Forever Nights of Guilty Pleasure
Chapter One
Que-Min always had felt that sometimes in her life, she should always expect the unexpected. But right now her life had been going through Hell and she had no time to think of it.
"I hate my life." The twenty-one-year-old young woman said as she opened the door to her apartment. "I hate it as much as I hate this Hellhole I'm in."
Oh yes, there were a lot of things she hated. First on her list, she hated the college that was stupid and filled with freakin' dumb-ass teachers and obnoxious stuck-ups and jerks.
Second was the person behind the desk running this dump she hated because he wasn't taking his job seriously whenever she called and complain about getting only cold water every freakin' day and the lights going off like crazy sometimes. She told him she paid the bill but he just doesn't listen and just yawn and say, "Sorry not my thing." And hangs up on her.
'Oh that no good rotten son of a bitch!'
Sometimes she wished to grab a bat and knock some sense into that bastard or until he was outcold or dead at least.
Then there were the neighbors she had living on her floor; some of them that were either too loud or just wouldn't shut up with all that partying and shit and she could actually hear the moans coming next door from her bedroom when she tried to sleep.
God don't those people ever get tired, then again maybe that person, guy or gal brought over many boyfriends-girlfriends or knew Kama Sutra well by knowledge.
She never-ever wanted to know her neighbor's lifestyle or sex ordeals cases.
But there was at least one bright side over the fuckin' rainbow. She had just another year at that stupid college and be freed to do whatever the hell she wanted and then that this place, until she found maybe a better one with low cost, she was living in had roof over her head and not be out on the streets like some hobo.
She sighed as she opened the door and stepped into her home. "Home sweet home…or whatever I should call you."
She looked around the place. It was a three room with a small kitchen to the side with the bathroom connected to the bedroom. It was pretty small but at least decent compared to other apartment, which she dare not want to wish to stay in, ever!
Hopefully when she got her job and finally have better pay, than she would move out of this dump and live some place fine and classy and…
"Yeah and live in some make believe fairytale kingdom where all good is all right and you have a prince waiting for you. Face it Cinderella, you have no knight in shining armor or prince or whatever coming to return your glass slipper. You have to find it on your own baby and hoped it didn't break into a million pieces if you step on it."
At least she kept hers in army style clean cut, not a cushion out of line, a speck of dust on the ground, nothing. Don't want to get blood on the floor or have to place new plaster on a bashed in wall.
Trust her, she did that a lot which is why she takes it out on the world itself or do it on a punching bag inside her closet, always ready to be hung in the living room to be given a punch or two. And what would any guy want with her being super strong to break their bones like twigs.
'Man…I really got to learn how to control my anger issues.'
She placed the keys on the side table and locked the door behind her. It's been about what, four, coming close to five years since she moved out since her parents decided it was time she lived on her own, give her own place to live and still gave some dough to her when she needed to pay the bills for the school and her apartment and other shit. Like they really cared about her leaving home and living on her own.
'I don't think so folks, I bet you wanted me to get away because of all those pestering teacher's calling and saying how much bullying I've been doing. For shame of having a thankless child or whatever the Hell Shakespeare's said.'
It wasn't as if she could control her own strength but with her carrying intense angry and anyone bitching in her direction had to pay.
Time to pay the Piper, she smirked as she headed towards the bathroom and pulled out a first aid kit from under the sink. Already she had a dark bruise forming under her right cheek and a few scratches on her arm but it wasn't as bad as the kid she beat up.
"That little maggot had it coming for saying Yeon-Wha and Yang Me were lesbians. I can't stand it when they diss my friends! Bastard deserved every fucking bone in his fucking body broken and never come out of that hospital unless he really had a death wish he like now."
After she finished applying the ointment on the cuts and wrapping the scratches with bandages, she headed to the kitchen to have a snack.
"Now what to eat, what to eat…" She saw barely any food and made a mental note to go shopping later today or tomorrow if she felt up to it. Finally she picked a fruit yogurt and sat on the couch, passing the phone where she saw the answering machine blinking.
Might as well check what messages she got. She pressed the button and listen to the beep of saying, 'You have two new messages.' The first one was from her mother yelling at her for another call from the college.
She rolled her eyes and went to lay on the couch, sprawled lazily while eating her snack. "Oh yeah big fuckin' deal as if you don't hear that enough, if you want to yell at me, yell it at my face not in the phone!" She listened as the message ended where her mother wasn't even finished yet, being cut off in midsentence.
The second was from Tae Yeon Im.
"Hey Que-Min, guess what I haven't seen you in two weeks since I came back from my business trip in Hong Kong and man I just gotta say I'm glad it's over for now. I wanted to ask how your interview with your new job went and see if how 'you-know-what' is going? So listen why don't you come to this club I hear is top and thought we should hang out. Call me and I'll give you direction. Or if you want to find it yourself, its call Guilty Pleasure, you're going to love it. Bye." Then the message end and Que-Min had to smiled.
Good old Tae, always watching out for her when they had been little back in preschool. Tae and Que-Min had been close as friends where they gone together on hide and seek and other such kid games. Hell they were also full of bashing to kick the crap of any boy that pissed them off.
Even after Tae moved away to be in Japan and Que-Min got her apartment after, for a while they still remained in contact and then Tae moved back home to Korea during high school. Since then it was always Tae bringing the good out of Que-Min after a miserable fucked-up day.
Smiling she decided to that she would like to go clubbing. Some drinks and dancing was exactly what the doctor ordered.
'Especially that today was Friday and official the weekend, thank God.'
Dialing Tae's number, she got her on the second and said she would and would see her tonight. "Great see ya at eight. And oh yeah before I forget, I have something important to tell you."
"Really what?"
"You'll have to wait and find out."
"Oh come on Tae, tell me, tell me now before I decide to go over to your place and straggled you until you spill."
"Sorry no can do, I'll tell you tonight at the club." And then hung up.
Que-Min stared at the phone in her hand. 'Why that little bitch, what kind of surprise was Tae hiding?' She couldn't wait to find out.
She went over to her desk and opened her laptop and typed in directions to Guilty Pleasure then printed it out. She saw the place was close by and that it would be a ten-fifteen minute drive, leaving her plenty of time to get ready.
"Ah shit, I forgot to ask Tae was it casual or wild or whatever the heck people are and what their style…aw who the Hell cares, it's a club everybody would be wearing something different! Not like I'm going to meet the man of my dreams there." Then she went towards her bathroom and started the shower to prepare herself for tonight.
Ghoon-Hahm Che sat on his bed staring at the ceiling, thin clouds of smoke escaping from his cigarette.
'Crap this day was so fucking Hell.' First he had a hangover the size of a Tokyo empire building and had obvious skipped his school to sleep in which seem to been ok in the beginning before the endless knocking came to his door. The landowner was standing there when Ghoon-Hahm answered it and the man was asking for the money that was due three weeks ago.
Ghoon-Hahm told him he would pay later. So far his old man was getting stiff on the cash and he hated it when that happen. "Lousy no good motherfucker." He muttered when the landowner left before Ghoon-Hahm gave the finger behind the man's back then headed out to grab some air from being cooped up in his room.
The next thing he saw during his walk was some gang that thought they were top dog with their leader called, "The Doctor Yee" that came in his way, spraying shitty crap words on his street walls, his street wall!
They then saw him coming and started demanding money from him. "You give us money and I'll be sure to give you a clean bill." The leader said. Ghoon-Hahm removed his prescription sunglasses, his eyes turning ice cold as he looked straight at the gang leader and then went to bash the living hell out of them.
It was only a two-minute beating in his records. That made him more pissed. Sometimes he wanted to beat more than the living shit out of these goons but no they were just punks and low ones at that.
"Stupid fuckers." What kind of lame ass calls himself Doctor Yee, he should rethink that name and call himself 'Dick Pee' for short. As of far, his day was another bore in his life. Suddenly his cellphone was ringing. He flicked it opened and saw the caller ID. He pressed talk.
"Won Hee what the Hell are you calling about now?" Annoyance sounding in his voice and the only one he could take out his anger was at his gang member over the phone. He wanted to hit something bad.
"Whoa boss, relax, take a chill pill man. I just wanted to call to ask if you wanna hang with us?"
Ghoon-Hahm took the cigarette out of his mouth then blew a puff of smoke from his lips. "And what exactly is it that you guys want to do exactly that would seem to interest me?" His patience was wearing thin and Won Hee could hear the tenseness of his boss's voice. Better say it now before Ghoon-Hahm comes to his places and killed him where he stand.
"Well Ghoon-Hahm, Dar Jay found out about a new club called 'Guilty Pleasure' and thought we should all go and check it out. There's going to be tons of babe there as it's ladies night and I'm pretty sure we could snag a couple gorgeous gals before it's over."
"Give me a minute to think it over." He pinched the edge of his nose and close his eyes. He seriously was feeling totally restless, he needed something to release it out and it sure wasn't going to be in this room now.
"Fine, tell the gang to meet there at the park around 7, 7:30 the latest. Then will go to this 'Pleasure Guilt' club."
"Ah Ghoon-Hahm, it's Guilty Pleasure."
"Whatever the Hell the place's call just do exactly as I said!" Then he shut the phone and ran a hand through his dark hair.
Was this God's doing of making his life a miserable hellhouse now? Maybe downing some drinks and finding a blond or brunette might be good to relieve his stress anger. Or he could always take it out on one of the guys, most likely Won Hee. He picked up the battery operated digital clock on the side of his bed and looked at the time. Four-thirty it read clearly stating he had three hours until he met up with them. He got up from the bed and headed towards his shower and got scalding hot water running instead of cold.
Nothing was going right so far in his book.
Blue Kitsune: I love Kill Me Kiss Me Mangas and I so love the pairing! Anyways next chapter will be at Guilty Pleasure where later in the second or third chapter Que-Min and Ghoon-Hahm meet for the first time. Call it love at first sight or should I say, 'Insult' at first sight. Sniffle, can't wait!
