avoid him?
Answer should come: I can’t. “
Abby interrupted her writing session when she heard her cellphone ring. But it wasn’t St. Peter, it was a text message. Flipping it over, she saw that it was from Young Saeng.
“Abby… Sorry for earlier. The thing I wanted to say wasn’t about the briefcase. I think you already know it. My actions were a bit obvious, right? Hehe…
Can you imagine any kind of… Y`… Y`know… Relationship… Between us? More than friendship? Text me back when you’ve decided…
P.S.: I can’t believe I managed to pull these words out…”
Abby’s heart almost stopped. A relationship between her and Young Saeng?
“But… But I can’t… What should I say now…”
She blabbered some incoherent gibberish in her answer message and then a “Yes”. She thought of a way to break up then. Maybe it will work.
…. Maybe not.