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002: A Green monster’s morning after
Sniffle.
Damn it, Jokwon cursed inwardly when that sniffle came again. As adorable as that sniffle sounded, he had to make it stop before Ruyong pulled out the big guns; a freaking waterfall-like flow of tears while screaming hysterically. If he’s (UN)lucky, he’d get a bonus in the form of having her claw at his face in rage.
Without thinking much on the right words to say —he couldn’t afford to waste such precious time when dealing with Ruyong when she’s like this— he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“What’s the use of sending yourself into waterworks, midget? What’s done is done. Don’t tell me you actually thought you’d get accepted, looking like that. Please.” He ended with a roll of his eyes.
What? Just because he loves her, it doesn’t mean he’s nice to her. For god’s sake, he made her green. Although he is partly at fault —assuring her that she would definitely get the job since he was one of the interviewers—there’s only so much a guy can do when it comes to saving his love’s future career when his boss suddenly decided to drop by to check on them.
“If it weren’t for you, I would’ve been accepted!” She retorted while jabbing her index finger —which had long, sharp nail that could, would and have done serious damages— to his chest. Thank God, he chose to wear his leather jacket today.
“Don’t blame others when you yourself are the cause of your own failure.” He said smoothly; his voice not in the bit least wavering even though he was actually nervous. How could he not be? Her beautiful brown eyes were, metaphorically speaking, shooting daggers at him.
“I hate you.”
Sniffle.
(…and that wasn’t her sniffling.)
Cece: Short and somewhat pointless. Sorry. History's killing all my muse.
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Sniffle.
Damn it, Jokwon cursed inwardly when that sniffle came again. As adorable as that sniffle sounded, he had to make it stop before Ruyong pulled out the big guns; a freaking waterfall-like flow of tears while screaming hysterically. If he’s (UN)lucky, he’d get a bonus in the form of having her claw at his face in rage.
Without thinking much on the right words to say —he couldn’t afford to waste such precious time when dealing with Ruyong when she’s like this— he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“What’s the use of sending yourself into waterworks, midget? What’s done is done. Don’t tell me you actually thought you’d get accepted, looking like that. Please.” He ended with a roll of his eyes.
What? Just because he loves her, it doesn’t mean he’s nice to her. For god’s sake, he made her green. Although he is partly at fault —assuring her that she would definitely get the job since he was one of the interviewers—there’s only so much a guy can do when it comes to saving his love’s future career when his boss suddenly decided to drop by to check on them.
“If it weren’t for you, I would’ve been accepted!” She retorted while jabbing her index finger —which had long, sharp nail that could, would and have done serious damages— to his chest. Thank God, he chose to wear his leather jacket today.
“Don’t blame others when you yourself are the cause of your own failure.” He said smoothly; his voice not in the bit least wavering even though he was actually nervous. How could he not be? Her beautiful brown eyes were, metaphorically speaking, shooting daggers at him.
“I hate you.”
Sniffle.
(…and that wasn’t her sniffling.)
Cece: Short and somewhat pointless. Sorry. History's killing all my muse.
Hello
Just a little announcement to my almost non-existent reader (XD). I won't be posting the 2nd chapter anytime soon. Why? Because I am on a mission! A mission that is going to need my full attention because I wouldn't be able to do that after school starts. A mission to......finish 4 new ps2 games that I bought yesterday *smiles sheepishly*
Yeah...well, that's all. This is goodbye until I post again! Hehehe~
...One
001: A Green monster’s Wednesday
Three things happened so far in Park Ruyong’s day today.
She woke up, walked into her bathroom and began her daily routine of brushing, showering and—
“JOKWON!”
—shouting. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, really. Asking for some form of normalcy from this pair is like asking for it to rain diamonds but of course I, the narrator, would be lying if I said that they’re anything but normal. They are; just not around each other.
Storming out of her private bathroom with a vengeance (and with green hair, skin and did I mention teeth?), Ruyong stomped her way into the kitchen but growled in annoyance when the owner of said name was nowhere to be seen. Darn it, what time was it? Looking up from her spot—which was directly facing the clock—she growled again when the numbers 0935 were shining brightly like neon lights even in daytime—green neon lights.
A thought suddenly dawn to her when the time really sunk into her vengeance filled mind. Looking back up to the clock again—this time to check what day it was. Wednesday it said. Her amber eyes widened.
“NOO! My job interview!”
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A tall, dark and handsome man smirked to himself as he crossed the busy street of Seoul city with his right hand shoved into the confine of his pocket. Pulling out a little green bottle, he dumped said bottle into one of the many trash can lined up by the sidewalk.
It was such a pain to get a hold of that little green bottle but of course, when getting the good stuff; such pains were necessary. He can’t wait until he arrives at the office. Oh, she was definitely going to stand out—even if it wasn’t exactly in the way she had in mind. But regardless of her appearance or her tardiness, she would be accepted.
Why is he so sure? The answer is simple. He’s one of the interviewers. It isn’t fair but since when is life ever fair? Besides, what sane man would turn down the offer of having his love interest close by? Exactly; none.
Of course now that she’s going to be working with him, it’d be much riskier. In what way? That’s for you and her to find out and him to know but for now, let’s wait for the appearance of his little green monster.
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“Saved.” Ruyong managed to say despite her heavy panting. She had made it, barely, but she made it nonetheless.
An old man, who was strangely the only passenger, looked up from his newspaper to look at her and she rubbed the neck awkwardly while smiling sheepishly. The old man shook his head, chuckling quietly before turning back to his newspaper.
Pouting, she took a seat beside the old man. Today was not a good day. Actually, any day isn’t a good day ever since she started living with that thing she called roommate. It was all a big mixed up on the landlord’s part but how that managed to happen was a complete mystery. Well, at least to her. He didn’t seem one bit surprised when he saw her half-naked in her bathroom singing an off tuned version of ‘I will survive’.
“Green today I see.” She heard the old man say. She could only sigh and nodded faintly. He just had to remind her of the state her hair, skin and teeth were in. There was a sudden feeling of hesitation in her heart. Maybe she should ju—
“Don’t worry. I don’t think they would reject the earth.”
The corner of her mouth curved up—just a little at first—before turning into a full blown smile and soon after, she started laughing.
“You’re weird, old man.”
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To say that he was worried would be an understatement. It was five minutes to ten o’clock and she still hasn’t arrived. The other interviewers had already started to murmur amongst each other and he knew that if she doesn’t arrive now, he can kiss having her around him 24/7—excluding home time—goodbye.
“Sir—“One of them started but didn’t get to finish.
“She’ll be here. Just—just be patient.”
Now, if only he could get himself to calm down. All kinds of possibilities ran through his head. What if she was too occupied with getting the green dye off that she didn’t notice what day it was or what if she did realize but couldn’t get on the right train at the right time or—or—
Just when he was about to go on a full state of panic—mentally of course because he would never lose his cool in public—the door slammed opened and he unconsciously held his breath as he look up. Lo and behold, there she was, in her glory and in her…cleaner’s uniform?
“Are you guys done or what? I need to clean this place up before lunch.” Chongsun, the cleaner, slurred as she waved her bottle of Soju and stumbled out of the room. He slumped against his chair in defeat. This company really needs to find decent cleaners. Cleaners like Chongsun were joy-hope-love killers. They’re an abomination.
Before he could continue his little fantasy of shipping evil cleaners off to the north pole, he got interrupted by something hitting him square on the face. Ouch. That was definitely going to bruise. He removed the offending thing that was plastered to his face and was about to give the offender a piece of his mind, he stopped.
Standing by the door, panting lightly—green hair, skin; teeth; huffs and puffs— was her, glaring at him with such intensity that it made everyone in the room take a step or two backwards but not him. Instead of backing away, he took —one,two,three— steps forward and smiled.
“You made it.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Jokwon.”
Cece: It's a bit confusing, I'll have to admit but that's just the way it's supposed to be. Like I said before, I'm currently in the process of changing my writing style so the arrangement and tone and the likes would be different from the usual style whatever that was XD.
And so the awesomeness begins
ThenileWhen denying doesn’t work as well as you thought it would, you just act normal—or at least try to.
Prologue
There is absolutely no way in hell, heaven and earth she’d admit it. It’s a ‘never’ that isn’t changeable to a ‘maybe’, ‘possibly’ and ‘could be’. No, she thought as she raised her fist up to the sky, she wouldn’t succumb to their expectation of what would happen between her and—she sighed, letting her hand down—it would be better if she didn’t finish that.
Now, if she wanted her plan to work out—a plan she hasn’t even thought of earlier but knew she somehow had—she would have to just act normal. That was her best bet in this situation. Pretend that the thought never crossed her mind ever and continue on with her day like she always would; return home after work, have a somewhat civilized conversation with her roommate before proceeding with getting angry at something said roommate would say and start their routine petty verbal wars which would always end up being anything but what had started it.
Yes, this plan was definitely fool-proof.
(Fool-proof it definitely was not but there’s no need for her to know that now, of course.)
Cece: How is it? XD I'm in the process of changing my writing style.
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