(A/N)
In the alternative universe, Jeffric is now 19 (welcome to the New Year) while in the main storyline, Jeffric is 15 (at least for now, because he's going to age in this story). I just wanted to be clear here, and please don't get confused.
P.S. the special episodes were just going to be chapters that celebrated Christmas and the New Year, but I decided to write more (so basically, I'm going to write two stories in one book).
"I'm so bored," Ahri whined.
"Me too," I whined back.
We were both lying on the sofa, Ahri sitting on the right part while me sitting on the left part. Our bodies were limp with boredom and our minds were blank.
It was Sunday evening, and we were whining because we were bored.
Ahri was mature and she was more seductive than cute. But, when she was bored, she acted like a cute anime girl for some reason.
Talking about anime, Ahri always teased me that I reminded her of many male protagonists of anime because of my youthful face (even though she said to me that I kind of looked like a girl sometimes . . . suddenly, I feel sorry for myself for no apparent reason), my personality, and my whole physical appearance that looked as if puberty didn't strike at all.
News flash; puberty already struck and it past away just a year ago. And, for some reason, acne didn't spread on my face. As matter of fact, my skin was always pale, and I never had skin problems.
Ahri pressed her foot on my leg. "Jeffric," Ahri whined, "got any ideas on what we should do?"
"I don't know," I said while gazing at her foot uncomfortably, "how about you?"
"I got nothing," Ahri said while stretching her arms into the air while yawning.
Then something went up to my mind. "Hey, didn't you said that many designers made clothes for you or something?"
"Hmm . . ." Suddenly, Ahri, jumped up. "I have an idea!" she exclaimed. "How about a fashion show?"
I looked at her with a confused face.
"Uhh . . . what do you mean by that?"
"We could have our own fashion show," Ahri explained, "you could be the audience and I could be the model. And, I could wear the clothes that my designers made for me and walk across the living room from my room, then walk back to my room, change clothes quickly, and do this over and over!"
I nodded my head. It sounded good to me, because it was better than nothing.
"That's a good idea," I said.
I knew how fashion shows worked because Ahri forced me to watch one a week ago.
Ahri forced me to watch it because she said it was "Educational."
Are fashion shows educational? I asked myself back then.
Ahri turned on a fashion show's background music (which sounded metallic and electronic) on her phone and she walked into her room and shut the door behind her. Ahri's room was linked with the living room, and if she walked forward out of her room (without stopping), she will walk pass the sofa and walk straight into the broad window of the living room.
Ahri placed a chair for me to sit in front of the living room's broad window. From this view, I would face her, and she would walk toward me, turn around in front of me, and walk back to her room.
I was sitting on the chair while trying to be comfortable on it. And, for some reason, I was sweating in . . . unease.
I was wondering why I was like that when I realized something;
Ahri, the Lead Vocalist of K/DA, the most famous K-pop girl group in the whole planet, was going to present me a private fashion show.
Of course, I was uneasy! If another person like me, a high school social outcast that was bullied daily with no one to stand up for me, was in my position right now, they will be more than uneasy.
Then, the door opened, and Ahri stepped out.
She was wearing a white and pink hanbok (Korean traditional clothes), which was designed to be easy to move (the designer made the dress of the hanbok shorter than normal). She headed straight toward me while smiling. She sashayed across the living room, as if she was on the runway, and when she was a meter away from me, she stopped and she put one hand on her waist while waving at me with the other, like as if she was taking a pose for a camera man.
Then, she turned around and sashayed back toward her room.
When she entered her room, she closed the door.
"The fashion show music really makes this feel like a fashion show . . ." I mumbled to myself.
When she came out of her room again, she was wearing a school uniform that looked as if it'd came straight out of an anime. And, she had a pink wig on her head.
She sashayed across the living room and, when she was standing in front of me, she made two peace signs with her hands while sticking her tongue out (in a cute way). Then, she went back to her room, and, I might be wrong, but she seemed to wave her hips more than before.
She wore a lot of cool, beautiful, or awesome-looking clothes and she stood in different poses in front of me before sashaying back to her room.
When she was wearing an outfit, that reminded me of teenagers that hung out in arcades, and was sashaying back to her room, she looked back at me.
"The last one is special," she said while winking at me, "and it's not designed by fashion designers."
When she went back into her room and shut the door, I was squirming on the chair.
What did she mean by "special"? And why did she wink at me?
I touched my cheek with my palm and felt it growing hot.
And what was wrong with my cheek?
When my mind tried to imagine what Ahri was going to wear, no results came out.
Then, the door opened and Ahri stepped out.
Ahri was wearing familiar-looking clothes. She was wearing a pink cap (that looked like a police cap) which had a golden heart attached to its front, really tight-looking light-purple T-shirt (I think it's a T-shirt but I might be wrong), a thin-looing pink jacket (that had an epaulette on the left shoulder) over that, stockings (I think because I'm not an expert on women clothes), and tight pink shorts, and black high hills.
She had dyed her tails in pink, and she had an orange wig over her head, covering her smooth blond hair.
She was wearing her old attire that she wore when she first became a K-pop sensation, and before K/DA!
"Holy cow . . ." I gasped.
"Well, I told you that this would be special," she said. Then, she started to sashay across the living room slowly, and she was licking her lips with her tongue.
And, for some reason, I felt . . . helpless.
Really helpless.
To me, she looked like a fox hunting down a helpless prey.
That prey was me.
When she was in front of me, she executed a part of her old dance, which contained leaning forward while moving her body back and forth to empathize her . . . body, swaying her body sideways, and saluting while standing in a posture which would knock out her fanboys.
I was squirming on the chair while trying to figure out why I was getting hotter by the second and why I was sweating like crazy.
And I realized that something really odd is happening to my body. My heart was pounding as if I somebody was punching it. My heartbeat was really faster than normal, and I felt something that I couldn't express. I felt this before when I was doing special things with Ahri. But now, I felt as if the feeling was overwhelming my heart and my mind. It felt like I'm having a crush on . . .
The realization hit me hard like a bully did with his baseball bat many months ago.
A-affection . . . ?!
But that couldn't be right! My every being already knew that I would never have a girlfriend because every girl that I had a crush on hated me, thought I was a jerk, moved away, or got taken. My every being already knew that me having a girlfriend wasn't meant to be.
Sad fact; every girl that I had a crush on had similar names.
Wait, why am I telling you this?
Anyway, this couldn't be right. But, why was my body reacting like this?
"What's the matter, Jeffric?" Ahri asked slyly. "Fox got your tongue?"
"N-no," I answered nervously, then I said something before I knew what I was saying, "it's just you're so gorgeous."
"Well, thank you," she cooed while leaning forward and smiling sweetly at me.
Wait, what did I just say? My mind asked,
You told her that she's gorgeous, you dummy! The other mind yelled at me. Are you stupid?! You can't just tell a girl or a woman that! You'll look like a pervert!
Uh-oh.
"I-I'm not a pervert!" I blurted out.
Ahri looked at me with an amused look on her face. "I didn't say you're a pervert," she said and laughed softly.
"I . . . uh, I mean that . . ."
I was so panicking that I didn't know what to say. Speaking to another person in an awkward or an embarrassing moment wasn't my specialty.
Unluckily, this was an awkward and an embarrassing moment.
When I was about to cover my face with my hands, Ahri laid her hands on both of my thighs.
"Why so embarrassed, Jeffric?" she said while staring into my eyes, making me blush more.
"I-I don't know . . ." I answered nervously while feeling a single sweat trickling down while being aware of her hands touching my thighs.
She placed her hand on my head and I flinched, but I calmed down when she started to pat me.
"You're so cute," she giggled while caressing my cheek with the other hand.
My face got hotter and hotter while my eyes grew wider than before.
"M-me . . . ? C-c-cute . . . ?" I stuttered. Then I realized something. "Nobody told me something like that in my life . . ."
"Until now," she said sweetly, and, before I knew it, she kissed me on the forehead.
That night I was lying on my bed with my eyes still opened. I was hugging my covers tightly while my teeth were clenched. My mind was in jumbled mess and my heart was still beating quickly.
Today, I felt the feeling of having a crush again which I hadn't felt for ages. I hugged my covers even more tightly. I forgot how it felt like to have a crush on someone . . .
I touched my forehead, where Ahri had kissed, and felt myself blushing again.
Then I remembered he previous girls that I had a crush on and questioned myself;
Can I, a person who couldn't even date a normal person, love a person who is so famous?
That question rang through my mind until I finally drifted into sleep.
(A/N) [Yes, another one]
I'm going to have some time off to fix the previous chapters because the first arc of the story is over (Ahri and Jeffric officially staying together, Jeffric meeting his inner demon, and etc.) and I think I need to make the story board of this story (that I wrote on a piece of paper) much clearer than before. And always, thank you for the support! I love you guys!