Summary - What would happen if a normal girl who works at a fastfood restaurant meets a famous singer from the Asian band DBSK (or also known as TVXQ)? This is my first story so please read & tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: The big argument & DBSK are not mine. The DBSK is real & the argument belongs to one of their dramas
Chapter 1 - Just a Regular Saturday
It was a regular Saturday as I awoke and lazily got dressed in my pathetic striped work uniform and duck-like hat. Looking at the clock, I found myself two hours late for work again—not a good way to start the New Year. After feeding the dog food from a random brown bag on the kitchen counter, I quickly scrambled outside and locked the door. It was 11:05 AM.
I finally reached work—WcDonalds. Yeah, pretty pathetic but with my poisonous cooking skills, joining this place was fortuitous. That was what I thought before having to work at nine in the morning! I angrily yelled, "Why did I have to work at nine in morning?" to my gay manager who yelled at me for coming in three hours late (blame the slow subway). Because of that, he deducted my pay. So kids, here's a lesson: never argue with your manager or you'll get a lesser pay. Remember that from now on.
It was the worst day of my working life. I assigned the wrong prices to the boards hanging from the ceiling and entered more wrong prices into the cash register. My manager wasn't that happy. He told me to tie up the garbage bags and to wipe the tables once each customer left. How I hated my manager—I wished that he would die, preferably today. I scrubbed the stained table even harder—oh look, it broke: another deduction from my pay.
A slap echoed throughout the restaurant; it seemed that a girl had slapped a guy right across the cheek. Looking closer, the guy was the superstar Hero from the famous band DBSK that my friend, Masami, blabbered about nonstop (which made him now my most hated superstar of all). The girl must've been his girlfriend. Oh well, it'd be his downfall once the media found out. Customers were now looking more at the couple as the woman started yelling even louder.
"You're breaking up with me? How could you! I'm a messenger from God and you're breaking up with me! Just because you can't stand me anymore! I loved you! I've collected everything belonging to you! I've posters hung all over my room! I took time out of my job to see you! I sacrificed so much for you! How could you! You know what? You're not the one breaking up with me; I'm the one breaking up with you! I hate you! Go to hell!" The woman then stomped out of the restaurant. Silence ensued as customers stared at the famous band boy as he rubbed his sore cheek in pain.
"Alright, nothing to see here. Go back to whatever you people do. Come on, come on." Nobody moved. "YO! PEOPLE! THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE HERE ANYMORE! GO BACK TO EATING OR DRINKING ALREADY! OR ELSE! AND NOBODY HERE SAYS A WORD ABOUT THIS, 'KAY?" I screamed. Known for my temper and strength, the people frantically went back to eating or drinking. "Hey, you. You 'kay?" I asked the guy as he continued sitting there rubbing his face like an idiot. I wondered if anyone was at home.
"Oh. Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks," he replied. Yep, nobody's at home.
"You're welcome. Oh and since you're famous and all, I suggest you leave here before the media finds out, 'kay?" I then went back to wiping the disgustingly-yellow-colored round tables until I noticed the table I broke before. Shit, now what was I gonna tell my gay manager?
The guy finally snapped back to reality and offered money in thanks.
"No, I don't need any of your money," I spat out. "But you could do one thing for me…" He leaned in more. I smirked; yep, he could be my ticket away from nearing hell. At least that's one thing going right today.
As I asked, he convinced my manager to return my original pay and not get pissed off over the broken table. My manager was pretty lenient about this, probably because he was talking to a famous hot male superstar. Ugh, just thinking about it is making me want to throw up. I'm so glad I'm not a guy! After that, I bid the superstar goodbye and went back to work. It took the entire day. My manager already had left a few hours before and told me to lock up. Some manager he was! I hope he dies, goes to hell, comes back to life, and then dies again!
It was almost 11:00 P.M. when I finished work and locked up the store. Looking down at the ground, I spotted a shadow behind me. Must be one of those tough-looking gangsters again. How stupid could they get! Didn't they remember their lesson the last time when they had to go to the hospital? Turning around, I quickly punched the stranger's face and kicked his groin. I then pushed him to the ground and hit the back of his head with my purse. Glancing at his face before attempting to call the police, I blinked in shock. It was that superstar who got slapped this afternoon!
I quickly lugged him to my apartment. I so didn't want to be sued for attacking a superstar. Then it'd be all over the news and I'd never get another job for sure! Taking out the first aid kit from my kitchen cabinet, I quickly applied ointment to the wounds. Wow, it looked like it really hurt. Thank you karate master, Mr. Li. Maybe I'd pay him a visit next week and bring him thank-you chocolates. I shrugged in thought.
The superstar began to stir. He opened his eyes the best he could through the many bruises—he looked very ugly. I could just imagine him going on the media with those big bruises—I wondered if he'd still be as popular as he was now if people saw him like that. HA! I snickered in thought. Anyway, back on topic. Looking back at him, I noticed him staring at me. I wondered what was wrong with him.
"Yo, you 'kay? Sorry if I hurt you too badly; you can blame my karate master." He stared and nodded in reply. "But why were you there in the first place?" He then mumbled something I couldn't understand. After a while, I deciphered what he said.
"I couldn't go home yet because of my red face. And I still had to repay you. If it wasn't for you, the media would've found out. I waited 'til you finished work and was gonna talk to you but then you punched my face and…" Okay, I didn't need to hear any more. So he had the same problems as any other ordinary guy down the block. Big deal. I wondered how long he'd be staying at my place though. When I asked him, he gave me a shrug and a smile as his answer. Well from that reaction, it was going to be a looooooooooooooooooong time. Oh well, guess I deserved this.
"Fine, you can stay. But only until all your bruises heal. And in return, you help me manage this place. Deal?" He nodded. Good, now I got myself a housemaid with no pay! This was going to be great! What could possibly go wrong now?
"Hey K! I need shampoo! I'm all out!" called a familiar voice. It was Momoka, my best friend and neighbor. She must've made another copy of my key again. Just my luck, she appeared at my bedroom door in her teddy bear pajamas. "K! You never told me you've a boyfriend! And I thought I was your best friend!" she whined as she approached the male currently occupying my bed. "OH MY GOD! It's Hero! What are you doing here! ...with K…" she then stopped. Talk about awkward silence. "K! You never told me you had Hero as a boyfriend! Wait 'til everybody gets a load of this! Masami's gonna flip!" screamed Momoka as she hurriedly ran out to call all of our friends and spread the news with that loud mouth of hers.
You know, looking back at yesterday, I should've moved to another apartment without Momoka knowing where I live since now I'm terribly in deep shit with all the girls I know. Especially Masami, since she's now right in front of me, glaring me to death as Hero's taking a shower in my bathroom. That just makes her angrier than before. I sighed again as I squirmed under her glare. Seriously K…what have you gotten into yourself now?
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