Two hours later.

I sift through the shirts in Cold Hot CEO’s closet. I wonder what his name is. Hm. You know what? I don’t care. He’s just Cold Hot CEO to me. Romeo said, “What’s in a name?” Or was it Juliet? Whatever.
I pick a black tanktop and pass it to him. It’s cut off at the slopes of the shoulders. There’s a reason why I picked it. Seo Inguk wore one in The Smile Has Left Your Eyes and that’s when Jinkang’s eyes fell on 1. his biceps, and 2. the scar. Obviously she’d look at his biceps first. They’re way more important than the scar.
I wonder if my hot CEO has biceps. I look at him with my shy Candy eyes. I pinch my cheeks to make them blush. I can’t blush, see. My skin’s so thick and leathery from the sun and rain and hailstones I can’t even feel it anymore. Sometimes I can’t feel my legs too.
But enough about me.

He’s lying flat out on the bed. He’s still in that towel. But it’s dry as a bone. He spent two hours running, for crying out loud. He’s adorable. Pretending to be scared and all. So I just played along. “You can run but you can’t h-i-d-eeee!” I chanted. For two hours solid. After a while, he just stopped. He couldn’t outrun me. C’mon, these legs of mine are cast in iron. They are forged in the Fires of Errand boy Hell.
His eyes are staring at the ceiling. They’re kind of glazed. I know he can’t bear to look at me. Because he doesn’t want me to see the pain in his eyes. He’s crazy about me, but he can’t let me see it.

“Babe,” I say in my sweet, soft Candy voice. ‘Put this on.”
He keeps staring at the ceiling. He looks defeated.
“It’s okay, babe,” I nod, like a twelve-year-old, cute and trusting. “We’ll find a way. They can’t keep us apart.” Though I have no idea who “they”
is, it just sounds like something I should say. All dramas have that line, except it’s the guy who says it. But my guy is so sad with longing for me I figure I’ll say it for him this one time.

“C’mon, babe. Wear it. You don’t want to catch a chill now.” His biceps are turning purple. “Oh, I get it.” I roll my eyes cutely. “You want me to wear it for you, so I can put my arms around you, and you can look down into my eyes, and I can look up into yours, and you can dip down your head, and I can close my eyes, and you can lean in, and – ”
“I’LL WEAR IT!!!!” Holy shit. He yelled so loud I jumped. I’m so shocked I jump like six feet in the air, instead of tottering back a few steps cutely, like a little kid. “I’LL WEAR THE DAMN SHIRT OKAY JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!”
He’s snapping.
He can’t take this anymore.
It’s us against them.
They can’t keep us apart.
Hm.
A thought just occurred to me.
Why are they keeping us apart?
Every drama has a reason.
I just have to work out what it is.
Maybe I’ll just ask him.
“Babe.”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT!”
I ignore him. It’s a good thing I’ve seen it all in my dramas. The foul temper, the tongue lashing. Why, in the old dramas, the guy even slaps the girl, just to make her hate him! And sometimes he makes her lip bleed!!!

YY, I want you to get your well deserved rooftop to rest your iron legs but….I also want you to remain in errand boyhood and be all angsty so I can read more of this disturbing but entertaining drama.

Tagging all the crazy beanies out there

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I can see him cowering behind the drapes.
I sulk a little.
I’m supposed to be the one in the drapes. Like I’m taking a nap there, tired out, and the cold hot guy walks in and then I’m stuck and I panic.

I’m not very happy, I can tell you that.

“Babe.” I say quietly.
He kind of whimpers. It’s so cute.
“Come out here, babe.”
Maybe it’s something in my voice. Or the moonlight streaming in through the window. Scrape that. There’s no moon. The drapes are pulled tight together. it’s the lights in the mansion that’s catching the glint of the samurai sword in my callused, errand boy hand. Yeah, I loved my bad guy samurai Dongmae in Mr. Sunshine. I almost cried when I found that samurai sword hanging on his wall in the bedroom.

“Babe.” My voice is starting to grow an edge. “Come out. Now. Stop playing around.” I take a step forward, and run the edge of my samurai sword along the marbled floor, and kind of drag it, the way Dongmae did, just before he fought that horrific one-man battle on the shore.

Whatever it is, he scoots out at once.
He gasps and swallows at his reflection in the chopper.
“Yeah,” I grumble. “You look messy. You’ll have to take a shower again. Seriously, you should get a new cleaner.”
He’s covered in dust.
I think for a moment.
Maybe this is the part I start dusting and cleaning like crazy, and I turn around, and see a cold can of some PPL drink on the cute round vacuum cleaner. It’s a gift from him, because he loves me so much.

I think for five minutes straight. I wonder whether he has a round vacuum cleaner. I wonder what I should name it. Something cute, like Oscar, from Secret Garden. I wonder what iced drinks he has in the fridge. My favourite is pepsi. I don’t mind coke, but pepi’s nicer. Sweeter, like me. Candy girls drink sweet candy drinks. They never ever get cavities because Candy girls are born with a natural immunity to cavities. My teeth – well, let’s just say I’m saving up. Dental care is helluva expensive, especially when you’re an errand boy girl. Thinking about cavities make my teeth ache. Shit. I can’t remember when was the last time I had a dental exam.

Nah. Not going to do cleaning-up. My back hurts. I’m missing the top skin of my soles. It’s lying in the gravel somewhere on the highway.

I walk slow mo to him. I remember to blink prettily. I flutter my eyelashes. It’s kind of hard, and I need eyedrops, cos I haven’t slept for like 48 hours straight, but hey, just looking at how adorable he is, wide eyes and all, his chest heaving with lust for me, shit, I’d go without sleep for the rest of my life.
“I’d die for you…” I croon. I make up my own song, because I can’t remember a single one right now. I hum a few strands of First Time from Winter Sonata. It’s hard, because it’s a piano piece, and there are no words. I cry a little, and he starts crying too.
Omg. How romantic is that?
I am standing in front of him.
I try my best to breathe into his hair so the wisps will flutter in the light.