| Fan Fiction |
by Angela
I ordered myself another round of drinks. This is going to be a long and lonely night.
*Jiyong's POV*
I was finishing up the chorus of my song.
"Don’t look back and leave
Don’t find me again and live
Because I have no regrets from loving you, take only the good memories
I can bear it in some way
I can stand in some way
You should be happy if you are like this
I become dull day by day"
SHIT! This whole song is about Kira...
Suddenly I got a call from Youngbae. "Yo, you still with Sunye?" he asked.
"Uh....no. I'm at the studio," I answered. Hopefully he won't catch on that I was lying earlier.
"Stay there, we need to talk." He said before hanging up.
Hmm...Isn’t' he suppose to be on a date with Kira?
20 minutes later he burst through the doors as if he had to use the restroom really bad...
"Wooooa....what's up?" I asked.
"Remember that one night stand you had with Kira a while ago?" Youngbae suddenly asked.
"WHAT!?" I never slept with her!" I quickly shot back out of instinct.
"Dude...that night! After the Vogue party!" He answered back in frustration.
"ooooohh." I was about to confess that it was a lie just to keep a suave reputation. "About that..."
"Did it mean anything to you?" Youngbae suddenly questioned me.
"Wh...why? Did...someone say something?" I asked nervously.
"Seems like Kira's still hanging onto that night." Youngbae growled while inching closer to me. I tried to play it cool.
"Yo...bro. You know Kira's yours! Don't sweat it!" I said while brushing his shoulders.
"If her heart is mine...then why the fuck did she accidentally say your name instead of mine tonight!?" he yelled while banging on the studio table.
"....." I was speechless for a second. "..she...she did what!?" I asked in disbelief.
"Jiyong. I know your naturally a player, but please don't mess with Kira. To you she may be just a piece of meat. But to me, she's something special. So please, don't mess with her, on our friendship." And with those words Youngbae left.
Damn, this is just getting harder and harder! Kira, why are you so stupid! Why can't you just forget me! I started to work on the bridge of my song.
"I hope your heart fees relieved
Please forget about me and live
Those tears will dry completely
As time passes by
It would’ve hurt less if we didn’t meet at all
Hope you will bury our promise of being together forever baby
I pray for you"
While driving home I realized that Youngbae probably left Kira at the sky lounge, and knowing Kira, she's probably still there drinking away. I quickly turned my car around, I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but my body just told me to go.
I arrived at the lounge and scanned the room. I found her all alone at a table next to a window. The sight of her broke my heart. She gazed outside with so much loneliness in her eyes. I wanted to just give her a kiss and huge and bring her a smile. But I resisted and just walked up to her.
"Hey. Let's get you home," I whispered while helping her stand up. She automatically landed into my arms. I could tell she was way drunk. Damn it Youngbae! Why did you let her drink so much!
We walked to my car and I sat her down. I reached over her to put the seat belt on. Suddenly she grabbed me into a hug. Her touch made me stop for a second. It's been so long since we've been in this position, I couldn't pull away.
"JIyongah..." she whispered. It brought chills all over my body.
"Hmm?" I answered weakly.
"I'm sorry," she softly said.
"For what?" I asked confused.
"For going to Youngbae for comfort. For using him to make it look like I didn't care about you anymore. Because...because...I do care. So much. SO much that it hurts." she quietly mumbled.
"What? What do you mean?" I asked, hurt that she was in so much pain.
But by this time, she passed out and was snoring away like she always does when she's drunk. I got inside and started to drive home.
Even after everything I put her through, Kira still cared for me.
"Kira..." I sighed with frustration. "You're making it so hard for me to let go. If you come back to me....Youngbae will be so hurt...." I looked over to make sure she was sleeping. "Can we really do that to him?"
I couldn't resist, so I stroked her hair a little before bringing her inside.
*Kira’s POV*
I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. God why did I drink so much last night?
Speaking of last night....what the hell happened? The last thing I remember was.....Youngbae storming out (shit I need to apologize to him) then...getting a ride home from....someone...probably Youngbae.
I really need to stop drinking like this. I checked my phone for missed calls. I had 2 texts and 4 missed calls.
1st text:
"I'm still pissed about tonight, but text me when you get home."
-Youngbae
2nd text:
"Kira? Why aren’t you picking up your phone? Don't ignore me because I'm mad at you!"
-Youngbae.
Hmm...that's weird. If Youngbae didn't take me home then....oh. Aaron probably did. I called him to thank him.
"Hey girlfriend!" He replied.
"Hey listen, thanks for taking me home last night. You're a doll" I said gracefully.
"Last night? Hun. I was hanging out with that gorgeous TOP." He said with confusion.
"....oh......"
" GIRL! You are a HOT mess! You don't even remember how you got home!?"
I winced at my best friend's scolding. I updated him on everything that happened last night, and the last memory.
"It's so obvious who brought you home!" Aaron said as if I was dumb.
I didn't reply, because I really didn't know. Could it be?.....
"That boy may put up a front of a hot player. But he still loves you babe. I guarantee you it was Jiyong that brought you home safely." Aaron stated.
My heart raced. Half of me was so happy, and the other half couldn't believe it. Is Jiyong really a player? Or is he putting up a front? Just then my other line rang.
"Hello?" I answered politely.
"Kira! It's me! Mrs. Wintour in New York," My boss replied.
"HI!"
"Listen dear. I have to run, so I'll explain quickly. Vogue is throwing a huge party next week that you need to attend." She explained.
"Sounds good...."
"But" she interrupted. "We want to bring a guest from Korea to this party to diversify and broaden the horizon of the scene. SO Mrs. Yoon already selected someone to be your escort slash date. I emailed you all the flight info. You guys are leaving on Wednesday"
"Oh that sounds fun. Who?" I asked.
"Oh. The meetings starting dear. I forgot his name; he's one of the boys from that Bang Bang group or whatever. Ok Ciao" And she hung up, with me dying of curiosity.
Who is going to be my date for the party?