There’s so many comments on the original fanfic post that I have trouble loading the page so I decided to start a new thread. This is the MinhoYoung collaborative fanfic part 2.
A lot of the comments are just people talking about the story or me trying to figure out who’s going next. The actual story could probably be read in an hour.
@raonah, I seem to have impulse-written an addition to the fanfic. As it doesn’t involve Minho or Boyoung or Namwoo or the radiology couple , I’ll just post it. It shouldn’t interfere with anybody’s plotlines!
(but I also don’t think it should be the first one on the new page, so I’m just going to stick it on the bottom of the previous one)
I just remembered that I wanted happiness for all….
Nam-woo stumbled and grabbed the metal railing with his phone still to his ear. He had barely stepped onto the bus when he finally answered Bo-young’s 5th call to him, where all he heard was someone hysterically shouting, “He’s had a wreck, he’s in surgery!” The rest was a blur as he staggered backwards, his feet hitting the pavement. “Are you coming on or not, young man?” shouted the driver. Nam-woo couldn’t even process what he was hearing and just managed to cough out an “I’m sorry,” as the doors closed in front of him. He didn’t even know who he was addressing the apology to or why he was even apologizing. As the bus pulled out from the stop, following not far behind was a taxi with two more people shouting at him as they drove past. “What on the face of God’s green earth are you doing?” “How much did you drink before you left your apartment?” Joo-yong and Dae-bang were hanging out of the side windows. “Ahjusshi, stop the taxi!” Joo Yong finally called out as the car stopped at the corner of the street. Finally, realizing what he had to do, Nam Woo joined the shouting, “Taxi! I need to go to Anseong!”
As Nam-oo shoved both Joo-yong and Dae-bang over and slammed the door, they sat for a second squished like sardines in a can just staring at each other like they all had an extra heads growing from their necks. “What are you two doing here?” his eyes growing wide just realizing who these people were who were just being so rude to him. “What are WE doing here? What are YOU doing here? And why do you need to go to Anseong? Isn’t that where Min Ho took Bo-young?” Joo-yong was firing questions faster than Nam Woo could answer them. “Ahjusshi, how fast can you get to Anseong?” Nam Woo was on mission. His best friend could lay dying in surgery and he felt guilty just thinking a few minutes earlier that his friend’s money would solve all his problems. “Not fast enough to make you three in that back seat not feel intimate for the rest of the ride,” laughed the driver. “Son, get in front and give those guys some breathing room!” With that, Nam Woo opened the door, falling back onto the pavement, eventually sliding into the front seat, with an exasperated Joo Yong looking on and a perplexed Dae-bang wondering if he should have been the one to move to the front seat, while Ahjusshi taxi driver was sure all of the inhabitants of this vehicle except him were soundly inebriated.
“Seriously, Nam-woo, we’ve been following you for the past 1000 meters. Where ARE we going? And why do you look like someone just died?”
Joo-yong had just had enough and after not getting those cute girls’ numbers, thinking he was actually about to follow a bus to God-only-knows-where, and now was in a taxi to Anseong with Dae-bang and Nam Woo.
“Actually, someone IS dying! Min-ho!” He spun around meeting Joo-yong’s angry stare. Tears, which he had been holding in, and then too shocked to release, finally flowed from Nam Woo’s tear ducts. The entire evening’s events were too much for him to deny those tears. “There’s been an accident. Bo-young just called. He’s having surgery at his parent’s hospital in Anseong. If you don’t want to go, get out of the taxi, NOW!” he shouted, sputtering and sniffing after every sentence.
After his outburst, both Dae-bang and Joo-yong could only sit in silence as the taxi driver drove away.
They sat that way, listening to Nam Woo’s quiet crying for half an hour before Dae-bang mustered up enough courage to say, “Nam-woo, is Min-ho really dying?” Nam Woo pulled his face out of his hands, looked up out of his lap, which he had been staring at since yelling at Joo-yong, “I don’t know. They wouldn’t tell Bo-young anything because she’s not a guardian and apparently his family isn’t there either. She only said that he was bleeding from his head and abdomen. He was just covered with blood. The car flipped but he did have his seat belt on. Bo-young is beside herself.”
“Were to talking to her this whole time? Where to going to go to Anseong after we saw you?” Joo Yong had regained his composure.
“No, I was about to go see my first love and was talking to my mom about our bankruptcy 10 years ago.” There was nothing that Nam Woo wouldn’t tell these guys now. They had seen him at his most vulnerable. “Min-ho yelled at me the last time we talked, and I ignored it, but I should have called him back when he hung up. He must have gotten in his car in that agitated state and wasn’t in his right mind. I’m such a terrible friend. I’m so selfish, I only worry about my life, and there his is handing in the balance.” He paused to catch his breath, about to burst into tears the 3rd time this evening. “I was going to get her back, Mi-rae. I don’t know what I’m going to do now. It just doesn’t seem that important anymore.”
All the radiology duo could look at each other. It was Dae-bang who broke the silence.
“Well, it sounds like we have to go help Min-ho and Bo-young first. Right?”
“Of course we do! Why do you think we’re in a taxi to Anseong!” This was almost too much stress for Nam-woo to handle. His first love would have to wait.
I don’t know if I would call it excellent! All I know is that I see how hard it is to actually move a plot along when all you have are characters reacting to other characters around them.
@ally-le I would! I’m super glad that you’re taking on Nam Woo and Mir-Ae’s storyline. I had totally forgotten that Min Ho had just finished yelling at Nam Woo before getting in the car accident. Its interesting to read his reaction and how he’s blaming himself. Good job, you.
I can too! They’re the perfect counterpoint to Nam-woo’s sad state of affairs and inject much needed humor into his scenes. Thanks for requesting more of them!
One Week Later
Minho walked quickly (or as quickly as he could given that he was still recovering from the accident) with his hood up and his hands in his pockets avoiding making eye contact with anyone. It was a warm day in June, too warm for a jacket, but he didn’t want anyone he knew to see him. He took a deep breath and walked into Sincheon Hospital. He wasn’t supposed to be here today since it was his day off but he had something important to do. He boarded the elevator and, by force of habit, he almost pressed the button for the fourth floor, the Physical Therapy Department. He reminded himself of why he had come here today, winced momentarily, and pressed the button for the seventh floor. He felt the elevator surge upward.
*ding*
The elevator doors opened. For a moment, he considered running away. But no, this was too important to run away from. If he ever wanted to have a meaningful relationship with BoYoung he had to do this. Just as the doors were about to close again, he got off the elevator. He walked up to the reception desk.
“Hello. Do you have an appointment?”
“Yeah”
“Name?”
“Minho” he said under his breath.
“Pardon?”
“Minho” he answered again, slightly louder this time.
“Ah! Minho! Welcome! The doctor is waiting for you! Just go down the hall and it’s the first door on your right.”
Now that he was almost there, his feet felt like they had 1000kg weights attached to them. He walked slowly down the hall and read the nameplate on the first door on the right “Dr. Ra On Ah” and in smaller letters below “Psychologist”. This was it. He steadied his nerves, opened the door, and walked in.
A middle-aged woman wearing a light green blouse looked up from her computer.
“You must be Minho! Come on in!”
“Hi.” He replied standing awkwardly just inside the door.
“Have a seat.” She gestured to a comfy looking arm chair. “Would you like some tea?”
“Umm… Yes, tea sounds good.” He sank into the soft chair as Dr. Ra prepared the tea. “I thought psychologists all had couches in their office… That’s how it always is in movies at least.”
“Well, we used to but we found that people fell asleep instead of talking to us. The movies haven’t gotten the memo about the change yet apparently” She laughed, handed him his tea, and settled into the arm chair across from him. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Dr. Ra looked at him expectantly through her gold-rimmed glasses.
Minho sipped some of the steaming hot tea, took a deep breath, and began.
“Well, there’s this girl. And I really like her but it seems like every time we are starting to get close, I suddenly get angry at her for no reason and push her away.” He told her all about his history with BoYoung. Starting with how BoYoung had confessed and he’d brutally rejected her back when they were in college. And ending with the fight last week after BoYoung’s confession and kiss.
There wasn’t anything to tell after that because he and BoYoung had been avoiding each other as much as possible since then.
Dr. Ra had been nodding along and asking for clarification on certain points while he told his story.
“Hmmm. That’s very interesting. Tell me. What is your relationship with your family like?”
“My family?!” He snorted derisively. “I might as well not even have a family considering how little my family cares about me.”
“What do you mean?”
Minho launched into another long story of all the times his family had neglected him in favor of his “smarter”, “better-looking”, “amazing” older brother. He finally finished and took another swallow of his now-cold tea. “So what do you think? What should I do? I really want to date BoYoung but it seems like I always mess things up.”
“I think I began to see where the issue is… Since your family rejected you so much as a child, you’ve developed a self-defense mechanism of pushing people away before they get too close to you in order to prevent them from being able to reject you as well. I’m going to give you some homework to do. Don’t worry, you won’t be graded on it.” She smiled again. “It’s just some exercises that I think will help you to change your subconscious and, as a result, change your behaviour.” She wrote down a few things on a yellow pad of paper, tore off the top sheet, and handed it to him. “Was there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?”
“No, Dr. Ra. That was everything. I’ll make sure to do these.” He answered, waving the yellow paper.
“Great! We’ll talk about how it went next week. Work hard. See you next time”
“Thanks Dr. Ra. Goodbye.”
He turned and walked out of the office with a bounce in his step.
Hey~~~ Just had a really big few family days, and do have tomorrow off but I’m going to Australia on Sunday and I haven’t even read the latest installments!!! So would you give me… idk till tomorrow morning to decide whether or not to write? Would that be ok? It might just end up being a no but I don’t have the energy to know yet haha.
Thanks!
I watched it all the way to the bitter end hoping that the MinHoYoung would sail…💔 What beanies have come up with so far is way better than the actual ending 😄
I didn’t bother, as I knew I’d just get mad. I had plans to watch the ending but after reading the writer’s statement I changed my mind. Thanks but no thanks, show. 😄
Can I just say, Thank Dr. Ra that we’re not in God-forsaken Anseong anymore? This is great! Love that you psychoanalysed Min-Ho. It’s just what he needs (insight) into why he acts the way he does.
Bo Young plastered herself against the wall outside of the hospital cafeteria. Slowly, like a turtle poking its way out of its shell Bo Young poked her head around the door of the room and stealthily looked around. She didn’t see Min Ho but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. After their fight Bo Young was of two minds: 1. Avoid. Avoid. AVOID. Avoid at ALL COST! But then there was number 2. Keep an eye on him–he was just in surgery! Who cares about him as much as she does? His family doesn’t and while his friends do–its not the same as how much she cares about him. So…she may have fallen into some old not so good habits. Of stealthily observing the person she has feelings for.
She may have washed his car the night before.
And asked Nam Woo to smuggle Min Ho’s laundry to her so that she could take care of it (and she’s pretty sure she wound up doing all three boys laundry, but it was worth it)
And she may have been leaving baskets of food outside of his door. But, he probably didn’t know it was her—she didn’t leave poetry. And he didn’t think that she cared about him anymore.
She knew that if they were ever going to be together they needed a clean break from their old behavior: namely Min Ho yelling at her and her bursting into tears and excepting all of the blame. But, she also knew that she wasn’t perfect in their non-starting relationship. She kept maybe leading him on a little bit? Telling him she liked him or loved him and then taking it away again. Like she was trying to train a puppy. Here, Min-Ho Puppy! If you are good and do exactly what I want you’ll earn my love! But if you don’t then you’re a jerk and I hate you!
Bo Young moved in a zig-zag fashion, waddling from table to table, stopping to poke her head up and stealthily look around before creeping to the next table. She hadn’t seen Min Ho enter the cafeteria (a fact which made her shoot up and stare wildly behind her to see if he had come in after her and saw her table-to-table ninja like moves–not there. She sank back down–looking all around her through narrowed eyes once more). But from her….long distance observing….she had seen him entering the hospital and she had already crept around the Physical Therapy Department looking for him. Where was he? She hadn’t seen him up close today and she hadn’t seen anyone who HAD seen him so she didn’t know how he was or what he needed. She knew he was avoiding her as much has she was avoiding him — which was actually distressing. She couldn’t figure out what that meant. If he really meant it when he said that he was done with her he wouldn’t bother avoiding her—right? But he had also said that he was done with medicine and Korea but he was still there. That didn’t mean he hadn’t booked a plane for somewhere else for once he felt better, though. And it turns out that even though Nam Woo was his best friend and they lived in the same room together he was a terrible spy!
Whenever she asked him to find out basic information like—WHETHER OR NOT HIS BEST FRIEND WAS LEAVING THE COUNTRY FOREVER–Nam Woo always came back with no information whatsoever.
Finally, Bo Young made it to the table she was searching for. She scooted to the edge, curled her fingers around the table top and slowly stretched up until just her forehead and eyes were visible. She looked around from face to face: interns, chief, Dr. Ye, Unnie, Nam Woo and no Min Ho. She sighed in relief and sank back down to under the table. With the coast clear (Where WAS he?) she scooted back out from under the table and bounced up. “Hello everyone! Is everyone eating lunch here? Ah! I should go–” she gestured behind her to the line for food. “Has anyone seen Min Ho today? I thought I saw him come in earlier but he wasn’t at work?” Did that sound normal? Did that sound like a normal question? Did she sound like a stalker? When would they get back to normal? Or better than normal?
“He’s getting food.” One of the interns said
“Right there…” The other pointed to where Min-Ho was standing, hands in pockets, head covered by the hood of his jacket but looking over in her direction with a quizzical expression (she was assuming) on his face.
“Oh!” She eeped, dropping once more to the ground. “Tell him to eat the bone broth soup! Its good for injuries!” She started an earnest scuttle away when she felt fingers dip, catch, and tug on the back of her scrubs uniform.
“Young lady.” It was the Chief. “Exactly how long do you intend to be like this? Its been a week. And I’ve got to say—you’re not exactly endearing yourself to the hiring committee crawling around like this. We like to hire confident doctors for full time employment.” He tugged lightly on Bo Youngs collar. “Stand up, young lady.” And so she did, right as Min Ho slowly walked over towards their table. For one shining moment she imagined herself bopping her head on his tray and sending the contents flying and then she’d be able to away to change her clothes and get out of this awkward situation. Fate, however, was not on her side.
@raonah If you asked me this morning, or even an hour ago, I would’ve said an emphatic yes. But my hand decided to deflate about 45 minutes ago, meaning I’m stuck with leaking gunk.
As you can see, however, I can still text. 😂 I’ll try to take a stab at it, it just might take a little bit.
@bammsie I really hope it feels better soon! It sounds like it hurts a lot!
If it ends up being too painful to type, let me know and we’ll hear from you on the next round 🙂
I have caught up with the story these last couple of days and you all are so amazing and talented! I’m invested in the story and must see it to the end. May I please be added to the readers list?!😀
Mi-rae was just getting off work at the noraebang at 3 am when her phone rang.
“Samchoon? Where are you? Why are you calling me so early in the morning? Is everything ok?”
“Dearest niece, where are you right now?”
“I’m just getting off my job and going home to sleep for a few hours.”
Mi-rae had three jobs. She worked in the public library as a librarian’s assistant from 8 am to 4 pm, then would go to the chicken shop as a delivery girl from 5 pm to 10 pm, then on weekends to the noraebang from 11 pm- 3 am. It was no mystery why she worked so hard; her father had passed away while in jail and she was the sole provider for her mother and two younger siblings. This was her lot and she had borne it for almost 11 years. She was bearing it well until she happened to meet Nam-woo, her ex-boyfriend—no, not her ex-boyfriend, her first love. It was rare that Mi-rae would let anything distract her from her goals. She wasn’t even looking for a boyfriend 11 years ago. He was just…so dang sweet to her. She loved the attention she received from him, more thoughtfulness than anyone had shown her in the past. She wanted to teach when she graduated from the university. However, that all changed when her father was prosecuted for embezzlement and imprisoned, leaving his family in debt. She had just started dating Nam-woo at the time, and though their infatuation was strong, she didn’t know how to tell him, and thought it was better to just break up. She had serious baggage. Her mother’s brother and his family had helped them, but he could only do so much, without much education and even less money.
“Mi-rae-ah, I went to Anseong and back, and dropped off a young person who I think knows you. I think he wants to see you, like REALLY WANTS TO.”
FLASHBACK (in the taxi going back to Seoul from Anseong):
“It looks like Min-ho will be fine physically, but I have no idea what’s going on between him and Bo-young,” Joo-Yung was happy to have left Anseong (like everyone else in that taxi).
“Yes. That boy is clueless, and that’s saying a lot coming from me,” Dae-bang interjected.
“I’m still in shock at Bo-young’s confession, or not-confession, rather? And yelling at his parents? What happened to her? She’s normally the level-headed one. To think I was about to ask her what I should do with my life.” Nam-woo was finally in a better state of mind.
“What are you going to do with your life?” Ahjusshi taxi driver couldn’t help but speak up. He had heard all about these kids’ trials from Seoul to Anseong, and now back to Seoul.
“Thank you, Ahjusshi, but I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Well, then, tell us about Mi-rae. We have a drive ahead and I feel I know you like better than my own kids. Didn’t you say she was your first love?”
“Tell us! Tell us!” Both Joo-yung and Dae-bang piped up in unison.
“Mi-rae-ah, his name is Kim Nam-woo.”
Mi-rae dropped her phone in the alley, in a puddle, in shock (good thing her phone was water-resistant). Uncle had spent over 2 hours with Nam-woo? She didn’t understand, didn’t she make it clear that she couldn’t be with him. Didn’t he otherwise leave her a note saying that all he wanted was for her to be happy?
“Mi-rae!!! Mi-rae!!!” She heard the muffled yells from her uncle as her speaker was in the water.
“Oh my goodness, Samchoon! I dropped my phone in the water! I’ll have to call you back later!”
“But Mi-rae, do you know him? Do you want his address?”
“Just text it to me, Samchoon! Kamsamnida! Bye!”
Taxi Ahjusshi hung up and looked perplexed at his phone. “That crazy girl, she never has time to talk and I hate texting.” With that, he v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y texted Nam-woo’s address to his niece.
This gave Mi-rae a chance to gather her thoughts. She was not just tired, she was exhausted with life, but just hearing Nam-woo’s name made her heart skip a beat, and she was more awake than she had been in several weeks. Every since she saw him last, she had felt guilty with how she spoke to him. He was doing well, and she…she was barely surviving and she was so tired. She remembered all the things he was and did for her. When he gave her the box of sweets, she couldn’t forget how considerate he was, and although his note said one thing, she had secretly hoped he had meant another.
That evening
BoYoung sat cross-legged on the floor picking at her food and trying desperately to look anywhere but at Minho who was sitting directly across from her. The Chief had insisted that they have a team dinner tonight and wouldn’t accept any excuses when she’d tried to wriggle her way out of the commitment. Now Dr. Park was alternating between trying to ingratiate himself to the Chief and to Dr. Ye (whom he had heard might be the next chief). YoonJoo was loudly relating a funny incident to the interns. Namwoo sat quietly eating his food. Minho was fidgeting in his seat. He recalled Dr. Ra’s instructions. The piece of paper had had one sentence on it: apologize to BoYoung. How was he supposed to apologize to her though when she wouldn’t even look at him?
“I ate well.” “Thanks for the meal!” Was everyone done already?
“Round two!” Dr. Park shouted. Soon, YoonJoo and the interns joined in the chant “Round two! Round two!”
“Alright. Where should we go?” The Chief answered.
“Karaoke!” “Yeah, let’s sing!”
BoYoung spoke up. “I’m really tired. Can I go home?”
Chief started to protest that team dinners were important for the strength of the team and everyone needed to be there.
“I’m tired too. I’ll walk home with you.” Minho interjected before Chief could say anything. BoYoung’s eyes opened wide in shock. Being at the team dinner with Minho was bad enough. Having to walk home with him alone was a million times more awkward. Chief glanced between the two of them. Something had been off between them all week. Maybe a chat on the walk home would help them to sort things out. “Alright, but you two won’t get out of it next time. Got it?” He said sternly. “Yes, sir.”
The night air was full of the scent of cherry blossoms. BoYoung walked quickly. Maybe she could walk ahead of Minho and then they wouldn’t have to talk to each other. Didn’t he know they were avoiding each other? But Minho kept pace with her. She slowed down and he slowed his steps as well. Eventually, Minho broke the silence. “It’s a nice night isn’t it?”
“Yeah, nice.”
“BoYoung, I know that you’re trying to avoid me but I need to talk to you.”
BoYoung stopped walking and looked him in the eyes for the first time in a week. “About what?”
“I want to apologize. For everything that happened in Anseong… For rejecting you so cruelly back when we were in college… I’m sorry. You’ve been a really good friend to me but it seems like I always end up hurting you. Can you forgive me and can we go back to being friends again?”
BoYoung’s hand moved upward to fan the tears that had formed during Minho’s speech. “Of course I’ll forgive you. I should apologize too. I shouldn’t have gotten so…carried away when you’d just been in an accident.”
“You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. So are we friends again now?”
“Yes, friends.” BoYoung smiled back at him.
“Good. You know, you looked so funny today crawling from table to table at lunch today trying to avoid me.”
BoYoung laughed. “Well you looked pretty funny too wearing your hood inside.”
And they continued walking home talking and laughing about all the awkwardness of the past week.
Awwww, this was so sweet! I love these friendos! (Lmk if you need an extra to pop in, I just.. felt like I was doing you an injustice by constantly being late, etc..)
@bammsie I had an idea. What if I switch the writing order and have you follow Ally? That way you would have whatever time she uses for writing the Namwoo storyline in addition to your 48 hours 🙂
@raonah Oh!!! I kept thinking I had responded back, I’m so sorry for the delay! I love that idea, but may I have the round off? Thank you so much for dealing with my crazy demands – there’s hectic stuff that just started happening with my family’s schedule..
It took them longer than necessary to make it back to the hospital dorms. The closer they were to home, the slower they both walked. It had been a long, long time it seemed since the two of them could walk together and talk like the friends that they were supposed to be. The friends that they were trying to be.
Finally, they were standing in front of their doorways, Minho leaning against his door and Bo Young against hers.
“I’m really glad we had this opportunity to talk together, Bo Young.” He couldn’t stand to make eye contact–but at the same time, he kind of wanted to look into her eyes for just a really, really long time.
“So am I. The walk was nice. I’m grateful you insisted on walking home with me.” She sighed and reached behind her, her hand landing on the knob. “About what I said when you were in the hospital…”
“Bo Young! I thought we agreed. We both were out of line when I was in the hospital. We can’t be friends if we keep rehashing the past like this.”
“I know. I know that you want to put all of that awful trip behind you, and so do I, mostly.”
“Well, I only mostly want to put it behind me. I heard that you told my parents off for not caring about me? A man would go a long way for a friend like you, Bo Young.” His hand slipped to the doorknob and squeezed. His eyes went to hers, searchingly. “What part of that awful trip do you want to keep?”
“My poem that you wrote me.” She answered immediately.
Bo Young, what are you doing? MIn-Ho thought to himself. They were only barely friends again and she was bringing up the most painful moments of his life.
“Thank you, again, for apologizing for how mean you were when you rejected me. And for forgiving me for not knowing my own heart and causing at least in part that whole mess at the event.” She took a deep breath. She was moving to fast but she couldn’t help it. She could never help it when it came to Minho.
“Thank you, as well, Bo Young.” Min-Ho replied with a deep bow, “For accepting my apology after all of the awful things I said to you…”
“You were hurting!”
“And that was a reason to hurt you? Just because I love you doesn’t mean that I should—”
“Still?” She interrupted, letting go of the doorknob and moving a step closer. Min Ho felt his entire head burst into a bright red blush. “Li-Li-Like a friend. I love you like a friend. The same way that I love Nam Woo. You’re my best friend.” He wanted to run away. This was. He didn’t even know what this way. He wanted to be able to be around Bo Young and NOT confess his feelings for a change. And NOT get turned down and NOT make things awkward between them. Thats all he wanted to do when he offered to walk her home. Apologize. Maybe get back to being friends. Get ride of the awkwardness that was beginning to effect everyone around them as well. “DO NOT tell Nam Woo I said that. He would murder me.” He tried to joke.
“Do you remember? In the hospital? I said something to you before you went all,” She raised her hands into cl
“I actually don’t remember too much. Just being angry and yelling a lot. Making you cry.” He looked down and away. “I think I’ll always remember that.”
She took another cautious step toward him. “Well, you should stop! I thought I told you that we were friends and that I forgave you! Stop thinking about things that are only going to make you sad.” She took several more steps in a rush of bravery so that the tips of her shoes bumped into the tips of his. She took a deep breath and reached her hand slowly for his, “I said something else. And I honestly think it was the best confession I ever made.” She grinned up at him.
“….confession?” He licked his lips. There was so much rage in his memory he certainly didn’t remember any confession. “Have you been stealing Dr. Ye’s sense of humor?” He joked lightly.
“Not that kind of confession.” She planted her feet, tucked her hair behind her ears and looked up into Min-Ho’s eyes, leaning further into him. ” I told you that you’re my best friend.”
“You’re my best friend as well, Bo Young. I just said that.” He mumbled, he could feel the warmth of her body through her clothes. He was confused and wanted to run away and blame all of this new confusion on the fact that he was hospitalized after a TRUCK (that no, no one was looking for) hit him the week before. But it was the nearness of Bo Young. The sweetness of her scent. Her earnest expression.
“I’m falling in love with you, Min Ho.” She licked her lips. She wanted to try kissing him again, but she couldn’t. The pain from the last attempt–even after all of their apologies–was much too fresh in her mind. “I have been for awhile now. I just, I just, I wanted you to know that.” She gave one brief decisive nod and rocked back on her heels. She wanted to look into his face to see how he was taking this bit of news.
“You are?” He looked around. This was the time that a friend or roommate would typically come running in and interrupting.
“I was scared, before. I was scared that your family wouldn’t accept me. Or that you thought I was using you for a full time position.”
“I never thought that! No one who has ever met you would ever think that! Nam Woo—” She shook her head, her ponytail flying around her face.
“I don’t want to talk about him right now. I…” She huffed a sigh, reached, and took his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers. “I like you, Min-Ho. This is my official answer to your confession.”
“Can this be our first day?” He whispered, his eyes moving from their hands to her lips and back.
“Yes.” She sighed. He was drifting towards her now, his body moving in and crowding around hers. She stood tall and crowded him back. 🙂
“And you’ll go on a date with me?” He murmured, his body slowly bending, his face and then eyes suddenly on the same level as hers.
“Yes,” she whispered, still leaning towards him. If something—something—didn’t happen soon it was highly likely she was going to to
Min-Ho could barely breathe. He felt like anything louder than a whisper was risking this amazing thing that was happening. His nose brushed against Bo Youngs cheek, one arm slid around her waist as he nuzzled into her. His hand was still interlocked with hers. Bo Young, drifted closer. She stood on her toes and wrapped one arm around Minho. Her nose nuzzled against his cheek. This was happening. This was happening. She tried to think of a poem that would fully translate the way her blood was rushing, the way a smile or tears didn’t feel enough, the way that she felt too much to truly inhabit the feeling of what she was feeling. “You’ll be my girlfriend, Bo Young?” Min-Ho whispered, directly into Bo Youngs ear. She barely had to breathe out her “Yes for him to hear her. He pulled a breath away, his nose gently gliding over her cheeks and finally, (finallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinally) Min-Ho pressed his lips to Bo Young. He was still tensed up, holding his breathe in case she pushed him away, but she kissed him back.
Seriously? You know I’m still recovering from shingles, right? But I actually have some time tonight. I’ll bang something out. I still haven’t read yours and isa’s yet though!
With Bo-young and Min-ho still not on speaking terms, not to mention both of them acting like loons, Nam-woo had decided that relationships (even those with money) were too complex to navigate. He had determined that he would wait until after the dust settled at work before pursuing anything rash about Mi-rae. Actually, talking it out with the other guys and Taxi Ahjusshi (did he ever get his name?) gave him more clarity of thought than he had had in a very long time. He had to get a job, and to do that, he had to make good grades and graduate, and to do that, he had to study his lovely tail off. He didn’t have time for a relationship right now. He still had his mother to support as well. And at least he still had alligator and his shirt from 10 years ago. He had newly found focus and he was not going to let a girl derail him— even if it was his first love. Unlike what he saw in dramas, he decided that no one stays with their first love forever. Such an ideal was impossible to attain, so he was going to just let her be; she obviously didn’t want to be with him. She would probably reject him as Dr. Ye had Bo-young, as Min-ho had Bo-young, and as Bo-young had Min-ho. So, for the time being, he would just continue his studies and live his own life, and if their paths crossed again, so be it.
At least that’s what he had told himself before he saw Bo-young and Min-ho walking back to the dorms together. He had left shortly after they had, and had just now caught up to them. Wow, they seem to be getting along well. He could see they were smiling and laughing; maybe they were back to themselves again. “But, wait, are they going back to the dorms? Should I give them more privacy?” He glanced at his watch; it was still relatively early. “Maybe I’ll just meet the others at the noraebang that Chief wanted all of us to go to…”
Mi-rae’s day off started inconspicuously enough. Her uncle’s text with Nam-woo’s address had been staring at her for the past week. She would take her phone out several times a day just to make sure it was still there. She was a miserable soul; she knew this, but after she happened to meet Nam-woo again, and read his note, she was determined to live happier, and to find that girl that she was when she was with him. Then her uncle actually met him. Her uncle who had been more like a father to her than her own father for the past 10 years. It was her uncle that told her that Nam-woo still liked her, and wanted desperately to see her. Upon encouragement from this uncle, she had some savings that she had put aside for buying trinkets for her sisters, gifts for her mother, and maybe going to the movies and concerts with friends, but she never allowed herself to use any of the money for herself.
Today would be the day she would. She hadn’t bought anything new for herself for 10 years, and she had plans to tonight.
“This is perfect.” She had picked out a light blue flowing skirt and white silk blouse reminiscent of the clothes she wore in college and looking in the full-length mirror in the store’s dressing room, she saw that happy 18-year-old smiling back at her. She hadn’t seen that smile in years, and it made her weep. “Why am I doing this?” “Is this a mistake?” Beside her was a white shirt-box with a navy blue ribbon, and seeing it gave her new-found strength. “You can do this, Mi-rae, you’ve planned this for the past week.” She took a deep breath and wiped her tears from her face. She suddenly heard Highlight’s, “Plz Don’t Cry,” emanating from her purse. That silly girl—her little sister Mi-soo had downloaded it to her phone as a ring tone several weeks prior.
“Hello?”
“Mi-rae, are you busy?”
“Um—no, sunbae, what do you need?”
“Can you work at the noraebang tonight? Just for a couple hours? I had an emergency come up with my mother. I should be there by 9 pm though. No one else can help me. Remember when your sister was sick an I covered the overnight shift for you?”
“Um, I had plans tonight,” Mi-rae glanced again at the white shirt-box next to her.
“It’ll just be for 2 hours!”
“Ok, I guess so. I just need to be gone by 9 pm, ok?”
“Yes, you will! Bye!”
Nine was really just an arbitrary number, she just needed enough time tonight to drop-off something at Nam-woo’s.
Thanks for continuing to tag me raonah! RL is pretty hectic so I’m getting less time to spend on the fanwall, but I’ve been continuing to read, even if I’m not commenting!
All the writers are doing a great job!
Appropriately timed, was it not? 😉 If I was a writer, I’d totally put in things in my stories that tell the reader a little about me—like hidden Mickey’s at Disney. They’d have to read all my books to get clues.
There’s a New Adult author and all of her books are backstreet boy song titles. I read them whenever they come out even though I hate them. Because I love the backstreet boys.
After what seemed like just a moment -but may have actually been several minutes-Minho and Boyoung heard footsteps coming down the hall towards them. They sprang apart in shock and saw JooYong walking towards them.
“Well, it looks like you two have made up…and made out.” He teased as he walked between them and opened the door to the dorm. “Don’t mind me. Carry on.” He smirked and closed the door behind him. BoYoung’s face, which she was trying to cover with her hands, was a deep shade of red. She turned around, hastily punched in the code to her door, walked in, and swiftly shut it.
“BoYoungah! Are you ok?” Minho shouted through the door. “BoYoung! Can we still go on our first date tomorrow?”
After a moment, a soft “Yes” came from the other side of the door.
“Great! Meet me downstairs at 8 AM.” And he turned and walked into his dorm. JooYong was waiting. He seemed to take joy in teasing Minho about…everything.
“Weren’t you two not even talking earlier today?”
“We decided to be friends again on the walk home.”
“That looked like more than just ‘friends’ to me.” He answered while doing a solo mime of the make out session.
“Stop that!” Minho said throwing a pillow at him.
Namwoo walked in to see a pillow flying through the air towards JooYong. “What’s going on guys?”
“Minho and Boyoung are dating! When I came home they were like this” he started miming again “in front of our door.”
“Oooooooooo. Really??? Like this?” He questioned, imitating JooYong’s mime. Minho threw the other pillow at Namwoo.
“You guys are both crazy. Good night.”
Namwoo and Jooyong burst into laughter. Minho was just too easy to tease.
Ok—this isn’t very good, I know but I didn’t want to end with the couple fighting and if I tried to work in the bad date as well then it would have gotten way out of hand long. Whoever’s writing this thread next—Bam? Ra? can have a fun time writing a horrible date for our kids. Or whatever you want. As always.
@raonah. Its EASY MAN. I type the first thing that comes to my head, don’t edit and read it after I submitted and kick myself at all the dropped thoughts.
Bo Young was supposed to rummage in her bedside table. And she was supposed t to go into how Min Ho would find her note and scramble for hours fulfilling everything on her list like a romantic hero and she would wake up early and make him breakfast and he’d fall asleep on her lap he was so exhausted trying to make her dreams come true.
As you can see—-I skipped an entire paragraph.And who knows what else! I haven’t actually read it yet!
Bo Young held her pillow in front of her face–the better to muffle her squeals. Her heart was beating, much, much too fast. She didn’t know which part of the night made her the happiest. She and Min Ho being friends again or she and Min Ho dating!!
Who was she kidding? She and Min Ho had the best of both worlds. It was all smooth sailing from here. Ok. His parents didn’t like her. But, that would be fine. They would figure that part out later. And now that she and Min Ho were dating she hastily waved her hands in front of her eyes. –but she couldn’t maintain. Everyone knew that her tear ducts were set to “overactive” but she had a feeling that if she allowed happy tears to fall right now—she just may never stop. Tomorrow they were going on their first date. It had taken them so long to get to this place. Her insane crush on him. His painful rejection. His crush on her. Her painful rejection. For once they were actually on the same page at the same time. (she still couldn’t believe that she washed his car again—but, in her defense—1) she had found a really good deal online. 2) his car had just come back from the auto-repair shop. She couldn’t believe it was totaled. She had overheard Min-Ho saying that he wanted to sell it but she had so many memories of them becoming them—and not just her and Min Ho. But her, Min Ho, NamWoo and Joo Young as well. She knew that if Min-Ho got a new car that the three of them wouldn’t suddenly stop being her friends. She knew that. Objectively. Unobjectively she liked the tangible reminder. She liked patting his car when she saw it in the parking lot on her way from one place or back home again. And honestly—she kind of always imagined sitting beside Min-Ho in that car when they started dating. And with how awkward and awful things were between them at the time….well….. None of that mattered anymore! It was happening
In a surge of energy Bo Young rolled up on her bed, feet planting on the floor by her bedside. Tossing the pillow aside, she rummaged in her bedside table looking for a notebook and pen. She could type it up and send it Min-Ho…but this would be much more romantic. With another happy clap of her hands, she crossed her legs and pulled the notebook to her knee.
She would plan the most romantic date ever. She may like Min-Ho. A. LOT. But if left to him he would probably have the two of them spend the day at that stupid nightclub he was constantly talking about. Maybe she would go there with him when they were more comfortable in their relationship. But first dates should be special. First dates should be poetry and well…Min Ho still had a lot to learn.
She hugged herself as she pictured Min Ho feverishly planning the perfect date for the two of them. He had so many ideas but none of them were quite perfect. She could see him pulling his hair out in despair at the thought of disappointing her. She would wait patiently by the do—no, no, she would wait languishing on the cou
she would wait languishing on the couch. Or pacing the floor wondering what had become of him. He was late. She would work herself into a fine fiddle and she would cry and Min-Ho would fall at her feet, begging her not to cry. While he was down there he would notice her note. He would pick it up and look at her with tears in his eyes, “Bo Young? You planned our date?” And then he would kiss her feet, and when she reached down to gently lift him to his feet and tell him not to worship her too she would see that the strain of planning the perfect date had left her new boyfriend exhausted. She would lead him to the couch and he would sleep on her knee while she gently brushed his hair back from his forehead. When NamWoo and Joo Young woke up they would immediately start teasing Min-Ho but she would put her finger to her lips, silently shushing them and they too would fall prey to her deadly charm….
At that, Bo Young couldn’t help it. She laughed herself out of excessive fantasy. But, as she crept across the hall and slid the note under the door (after kissing it first, of course) she couldn’t help finishing her little scenario. After Min-Ho woke up from his nap they would spend the rest of the day doing the top 10 most romantic couple-y things that she could think of. “And we’ll end our perfect first date with a perfect goodnight kiss!” Mission accomplished, Bo Young scurried back to her room. She wanted to practice making sexy faces in the mirror and whispering, “Good night” in English.
at the boys’ place
Nam Woo and Joo Young had banished Min Ho to the living room for the evening. At first, Min Ho was funny. He couldn’t decide what to wear on his big date the next day and spent an inordinate amount of time trying on clothes only to toss them aside as not quite what he was looking for (he had even risked another scuffle with Nam Woo to try on the alligator shirt. It didn’t fit right. But—he had to try (and this may have been a perfect excuse because he may have always wanted to try that shirt on…) But then they asked him what exactly he and Bo Young were going to be doing the next day. Min Ho wasn’t sure exactly but he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted the date to show Bo Young that he really did like her as much he said he did.
At first, he thought simple. The beach. The beach is where he admitted to himself exactly how much he liked spending time with Bo Young. But then he thought, the park. The park is where they finally mutually confessed their feelings to each other. And then the thought staying home and watching movies. Maybe something with subtitles and they could hold hands on the couch….?
But those were too simple . Bo Young could do those things with any man who was lucky enough to date her. He wanted to do more for Bo Young. As Min-Ho paced from one end of the living room and back again he never noticed the pink piece of paper that he accidentally kicked under the couch as he turned in
as he turned in one flamboyant spin, “IVE GOT IT! I’ve GOT THE PERFECT DATE FOR BO YOUNG!” He dove for his phone and started dialing. He normally wouldn’t ask his parents for anything but ever since the accident they had been more generous with him. Not with something like actual affection, but they could more than likely pony up a sunrise cruise on a yacht with a full spread for breakfast and light nibbles for lunch…
The next evening after the date
Min Ho and Bo Young were standing toe to toe, staring intensely into one anothers eyes. Unlike the last time they were in this position, they weren’t about to have another impassioned embrace. Although, passion would be a part of the conversation. Min Ho spoke first, “Unless I wasn’t clear at any time on this date,’ He intoned, bending slightly at the waist so that their eyes were level, “THIS WAS THE WORST DATE EVER!”
“SAME. HERE!” Bo Young shouted, with a stamp of her foot. “Do you even know me?” She had cried several times on the date. Unlike the night before when she had cast Min Ho in the role of leading lover in a romantic comedy (a role he was SURELY not meant to play) the tears on the date were mostly from embarrassment, disillusionment, second hand embarrassment and outright humiliation. How could one date go SO. WRONG? She shoved him away and quickly typed in the code for her apartment. She bit her lip as she heard Min Ho punch in his code as well. Were they just not going to talk about it? If she—and their relationship—weren’t important to Min-Ho then they wouldn’t be important to her, either! They could just be over, then!
Min-Ho was seething with anger. He had offered Bo Young a brief, perfunctory bow and turned to get as FAR from that demanding little princess as possible when she started laying in to him. All he had tried to do was show her how much he liked her and now look at them. And then she touched his arm. And he, dummy that he is, thought that she was making the first move towards reconciliation after their first fight as a couple. But she just started shouting at him, AGAIN. It was completely out of character for her and when he had asked her earlier if maybe they should reschedule for a time when she felt better. He was trying to be subtly and didn’t mention female problems at all. But Bo Young had given him the dirtiest look. And it was all downhill from there.
“Why is it that whenever we fight I’m the one who’s in the wrong?” He kicked his door in frustration, but Bo Young had already quietly shut the door behind her. Min-Ho heaved a sigh. She was probably crying. Again. And not those same sort of tears that she shed after their awesome kiss the night before.
The door barely closed on Min Ho’s apartment door before he popped it open again and knocked on Bo Youngs door. “Bo Young–we’ll try again tomorrow, ok? Bo Young? Bo Young? Tomorrow, ok?”
It was about 9:00 pm when Nam-woo arrived at the norobang. He all but ran into a pretty girl with her hair down in a blue skirt while he was frantically trying to find his workmates. “I’m sorry, excuse me!” He exclaimed. She didn’t even look up as she held tightly to a box obviously worth more than her self-preservation. He stopped at the front desk and asked the noona standing there,
“Have you seen a group of unrelated people who would only be associated together at work? There is a shorter, older ahjusshi, with a short and wide face, a tall skinny oppa with glasses who always looks like he’s smelling a foul odor, two noonas who are basically twins and always seem to be laughing at an inside joke, and an older noona who looks like a model, probably in a black dress that she never needs to wash.”
“I only just arrived myself and the girl who may have seen them just left. But you can look around if you would like.”
Nam-woo peaked inside about ten rooms before he gave up. “Well, this was a waste of time, I’m tired. I might as well go back to the dorms.”
Little did he know that ALL OF THEM arrived at the norobang that evening. And ALL OF THEM met Mi-rae. And ALL OF THEM thought how sweet she looked in her outfit especially picked out to see Nam-woo. And even Dae-bang and Joo-Young were there, which is how everyone knew who Mi-rae was, after Joo-Young had asked her what her name was so he could ask her out.
“Kim Mi-rae?” He had looked at her inquisitively. “Do you happen to know a Kim Nam-woo?”
“Nam-woo has a first love???” Yoon-joo had blurted out when they were out of earshot of Mi-rae. “Oh, he’s in trouble now! I can’t wait to see him at work to tease him about it!”
“Hey, where is he anyway?” Dr. Park had assumed that Nam-woo was still with them.
“I think he went home. He’s been looking depressed all evening.” One of the interns (I can’t be bothered with their names) stated.
“Hmm, maybe we should make sure he’s okay.” Chief Yang was always thinking about the well-being of his staff, even the students.
With that, ALL OF THEM had left the norobang and took a bus to the dorms…because, really, what else did they have to do on a Friday evening?
As they arrived at the dorms, Bo-young and Min-ho had just arrived at the playground outside the dorms and lingered there just out of view. Surprisingly, the former hadn’t hear the cacophony of sounds coming from the bus as it pulled away.
“Hey, wait!” Dae-bang had just remembered that he had left the stove on at his own apartment and hopped back on the bus just in time. It wasn’t hard for him to make that decision (burned down apartment vs. waiting for Nam-woo to arrive).
Joo-Young was the first to formulate a plan out of the absurdity that he now realized was in front of him. “What exactly are we all doing here?”
“I mean, I can go inside and make sure Nam-woo is okay and then make him go out with all of us. I think it’ll be less intrusive than the whole physical therapy department showing up at our doorstep!”
“Oh, that’s a solid plan. We’ll just wait out here then.” Chief Yang had thought the radiology department was poorly organized and indecisive, but Joo-Young was changing his view of this.
As Joo-Young went up the stairs and out of site, Bo-young and Min-ho emerged from the playground.
“Look! It’s Bo-young and Min-ho!”
“Weren’t they so awkward before?”
“Are they actually smiling with each other?”
“Are they together, now?”
“Hide everybody!” Yoon-joo broke up the surprised exclamations of the rest of the group.
They all ducked behind whatever privet, bush, or tree they could find as the two walked past them not 30 meters away.
They all stayed hidden when Nam-woo finally arrived as well. And then when they saw Mi-rae walking timidly and then pausing along the sidewalk after being dropped off at the same stop they were standing at several minutes before.
“Can we get up now?” One of the interns whispered, “My legs are cramping!”
“No! Can’t you see what’s happening?” Yoon-joo, who always had an eye for romance, was determined to not interrupt whatever love connection was happening right in front of her. “Mi-rae followed us here to see Nam-woo. Look, she brought food or something for him in that box.”
“Why isn’t she moving?” Dr. Park whispered to Yoon-joo.
“Maybe she’s scared? How long have they not seen each other? Should I go up and talk to her? This is my dorm as well.” Yoon-joo had just remembered that she was in a black cocktail dress and could have easily changed into more comfortable clothing but instead was foolishly hiding in a bush.
Popping up from behind the privet, Yoon-joo straightened her dress, smoothed her hair, and walked up to Mi-rae. “Hi sweetie! I’m Yoon-joo. I just saw you at the norobang! Can I help you find anything? Are you looking for Nam-woo?”
“Um, hi? Do you live here?” A shaken Mi-rae answered back after seeing a strange woman suddenly appear out of nowhere.
“Nam-woo just went inside. Do you want me to go get him? Did you bring him something?”
“Um, no, uh, yes, I mean…How do you know Nam-woo?”
“Can we all just get up now?!?! Yelled a very impatient Dr. Park, as the rest of the physical therapy department emerged from their hiding places like little forest animals at dusk.
Inside the dorm, Nam-woo had just walked in on Bo-young and Min-ho very nearly playing tongue hockey and it gave him something other than himself to think about. Joo-young was already inside as well.
“Why didn’t you go out?” Nam-woo asked Joo-young after they both relegated Min-ho to the living room.
“Actually, I’m trying to get YOU to go out! Your PT department is all downstairs waiting for you to go out with them. They all have seen how down you are, and even though they all seem distant and…
…selfish in their own lives, they all care about you.”
“What do you mean they’re downstairs? I didn’t see them.”
“Well, that’s weird, I just came from down there. Well, wait a second, did Min-ho and Bo-young see them?”
Both of them shot towards the window and looked down. There they witnessed the entire gaggle surrounding Mi-rae in her pretty blue skirt while protecting her white box with blue ribbon.
“What are they doing down there? When did Mi-rae get here?” Joo-young was more than a little confused about what he was seeing.
“How do you know Mi-rae? How do you know that’s her? Oh-no-oh-no-oh-no…she hates crowds…” Nam-woo was hyperventilating under his breath.
But before Joo-young could answer, Nam-woo spun around and bolted out two sets of doors, running down the stairs.
“Mi-rae-ah!” He called as he was running, startling ALL OF THEM, except maybe Bo-young and Min-ho, who were both twitter-pated from their almost-kiss.
Mi-rae was absolutely stunned as she looked past the crowd of strangers now gathered around her. This was not what she was expecting — ALL of Nam-woo’s friends and co-workers meeting her outside his residence? She was already nervous with confessing to just him, and now she was going to confess in front of all these people?
“Oh, there he is!” Joo-young was able to deduce the awkwardness of the entire situation. “We’ll just all be going then.” She shot dagger-eyes to the whole group, who scattered in every direction, no longer knowing why they came, or what they should be doing.
“Mi-rae-ah, what are you doing here? Aren’t you working tonight? You look so pretty!” Nam-woo blurted everything he was thinking just to keep her from running away.
“Um, Nam-woo, I’m sorry I’m here. I don’t know what I’m doing here.” Mi-rae was suddenly rethinking the course of events that led her to his dorm, and was about to cry and run from the stress of it all.
“Mi-rae-ah, it’s okay, let’s go for a walk, okay?” Nam-woo would not let another minute keep him apart from her, and slipped her empty hand into his, holding it tightly, and deliberately walked her away from the hospital dorms, to wherever there were no crowding colleagues, no awkward glances, and no stressful situations.
“Well, I guess two couples are together tonight!” Joo-Young had followed Nam-woo down, and waited by the stairwell surveying the confusion. Yoo-Joon herded the rest of the PT department to where he was.
“Two couples??? Bo-young and Min-ho too???” Chief Yang could not believe what he was hearing. These students, he thought, they’re turning our department up-side-down, but maybe in a good way.
So, I may have gotten the order mixed up as to who went upstairs first and who walked in on whom almost kissing, but you get the comedic timing idea, I hope!
YAY! I cant wait for Mir-Ae to give Nam-Woo that present! Oh, I want a double date and for Nam Woo and Min Ho to spend some time making fun of Joo-Young for all of the times he’s made fun of them for their love-life angst.
He should be happy, elated, overjoyed today! He was finally going out on a date with Bo Young.
Just… why did it have to be today? Everything had gone so dismally wrong all day long that all he wanted to do was sleep or hit a reset button.
Instead, he was busy tidying himself up, trying to get the lingering smell of vomit off of him – honestly, you’d think going to the bathroom on your break would be a safe thing to do. Why that lady had to barge into the STAFF’S bathroom after eating spoiled kimbap..
Sigh. It really wasn’t her fault, Minho knew. If he had been in that woman’s place, he would’ve been lucky to even get to a restroom.
But even after taking off his uniform, the stench lingered!
Gah! You’d think the universe would get him, just this once. That the world would somehow know he needed an extra-special day today, and make everything go smoothly.
At this point, Minho was grasping at anything to be thankful for.
A pulse! He had one! Great!
Ughhhh. Rubbing his eyes, he began chanting softly in his head, trying to calm himself. Ah, the things one picks up while working in close proximity with people like Park Shi-Won..
Focus, Minho. Apply your cologne. Grab your keys. Go get your shoes.
Good.
And with a final nod and a resigned sigh, he marched out the door to pick up Bo Young.
Minho gave himself one last generous spray of his cologne, straightened his shirt collar and knocked on Bo Youngs door. He was late—very much so. They had said that they were going to meet up at 8 in the morning and spend the day together on their first date. But instead, he was called in early as both interns were sick (yeah. right.) and it was his turn on the rotation. He was up and out the door at 4 am with one eye on the clock the entire time. Finally, at 6:45 he was working with his last patient and maybe he was nervous because of his date, or maybe he was just too eager. But a simple stretch turned into a pull turned into a fall turned into Min Ho getting a face full of vomit. He cleaned himself up as much as he could but even after dousing himself in cologne he was still running behind. And then the computer in the staff lounge was acting up and the computer in the hospital library didn’t print in color and Min Ho had to spend 30 minutes tracking down a computer WITH a printer that printed in color. There was a really pretty print of Bo Youngs favorite poem that he had purchased and he had even found a frame online the night before that was supposed to arrive before 8am that morning. But that wasn’t there either.
And he was out of gas.
And his car had some weird vomit/cologne smell that made him want to throw up.
And the pink flowers that he had dashed in a store for since the poem present fell through smelled like vomit and cologne and flower.
And this was a horrible beginning to anything.
But, Bo Young had told him once that it was the thought that counted. And his every thought was of her so—she was bound to be impressed. Right?
It really couldn’t get any worse.
And besides. He was going to be with Bo Young
Bo Young
Bo Young was about to cry. This was possibly the worse morning of her entire life. Today was supposed the best day ever. She was finally going on her first date with Min Ho. After all of this time. They were going to go out. And she left him a note telling him exactly what she wanted to do—so it would be her dream date. But today, today was off to an awful start.
The dress she wanted to wear? That she had stayed up half the night deciding on? Had a huge stain on it! She wasn’t sure what happened but that dress was completely unsuitable now.
The backup dress? Wasn’t fitting right this morning.
The only option she had left was a black jumper with tiny flowers all over it. But her feet looked huge in the only shoes she had to wear with the shorts outfit. Or a tutu. The tutu was pink and she wanted to wear pink on her date. It made her feel confident and when going on a date with someone as insanely sure of himself as Min Ho she wanted to feel confident. But she had nothing to wear with the tutu. She bought it assuming she’d finde something cute one day and she never had.
And THEN Yoon Joo had used up all of the hot water in the shower and had somehow knocked the tutu over into
into the shower with her so even if Bo Young had wanted to wear the skirt with something it was sopping wet. So—the only thing to do was wear the jumper. Even if it did make her thighs feel fat. But she could balance fat thighs out with high heels. And she had pink heels and a pink headband and that kind of made her feel confident…?
Until it was time to do her hair and makeup. And Yoon Joo had used the last of her skin care products and had pocketed Bo Youngs only lip balm, with a, “You think I’m being selfish right? For taking your lip balm right before your date? That’s not what I’m doing.” She had cocked her hip to the side and put a hand on her hip the other pointing the lip balm at Bo Young, “You are just going on a date with a man who’s already crazy about you. I’m going to be helping sick patients all day. Who do you think its more important to look good? Me or you?” And with one last hair toss, she slipped on her white lab coat and walked out the door. Leaving Bo Young in a onesie that gave her fat thighs, a headband that was the wrong shade of pink and was too tight squeezing the top of her head and heels that kind of pinched. And no lip balm to make her lips look kissable.
She pressed her fingers to her lips as she re-lived the night before. It was a wonderful first kiss. And she hadn’t been dolled up then. Maybe she didn’t need the lip blam to make Min Ho want to kiss her. IF that’s what she was doing….>
It was fine, though. Min Ho would be exhausted from staying up all night making sure their date would be perfect and he would fall asleep with his head in her lap. Just like she wrote in her note. Bo Young let out a tiny involuntary squeak when she heard the doorbell chime. He was here!
Today was going to be perfect.
It really couldn’t be much worse.
Oh, how wrong they both were.
Part 2
“Min Ho!” Bo Young flung the door open, a smile already on her face as she held the door open for her new boyfriend. “You’re so….smelly.” She wanted to reprimand him, gently, for being late. But, the smell was awful.
“Is it that bad?” He turned his head to sniff his own shoulder. “I was called in to cover the interns and Park Shi-Won and some fat guy totally unloaded on me.” He didn’t notice the way Bo Young turned her head in discomfort at the rude way of describing the patient. He turned back to Bo Young and smiled gently at her. “Sorry I’m late. This morning has been a nightmare. I tried to get all the smell off before I came but I was in a rush.”
“We have time.” Bo Young smiled her brightest smile at Min Ho, her fingers reaching out to brush the stems of the flowers he was carrying, “ You could go wash up while I put these in water?’ Her fingers reached up to slide a silky petal between her fingers. “They are for me, right?”
“Oh, crap, here!” He thrust the blossoms into Bo Youngs face. Unfortunately (for Bo Young) in his jog from his car, up the dorm steps and down the hall hadn’t dissipated the cloying cologne, vomit, flower smell.
And the scent went right up her nose. She immediately began gagging. The smell was so bad that she could feel it coating her tongue. Her stomach which was tied up with nerves for their date and her outfit (which he hadn’t bothered to compliment) , butterflies at seeing the man that she liked so much, and general unease from her sucky morning couldn’t handle the new stimulus. And for the second time that morning Min Ho found himself covered in vomit.
Bo Young, still slightly hunched over from the force of her sick, slowly straightened her spine until she was standing upright once more. Her eyes, large in her face immediately welled with tears as she realized that she had thrown up all over Min Ho and his flowers.
“You…you…you….you…Bo Young!” He flung the flowers to the side and left them scattered in the hallway. “Do you have a towel?”
“I’m sorry!” She sobbed. “Just go take a shower and we’ll start over, ok?”
“I have reservations!” His voice ticked up into a squeak. “Just—a towel, please!”
“Oh!” She turned to look behind her. They hadn’t done laundry in weeks. “Um…”She darted in, grabbed the first thing she saw and ran back to Min Ho. Realized that the first thing that she saw was a pair of underpants from the top of an overloaded laundry basket in the corner, plucked the panties from his hand and ran back and exchanged the garment for a pink towel. “Here.” She started wiping the vomit from his chest.
“Lets just go!” he shouted, immediately lowering his voice when she jumped back. “We’ll be late.”
“….but you’re covered in vomit…?”
“I’ll change later!” He grabbed her hand and tugged her down the hall after him. Min Ho couldn’t believe this. The flowers made Bo Young throw up. On him. Bo Young followed close behind trying her best to wip the vomit off Min Ho as he towed her towards the car. She couldn’t imagine what he could be in such a rush to do. According to her plans they should be curled up on his couch with his head in her lap. Not zipping off to wherever they were going. And her shoes were not conducive to an early morning jog down the dorm hallway. “Min Ho, slow down! My shoes!”
“Bo Young, we’re super late we’re going to miss it if you don’t hurry!” He turned and swooped her up into his arms (effectively smearing her sick on them both) and ran/hobbled the rest of the way down the hall and down the steps to his car before dropping her to her feet and helping her into the car.
For a second, as they were driving to their first location it seemed like things were going to take a turn. Bo Young fussed over Min Ho, spending the car ride swiping the vomit from the both of them and apologizing while Min Ho focused on driving and laughing. The conversation was easy and in spite of a horrible morning on both of their parts the beginning of the date was beginning to turn around. Until Min Ho parked and turned towards their destination. If he was following her instructions even if they had skipped the early morning nap they should b
they should be at a local stall to buy food for a picnic at the park.
“Min Ho? Where are we?”
“I called my parents and asked for a favor. We’re going on an early morning cruise!” He smiled his brightest smile. “Lets go! I’ll get started. You go ahead and get cleaned up. When we get to the open waters, I’ll get cleaned up and we’ll make breakfast. Sounds great, right?”
Nam-woo and Mi-re walked a good block before Nam-woo let go of her hand, turned to her and embraced her with all the strength he had. They were still out in the open, but quite dark by now, under a lone blinking streetlamp. She was there, completely in front of him, and she was so beautiful, just like the first time they broke up. Her hair was just shoulder length, but curled and wavy, not tightly pulled back which made her look younger, more relaxed. It was almost like no time had passed at all. And in the flickering light, she was still the stunning girl he fell in love with. ‘That’s what it was, that’s what it still is,’ he thought to himself. I love her.
“I’m sorry you were inundated with all my friends, Mi-re-ah,” he started slowly, knowing the introverted side of her was screaming inside, wanting to crawl under a rock, away from society.
“N—Nam-woo-shi,” she stuttered, not quite knowing what she should be doing, how she should be addressing him.
“It’s okay, it’s all going to be fine.” He pulled her closer to him, “Let’s sit down, can I hold that for you?”
Mi-re had completely forgotten about the box she had brought, which was tightly held between her body and forearm, slightly crushed now after the hullaballoo of being surrounded and then the sudden arrival of Nam-woo.
“O—oh, yeah, it’s for you! I was going to give this to you. Happy Birthday.” She handed the precious gift box to him, which Nam-woo took gingerly, “Is it broken or spilled?” He turned it upright, and although the blue bow was wrinkled now, he beamed brightly. No one had remembered his birthday was today, only her and tears started welling up in his eyes. “You remembered?”
Leading her to a nearby bench, hand-in-hand, he held her tightly again. “Thank you, it’s wonderful. I love it.” What he wanted to say, was ‘I love you,’ but he couldn’t quite, worried it was too soon, that she would run from him again.
“You haven’t even opened it yet!” Mi-re protested, struggling out of his bear hug, trying to take the box back to open it for him.
“Okay, okay! I’ll open it with you!” And together, they untied the pretty navy blue ribbon.
As Nam-woo pulled open the box which was quite light and inside were three white polo shirts, which he could tell were beautifully pressed and folded, if not just slightly disheveled from being crushed for a block of walking briskly. He had stopped wearing his “alligator” Lacoste branded polo several weeks prior, after he discovered that his family went into debt living above their means. It was a sad reminder of what their family was, lying to save face, even in the face of financial ruin. But here were three, totally unbranded shirts, given to him by Mi-re, his first love, who likely had even less means to give him these.
“Oh, Mi-re-ah! You shouldn’t have spent anything on me.”
“Now, it’s time for me to say, ‘It’s okay, Nam-woo-shi,’ I’ve been saving some money for myself, and I want to give these to you. You wore that same white shirt and I noticed you still had it the last time I saw you, so I bought you three more. You look so handsome in white. It’s not the designer brand, but it’s what I could afford.” She suddenly felt a bit ashamed. Nam-woo had always had nicer things than she did, would he scoff at the fact it wasn’t designer?
“It’s the perfect gift, from the perfect woman,” Nam-woo had tears falling from his face, but wiped them away quickly before looking straight into her eyes.
“Mi-re-ah. Thank you, from the depths of my soul, thank you, from the entirety of my heart, thank you. Thank you for caring enough about me to see me tonight. Thank you for remembering the day I was born. I- I- I love you.” And after he had stalled quite long enough, he gently took her into his arms and kissed her. Sweetly, gently, lovingly, just long enough to linger, but short enough so she wouldn’t be too uncomfortable and pull back.
When the moment magically ended, both came back to the present. And every question and explanation and apology that was bottled up inside Nam-woo came flooding out.
“I’m sorry— I was caught up in the…— How did you find me?”
“It was my uncle. He gave me your address. He took you and your friends to Anseong and back.” And then it was Mi-re’s turn: “You love me? Do you really like the gift? Why are you crying?”
All Nam-woo could do was hold her. “Yes, I’m just so happy you came back to me.”
“I’m glad I did too,” Mi-re held him tightly back.
The sun was about to rise when Nam-woo made it back to the dorms the next morning. Everything was still when he collapsed onto his bed, and closed his eyes certain to continue dreaming about the lovely evening he had just had. He was still asleep when Joo-young and Min-ho checked on him.
“How long was he out lastnight?” whispered Joo-Young as he leaned against the wall looking thoughtfully and a sleeping Nam-woo.
“Beats me. But he looks happy. Does he have a girlfriend now?” Min-ho was beaming with pride that both of their love lives were taking off.
“Yes, I do. And if Joo-Young knows what is good for him, he should just move out.” Nam woo popped open one eye and stared straight at him, startling Joo-Young off the side of the wall.
“What do you mean? I’ve been totally supportive! I’m the one that told everyone to send you good vibes all night! And made sure you didn’t kill yourself, and went all the way to Anseong and back, and told everyone about Mi-re!”
“Which is why you should move out, because she’s going to be here a lot more often! Her chicken shop is just a bus stop away. I’m certain that Bo-young might be here more too,” concluded Nam-woo, winking at Min-ho.
I was planning on it being the last one! They’re together, and I trust that they have enough common sense to figure out how to make their lives work now that they’re together.
H-how? She got that candlesticks could be fancy, but.. tissues? They had fancy tissue boxes! Why did they even NEED fancy tissue boxes?
Her head spun. She was still arm-in-arm with Minho, surveying the unfamiliar terrain as if she were in a war zone.
She’d been to fancy places before, yes. She was alright with grand gestures, yes.
Just of all days.. She knew she was being irrationally irritated. Dramatizing what didn’t need to be dramatized. But she was so.. tired. And impromptu plans where she was trying not to feel sick every time she took a step was not what she had had in mind for a quiet night out to relax with Minho.
Oh yes, he was completely sweet to plan this for her. She knew it, in her head. It was a spectacular occasion. But as she stared at those tissues, those hateful, hateful tissues.. she just wanted to tear them out of the boxes, blow her nose and wipe her eyes with them, and scream.
Cooking was hard enough on dry land. Cooking breakfast while a boat was rocking back and forth beneath your feet was nearly impossible. BoYoung sighed. Minho was definitely not following her schedule for their date. Right now they should’ve been heading to the bookstore to look at some poetry books she’d been thinking about buying. After a few hours in the bookstore, they would’ve headed out to lunch in a cute cafe and then bought ice cream as they walked through the park. Instead, here she was trying to crack eggs into a bowl that slid across the table with every wave. She grabbed the bowl with her left hand and aimed with her right. She brought the egg crashing down on the edge of the bowl. *CRACK* The egg had hit the bowl too hard and instead of cracking a little, the shell had split and the yolk had come out, landing, of course, on the counter and not in the bowl. BoYoung scrambled to find a towel to wipe up the mess. After cleaning up her previous attempt, she picked up another egg and tried again. This time, the egg didn’t end up all over the counter… but little pieces of egg shell landed in the bowl. She would never be able to make omurice like this. BoYoung fanned her eyes with her egg-covered hands.
Lets wrap this date from Hell up, shall we? I feel like I’ve lost Min Ho’s character somewhere along the way. This is long and probably OOC.
Min Ho sheepishly and subtly tried to spit eggshell into his handkerchief. There was more shell in the rice than there was actual egg. He offered a look to Bo Young that was equal parts smile and grimace. He was trying so hard on this date! He had even actually spoken to his parents to get the boat. He had managed to get groceries on board in between all of the craziness of his morning. At least the smell of the water was masking the smell of the vomit. He had washed up as soon as they got to open water, but…he could swear he could still smell the sick on his skin. And its not like Bo Young is even trying! Here he was, thrown up on twice and he was still managing to smile and try to make conversation. Bo Young just glared at him and the food and the water and tissue boxes of all things.
“Sooo….” Min Ho pushes his plate to the side and reaches for Bo Youngs hand. “This is nice, right? Just you and me? No one from the team can—”
“Sure. Nice.” Bo Young, sighed, slid her fingers from underneath Min Ho’s hand and tucked her hair behind her ears. She wished he had told her that they would be going near the water. She wouldn’t have worn a shorts jumper. Her legs were freezing and she kept thinking that she was going to twist her ankle in her shoes on the boat. She knew she was being mean. She didn’t even know where he would have gotten a boat on such short notice but…this isn’t what she wanted. This—his money—isn’t why she likes him so much. His money is one of the big things that stood between the two of them getting together in the first place. Him flaunting his money and her not wanting to take advantage of it. Or have people think she was taking advantage of him and his connections. How come he didn’t get that? She and Nam Woo had had many conversations about Min Ho and his relationship with money and how it sometimes made them feel uncomfortable although neither of them could say if it was Min Ho’s issue or their own.
She glanced at him out of the side of her eyes. He was staring at her so earnestly, his hands folded on top of the table like a little boys. He was biting his lip and he seemed just as nervous as she felt. She really did like him an awful lot. She kicked her shoes off and stood up. “Should we take a walk, maybe? Around the boat? You can tell me the starburst from the shank?” She crinkled her nose and gazed up as she tried to remember vague ship terms she had picked up somewhere along the way.
Min Ho hopped up and darted around the table. He would have tried to seem more cool but…this date wasn’t going the way he wanted it to. He had wanted Bo Young to be impressed by the boat and his thoughtfulness and instead she seemed annoyed with the whole thing. He thought she would have been happy that he had arranged something that not even their pushy friends could intrude o
intrude on…but it seemed he was wrong.
In his rush to get to Bo Youngs side, he tripped over the leg of the table and with his hands out to break his fall he crashed right into Bo Young, bringing them both down. With his arms wrapped around her as they lay sprawled against the ground he burst into deep, loud, laughter. “Wow, Bo Young. Are you having a good time?” When he looked down into her face he wished that he could take the question back as the answer was written clearly on her face in capital letters. NO. She was not having fun. Min Ho’s laughter dried up as he watched tears well up in Bo Youngs eyes.
“…are you hurt?” He scooted a bit closer, peering closely at her arms and then her (gulp, nice) legs.
“I’m—” she hiccupped. “I’m fine.” She tilted her head back, still laying on the deck, and patted her tears away. “Can we leave, soon?”
Min Ho slowly stood and ignoring Bo Youngs slapping hands, tugged her to her feet and lead her to a deck chair.
(I have no idea how big this boat is, or how many people it takes to run it. I’m assuming something smaller than a yacht but big enough that theres space for them to go on a decent walk and have a table and chairs outside and a place to sit and a kitchen but still small enough for one or two people to operate by themselves)
“I’ll, uh…go, and just adjust our course then?” It was all he could do to not stomp away. Hadn’t she ever seen a romantic comedy before? They should have laughed at him falling into her and kiss and then spend the rest of the morning in each others arms talking and laughing (and kissing more). But instead he was being banished back to the captains wheel and Bo Young was just going to ….sit there. And cry, apparently. “That’s our Crybaby Young.” He murmured kneeling beside her and patting a few errant tears from her cheeks. When she turned from him, and started waving her tears away, he sighed and stood, dropping the handkerchief by her side on the lounge and left.
This was shaping up to be the worst date. Ever.
Bo Young felt like an idiot. This was absolutely the worst date of all time. She curled up and listened to the sound of Min Ho walk away. She could tell that he was trying really hard to make their date perfect. But it wasn’t! It wasn’t them It was stupid rich-boy Min Ho. It wasn’t poetry and coffee. It wasn’t what she wanted and she couldn’t tell him that when he was trying so hard. And it really hurt when he fell on her and he just laughed instead of seeing if she was ok? Who does that!
And so the rest of the morning and on into the early evening it went. Bo Young, curled up and crying on a lounge chair on the deck. Min Ho alone and stirring the boat back towards shore and the docks.
The silence hurt both of their ears as they settled into Min Ho’s car. Neither had eaten much of anything for lunch. Min Ho had showed up, casting a shadow of Bo Young where she lay in a light doze having cried herself to sleep, and tossed a triangle kimbap at Bo Young and a
triangle kimbap at Bo Young and a yogurt drink before walking away without a word. Which had only upset Bo Young more and she had shoved the snack aside to go and try and cook a meal in the swaying kitchen. But, when it was done (as full of eggshells as the rice) neither of them felt like eating. Or talking to each other.
“Should we go for dinner, then?” Min Ho, bit his lip. He wanted this nightmare to be over—but—as terrible as it all was—he didn’t want this to be the end of his date with Bo Young.
“I’ll just eat at home.” She turned further from him, and laid her head against the window, both her hands wrapped around her middle.
And that…well…that is when Min Ho lost whatever was left of his cool.
“I have been trying ALL DAY to give you a good date, Bo Young! I tried to talk to you and give you a good memory that we’d both remember for a long time! I was thrown up on twice today and do you see me pouting and crying and carrying on? You really are SUCH a crybaby! Have you ever even dated before? Do you think this is how a woman who’s out with a man she likes should act? Laying around and crying all day?”
Bo Young didn’t bother to answer. By this time, they had arrived at their dorm. She stormed up the stairs determined to ignore him. Possibly forever.
Min Ho and Bo Young were standing toe to toe, staring intensely into one anothers eyes. Unlike the last time they were in this position, they weren’t about to have another impassioned embrace. Although, passion would be a part of the conversation. Min Ho spoke first, “Unless I wasn’t clear at any time on this date,’ He intoned, bending slightly at the waist so that their eyes were level, “THIS WAS THE WORST DATE EVER!”
“SAME. HERE!” Bo Young shouted, with a stamp of her foot. “Do you even know me?” She had cried several times on the date. Unlike the night before when she had cast Min Ho in the role of leading lover in a romantic comedy (a role he was SURELY not meant to play) the tears on the date were mostly from embarrassment, disillusionment, second hand embarrassment and outright humiliation. How could one date go SO. WRONG? She shoved him away and quickly typed in the code for her apartment. She bit her lip as she heard Min Ho punch in his code as well. Were they just not going to talk about it? If she—and their relationship—weren’t important to Min-Ho then they wouldn’t be important to her, either! They could just be over, then!
Min-Ho was seething with anger. He had offered Bo Young a brief, perfunctory bow and turned to get as FAR from that demanding little princess as possible when she started laying in to him. All he had tried to do was show her how much he liked her and now look at them. And then she touched his arm. And he, dummy that he is, thought that she was making the first move towards reconciliation after their first fight as a couple. But she just started shouting at him, AGAIN. It was completely out of character for her and when he had asked her earlier if m
her earlier if maybe they should reschedule for a time when she felt better. He was trying to be subtly and didn’t mention female problems at all. But Bo Young had given him the dirtiest look. And it was all downhill from there.
“Why is it that whenever we fight I’m the one who’s in the wrong?” He kicked his door in frustration, but Bo Young had already quietly shut the door behind her. Min-Ho heaved a sigh. She was probably crying. Again. And not those same sort of tears that she shed after their awesome kiss the night before.
Min Ho let the door slam behind him and slunk to the ground. He had wanted and fought for this for SO LONG and look how it turned out. She was probably going to go and giggle all over stupid Dr. Ye now.
He thought the yacht was romantic. He thought that she would have enjoyed cooking together. She seemed the type of woman who would. Min Ho moved to raise his hands and scrub his palm over his face. Instead they brushed over a crinkled sheet of pink notebook paper. It was a list of Bo Youngs dream date activities. Nothing that he planned was on there. It all seemed low key, chilling and hanging out together. His gaze landed on the bottom. The most important thing for the date? That they spend it together making sure that they both knew how much they cared about each other. With little hearts all around it.
Min Ho sighed and stood up, turning and heading out his apartment door to go and knock on Bo Youngs.
“Bo Young–we’ll try again tomorrow, ok? Bo Young? Bo Young? Tomorrow, ok?”
The door open just enough to show Bo Youngs sad face. “How about we meet up for breakfast and talk first?”
Min Ho’s face fell. He may not have had a ton of girlfriends but even he knew “lets talk” was code for “lets break up”. “….Bo Young…”
“We can have coffee at the café and decide how we want to spend the day together? Tomorrow can be a real first day, ok? And today won’t count?”
“Yeah, today was pretty terrible. “ He put one hand on the doorknob and looked down at the space between their feet. “I’m really sorry, Bo Young. I really wanted today to be great but from the moment I woke up everything went wrong.”
Finally, finally she Bo Young lightly put one hand on Min Ho’s. When he looked up, she met his sad smile with one of her own before tugging the door the rest of the way open and sliding into his open arms for a hard hug. From within his embrace she reached up on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Tomorrow morning, ok?”
The date may have been a disaster but Min Ho may have floated back home. His feet for sure didn’t touch the ground.
Minho waited nervously outside BoYoung’s door. Surely today would have to go better than yesterday, right? The door opened and BoYoung stepped out and smiled at him. “Good morning Minho. I’m sorry about yesterday. You were trying really hard to make an amazing date and I wasn’t appreciative. I was expecting something totally different and it seemed like nothing was going right yesterday. I’m sor-”
“No, don’t apologize. I should’ve known that the yacht wasn’t your style. I found this when I got home.” He held up the crumpled pink paper with her plans for their date on it. “Let’s follow your plan today.”
“Really?”
“Yup! Step 1: breakfast. Let’s go!”
Oh .
And I … don’t know hahahaha. I can’t even remember where we were up to. I was just looking through my wall and found the link to this and remembered how it just… Stopped. Lol
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 25, 2018 at 11:37 PM
There’s so many comments on the original fanfic post that I have trouble loading the page so I decided to start a new thread. This is the MinhoYoung collaborative fanfic part 2.
bam 🐢🐌💖~
June 25, 2018 at 11:38 PM
Woohoo, let’s go!
Kudo Ran
June 25, 2018 at 11:41 PM
I haven’t read the thread but I feel so proud seeing our beautiful little ship 🙂 , thank you ^^
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 25, 2018 at 11:46 PM
If you want to read part 1, the link is in the comment below 🙂
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 25, 2018 at 11:45 PM
Here’s part 1:
http://www.dramabeans.com/members/raonah/activity/488601/?nid=960438&nidwpc=529486#acomment-529486
Kudo Ran
June 25, 2018 at 11:49 PM
Thank you ^^ , wow 395 replies O_o , I’ll read it little by little haha ^^’
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 25, 2018 at 11:52 PM
A lot of the comments are just people talking about the story or me trying to figure out who’s going next. The actual story could probably be read in an hour.
Kudo Ran
June 25, 2018 at 11:59 PM
ok 🙂 thx
mugyuljoie is preciousss
June 25, 2018 at 11:49 PM
I love the gif! May Minho sail into a happy well adjusted life after seeing the error of his ways.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 25, 2018 at 11:52 PM
I’ll make sure he will!
Cloggie
June 26, 2018 at 12:04 AM
Oh, new page to permalink & bookmark 🙂
Thanks @raonah!
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 26, 2018 at 12:25 AM
No problem 🙂
Giegie
June 26, 2018 at 12:42 AM
Oh, yay! I miss our ship. ^^
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 26, 2018 at 7:59 AM
Do you want me to add you to the reader list? 🙂
The link to part 1 is in my comment above 🙂
Giegie
June 26, 2018 at 8:15 AM
Yes, please! I’d love to read your & the others FFs.
I’ll check out the first thread.
And thank you!
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 26, 2018 at 8:30 AM
Ok. I’ll add you. I hope you enjoy it!
Cloggie
June 26, 2018 at 3:04 AM
@raonah, I seem to have impulse-written an addition to the fanfic. As it doesn’t involve Minho or Boyoung or Namwoo or the radiology couple , I’ll just post it. It shouldn’t interfere with anybody’s plotlines!
(but I also don’t think it should be the first one on the new page, so I’m just going to stick it on the bottom of the previous one)
I just remembered that I wanted happiness for all….
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 26, 2018 at 7:45 AM
Ok. Sounds good!
yongsital 🐧 ❄️
June 26, 2018 at 5:34 AM
Yay! This fanfic was simply just an amazing idea altogether! 💜
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 26, 2018 at 7:45 AM
😊 thanks
Ally
June 26, 2018 at 9:08 AM
Nam-woo’s story line, part 3
Part 1:
http://www.dramabeans.com/members/raonah/activity/488601/#acomment-517580
Part 2:
http://www.dramabeans.com/members/raonah/activity/488601/#acomment-525998
Nam-woo stumbled and grabbed the metal railing with his phone still to his ear. He had barely stepped onto the bus when he finally answered Bo-young’s 5th call to him, where all he heard was someone hysterically shouting, “He’s had a wreck, he’s in surgery!” The rest was a blur as he staggered backwards, his feet hitting the pavement. “Are you coming on or not, young man?” shouted the driver. Nam-woo couldn’t even process what he was hearing and just managed to cough out an “I’m sorry,” as the doors closed in front of him. He didn’t even know who he was addressing the apology to or why he was even apologizing. As the bus pulled out from the stop, following not far behind was a taxi with two more people shouting at him as they drove past. “What on the face of God’s green earth are you doing?” “How much did you drink before you left your apartment?” Joo-yong and Dae-bang were hanging out of the side windows. “Ahjusshi, stop the taxi!” Joo Yong finally called out as the car stopped at the corner of the street. Finally, realizing what he had to do, Nam Woo joined the shouting, “Taxi! I need to go to Anseong!”
As Nam-oo shoved both Joo-yong and Dae-bang over and slammed the door, they sat for a second squished like sardines in a can just staring at each other like they all had an extra heads growing from their necks. “What are you two doing here?” his eyes growing wide just realizing who these people were who were just being so rude to him. “What are WE doing here? What are YOU doing here? And why do you need to go to Anseong? Isn’t that where Min Ho took Bo-young?” Joo-yong was firing questions faster than Nam Woo could answer them. “Ahjusshi, how fast can you get to Anseong?” Nam Woo was on mission. His best friend could lay dying in surgery and he felt guilty just thinking a few minutes earlier that his friend’s money would solve all his problems. “Not fast enough to make you three in that back seat not feel intimate for the rest of the ride,” laughed the driver. “Son, get in front and give those guys some breathing room!” With that, Nam Woo opened the door, falling back onto the pavement, eventually sliding into the front seat, with an exasperated Joo Yong looking on and a perplexed Dae-bang wondering if he should have been the one to move to the front seat, while Ahjusshi taxi driver was sure all of the inhabitants of this vehicle except him were soundly inebriated.
“Seriously, Nam-woo, we’ve been following you for the past 1000 meters. Where ARE we going? And why do you look like someone just died?”
Ally
June 26, 2018 at 9:10 AM
Joo-yong had just had enough and after not getting those cute girls’ numbers, thinking he was actually about to follow a bus to God-only-knows-where, and now was in a taxi to Anseong with Dae-bang and Nam Woo.
“Actually, someone IS dying! Min-ho!” He spun around meeting Joo-yong’s angry stare. Tears, which he had been holding in, and then too shocked to release, finally flowed from Nam Woo’s tear ducts. The entire evening’s events were too much for him to deny those tears. “There’s been an accident. Bo-young just called. He’s having surgery at his parent’s hospital in Anseong. If you don’t want to go, get out of the taxi, NOW!” he shouted, sputtering and sniffing after every sentence.
After his outburst, both Dae-bang and Joo-yong could only sit in silence as the taxi driver drove away.
They sat that way, listening to Nam Woo’s quiet crying for half an hour before Dae-bang mustered up enough courage to say, “Nam-woo, is Min-ho really dying?” Nam Woo pulled his face out of his hands, looked up out of his lap, which he had been staring at since yelling at Joo-yong, “I don’t know. They wouldn’t tell Bo-young anything because she’s not a guardian and apparently his family isn’t there either. She only said that he was bleeding from his head and abdomen. He was just covered with blood. The car flipped but he did have his seat belt on. Bo-young is beside herself.”
“Were to talking to her this whole time? Where to going to go to Anseong after we saw you?” Joo Yong had regained his composure.
“No, I was about to go see my first love and was talking to my mom about our bankruptcy 10 years ago.” There was nothing that Nam Woo wouldn’t tell these guys now. They had seen him at his most vulnerable. “Min-ho yelled at me the last time we talked, and I ignored it, but I should have called him back when he hung up. He must have gotten in his car in that agitated state and wasn’t in his right mind. I’m such a terrible friend. I’m so selfish, I only worry about my life, and there his is handing in the balance.” He paused to catch his breath, about to burst into tears the 3rd time this evening. “I was going to get her back, Mi-rae. I don’t know what I’m going to do now. It just doesn’t seem that important anymore.”
All the radiology duo could look at each other. It was Dae-bang who broke the silence.
“Well, it sounds like we have to go help Min-ho and Bo-young first. Right?”
“Of course we do! Why do you think we’re in a taxi to Anseong!” This was almost too much stress for Nam-woo to handle. His first love would have to wait.
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June 26, 2018 at 2:33 PM
Ally, this was wonderful! I love the bit where Daebang is wondering whether he should’ve moved to the front seat 😄
Story update!
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @bammsie @ally-le
Readers: @yongsital @neener @daydee @paperclip @cloggie @mindy @jenmole @justme @hotcocoagirl @aliaa @sicarius @modernflapper @egads @wishfultoki @rukia @giegie0384
Ally
June 26, 2018 at 4:15 PM
Me and my typos. I hope you guys can figure out what I meant!
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
June 26, 2018 at 6:42 PM
Excellent as always, Ally!
Ally
June 26, 2018 at 6:59 PM
I don’t know if I would call it excellent! All I know is that I see how hard it is to actually move a plot along when all you have are characters reacting to other characters around them.
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
June 26, 2018 at 8:40 PM
@ally-le I would! I’m super glad that you’re taking on Nam Woo and Mir-Ae’s storyline. I had totally forgotten that Min Ho had just finished yelling at Nam Woo before getting in the car accident. Its interesting to read his reaction and how he’s blaming himself. Good job, you.
Ally
June 26, 2018 at 9:48 PM
Thank you! I’m still going to be the first person to buy that book about you and your escapades!
💜🍍☠ Sicarius The Queen of Melonia ☠🍍💜
June 27, 2018 at 12:38 AM
ALLY I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE THE RADIOLOGY DUO SO MUCH. I can literally see and hear them in my head.
Ally
June 27, 2018 at 1:40 AM
I can too! They’re the perfect counterpoint to Nam-woo’s sad state of affairs and inject much needed humor into his scenes. Thanks for requesting more of them!
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June 26, 2018 at 11:34 PM
One Week Later
Minho walked quickly (or as quickly as he could given that he was still recovering from the accident) with his hood up and his hands in his pockets avoiding making eye contact with anyone. It was a warm day in June, too warm for a jacket, but he didn’t want anyone he knew to see him. He took a deep breath and walked into Sincheon Hospital. He wasn’t supposed to be here today since it was his day off but he had something important to do. He boarded the elevator and, by force of habit, he almost pressed the button for the fourth floor, the Physical Therapy Department. He reminded himself of why he had come here today, winced momentarily, and pressed the button for the seventh floor. He felt the elevator surge upward.
*ding*
The elevator doors opened. For a moment, he considered running away. But no, this was too important to run away from. If he ever wanted to have a meaningful relationship with BoYoung he had to do this. Just as the doors were about to close again, he got off the elevator. He walked up to the reception desk.
“Hello. Do you have an appointment?”
“Yeah”
“Name?”
“Minho” he said under his breath.
“Pardon?”
“Minho” he answered again, slightly louder this time.
“Ah! Minho! Welcome! The doctor is waiting for you! Just go down the hall and it’s the first door on your right.”
Now that he was almost there, his feet felt like they had 1000kg weights attached to them. He walked slowly down the hall and read the nameplate on the first door on the right “Dr. Ra On Ah” and in smaller letters below “Psychologist”. This was it. He steadied his nerves, opened the door, and walked in.
A middle-aged woman wearing a light green blouse looked up from her computer.
“You must be Minho! Come on in!”
“Hi.” He replied standing awkwardly just inside the door.
“Have a seat.” She gestured to a comfy looking arm chair. “Would you like some tea?”
“Umm… Yes, tea sounds good.” He sank into the soft chair as Dr. Ra prepared the tea. “I thought psychologists all had couches in their office… That’s how it always is in movies at least.”
“Well, we used to but we found that people fell asleep instead of talking to us. The movies haven’t gotten the memo about the change yet apparently” She laughed, handed him his tea, and settled into the arm chair across from him. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Dr. Ra looked at him expectantly through her gold-rimmed glasses.
Minho sipped some of the steaming hot tea, took a deep breath, and began.
“Well, there’s this girl. And I really like her but it seems like every time we are starting to get close, I suddenly get angry at her for no reason and push her away.” He told her all about his history with BoYoung. Starting with how BoYoung had confessed and he’d brutally rejected her back when they were in college. And ending with the fight last week after BoYoung’s confession and kiss.
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June 26, 2018 at 11:35 PM
There wasn’t anything to tell after that because he and BoYoung had been avoiding each other as much as possible since then.
Dr. Ra had been nodding along and asking for clarification on certain points while he told his story.
“Hmmm. That’s very interesting. Tell me. What is your relationship with your family like?”
“My family?!” He snorted derisively. “I might as well not even have a family considering how little my family cares about me.”
“What do you mean?”
Minho launched into another long story of all the times his family had neglected him in favor of his “smarter”, “better-looking”, “amazing” older brother. He finally finished and took another swallow of his now-cold tea. “So what do you think? What should I do? I really want to date BoYoung but it seems like I always mess things up.”
“I think I began to see where the issue is… Since your family rejected you so much as a child, you’ve developed a self-defense mechanism of pushing people away before they get too close to you in order to prevent them from being able to reject you as well. I’m going to give you some homework to do. Don’t worry, you won’t be graded on it.” She smiled again. “It’s just some exercises that I think will help you to change your subconscious and, as a result, change your behaviour.” She wrote down a few things on a yellow pad of paper, tore off the top sheet, and handed it to him. “Was there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?”
“No, Dr. Ra. That was everything. I’ll make sure to do these.” He answered, waving the yellow paper.
“Great! We’ll talk about how it went next week. Work hard. See you next time”
“Thanks Dr. Ra. Goodbye.”
He turned and walked out of the office with a bounce in his step.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 26, 2018 at 11:36 PM
Story update!
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @bammsie @ally-le
Readers: @yongsital @neener @daydee @paperclip @cloggie @mindy @jenmole @justme @hotcocoagirl @aliaa @sicarius @modernflapper @egads @wishfultoki @rukia @giegie0384
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June 27, 2018 at 12:02 AM
@sicarius do you want to write next or are you busy?
💜🍍☠ Sicarius The Queen of Melonia ☠🍍💜
June 27, 2018 at 12:29 AM
Hey~~~ Just had a really big few family days, and do have tomorrow off but I’m going to Australia on Sunday and I haven’t even read the latest installments!!! So would you give me… idk till tomorrow morning to decide whether or not to write? Would that be ok? It might just end up being a no but I don’t have the energy to know yet haha.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 27, 2018 at 12:36 AM
That’s fine, you can let me know tomorrow 🙂
Cloggie
June 26, 2018 at 11:57 PM
I like it Dr Ra!
Even if I’m a little worried what @isthatacorner is going to make Minho do as his homework … Never mind – it will all for his own good.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 27, 2018 at 12:03 AM
Thanks!
💜🍍☠ Sicarius The Queen of Melonia ☠🍍💜
June 27, 2018 at 12:41 AM
Self Cameo lol
Giegie
June 27, 2018 at 1:10 AM
Dr. Ra. ^^
Love it! I stopped watching APAD at episode 11 so I’ll just think that this is how the show is going to end.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 27, 2018 at 7:48 AM
Thanks!
I watched it all the way to the bitter end hoping that the MinHoYoung would sail…💔 What beanies have come up with so far is way better than the actual ending 😄
Giegie
June 28, 2018 at 5:56 AM
I didn’t bother, as I knew I’d just get mad. I had plans to watch the ending but after reading the writer’s statement I changed my mind. Thanks but no thanks, show. 😄
Ally
June 27, 2018 at 1:34 AM
Can I just say, Thank Dr. Ra that we’re not in God-forsaken Anseong anymore? This is great! Love that you psychoanalysed Min-Ho. It’s just what he needs (insight) into why he acts the way he does.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 27, 2018 at 7:49 AM
I was so glad to get out of Anseong!
Please note, I’m not a psychologist in real life so I hope I psychoanalyzed him correctly 😬
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 30, 2018 at 1:09 PM
Bammsie decided to skip this turn so you are next @ally-le 🙂
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
June 27, 2018 at 4:12 AM
Bo Young plastered herself against the wall outside of the hospital cafeteria. Slowly, like a turtle poking its way out of its shell Bo Young poked her head around the door of the room and stealthily looked around. She didn’t see Min Ho but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. After their fight Bo Young was of two minds: 1. Avoid. Avoid. AVOID. Avoid at ALL COST! But then there was number 2. Keep an eye on him–he was just in surgery! Who cares about him as much as she does? His family doesn’t and while his friends do–its not the same as how much she cares about him. So…she may have fallen into some old not so good habits. Of stealthily observing the person she has feelings for.
She may have washed his car the night before.
And asked Nam Woo to smuggle Min Ho’s laundry to her so that she could take care of it (and she’s pretty sure she wound up doing all three boys laundry, but it was worth it)
And she may have been leaving baskets of food outside of his door. But, he probably didn’t know it was her—she didn’t leave poetry. And he didn’t think that she cared about him anymore.
She knew that if they were ever going to be together they needed a clean break from their old behavior: namely Min Ho yelling at her and her bursting into tears and excepting all of the blame. But, she also knew that she wasn’t perfect in their non-starting relationship. She kept maybe leading him on a little bit? Telling him she liked him or loved him and then taking it away again. Like she was trying to train a puppy. Here, Min-Ho Puppy! If you are good and do exactly what I want you’ll earn my love! But if you don’t then you’re a jerk and I hate you!
Bo Young moved in a zig-zag fashion, waddling from table to table, stopping to poke her head up and stealthily look around before creeping to the next table. She hadn’t seen Min Ho enter the cafeteria (a fact which made her shoot up and stare wildly behind her to see if he had come in after her and saw her table-to-table ninja like moves–not there. She sank back down–looking all around her through narrowed eyes once more). But from her….long distance observing….she had seen him entering the hospital and she had already crept around the Physical Therapy Department looking for him. Where was he? She hadn’t seen him up close today and she hadn’t seen anyone who HAD seen him so she didn’t know how he was or what he needed. She knew he was avoiding her as much has she was avoiding him — which was actually distressing. She couldn’t figure out what that meant. If he really meant it when he said that he was done with her he wouldn’t bother avoiding her—right? But he had also said that he was done with medicine and Korea but he was still there. That didn’t mean he hadn’t booked a plane for somewhere else for once he felt better, though. And it turns out that even though Nam Woo was his best friend and they lived in the same room together he was a terrible spy!
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
June 27, 2018 at 4:26 AM
Whenever she asked him to find out basic information like—WHETHER OR NOT HIS BEST FRIEND WAS LEAVING THE COUNTRY FOREVER–Nam Woo always came back with no information whatsoever.
Finally, Bo Young made it to the table she was searching for. She scooted to the edge, curled her fingers around the table top and slowly stretched up until just her forehead and eyes were visible. She looked around from face to face: interns, chief, Dr. Ye, Unnie, Nam Woo and no Min Ho. She sighed in relief and sank back down to under the table. With the coast clear (Where WAS he?) she scooted back out from under the table and bounced up. “Hello everyone! Is everyone eating lunch here? Ah! I should go–” she gestured behind her to the line for food. “Has anyone seen Min Ho today? I thought I saw him come in earlier but he wasn’t at work?” Did that sound normal? Did that sound like a normal question? Did she sound like a stalker? When would they get back to normal? Or better than normal?
“He’s getting food.” One of the interns said
“Right there…” The other pointed to where Min-Ho was standing, hands in pockets, head covered by the hood of his jacket but looking over in her direction with a quizzical expression (she was assuming) on his face.
“Oh!” She eeped, dropping once more to the ground. “Tell him to eat the bone broth soup! Its good for injuries!” She started an earnest scuttle away when she felt fingers dip, catch, and tug on the back of her scrubs uniform.
“Young lady.” It was the Chief. “Exactly how long do you intend to be like this? Its been a week. And I’ve got to say—you’re not exactly endearing yourself to the hiring committee crawling around like this. We like to hire confident doctors for full time employment.” He tugged lightly on Bo Youngs collar. “Stand up, young lady.” And so she did, right as Min Ho slowly walked over towards their table. For one shining moment she imagined herself bopping her head on his tray and sending the contents flying and then she’d be able to away to change her clothes and get out of this awkward situation. Fate, however, was not on her side.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 27, 2018 at 7:53 AM
This was wonderful isa! I can totally see BoYoung acting like that 😄
Story update!
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @bammsie @ally-le
Readers: @yongsital @neener @daydee @paperclip @cloggie @mindy @jenmole @justme @hotcocoagirl @aliaa @sicarius @modernflapper @egads @wishfultoki @rukia @giegie0384
Next up: sicarius?
💜🍍☠ Sicarius The Queen of Melonia ☠🍍💜
June 27, 2018 at 6:16 PM
Sorry for the later reply. I don’t think I’ll be able to do the next installment sorry. Or any… for a couple of weeks D:
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 27, 2018 at 6:25 PM
Ok. No problem. Have fun on vacation! 🙂
Next up: @bammsie (is your hand doing better or do you need to skip again?)
bam 🐢🐌💖~
June 27, 2018 at 9:05 PM
@raonah If you asked me this morning, or even an hour ago, I would’ve said an emphatic yes. But my hand decided to deflate about 45 minutes ago, meaning I’m stuck with leaking gunk.
As you can see, however, I can still text. 😂 I’ll try to take a stab at it, it just might take a little bit.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 27, 2018 at 9:21 PM
@bammsie I really hope it feels better soon! It sounds like it hurts a lot!
If it ends up being too painful to type, let me know and we’ll hear from you on the next round 🙂
bam 🐢🐌💖~
June 27, 2018 at 9:25 PM
@raonah Thanks, Ra! *finger hearts* I’ll keep you updated. I’m mostly mad that I can’t hold a pen or knife right now. Makes cooking and writing hard.
Jellybn
June 28, 2018 at 10:06 PM
I have caught up with the story these last couple of days and you all are so amazing and talented! I’m invested in the story and must see it to the end. May I please be added to the readers list?!😀
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 28, 2018 at 10:22 PM
For sure!
Glad you’re enjoying it!
Cloggie
June 27, 2018 at 1:57 PM
That made me laugh @isa
But… she’s back to washing his car? Only because it’s just been in that crash, right?
Ally
June 27, 2018 at 8:22 PM
This was hilarious! I could imagine every head bob.
Ally
June 30, 2018 at 7:20 PM
Nam-Woo’s story line, part 4
Parts 1-3:
http://www.dramabeans.com/members/raonah/activity/530801/#acomment-531198
Mi-rae was just getting off work at the noraebang at 3 am when her phone rang.
“Samchoon? Where are you? Why are you calling me so early in the morning? Is everything ok?”
“Dearest niece, where are you right now?”
“I’m just getting off my job and going home to sleep for a few hours.”
Mi-rae had three jobs. She worked in the public library as a librarian’s assistant from 8 am to 4 pm, then would go to the chicken shop as a delivery girl from 5 pm to 10 pm, then on weekends to the noraebang from 11 pm- 3 am. It was no mystery why she worked so hard; her father had passed away while in jail and she was the sole provider for her mother and two younger siblings. This was her lot and she had borne it for almost 11 years. She was bearing it well until she happened to meet Nam-woo, her ex-boyfriend—no, not her ex-boyfriend, her first love. It was rare that Mi-rae would let anything distract her from her goals. She wasn’t even looking for a boyfriend 11 years ago. He was just…so dang sweet to her. She loved the attention she received from him, more thoughtfulness than anyone had shown her in the past. She wanted to teach when she graduated from the university. However, that all changed when her father was prosecuted for embezzlement and imprisoned, leaving his family in debt. She had just started dating Nam-woo at the time, and though their infatuation was strong, she didn’t know how to tell him, and thought it was better to just break up. She had serious baggage. Her mother’s brother and his family had helped them, but he could only do so much, without much education and even less money.
“Mi-rae-ah, I went to Anseong and back, and dropped off a young person who I think knows you. I think he wants to see you, like REALLY WANTS TO.”
FLASHBACK (in the taxi going back to Seoul from Anseong):
“It looks like Min-ho will be fine physically, but I have no idea what’s going on between him and Bo-young,” Joo-Yung was happy to have left Anseong (like everyone else in that taxi).
“Yes. That boy is clueless, and that’s saying a lot coming from me,” Dae-bang interjected.
“I’m still in shock at Bo-young’s confession, or not-confession, rather? And yelling at his parents? What happened to her? She’s normally the level-headed one. To think I was about to ask her what I should do with my life.” Nam-woo was finally in a better state of mind.
“What are you going to do with your life?” Ahjusshi taxi driver couldn’t help but speak up. He had heard all about these kids’ trials from Seoul to Anseong, and now back to Seoul.
“Thank you, Ahjusshi, but I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Well, then, tell us about Mi-rae. We have a drive ahead and I feel I know you like better than my own kids. Didn’t you say she was your first love?”
“Tell us! Tell us!” Both Joo-yung and Dae-bang piped up in unison.
Ally
June 30, 2018 at 7:21 PM
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Ally
June 30, 2018 at 7:25 PM
BACK TO THE PRESENT:
“Mi-rae-ah, his name is Kim Nam-woo.”
Mi-rae dropped her phone in the alley, in a puddle, in shock (good thing her phone was water-resistant). Uncle had spent over 2 hours with Nam-woo? She didn’t understand, didn’t she make it clear that she couldn’t be with him. Didn’t he otherwise leave her a note saying that all he wanted was for her to be happy?
“Mi-rae!!! Mi-rae!!!” She heard the muffled yells from her uncle as her speaker was in the water.
“Oh my goodness, Samchoon! I dropped my phone in the water! I’ll have to call you back later!”
“But Mi-rae, do you know him? Do you want his address?”
“Just text it to me, Samchoon! Kamsamnida! Bye!”
Taxi Ahjusshi hung up and looked perplexed at his phone. “That crazy girl, she never has time to talk and I hate texting.” With that, he v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y texted Nam-woo’s address to his niece.
This gave Mi-rae a chance to gather her thoughts. She was not just tired, she was exhausted with life, but just hearing Nam-woo’s name made her heart skip a beat, and she was more awake than she had been in several weeks. Every since she saw him last, she had felt guilty with how she spoke to him. He was doing well, and she…she was barely surviving and she was so tired. She remembered all the things he was and did for her. When he gave her the box of sweets, she couldn’t forget how considerate he was, and although his note said one thing, she had secretly hoped he had meant another.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
June 30, 2018 at 8:08 PM
This was fantastic Ally! I did not see that coming! The taxi driver was her uncle?!?!? I love it!
Story Update!
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @bammsie @ally-le
Readers: @yongsital @neener @daydee @paperclip @cloggie @mindy @jenmole @justme @hotcocoagirl @aliaa @sicarius @modernflapper @egads @wishfultoki @rukia @giegie0384 @pbnjelly513
If any of our readers would like to try writing, let me know! You can even just do it once, if you don’t want to commit to doing it regularly 🙂
Next up: me 🙂
Ally
June 30, 2018 at 8:29 PM
I can’t let you, the Tod, and that kiss get all the gobsmacking fun! I had to throw something in the ring too!
bam 🐢🐌💖~
June 30, 2018 at 10:48 PM
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, Ally!
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 2, 2018 at 5:12 PM
That evening
BoYoung sat cross-legged on the floor picking at her food and trying desperately to look anywhere but at Minho who was sitting directly across from her. The Chief had insisted that they have a team dinner tonight and wouldn’t accept any excuses when she’d tried to wriggle her way out of the commitment. Now Dr. Park was alternating between trying to ingratiate himself to the Chief and to Dr. Ye (whom he had heard might be the next chief). YoonJoo was loudly relating a funny incident to the interns. Namwoo sat quietly eating his food. Minho was fidgeting in his seat. He recalled Dr. Ra’s instructions. The piece of paper had had one sentence on it: apologize to BoYoung. How was he supposed to apologize to her though when she wouldn’t even look at him?
“I ate well.” “Thanks for the meal!” Was everyone done already?
“Round two!” Dr. Park shouted. Soon, YoonJoo and the interns joined in the chant “Round two! Round two!”
“Alright. Where should we go?” The Chief answered.
“Karaoke!” “Yeah, let’s sing!”
BoYoung spoke up. “I’m really tired. Can I go home?”
Chief started to protest that team dinners were important for the strength of the team and everyone needed to be there.
“I’m tired too. I’ll walk home with you.” Minho interjected before Chief could say anything. BoYoung’s eyes opened wide in shock. Being at the team dinner with Minho was bad enough. Having to walk home with him alone was a million times more awkward. Chief glanced between the two of them. Something had been off between them all week. Maybe a chat on the walk home would help them to sort things out. “Alright, but you two won’t get out of it next time. Got it?” He said sternly. “Yes, sir.”
The night air was full of the scent of cherry blossoms. BoYoung walked quickly. Maybe she could walk ahead of Minho and then they wouldn’t have to talk to each other. Didn’t he know they were avoiding each other? But Minho kept pace with her. She slowed down and he slowed his steps as well. Eventually, Minho broke the silence. “It’s a nice night isn’t it?”
“Yeah, nice.”
“BoYoung, I know that you’re trying to avoid me but I need to talk to you.”
BoYoung stopped walking and looked him in the eyes for the first time in a week. “About what?”
“I want to apologize. For everything that happened in Anseong… For rejecting you so cruelly back when we were in college… I’m sorry. You’ve been a really good friend to me but it seems like I always end up hurting you. Can you forgive me and can we go back to being friends again?”
BoYoung’s hand moved upward to fan the tears that had formed during Minho’s speech. “Of course I’ll forgive you. I should apologize too. I shouldn’t have gotten so…carried away when you’d just been in an accident.”
“You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. So are we friends again now?”
“Yes, friends.” BoYoung smiled back at him.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 2, 2018 at 5:13 PM
“Good. You know, you looked so funny today crawling from table to table at lunch today trying to avoid me.”
BoYoung laughed. “Well you looked pretty funny too wearing your hood inside.”
And they continued walking home talking and laughing about all the awkwardness of the past week.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 2, 2018 at 5:14 PM
Story Update!
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @bammsie @ally-le
Readers: @yongsital @neener @daydee @paperclip @cloggie @mindy @jenmole @justme @hotcocoagirl @aliaa @sicarius @modernflapper @egads @wishfultoki @rukia @giegie0384 @pbnjelly513
If any of our readers would like to try writing, let me know! You can even just do it once, if you don’t want to commit to doing it regularly 🙂
Next up: isa 🙂
bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 2, 2018 at 5:25 PM
Awwww, this was so sweet! I love these friendos! (Lmk if you need an extra to pop in, I just.. felt like I was doing you an injustice by constantly being late, etc..)
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 2, 2018 at 5:53 PM
Don’t worry about being late. Your writing is worth waiting for 🙂
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 2, 2018 at 6:01 PM
@bammsie I had an idea. What if I switch the writing order and have you follow Ally? That way you would have whatever time she uses for writing the Namwoo storyline in addition to your 48 hours 🙂
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 2, 2018 at 6:19 PM
I read that as lee min ki and I was like…that doesn’t make sense.
bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 5, 2018 at 5:04 PM
@raonah Oh!!! I kept thinking I had responded back, I’m so sorry for the delay! I love that idea, but may I have the round off? Thank you so much for dealing with my crazy demands – there’s hectic stuff that just started happening with my family’s schedule..
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 5, 2018 at 5:23 PM
@bammsie For sure. I hope we get to hear from you for the next round 🙂
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 2, 2018 at 5:51 PM
It took them longer than necessary to make it back to the hospital dorms. The closer they were to home, the slower they both walked. It had been a long, long time it seemed since the two of them could walk together and talk like the friends that they were supposed to be. The friends that they were trying to be.
Finally, they were standing in front of their doorways, Minho leaning against his door and Bo Young against hers.
“I’m really glad we had this opportunity to talk together, Bo Young.” He couldn’t stand to make eye contact–but at the same time, he kind of wanted to look into her eyes for just a really, really long time.
“So am I. The walk was nice. I’m grateful you insisted on walking home with me.” She sighed and reached behind her, her hand landing on the knob. “About what I said when you were in the hospital…”
“Bo Young! I thought we agreed. We both were out of line when I was in the hospital. We can’t be friends if we keep rehashing the past like this.”
“I know. I know that you want to put all of that awful trip behind you, and so do I, mostly.”
“Well, I only mostly want to put it behind me. I heard that you told my parents off for not caring about me? A man would go a long way for a friend like you, Bo Young.” His hand slipped to the doorknob and squeezed. His eyes went to hers, searchingly. “What part of that awful trip do you want to keep?”
“My poem that you wrote me.” She answered immediately.
Bo Young, what are you doing? MIn-Ho thought to himself. They were only barely friends again and she was bringing up the most painful moments of his life.
“Thank you, again, for apologizing for how mean you were when you rejected me. And for forgiving me for not knowing my own heart and causing at least in part that whole mess at the event.” She took a deep breath. She was moving to fast but she couldn’t help it. She could never help it when it came to Minho.
“Thank you, as well, Bo Young.” Min-Ho replied with a deep bow, “For accepting my apology after all of the awful things I said to you…”
“You were hurting!”
“And that was a reason to hurt you? Just because I love you doesn’t mean that I should—”
“Still?” She interrupted, letting go of the doorknob and moving a step closer. Min Ho felt his entire head burst into a bright red blush. “Li-Li-Like a friend. I love you like a friend. The same way that I love Nam Woo. You’re my best friend.” He wanted to run away. This was. He didn’t even know what this way. He wanted to be able to be around Bo Young and NOT confess his feelings for a change. And NOT get turned down and NOT make things awkward between them. Thats all he wanted to do when he offered to walk her home. Apologize. Maybe get back to being friends. Get ride of the awkwardness that was beginning to effect everyone around them as well. “DO NOT tell Nam Woo I said that. He would murder me.” He tried to joke.
“Do you remember? In the hospital? I said something to you before you went all,” She raised her hands into cl
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 2, 2018 at 6:05 PM
claws and growled at him at him, “on me?”
“I actually don’t remember too much. Just being angry and yelling a lot. Making you cry.” He looked down and away. “I think I’ll always remember that.”
She took another cautious step toward him. “Well, you should stop! I thought I told you that we were friends and that I forgave you! Stop thinking about things that are only going to make you sad.” She took several more steps in a rush of bravery so that the tips of her shoes bumped into the tips of his. She took a deep breath and reached her hand slowly for his, “I said something else. And I honestly think it was the best confession I ever made.” She grinned up at him.
“….confession?” He licked his lips. There was so much rage in his memory he certainly didn’t remember any confession. “Have you been stealing Dr. Ye’s sense of humor?” He joked lightly.
“Not that kind of confession.” She planted her feet, tucked her hair behind her ears and looked up into Min-Ho’s eyes, leaning further into him. ” I told you that you’re my best friend.”
“You’re my best friend as well, Bo Young. I just said that.” He mumbled, he could feel the warmth of her body through her clothes. He was confused and wanted to run away and blame all of this new confusion on the fact that he was hospitalized after a TRUCK (that no, no one was looking for) hit him the week before. But it was the nearness of Bo Young. The sweetness of her scent. Her earnest expression.
“I’m falling in love with you, Min Ho.” She licked her lips. She wanted to try kissing him again, but she couldn’t. The pain from the last attempt–even after all of their apologies–was much too fresh in her mind. “I have been for awhile now. I just, I just, I wanted you to know that.” She gave one brief decisive nod and rocked back on her heels. She wanted to look into his face to see how he was taking this bit of news.
“You are?” He looked around. This was the time that a friend or roommate would typically come running in and interrupting.
“I was scared, before. I was scared that your family wouldn’t accept me. Or that you thought I was using you for a full time position.”
“I never thought that! No one who has ever met you would ever think that! Nam Woo—” She shook her head, her ponytail flying around her face.
“I don’t want to talk about him right now. I…” She huffed a sigh, reached, and took his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers. “I like you, Min-Ho. This is my official answer to your confession.”
“Can this be our first day?” He whispered, his eyes moving from their hands to her lips and back.
“Yes.” She sighed. He was drifting towards her now, his body moving in and crowding around hers. She stood tall and crowded him back. 🙂
“And you’ll go on a date with me?” He murmured, his body slowly bending, his face and then eyes suddenly on the same level as hers.
“Yes,” she whispered, still leaning towards him. If something—something—didn’t happen soon it was highly likely she was going to to
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 2, 2018 at 6:11 PM
topple over in this hallway.
Min-Ho could barely breathe. He felt like anything louder than a whisper was risking this amazing thing that was happening. His nose brushed against Bo Youngs cheek, one arm slid around her waist as he nuzzled into her. His hand was still interlocked with hers. Bo Young, drifted closer. She stood on her toes and wrapped one arm around Minho. Her nose nuzzled against his cheek. This was happening. This was happening. She tried to think of a poem that would fully translate the way her blood was rushing, the way a smile or tears didn’t feel enough, the way that she felt too much to truly inhabit the feeling of what she was feeling. “You’ll be my girlfriend, Bo Young?” Min-Ho whispered, directly into Bo Youngs ear. She barely had to breathe out her “Yes for him to hear her. He pulled a breath away, his nose gently gliding over her cheeks and finally, (finallyfinallyfinallyfinallyfinally) Min-Ho pressed his lips to Bo Young. He was still tensed up, holding his breathe in case she pushed him away, but she kissed him back.
They were a couple.
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 2, 2018 at 6:11 PM
y’all will never know how hard I wanted to throw up a “it was just a dream” but I restrained myself. Somehow.
egads aka Dame Maggie
July 2, 2018 at 6:17 PM
blame all of this new confusion on the fact that he was hospitalized after a TRUCK (that no, no one was looking for)
HAHAHAHAHAHa. When authors go rogue things get a little heated.
Ally
July 3, 2018 at 8:50 AM
Isa, this was amazing. I totally would have loved to see this scene play out on my screen (you know, as an neutral island inhabitant).
Giegie
July 3, 2018 at 12:53 AM
They’re a couple now! ❤️
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 10, 2018 at 8:52 PM
@isa Just wanted to remind you that it’s your turn now 🙂
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 2, 2018 at 6:11 PM
Wow isa! That was fast! They’re too cute!
Story Update!
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @ally-le @bammsie
Readers: @yongsital @neener @daydee @paperclip @cloggie @mindy @jenmole @justme @hotcocoagirl @aliaa @sicarius @modernflapper @egads @wishfultoki @rukia @giegie0384 @pbnjelly513
If any of our readers would like to try writing, let me know! You can even just do it once, if you don’t want to commit to doing it regularly 🙂
Next up: Ally (I decided to switch the writing order 🙂)
bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 2, 2018 at 6:15 PM
I’M DESPERATELY TRYING NOT TO YELL RIGHT NOW
IT’S OBVIOUSLY FAILING
*passes out for a week*
Ally
July 3, 2018 at 7:04 AM
Honey, I hope you’re conscious, because it’s your turn! *splashes water on you and brings salts for you to smell*
Ally
July 2, 2018 at 6:16 PM
Seriously? You know I’m still recovering from shingles, right? But I actually have some time tonight. I’ll bang something out. I still haven’t read yours and isa’s yet though!
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 2, 2018 at 7:30 PM
Oh no! Shingles sounds horrible! If you need more time, let me know 🙂
yongsital 🐧 ❄️
July 2, 2018 at 7:59 PM
GAH IT’S HAPPENING!
💜🍍☠ Sicarius The Queen of Melonia ☠🍍💜
July 11, 2018 at 4:57 PM
Fina-frikking-ly
Ally
July 3, 2018 at 7:06 AM
Nam-woo’s story line, part 5
Parts 1-4: http://www.dramabeans.com/members/raonah/activity/530801/#acomment-535327
ONE WEEK LATER:
With Bo-young and Min-ho still not on speaking terms, not to mention both of them acting like loons, Nam-woo had decided that relationships (even those with money) were too complex to navigate. He had determined that he would wait until after the dust settled at work before pursuing anything rash about Mi-rae. Actually, talking it out with the other guys and Taxi Ahjusshi (did he ever get his name?) gave him more clarity of thought than he had had in a very long time. He had to get a job, and to do that, he had to make good grades and graduate, and to do that, he had to study his lovely tail off. He didn’t have time for a relationship right now. He still had his mother to support as well. And at least he still had alligator and his shirt from 10 years ago. He had newly found focus and he was not going to let a girl derail him— even if it was his first love. Unlike what he saw in dramas, he decided that no one stays with their first love forever. Such an ideal was impossible to attain, so he was going to just let her be; she obviously didn’t want to be with him. She would probably reject him as Dr. Ye had Bo-young, as Min-ho had Bo-young, and as Bo-young had Min-ho. So, for the time being, he would just continue his studies and live his own life, and if their paths crossed again, so be it.
At least that’s what he had told himself before he saw Bo-young and Min-ho walking back to the dorms together. He had left shortly after they had, and had just now caught up to them. Wow, they seem to be getting along well. He could see they were smiling and laughing; maybe they were back to themselves again. “But, wait, are they going back to the dorms? Should I give them more privacy?” He glanced at his watch; it was still relatively early. “Maybe I’ll just meet the others at the noraebang that Chief wanted all of us to go to…”
Mi-rae’s day off started inconspicuously enough. Her uncle’s text with Nam-woo’s address had been staring at her for the past week. She would take her phone out several times a day just to make sure it was still there. She was a miserable soul; she knew this, but after she happened to meet Nam-woo again, and read his note, she was determined to live happier, and to find that girl that she was when she was with him. Then her uncle actually met him. Her uncle who had been more like a father to her than her own father for the past 10 years. It was her uncle that told her that Nam-woo still liked her, and wanted desperately to see her. Upon encouragement from this uncle, she had some savings that she had put aside for buying trinkets for her sisters, gifts for her mother, and maybe going to the movies and concerts with friends, but she never allowed herself to use any of the money for herself.
Ally
July 3, 2018 at 7:08 AM
Today would be the day she would. She hadn’t bought anything new for herself for 10 years, and she had plans to tonight.
“This is perfect.” She had picked out a light blue flowing skirt and white silk blouse reminiscent of the clothes she wore in college and looking in the full-length mirror in the store’s dressing room, she saw that happy 18-year-old smiling back at her. She hadn’t seen that smile in years, and it made her weep. “Why am I doing this?” “Is this a mistake?” Beside her was a white shirt-box with a navy blue ribbon, and seeing it gave her new-found strength. “You can do this, Mi-rae, you’ve planned this for the past week.” She took a deep breath and wiped her tears from her face. She suddenly heard Highlight’s, “Plz Don’t Cry,” emanating from her purse. That silly girl—her little sister Mi-soo had downloaded it to her phone as a ring tone several weeks prior.
“Hello?”
“Mi-rae, are you busy?”
“Um—no, sunbae, what do you need?”
“Can you work at the noraebang tonight? Just for a couple hours? I had an emergency come up with my mother. I should be there by 9 pm though. No one else can help me. Remember when your sister was sick an I covered the overnight shift for you?”
“Um, I had plans tonight,” Mi-rae glanced again at the white shirt-box next to her.
“It’ll just be for 2 hours!”
“Ok, I guess so. I just need to be gone by 9 pm, ok?”
“Yes, you will! Bye!”
Nine was really just an arbitrary number, she just needed enough time tonight to drop-off something at Nam-woo’s.
Ally
July 3, 2018 at 7:13 AM
I’m desperately trying to stay on the time-line you all have driven this story. I hope I’m somewhere close.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 3, 2018 at 7:47 AM
You’re doing great. It matches up perfectly 🙂
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 3, 2018 at 7:47 AM
Wonderful as always Ally!
Story update!
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @ally-le @bammsie
Readers: @yongsital @neener @daydee @paperclip @cloggie @mindy @jenmole @justme @hotcocoagirl @aliaa @sicarius @modernflapper @egads @wishfultoki @rukia @giegie0384 @pbnjelly513
Next up: bammsie?
daydee
July 3, 2018 at 10:59 AM
Thanks for continuing to tag me raonah! RL is pretty hectic so I’m getting less time to spend on the fanwall, but I’ve been continuing to read, even if I’m not commenting!
All the writers are doing a great job!
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 3, 2018 at 2:39 PM
Hi daydee! I was wondering where you were. I hadn’t seen you on the fanwall in about a month. Glad to know you’re still enjoying the story 🙂
yongsital 🐧 ❄️
July 3, 2018 at 11:40 AM
Heh love the Highlight mention.
Ally
July 3, 2018 at 12:18 PM
Appropriately timed, was it not? 😉 If I was a writer, I’d totally put in things in my stories that tell the reader a little about me—like hidden Mickey’s at Disney. They’d have to read all my books to get clues.
yongsital 🐧 ❄️
July 3, 2018 at 2:17 PM
It really was! And I immediately heard the song playing in my head! You’d make a great writer and I’m not just saying it to be nice.🙂
Ally
July 3, 2018 at 9:27 PM
@yongsital, you ARE nice! Thanks for the compliment, but I’d like to think I’m much better at my day job!
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 8, 2018 at 4:41 PM
There’s a New Adult author and all of her books are backstreet boy song titles. I read them whenever they come out even though I hate them. Because I love the backstreet boys.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 8, 2018 at 7:51 PM
After what seemed like just a moment -but may have actually been several minutes-Minho and Boyoung heard footsteps coming down the hall towards them. They sprang apart in shock and saw JooYong walking towards them.
“Well, it looks like you two have made up…and made out.” He teased as he walked between them and opened the door to the dorm. “Don’t mind me. Carry on.” He smirked and closed the door behind him. BoYoung’s face, which she was trying to cover with her hands, was a deep shade of red. She turned around, hastily punched in the code to her door, walked in, and swiftly shut it.
“BoYoungah! Are you ok?” Minho shouted through the door. “BoYoung! Can we still go on our first date tomorrow?”
After a moment, a soft “Yes” came from the other side of the door.
“Great! Meet me downstairs at 8 AM.” And he turned and walked into his dorm. JooYong was waiting. He seemed to take joy in teasing Minho about…everything.
“Weren’t you two not even talking earlier today?”
“We decided to be friends again on the walk home.”
“That looked like more than just ‘friends’ to me.” He answered while doing a solo mime of the make out session.
“Stop that!” Minho said throwing a pillow at him.
Namwoo walked in to see a pillow flying through the air towards JooYong. “What’s going on guys?”
“Minho and Boyoung are dating! When I came home they were like this” he started miming again “in front of our door.”
“Oooooooooo. Really??? Like this?” He questioned, imitating JooYong’s mime. Minho threw the other pillow at Namwoo.
“You guys are both crazy. Good night.”
Namwoo and Jooyong burst into laughter. Minho was just too easy to tease.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 8, 2018 at 7:54 PM
Story update!
Sorry it’s so late 😬 I gave myself an extension 😄
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @ally-le @bammsie
Readers: @yongsital @neener @daydee @paperclip @cloggie @mindy @jenmole @justme @hotcocoagirl @aliaa @sicarius @modernflapper @egads @wishfultoki @rukia @giegie0384 @pbnjelly513
Next up: isa 🙂
bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 8, 2018 at 9:44 PM
OmaaaaaYAAAA
K y o o t!
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 8, 2018 at 10:28 PM
Thanks 😄
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 10, 2018 at 8:57 PM
So cute! How did I miss this post?
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 10, 2018 at 9:14 PM
Thanks 🙂
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 10, 2018 at 9:32 PM
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isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 10, 2018 at 9:39 PM
Ok—this isn’t very good, I know but I didn’t want to end with the couple fighting and if I tried to work in the bad date as well then it would have gotten way out of hand long. Whoever’s writing this thread next—Bam? Ra? can have a fun time writing a horrible date for our kids. Or whatever you want. As always.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 10, 2018 at 9:51 PM
This was great isa! I seriously need to know your secret for writing so fast. It takes me ages to come up with anything.
Story update!
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @ally-le @bammsie
Readers: @yongsital @neener @daydee @paperclip @cloggie @mindy @jenmole @justme @hotcocoagirl @aliaa @sicarius @modernflapper @egads @wishfultoki @rukia @giegie0384 @pbnjelly513
Next up: Ally 🙂
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 10, 2018 at 10:15 PM
@raonah. Its EASY MAN. I type the first thing that comes to my head, don’t edit and read it after I submitted and kick myself at all the dropped thoughts.
Bo Young was supposed to rummage in her bedside table. And she was supposed t to go into how Min Ho would find her note and scramble for hours fulfilling everything on her list like a romantic hero and she would wake up early and make him breakfast and he’d fall asleep on her lap he was so exhausted trying to make her dreams come true.
As you can see—-I skipped an entire paragraph.And who knows what else! I haven’t actually read it yet!
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 10, 2018 at 10:27 PM
Well, if you need to edit it, you could delete and repost.
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 11, 2018 at 10:21 AM
I believe ill do just that. I fell asleep last night before I could.
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 11, 2018 at 9:04 PM
Bo Young held her pillow in front of her face–the better to muffle her squeals. Her heart was beating, much, much too fast. She didn’t know which part of the night made her the happiest. She and Min Ho being friends again or she and Min Ho dating!!
Who was she kidding? She and Min Ho had the best of both worlds. It was all smooth sailing from here. Ok. His parents didn’t like her. But, that would be fine. They would figure that part out later. And now that she and Min Ho were dating she hastily waved her hands in front of her eyes. –but she couldn’t maintain. Everyone knew that her tear ducts were set to “overactive” but she had a feeling that if she allowed happy tears to fall right now—she just may never stop. Tomorrow they were going on their first date. It had taken them so long to get to this place. Her insane crush on him. His painful rejection. His crush on her. Her painful rejection. For once they were actually on the same page at the same time. (she still couldn’t believe that she washed his car again—but, in her defense—1) she had found a really good deal online. 2) his car had just come back from the auto-repair shop. She couldn’t believe it was totaled. She had overheard Min-Ho saying that he wanted to sell it but she had so many memories of them becoming them—and not just her and Min Ho. But her, Min Ho, NamWoo and Joo Young as well. She knew that if Min-Ho got a new car that the three of them wouldn’t suddenly stop being her friends. She knew that. Objectively. Unobjectively she liked the tangible reminder. She liked patting his car when she saw it in the parking lot on her way from one place or back home again. And honestly—she kind of always imagined sitting beside Min-Ho in that car when they started dating. And with how awkward and awful things were between them at the time….well….. None of that mattered anymore! It was happening
In a surge of energy Bo Young rolled up on her bed, feet planting on the floor by her bedside. Tossing the pillow aside, she rummaged in her bedside table looking for a notebook and pen. She could type it up and send it Min-Ho…but this would be much more romantic. With another happy clap of her hands, she crossed her legs and pulled the notebook to her knee.
She would plan the most romantic date ever. She may like Min-Ho. A. LOT. But if left to him he would probably have the two of them spend the day at that stupid nightclub he was constantly talking about. Maybe she would go there with him when they were more comfortable in their relationship. But first dates should be special. First dates should be poetry and well…Min Ho still had a lot to learn.
She hugged herself as she pictured Min Ho feverishly planning the perfect date for the two of them. He had so many ideas but none of them were quite perfect. She could see him pulling his hair out in despair at the thought of disappointing her. She would wait patiently by the do—no, no, she would wait languishing on the cou
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 11, 2018 at 9:05 PM
she would wait languishing on the couch. Or pacing the floor wondering what had become of him. He was late. She would work herself into a fine fiddle and she would cry and Min-Ho would fall at her feet, begging her not to cry. While he was down there he would notice her note. He would pick it up and look at her with tears in his eyes, “Bo Young? You planned our date?” And then he would kiss her feet, and when she reached down to gently lift him to his feet and tell him not to worship her too she would see that the strain of planning the perfect date had left her new boyfriend exhausted. She would lead him to the couch and he would sleep on her knee while she gently brushed his hair back from his forehead. When NamWoo and Joo Young woke up they would immediately start teasing Min-Ho but she would put her finger to her lips, silently shushing them and they too would fall prey to her deadly charm….
At that, Bo Young couldn’t help it. She laughed herself out of excessive fantasy. But, as she crept across the hall and slid the note under the door (after kissing it first, of course) she couldn’t help finishing her little scenario. After Min-Ho woke up from his nap they would spend the rest of the day doing the top 10 most romantic couple-y things that she could think of. “And we’ll end our perfect first date with a perfect goodnight kiss!” Mission accomplished, Bo Young scurried back to her room. She wanted to practice making sexy faces in the mirror and whispering, “Good night” in English.
at the boys’ place
Nam Woo and Joo Young had banished Min Ho to the living room for the evening. At first, Min Ho was funny. He couldn’t decide what to wear on his big date the next day and spent an inordinate amount of time trying on clothes only to toss them aside as not quite what he was looking for (he had even risked another scuffle with Nam Woo to try on the alligator shirt. It didn’t fit right. But—he had to try (and this may have been a perfect excuse because he may have always wanted to try that shirt on…) But then they asked him what exactly he and Bo Young were going to be doing the next day. Min Ho wasn’t sure exactly but he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted the date to show Bo Young that he really did like her as much he said he did.
At first, he thought simple. The beach. The beach is where he admitted to himself exactly how much he liked spending time with Bo Young. But then he thought, the park. The park is where they finally mutually confessed their feelings to each other. And then the thought staying home and watching movies. Maybe something with subtitles and they could hold hands on the couch….?
But those were too simple . Bo Young could do those things with any man who was lucky enough to date her. He wanted to do more for Bo Young. As Min-Ho paced from one end of the living room and back again he never noticed the pink piece of paper that he accidentally kicked under the couch as he turned in
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 11, 2018 at 9:06 PM
as he turned in one flamboyant spin, “IVE GOT IT! I’ve GOT THE PERFECT DATE FOR BO YOUNG!” He dove for his phone and started dialing. He normally wouldn’t ask his parents for anything but ever since the accident they had been more generous with him. Not with something like actual affection, but they could more than likely pony up a sunrise cruise on a yacht with a full spread for breakfast and light nibbles for lunch…
The next evening after the date
Min Ho and Bo Young were standing toe to toe, staring intensely into one anothers eyes. Unlike the last time they were in this position, they weren’t about to have another impassioned embrace. Although, passion would be a part of the conversation. Min Ho spoke first, “Unless I wasn’t clear at any time on this date,’ He intoned, bending slightly at the waist so that their eyes were level, “THIS WAS THE WORST DATE EVER!”
“SAME. HERE!” Bo Young shouted, with a stamp of her foot. “Do you even know me?” She had cried several times on the date. Unlike the night before when she had cast Min Ho in the role of leading lover in a romantic comedy (a role he was SURELY not meant to play) the tears on the date were mostly from embarrassment, disillusionment, second hand embarrassment and outright humiliation. How could one date go SO. WRONG? She shoved him away and quickly typed in the code for her apartment. She bit her lip as she heard Min Ho punch in his code as well. Were they just not going to talk about it? If she—and their relationship—weren’t important to Min-Ho then they wouldn’t be important to her, either! They could just be over, then!
Min-Ho was seething with anger. He had offered Bo Young a brief, perfunctory bow and turned to get as FAR from that demanding little princess as possible when she started laying in to him. All he had tried to do was show her how much he liked her and now look at them. And then she touched his arm. And he, dummy that he is, thought that she was making the first move towards reconciliation after their first fight as a couple. But she just started shouting at him, AGAIN. It was completely out of character for her and when he had asked her earlier if maybe they should reschedule for a time when she felt better. He was trying to be subtly and didn’t mention female problems at all. But Bo Young had given him the dirtiest look. And it was all downhill from there.
“Why is it that whenever we fight I’m the one who’s in the wrong?” He kicked his door in frustration, but Bo Young had already quietly shut the door behind her. Min-Ho heaved a sigh. She was probably crying. Again. And not those same sort of tears that she shed after their awesome kiss the night before.
The door barely closed on Min Ho’s apartment door before he popped it open again and knocked on Bo Youngs door. “Bo Young–we’ll try again tomorrow, ok? Bo Young? Bo Young? Tomorrow, ok?”
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 11, 2018 at 9:07 PM
@raonah So, I pretty much completely rewrote my section. I’m not sure how that came about.
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July 11, 2018 at 10:29 PM
Story revision! Isa realised she left a few things out of her last part so she deleted that and reworked it a little bit.
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Ally
July 12, 2018 at 3:22 PM
Nam-woo’s story line, part 6
Parts 1-5: http://www.dramabeans.com/members/raonah/activity/530801/#acomment-537606
Previously, the evening prior.
It was about 9:00 pm when Nam-woo arrived at the norobang. He all but ran into a pretty girl with her hair down in a blue skirt while he was frantically trying to find his workmates. “I’m sorry, excuse me!” He exclaimed. She didn’t even look up as she held tightly to a box obviously worth more than her self-preservation. He stopped at the front desk and asked the noona standing there,
“Have you seen a group of unrelated people who would only be associated together at work? There is a shorter, older ahjusshi, with a short and wide face, a tall skinny oppa with glasses who always looks like he’s smelling a foul odor, two noonas who are basically twins and always seem to be laughing at an inside joke, and an older noona who looks like a model, probably in a black dress that she never needs to wash.”
“I only just arrived myself and the girl who may have seen them just left. But you can look around if you would like.”
Nam-woo peaked inside about ten rooms before he gave up. “Well, this was a waste of time, I’m tired. I might as well go back to the dorms.”
Little did he know that ALL OF THEM arrived at the norobang that evening. And ALL OF THEM met Mi-rae. And ALL OF THEM thought how sweet she looked in her outfit especially picked out to see Nam-woo. And even Dae-bang and Joo-Young were there, which is how everyone knew who Mi-rae was, after Joo-Young had asked her what her name was so he could ask her out.
“Kim Mi-rae?” He had looked at her inquisitively. “Do you happen to know a Kim Nam-woo?”
“Nam-woo has a first love???” Yoon-joo had blurted out when they were out of earshot of Mi-rae. “Oh, he’s in trouble now! I can’t wait to see him at work to tease him about it!”
“Hey, where is he anyway?” Dr. Park had assumed that Nam-woo was still with them.
“I think he went home. He’s been looking depressed all evening.” One of the interns (I can’t be bothered with their names) stated.
“Hmm, maybe we should make sure he’s okay.” Chief Yang was always thinking about the well-being of his staff, even the students.
With that, ALL OF THEM had left the norobang and took a bus to the dorms…because, really, what else did they have to do on a Friday evening?
As they arrived at the dorms, Bo-young and Min-ho had just arrived at the playground outside the dorms and lingered there just out of view. Surprisingly, the former hadn’t hear the cacophony of sounds coming from the bus as it pulled away.
“Hey, wait!” Dae-bang had just remembered that he had left the stove on at his own apartment and hopped back on the bus just in time. It wasn’t hard for him to make that decision (burned down apartment vs. waiting for Nam-woo to arrive).
Joo-Young was the first to formulate a plan out of the absurdity that he now realized was in front of him. “What exactly are we all doing here?”
Ally
July 12, 2018 at 3:23 PM
“I mean, I can go inside and make sure Nam-woo is okay and then make him go out with all of us. I think it’ll be less intrusive than the whole physical therapy department showing up at our doorstep!”
“Oh, that’s a solid plan. We’ll just wait out here then.” Chief Yang had thought the radiology department was poorly organized and indecisive, but Joo-Young was changing his view of this.
As Joo-Young went up the stairs and out of site, Bo-young and Min-ho emerged from the playground.
“Look! It’s Bo-young and Min-ho!”
“Weren’t they so awkward before?”
“Are they actually smiling with each other?”
“Are they together, now?”
“Hide everybody!” Yoon-joo broke up the surprised exclamations of the rest of the group.
They all ducked behind whatever privet, bush, or tree they could find as the two walked past them not 30 meters away.
They all stayed hidden when Nam-woo finally arrived as well. And then when they saw Mi-rae walking timidly and then pausing along the sidewalk after being dropped off at the same stop they were standing at several minutes before.
“Can we get up now?” One of the interns whispered, “My legs are cramping!”
“No! Can’t you see what’s happening?” Yoon-joo, who always had an eye for romance, was determined to not interrupt whatever love connection was happening right in front of her. “Mi-rae followed us here to see Nam-woo. Look, she brought food or something for him in that box.”
“Why isn’t she moving?” Dr. Park whispered to Yoon-joo.
“Maybe she’s scared? How long have they not seen each other? Should I go up and talk to her? This is my dorm as well.” Yoon-joo had just remembered that she was in a black cocktail dress and could have easily changed into more comfortable clothing but instead was foolishly hiding in a bush.
Popping up from behind the privet, Yoon-joo straightened her dress, smoothed her hair, and walked up to Mi-rae. “Hi sweetie! I’m Yoon-joo. I just saw you at the norobang! Can I help you find anything? Are you looking for Nam-woo?”
“Um, hi? Do you live here?” A shaken Mi-rae answered back after seeing a strange woman suddenly appear out of nowhere.
“Nam-woo just went inside. Do you want me to go get him? Did you bring him something?”
“Um, no, uh, yes, I mean…How do you know Nam-woo?”
“Can we all just get up now?!?! Yelled a very impatient Dr. Park, as the rest of the physical therapy department emerged from their hiding places like little forest animals at dusk.
Inside the dorm, Nam-woo had just walked in on Bo-young and Min-ho very nearly playing tongue hockey and it gave him something other than himself to think about. Joo-young was already inside as well.
“Why didn’t you go out?” Nam-woo asked Joo-young after they both relegated Min-ho to the living room.
“Actually, I’m trying to get YOU to go out! Your PT department is all downstairs waiting for you to go out with them. They all have seen how down you are, and even though they all seem distant and…
Ally
July 12, 2018 at 3:28 PM
…selfish in their own lives, they all care about you.”
“What do you mean they’re downstairs? I didn’t see them.”
“Well, that’s weird, I just came from down there. Well, wait a second, did Min-ho and Bo-young see them?”
Both of them shot towards the window and looked down. There they witnessed the entire gaggle surrounding Mi-rae in her pretty blue skirt while protecting her white box with blue ribbon.
“What are they doing down there? When did Mi-rae get here?” Joo-young was more than a little confused about what he was seeing.
“How do you know Mi-rae? How do you know that’s her? Oh-no-oh-no-oh-no…she hates crowds…” Nam-woo was hyperventilating under his breath.
But before Joo-young could answer, Nam-woo spun around and bolted out two sets of doors, running down the stairs.
“Mi-rae-ah!” He called as he was running, startling ALL OF THEM, except maybe Bo-young and Min-ho, who were both twitter-pated from their almost-kiss.
Mi-rae was absolutely stunned as she looked past the crowd of strangers now gathered around her. This was not what she was expecting — ALL of Nam-woo’s friends and co-workers meeting her outside his residence? She was already nervous with confessing to just him, and now she was going to confess in front of all these people?
“Oh, there he is!” Joo-young was able to deduce the awkwardness of the entire situation. “We’ll just all be going then.” She shot dagger-eyes to the whole group, who scattered in every direction, no longer knowing why they came, or what they should be doing.
“Mi-rae-ah, what are you doing here? Aren’t you working tonight? You look so pretty!” Nam-woo blurted everything he was thinking just to keep her from running away.
“Um, Nam-woo, I’m sorry I’m here. I don’t know what I’m doing here.” Mi-rae was suddenly rethinking the course of events that led her to his dorm, and was about to cry and run from the stress of it all.
“Mi-rae-ah, it’s okay, let’s go for a walk, okay?” Nam-woo would not let another minute keep him apart from her, and slipped her empty hand into his, holding it tightly, and deliberately walked her away from the hospital dorms, to wherever there were no crowding colleagues, no awkward glances, and no stressful situations.
“Well, I guess two couples are together tonight!” Joo-Young had followed Nam-woo down, and waited by the stairwell surveying the confusion. Yoo-Joon herded the rest of the PT department to where he was.
“Two couples??? Bo-young and Min-ho too???” Chief Yang could not believe what he was hearing. These students, he thought, they’re turning our department up-side-down, but maybe in a good way.
Ally
July 12, 2018 at 6:04 PM
So, I may have gotten the order mixed up as to who went upstairs first and who walked in on whom almost kissing, but you get the comedic timing idea, I hope!
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 12, 2018 at 8:29 PM
YAY! I cant wait for Mir-Ae to give Nam-Woo that present! Oh, I want a double date and for Nam Woo and Min Ho to spend some time making fun of Joo-Young for all of the times he’s made fun of them for their love-life angst.
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July 12, 2018 at 10:38 PM
This was super cute Ally!
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Ally
July 12, 2018 at 10:48 PM
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July 12, 2018 at 10:50 PM
@ally-le I think everyone will understand what you meant 🙂
Ally
July 12, 2018 at 10:52 PM
Thanks! I just noticed I got Yoon-joo’s name wrong (again) in the paragraph where she shoots dagger-eyes at everone! Sorry!
bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 15, 2018 at 9:14 PM
*before the date*
Minho stomped around, half-antsily, half frustratedly.
He should be happy, elated, overjoyed today! He was finally going out on a date with Bo Young.
Just… why did it have to be today? Everything had gone so dismally wrong all day long that all he wanted to do was sleep or hit a reset button.
Instead, he was busy tidying himself up, trying to get the lingering smell of vomit off of him – honestly, you’d think going to the bathroom on your break would be a safe thing to do. Why that lady had to barge into the STAFF’S bathroom after eating spoiled kimbap..
Sigh. It really wasn’t her fault, Minho knew. If he had been in that woman’s place, he would’ve been lucky to even get to a restroom.
But even after taking off his uniform, the stench lingered!
Gah! You’d think the universe would get him, just this once. That the world would somehow know he needed an extra-special day today, and make everything go smoothly.
At this point, Minho was grasping at anything to be thankful for.
A pulse! He had one! Great!
Ughhhh. Rubbing his eyes, he began chanting softly in his head, trying to calm himself. Ah, the things one picks up while working in close proximity with people like Park Shi-Won..
Focus, Minho. Apply your cologne. Grab your keys. Go get your shoes.
Good.
And with a final nod and a resigned sigh, he marched out the door to pick up Bo Young.
bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 15, 2018 at 9:15 PM
Sorry it’s so short and plotless again! I swear I have a knack for being late and silly every time I write anything.
This time, though.. I’m blaming it on Isa. I had a better grip on an actual storyline before she rewrote her part. (💖💖 I love you, Isa. XD)
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July 15, 2018 at 10:08 PM
Yay! I’m glad you were able to write this time bammsie! You did great 🙂
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bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 15, 2018 at 10:11 PM
Thanks, Ra On Ah! Dang, if I can actually provide something with a plot on time…
I’ll treat y’all to brownies and beg for forgiveness for perpetually being the problematic hoobae.
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July 15, 2018 at 10:27 PM
You’re not problematic but I’ll gladly accept brownies anytime 😋
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 18, 2018 at 9:35 PM
Part 1
Min Ho
Minho gave himself one last generous spray of his cologne, straightened his shirt collar and knocked on Bo Youngs door. He was late—very much so. They had said that they were going to meet up at 8 in the morning and spend the day together on their first date. But instead, he was called in early as both interns were sick (yeah. right.) and it was his turn on the rotation. He was up and out the door at 4 am with one eye on the clock the entire time. Finally, at 6:45 he was working with his last patient and maybe he was nervous because of his date, or maybe he was just too eager. But a simple stretch turned into a pull turned into a fall turned into Min Ho getting a face full of vomit. He cleaned himself up as much as he could but even after dousing himself in cologne he was still running behind. And then the computer in the staff lounge was acting up and the computer in the hospital library didn’t print in color and Min Ho had to spend 30 minutes tracking down a computer WITH a printer that printed in color. There was a really pretty print of Bo Youngs favorite poem that he had purchased and he had even found a frame online the night before that was supposed to arrive before 8am that morning. But that wasn’t there either.
And he was out of gas.
And his car had some weird vomit/cologne smell that made him want to throw up.
And the pink flowers that he had dashed in a store for since the poem present fell through smelled like vomit and cologne and flower.
And this was a horrible beginning to anything.
But, Bo Young had told him once that it was the thought that counted. And his every thought was of her so—she was bound to be impressed. Right?
It really couldn’t get any worse.
And besides. He was going to be with Bo Young
Bo Young
Bo Young was about to cry. This was possibly the worse morning of her entire life. Today was supposed the best day ever. She was finally going on her first date with Min Ho. After all of this time. They were going to go out. And she left him a note telling him exactly what she wanted to do—so it would be her dream date. But today, today was off to an awful start.
The dress she wanted to wear? That she had stayed up half the night deciding on? Had a huge stain on it! She wasn’t sure what happened but that dress was completely unsuitable now.
The backup dress? Wasn’t fitting right this morning.
The only option she had left was a black jumper with tiny flowers all over it. But her feet looked huge in the only shoes she had to wear with the shorts outfit. Or a tutu. The tutu was pink and she wanted to wear pink on her date. It made her feel confident and when going on a date with someone as insanely sure of himself as Min Ho she wanted to feel confident. But she had nothing to wear with the tutu. She bought it assuming she’d finde something cute one day and she never had.
And THEN Yoon Joo had used up all of the hot water in the shower and had somehow knocked the tutu over into
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 18, 2018 at 9:36 PM
into the shower with her so even if Bo Young had wanted to wear the skirt with something it was sopping wet. So—the only thing to do was wear the jumper. Even if it did make her thighs feel fat. But she could balance fat thighs out with high heels. And she had pink heels and a pink headband and that kind of made her feel confident…?
Until it was time to do her hair and makeup. And Yoon Joo had used the last of her skin care products and had pocketed Bo Youngs only lip balm, with a, “You think I’m being selfish right? For taking your lip balm right before your date? That’s not what I’m doing.” She had cocked her hip to the side and put a hand on her hip the other pointing the lip balm at Bo Young, “You are just going on a date with a man who’s already crazy about you. I’m going to be helping sick patients all day. Who do you think its more important to look good? Me or you?” And with one last hair toss, she slipped on her white lab coat and walked out the door. Leaving Bo Young in a onesie that gave her fat thighs, a headband that was the wrong shade of pink and was too tight squeezing the top of her head and heels that kind of pinched. And no lip balm to make her lips look kissable.
She pressed her fingers to her lips as she re-lived the night before. It was a wonderful first kiss. And she hadn’t been dolled up then. Maybe she didn’t need the lip blam to make Min Ho want to kiss her. IF that’s what she was doing….>
It was fine, though. Min Ho would be exhausted from staying up all night making sure their date would be perfect and he would fall asleep with his head in her lap. Just like she wrote in her note. Bo Young let out a tiny involuntary squeak when she heard the doorbell chime. He was here!
Today was going to be perfect.
It really couldn’t be much worse.
Oh, how wrong they both were.
Part 2
“Min Ho!” Bo Young flung the door open, a smile already on her face as she held the door open for her new boyfriend. “You’re so….smelly.” She wanted to reprimand him, gently, for being late. But, the smell was awful.
“Is it that bad?” He turned his head to sniff his own shoulder. “I was called in to cover the interns and Park Shi-Won and some fat guy totally unloaded on me.” He didn’t notice the way Bo Young turned her head in discomfort at the rude way of describing the patient. He turned back to Bo Young and smiled gently at her. “Sorry I’m late. This morning has been a nightmare. I tried to get all the smell off before I came but I was in a rush.”
“We have time.” Bo Young smiled her brightest smile at Min Ho, her fingers reaching out to brush the stems of the flowers he was carrying, “ You could go wash up while I put these in water?’ Her fingers reached up to slide a silky petal between her fingers. “They are for me, right?”
“Oh, crap, here!” He thrust the blossoms into Bo Youngs face. Unfortunately (for Bo Young) in his jog from his car, up the dorm steps and down the hall hadn’t dissipated the cloying cologne, vomit, flower smell.
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 18, 2018 at 9:37 PM
And the scent went right up her nose. She immediately began gagging. The smell was so bad that she could feel it coating her tongue. Her stomach which was tied up with nerves for their date and her outfit (which he hadn’t bothered to compliment) , butterflies at seeing the man that she liked so much, and general unease from her sucky morning couldn’t handle the new stimulus. And for the second time that morning Min Ho found himself covered in vomit.
Bo Young, still slightly hunched over from the force of her sick, slowly straightened her spine until she was standing upright once more. Her eyes, large in her face immediately welled with tears as she realized that she had thrown up all over Min Ho and his flowers.
“You…you…you….you…Bo Young!” He flung the flowers to the side and left them scattered in the hallway. “Do you have a towel?”
“I’m sorry!” She sobbed. “Just go take a shower and we’ll start over, ok?”
“I have reservations!” His voice ticked up into a squeak. “Just—a towel, please!”
“Oh!” She turned to look behind her. They hadn’t done laundry in weeks. “Um…”She darted in, grabbed the first thing she saw and ran back to Min Ho. Realized that the first thing that she saw was a pair of underpants from the top of an overloaded laundry basket in the corner, plucked the panties from his hand and ran back and exchanged the garment for a pink towel. “Here.” She started wiping the vomit from his chest.
“Lets just go!” he shouted, immediately lowering his voice when she jumped back. “We’ll be late.”
“….but you’re covered in vomit…?”
“I’ll change later!” He grabbed her hand and tugged her down the hall after him. Min Ho couldn’t believe this. The flowers made Bo Young throw up. On him. Bo Young followed close behind trying her best to wip the vomit off Min Ho as he towed her towards the car. She couldn’t imagine what he could be in such a rush to do. According to her plans they should be curled up on his couch with his head in her lap. Not zipping off to wherever they were going. And her shoes were not conducive to an early morning jog down the dorm hallway. “Min Ho, slow down! My shoes!”
“Bo Young, we’re super late we’re going to miss it if you don’t hurry!” He turned and swooped her up into his arms (effectively smearing her sick on them both) and ran/hobbled the rest of the way down the hall and down the steps to his car before dropping her to her feet and helping her into the car.
For a second, as they were driving to their first location it seemed like things were going to take a turn. Bo Young fussed over Min Ho, spending the car ride swiping the vomit from the both of them and apologizing while Min Ho focused on driving and laughing. The conversation was easy and in spite of a horrible morning on both of their parts the beginning of the date was beginning to turn around. Until Min Ho parked and turned towards their destination. If he was following her instructions even if they had skipped the early morning nap they should b
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 18, 2018 at 9:38 PM
they should be at a local stall to buy food for a picnic at the park.
“Min Ho? Where are we?”
“I called my parents and asked for a favor. We’re going on an early morning cruise!” He smiled his brightest smile. “Lets go! I’ll get started. You go ahead and get cleaned up. When we get to the open waters, I’ll get cleaned up and we’ll make breakfast. Sounds great, right?”
No, actually, it didn’t.
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July 18, 2018 at 10:08 PM
This was great isa! Thanks for taking over since I had to skip my turn 🙂
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Ally
July 20, 2018 at 10:37 AM
Nam-woo’s story line, part 7
Links to 1-6: http://www.dramabeans.com/members/raonah/activity/530801/#acomment-546472
The same night…
Nam-woo and Mi-re walked a good block before Nam-woo let go of her hand, turned to her and embraced her with all the strength he had. They were still out in the open, but quite dark by now, under a lone blinking streetlamp. She was there, completely in front of him, and she was so beautiful, just like the first time they broke up. Her hair was just shoulder length, but curled and wavy, not tightly pulled back which made her look younger, more relaxed. It was almost like no time had passed at all. And in the flickering light, she was still the stunning girl he fell in love with. ‘That’s what it was, that’s what it still is,’ he thought to himself. I love her.
“I’m sorry you were inundated with all my friends, Mi-re-ah,” he started slowly, knowing the introverted side of her was screaming inside, wanting to crawl under a rock, away from society.
“N—Nam-woo-shi,” she stuttered, not quite knowing what she should be doing, how she should be addressing him.
“It’s okay, it’s all going to be fine.” He pulled her closer to him, “Let’s sit down, can I hold that for you?”
Mi-re had completely forgotten about the box she had brought, which was tightly held between her body and forearm, slightly crushed now after the hullaballoo of being surrounded and then the sudden arrival of Nam-woo.
“O—oh, yeah, it’s for you! I was going to give this to you. Happy Birthday.” She handed the precious gift box to him, which Nam-woo took gingerly, “Is it broken or spilled?” He turned it upright, and although the blue bow was wrinkled now, he beamed brightly. No one had remembered his birthday was today, only her and tears started welling up in his eyes. “You remembered?”
Leading her to a nearby bench, hand-in-hand, he held her tightly again. “Thank you, it’s wonderful. I love it.” What he wanted to say, was ‘I love you,’ but he couldn’t quite, worried it was too soon, that she would run from him again.
“You haven’t even opened it yet!” Mi-re protested, struggling out of his bear hug, trying to take the box back to open it for him.
“Okay, okay! I’ll open it with you!” And together, they untied the pretty navy blue ribbon.
As Nam-woo pulled open the box which was quite light and inside were three white polo shirts, which he could tell were beautifully pressed and folded, if not just slightly disheveled from being crushed for a block of walking briskly. He had stopped wearing his “alligator” Lacoste branded polo several weeks prior, after he discovered that his family went into debt living above their means. It was a sad reminder of what their family was, lying to save face, even in the face of financial ruin. But here were three, totally unbranded shirts, given to him by Mi-re, his first love, who likely had even less means to give him these.
Ally
July 20, 2018 at 10:39 AM
“Oh, Mi-re-ah! You shouldn’t have spent anything on me.”
“Now, it’s time for me to say, ‘It’s okay, Nam-woo-shi,’ I’ve been saving some money for myself, and I want to give these to you. You wore that same white shirt and I noticed you still had it the last time I saw you, so I bought you three more. You look so handsome in white. It’s not the designer brand, but it’s what I could afford.” She suddenly felt a bit ashamed. Nam-woo had always had nicer things than she did, would he scoff at the fact it wasn’t designer?
“It’s the perfect gift, from the perfect woman,” Nam-woo had tears falling from his face, but wiped them away quickly before looking straight into her eyes.
“Mi-re-ah. Thank you, from the depths of my soul, thank you, from the entirety of my heart, thank you. Thank you for caring enough about me to see me tonight. Thank you for remembering the day I was born. I- I- I love you.” And after he had stalled quite long enough, he gently took her into his arms and kissed her. Sweetly, gently, lovingly, just long enough to linger, but short enough so she wouldn’t be too uncomfortable and pull back.
When the moment magically ended, both came back to the present. And every question and explanation and apology that was bottled up inside Nam-woo came flooding out.
“I’m sorry— I was caught up in the…— How did you find me?”
“It was my uncle. He gave me your address. He took you and your friends to Anseong and back.” And then it was Mi-re’s turn: “You love me? Do you really like the gift? Why are you crying?”
All Nam-woo could do was hold her. “Yes, I’m just so happy you came back to me.”
“I’m glad I did too,” Mi-re held him tightly back.
The sun was about to rise when Nam-woo made it back to the dorms the next morning. Everything was still when he collapsed onto his bed, and closed his eyes certain to continue dreaming about the lovely evening he had just had. He was still asleep when Joo-young and Min-ho checked on him.
“How long was he out lastnight?” whispered Joo-Young as he leaned against the wall looking thoughtfully and a sleeping Nam-woo.
“Beats me. But he looks happy. Does he have a girlfriend now?” Min-ho was beaming with pride that both of their love lives were taking off.
“Yes, I do. And if Joo-Young knows what is good for him, he should just move out.” Nam woo popped open one eye and stared straight at him, startling Joo-Young off the side of the wall.
“What do you mean? I’ve been totally supportive! I’m the one that told everyone to send you good vibes all night! And made sure you didn’t kill yourself, and went all the way to Anseong and back, and told everyone about Mi-re!”
“Which is why you should move out, because she’s going to be here a lot more often! Her chicken shop is just a bus stop away. I’m certain that Bo-young might be here more too,” concluded Nam-woo, winking at Min-ho.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 20, 2018 at 11:46 AM
I love Namwoo and Mirae’s story so much! I’m so glad you decided to write about them Ally!
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @ally-le @bammsie
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@waadmay Here’s the second part of the fic
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 20, 2018 at 11:47 AM
Next up: bammsie 🙂
Ally
July 20, 2018 at 12:46 PM
And they lived frugally ever after! Thanks for letting me use up some of my pent up frustration with this story! It was so much fun!
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 20, 2018 at 12:49 PM
Does that mean this is the last installment?
Ally
July 20, 2018 at 1:14 PM
I was planning on it being the last one! They’re together, and I trust that they have enough common sense to figure out how to make their lives work now that they’re together.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 20, 2018 at 1:19 PM
Ok. Thanks so much for writing it. It was wonderful!
bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 20, 2018 at 12:47 PM
Awwwwwwww! Ally, this is the cutest.
Ally
July 20, 2018 at 1:04 PM
Awwww!!! Thank you! I’m glad you liked it!
Ally
July 20, 2018 at 12:43 PM
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bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 22, 2018 at 7:37 PM
# Everything.. was so lavish.
Everything.
H-how? She got that candlesticks could be fancy, but.. tissues? They had fancy tissue boxes! Why did they even NEED fancy tissue boxes?
Her head spun. She was still arm-in-arm with Minho, surveying the unfamiliar terrain as if she were in a war zone.
She’d been to fancy places before, yes. She was alright with grand gestures, yes.
Just of all days.. She knew she was being irrationally irritated. Dramatizing what didn’t need to be dramatized. But she was so.. tired. And impromptu plans where she was trying not to feel sick every time she took a step was not what she had had in mind for a quiet night out to relax with Minho.
Oh yes, he was completely sweet to plan this for her. She knew it, in her head. It was a spectacular occasion. But as she stared at those tissues, those hateful, hateful tissues.. she just wanted to tear them out of the boxes, blow her nose and wipe her eyes with them, and scream.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 22, 2018 at 9:46 PM
Thanks for writing bammsie! I always enjoy your writing 🙂
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @ally-le @bammsie
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Next up: me
bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 22, 2018 at 10:15 PM
Gosh darn, they’re always so short! But I’m glad if you liked it. 🙂
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 24, 2018 at 8:07 PM
Cooking was hard enough on dry land. Cooking breakfast while a boat was rocking back and forth beneath your feet was nearly impossible. BoYoung sighed. Minho was definitely not following her schedule for their date. Right now they should’ve been heading to the bookstore to look at some poetry books she’d been thinking about buying. After a few hours in the bookstore, they would’ve headed out to lunch in a cute cafe and then bought ice cream as they walked through the park. Instead, here she was trying to crack eggs into a bowl that slid across the table with every wave. She grabbed the bowl with her left hand and aimed with her right. She brought the egg crashing down on the edge of the bowl. *CRACK* The egg had hit the bowl too hard and instead of cracking a little, the shell had split and the yolk had come out, landing, of course, on the counter and not in the bowl. BoYoung scrambled to find a towel to wipe up the mess. After cleaning up her previous attempt, she picked up another egg and tried again. This time, the egg didn’t end up all over the counter… but little pieces of egg shell landed in the bowl. She would never be able to make omurice like this. BoYoung fanned her eyes with her egg-covered hands.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 24, 2018 at 8:09 PM
Story update!
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @bammsie
Readers: @yongsital @neener @daydee @paperclip @cloggie @mindy @jenmole @justme @hotcocoagirl @aliaa @sicarius @modernflapper @egads @wishfultoki @rukia @giegie0384 @pbnjelly513 @waadmay @ally-le
Next up: isa 🙂
Waadmay
July 24, 2018 at 9:46 PM
Thanks @Raonah 💖💝💖💝💖
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 24, 2018 at 9:59 PM
Lets wrap this date from Hell up, shall we? I feel like I’ve lost Min Ho’s character somewhere along the way. This is long and probably OOC.
Min Ho sheepishly and subtly tried to spit eggshell into his handkerchief. There was more shell in the rice than there was actual egg. He offered a look to Bo Young that was equal parts smile and grimace. He was trying so hard on this date! He had even actually spoken to his parents to get the boat. He had managed to get groceries on board in between all of the craziness of his morning. At least the smell of the water was masking the smell of the vomit. He had washed up as soon as they got to open water, but…he could swear he could still smell the sick on his skin. And its not like Bo Young is even trying! Here he was, thrown up on twice and he was still managing to smile and try to make conversation. Bo Young just glared at him and the food and the water and tissue boxes of all things.
“Sooo….” Min Ho pushes his plate to the side and reaches for Bo Youngs hand. “This is nice, right? Just you and me? No one from the team can—”
“Sure. Nice.” Bo Young, sighed, slid her fingers from underneath Min Ho’s hand and tucked her hair behind her ears. She wished he had told her that they would be going near the water. She wouldn’t have worn a shorts jumper. Her legs were freezing and she kept thinking that she was going to twist her ankle in her shoes on the boat. She knew she was being mean. She didn’t even know where he would have gotten a boat on such short notice but…this isn’t what she wanted. This—his money—isn’t why she likes him so much. His money is one of the big things that stood between the two of them getting together in the first place. Him flaunting his money and her not wanting to take advantage of it. Or have people think she was taking advantage of him and his connections. How come he didn’t get that? She and Nam Woo had had many conversations about Min Ho and his relationship with money and how it sometimes made them feel uncomfortable although neither of them could say if it was Min Ho’s issue or their own.
She glanced at him out of the side of her eyes. He was staring at her so earnestly, his hands folded on top of the table like a little boys. He was biting his lip and he seemed just as nervous as she felt. She really did like him an awful lot. She kicked her shoes off and stood up. “Should we take a walk, maybe? Around the boat? You can tell me the starburst from the shank?” She crinkled her nose and gazed up as she tried to remember vague ship terms she had picked up somewhere along the way.
Min Ho hopped up and darted around the table. He would have tried to seem more cool but…this date wasn’t going the way he wanted it to. He had wanted Bo Young to be impressed by the boat and his thoughtfulness and instead she seemed annoyed with the whole thing. He thought she would have been happy that he had arranged something that not even their pushy friends could intrude o
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 24, 2018 at 10:02 PM
intrude on…but it seemed he was wrong.
In his rush to get to Bo Youngs side, he tripped over the leg of the table and with his hands out to break his fall he crashed right into Bo Young, bringing them both down. With his arms wrapped around her as they lay sprawled against the ground he burst into deep, loud, laughter. “Wow, Bo Young. Are you having a good time?” When he looked down into her face he wished that he could take the question back as the answer was written clearly on her face in capital letters. NO. She was not having fun. Min Ho’s laughter dried up as he watched tears well up in Bo Youngs eyes.
“…are you hurt?” He scooted a bit closer, peering closely at her arms and then her (gulp, nice) legs.
“I’m—” she hiccupped. “I’m fine.” She tilted her head back, still laying on the deck, and patted her tears away. “Can we leave, soon?”
Min Ho slowly stood and ignoring Bo Youngs slapping hands, tugged her to her feet and lead her to a deck chair.
(I have no idea how big this boat is, or how many people it takes to run it. I’m assuming something smaller than a yacht but big enough that theres space for them to go on a decent walk and have a table and chairs outside and a place to sit and a kitchen but still small enough for one or two people to operate by themselves)
“I’ll, uh…go, and just adjust our course then?” It was all he could do to not stomp away. Hadn’t she ever seen a romantic comedy before? They should have laughed at him falling into her and kiss and then spend the rest of the morning in each others arms talking and laughing (and kissing more). But instead he was being banished back to the captains wheel and Bo Young was just going to ….sit there. And cry, apparently. “That’s our Crybaby Young.” He murmured kneeling beside her and patting a few errant tears from her cheeks. When she turned from him, and started waving her tears away, he sighed and stood, dropping the handkerchief by her side on the lounge and left.
This was shaping up to be the worst date. Ever.
Bo Young felt like an idiot. This was absolutely the worst date of all time. She curled up and listened to the sound of Min Ho walk away. She could tell that he was trying really hard to make their date perfect. But it wasn’t! It wasn’t them It was stupid rich-boy Min Ho. It wasn’t poetry and coffee. It wasn’t what she wanted and she couldn’t tell him that when he was trying so hard. And it really hurt when he fell on her and he just laughed instead of seeing if she was ok? Who does that!
And so the rest of the morning and on into the early evening it went. Bo Young, curled up and crying on a lounge chair on the deck. Min Ho alone and stirring the boat back towards shore and the docks.
The silence hurt both of their ears as they settled into Min Ho’s car. Neither had eaten much of anything for lunch. Min Ho had showed up, casting a shadow of Bo Young where she lay in a light doze having cried herself to sleep, and tossed a triangle kimbap at Bo Young and a
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 24, 2018 at 10:04 PM
triangle kimbap at Bo Young and a yogurt drink before walking away without a word. Which had only upset Bo Young more and she had shoved the snack aside to go and try and cook a meal in the swaying kitchen. But, when it was done (as full of eggshells as the rice) neither of them felt like eating. Or talking to each other.
“Should we go for dinner, then?” Min Ho, bit his lip. He wanted this nightmare to be over—but—as terrible as it all was—he didn’t want this to be the end of his date with Bo Young.
“I’ll just eat at home.” She turned further from him, and laid her head against the window, both her hands wrapped around her middle.
And that…well…that is when Min Ho lost whatever was left of his cool.
“I have been trying ALL DAY to give you a good date, Bo Young! I tried to talk to you and give you a good memory that we’d both remember for a long time! I was thrown up on twice today and do you see me pouting and crying and carrying on? You really are SUCH a crybaby! Have you ever even dated before? Do you think this is how a woman who’s out with a man she likes should act? Laying around and crying all day?”
Bo Young didn’t bother to answer. By this time, they had arrived at their dorm. She stormed up the stairs determined to ignore him. Possibly forever.
Min Ho and Bo Young were standing toe to toe, staring intensely into one anothers eyes. Unlike the last time they were in this position, they weren’t about to have another impassioned embrace. Although, passion would be a part of the conversation. Min Ho spoke first, “Unless I wasn’t clear at any time on this date,’ He intoned, bending slightly at the waist so that their eyes were level, “THIS WAS THE WORST DATE EVER!”
“SAME. HERE!” Bo Young shouted, with a stamp of her foot. “Do you even know me?” She had cried several times on the date. Unlike the night before when she had cast Min Ho in the role of leading lover in a romantic comedy (a role he was SURELY not meant to play) the tears on the date were mostly from embarrassment, disillusionment, second hand embarrassment and outright humiliation. How could one date go SO. WRONG? She shoved him away and quickly typed in the code for her apartment. She bit her lip as she heard Min Ho punch in his code as well. Were they just not going to talk about it? If she—and their relationship—weren’t important to Min-Ho then they wouldn’t be important to her, either! They could just be over, then!
Min-Ho was seething with anger. He had offered Bo Young a brief, perfunctory bow and turned to get as FAR from that demanding little princess as possible when she started laying in to him. All he had tried to do was show her how much he liked her and now look at them. And then she touched his arm. And he, dummy that he is, thought that she was making the first move towards reconciliation after their first fight as a couple. But she just started shouting at him, AGAIN. It was completely out of character for her and when he had asked her earlier if m
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 24, 2018 at 10:05 PM
her earlier if maybe they should reschedule for a time when she felt better. He was trying to be subtly and didn’t mention female problems at all. But Bo Young had given him the dirtiest look. And it was all downhill from there.
“Why is it that whenever we fight I’m the one who’s in the wrong?” He kicked his door in frustration, but Bo Young had already quietly shut the door behind her. Min-Ho heaved a sigh. She was probably crying. Again. And not those same sort of tears that she shed after their awesome kiss the night before.
Min Ho let the door slam behind him and slunk to the ground. He had wanted and fought for this for SO LONG and look how it turned out. She was probably going to go and giggle all over stupid Dr. Ye now.
He thought the yacht was romantic. He thought that she would have enjoyed cooking together. She seemed the type of woman who would. Min Ho moved to raise his hands and scrub his palm over his face. Instead they brushed over a crinkled sheet of pink notebook paper. It was a list of Bo Youngs dream date activities. Nothing that he planned was on there. It all seemed low key, chilling and hanging out together. His gaze landed on the bottom. The most important thing for the date? That they spend it together making sure that they both knew how much they cared about each other. With little hearts all around it.
Min Ho sighed and stood up, turning and heading out his apartment door to go and knock on Bo Youngs.
“Bo Young–we’ll try again tomorrow, ok? Bo Young? Bo Young? Tomorrow, ok?”
The door open just enough to show Bo Youngs sad face. “How about we meet up for breakfast and talk first?”
Min Ho’s face fell. He may not have had a ton of girlfriends but even he knew “lets talk” was code for “lets break up”. “….Bo Young…”
“We can have coffee at the café and decide how we want to spend the day together? Tomorrow can be a real first day, ok? And today won’t count?”
“Yeah, today was pretty terrible. “ He put one hand on the doorknob and looked down at the space between their feet. “I’m really sorry, Bo Young. I really wanted today to be great but from the moment I woke up everything went wrong.”
Finally, finally she Bo Young lightly put one hand on Min Ho’s. When he looked up, she met his sad smile with one of her own before tugging the door the rest of the way open and sliding into his open arms for a hard hug. From within his embrace she reached up on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Tomorrow morning, ok?”
The date may have been a disaster but Min Ho may have floated back home. His feet for sure didn’t touch the ground.
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 24, 2018 at 10:31 PM
Yay! Thanks for wrapping up the horrible date isa! That ending was so cute!
Story update!
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @bammsie
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Next up: bammsie 🙂
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 28, 2018 at 11:36 PM
Minho waited nervously outside BoYoung’s door. Surely today would have to go better than yesterday, right? The door opened and BoYoung stepped out and smiled at him. “Good morning Minho. I’m sorry about yesterday. You were trying really hard to make an amazing date and I wasn’t appreciative. I was expecting something totally different and it seemed like nothing was going right yesterday. I’m sor-”
“No, don’t apologize. I should’ve known that the yacht wasn’t your style. I found this when I got home.” He held up the crumpled pink paper with her plans for their date on it. “Let’s follow your plan today.”
“Really?”
“Yup! Step 1: breakfast. Let’s go!”
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 28, 2018 at 11:50 PM
Story update! Sorry this is so short. I’ve had a horrible case of writer’s block lately 😕
Writers: @raonah @isthatacorner @bammsie
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Next up: isa 🙂
bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 29, 2018 at 1:09 AM
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Don’t apologize!!! I’m so sorry, it was my turn and I completely forgot! I’m terribly sorry!!
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
July 29, 2018 at 6:05 AM
You can have my turn if you want it, Bam, and I’ll go after you? If not I’ll take my turn as scheduled.
bam 🐢🐌💖~
July 29, 2018 at 7:30 AM
Oh, please do go ahead. 😔My brain’s a wreck and the next few days are gonna be super busy..
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
July 29, 2018 at 9:25 AM
No problem 🙂
💜🍍☠ Sicarius The Queen of Melonia ☠🍍💜
May 28, 2019 at 6:15 PM
What… happened to this…
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
May 28, 2019 at 7:37 PM
It kind of just stopped due to an epidemic of writer’s block 😅 Would you like to continue the story?
💜🍍☠ Sicarius The Queen of Melonia ☠🍍💜
May 28, 2019 at 9:59 PM
Oh .
And I … don’t know hahahaha. I can’t even remember where we were up to. I was just looking through my wall and found the link to this and remembered how it just… Stopped. Lol
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
May 28, 2019 at 10:54 PM
I’ve thought about resurrecting the fanfic but it seems like everyone has moved on so I don’t know if there would be much interest.
💜🍍☠ Sicarius The Queen of Melonia ☠🍍💜
May 29, 2019 at 3:40 AM
Maybe you should just write a conclusion and post it on your wall haha. Like a final scene of them together hehe
RaOnAh loves Jay B 💚
May 29, 2019 at 7:32 AM
Maybe but I still have writer’s block 😅