I am running prettily like Suzy in Vagabond, my hair flying in the wind, my breaths coming in gasps.
Pause to think.
How on earth did I find time to watch Suzy in Vagabond when I hadn’t even had time to sleep these past two – no, three…four or more days?
I don’t know. I can’t think straight anymore.
Hang on.
How on earth did I get out of the bathroom? That Veronica thing was swinging a sword at my head.
One minute, I’m in there. The next, I’m out, running, running, running.
I can hear her footsteps pounding behind me. Bare feet, slapping on the tiles.
Maybe this is a nightmare.
I’ll pinch myself.
One pinch.
Two pinches.
Three pinches.
I’m still running.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
She’s gaining on me. You know, like that scene in Strong Woman Do Bong Soon, with that dumb, pea-brained girl walking down a dark alley, and the psycho following her from behind, and she starts to panic, and starts to hurry, and the footsteps start to pick up in pace, and then she’s running, and he starts running, too, and I’m so crazy scared I holler, “That’ll teach you, you dummy, you’re so dumb you’re getting what you deserve!”
I run smack into something hard.
I scream and scream my lungs out.
This is it.
Cut down in the prime of my candihood.
I’ll go down fighting.
Candy boygirls are brave.Candy boygirls are strong.
Candy boygirls have hands encased in iron, tipped with talons for fingers, forged by an eternity of hard, endless, bone-breaking labour.
I sink my fingernails deep into the body imprisoning me.
“Oof.” I hear a yelp. “Ouch.”
It can’t be.
“Babe?”
He’s holding me in his strong arms.
“I’ve got you.” His grip tightens.
This is the tricky part.
The Embrace.
When the Candy Girl is embraced by the Cold Hot Guy, she reacts in any one of, or a combination of, or, in most likelihood, ALL of the following ways.
1. She freezes.
2. She pushes at him weakly with balled fists (Note: Balled fists are way cuter), but he holds her tighter, refusing to let her go.
3. She splutters, and huffs cutely, and says dumb stuff in a cute, helpless way. “What are you doing?” “Let me go.” “How dare you!” She may say one, two, or ALL of these three things, because this is the foolproof, guaranteed way to drive viewers insane with annoyance. Candy girls live to drive viewers insane with annoyance.
4. She struggles helplessly for a while, when she knows jolly well all she has to do is to knee him in the crown jewels to get him to release her, but does she do that? Nope. Never. Why? BECAUSE SHE’S JUST PRETENDING TO BE MAD AND OMG, IT MAKES ME SO, SO MAD SEEING HER FAKENESS!!!
Anyway, where was I?
Oh, yes.
Cold Hot Guy is embracing me.
“What’s wrong?” he says soothingly.
I look around.
There’s no one there.
“Babe.” My voice is like sandpaper. That’s what happens when you speak in a syrupy-sweet Candy voice for days on end, and scream your lungs out for ten minutes straight. “Veronica chased me. She was right behind me. She’s a crazy psycho killer. She wanted to kill me. With the samurai sword.”
“Veronica?”
“Yeah. She said her name’s Veronica. Is she Victoria’s twin?”
“Victoria is an only child.” He frowns. “Were you sleepwalking?”
He thinks I dreamt the whole thing.
I am hurt.
I bat my eyelashes, and swallow my tears and bite my trembling lips. I almost want to stick out my tongue, but remember in time that Candy Girls only stick out their tongues, complete with a cute pout, in happy times, like when they are staggering about drunk, and tottering unsteadily on their heels.
“She was here.” I drag him to the bathroom.
There’s no one there.
“Right here.” My voice trails off. “She was hiding. Right here.”
But the bathroom is empty.
“I saw her here in the mirror. I was standing right here. And then I looked up and there she was. Standing behind me. Looking right at me.”
I look up.
Omg.
She’s standing there.
I scream.
YIKESSSSSSSSS!!!!!
She’s standing behind us.
She looks horrible. Her hair is matted. Her eyes are big red globes of red. I can see the veins in her forehead. Her hands are claws. Her face is a twisted mask of malevolence and rage. I have never seen anyone so ugly in my life. She is even uglier than The Bride of Chucky.
I scream and scream and scream.
“Hey, stop. Stop. It’s okay, Candy.” My babe is shaking me. “Candy, Candy, it’s okay. There’s no one behind you.”
“But there is, there is!” I scream. “She’s there!” I point. “Standing right there. Don’t you see her?”
“Oh, that,” he says awkwardly, and coughs, “that’s just – ” and it hits me.
“Me.”
That ugly creature, the stuff nightmares are made of, is – me.
“Oh. Right. Sorry.” I stare at his chest. I’m in his arms. He must have hugged me again. Or maybe I jumped on him. “I’m a bit, um, tense. Sorry.”
“Hey.” He keeps his arms around me. I turn and bury my face against his shoulder, I let my whole body shake with the sobs. “Hey, hey there…,” he says again, but this time his voice comes to me through his chest wall, deeper and softer, and somehow slower. His hand hovers above my shoulder, and then settles, very gently, on my hair. “Candy, it’s going to be okay.”
It is that one word, Candy, that brings me back to my senses, reminding me of who I am, and who he is, and what I am doing here. I gulp furiously (and cutely, of course) and take a step back, wiping my eyes on my sleeve.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here. And I’ll take care of you.” His brow is creasing with each word that’s coming out of his mouth.
“I won’t let go of you – ” He claps his hands over his mouth.
He looks at me. His eyes are agonised.
“What’s wrong, babe?” I know it’s because he’s torn between his love for me, and his obligations to his family and Victoria.
“Have you ever felt that you are being forced to say things against your will? Like someone is putting words into your mouth? Like you’re a – a character in a story? Like something is wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it? Like someone is writing a story of your life, and nothing makes sense?”
He runs a trembling hand over his hair. “Like we’ve been trapped in this house for ages?” He licks his lips. “And we don’t know what time it is? And I should be going to work now, but all I do is sleep, and wake up, and lie down in bed, and one minute, I’m in my bedroom, and the next I’m here, with you?”
His eyes are wild.
“What the heck is going on?”
“Maybe we’re dreaming, babe. And you know what’s weird, babe?” I whisper.
“What?
“Azzo and her Oppa came just a while ago, and now – and now…” Both of us turn and look at the empty sofa. “And now they’re gone.”
I think she was imagining it all, Oppa and I might be her imagination as well! Her mind is playing tricks on her.. she’s slowly losing it, she couldn’t recognize herself.. very sad!
@azzo1 maybe the creaking is the knees of Cold Hot CEO’s chaebol father? The one who spotted you a few weeks ago and decided Candy errand boygirl would be the perfect hard working mate to his son?
@yyishere I’m scaring you? and this “Her hair is matted. Her eyes are big red globes of red. I can see the veins in her forehead. Her hands are claws. Her face is a twisted mask of malevolence and rage” isn’t creepy to you? Umm.. okay!
My thought all along. Things descended into madness a long time ago—like when we first met Victoria/Veronica. She’s been dreaming or was knocked out when Victoria came over, and Hot-cold CEO with Victoria’s help took the sword and bludgeoned her while she was in the closet looking for clothes to dress her neckid a$$. Still waiting for her true love (in the form of Park Hae Jin) to arrive and rescue her from the closet (as they tied her up and left her there unconscious.).
Cue up “Superstition” by Stevie Wonder and crank your speakers up to 11, Errand Boy Girl. It will blow out the cobwebs and have you feeling better in no time.
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 6:35 AM
Latest update on The Cold Hot CEO and the Candy Boy Girl. Scroll below…
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 6:35 AM
“Babeeee!” I shriek.
I am running prettily like Suzy in Vagabond, my hair flying in the wind, my breaths coming in gasps.
Pause to think.
How on earth did I find time to watch Suzy in Vagabond when I hadn’t even had time to sleep these past two – no, three…four or more days?
I don’t know. I can’t think straight anymore.
Hang on.
How on earth did I get out of the bathroom? That Veronica thing was swinging a sword at my head.
One minute, I’m in there. The next, I’m out, running, running, running.
I can hear her footsteps pounding behind me. Bare feet, slapping on the tiles.
Maybe this is a nightmare.
I’ll pinch myself.
One pinch.
Two pinches.
Three pinches.
I’m still running.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
She’s gaining on me. You know, like that scene in Strong Woman Do Bong Soon, with that dumb, pea-brained girl walking down a dark alley, and the psycho following her from behind, and she starts to panic, and starts to hurry, and the footsteps start to pick up in pace, and then she’s running, and he starts running, too, and I’m so crazy scared I holler, “That’ll teach you, you dummy, you’re so dumb you’re getting what you deserve!”
I run smack into something hard.
I scream and scream my lungs out.
This is it.
Cut down in the prime of my candihood.
I’ll go down fighting.
Candy boygirls are brave.Candy boygirls are strong.
Candy boygirls have hands encased in iron, tipped with talons for fingers, forged by an eternity of hard, endless, bone-breaking labour.
I sink my fingernails deep into the body imprisoning me.
“Oof.” I hear a yelp. “Ouch.”
It can’t be.
“Babe?”
He’s holding me in his strong arms.
“I’ve got you.” His grip tightens.
This is the tricky part.
The Embrace.
When the Candy Girl is embraced by the Cold Hot Guy, she reacts in any one of, or a combination of, or, in most likelihood, ALL of the following ways.
1. She freezes.
2. She pushes at him weakly with balled fists (Note: Balled fists are way cuter), but he holds her tighter, refusing to let her go.
3. She splutters, and huffs cutely, and says dumb stuff in a cute, helpless way. “What are you doing?” “Let me go.” “How dare you!” She may say one, two, or ALL of these three things, because this is the foolproof, guaranteed way to drive viewers insane with annoyance. Candy girls live to drive viewers insane with annoyance.
4. She struggles helplessly for a while, when she knows jolly well all she has to do is to knee him in the crown jewels to get him to release her, but does she do that? Nope. Never. Why? BECAUSE SHE’S JUST PRETENDING TO BE MAD AND OMG, IT MAKES ME SO, SO MAD SEEING HER FAKENESS!!!
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 6:39 AM
Tagging all the crazy beanies out there
@egads @pakalanapikake @wishfultoki @katakwasabi @bbstl @parkchuna @ndlessjoie @outofthisworld
@coffeprince4eva @bcampbell1662
@cloggie @sicarius @azzo1 @ally-le @anothernicole
@bea818 @oppafangirl @korfan @kiara @hebang
@growingbeautifully @kethysk @13infamyss @hotcocoagirl
@snarkyjellyfish
@stpauligurl @moomoomoondog @raonah
@lugirl131415
@blnmom @sensationalfantasy @ayaan @kethysk
@leetennant
@maybemaknae
Ayan
October 2, 2019 at 11:49 AM
Did CH CEO drug the omelette?
This must be a halucination right?
mugyuljoie is preciousss
October 2, 2019 at 10:49 PM
Awesome new word – candihood! I love it.
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 6:37 AM
Anyway, where was I?
Oh, yes.
Cold Hot Guy is embracing me.
“What’s wrong?” he says soothingly.
I look around.
There’s no one there.
“Babe.” My voice is like sandpaper. That’s what happens when you speak in a syrupy-sweet Candy voice for days on end, and scream your lungs out for ten minutes straight. “Veronica chased me. She was right behind me. She’s a crazy psycho killer. She wanted to kill me. With the samurai sword.”
“Veronica?”
“Yeah. She said her name’s Veronica. Is she Victoria’s twin?”
“Victoria is an only child.” He frowns. “Were you sleepwalking?”
He thinks I dreamt the whole thing.
I am hurt.
I bat my eyelashes, and swallow my tears and bite my trembling lips. I almost want to stick out my tongue, but remember in time that Candy Girls only stick out their tongues, complete with a cute pout, in happy times, like when they are staggering about drunk, and tottering unsteadily on their heels.
“She was here.” I drag him to the bathroom.
There’s no one there.
“Right here.” My voice trails off. “She was hiding. Right here.”
But the bathroom is empty.
“I saw her here in the mirror. I was standing right here. And then I looked up and there she was. Standing behind me. Looking right at me.”
I look up.
Omg.
She’s standing there.
I scream.
YIKESSSSSSSSS!!!!!
She’s standing behind us.
She looks horrible. Her hair is matted. Her eyes are big red globes of red. I can see the veins in her forehead. Her hands are claws. Her face is a twisted mask of malevolence and rage. I have never seen anyone so ugly in my life. She is even uglier than The Bride of Chucky.
I scream and scream and scream.
“Hey, stop. Stop. It’s okay, Candy.” My babe is shaking me. “Candy, Candy, it’s okay. There’s no one behind you.”
“But there is, there is!” I scream. “She’s there!” I point. “Standing right there. Don’t you see her?”
“Oh, that,” he says awkwardly, and coughs, “that’s just – ” and it hits me.
“Me.”
That ugly creature, the stuff nightmares are made of, is – me.
“Oh. Right. Sorry.” I stare at his chest. I’m in his arms. He must have hugged me again. Or maybe I jumped on him. “I’m a bit, um, tense. Sorry.”
“Hey.” He keeps his arms around me. I turn and bury my face against his shoulder, I let my whole body shake with the sobs. “Hey, hey there…,” he says again, but this time his voice comes to me through his chest wall, deeper and softer, and somehow slower. His hand hovers above my shoulder, and then settles, very gently, on my hair. “Candy, it’s going to be okay.”
It is that one word, Candy, that brings me back to my senses, reminding me of who I am, and who he is, and what I am doing here. I gulp furiously (and cutely, of course) and take a step back, wiping my eyes on my sleeve.
“Oh my God, babe, I’m so s-sorry.”
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 6:38 AM
“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here. And I’ll take care of you.” His brow is creasing with each word that’s coming out of his mouth.
“I won’t let go of you – ” He claps his hands over his mouth.
He looks at me. His eyes are agonised.
“What’s wrong, babe?” I know it’s because he’s torn between his love for me, and his obligations to his family and Victoria.
“Have you ever felt that you are being forced to say things against your will? Like someone is putting words into your mouth? Like you’re a – a character in a story? Like something is wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it? Like someone is writing a story of your life, and nothing makes sense?”
He runs a trembling hand over his hair. “Like we’ve been trapped in this house for ages?” He licks his lips. “And we don’t know what time it is? And I should be going to work now, but all I do is sleep, and wake up, and lie down in bed, and one minute, I’m in my bedroom, and the next I’m here, with you?”
His eyes are wild.
“What the heck is going on?”
“Maybe we’re dreaming, babe. And you know what’s weird, babe?” I whisper.
“What?
“Azzo and her Oppa came just a while ago, and now – and now…” Both of us turn and look at the empty sofa. “And now they’re gone.”
CREAKKKKKKKK
We freeze.
It’s coming from the bedroom.
CREAKKKKKKKKK
There it is again.
Something – or someone – is in there.
growingbeautifully
October 2, 2019 at 7:55 AM
Hey! What happened to the sword?
azzo
October 2, 2019 at 9:03 AM
I think she was imagining it all, Oppa and I might be her imagination as well! Her mind is playing tricks on her.. she’s slowly losing it, she couldn’t recognize herself.. very sad!
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 9:23 AM
Maybe I’ll make you the serial killer in the next chapter.
azzo
October 2, 2019 at 9:28 AM
Me, a serial killer? Nah, you wouldn’t do that! What would happen to Oppa then?
Also, what is all that creaking 😨
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 9:32 AM
@azzo1 Are you afraid?
azzo
October 2, 2019 at 9:35 AM
I don’t know.. should I be?
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 9:43 AM
@azzo1 Hm. An honest answer. Should you be afraid? I don’t know, either. Maybe we should ask Oppa. Oppa who? Sorry. Just talked to myself.
mugyuljoie is preciousss
October 2, 2019 at 10:56 PM
@azzo1 maybe the creaking is the knees of Cold Hot CEO’s chaebol father? The one who spotted you a few weeks ago and decided Candy errand boygirl would be the perfect hard working mate to his son?
FlyingTool
October 2, 2019 at 9:26 AM
Our Candy is sliding though the universe of genres! She’s currently (potentially) in a horror genre…
azzo
October 2, 2019 at 9:31 AM
So is she like.. possessed? By Veronica’s ghost?
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 9:33 AM
Yeah. It’s descended into chaos. Throw in everything, and make everybody confused.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 9:37 AM
@azzo1 That’s creepy. * shivers* You’re scaring me. 🤤
azzo
October 2, 2019 at 9:42 AM
@yyishere I’m scaring you? and this “Her hair is matted. Her eyes are big red globes of red. I can see the veins in her forehead. Her hands are claws. Her face is a twisted mask of malevolence and rage” isn’t creepy to you? Umm.. okay!
Ally
October 2, 2019 at 10:39 AM
My thought all along. Things descended into madness a long time ago—like when we first met Victoria/Veronica. She’s been dreaming or was knocked out when Victoria came over, and Hot-cold CEO with Victoria’s help took the sword and bludgeoned her while she was in the closet looking for clothes to dress her neckid a$$. Still waiting for her true love (in the form of Park Hae Jin) to arrive and rescue her from the closet (as they tied her up and left her there unconscious.).
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 5:29 PM
See, ally, you just made me laugh my head off again.
Ally
October 2, 2019 at 8:10 PM
If I say it enough, it’ll be true.
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 9:21 AM
Sheesh. Don’t think too much. 😬
FlyingTool
October 2, 2019 at 9:36 AM
No,Candy! Don’t open that door!
WishfulToki
October 2, 2019 at 1:48 PM
“Cut down in the prime of my candihood”. 😂😂
But of course it’s a dream or parallel universe: HC CEO frowned. *gasp* This is the first time he’s ever frowned at Candy.
PakalanaPikake
October 2, 2019 at 3:04 PM
Just then, the mirror cracks from side to side.
Cue up “Superstition” by Stevie Wonder and crank your speakers up to 11, Errand Boy Girl. It will blow out the cobwebs and have you feeling better in no time.
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 5:15 PM
I read “Satisfaction” by mistake, and immediately Mick Jagger’s voice started growling in my head…
PakalanaPikake
October 2, 2019 at 8:50 PM
“Satisfaction” works, too. But I think Errand Boy Girl is actually in the midst of her “19th Nervous Breakdown.” 😉
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 2, 2019 at 5:13 PM
He IS sweet, isn’t he? I have a soft spot for him. I imagine him befuddled in a cute way.
mugyuljoie is preciousss
October 2, 2019 at 10:57 PM
Candihood is my new favorite word.
Rumi~
October 4, 2019 at 8:53 PM
I had a great laugh. Thank you for helping in abating my anxiety .
YY Chats with Toast Between Bites
October 5, 2019 at 3:53 AM
Always glad to be of service. 😂