All About My Nothings

  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

  A freezing cold sensation was pushed against her cheek. ‘Ow!’ Gye-eul stared at her worriedly, ‘Does it hurt a lot?’ he asked, taking away the ice pack to look at the bruise, ‘We should have done this right away.’ (Zuben: You were a bit pushed, busy wise) She was suddenly shy of his direct gaze and she blushed. His fingers on her skin was both thrilling and soothing. She pulled up the blanket that he had put on her, and avoided his gaze. ‘You should have avoided it.’ He grumbled. ‘Whose fault was it that I got a slap?’ Yira retorted in amazement, ‘You had to provoke her. You could have just let me go, but you were being inconsiderate.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ He said softly. ‘What?’ Yira thought she heard wrong. ‘I’m sorry you got hurt because of me.’ He stroked her head. His hands were hot. She stared at him; his expression was solemn. He truly looked apologetic. ‘Er…me too.’ ‘Hm?’ ‘I’m sorry too. I misunderstood the situation.’ Gye-eul smiled and said, ‘If you’re sorry, let’s eat ramen togeth

  From friends to sex friends. Although she knew she had started something crazy, she didn’t regret it – it felt amazing. She decided could prepare for the end in a cool manner. ‘Is something wrong? Does it taste bad?’ Gye-eul asked interrupting her thoughts. He watched her nibble disinterestedly on the toast. After sex into the wee hours of the morning, Yira had fallen asleep, but he couldn’t. He watched her sleep thinking many thoughts. He eventually got out of bed as the sun rose and made breakfast. ‘Don’t you like the breakfast?’ ‘Hm, I’m not really hungry.’ She replied coldly. He flinched. ‘I’ll just go and get ready for work.’ She said dismissively as she rose and left Gye-eul’s place. Gye-eul watched her back as she went, frowning at her strange behaviour. * ‘Oppa.’ They turned to see a woman appear from the shadows with a look of anger. (Zuben: In Korea, do people lurk in the shadows waiting all the damn time?) ‘Oppa.’ Gye-eul frowned at the woman. ‘I have