As my eyes adjusted from the sudden brightness, Kris stiffened beside me and he gently took my hands away from his face. He stood straight, his already tall stance seemed gotten taller and narrowed his eyes towards Luhan.
Luhan was glaring, his fists clenched at his side. We stood there in silence, the two exchanging death glares. “What are you doing here?” Kris asked, but I heard the faint growl from his voice. Luhan looked at me, and then swung his gaze back to Kris.
“I used to live here. What are you doing here?” I could feel the tension between the two and I know for sure that one wrong word from any of them would result into a fight. I grabbed Kris’ shirt by the waist and willed him to look at me. “Pick me up tomorrow morning?”
I asked smiling; trying to pretend that there is no tension, that everything is normal. I was pleading with my eyes to Kris, telling him to behave because Luhan is obviously trying to pick a fight with him. Kris snaked an arm to my waist, pulling me close to his side. Where the sudden skinship came from, I don’t know. But I do know that my gentle approach is quite working.
I wrapped my arms around him and felt his lips on my hair and he whispered that he will pick me up the next day. “Please just go and don’t bother with him.” I whispered and gave him a squeeze. He sighed and kissed the top of my head and let me go.
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Anonymous When will you post leaving a part of you part 2? Pleaaseeeeeeeeeeee I've been waiting forever |
How old is this message? I’m so sorry for not seeing it soon (T________T)
I’m working on it. Hopefully I’ll be able to finish it since I’m getting back my writing mojo :)
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do-jongdae UGH YOU ARE MY SAVIOR! (T.T) I've been looking for a new fanfic to read and good thing I stumbled upon your can't make you stay fanfic <3 If possible I would like to request a Tao/Xiumin x OC fanfic since not so many are doing it (T.T) so hope you have a good day and ^____~ ♥ Kamsahamnida! :) |
Oh! hello there :) You made my day :D
Hmm…a Tao/Xiumin x OC…
Well you can give me an idea of what you want, and then I’ll see what I can do about it? :)
Few days without an incident have passed, and surprisingly, no one has actually caught Kris and I about the lie we are weaving. Even my best friend, Yixing who swore he knew everything about me actually did not realize I was lying.
I’m not sure whether that’s a good or a bad thing.
I have gone out with Kris to a couple of dates, getting to know one another not because we like each other and planning to be really romantically involved. All those dates, all those getting to know questions were a necessity.
A necessity to create a perfect lie.
I had never lied so much in my life, but I realized that I am actually good at it. Too bad you can’t actually list ‘lying’ as a skill in a resume. Well maybe, when you are applying as a spy?
Anyhow, Kris is taking everything seriously that he’s getting all tyrant on me. He refuses to make any mistakes and he always questions me on how we met, on how we fell in love. Kris actually created a plausible lie for those questions and really, that lamppost is cunning.
“How did we meet?” He asked again during one of our ‘dates.’ I rolled my eyes, getting annoyed and tired on the same question all over again. “The obvious.” I said, not answering properly. That earned me a scowl and an eyebrow rose. He was being snappy that day and gets angry with no reason at all.
“Can you be serious?” he said patiently, though the tightening of his jaw is obvious. “Kris, I am not a moron. I have memorized the answers to every question because you would not leave me alone about it!”
“You want this to work or not?” he demanded in an angry tone. “What do you think?” I returned, getting riled up myself. What is wrong with him?
“Well if you do, why don’t you just cooperate with me and take everything seriously?!” His voice is getting louder and he was obviously trying to control his voice to no avail. “What is wrong with you?! Of course I do! Why do you think I waste my time sitting here, making all those effort and waste my brain cells just to keep all the lies we are weaving straight inside my head?” I hiss, my hold on my cup of coffee tightening.
“Well your actions are different to your words.”
I glared at him for a while, silence falling between us. My actions are different to my words? Then what am I actually doing here for that matter? He’s being all pissy on whatever that has happened to him and he’s taking it out all on me.
I refused to be the outlet of his anger.
“Well if that’s what you think, then there’s no point in doing this, am I right?” I put my cup on the table with a force then walked away from him.
Roommates and a Girl Chapter 1
Oh my god. Not again!
I gritted my teeth as I stood outside the two-bedroom apartment I share with a roommate, a roommate whom I, in these past few months never learned to like at all.
She wasn’t mean or anything, actually, she’s pleasant at times.
That time is when she’s not bringing a guy home and share’s her bed with him. And when they are not vocalizing their pleasure for the world to hear on whatever they are doing.
Moans sounded through the thin walls and doors of our apartment; then some screams, and then groans and then again moans which sent fire of irritation to my veins. She’s always doing this. She treats the apartment we share as a motel, bringing every guy she meets on the street.
If I didn’t know better, I would say she’s a prostitute the way she’s having sex with every single guy that looks her way.
I clenched my fist so tight that my clipped nails dug into the palm of my hand. I took a deep breath to calm myself and reluctantly twisted the knob open, only to be treated on a show that I would never, ever sanely watch.
All the irritation, anger and rage that I have been swallowing the past three months I have been living with her came out, threatening to bring the apartment down.
This girl doesn’t know the meaning of the word respect. I bet she doesn’t even know what that word is.
I stared in shock in the scene in front of me; it was like watching porn in high-definition. My roommate and the guy who’s humping her like a dog was too busy with their lust that they didn’t notice me. And I have had enough.
No way that I am going to live with this for another second in my life. The only thing that made me swallow and endured everything is that this is the only apartment I can afford, and that is when I split the rent with someone.
I am now faced with a choice: live my every single day in a house resembling a porn set, or become homeless.
I’d choose homeless.
Really, I know that there is no way that I would be able to throw her out of the apartment and there is no way I could afford it all alone. So the idea of sleeping in a shelter for the homeless is far more plausible than this.
I glared at my roommate for a moment before stomping to my room, gathering all my things and throwing it in my bag. After making sure that I have everything I owned, I went to the kitchen, trying my hardest not to look on the show in the living room.
I grabbed another bag and filled it with all the food I found inside the fridge. I scoured everything edible and required no cooking. I know she will be pissed, but this is very little payment on all the things she had done to disrespect me.
After getting all the food, I thrashed her room then took all my luggage and food outside my apartment. But before I left for good, I went to the tiny space we call the bathroom and filled a bucket full of ice cold water. I dumped it to her and the guy, shocking the hell out of them.
Curses that will make a nun’s ear bleed were uttered and I ran as fast as I can, getting the hell out of there.
Despite the future of having no place to sleep, I still managed to smile and laugh outside, earning wary glances from other people.
I have never, ever felt this good and satisfied for a while.
Foreword:
A girl trying to make things better for her life. Two boys who have it all: one who’s trying to share what he has to everyone who needed it. The other one who have so much but still feels empty.
Synopsis:
Carlin Jung is a girl who lost everything important to her, a girl who’s struggling to make things better for her. She met Suho, a living definition of the word gentleman who offered her everything she did not imagine. With Suho comes his roommate and best friend Kris, who’s a mean basketball player and a ladies’ man. Together, the three of them discovers important things in life, so important they give everything they have to protect it.
Okay. I know.
What the hell am I talking about?
I’ve got a lot of stories that needs to be finished but here I am, writing a new one?
Am insane, ain’t I?
But really, please bear with me.
I am actually making a comeback and this certain plot keeps on ringing in my head and I have no choice but to put it on paper.
Please trust me and give me all the support I need.
I HAVE TO FINISH MY STORIES.
And I can see this new story is going to be finished (hopefully) crossing fingers.
I do hope that all the ideas won’t abandon me halfway.
I’ll post the blurb after I finish writing the first chapter.
The word friends is yet again becoming unfamiliar.
It’s beginning to revert back as a foreign idea, an empty word.
Friends.
Do i really have one?
I thought I was finally breaking out of my shell, letting people in.
And then reality slaps me by the face, putting me back into my place.
No one needs you and remembers you, unless you remind people you exist.
Molding yourself, cutting yourself just to be able to fit on people’s lives is so tiring, so life-consuming.
Sucking the very few good things, leaving a bitter taste.
Maybe that’s why some people prefers to be alone most of their waking life?
They already tried to be a part of something, of someone, only to feel unwelcome.
Had a hard time trying to get in…
Not finding the right person to help them fit in…
But still willing to be by someone’s side.
Because a person who is familiar with feeling alone would not want other people to feel the same way.
So they try to be that someone, that right person for others that they did not have.
