#also the license plate pffffft

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Can I see the fagmobile

of course you can see the fagmobile!

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Temporary Affairs II

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Chapter o7.  Kim Yoona  

  “Oppa, which one should I wear?” you asked, holding up two maternity dresses in your hands. 

  Jongin, who had already been dressed twenty-minutes ago, looked from one selection to the other then back again five more times.

  “What’s the difference?” he asked, dumbfounded. 

  You looked at him as if he just cursed your father so he squinted to reexamine the details. 

  “I really don’t see the difference,” your husband honestly answered.

  You huffed and puffed at his ignorance.

  “The difference is that this one has an empire waist,” you said holding up the dress in your right hand then raised the one in your left hand, “and this one does not”.

  “Uh…that one then,” Jongin said pointing to the left one.

  “But the empire waist one makes me look prettier…” you slurred.

  “Then wear that one,” he answered, exasperated. 

  “Okay!” you chipped as if you were a little girl getting your parent’s approval. 

      With your bangs braided into a crown and dressed in the teal empire waist dress Jongin…well you chose earlier, you walked hand in hand with your husband into the hotel.  Due to your indecisiveness on choosing your outfit, you two were late to the party.  Guests had already filed into the lobby, crowding up in line to get a glimpse of the center stage.  Today, another couple was getting engaged.  When people began to push, Jongin protectively curled his arms around your waist from behind.  You looked up at him confused but he just shook his head and gave you a reassuring smile so you turned your attention back to the stage. 

  The girl was apparently the heir of a tea company and the guy was the inheritor of a soap company.  Yeah, it may sound strange for them to be arranged to marry but rumors spread that the soap company wanted their license to use the tea brand for future soap scents. 

  “Do they remind you of us?” you sighed.

  “No, not really.  They look like they don’t like each other at all,” Jongin replied.

  You pouted and strained your neck back to give your husband a look of uncertainty. 

  “We didn’t like each other either,” you reminded him. 

  “Maybe during the beginning but by the engagement announcement, I already knew I wanted you as my wife,” he responded.  Really?  But you kept mute, fearing that he’d just sweet-talk like he always did instead of telling you how he honestly felt. 

  As the crowd cheered, “Kiss!  Kiss!  Kiss!”, Jongin’s shoulders shook up and down.  You turned around wondering what had caused the fine-looking heir to laugh so hard.  Noticing your intense stare, he tried his best to suppress his laughter. 

  “Jagiya, remember when you fainted after I kissed you during our engagement?” your husband said in between his chuckles. 

  -___- 

  You face palmed.

  “I don’t want to remember,” you mumbled. 

  “You were so cute,” he added, kissing the top of your head.  You returned his favor by lightly elbowing his chest. 

  Revealing your flushed complexion from your hands, you gazed forward to the stage but realized you had missed the special moment between the new couple.  Your shoulders sagged with a heavy sigh.

  After the announcement ceremony ended, the mass of people began to disperse off to the dining halls for food and more socializing.  But you wanted to stay and talk to the main female lead…just to tell her that she’ll be okay and everything will work out in the end.  So you followed her to the dressing room.  Without a word, Jongin trailed behind. 

  At the doorway, you lifted your fist to politely knock before intruding, but your hand dropped to your side at the sound of muffled cries.  She donned a stunning yellow sweetheart dress that tapered into a mermaid’s tail at the bottom.  Her hair, silky smooth came together in a half updo, resting on her shoulders like fresh seaweed. 

  With a sad smile, you entered the room.  She doesn’t notice you, all too engulfed in her sorrow.  You placed a hand on her bare shoulder, as gently as possible to not startle her but it frightened her anyway. 

  “Hey, I’m ________ ________,” you introduced, holding your hand out. 

  She didn’t take it, instead hung her head low.  Nodding understandingly, you retreated your hand and took a seat beside her. 

  “Sucks, doesn’t it?” you said bluntly. 

  She finally looked up. 

  “‘Why was I born into a family that puts money before happiness?  Why couldn’t I be born into a regular family and marry someone I love?’ I used to keep asking that over and over again until I drilled those thoughts into my brain,” you spoke. 

  “W-were…you forced to marry someone for your father’s company too?” she stuttered.

  “Hmm…I guess you can say that it began that way…” you started.

  The new bride looked up at you anticipating you to finish your thoughts.

  “It began that way.  My husband’s parents and my parents have been business partners for over twenty years and to secure this relationship for future generations, my father thought it would be appropriate for us to get married.  But my husband was such a douchebag at first,” you stopped to contain your laughter then continued, “Do you know what he told me on the first date?”

  “What?” the girl asked intrigued by your story.

  “He told me that I was ugly and that he had no interest in me,” you reminiscence then brought your hand to block your mouth to whisper, “and in his words, ‘Not a D-cup’”.

  The girl gasped then succumbed to a fit of giggles.  You internally gave yourself a pat on the shoulder for cheering her up. 

  “But I love him,” you admitted.

  “I do too,” the girl also confessed.  So she is in the same bind as me.  The giver, the pre-determined loser in the game of love. 

  You patted her hands.

  “But he doesn’t love me,” her voice cracked.  And even till today, I’m not sure if my husband loves me either. 

  “My husband screamed for divorce the second day into our marriage,” you informed. 

  She looked at you shocked.

  You laughed, “But here we are today.  Still married and about to welcome our first child”.

  The girl sighed in relief. 

  “So don’t fright.  It’ll be okay and maybe if it isn’t…it was never meant to be,” you finished. 

  She returned your smile with her own.

  “Thanks for sharing your story.  I feel a lot better now.  I’m Becky, by the way,” she finally held her hand out.  You happily shook it. 

  You were so focused on your conversation with Becky, you had forgotten Jongin was waiting right outside for you so when you stepped out and bumped right into him, your heart almost jumped out of your chest. 

  “Oh my God, Oppa,” you addressed, placing your hand on your heart. 

  He threw you a half smile, positioned his arm around your shoulder, and tugged you away.  You’re not sure why he was so quiet and lost in deep thought while you two walked to the buffet area of the dining hall.  You took a plate and cheerfully started to gather up food.  But from behind, a wild hand snatched onto the plate, seizing it from you.  The owner was none other than Kim Jongin. 

  With your lower lip protruding outward, you whined, “Oppaa…”

  Holding your hand, he guided it around his body so that you were practically clinging onto his waist as he walked around and surveyed the available food.  At first, you were a bit upset that he didn’t even ask you what you wanted.  Food tyrant, much?  But when you peeped at the plate and saw all your favorite foods a.k.a. pig intestine sausages, sweet potatoes, and onion salad, little fairies fluttered in your stomach.

  “Hehe,” you twittered when Jongin held a piece of sweet potato crisp up to your lips. 

  You leaned in to take a bite but he teasingly held it higher and higher until you were on your tippy toes. 

  “Oppa!  Hmph,” you slapped his arm and crossed yours over your chest. 

  “I’m just teasing you, Babe,” he cackled and brought the piece right onto your lips. 

  You ate it, not forgetting to take advantage and glob your saliva all over your husband’s hands.  Instead of being mad, he merely laughed at your immaturity. 

  “Jongin-ah!” a familiar voice called. 

  Both of you turned around to see Lee Taemin and Bang Minah, hand in hand.  You wiggled your eyebrow playfully pointing to their intertwined hands.  Minah blushed and hid behind Taemin.

  “Oh ho ho, since when did you two…” your husband said.

  “We’re not together,” Minah waved her hands defensively.

  “…yet” Taemin finished causing both Minah and you to fangirl and swoon. 

  After five minutes of Jongin and you harassing the new couple for information about their secretive relationship, the four of you separated into pairs to catch up; Jongin with Taemin and you with Minah.  Looping your hand through Minah’s, you dragged her up to the rooftop to further grill her. 

  With narrowed eyes and hands on your hips, you said, “Bang Minah, how dare you not tell me something so crucial”. 

  She laughed, nervously poking her two index fingertips together. 

  But then an idea came to her mind and she countered, “Hey!  You didn’t tell me when you were dating Kim Jongin either!”

  “That’s because we weren’t real back then!” you shouted back, shocked by her comeback.  Are we real now…though?

  “Pfftt,” your best friend rolled her eyes.

  “Don’t ‘pffffft’ me, Bang Minah!” you scolded. 

  “Pfffffffffffffffffffffft,” she exaggerated the sound.

  “BANG MINAH!” you hollered.  You couldn’t believe it.  Were you two inseparable best friends, who people constantly mistaken as twins, really fighting over something this insignificant?

  “________ ________!” she shouted back with your name, only ten times louder into your ear. 

  As she does, you lifted your hand to cover your ear but ended up accidentally scratching her cheek. 

  “DID YOU JUST SCRATCH ME?!” she yelled.

  “No, sorry.  Sorry, that was seriously an accident,” you quickly apologized but Minah was fuming. 

  “Jeez, you’re such a baby.  You’re not ready to be a mother,” she said under her breath. 

  You stood still in place with your fists clenched.  First, your husband…now your best friend doubted your ability to be a mother.  You bit your lip when tears threatened to fall.  But because you were stubborn and so upset with your best friend, you clicked your shoes to leave.

  “Hey…_______ah, you’re not mad, are you?” Minah called after you but you slammed the rooftop door in her face. 

  As you went down the stairs, streams of warm liquid slowly poured out of your eyes.  Your back throbbed and the soles of your feet were all pink and blotchy.  It didn’t help that the baby was kicking and kicking harder and harder.  You stopped at a hallway to take a breather and rub your belly to calm the baby down. 

  “Shh, Honey, sorry Omma scared you.  Everything is okay now,” you soothed. 

  “________ ________,” a female voice called. 

  As soon as you saw the big round eyes of Lee Sohee, you immediately turned around.  Not now.  Now’s not the time for this.  But she stepped in front of you to prevent you from leaving. 

  “You think I don’t know that you’re posting all those pictures to brag to me about your wonderful relationship with Oppa?”

  Rolling your eyes, you pushed her aside and kept walking.  She followed closely behind, grabbing your arm. 

  “If it wasn’t you, Oppa and I would still be together.  He’s just treating you well because his father’s company needs your help!” she provoked. 

  “Just…just leave me alone!” you said, exasperated. 

  Flinging her arm away, you stalked off again.  Right now, you needed to either find a place to hide and cry your eyes out or find Jongin and cry in his warm arms.  You chose the latter so you paced yourself to the dining hall, where you both had agreed to meet up at earlier.  To your dismay, Sohee followed. 

  “Just because you have his baby doesn’t mean anything.  He doesn’t love you and won’t keep you after you give birth!” she shouted and you grimaced.

  Her voice kept ringing in your ear.  Your mind was in total panic mode with all the screaming and shouting.  All the socializing, chitchatting, laughter, and background music of the place modge podged into a heap of disaster.  Your back hurt more with every second you were on your feet.  The new flats you had on weren’t as comfortable as your husband had promised.  Minah kept calling your phone.  And from your right, a waiter tried to offer you a piece of cake.  No.  No.  NO!  You needed to escape badly.  So you ran down the stairs.  Sohee’s footsteps ran after you. 

  “Oppa!” you called as your feet touched the last step of the stairway. 

  But instead of falling flat against the marble, your foot missed the step by a few centimeters.  Losing your footing, you stumbled forward.  Your hip came crashing hard against the floor beneath you.  You gasped, stunned and frozen in place.  The noise around you ceased.  Jongin who was across the hall earlier, dashed over. 

  “Jagiya!” he called out, kneeling down beside you. 

  Your lips parted but no sound came out. 

  Out of instincts, Jongin started to lift you into his arms but a fellow guest rushed over hollering for him to stop. 

  “DON’T pick her up!  I’m a doctor,” he spoke then turned to the crowd, “someone, please call the ambulance!”

  Whimpering, you continued to wheeze for air.  You clawed at the floor when the pain in your abdomen set in.  No.  No.  NO.  Out of fear, you refused to look down to check the damage, so you kept your eyes staring straight to nothing in particular.  Helpless, Jongin got down onto the floor with you.  He stroked the back of your head and brought his body closer to yours.  For the first few moments, you even refused to look into Jongin’s eyes. 

  “Jagiya,” his voice lined with devastation. 

  “I-It’s be-because I’m not good en-nough to be a mother,” you heard your voice whisper as the first tear fell.

  “No, no.  Jagiya, don’t do this.  Everything will be okay.  We’ll be fine,” Jongin begged.

  The pain in your stomach was so excruciating it felt as if someone had took a sword, sliced open your abdomen, and scraped along your raw flesh.  You burst into tears, clawing onto Jongin’s hand tightly.  Your loud wails echoed through the large dining hall down to the lobby.  Crowds of people encircled around you to see the commotion.  You don’t even have time to think or to analyze the situation because your brain was just a mass of nothingness. 

  “Oppa…” you heard Sohee’s voice call out.

  “GO!” he bellowed.

  “I didn’t push her…I swear,” she said defensively, her voice shaking.

  With gritted teeth, Jongin threatened, “Lee Sohee, don’t you dare ever come near my wife because if you do anything else to provoke her, I don’t care if you are a female, I will make sure you don’t leave here in one piece.  DO YOU HEAR ME?”

  He finished and laid back down beside you.  By now, you could no longer feel any type of pain, or really any sensation in your body.  Even your loud shattering wails died down into trembling sobs.  For the first time, you placed your palm onto your stomach.  Is it because you don’t want me as your Omma?  I know, Omma is not good enough but I swear if you give me a chance…please if you give me one chance, I’ll do anything – anything to protect you. 

  Jongin placed his hand over yours on your stomach.  You looked into his dark orbs that mirrored your watery ones. 

  “Oppa, can we decide a name for her?” your voice cracked. 

  Because you knew…it was so evident from the beginning that you were unfit for this role as a mother.  But even if the baby leaves you, you wanted to gift her at least a name for willing to stay with you for these past six months…because there was something so melancholy and heart breaking about dying nameless, with no one to remember you…lost and forgotten like the faint howls that faded into the vast seas. 

  “Kim Yoona,” your husband responded, patting your stomach. 

  “Yoona…” you called, rubbing your tummy as well. 

  Kim Yoona.  The name that will forever be engraved in the depths of your heart.  Forever the little piece of you that remained empty and void.  Forever the reason why you’ll never forget the tiny being that once entrusted you with her delicate little life.  You betrayed her.  Yoona, if you give Omma a chance to make it up to you, I swear.  I swear I will do anything. 

    “Oppa…I’m sorry,” you tearfully apologized.  You won’t want to keep me after this.  No one will. 

  With his face twisted, he shook his head and said, “No, it’s fine.  Everything will be fine”. 

  “Oppa…thank you for taking me as your wife,” you heard your voice say in a volume that was almost inaudible.

  “Wh-what?” Jongin asked then begged when your eyelids swung, “Jagiya, don’t sleep”.

  “I…love…you,” you whispered with your last ounce of energy. 

  Your eyes rolled back and you faintly hear your husband’s weeping voice call out to you to stay with him.  Are you really willing to keep me?   

          a/n: why? ╥﹏╥

Oh gosh, I almost posted chapter 7 of Beautiful Distraction instead!  Thank goodness I double checked or else it would have spoiled the whole story.  (Which, btw I can't stop rereading ._.)