Disclaimer: I don't own KP and the movie 'My Sassy Girl'
I've been searching on my external hard drive for movies when I bumped into an old movie I haven't seen a long time (4-5 years ago). Have you ever heard of the Korean (original) version of the movie 'My Sassy Girl'? Well, if not, watch it and I promise you it's all worth it! :)
As I watch that movie again, an idea popped inside my head. And here is it's product! Hope you enjoy this.
So without further adieu, I am glad to show you...
"My Sassy KP"
by: kmtdiccion
Chapter 1: "The Meeting"
"Here we go. Please, don't move" The photographer said.
The blonde man in an Italian-fashioned business suit stood still, as the man behind the camera lens tried to take a picture-perfect shot. As he was about to press the button, the blonde man's phone began to ring. He hold his hand and said:
"Oh... Wait. Hold on."
The man took out his phone, and answered the call. He greeted "Hello"
"... Oh. Auntie."
"... Heh. Sorry. I'm on my way."
He sighed and continued "... I'm really sorry."
"... Yes, I'm coming. I'm just having my photo taken."
"... Okay. Bye."
The blonde hid his phone back on the pocket and smiled at the photographer. He said "Okay. I'm ready."
The man replied "Okay. Here we go. In Three. Two. One."
FLASH!
"... Any further questions will be answered by my spokesperson, Arty. Okay. I must go on a special meeting with my family. Thank you all and good bye."
The blonde man walked away from the horde of reporters trying desperately to get a scoop from the writer who wrote the smash-hitting film of the decade. His bodyguards earnestly pushed the pesky media men away, making a way for their boss. He went inside a limousine and it drove off the street. The blonde sighed in relief.
"Wow, those media people were like vultures! What will I do without those bodyguards?" He mused.
He took the phone and said "Tom, Bring me to Chez Coteaux in Middleton."
"Yes, sir."
He knew this would be a pretty long ride. The trip from Go City to Middleton lasts for about an hour, depending on the traffic. The writer opened a compartment and brought out a bottle of wine. He poured it in a champagne glass, half-filled. He was about to drink it until a voice called him "Mr. Stoppable?"
He literally sprayed the liquid out. The man took a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He was surprised when he saw a young woman sitting on the other far side of the vehicle. She wore a simple collar shirt and jeans. Her big ID told him she's a media personnel. The blonde furrowed his eyes and stated with slight edge on his voice "I thought you were shooed away by my guards."
"Well, I am the one who will interview you about your life and success story, remember?"
He then suddenly realized she was his autobiographer. He smacked his face with his palm and said "Oh. Right. I remember. Sorry there."
"No big!" She said.
The eyes of the writer twitched for a second and then went back to normal. The woman felt a bit uneasy by her boss' sudden reaction. She the spoke "I-Is there something bad that I said?"
"N-No."
"So... Let me start with your early life. What was it like to be Little Robin Stoppable?"
The blonde smiled and answered:
"Well, Miss Summers, my childhood life was a bit... weird, if you may put it in one way. My parents wanted to have a daughter so bad. That's why before I was even conceived, they bought girlish clothes and toys and even decorated my nursery room in pink. They were really saddened when they found out I'll be a boy."
He silently chuckled and then continued: "So, instead of selling or giving those to others, I was forced to wear them. Heck, everyone thought I'm a girl during my baby years!"
"So, let me guess: You thought that you're also a girl during your childhood?" She speculated with a smirk at her face.
The man smiled and answered "Half right. I actually believed that until I turn seven. And how could you not? Mom always made me go inside the girl's restroom. The GIRL'S restroom. She also made me believe that as I grow older, my... uh... my..."
The man blushed while the autobiographer looked at him in confusion. The blonde writer was too shy to say his 'man parts'. It took him a couple of seconds until he continued his story
"She made me believe that as I grow older, my 'boy parts' will shrink smaller until it will disappear."
The woman blushed also, smiling at the thought that the man in front of her was shy to say those kind of things, even if they were adults. She stifle a faint giggle and uttered "O-Oh. Now I know why you blushed a while ago."
"Hehe. Yeah. It was pretty embarrassing."
The limo was on the freeway, nearly forty miles from Middleton. The two enjoyed the conversation about the man's early life. The autobiographer was astounded to hear the peculiar life of Rob Stoppable. The two share a hearty laugh when they felt a large thump from the car. The driver stopped on the side and went out. He opened the lid and saw smoke rising from the engine. He shook his head and talked to Rob
"Sir, we may have a problem. The limo broke down. It looks like we need a mechanic."
"Sigh. Look's like the date with auntie would be postponed for a few hours." He sadly thought.
He took his phone and called her aunt.
"Auntie, sorry if I can't come there early."
"... Really? Okay, nine pm it is. Same place?"
"... Okay. Thanks. Bye."
He hung up the phone and looked on his watch to check the time. It read 5:03 PM. The road's empty. There were no cars in sight. rubbed his temple and then muttered "Oh man! We're stuck in the middle of nowhere."
"Well, at least I can finish the work soon. If you may, Mr. Stoppable, would you indulge on an interview?" She said.
He faintly smiled and replied "Well... There's nothing much to do so... Okay."
The woman smiled and started "Okay. One of the most asked about questions is about your love life. Some say that the movie you written was true-to-life story about you and your 'sassy girl'. Could you.. I mean... share with me how your love life fared?"
Robin stared at her. That particular subject was pretty much sensitive to him. It brings out old wounds that was never been healed since their fateful event. Rob's mind was working furiously to contemplate on the words he'll say to her. Since she's his life writer, he guessed that she should know everything that happened in his life, including his love.
He took a deep breath and stated "Well, it all started on..."
Three years ago...
Robin Stoppable and his friends sat down on a table inside a bar one wintry night. The blonde young adult came back after his two-year trip from Israel. Carl Henderson, Mike Smith, and Sylvester Stallion huddled close to him, seemingly excited to see their friend again.
"He hasn't changed at all." Carl playfully retorted.
"No, I'm a real man now." Rob answered.
"Hey Stoppable, you think clerical work makes you a real man?" Sylvester joked as he took another shot of vodka.
"You irritate me. Come on, my job was tougher than you could imagine. Hey, I worked near the Danger Zone." Rob explained.
The whole gang laughed at him, not harshly though. They like to tease him since he's considered the youngest in the group. But, they care for him like he was their youngest brother. That's why despite their mocks, Rob wasn't offended. He knew it was only a joke.
"Who are you kidding?" Carl said between his laughs.
"Hold it. Anyway, welcome back, Rob." Mike butted in.
Robin flashed his goofy smile until he noticed a young woman walking outside. Rob was mesmerized by her beauty, even if he saw her face for a brief period of time. Whenever he saw a pretty girl, he can't help it. He needed to hit on her. So, he took a shot and walked towards the door. He was about to turn the knob when his phone rang.
"Oh what the?! Dang!" He shouted inside his mind.
He answered the call and answered in a whiny, irritating tone "Hello? Who is this?"
The voice on the other line shouted "Your mother, you bastard!"
Realizing who the caller was, Rob squeaked "Oh, mom."
"Why aren't you in your aunt's house?"
"Uh... I'm leaving soon."
"Make sure you pay a visit. It's been over a year since you saw her."
Rob looked up and softly asked "That long?"
"You know what she feels after losing his son last year. She says you resemble him. She'll be so glad to see you!... Still there? Hey!"
Rising from his seat, Rob replied "We don't look alike. Plus I hate it when she rubs my face and kisses it. Uncle hates that too."
While the blonde tried to shut his friends up, her mother said "She'll introduce you to a girl."
He sighed and responded "I know the type she likes. Tell her no thanks."
"Anyways, you better get to her house or else..."
Rob hung up his phone quickly, cutting whatever his mother wanted to say. He returned to his friends and enjoyed the night drinking and having their fun. Rob Stoppable smiled as he saw his friends goofing up. He thought.
"Wow. Good to have those friends."
Subway station.
A train whizzed by him. He walked towards the subway station, bought his ticket, and waited for the arrival of the train. He was not that intoxicated, since he only drank four or five shots. He stood straight, thinking about his life.
"I always wanted to meet a girl like the ones in romantic comic books." He dreamily mused.
His day... err... night-dreaming was disrupted when he heard the horns of the incoming train. He looked on his right and saw the bright headlights of the transport. And within those bright rays, he saw a girl, probably dead drunk. She was standing way behind the line. If she doesn't move, she'll be hit really hard by the train. And so, he rushed towards the girl, pulled her away from her doom, missing it by a few seconds.
"Phew! That was a close one!" He thought.
He looked at her and saw two emerald eyes, barely open. her long red hair was a mess, and her scent smelled like beer. She drowsily stared at him, which made Rob to creep out a bit. He looked away for a moment then took another glance at her. He then saw her, still staring at him like drunk. He swiftly shifted his head the other way. The drunk girl, meanwhile, continued to stare at him until she faced the train.
Inside, Rob went towards the other door while the girl went to the railings. Normally, a person will lie on the pole on their backs. This one, however, pressed her chest towards the pole, bumping her head to the upper hand railings. She combed her hair with her hand and began to rest with her shoulders resting on the pole.
Rob looked on the mirror while thinking about the girl.
"She's definitely my type. But... I don't like her. She's drunk. Drunk girls disgust me." He mused sadly.
The red head woman started to wobble. She seemed to look at the blonde with a smile on her face. She tried to keep her composure, but it end up with her tripping towards a young boy, which was reading some 'men's magazine'.
Rob laughed at her then faced an old man in front of him. He pointed with his lips towards the girl, smiling. He was greeted back by a loud cough. The old man walked away from him, feeling a bi irritated about him.
"Dang! Everyone's a critic." Rob muttered.
He went towards the seat where the young man is. He coughed hard, trying to make him offer his seat to him. But there's still no response. The young man continued to chew his bubble gum and scan his magazine. When the girl saw what was happening, she felt enraged. The redhead woman ordered him "Hey! Get up! Offer your seat to the elderly."
The bubble the young man formed with his bubble gum popped. He looked towards the girl and a smirk escaped his lips. He continued reading, not realizing the anger that was completely evident on her face. He chuckled a bit until...
SLAP!
He was dumbstruck when the girl whipped his head hard. He literally spit out his gum and threw the magazine. He picked it up on the floor and took a glance on the girl. He saw the enraged face she now wears that can even make a man squirm on his seat. The young man looked on the older man and back to the girl again.
The woman then ordered him loudly "Go!"
Rob Stoppable went from smirking to scared in twenty seconds. He never thought that this girl's one tough cookie. He always saw girls, as pretty as her, as fragile sentient beings. Therefore, she was shocked to see the girl, almost authoritatively ordered a man, much stronger as her, to offer his seat to the old man.
"A noble deed, though. But... It's still wrong!" Rob thought.
Giving up, he stood up and began walking. The older one smiled and coughed hard like he was taunting him. He was about to walk away when the redhead called him "Hey!"
He turned around and looked at her.
"Don't wear pink, okay?"
He turned around, and then walked towards the other side of the train cab. The redhead, meanwhile, lost her energy and began to fall asleep again, having her shoulder against the pole. All was silent during the trip until the drunk woman was feeling a bit dizzy. She felt the the food coming up from her stomach. She placed her hands on her mouth, preventing to spill her food inside. And as hard as she tried, the mix of food, water, beer, and acids on her stomach kept pushing upwards.
Rob saw what the woman is up to. At first he was confused but he got it when she place her hands on her mouth. The blonde grimly envisioned her spewing her recent dinner to those... poor...
"Gahh! Gross! GROSS! It's gross, I tell you. Don't you dare think about it ever again!.. Come on, girl! Don't do it!" Rob pleaded inside his head.
The vomit was on her mouth, now. But thankfully, she restrained herself from letting it out. She took a big sigh and started to swallow the whole thing back inside. Rob's face was clearly distorted, knowing that she just swallowed her own...
"Oh no! The horror! THE HORROR! YUCK!" His mind spat.
And to think that was over, The drunk girl spill out the vomit on top of the poor old mans head. Meat and veggies were on top of his head. Meanwhile, the mix of her bile and beer soaked in his clothes. Unexpectedly, the old man cried at his misfortune. The whole cab gasped in surprise.
After she finished vomiting, she turned around, looked towards Rob, put a hand near him, and said "Honey." She then blacked out.
"W-What? Honey?" Rob's mind asked himself.
The people inside the train has their eyes towards the blonde. Since she called him her 'honey', he should be held responsible to her mess. Rob tried to explain that he barely knew her and that he was being mistaken as her boyfriend but the people dint' believe him.
"Come on, people, she's not my girlfriend!" Rob angrily thought.
His anger was easily dampened when he heard the angry voice of the old man "Hey you! The girl's boyfriend! Get your arse here."
"Oh no."
A/N's: Wow! Hey, here's the start of a KP/My Sassy Girl Crossover. Hehe. Sorry but this plot bunny was ticking me off since I watch the movie again last week! I just have to write this.
Anyways, what do you think? Is it good?
Please RR! :D
'Til next time!
-kmtdiccion :)