All About My Nothings

  pinterest Just as Su Yue was about to walk out the door, she was stopped by an anxious looking attendant. ‘I’m sorry, Miss Su. We’ve suddenly got two VIPs but our manager doesn’t have anyone available to service them. Could you do it?’ Sue Yu was taken aback. ‘Of course, you will be compensated more than your usual hourly rate since the room the clients use is quite…different.’ ‘How much?’ ‘Two thousand and hour for two hours.’  Mo money, no problem

  ‘An infamous gisaeng who was seduced all kinds of men and led them to ruin with her singing and dancing.’  ‘A gisaeng…?’ Had she been a bad person in her previous life? ‘So being possessed by him with all my might…’ ‘Are you obsessed?’ the shaman had asked... She was. Forgotten life : To be my girl Open Fan

‘I will have to kiss you every day, and carry out my terrifying imaginations.’ Seoyeon burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her free hand. Do-hoon laughed too, before he became a little serious, ‘Shall we live together?’ Let's stay together : You don't have to be rich   Hold my Hand

  ‘Why didn’t you appear sooner?’ he asked in her ear, ‘I was looking for so long.’ It was Seoyeon’s turned to be confused by his words. ‘Why didn’t you appear sooner? Do you know how hard it was?’ she replied. They didn’t know what each other was talking about, but saying out loud seemed to ease their hearts, and they hugged more forcefully. ‘Where have you been hiding this face?’  For want of beauty : From dusk 'til dawn Show/Hide

  Seoyeon’s short hair began to grow out and spread across the pillows. Her angled shoulders began to curve and her neck narrowed.  Do-hoon’s eyes were closed, savouring her taste so he didn’t notice the transformation until he felt Seoyeon’s body getting hotter and hotter, and there was something soft growing to press against him that wasn’t there before. Hm? Come on and see me : I just need your body baby Revealate

  She was already late. ‘Seoyeon-ah!’ he chased after her and grabbed her. Due to the recoil, her phone flew out of her hand and crashed on the floor with a loud clatter. She could see bits of the screen on the floor and the display had gone dark. Seoyeon jerked her hand out of his grip. She bit her bottom lip to fight the tears that threatened to fall as she picked up the phone from the floor with a trembling hand. It was completely broken. It wasn’t coming on. She turned to him with reddened eyed, ‘I want nothing to with you ever again. I never want to see you again.’ A kiss is just a kiss : You don't have to be rich Late for a date

She was still dazzlingly beautiful, he thought sadly as he stroked her long auburn hair. ‘Long time no see,’ He whispered. His greeting made her smile enchantingly. She approached him like a fairy. He raised his hand to stroke her face and the mole under her right eye. Seo-yeon had a mole there too. ‘Your face…will be blurry when I wake up.’ He always said these words to her in his dream. It was like a habit, even though he knew she would never reply. She wouldn’t answer but kissed him. ‘You’ve come to me, haven’t you?’ As Kang Seo-yeon. He knew it was her. Somehow he knew. She smiled as though she found it fun. She tiptoed and kissed him as she always did. Her soft lips pressed against his enthusiastically, her warm fragrant breath squeezed in. Do-hoon’s eyes fell as he fell into the kiss. All his senses were focused on the feel of her lips. Incredibly sweet, unbearably seductive lips. The only woman he loved. Do-hoon woke up with a start, panting. There was a realisation and hope in

  ‘The oppa I played with at 8-Teen?!’ ‘Taehee? You said you were a senior at Sesung Women’s University…’ She said she was 17 : alongandshortwayhome Runaway youth!

  pinterest.  One winter night, it had snowed and it was very cold. Zhen Zhen managed to avoid Xiao Tu by going behind the school to eat some spicy hot pot. In the middle of the night, she began to have stomach trouble. She could hardly move from the cramps. She called out her dorm mates name, ‘What is it?’ ‘I have a bad tummy ache; can you help me to the hospital?’ ‘You’ll be fine. Go back to sleep. It will stop hurting. So sleepy…’  A friend in need is a friend indeed.

  naver.  "Do-hoon! Seoyeon is drunk! Can you fly to pick up Seoyeon? I am at Mangwon Flying Chicken! Oppa~ I’ll be waiting <3" ‘What are you doing, praying with your phone in your hand?’ Jin-young asked seeing Do-hoon go shock still, and staring blankly at his phone. ‘Oh!’ Do-hoon’s surprised expression cleared and he returned to normal. Jin-young stared in suspicious at Do-hoon, who strangely had variety of expressions running across his face. ‘What’s wrong? Did you win the lottery?’ ‘I’m going out.’ Do-hoon said rushing past him to pick up his car keys. ‘Going where?’ Jin-young asked as he watched Do-hoon hurriedly put on his jacket, and go for his shoes. ‘To pick up a sister I didn’t know I had.’ He replied in a tone that Jin-young would describe as happy.  Trigger : chickenandbeer Drunken Me!

  KONSTANTIN RAZUMOV .  Sitting up in my room

  Pinterest. Sharing is good.

  Careful Plots of the Bad Wolf: The day before they were due to go, Li heard that Lang Lang had instructed Linda to go to the airport first to arrange the boarding passes. Didn’t she annoy him? ‘Director, are you sure about sending Linda ahead tomorrow?’ Lang Lang nodded. ‘But you know that President Wang put her on your side, so he would have arranged for her to be in first class beside you.’ ‘That is what I want to happen. And so, you must find a way to let Xiao Tu stay in first class.’ Li immediately realised what he was trying to do. Get her jealous, and get her entangled deeper into him. Li admired Lang Lang’s conniving mind. He kowtowed inwardly. Heavy Load on Vacay

  ‘Why-why are you coming to my house?’ Seo-yeon asked as she suddenly developed a cold sweat. She didn’t really know him, yet he continued to try and squeeze into her life. Seo-yeon didn’t think her heart could take it. No matter how she looked at it, she could not tell why this person was doing this to her. After she transformed into the masculine person she now was, there had been no man who had looked at her as the woman she truly was. ‘Why?’ Do-hoon glanced at her then replied in a tone as though it should have been obvious, ‘I’m coming to see you, Miss Kang Seo-yeon.’ That’s the reason?! Seo yeon cried inwardly. What the hell was she thinking? What the hell was he thinking. Do-hoon did not sense the inner turmoil in Seo-yeon’s heart as he eyed her wet hair, ‘You’ll catch a cold.’ He said as he switched on the heater, ‘I’ll take you home.’ ‘Ah, thank you.’ She replied nervously. He started the car and drove into the street. During the drive, a strange tension filled the space betw

  ‘You found the man the shaman spoke about?!’ Yeo-jin was filled with excitement. It was lunchtime at her work and she was having her break and chatting to Seo-yeon on the phone. ‘Yes. But he has the same name as your boss. He’s a little handsome’ ‘He has the same name as Director Baek. Do not like…’ Yeo-jin sipped on her coffee, ‘To be honest, it’s hard to believe; you met the man for a few hours and your hair grew? Don’t you think it’s weird?’ ‘Is that what I was excited about? My skin was white and soft!’ ‘Why past tense?’ Yeo-jin was sharp, picking on her choice of words. ‘I reverted…’ Seo-yeon’s dejection was apparent over the phone ‘Huh?’ ‘But yesterday, I was almost the perfect woman…’ ‘Is that so…?’ Yeo-jin honestly doubted it. ‘Yes it is so. Believe someone when they are telling you the truth.’ Seo-yeon said grumpily, frustrated with her friend. ‘Hmm…’ Yeo-jin said thoughtfully. Yeo-jin had a very clear-cut approach to solving problems; Seo-yeon was hoping she would have a go

  To share or not to share...that is the question.

  Seoyeon’s eyes widened at the question. She felt like she had been smacked by an elephant. It was the first time they had met, yet he was asking such a personal question. Divorce? How could a young lady like her be divorced? (Zuben: Very easily) ‘How old were you when you caught a whale?’ she asked. ‘Huh?’ ‘I think the questions are the same.’ Ridiculous. Do-hoon’s frown deepened. Seoyeon did not blink. His gaze was so fierce; he looked like he wanted to kill her. Whether he wanted to or not, she came round and took a seat on the chair across his. ‘Are you the one who found my phone?’ Silence. ‘Right.’ Honestly, why was he looking at her with such piercing eyes? Or had he fallen in love at first sight. She laughed at the thought; the latter would never be the case. ‘You’re making me a little shy looking at me like that.’ She said. But he still didn’t speak. Seo-yeon gave a nervous laugh, ‘Is your personal concept to be taciturn? Or do you not meet a lot of strangers?’ Finally, the ma

  After crying, you’ll be a hero again! Xiao Tu hugged Zhen Zhen and cried. At noon, she had two large portions of curry beef rice their favourite canteen, and her foolish and impulsive energy returned, and with Zhen Zhen’s encourage, directly went to Lang Lang’s office.

  Much to Xiao Tu’s dismay, her generosity was wasted. Why? Well, after kissing Xiao Tu, super stylish Director Lang with a super beast in his heart, couldn’t bear it any longer. He threw away his civilised appearance, and dragged Xiao Tu back to his apartment, to pressed her onto the bed.

  ‘I don’t know.’ He said to the taxi driver. ‘Yeah?’ ‘…’ The cabbie frowned wondering whether his passenger was doing something to the invader. Do-hoon did not know himself; he was shackled to a ghost. But here was a woman he obviously did not know, he had never seen her face before. Since she got in, his chest began hurt and his throat had constricted. Yet, he felt that he had met her before…long ago. (Zuben: Long ago, in a land far far away...lived an idiot) The woman moaned and shifted, and ended up with her head on his chest. Do-hoon was surprised he threw his body back against the seat. ‘What is happening now?’ the driver asked. To him, the whole situation was becoming absurd. When her fingers clung onto him, he felt like he was ignited.  A strange current flowed through from that hand into his body. Why was this happening? ‘If you don’t know the person, do you want me to leave him at a police station somewhere?’ the taxi driver said, but his voice sounded far away. Do-hoon felt

  Test riding the latest acquisition...

  Pinterest .  Actual title is: Fucking everyday. But it's just so blatant, I decided to change so I can work on it in public...sometimes.  If you're an old head, you know the drill - enjoy.  Newcomers, please READ THIS POST before reading the novel. If you accept the 1-2-3 T & Cs, click on the button below to read.  If it's a no way, then  au revoir.

  Another one! Some of you may have noseyed around trying to read this one. Anyway, here it is. Same modus operandi as Impure Relationship. Click the randomly named button for the link and "key to the kingdom".  I will not answer stupid questions. I will add chapters when I have time and feel like it. Click here for character introductions and blurb if you like.

  There was a sense of tension. But Gye-eul was grinning instead of answering her questions. He grabbed the handle of the factory door and pushed it down vigorously. The huge iron door groaned as it opened. A great deal of light poured through the open door. She gawped as an incredible sight was revealed before her eyes. The warehouse was filled with bright lights and flowers. ‘Ch-cha Gye-eul!’ The warehouse was filled with lavender. ‘Gye-eul!’ ‘Remember how we used to work all night here?’ he asked as took her hand and drew into the lavender filled space; the air was filled the scent of the flower. It was her favourite flower. How could she forget? Watching Gye-eul work all day and night to get Florence started. She couldn’t help her heart aching and beating when she looked at him. How could she forget the fresh and heartbreaking memories of those days? ‘I wanted to propose to you here. Even though you confessed first, and proposed first. I wanted to make the actual engagement cool.’

  ‘We have something to tell you.’ Gye-eul said gravely. ‘But what happened to your face?’ His mother asked noticing the bruising. ‘Please sit, it’s important.’ His parents glanced at each other before sitting beside each other. Yira couldn’t say anything because she was deeply embarrassed and anxious. (Zuben: Yira doesn’t say anything except for Gye-eul’s name) She knew his parents were lovely people who treated her like their daughter, but that was one thing, how would they react when they announced she was going to be their daughter in law? ‘What did you want to talk about?’ His father asked unable to take the tension. Gye-eul took Yira’s hand, ‘Mom, dad,’ Yira’s eyes widened, and his parents eyes widened, ‘We are dating.’ ‘What?!’ Gye-eul’s mom jumped out of her seat. Yira closed her eyes expecting a refusal. She was shocked, of course she would be. They had treated her like family. But they might not accept her. She bit her lip. Perhaps, Gye-eul feared the same because he continue

  ‘So, when did this…happen?’ Was it before Kevin and Yira did the shoot? Everyone looked rather embarrassed, but Yira told them it was okay. She went to sit at her desk. Kevin, who had remained quiet, rose out of his chair and walked out of the office. As he passed Gye-eul he had a mocking smile on his lips. Gye-eul followed. Yira sensing something off, followed them. Gye-eul wanted to warn him off Yira. Following Kevin, he met him staring out into the distance at the roof top garden.   ‘That’s a relief, I thought Miss Yira was having a hard time alone.’ Kevin said calmy, still looking ahead. Gye-eul frowned. ‘But it makes no difference.’ Kevin continued. ‘What did you say?’ Gye-eul was confused, why did it make no difference. Kevin looked at him nonchalantly, ‘Because she’s just a notch in your bedpost to you.’ ‘What?’ ‘Isn’t that true?’ Gye-eul’s fists clenched. ‘I know you have been friends since you were children, but I also know how hard you have been on Miss Yira.’ ‘I beg your p

  Gye-eul also sat hopelessly on his living room floor staring at the door. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t help remembering the look on Kevin’s face next to Yira. The moment he raised his hand to touch her, Gye-eul felt like a fuse blew in his brain, and his heart would go berserk. He realised this animalistic instinct was none other than possession. But she didn’t trust him. He thought of her wounded expression, her tears, and he felt like he had fallen into an abyss. He rose and stormed out of his door, up the stairs and banged on her door. ‘Open the door I need to speak to you.’ He rang her bell and banged her door, but she would not answer. ‘Hong!’ he called mournfully. There was no sign of her inside. Regret flooded in. Why had he expressed his love for her so violently? He rang the bell again. ‘Yira, please, open the door.’ He knocked. ‘Hong Yira.’ He didn’t want her to tell him they were through because she didn’t trust him. That was the situation he was most afraid of.

  She went to meet a friend he didn’t know. ‘Ah nothing to do.’ Gye-eul sighed as he switched from one channel to the next, eventually he threw down the remote. When the day he had envisioned with Yira fell through, he found himself grumpy. He closed his eyes. How long had it been since he threw down the remote, he wondered? (Zuben: It’s not a second, 7 seconds away) His phone rang loudly. He quickly reached for it in anticipation only to see the caller and his expression darkened. Seo Hyun-ji. What did she want? ‘What are you doing?’ she asked as soon as he answered. Gye-eul gave a smug grin, she was always bold. ‘It’s Saturday, you’re not working, are you?’ ‘No, not working.’ ‘Home?’ Why was she curious about where he was? ‘Yes.’ ‘Good. I’m near your place.’ ‘You know where I live?’ ‘Of course, I will find out where the guy I’m interested in lives.’ (Zuben: Stalkery. Just because Korean men do it, doesn’t mean a go-getter chick should) ‘Ha…’ ‘Come out in 10 minutes; let’s go to dinne

  Gye-eul had to leave since Seo Hyun Ji had asked for a meeting. He didn’t want her to change her mind as getting Chinese investment was difficult. If they could win the investment and entry into the Chinese market, their profits would soar. The meeting was at an elegant roastery café. ‘You’ve arrived.’ she said in greeting from behind the bar. She was wearing a feminine wrap dress under a frilly ivory apron. Her hair and make-up were designed to make her look alluring. Gye-eul looked at her get-up in puzzlement. ‘Ah,’ she laughed a little, ‘I love coffee, so I opened a few cafés. My main branch is back in Beijing, and I also have this branch, and in Tokyo, Hong Kong, Singapore and Taipei.’ (Zuben: Much wow! Much impress!) ‘With Tencent?’ he asked as he took a seat at the shiny bar. ‘No. My own business.’ She said with a relaxed aura around her. She waited for a glass kettle to boil. Once the kettle flicked off, she carried it and a drip pot before Gye-eul. ‘What kind of coffee do you

  pinterest .  Yira handed the underwear back to the store staff as she announced, ‘The size is wrong.’ ‘But that couldn’t be…’ the store manager replied in confusion. But the staff quickly bowed their head to Yira and Gye-eul for the mistake. They promised to recheck all the product sizes and restock. Kevin returned from his phone call. At the same time, the store manager said, ‘Um, Team Leader Hong, your tights…’ There was a runner down to her ankle. It was probably caused by Gye-eul.’ ‘Ah…!’ she cried looking down at the ruined tights, her face now red from embarrassment. ‘Oh no…why?’  Gye-eul smiled wickedly as he replied, ‘Ah, I meant to tell you about that in the fitting room.’ He glanced at Kevin, whose face hardened as he put his phone back in his pocket. Kevin went to Yira, ‘Come with me.’ He said grabbing her wrist and pulling her away. Yira, Gye-eul and the others watched him in confusion as he took her to a sofa in a less open corner to the store. ‘Wait here for a minute, I

  floating heads.   ‘Are you really not going back?’ Yira asked Gye-eul. He nodded in reply. She had thought he would drive back early in the morning, but he announced that he would remain in Dajeon for another day. It didn’t really matter, but she didn’t want Kevin to get suspicious about Gye-eul’s sudden appearance. Just as she thought that, the lift doors opened and Kevin emerged, looking rather surprised to see Gye-eul. ‘CEO, how come you’re here?’ he asked. Gye-eul looked calmly at Kevin; rather, he seemed to stare at Kevin with hostility. ‘I thought I should come and keep you both company.’ He replied. Both men’s gazed locked and their eyes seemed to spark. Kevin laughed as he said mockingly, ‘CEO, it’s not important enough for you to be worried.’ The three awkwardly visited the factory; Kevin drove, Gye-eul sat next to him while Yira sat in the back. Kevin had tried to have Yira in front with him, but Gye-eul had just gotten into the passenger seat without saying anything. The s

  Just as they were about to enter the lift, the phone rang. Seeing her silly smile, Lang Lang knew who it was, but he also now understood that being jealous and angry would make Xiao Tu go into a cold war with him which would give Shao Yu an advantage. So he decided to be more magnanimous in the from now on.

  naver book review blog.   ‘The atmosphere here is pretty good; quiet.’ Kevin said to Yira with a smile. Despite being with Kevin, Yira’s mind was on her phone. There had been nothing from Gye-eul since lunch. He should at least text her and tell her how he was doing. She sighed inwardly as she drank her wine. ‘The wine is nice, isn’t it? My friend in France recommended this vintage to me, so I often ask for it. I usually don’t like dry wines but this is very flavoursome.’ But Yira continued to drink absently without replying. Kevin’s mood fell, ‘I’m bothering you when you’re tired.’ He said. ‘Oh no, no.’ Yira said apologetically, ‘I’m sorry I’m distracted.’ ‘That’s a relief.’ He replied, then added, ‘I am worried about something important.’ ‘Important? Would you like to talk about it?’ Yira put down her glass of wine and gave him her full attention. Kevin gave a shy smile, ‘It’s only important to me.’ Yira’s eyes widened in curiosity. ‘You were looking at your phone. Are you waiting

  pinterest.  ‘You have to eat breakfast; you can’t always just have coffee and go.’ Ever since his parents moved in, they had to face this every morning. She gave an awkward smile as she sat at the table. ‘Yira, you’re off on a business trip today, when do you get back?’ Gye-eul’s mother asked as she placed small bowls of rice before Yira and Gye-eul. Gye-eul was eating his soup expressionlessly. ‘The day after tomorrow.’ ‘Oh good, we wouldn’t have left by then.’ Gye-eul’s mother said with smile. Yira looked at her watch anxiously; it was fifteen minutes left until Kevin arrived to pick her up. Although, she had told him he didn’t have to come. He had been insistent. Kevin didn’t know she lived with Gye-eul had thought she had refused his gesture out of politeness. ‘What’s wrong? Is Yoon picking you up?’ Gye-eul asked noticing her restlessness. Though his heart was burning with jealousy, he regarded her as he ate with a nonchalant expression. ‘Team leader Yoon?’ Gye-eul’s mother said,

  pixiv. Gye-eul watched Yira through the blinds from his desk. She was deeply focussed on her monitor as she pushed up her glasses. He felt like he hadn’t truly seen her before; he felt a bit strange. Why did her appearance suddenly feel so mysterious? Gey-eul was puzzled. He sent her a message: [Take it easy. We’re not in a rush] Yira checked her phone and laughed, looking up to meet his gaze through the glass panel of his office. When their gazes collided, there was heat. Was it this exciting to have a secret relationship? Gye-eul was feeling overwhelmed that the pretty girl smiling at him was his girlfriend. It was a strange emotion to have for Yira after 20 years of friendship (Zuben: drink) She was still by his side even though they had changed from friends to lovers. Yet, he couldn’t understand how he could feel such vastly different emotions, such different feelings of happiness? He smiled and carried on with his work. (Zuben: Heaven to hell in 3 – 2 - …) At lunch time, ‘CEO, d

  ‘It matters to me because I like you!’ Yira gawped at him, did she just hear what she think she did?! Seeing she remained silent, Gye-eul paced before her in frustration, ‘My god, why are you so slow?! What am I supposed to do?’ He took a deep breath and repeated, ‘I like you, Hong.’ ‘Gye-eul,’ (Zuben: You know what, in addition to “twenty years” we will drink on when Yira replies “Gye-eul” instead of actually saying something! Drink!) ‘I like you not just as my friend, but as a woman.’ He said with his voice increasing in volume. Yira remained frozen where she stood. ‘So, can we stop the sex buddy thing, and be my girlfriend, Hong?’ ‘…’ ‘Can we?’ he asked imploringly. He looked at her pleadingly as he stared into her eyes. Gye-eul’s words made her feel like she was dreaming. Gye-eul sighed and embraced her. He held her tightly as he stroked her hair and back. The pent up frustration had eased but he was left with some anxiety. It was then he realised the reasons he had been so testy

    Naver   Sung-joon clicked his tongue as he watched Gye-eul down one glass of wine after the other. ‘Why are you so angry?’ he asked. He really couldn’t understand his friend’s stupid behaviour. It was all very obvious but he was flapping about like a fish on land. ‘Are you a dummy, Cha Gye-eul?’ ‘How could she really…?’ Gye-eul muttered as Sung-joon fanned the flames. ‘Do you have the right to get angry about Yira being the ad model? You can’t even say anything. You only like her as a friend? Ha! What a joke!’ Gye-eul looked sullenly at his drink. ‘You’re such a sucker. Would you be angry if I became an underwear model?’ ‘How are you and Yira the same?’ ‘How are we different; aren’t we both your friends?’ ‘But…’ ‘Is it because Yira is now your sex friend and I am just a friend?’ Gye-eul sighed in annoyance, ‘Just leave. I’ll drink by myself.’ ‘You’re sick in the head.’ ‘Why is your mouth full of insults tonight, you punk?!’ Gye-e