He’s calling me Candy. Not Zit face, or Monkey Face or Stinky Poo.
Candy.
I feel a jolt of happiness.
“How’re you feeling, babe?”
“I – I – ” He runs a hand over his eyes. “I feel so tired. Drained. My legs…my legs…” He struggles up, his eyes filled with panic. “I can’t feel my legs…!”
“Chill, babe.” I pat him. “That’s because I’m sitting on them. Been sitting for the past hour.” I smile cutely. “That’s how long you’ve been out, babe.
“Oh, thank God.” He collapses back against the pillows. “For a moment I thought – I thought – ” He draws a shaky breath.
“I’d never let anything happen to you, babe.” I put my forehead to his. “I’d cut off my two legs and break my ankles and slice off my tongue and all ten fingers before I’d let anything bad happen to you.” My eyes fill with tears.
He looks faint. Love can be over-powering sometimes, and looking at his white face, I know he’s overcome by the rush of love he feels for me.
I feel something warm and wet slide between our noses.
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“Am I bleeding?”
“Huh?”
“My head, babe. The hole they patched up. Is it bleeding?”
“No, it’s not.”
I wait.
And wait.
I do ten push-ups. Take a five-minute nap. Brush my teeth. Practise my cute Candy smile in the mirror. And then I look at the time and twenty minutes have passed.
He’s still staring at my face.
Wow.
Just, wow.
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“So if my head’s okay, then what’s this wet stuff on my face?”
“Erm…”
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“Focus, babe. Quit spacing out.”
“Okay.”
“So?”
“So what?”
“So what’s with the wet stuff on my face?”
“Oh, hang on.” I love him, I do, but sometimes, he can be just a teeny-weeny bitsy bit maddening.
“Ah.”
“Ah? What? What?”
“Ah, it’s…”
“It’s?”
“The…”
“THE WHAT? WHAAT?? WHAAAATTT???? JUST FREAKING SAY IT OMG ALREADY!”
“The zit.”
“Zit?”
“Yeah, it broke.”
I feel sad suddenly.
That zit was beautiful. It glowed like a snow-capped Mount Fuji. And now it’s broken. SPLAT! Gone, just like that. Life can be so transient.
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“You ready to leave?”
“Am I?”
“Yeah, the doc says you were suffering from exhaustion and dehydration. He says you’re fine. You just need lots of TLC.”
We’re on the way back to his condo.
People keep staring at us.
Love’s like that. Couples in love float in a bubble. They’re in a world of their own. Love’s an aura that surrounds us. I catch a few incredulous glances, and more than one gasp. We pass a bitchy-looking girl who gapes at us. “Jealousy’s bad for the soul, hun,” I wink at her cutely. “Can’t help it if my man’s a gorgeous hunk.” We sail past her. She claps a hand to her mouth. She’s floored by my smugness.
That’s the thing with stories. Keep characters to a bare minimum. The more characters you put in, the more things you’d have to write. Gah. I remember writing a story in school when I was 17. The title of the essay was Homecoming. I was too lazy to write more than one character, because I would have to have all these characters interact with one another. I would have to have speech marks and conversations, and I was just soooo lazyyyy. So my essay had only one character, about a man who had come home to his dead-end hometown after years of being away. No dialogue, just his thoughts throughout. He questioned the existence of God and religion. Best essay ever. I scored an A.
Don’t tell me we’ll lose our Candy errand Boy/girl? She will survive this, YOU HEAR ME!
She has legs of steel, she will get through this, she’ll get her rooftop and she WILL LIVE happily ever after!
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
September 24, 2019 at 7:34 PM
Here’s the latest update, guys.
Yeah, still here.
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
September 24, 2019 at 7:35 PM
He’s stirring.
Oh, thank heavens.
“Babe.”
His eyes open.
“Babe, it’s me.”
“Candy?” I’m crying.
He’s calling me Candy. Not Zit face, or Monkey Face or Stinky Poo.
Candy.
I feel a jolt of happiness.
“How’re you feeling, babe?”
“I – I – ” He runs a hand over his eyes. “I feel so tired. Drained. My legs…my legs…” He struggles up, his eyes filled with panic. “I can’t feel my legs…!”
“Chill, babe.” I pat him. “That’s because I’m sitting on them. Been sitting for the past hour.” I smile cutely. “That’s how long you’ve been out, babe.
“Oh, thank God.” He collapses back against the pillows. “For a moment I thought – I thought – ” He draws a shaky breath.
“I’d never let anything happen to you, babe.” I put my forehead to his. “I’d cut off my two legs and break my ankles and slice off my tongue and all ten fingers before I’d let anything bad happen to you.” My eyes fill with tears.
He looks faint. Love can be over-powering sometimes, and looking at his white face, I know he’s overcome by the rush of love he feels for me.
I feel something warm and wet slide between our noses.
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“Am I bleeding?”
“Huh?”
“My head, babe. The hole they patched up. Is it bleeding?”
“No, it’s not.”
I wait.
And wait.
I do ten push-ups. Take a five-minute nap. Brush my teeth. Practise my cute Candy smile in the mirror. And then I look at the time and twenty minutes have passed.
He’s still staring at my face.
Wow.
Just, wow.
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“So if my head’s okay, then what’s this wet stuff on my face?”
“Erm…”
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“Focus, babe. Quit spacing out.”
“Okay.”
“So?”
“So what?”
“So what’s with the wet stuff on my face?”
“Oh, hang on.” I love him, I do, but sometimes, he can be just a teeny-weeny bitsy bit maddening.
“Ah.”
“Ah? What? What?”
“Ah, it’s…”
“It’s?”
“The…”
“THE WHAT? WHAAT?? WHAAAATTT???? JUST FREAKING SAY IT OMG ALREADY!”
“The zit.”
“Zit?”
“Yeah, it broke.”
I feel sad suddenly.
That zit was beautiful. It glowed like a snow-capped Mount Fuji. And now it’s broken. SPLAT! Gone, just like that. Life can be so transient.
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“You ready to leave?”
“Am I?”
“Yeah, the doc says you were suffering from exhaustion and dehydration. He says you’re fine. You just need lots of TLC.”
We’re on the way back to his condo.
People keep staring at us.
Love’s like that. Couples in love float in a bubble. They’re in a world of their own. Love’s an aura that surrounds us. I catch a few incredulous glances, and more than one gasp. We pass a bitchy-looking girl who gapes at us. “Jealousy’s bad for the soul, hun,” I wink at her cutely. “Can’t help it if my man’s a gorgeous hunk.” We sail past her. She claps a hand to her mouth. She’s floored by my smugness.
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
September 24, 2019 at 7:39 PM
We’re almost there.
I clench my teeth. I wipe the sweat off my brow.
I hoist his butt up. He tightens his arms around my neck.
“Hold on, babe. Just a few more steps.”
My knees are buckling with the weight of him on my back. My spine is creaking. I can’t breathe that well.
But it’s okay.
He ain’t heavy. He’s my babe.
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Ally
September 24, 2019 at 8:00 PM
So, did our candy get any treatment for her own mortal wound? Or was that all in her head? Nonexistent head.
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
September 25, 2019 at 5:40 AM
You are making me laugh again. It’s so ally – ly.
Kairoskat 💐
September 24, 2019 at 8:33 PM
I’m glad he’s still alive. But I guess candy girl will die in his arms at the condo next. And he will be free~~~~ ahahaha
FlyingTool
September 24, 2019 at 8:55 PM
If she dies, our Candy will be one of those ghosts with unfinished business, hanging around CH and getting more grudge filled over time…
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
September 25, 2019 at 5:41 AM
Creepyyyy
FlyingTool
September 24, 2019 at 9:08 PM
Shades of Eun Chan carrying Han Kyul all the way to his house and then all the way back to her place…
Hmmm… I wonder what our Candy’s place looks like? Is she a *gasp* rooftop dweller?
Hmmm… the mind boggles at what might be in that room…
FlyingTool
September 24, 2019 at 9:16 PM
“That zit was beautiful. It glowed like a snow-capped Mount Fuji. And now it’s broken. SPLAT! Gone, just like that. Life can be so transient.“
That’s so poetic. So elegiac. Feels like there’s an Ode to a Zit behind there somewhere.
LT is Irresistibly Indifferent, Dame Judi
September 24, 2019 at 9:37 PM
Not when you pull up db during your lunch hour , it isn’t
blnmom
September 24, 2019 at 10:02 PM
🤢🤮
azzo
September 25, 2019 at 9:31 PM
the zit part made me squirm so bad!
mugyuljoie is preciousss
September 24, 2019 at 9:55 PM
Candy Errand Boy Girl is such a sweet talker, isn’t she?
liar song #PuppyNotPuppyLeeJaeWookIsBack
September 24, 2019 at 10:10 PM
Mandatory “Where is Veronica and the other twins?” comment here.
I like the reverse piggy back. Candy’s legs would be numb and unusable before CH even dies. That’s true love right there.
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
September 25, 2019 at 5:50 AM
That’s the thing with stories. Keep characters to a bare minimum. The more characters you put in, the more things you’d have to write. Gah. I remember writing a story in school when I was 17. The title of the essay was Homecoming. I was too lazy to write more than one character, because I would have to have all these characters interact with one another. I would have to have speech marks and conversations, and I was just soooo lazyyyy. So my essay had only one character, about a man who had come home to his dead-end hometown after years of being away. No dialogue, just his thoughts throughout. He questioned the existence of God and religion. Best essay ever. I scored an A.
liar song #PuppyNotPuppyLeeJaeWookIsBack
September 25, 2019 at 6:22 AM
Are we getting the next episode of CH CEO with just CH’s monologue!? CAN’T WAIT FOR AN A++ UPDATE
You should make a spinoff with Veronica and the triplets. But I hope you level up before that even happens.
Rumi~
September 25, 2019 at 2:02 AM
What if the heavy hunk is suddenly energised & just eats candy? 🍬 She’ll be gone in a glob…
parkchuna ❤️🍉
September 25, 2019 at 7:20 AM
a zit-stained candy..yuckk 😀
Rumi~
September 25, 2019 at 3:01 PM
The zit burst. He’d clean her up then gobble.
bbstl 🧹
September 25, 2019 at 8:21 AM
I just want you to know that in the center of the US there is someone who checks your stats every morning and night and yells “nooooooooo!”
Your imagery is so strong, YY! Thank goodness there are emojis for me to portray the climax of your story 🗻 ➡️ 🌋
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
September 25, 2019 at 5:14 PM
Hahahaha Laughed my head off.
azzo
September 25, 2019 at 9:36 PM
Don’t tell me we’ll lose our Candy errand Boy/girl? She will survive this, YOU HEAR ME!
She has legs of steel, she will get through this, she’ll get her rooftop and she WILL LIVE happily ever after!
Candies are strong, Candies don’t die!
growingbeautifully
September 26, 2019 at 9:46 AM
Ah the zit has made an explosive reappearance … or was it just a sad splat?
growingbeautifully
September 27, 2019 at 4:02 PM
@yyishere Do you think there’s a conspiracy to keep you longer running Errands so that this saga can rival the longest cdrama’s?