HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Shut up.
You looked constipated
I looked calm and collected
Nah, that's definitely constipated
Try to include more fiber and water into your diet.
Oh shut up.
Have you been hounded by paparazzi hell bent on taking pictures even when you told them not to?!
Hang on. Don't answer that. Of course you have.
Never have I felt so vilified by my own brethren
Pssshhh fancy words. Nice boobs btw.
Suck my toes you sniveling trust fund Barbie.
I love it when you swear.
Oh, btw I showed the picture to beloved fiancé, and he totally said the same thing.
We are so meant for each other, yeah?
I might send the picture to Ji Hoo, too, see what he has to say. Don't let that icy-cold-serial-killer exterior fool you, he's a boobs man through and though.
I can't believe this. Please go away.
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The down side of being a girlfriend of the (in)famous Casanova (or one of the downsides, rather) was apparently being constantly hounded by people intent on taking her photos. After a picture of Yi Jeong kissing her at the club while being in the presence of Jan Di and Jae Kyung made its way to a page of some society magazine (who would have sent it, she had asked Jan Di, horrified), a hound of photographers for whatever reasons always seemed to find their way to be in the vicinity whenever she and Yi Jeong as good as walked together. They declared that this was a rare occurrence that So Yi Jeong took his girlfriend to meet his circle of friends.
She snorted as she read the article out loud to Jae Kyung over the phone.
'Listen to this piece of crap.
The much lauded princess of fashion, Ha Jae Kyung, the beautiful heiress to the powerful HA Group and a successful business woman in her own right, was also present along with her fiance Song Woo Bin in what seemed like a private gathering of sort. Is the wedding bell getting closer now for this modern day Casanova?
Is So Yi Jeong ready to renounce his fabulous bachelor days?
Is this a race to the altar between the two former playboys?
Be prepared to have your heart broken, ladies.
It seems that he's off the market (for now at least), now that he has taken his girl out to meet his exclusive group of friends…..'
'Arrrrgh! For fuck sake!' she threw the magazine on her desk. 'You and I have been friends longer than he does. He crashed our ladies night! How is it that I was the one crashing your exclusive gathering? Bullshit!'
Loud guffaws from the phone receiver told her how thoroughly Jae Kyung was enjoying her rant.
'And to think that I am also working for the media…..' She paused and looked around at the mostly empty office, since it was way after office hour. 'This is depressing.'
'There, there, sweetie,' Jae Kyung insincerely comforting her. 'Not everything is bad.' She paused. 'At least it says you get my approval….'
Ga Eul hung up on her immediately.
The very next day, she was called to her chief editor's office.
'Look, Ga Eul,' she said, 'I understand that your personal life is just that. Personal. Private. But,' she paused and picked two sets of magazines from her desk. One was their issue where her interview with Yi jeong took the center page, the other one was the society magazine where the picture of Yi Jeong kissing her took place. 'But this is a bit ridiculous, don't you think? You might not want your relationship to be the center of attention on that story, but maybe a different wording here and there would be enough, and we get the scoop as well as the interview.' Another pause. 'Instead, I get to know your relationship from this,' she lifted that damned magazine slightly, 'and only a few days apart from our published issue. That makes me feel a bit foolish. You insisted that nothing was more than just friendship between you two.'
What could she have to say to that? The interview was finished and sent to her editor before her relationship even started. But would her boss even believe her? After all, like Jung So In said, the difference was only a matter of days. In the end she kept her quiet and apologized for her oversight.
The next few days were unbearable. She wasn't used to people giving her all sort of attention. It's bad enough that in the office people glanced at her like she was all of a sudden became a stranger. She even got a phone call from her Sunbae on the murder case, saying was that not called a relationship then, Ga Eul? To which she simply said things had changed, she wasn't lying, but didn't say anything else afterward.
Her humiliation was complete when one afternoon, as she walked to the car with Yi Jeong, a strong wind blew some loose papers in her hand. She was wearing a pair of dark pants and low cut front-wrap top. Without much thought, she bent over to pick up the stray papers before joined Yi Jeong back walking to his car. Such a simple action, one that she had done thousand times before. She didn't even think much when she saw a photographer snapped that moment on his camera, even as she frowned at the person who took the pictures, willing him to put the camera away. A couple of days after, though, the upper side of her breasts got a magazine treatment. They were proudly displayed as she bent over picking those scattered papers from the sidewalk.
'Nice,' was Hana's only comment as she placed the issue on her desk at the office, eyes winked at her before she snorted loudly and giggled uncontrollably. It wasn't the first time Ga Eul witnessed her office mate laughed with no reason at all, as such she didn't even picked the tabloid from her desk. Not until Jan Di sent her a text message saying 'Nice top, Ga Eul.'
Apparently she had seen it while walking past a magazine stand at the hospital.
Yi Jeong had not been much help either, laughing as she launched into a long tirade about those gossip rags.
'At least now you know that not everything you read about me was true. Not even close,' he said, peppering her palm with kisses, even as she flailed and tried to escape his grasp. 'You know what you need?' he said, 'a relaxing massage.' He proceeded to position her on the couch while he sat behind, his warm hand worked wonder on her neck and shoulders.
'That's not what I need,' she said, eyes closed as his fingers hit a particularly tight spot. 'I need those tabloids and magazines to be burned, every single one of them. My poor mom called me this afternoon, horrified to see my picture off of the internet. She said maybe I should invest in buying more turtle necks from now on.'
He laughed at that.
'You'll get used to it.'
'But I don't want to get used to it. That's not the point. I just want them to disappear.'
He pulled her up from her spot to his lap, 'I'm sorry,' he paused. 'Will this make you feel better?' his fingers tracing her lips.
'Maybe,' she whispered.
'Will this?' he walked his fingers down her neck, his lips claiming hers.
She forgot what to say after that.
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She ended up mastering stealth tactics to avoid getting her picture taken, even though she still didn't understand why they would be interested in taking her picture in the first place. She was far from being a celebrity, her brush off with well known people, those who regularly featured in the tabloid and gossip sites, mainly coming from her work in the magazine. Even then she hardly knew anyone by name. Oh, and being friends with Jae Kyung, apparently, the princess of fashion, even though they snorted at the ridiculous title given to her by the media.
'Well, if you can't escape it, embrace it,' was Jae Kyung's motto. Which was why, she always looked fabulous wafting around here and there in her designer garbs and off the chart shoes and handbags, totally comfortable in front of the camera with her haughty look and slightly standoffish but relaxed attitude.
But as Jan Di pointed out to her, that was all fine and dandy for Jae Kyung, it was even expected from her, but not for Ga Eul. Because people interested in Jae Kyung as Jae Kyung herself, not as someone else's wife or girlfriend. She shuddered while saying all this, clearly as uncomfortable as Ga Eul when it came to the scrutiny she was facing as Jun Pyo's wife.
Anyway, this was how she ended up sitting alone in a secluded café just in the corner of busy street in Gangnam area. Her interview with the owner of a new gallery hosting the recent exhibition for Korea's new talents, a feature she was supposed to write about for the next issue, had just finished. The busy lunch hour had died down and she was enjoying her afternoon walk back to the office while at the same time conducting a little bit of window shopping. The shops had started to get rid of the summer stuff and replaced them with the new fall line.
She was in the middle of admiring a gorgeous pair of grey suit for the upcoming fall/winter season from Prada (no, she wasn't about to buy anything from the shop, she had trouble breathing just to see the price tags) when she noticed a camera trained at her from the glass window.
Oh, for goodness sake, she cursed silently but quickly walked out of the shop, taking the side exit door, and hurriedly looking for a place to hide for a while. While it might be just a harmless photographer, she didn't enjoy the photo assumption that went along with it. It was only a few days ago that a picture of her and Jae Kyung at Tiffany shop made a round on the internet, with people speculating whether they were shopping for a wedding ring. What a load of bulls. She was, in fact, dragged by Jae Kyung to help picking some cuff links for her father's birthday.
Plus, who cares about what she does in a shop anyway, she thought. It's not like she was some well known actresses like Ha Ji Won or Song Hye Gyo who would have obviously raised the sale if they had had their picture taken in a shop, in anywhere really.
Really, those people were just so silly.
In her school days, Ga Eul had spent a lot of time frequenting around Gangnam shopping district with her friends from college; she almost knew all the alleys by heart. Moving fast, she headed to the secluded café she used to frequent and relieved when it was still there, welcoming her as she slipped inside the quiet room.
She ordered a cappuccino with a slice of New York Baked cheese cake at the counter, then found herself a corner where she could sit back and observe.
After resting her feet for a while she fished her mobile phone and called Yi Jeong's driver to pick her up since her car was nonexistent after the accident and she had made a solemn promise to Yi Jeong to not call a taxi and use his driver instead.
It wasn't long before her order came and she started making her way to the sweet treat. Diet be damned, she was pretty sure she earned it to calm her nerves, plus it was her favorite thing to order back when she was still a student and didn't have to worry so much about putting on weight.
She was only just picking up her fork when someone stopped by her table and said hello.
A bit surprised, she raised her head and saw a rather tall man with well built body with somehow familiar face, although she couldn't place it straightaway.
'Sorry to bother you, but is this yours?' the man handed over a bright orange note book to her.
'Oh,' she was taken aback and accepted the book quickly. 'Thank you. How did you get it?'
'You left it at the gallery,' he took the chair in front of her. 'Do you mind?'
She shook her head. 'Please.'
'Thank you. Yes, I saw you left the book and was going to give it back but you left very quickly'.
'Oh, but you don't have to.' She smiled at him. The man must have followed her from the gallery just to give back her note book. How kind, she thought. 'Sorry, but have we met before? You seem a bit familiar…'
He smiled at her. 'I saw you having dinner with your friends last weekend,' he said. 'Remember?'
'Oh,' Ga Eul snapped her fingers. 'You bought us a round of drink.' She paused 'Well, thank you, you left pretty quickly before I had a chance to say thank you.'
'That's OK,' he assured her.
'Do you work in the gallery? Or were you visiting?' she asked curiously after a few while.
'Oh I'm just visiting.' He raised his hand to call the waiter, asking for a cup of espresso, before turning his attention back to Ga Eul. 'A friend just opened a new gallery and asked me to have a look at the exhibition. We're thinking about doing the same thing, to support new talents.'
'Oh, really?' she paused, 'I am actually doing a story about it for the magazine I'm working for at the moment. It's a series that will feature in the next few editions. Would you mind if I have a look and interview your friend as well?'
'No problem at all,' he took a card from his wallet. 'Here is my number.' Ga Eul politely accepted and read it carefully as he introduced himself formally. It was a simple card with only name and a phone number on. Jin, was his name.
'I'm sorry,' she started and bowed her head a little, 'of course, how rude of me. My name is Chu Ga Eul.' she offered him her hand.
'Nice to meet you, Miss Chu,' he smiled and shook her hand. 'Oh here's my coffee,' he commented as the waiter came to bring his espresso to the table.
Her vibrating mobile phone told Ga Eul that a text message just arrived. she glanced to check the screen and murmured her apology.
'My pick up is here already, I'm sorry but I have to leave,' Ga Eul made a motion to take her leave. 'I will call you later this week, if that's OK.'
'Any time, Miss Chu,' he nodded at her.
She bowed her head a little then headed outside to the waiting car.
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