All About My Nothings

  pinterest. She had felt like her heart would fall out of her chest when he said he was coming to pick her up. Obviously, he was passing by after his appointment and decided to collect her, yet these little things were so precious to her because she loved him so much. She slowed down as she neared Gye-eul’s SUV. She took a deep breath before getting close enough to open the door, and getting onto the passenger seat. ‘Were you all still eating this late?’ Gye-eul asked looking at his watch before starting the car. Her scent had begun to calm down his agitation. ‘Ah, team leader Yoon asked me to have a beer with him.’ ‘What?’ he exclaimed loudly making Yira jump. ‘Why are you here?’ she asked. ‘Well, I was on my way back and I thought to pick you up on the way home so I called.’ It was a lie. He’d regretted refusing to go and had driven up to the restaurant bar, but he had been so nervous he sat in the car waiting for three hours. (Zuben: Idiot.) ‘Did you drink a lot?’ he asked suddenly

pixiv   ‘You’re going to become hollow.’ A voice said from behind her, she jumped in shock and turned, quickly covering her chest with her hands. It was Gye-eul. She had thought there was no one in the office. ‘You…haven’t left yet?’ Because she had an appointment, she didn’t know if Gye-eul would have waited for her. He walked up to her and leaned against a chair. He looked at her up and down making her blush. ‘What are you looking at?’ she asked nervously covering her chest more. ‘Haven’t you taken it off in front of me before?’ ‘Tha-that was you!’ ‘Put your hands down.’ He ordered. ‘Hey Cha Gye-eul,’ ‘Think of a model and pose that way.’ She was at a loss with Gye-eul staring at her so intently. She slowly brought down her hands. ‘Come closer.’ He said. With a trembling heart, she walked to him. ‘This is embarrassing, stop looking at me.’ She said. But he appraised her body for a while longer before saying. ‘Your breasts are too big for the bra.’ She could feel her ears getting hot

  The moment the taxi drew up to his house, he paid hurriedly and got out. He rushed in, and raced up the stairs to her apartment. He opened her door, and found her sleeping safely – contrary to his fears. He approached her bed carefully. On the bedside table was a note, a pill and a glass of water. The note read: Take the medicine when you wake up. Hangovers are bad for your health – Yoon Hyun-min. Winter frowned at the note. Yoon Hyun-min? Was that Kevin’s Korean name? While he was focused on the note, Yira moaned in her sleep, arresting his attention. Her face was glowing, even in the dark. Her eyelashes fluttered as she dreamed and her pink lips were parted. His gaze crawled down her small jaw, slender neckline to her collarbones. He swallowed drily. He had spent many nights in the past twenty years (Zuben: From the age of nine? Drink!) drinking with Yira, but he had never felt so strange as he did tonight. Yira turned in her sleep, and pushed away the blanket revealing her lush bo

COLD WAR  The next morning, at Florence… ‘Hong Yira-ssi, I told you explicitly that I didn’t like this draft. Why did you continue with it?’ His voice reverberated around the office. ‘That design was chosen by the customers as the most accessible. I chose to continue it because we have been criticised for ignoring their ideas.’ (Zuben: I don't understand, don't you just buy the undies you like or is there some weird constumer - manufaturer relationship in Asia?) ‘So, why did you ask me to approve it if you’re going to do as you please anyway, Hong Yira-ssi?’ Gye-eul voice was as cold as midwinter. They were full of resentment against each other. The rest of the employees watched in bated breath, shocked by the cold snap that had befallen the office. These two, who were so close, were now breathtakingly frosty to each other. They watched Gye-eul and Yira in trepidation. ‘CEO?’ Mr Kim Ji-Won, the head of the management support team, called to Gye-eul. ‘Wh

  rera . Yi-ra waved her hand in front of Gye-eul’s face and waved (Zuben: You pinch if you’re evil or stroke waist if not). After confirming that he was asleep, she sat up. She got off the bed, with her heart in her mouth, hoping he wouldn’t wake. Although they’d been friends for twenty years, they had never fallen asleep together naked. Though the resulting evening was like a dream fulfilled, she was still embarrassed. She was about to sneak out of the bedroom. ‘Where are you going?’ She turned to find Gye-eul sitting up in bed. She gave an awkward smile and tried to cover her body with her hands. ‘The…toilet...?’ ‘You’re not running away because you're embarrassed?’ They had known each other for twenty years, of course he knew her well. ‘Just a bit…’ she replied, her face turning rose. Gye-eul rose out of bed with a smile as Yi-ra quickly reached for a throw on a chair in the room and used it to cover herself. ‘I saw it all last night. What are y

  rera ‘ Oppa , are you still in a bad mood?’ She asked when the other woman had gone away. She put her arms around him but he shrugged her off coldly. She was confused. ‘ Oppa ?’ When she had run into him in the club, he had been looking out at the dancefloor from the balcony like he was waiting for someone. Even when he brought her home with him, he was still waiting. In the end, she left in annoyance. Gye-eul had only brought her home to show off to Yira: I don’t care if you confess or I hear something unexpected. Give up. Before it got more confusing. Before it got more complicated. (Zuben: Just say you don’t like her that way and keep it moving.) To tell Yira words he couldn’t say – in a very ugly way. ‘What is this? Are you kidding me right now?’ ‘If you know it’s a joke, get the fuck out.’ He growled. She had thought she had bagged a good catch. Handsome, with a luxurious apartment, now he was behaving like a weirdo. ‘Crazy son of a bitch!’ S

デンチュー   Disclaimer: "If my 'running commentary' annoys you, takes you out of the story, so on and so forth; walk on by. Like my people say - e no be by force. There are many of us in this market. There are many translators who do things cleanly. But as a human, there are many instances we have to take what we want in conjunction with what we don't want. But if that is an unacceptable compromise, simply move on. I thank everyone for reading my blog and enjoying the stories I chose, and those who make the effort to comment." 03 Shattering Gye-eul tossed the thick book he had been pretending to read on the coffee table. He had got a text from Lee Jun-ho: I’m on a date with Yira. Thanks, friend. I’ll treat you later. The message grated on Gye-eul’s nerves. He was angry at her for going out with another man, even though she had shouted that she loved him. If she was going to behave this way, why did she tell him she loved him? It was already past ten. He rose,

  Early in the morning, Xiao Tu woke up because she was too hot. As she shuffled around in a sleepy daze, she realised that something went from her waist down to her buttocks. Using the skills taught to her by her police officer dad, she became lucid and was about to punch when the realised it was Lang Lang. He had a smile on his face showing his dimples, she wondered if he was dreaming of something happy. Sunlight broke through the curtains and landed on his face making his already smooth skin even more alluring. Just staring at this picture made Xiao Tu’s heart tickle. Ah this guy can be summarised in one word: Demon. Fun Times