Okay, so it's been a while now.
Since I've written a long-term fan fiction.
So excuse the rustiness, I promise you it will get better.
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But how I wish I did. w
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It's quite a wonderful muse.
" Passengers, if you'll look out the window you can see the famed Destiny Islands where we will be landing shortly." At the pilot's announcement, cries of pleasure and squeals of anticipation began to fill the multi passenger gummi ship. In that tight little space, you could feel the waves of perfume that collided with one another and created an utterly strong smell that made your eyes water. Mine were. The excitement was understandable; I would have been up there next to the girls and squealing, if I hadn't already been processing my life in my mind at the same moment. This wasn't a pleasure trip; I was here to find the job that a few friends had encouraged me to take. Ridiculous pay for a café waiter, they had told her. Destiny Islands oddly resembled Hawaii, a paradise island with the sparkling clean waters that little children probably peed in. The thought brought a hint of a smile on my lips. Closing my eyes briefly, I stretched out my arms in front of me releasing an inaudible yawn. The plane was descending onto what looked to be a large patch of concrete that they had placed in the foremost part of the island to keep it away from most views; it was a flaw, like a pimple on clear skin. Listening to the instructions on how to exit the plane, my pocket began to vibrate. Placing my hand on it, I hoped it wouldn't attract too much attention. Glancing around at the girls once more, I realized it was near impossible with the noise that was circulating around the tight space. Still, I would wait until we were out of the gummi ship. Everyone began to pop open the luggage cabinets pulling out their heavy bags thrusting it at the carrier who waited with dread on his expression as the cargo began to grow in size and weight. I took my time, much to the attendant's irritation. Taking pity on the poor cargo man would be too much work. My own bags were laden with clothes and had strained my back just standing there debating whether or not to have a scrap of sympathy.
"Miss..?" His words were polite, but the way his eyes were glued on my bags I could tell he wanted me to leave, with my bags. Gripping a bit tighter on the handling straps, I managed a nod and carried my bags off with me. The attendant was slightly shocked, as if no one had ever shown the simply courtesy I had just shown him. Though more bags from the people who had been behind me soon bombarded him, and his expression returned to the distressed one it had been before. I waited until I was under shade, plopping down onto a bench that had been placed right near the patch of concrete with a single palm tree hovering over. My fingers dug into my pocket, pulling out my phone. Sliding the top upwards the light flashed, the text telling me that it had been Hanna who had called. Pressing down on the redial option I held it to my ear, the charms that I had bought at the gift shop that I lived near jingled and clacked against each other. It rung three times and Hanna answered.
"Chung Ae! I just called you!" Her irritated voice brought a familiar smile onto my face
"Yah, sorry, I was still on the gummi and I didn't really want to be chewed out at by the attendants." Hearing laughter over the phone, I frowned slightly, there was other people there, having fun without me.
" That's okay! How was your flight? Sang Hee says Hi Chung Ae Unni, she's over at my house. Weirdo what are you doing?" The last part of that sentence had been whispered to Sang Hee, one of my other friends who seemed to be making an assortment of noises and high-pitched complaints.
"My flight was like so- so, but there were these girls who were in there and they like--" My reply stopped mid way as a boy came to stand in front of me, and in a blur stepping behind me and crouching. I was about to ask him what exactly he was doing, but a horde of girls with despair on their faces passed by, only a few looked at me with a strange glint in their eyes and followed the herd. The boy stepped out behind me and stood plainly in front of me now. He took my breath away, a handsome face that silver locks and traveled all the way down to the small of his back, a few spilling over his shoulder. My lips remained open as I had been in the process of speaking with someone, but a hint of smugness smothered his face as he allowed a smirk to come crawling into his lips.
"Chung Ae?" Hanna's voice from the phone brought me back, and gave me an excuse to look away from his face.
"Yah, sorry there was just this like big group of girls who ran by me.. It was.." I noticed that he was still there, waiting with an odd patience about his face. A little annoyed I told Hanna to hold on as I placed the phone by my side with my hand over the microphone part. He didn't wait for me to ask what he wanted.
" You helped me.. so, I'll take you out on a date hmm? Meet me at the Papou Palace at 5, I'll treat." And with that, the handsome boy was gone, no name, no nothing. All he left was a pungent scent of snobbishness, yet the sweet air of confidence. I had no intention of going. I had no idea where the Papou Palace was, plus, he looked like a player. Like someone else I knew. Pulling the phone back to her ear hesitantly I heard the bursts of laughter and raucous sounds of things clattering and falling over.
"So, Hanna, I have to get started on this journey. Would you mind telling me what this wonderful café is now?" For some reason, my friend's had kept a tight lid of the name of the place, I didn't quite see a reason to. I had to wait a while for an answer; she was probably getting back at me for making her wait.
"Papou Palace!" She finally revealed, her voice full of giddiness. Okay, so maybe the place was popular. I didn't want to run into the boy at the place though, I still had a lot of time to apply, I just needed to jump on it now.
"Alright, thanks, I'll get started on asking people for directions, Later Thanks Hanna." I placed a finger on the phone to close it, but her voice shouted out for me to wait. I paused as she spoke.
"Uhm.. Chung Ae.. There's something that you should like know." An opening like this, never ended well. I knew there had been some sort of catch for such good pay. What was it this time? Did I have to wear a coconut bra and dance on the tables?
"What is it?" I asked, dreading the answer, voice wary and tired as I pushing the phone next to my ear again, listening intently. Already practicing my acceptance long with my indignant face the next time she saw me.
" Well, you see… the Papou Palace only always boys to work there… handsome or pretty boys…" I had not expected this, not at all. It took a long while for this to set into my mind.
"Chung Ae?"
"WHAT WERE YOU GUYS THINKING?! OUT OF ALL THINGS! WHAT DID YOU THINK I WAS GOING TO DO? DIGUISE MYSELF AS A BOY? OR DO YOU THINK THE---" Hanna's desperate voice cut into my ranting.
"Actually, yes!" I opened my mouth to protest some more on the ridiculous idea, but she interrupted again. "Before you start shouting again, just think. We wouldn't send you on some job that we knew wouldn't be possible. Come on, You're like pretty Chung Ae.. You could be one of those beautiful guys" Her reasoning caught me off guard, but I was ready with another complaint to continue the debate.
"Okay, let's say I make a pretty boy, what would my fake name be? Or hairstyle? Or.." My voice trailed off as someone passed me, not paying attention to me at all, but to just be on the safe side. I noticed the next voice that joined the conversation, it was Sang Hee, and I had been put on speakerphone.
"We came up for a name for you already, How about Seung Kang? We thought it sounded good, spent a long time on it. You could have one of those short hairstyles that seem long to guys. Maybe the one that one layered cut that Jung oppa has!" That's all I heard before I shut the phone on them, I seriously needed to think without their voices cutting into every thought. Holding down the power button, my phone gave a pathetic vibrating before quieting as I shoved it back into my pocket. The gummi was gone already, and blowing money on another ticket would be over my budget. Burrowing my face into my hands, I let out an exasperated groan. Was this my only choice? I could already hear my hair crying as the scissors cut through them; my hair was one of my pinpoints of my vanity. Not that I hid behind a mask of it. They had planned all this without asking me, probably just another instrument of their amusement. My voice wasn't even remotely deep; this might serve as a problem. The atmosphere suddenly darkened, I had to snap to it. I didn't have any other alternates, dragging myself to my aunt's house; I began to plan how I would deliver the news to her, and to ask her where the nearest beauty salon was.
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Sitting in that chair was pure torture for me. My eyes were closed the whole time; I didn't want to see the demolition of my hair. Though I could feel the weight of the hair slipping off of my head, the clipping of the metal scissors resonated in my ears along with the music of the salon. My aunt had taken it so well that it almost made me suspicious. Until I had found out, she had known about it, she had been in on it as well! When I had protested futilely she had just patted me on the back and began to tell me what an experience it would be. Experience my ass. I didn't want to do this. At one point I felt the hairdresser pull at my hair slightly, almost as if she were afraid I was falling asleep. As if. The clicking slowed and there were only a few this way and that. Then the roar of the blow dryer swept my hair everywhere, closing my eyes tighter. I knew the time had come to look, or it was arriving. The machine stopped and she ran a comb through my hair several times.
"Done!" I couldn't help it, at the sound of her ecstatic voice my eyes fluttered open and I was shocked. My Aunt's friend, the woman who had cut my hair, looked pleased as I barely recognized the girl in the mirror. The results were flawless, I had been transformed into a boy, I even tricked myself. At that moment, it was me, Chung Ae Kang, staring into the mirror, and it was him, Seung Kang staring back at me.
So! Okay well, that was interesting.owo
I had lots of fun writing this and I can't wait until I can write the next chapter.
The next chapter will explain why exactly the name is what it is and whatnot.
I hope that you guys enjoyed this one and will keep reading!
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