All About My Nothings

  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

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  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