Temporary Affairs

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Chapter o1. Mismatch

The chandelier crystals glistened under the natural moonlight that seeped in through the silk curtains of the restaurant.  Dressed in a simple lace black dress and dropped earrings, you waited nervously for your date to show up.  He was supposedly the heir of Bliss Communications, an enterprise that often did business with your father’s company.    

You sucked in your breath as a young man walked into the restaurant.  Shyly, you looked down at your clasped hands, waiting for him to take the seat across from you.  To your dismay he strolled passed you and sat down on the table preoccupied by another young lady.  Overwhelmed with embarrassment, you hid your face behind your long hair. 

Another few minutes passed and you looked at your watch to check the time.  He was late.  You scoffed and got up to leave.  No one ever shows up late to a date with _______ _______!  Stomping your heels, you grabbed your purse and jacket and headed over to the exit.  Just as you got to the door, you crashed right into the chest of a young man.  Apologizing, you immediately bent down to pick up your clutch purse but so does the man.  His fingers touched yours and you flinched back blushing.  He handed you back your belongings and bowed to apologize for the erupt collision.

You stared at him…well more like gawked at him.  He was tall – maybe at least a foot taller than your small figure.  He was dark, which complimented your milky complexion.  And he was…handsome.  You gulped, sucking back the drool that almost revealed your lust for him.  He smirked.

“You must be _______ _______ssi.  I am Kim Jongin,” he introduced, holding his hand out. 

Your eyes widened and your lips parted, forming an “oh” shape.  Kim Jongin…heir of Bliss Communications…but most importantly your future husband.  Hiding your internal excitement, you shyly took his hand into yours and shook it. 

“I’m so sorry, I ran into some traffic getting here…” he spoke and you immediately shook your head.

“You’re not late at all,” you lied, the anger you felt for his tardiness diminished completely.

The handsome heir pulled out your seat and you graciously sat down.  He took the seat across from you.  As a waiter walked by to take your order, you discovered yourself ogling at his attractive features again.  His hair was gelled up emphasizing his gorgeous forehead and perfectly arched brows.  If eyes could kill then you’d be long dead, for he had eyes that gazed into your soul.  And we haven’t even gotten to his lips…his lips were so plump and sexy…and kissable. 

He chuckled as you unconsciously puckered your lips. 

“We’ll have a Strangozzi al Tartufo Nero for this young lady,” Jongin ordered for you, seeing that you were too busy daydreaming. 

Embarrassed, you instantly unplugged yourself from your reverie.  You swore by the way he smirked that he knew you had been staring at him.  Internally, you face palmed.  Aigoo, _______, you’re thirsty I know, but did you have to be so obvious about it?!!! 

As soon as the waitress left, Kim Jongin’s smile dropped.  He crossed his arms and leaned forward.

“________ _______, 22.  Graduated from Seoul National University.  Daughter of Jung Eunwoo, CEO of Star Telecom,” he spoke as if you were a criminal.

You blinked your eyes, confused.

He chuckled mockingly, his voice cold and distant, “I don’t know what our parents have arranged for us but I have no interest in knowing”.

The young man sat back in his chair.

“Excuse me?” you asked, baffled by his sudden 360 degree change.

“Let me repeat myself once more in case I wasn’t clear enough the first time, ‘I’m not interested in marrying you,” Kim Jongin spoke.




“E-Excuse me?” you managed to stutter.

“I have no interest in a damsel who dresses herself up like some porcelain doll waiting to be sold to the highest bidder,” he stated and you looked at him in disbelief so he added another blow, “and I like woman who are at least D-cups”.

Hul.  Who the eff did he think he was? 

You held onto your forehead to prevent it from hitting against the table.        

With clenched fists and flared nostrils you responded, “Excuse me, Kim Jongin-ssi.  You need my help, not the other way around!”                     

His father’s company was on the verge of collapse, not the other freakin’ way around.  Why the heck was this jerk making you feel as though you were asking him a favor?


“I have no interest in using marriage as a means to advance a business.  That is my father’s idea, not mine,” he said firmly. 

You threw your head back in bewilderment.  This handsome guy was taking out his anger toward his father on you. 

Gritting your teeth, you said, “Well, then be a man and tell your father that!  Because for all I know he desperately begged my mother to let me see you”.

Fuming, you grabbed your glass of white wine and gulped it down. 

He laughed, took a calm sip of his wine, and insisted, “Are you sure it wasn’t your mother who feared that her daughter was too ugly to get married off?  You know you were…gawking at me a few minutes ago”.     




Your mouth was permanently the shape of an “O”.  You wanted to rip his smug face off his head.  There was no way – absolutely NO WAY you were going to tolerate, much less marry this douchebag.  Grabbing your purse and jacket, you stood up to leave.

“Oh daebak, from that angle it looked as if you weren’t even an A-cup,” he mocked. 









Frozen in place, a billion gazillion curse words flooded your mind.  As you were contemplating your counter attack, a waitress walked passed you.  Without thinking, you grabbed the glass of water from her tray, turned around, and splashed it onto Kim Jongin’s face.  He flinched back surprised, but chuckled at your childishness.  Normally, you would have just left after that but seeing a smirk still spread across his face, you walked over to him, raised your right heel, and jabbed it hard against his toe.  He yelped in pain.  Suits him right.  With that, you turned around and trudged off. 



As you stepped through the front gates of your house, you were still fuming beyond boiling point.  Never mind that he was handsome – and tall – and dark – and sexy…he was a total asshole.  You cursed under your breath. 

“Welcome home Agashi,” the family maid greeted and you faked a smile at her.

Still grumpy, you ripped off your heels and threw them sloppily onto the shoe rack.  The maid laughed and tidied up the mess you created.  You stood back up and rolled your shoulders back a few times to calm yourself down before having to face your mother. 

“Madam, Agashi is back,” the maid shouted.

You hissed.  Argh, you just needed a few more minutes to fully digest what had happened before having to report to your mother.  Thanks a lot.  Thanks so freakin’ much.  You jokingly glared at the maid.   

A middle-aged woman walked elegantly down the stairs, dressed in a silk blazer and skirt.  Her hair was short and curly, framing her face perfectly.  You took a deep breath then feigned on a smile.

“Omma!” you called, skipping over to her happily.

“_______ah, why are you back so early?  How was your date?” she asked as she sat down on the living room sofa. 

Oh it was terrible.  The guy was hot but was a total douchebag.  He smelled like baby prostitutes and probably had fifty lovers of both sex.

“It was great,” you heard your voice automatically replied. 

“Oh that’s good.  I heard Kim Jongin-ssi is very polite and well-mannered,” she said, sipping some green tea.

You unknowingly snorted.  Your mother froze and looked at you questionably.  Woops.

Smiling widely you nodded and replied, “Mhmm, he was a total gentlemen.  He even showed me some pictures he took while doing community service in Africa”.

Pure bullshit.  Good job, ________.  Good freakin’ job. 

“That’s good to know, my dear daughter.  You know how important this marriage is for your father’s company.  If we help the Kim family while they’re in crisis right now, then we will gain a strong support system for the future,” she explained, patting your hand.

With a sigh, you nodded.  Even though you didn’t intend to ever marry that jerk, you’d have to at least fake it for a little longer.  But seeing the glint in your mother’s eyes made it all worth it.  Because if she was happy…well…nothing else mattered.   

Kim Jongin, you just watch.  You just freakin’ watch.  I will have you in the palms of my hands in no time. 

a/n: xD Hello my Little Unicorns!  So there you have it, the pilot chapter of this ridiculous drunk writing lOL.  And believe me when I tell you this is just the beginning.  Hahaha.  My Jongin feeeeels. kekekeke

Hope you guys enjoyed.  I think this and The Lucky One are my favorite stories I’ve ever written (this includes the stories I wrote that are not fanfictions ;p).  This one is just so silly and such a mood lifter when I have a bad day.  Hehe all laughs, no tears this time.  This is to get you ready for the sequel of The Lucky One because we all know that’s gonna require a few boxes of tissues ;p.    

If this story gets a good reception…I may write more comedy in the future kekeke…they’re funner to write than angst.  But either way, my dad still looks at me like i’m mentally unstable as i’m busy poking at my keyboard.  >3< i wubz you guise. 

Odio i cacciatori

Vivo nella regione con più cacciatori in assoluto di tutta Italia, anche se sulla pubblicità in televisione fanno vedere tutta gente felice in mountain bike, che fa free climbing sulle montagne, che passeggiq in posti incontaminati, che se magna gli strangozzi al tartufo la faccenda è assai diversa. Da ottobre in poi inizia una vera e propria guerra e se provi a passeggiare nei sentieri nel bosco o anche semplicemente nei campi rischi grosso, tanto che l’anno scorso hanno letteralmente impallinato le chiappe a un frate che passeggiava, hanno bucherellato macchine di coppiette che si erano appartate, e addirittura si sono ammazzati fra di loro, ben 5 morti in totale, di caccia.

E fino a qui tutto male, ma non c’è limite al peggio, con la scusa del ripopolamento, tutte queste associazioni di cacciatori, super caccia, io caccio tu cacci, caccia tu che caccio io (insomma hanno questi nomi) aiutate dalla regione buttano dentro tutte sorte di poveri animali proprio in questo periodo dell’anno per poi ammazzarli ad Ottobre.

Ad Ottobre poi, vista l’orda di contadini incazzati come iene per i casini che creano questi animali messi la a casaccio, di razze non autoctone, grandi come dinosauri, la scusa per ammazzarli tutti è quella del contenimento, ti inventano queste frasi tipo: “sinergia tra cacciatori e agricoltori”, “contenimento selettivo fauna selvatica”