| Fan Fiction |
by Seo.Tai.Mi [Sung.ii.ee]
“You look so nice, Young Saeng!” Abby was arranging Young Saeng’s tie.
“Th-… Thanks, Abby…” he answered a bit shyly. Even more shy than he usually is.
“I’m so proud of you! See where you are now? Ah, I wish I was you right now!” she joked.
“I’m too nervous so I could laugh right now!” Young Saeng stomped his feet.
He was right. It wasn’t his first fashion parade. He should be used to it. But his nervousness was due to something else.
“You’ll present the bride dress, right? I mean… You MUST!”
“Huh? But…”
“Come on! It looks so nice!” Abby circled the head-and-arm less mannequin wearing the luxurious YStyle bride dress.
It was his first bride’s creation. It had two pieces – the corset, tight and strapless. It was made of a satin-like material and decorated with baby blue pearls in the shape of a regal butterfly. As a drop of stylish, Young Saeng preferred adding a slightly visible heart made of translucent sequins just under the butterfly.
As for the skirt, there aren’t enough words to describe its unbounded beauty. It held a slight Victorian accent, as it was made of several parts – the underskirt, keeping the layers above pretty and puffy. Then, the second layer was made of silk – snow white silk, shimmering its delicate waves in the light. The last layer was practically transparent, only meant to hold the One Thousand and One silk & pearl decorative roses.
Young Saeng had his own, personal reasons to make the dress as beautiful as possible. For a specific person… Maybe?
“Young Saeng, what high heels do you think would match this outfit?” a spoiled model asked him in a squeaky voice, Supposingly seducing.
“Uhm… 3rd shelf, first blue pair.” He answered coldly, not seeming even a bit impressed by her behavior.
Abby groaned in annoyance and muttered some slight swearing words under her breath, shooting hatred arrows towards the model – Jang Sun Hye, self-proclaimed “Sunny”. She was so unbearably cheesy and falsely sweet it was 150% annoying and stupid at the same time. Not only that she’s supposed to be the best looking model in the SCMA, but the best one in all the model entertainment agencies in Korea, with dozens of documents and diplomas theoretically increasing her beauty and popularity. She’s the most craved person… I mean body… in Korea at the moment.
“Abby, can you come over a bit?” Young Saeng called her name. Gosh, did it sound lovely coming out of his mouth…
“What is it? What do I need to help you with?”
“Can you direct the models? I mean… Just as you did until now, you know your job, right?” he scratched the back of his head, chuckling easily in lack of words.
“S-… Sure… I mean, I’ve been doing it until now…”
“Okay then. I’ll see you after the show.” Then he poofed into the crowd, walking back and forth through the backstage.
“You heard him, girls, give your best on the stage!” Abby tried encouraging them. A part of them seemed to be pretty friendly, but the others were totally insupportable… Thinking that they’re the best beings on Earth, everyone else would be under their feet, everything in this World is meant to satisfy them, no matter the reason: money, cigarettes, makeup, sex.
“Who do you think you are to tell me where to go?! I’m going where I want to!”
”I’m just doing my job so please shut-…”
“I don’t care what your job is, you’re just so stupid you can’t understand my words… ah! Now look, you’re about to ruin my makeup!”
”Shut your trap and get on the stage!” Abby shouted at the overly egocentric model.
“Huh! Shouldn’t you be fired for your impertinence!” the model finally disappeared, walking angrily on the stage.
“I can’t take it anymore, Young Saeng. I’m gonna DIE one day because of people like THAT!” she stressed the last word, pointing to the stage.
“Calm down, everything’s gonna be alright…”
“You’re always saying that!”
“No need to be irascible now! Aish, I’m gonna die there…”
“Young Saeng? Where are you?” the director was calling for him.
“Is there anything wrong, director?”
”We’re short in one model, Young Saeng.”
“Replace her, what’s so difficult?”
“It’s TOO difficult to make both a reminiscence of the parade with all the outfits and then the bride dress being short in a model…”
“We never were short in a model! Who’s absent?!”
“No one is, Young Saeng. You should have requested one more for the bride dress. Now it’s too late – shall you postpone the bride dress release?”
”No way. He’s been working too much on that and it’s too beautiful not to.” Abby intervened.
Young Saeng gulped dry and started walking back and forth, worrying for the fate of the bride dress release.
“I have an idea –“ the director interrupted.
“What is it now?” Young Saeng sighed heavily.
“Why won’t you put Abby as a model?”
Abby dropped her glasses on the ground, along with the chart of the models she was holding in her hand. Her eyes were widely opened, and her jaw was hanging low in a nuzzled amazement.
“M-…ME?! But I’m not a model!”
“But you could be…” the director was scanning her body from head to toes, trying to figure out if she could fit in the bride dress. “I think it suits you, try it on at least!”
Young Saeng looked at Abby and then the bride dress, nodding his head easily, in response. He knew the bride dress would fit Abby perfectly, who else would have it been created for?
“Yeah, go try it on…”
“Young Saeng! I’m not a model! I don’t know how to turn on the catwalk! I’m modeling-retarded! I don’t know! I can’t!” Abby tried backing away from the backstage, but accidentally bumped into the director. “Yah! Get your hands off me, I don’t wanna!” she shouted, trying to get out of his grip. But he was too strong.
The director shoved Abby in the dressing room, along with the bride dress.
“Go change behind those. I’m staying RIGHT HERE.” He stressed the last words then sat on the big chair in front of the makeup table.
Abby pouted and had no choice but obey. She went behind the paper wall and started taking off her clothes.
Young Saeng easily stepped into the room, not trying to make any noise. His intentions were good, he just wanted to find out if Abby managed to get dressed – and most of all, he wanted to see how she looks like.
“How’s everything going?” he whispered to the director.
The director didn’t answer – he just pointed to the paper wall with his chin. Then he got up and patted Young Saeng’s shoulder, sitting him on the chair.
“Good luck!” he whispered to Young Saeng and got out of the room silently.
Young Saeng was unwillingly starting amazed at the shadows behind the paper wall. The swift yet delicate moves, her perfect body, her long flowing hair, every detail of her angelic silhouette.
Abby was unaware of what was about to happen. She just knew she had to put the dress on. She took the corset and put it on her slender torso. As she pulled up the zipper, she realized that it was just the size she needed – how come? Next step – the skirt. It seemed a bit too long for her, but as she stepped into the pearl white high heels, YStyle, of course, she saw that it’s just the perfect length.
The nice thing – for her at least – is that it didn’t have a veil; but it had gloves. She took out the gloves from their case with delicate moves – they were made of white lace and sprinkled with glitter. Abby pulled them on her arms, their end reaching her elbow. The gloves had no fingers, but a slight accessory that looked like a silver ring, put on the middle finger, that held it in its place. The silver ring was decorated with slightly visible sapphires. They were rather small, but shone so beautifully it was breath taking.
“Director, I’m embarrassed… I… I don’t look good, it doesn’t fit me!”
“Just come out!”
“Y-... Young Saeng?! No! No, no, I won’t come out!”
“Please…”
His pleading voice almost broke Abby’s heart. She knew she had to come out. She easily made her way from behind the paper wall. Young Saeng was sitting cross-legged on the chair. As he saw Abby and the beauty radiating from her, his jaw dropped to the floor. He was totally astonished. How could a simple girl hold such an unbounded beauty? His heart was about to jump out of his chest, his face became flushed red.
“I-… I told you it doesn’t fit me…”
“Nonsense…” he managed to pull out a word.
The brainstorm in his mind was uncontrollable – his love for Abby held no boundaries, but he felt that it was something -- a slight but fatal thing that kept them apart. Young Saeng never thought about that thing, but, instead, tried thinking how to pass over it.
“Can I change back now…?” Abby broke the silence.
“N-… No, no you can’t! You’ll go on that stage wearing the dress!” Young Saeng stepped over his shy side.
“What?! You’re kidding me!”
”You like it?”
”Of course I like it!”
”Then please wear it on the stage. It would be the best thing that ever happened to me… Please, Abby. You wouldn’t know how much it means to me!”
It wasn’t the first time they had such a deep eye contact, but both Abby and Young Saeng felt their hearts racing. Their bodies were acting as being controlled by each other; Young Saeng was leaning in, closer to Abby and so did she. As they were mere inches away, they closed their eyes and held their breath.
If it weren’t for the director to come in and ruin the moment, they would have kissed… I mean… No, start the Angel’s Cry. He was truly amazed seeing what was about to happen in the dressing room. He gasped and covered his mouth.
“Dude, I’m sorry! I-… I shouldn’t, I mean…!” he didn’t finish his sentence, but blurted out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Neither did Abby nor Young Saeng realize what they were about to do. As they turned their heads and saw the almost inexistent distance between their faces, they both got bright red and moved away, avoiding any kind of eye-contact, but trying to catch at least slight glimpses of each other. When Abby caught Young Saeng looking at her, he would look away and vice versa.
There was a knock at the door.
“Yeah?” Young Saeng answered.
“Bride dress, 3 minutes!” the director announced.
“Okay.” Young Saeng shouted, so the director could hear him from behind the closed door, then he turned his attention back to Abby.
Young Saeng got up and helped Abby do the same – it was pretty difficult to get up when you’re on high heels and wearing such a luxurious dress.
“Thanks. Now as I was saying, you should find another model to do-…”
“I already found it, Abby! I said it’s gonna be you and I’m not trying to argue over this!” Young Saeng stepped over his shy side once again. “But there’s something missing over here.”
“Huh?”
Abby was amazed when Young Saeng came back with a bouquet of pale blue glittered roses. They were countless. Her eyes started shimmering seeing all those pretty flowers, as she almost squealed in excitement.
“They’re so cute, Young Saeng!”
“You like them…?”
”Of course!”
”Then… Please, Abby. Please. You don’t even know how much it would mean to me.”
“Okay then…” Abby sighed heavily, giving up. She knew she had no reason to keep fighting.
Young Saeng smiled and hugged her.
“See? It wasn’t that hard to say “Okay”. Thanks Abby, thanks a lot.”
“So, wait for the models to finish. After the last model turns on the catwalk, you can-… Abby, are you at least listening to me?” the director realized he was almost talking to himself.
“Yeah! I’m attentive!” she blurted, her arm clung tightly to Young Saeng’s.
“What the heck is going on in here?” Sunny made her appearance. “You’re trying to kiss up to Young Saeng, aren’t you…? Huh. You think being his secretary isn’t enough?”
“Leave me alone!” Abby shouted at her.
“Listen to me you little moron – I should be wearing that dress!”
“Oh, just shut the heck up!” the director pushed Sunny away and locked her in the dressing room, letting her bang herself in the door in her desperate tries to escape… And failures, of course.
“As I was saying. When the last model turns around, you go. After you make your little turn on the catwalk, you walk back easily and get Young Saeng.”
“Roger.”
“Tch, now go!” the director almost pushed Abby on the stage, as the last model was about to turn around.
”But I’m excited, I can’t!”
“Just go, don’t ruin everything!”
As she heard the words “ruin everything”, she reluctantly stepped on the stage and tried her best not to trip. Young Saeng was watching over everyone in the backstage through a small screen. The spotlight was on the bride dress. All the flashlights from the cameras shimmered in the pearls and reflected so beautifully through the Fashion Room that it was totally blinding. You could have looked at the sun, but not at Abby’s dress. The cameramen were almost stepping over each other to catch a glimpse of what was called the best creation of the year in the bride’s domains. But then, the question comes – why were the photographers also desperate about catching Abby’s face in their photo?
She was truly excited and fearful at the same time – but an excellent actor would never let that show. She smiled broadly, giving the impression of having practiced modeling all her life. After she turned around, Abby threw the blue roses bouquet in the public, just as the bride’s customs say. She had a moment of random – she took of her high heels and ran barefooted to the backstage, holding her skirt with one hand and then, Young Saeng came from behind the curtains. Abby clung tightly to his arm, again as they walked towards the end of the stage, both smiling as wide as they can. They have the reason to, at least.
All the newspapers from the next day had the photo of Abby and Young Saeng on their first page. The titles were huge; obnoxiously huge for the small pages.
“Young Saeng and his secretary – Love story?”
Neither Abby not Young Saeng bothered to read the newspapers – they never do. Paparazzis always exaggerate when it comes to news about celebrities and someone unknown. Possibly because of their lack of good news to tell.
Young Saeng wanted to call Abby and see why she’s late to work – she never was until now. He became pretty worried. But instead of hearing Abby, he stumbled upon her conversation with St. Peter.
“But I like him!”
”Andres, you can’t.”
“Who says it?!”
”The Angel’s Cry says it, Andres! You want to World to end?!”
“If it was to sacrifice the world for him, I would, Pete. I WOULD!”
‘Who is this “Pete” she’s talking to? Who is she talking about?!’ Young Saeng thought it was better to pose these questions inside his own mind; it wouldn’t be nice to interfere.
“If you love him, Andres, then let him live. I’ll be waiting for you at the Gates.”
“I’m staying right here, Pete. I don’t care.”
“Andres, you said you love him. Let him live.”
“But what will I do?! I’d start an Angel’s Cry by myself, haven’t you imagined?!”
‘Angel’s Cry? What’s happening here?!’
“You’ve resisted until now, you can resist further from now on. Tomorrow, the Gates, Andres. Don’t hesitate to come.”
St. Peter hung up his communication device. But Abby didn’t know her call was still on, as Young Saeng could hear her.
“What will I do now, what the heck’s happening here? I love him so much, I can’t leave! What if Young Saeng finds out the truth…? I’m afraid even of myself… Ah, this World…”
Young Saeng finally felt too disappointed and hung up as well. He thought that it wasn’t him who Abby and “Pete” were talking about, but another guy. As calm as he may seem, jealousy and anger started flowing through his veins instead of blood. He felt he couldn’t restrain himself from the overflowing feelings. He loved Abby so much, and so purely. He thought she loved someone else and that’s the reason of her hesitation.
He can’t allow that. Egocentrism wasn’t something he ever dealt with, but now, it overflowed him, along with the feelings. Young Saeng knew he couldn’t allow Abby to love someone else. Either is she his or somebody else’s, not both’s at the same time… Preferably was she his.
It started raining…