Bad Blood
I wish, he was the one for me
Yerim's POV
I was practically in my best for the date, with a decent looking peach dress and its fabric said it all. I always trusted umma in case of fashion, cuz her sense was no joke. So, actually this dress was her choice although she had no idea that it was for a date. That moment, I brushed off my dress, that ran below my knees. I watched my reflection in the mirror. I looked plain. Then I secured my glasses over my nose brigde; still plain.How could I even imagine being his girlfriend?
"Yerim?" My umma entered inside. "Are you ready dear?" She inquired, with suspicious eyes.
I turned back. "Umma... am I pretty?"
The question just slipped out of my idiot mouth. How and when did I ask something this stupid? Ofcourse I was ugly. Nonetheless, she walked to me and held my hands into hers. "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Are you going out with that pizza guy?"
"OH MY GOD!!! You think he was the pizza delivery guy or someone??!!!! Umma!!!" I just rolled my eyes in every possible direction and sighed so loudly that my little soul left my poor body. "He's a student umma! And his mom is not some journalist who has to run to places just to gather some stupid peice of info. She's a model."
"I can't believe this!" She unheld my hands and slumped down on my bed. "He wasn't the delivery guy?" She was still in shock. "What's the name of her mother? I might know her."
"You still don't believe me? I wanna die now!" I squealed. I bet this was what Miyoung meant when she said that her umma often embarrasses her in front of Howan. Thanks God, Myungsoo didn't hear this. Oh well, delivery guys date too. "Umma, I am leaving."
"I suggest you to apply some makeup too. Just foundation and some gloss, also with eye liner; that is if you're going on a date." Again with an elevated brow. Her tone was definitely sarcastic.
"No... just going out with Miyoung and Yoona." I looked elsewhere to avoid eye contact.
"I would have said no if I had a slightest idea you were going out with that pizza guy."
"Myungsoo!!!!! Myungsoo is his name. Don't call him pizza guy. Fine?!" I screamed in hot anger that made her shudder minutely. I was sure this was to be followed by a long lecture and some... no... a lot of critisizm. TO AVOID ALL THAT, I ran downstairs and left in my big boots. I rushed to a far corner. I just wished I had a bicycle, like one Miyoung had. But I had legs. So, I slowly walked to her place.
After walking for 15 minutes, I ultimately reached my destination and pressed the door bell. Her maid appeared within a second and invited me inside. As soon as I took my first step inside, her mother was already staring at me. She was now approaching me. OH LORD! Save me.
"How are you doing Yerim?"
I was confused when I saw her toothy smile. Maybe she was sorry for what she did to me last time. Maybe. "F-fine"
"And how is mother doing?"
Another question even more confusing. I felt like something within me was going wrong from the after effects of imagening Myungsoo as a pizza delivery guy. NO!!!! please stop.
"Oh, come inside." She smiled apologetically.
Ok, something's really wrong with her. SHE USED TO HATE ME! Like seriously.
Without answering anything, I hastened to Miyoung's room. "MIYOUNG!" I exclaimed as soon as I closed the door to her room. Before I could investigate her mother's changed attitude towards me, I simply couldn't help but admire Miyoung's look, dropping my jaws. "Miyoung... where did you get this dress?" I asked.
"I was waiting for you like forever." She grabbed my hand. "Come, I bought one for you too. Just the color is different."
"What do you m---"
"I mean you're wearing the dress I bought for you."
Now, that I critically watched her from head to toe; "NO! I can't wear something this sparkly."
She had wore a little shiny pink short dress. She had her hair made up into a complex pattern, with some braids I couldn't even name. I never paid much attention to my hair and face. Wait, short dress? "Miyoung, I have really ugly thick legs."
"Ok... we'll see how ugly they are!"
"You don't believe me?" My school uniform skirt ran too below my knees, and this dress ended much above, almost showing off most of the thighs.
No matter, what tactic I tried, she did her best to make me look like her twin. She told me that she had arranged her hair into fishtail braid bun. After forcing me to wear the dress, she tortured me to do the whole makeover, not even letting my see myself in the mirror. It was almost evening now after all the struggle she and I had gone through.
"Yerim..." She had tears in her eyes. "You won't call yourself ugly tonight." She cried with excitement. "Lets make the both boys suffer."
I didn't had the moment to question her bizarre statement, as I was busy analyzing myself in the mirror. She had choosen purple for me. The dress looked shorter on me, as my legs were a few centimeters longer than hers. Ah! I couldn't even watch my ugly legs but Miyoung said they were fine. I looked up and saw a simpler hairstyle decorated over my head. She let my hair fall open but secured the front with two thin braids and I was in awe at her skills. My makeup.... I looked so rude, with a dark smoky shade over my eyes with a neutral lip color. I wasn't sure, but I did notice I had pretty features as Miyoung told. And the makeup enhanced them to two folds. Omo! Am I bragging now?
"The car's ready babe?"
"Miyoung...." I sighed. "Wait, car?"
"Yup, my driver will drop us at the place."
"You mean Howan?"
"You think Howan knows driving?" She taunted.
"He doesn't?" I squinted my eyes.
"Even if he does, he doesn't own a car."
We were a mile away. I was at the back seat with Miyoung in the car. The window on my side was full open and I half excitedly and half nervously, was looking outside and inhaling the fast wind hitting my face. My heart beat was getting louder and louder with every next second. He was the one for me, I wanted to believe that, but Miyoung said he wasn't. She had almost tried to brainwash me. I wish, it had worked.
I was practically in my best for the date, with a decent looking peach dress and its fabric said it all. I always trusted umma in case of fashion, cuz her sense was no joke. So, actually this dress was her choice although she had no idea that it was for a date. That moment, I brushed off my dress, that ran below my knees. I watched my reflection in the mirror. I looked plain. Then I secured my glasses over my nose brigde; still plain.How could I even imagine being his girlfriend?
"Yerim?" My umma entered inside. "Are you ready dear?" She inquired, with suspicious eyes.
I turned back. "Umma... am I pretty?"
The question just slipped out of my idiot mouth. How and when did I ask something this stupid? Ofcourse I was ugly. Nonetheless, she walked to me and held my hands into hers. "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Are you going out with that pizza guy?"
"OH MY GOD!!! You think he was the pizza delivery guy or someone??!!!! Umma!!!" I just rolled my eyes in every possible direction and sighed so loudly that my little soul left my poor body. "He's a student umma! And his mom is not some journalist who has to run to places just to gather some stupid peice of info. She's a model."
"I can't believe this!" She unheld my hands and slumped down on my bed. "He wasn't the delivery guy?" She was still in shock. "What's the name of her mother? I might know her."
"You still don't believe me? I wanna die now!" I squealed. I bet this was what Miyoung meant when she said that her umma often embarrasses her in front of Howan. Thanks God, Myungsoo didn't hear this. Oh well, delivery guys date too. "Umma, I am leaving."
"I suggest you to apply some makeup too. Just foundation and some gloss, also with eye liner; that is if you're going on a date." Again with an elevated brow. Her tone was definitely sarcastic.
"No... just going out with Miyoung and Yoona." I looked elsewhere to avoid eye contact.
"I would have said no if I had a slightest idea you were going out with that pizza guy."
"Myungsoo!!!!! Myungsoo is his name. Don't call him pizza guy. Fine?!" I screamed in hot anger that made her shudder minutely. I was sure this was to be followed by a long lecture and some... no... a lot of critisizm. TO AVOID ALL THAT, I ran downstairs and left in my big boots. I rushed to a far corner. I just wished I had a bicycle, like one Miyoung had. But I had legs. So, I slowly walked to her place.
After walking for 15 minutes, I ultimately reached my destination and pressed the door bell. Her maid appeared within a second and invited me inside. As soon as I took my first step inside, her mother was already staring at me. She was now approaching me. OH LORD! Save me.
"How are you doing Yerim?"
I was confused when I saw her toothy smile. Maybe she was sorry for what she did to me last time. Maybe. "F-fine"
"And how is mother doing?"
Another question even more confusing. I felt like something within me was going wrong from the after effects of imagening Myungsoo as a pizza delivery guy. NO!!!! please stop.
"Oh, come inside." She smiled apologetically.
Ok, something's really wrong with her. SHE USED TO HATE ME! Like seriously.
Without answering anything, I hastened to Miyoung's room. "MIYOUNG!" I exclaimed as soon as I closed the door to her room. Before I could investigate her mother's changed attitude towards me, I simply couldn't help but admire Miyoung's look, dropping my jaws. "Miyoung... where did you get this dress?" I asked.
"I was waiting for you like forever." She grabbed my hand. "Come, I bought one for you too. Just the color is different."
"What do you m---"
"I mean you're wearing the dress I bought for you."
Now, that I critically watched her from head to toe; "NO! I can't wear something this sparkly."
She had wore a little shiny pink short dress. She had her hair made up into a complex pattern, with some braids I couldn't even name. I never paid much attention to my hair and face. Wait, short dress? "Miyoung, I have really ugly thick legs."
"Ok... we'll see how ugly they are!"
"You don't believe me?" My school uniform skirt ran too below my knees, and this dress ended much above, almost showing off most of the thighs.
No matter, what tactic I tried, she did her best to make me look like her twin. She told me that she had arranged her hair into fishtail braid bun. After forcing me to wear the dress, she tortured me to do the whole makeover, not even letting my see myself in the mirror. It was almost evening now after all the struggle she and I had gone through.
"Yerim..." She had tears in her eyes. "You won't call yourself ugly tonight." She cried with excitement. "Lets make the both boys suffer."
I didn't had the moment to question her bizarre statement, as I was busy analyzing myself in the mirror. She had choosen purple for me. The dress looked shorter on me, as my legs were a few centimeters longer than hers. Ah! I couldn't even watch my ugly legs but Miyoung said they were fine. I looked up and saw a simpler hairstyle decorated over my head. She let my hair fall open but secured the front with two thin braids and I was in awe at her skills. My makeup.... I looked so rude, with a dark smoky shade over my eyes with a neutral lip color. I wasn't sure, but I did notice I had pretty features as Miyoung told. And the makeup enhanced them to two folds. Omo! Am I bragging now?
"The car's ready babe?"
"Miyoung...." I sighed. "Wait, car?"
"Yup, my driver will drop us at the place."
"You mean Howan?"
"You think Howan knows driving?" She taunted.
"He doesn't?" I squinted my eyes.
"Even if he does, he doesn't own a car."
We were a mile away. I was at the back seat with Miyoung in the car. The window on my side was full open and I half excitedly and half nervously, was looking outside and inhaling the fast wind hitting my face. My heart beat was getting louder and louder with every next second. He was the one for me, I wanted to believe that, but Miyoung said he wasn't. She had almost tried to brainwash me. I wish, it had worked.
Notes
Sorry, for 0 Myungsoo in this chap, next is going to have a lot of Myungsoo *winks*
@N_miSone
Its ok since you update it
11/10/15