Forbidden (Chapter 4)

Here's more "Forbidden!" I'm so glad you guys are liking this story! it warms my heart!! I now have a new moderator, Kelly Lim, who has agreed to help me edit my chapters because I cannot spell for shit. (Though I blame most of what is misspelled on the Mac computers that i'm FORCED to use at school cuz that's all we have mostly. there's only like 1 or 2 pc labs....most are all macs. they need to die.)


ps- i got the information about the talent agency (modeling agency/whatever) from episode 5 of H.I.T. so no, i did not make that up. :3

Chapter 4

I met Su-Jung the next day at the park at 4:30. To excuse myself from "work" at 4, I told Mi-Young that I had a bad stomachache and thought it best not to go. "Really? You were fine in school today," she said, concerned. She was all dressed and ready to go. I, still in my school uniform (it was Monday), lay on my bed and clutched my stomach and grimaced, "I think it was something I ate at lunch today. It's not sitting right."

"All right," she said. "I'll tell the boss--"


"No," I sad sharply. "If he does ask, then just tell him I have a stomachache and I thought it best not to come in today. That's if he asks though. If he doesn't then just don't say anything ok?" She looked at me, wondering why I was acting so strange, but nodded and said she won't say anything.


Then she left for work, leaving me totally alone. I waited ten minutes and looked out the window and saw her climb into a cab and leave. I quickly changed into jeans, a black sweater, and ankle-high zip up high heeled boots. I ran a hand through my hair...then just threw it up into a ponytail, grabbed my purse and jacket out of the closet, house keys, money, and headed out the door, immensely grateful that Mi-Young's parents were both out working and wouldn't be home until really late. I hailed a cab, gave the driver the address to the park, and made it with 10 minutes to spare.


I paid the driver and got out and searched for Su-Jung. I found her sitting at one of the benches under a bare tree. She smiled and waved when she saw me and I quickly ran to her. This time she was wearing much more sensible clothing for winter, consisting of jeans, sneakers, a cream-colored turtleneck-sweater, gloves, and a black thigh-length trench coat. Her hair was down and fluttered in the breeze, and her cheeks and nose were a rosy pink from the cold.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," I said in Korean, once I reached her (I was getting better at it. Yay me!). She shook her head. "No, I just got here myself." We stood making small talk for a while, then the two of us headed to a nearby cafe.


"I hope you don't mind," said Su-Jung as we took our seats at a table near the window. "I called the manager and told him to meet us here."
"Oh no, I don't mind at all," I answered smiling. A waiter came and asked for our order. Su-Jung ordered ginseng tea while I ordered hot chocolate. The waiter bowed and left the two of us to continue making some small talk....however awkward and somewhat difficult that would be.


"So, Kimi," started Su-Jung, "Where were you living before you came to Korea? Judging from your slight accent, you don't sound like you're from around here....as well as your name."


I stared at her, for some reason annoyance slithering within me. Did she really have to say it like that? To me, she sounded haughty and stuck up, or maybe it was just me getting annoyed because I've been trying my hardest to lose my accent and it irked me that she noticed. Let's go with the second part.


"Um...well, I actually came here from Canada not that long ago," I said, playing with my silverware. I glanced up at her and saw her nod and open her mouth to ask another question.


"What made you decide to move to Korea? Did you move with your parents?"


I felt my stomach tie itself in knots. I had hoped she wasn't going to ask the tough questions but....


I steeled myself and looked at her and replied, "No...I decided to move by myself--"


"But you don't look older than 17--"


"It was my choice!" I barked. She stared at me, looking somewhat scared. Well, she's the one who stared asking me the hard questions...shouldn't she get yelled at? I sighed in frustration and continued to play with my silverware and was relieved when the waiter came back and gave us our drinks.


"Look," I said, "I'm sorry for yelling....I'm just not all too comfortable talking about my personal life--I mean...with my family and all--so I'd appreciate it if we don't get into that." I looked at her, expecting her to continue asking me questions, but she didn't. Instead she nodded and took a sip of her tea.


"I understand," she told me. "There's a girl at the agency who doesn't really like to talk about her family either. Though from what I've heard, her father and mother divorced, leaving them neck deep in debt and her mother's never home to see her."


Wow...and I thought I had it rough. I suppose I should count my blessings then....I took a sip of my hot chocolate and nearly seared my tongue off. I dropped my beverage on the table and clutched at my mouth. HOT!! HOT!! HOT!! REALLY HOT!!! OMG!! Su-Jung stared at me with amusement twinkling in her eyes.


"Careful," she told me after I had swallowed my boiling lava of hot chocolate, "It's hot." I rolled my eyes at her and glared. "Just wait 'til you drink your tea," I threatened. She continued to smile at me but said nothing when her cell phone rang. She sifted through her purse and, after checking the caller-ID answered with a perfect smile and a warm "Yobosaeyo!" I assumed the Manager was calling. She stayed on the phone for about 3 minuted, hung up, looked at her watch and said to me, "The Manager will be coming shortly and he apologizes for being late. He hopes you understand."


"Oh, that's not a problem," I reassured her. "I have plenty of time to spare; he doesn't need to rush." She and I smiled at each other and continued making small talk (and avoiding the subject of families in general). Ten minutes later the Manager came, and she and I stood up and bowed to him in welcome. He took up a seat and sat down at the table and introduced himself. His introduced himself as Charlie Park (omg, yay! A name that doesn't sound uber foreign and I can actually pronounce without being hesitant of the pronunciation!!) and that he owned a talent agency called EGM Talent Agency where they taught young girls basically the things they need to learn to make it big in either the modeling agency or other things. But they mostly focused on Modeling. Mr. Park wore an all black suit, with a white tie, and a Rolex watch on his wrist. He looked to be about in his mid 30s and had short hair.


Mr. Park looked at me after Su-Jung had introduced me to him and said in completely perfect English, with a smile, (ANOTHER POINT! YAY! I CAN SPEAK MY LANGUAGE!) "So! You are interested in honing your beauty to become a model, are you?"


I blinked and answered sheepishly,"Huh? Oh....no no. I'm not much for modeling. I figured I could, y'know....help the staff carry around equipment and things. I'm one of those people who like to work in the background rather than be in the spotlight...."


"Why not? You already have the face for it! You might as well try it. Who knows, you might even like it," he encouraged. I looked at Su-Jung.


"Don't worry," she said in Korean. "You don't have to if you don't want to. Do what you're comfortable with." I smiled and addressed Mr. Park.


"Thank you for the compliment, Sir, but...I think I'd much rather stick to what I'm good at: which is staying in the background." Mr. Park nodded and said, "All right. If you're sure....well, for your work, of course I will pay you, you know that right?" I nodded.


"May I ask how much?" I inquired. He took a napkin from the table and a pen out of his blazer breast pocket and wrote down an amount and handed it to me. I looked at it and nearly choked on my hot chocolate. It was a lot!!!


"But wait," I said, looking up at him. "This is Hong Kong Dollars isn't it?" He nodded. "How much would that be in Won?" I asked. He took back the napkin, calculated, and handed it back to me again. I looked at him. "This is still a lot," I said. I asked if I could use his pen and he handed it to me and I converted the amount to Canadian Dollars. It was about the average pay for an equipment manager!! I stared at the napkin and its many calculations, pondering.


"Are you interested?" asked Mr. Park. I looked up at him and said with confidence, "Yes, Sir. I'd like the job."

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I came home feeling both a ecstatic and very, very sad. I had taken the position in Hong Kong, meaning I would get money and be able to live.....on the other hand, I would have to move out of Korea and go to China. Which meant, possibly another language for me to learn (omgwtfbbq?!)....but Mr. Park said basically everyone in Hong Kong speaks English, so I should be able to get by. But there is also that little problem with telling Mi-Young's parents that I'm going to China....and the fact that I had been lying to them for the past couple of days so they wouldn't worry. Ooh man, I am in trouble!


I went to Mi-Young's room and placed my purse onto my bed and threw myself into the cushiony-softness, and buried my face into my pillow. How was I going to tell them? I looked at my clock and saw that it was 6:30....Mi-Young didn't get home until 9 and her parents didn't get home until and hour later. That gave me 2 and a half hours to think of something until Mi-Young gets home and 3 and a half until her parents get home. I started thinking of the best possible way to break the news to them without having them go all nuclear-war on me. (Not that I thought they would but, I....I HATE lying to people who have been nice to me!!)


I must have thought for those 2 and a half hours because I heard the slamming of a car door and I knew Mi-Young was home by the way she jubilantly exclaimed, "I'm home!" and ran upstairs. Thankfully, I had changed into my pajamas a long time ago, and was snuggled into bed. When she entered, looking slightly tired, I waved at her and smiled.


"How's your stomach feeling?" she asked me. I shrugged. "A little better I guess. Did the Boss ask you anything?" I asked. She shook her head.


"No, which was weird. But the others did. I told them you had a stomachache and they wished you will get better and hope to see you tomorrow."


My stomach clenched. Right, the others didn't know I got laid off because I didn't tell them. Christ. I took a deep breath and decided to just tell her what came to mind...cuz I hadn't thought of anything during that time of her absence. (Aren't I just soo smart?!)


"Um, listen, Mi-Young?" I started. She had changed into her own pajamas and was (once again) on the computer. She looked at me as if expecting me to start vomiting right then and there.


"Are you ok? Do you want anything?" she asked. I shook my head and said, "Actually....there's something I need to tell you." I glanced at her and saw her expression change from one of concern to absolute panic.


"OMG, you're not pregnant are you?!" she shrieked and sat down next to me and put her arm around me and started comforting me in a mixture of Korean and English.


"No, no, no! I'm not pregnant!! Jeez, calm down will you?" I reassured her. Then I changed my tone of voice and told her flat out that I had lost my job at the restaurant and had spent all of yesterday trying to look for another one and that I had found one already. She stared at me for a long time.


"I didn't want you to worry about me, so...that's why I didn't tell you I had been laid off," I said, looking at her pleadingly, hoping she would understand. "You and your family have done so much for me already, I didn't want to be a burden for you all."


"Who says you would?! I would have helped you in a heartbeat!!" she yelled at me. I cringed. "I would have gladly helped you! But no, you didn't want my help! Obviously, asking for help would be too much of a hassle for you!"


"That's not what I meant!" She huffed in response and looked out the window. We were silent for 5 minutes and she finally said, "Where's this new job of yours?" I bit my lip, stalling for time. "Where?!" she prompted relentlessly.


"Hong Kong," I said and braced myself for another yelling spree. To my surprise it didn't come. Instead she looked at the clock and told me that her parents had called her to let her know that they will be coming home sooner than they usually do and that I will have to tell them on my own. I asked when they will be coming and she said in 10 minutes. Crap.


Ten minutes later they entered the house to find myself and Mi-Young sitting on the couch. We greeted them both and asked them to sit down and that I had something important to tell them. I then launched into the story of how I had been laid off from my job, and how I had found a new one and blah, blah, blah, basically repeated everything I had said to Mi-Young to them. They looked at me and I saw that her mother held a look that I thought might be understanding while her father looked kind of....disappointed.


"Are you angry with me?" I asked. "I know I shouldn't have gone behind your backs and lied to you but I didn't want you to worry about me. I mean, you've done so much for me already...I just couldn't." I felt like crying. Her parents nodded as if they understood my reasoning and then her father looked at me.


"Where is this new job of yours?" he asked in Korean. I answered Hong Kong and they both stared at me. Her father nodded solemnly and said, "Very well. Good luck in Hong Kong." He then stood up and looked at me and added, "But don't come to us when you fail. You said you didn't tell us you got fired because you didn't want to be a burden to us. Always having to worry about you would be a burden don't you think? So, good luck in Hong Kong, don't do anything stupid, and don't come to us if you fail." I sensed Mi-Young and her mother look at the head of the family, alarmed.


"I will allow you to stay here until you are ready to go to Hong Kong, but after that you are on your own. Do you understand?" I nodded and he left to go to sleep. I saw her mother try and speak to him as he passed her to go up the stairs but he ignored her. Mi-Young on the other hand, rushed behind him and, with tears in her eyes, pleaded with him to reconsider opening his home for me if I do fail. He ignored her too.


I was left alone in the living room gathering my thoughts. It could have been worse, I reasoned. He could have thrown me out of the house right then and there in my pj's. I went to bed that night no longer feeling excited about my new job....but now feeling empty, like I had felt on the day I first arrived to Korea.

Forbidden (Chapter 3)

Thanks for the comments guys!! They seriously keep me motivated to keep writing. If it weren't for you all, I think this thing would have probably been stopped at the prologue.....or maybe even just not written at all. THANKS AGAIN YOU GUYS! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE THIS LITTLE BRAIN-SPAZZ FROM ME! -wipes tears of happiness from eyes-

ps- The email in the previous chapter could not have been written without the help from my e-friend MissAcidMuffinUkki!! Thanks so much!!

pss- The fight scene in this chapter was not made up by me. It actually happened in episode four of H.I.T. =D And the descriptions of the people are really how they looked in that episode. =DD

Chapter 3

I couldn't sleep last night. I kept tossing and turning, the memory of the evening before still burning in the recesses of my mind. I had lost my job. Not because I wasn't a good worker--Boss said I was one of the hardest workers--but because the rent of the property had increased by at least 250,000 Won and he needed to "cut back" some. And I guess since I was the not-so-needed extra hand at work, I was the one that had to be let go. (Of course, he didn't tell me that last part, but I knew that was the reason for him to lay me off). Anger flared inside me along with worry for not being able to find another job to pay my (also not-so-needed/practically non-existant) rent in order for me to stay here. (Not that Mi-Young's parents will kick me out anyway, but it was for my own sanctity). In total, I think I was only able to get at least 4 hours of sleep when I was finally able to calm down some and drift off, by counting sheep backwards. (That really works, I was surprised). I woke up feeling extremely groggy and was surprised to see Mi-Young fully dressed in just a pair of jeans and a white shirt, reading a book sitting on the computer seat. (Omg, the Apocalypse has officially commenced! She's not on the Internet!)

She took one look at me and said, "You look like Hell."

"I feel like Hell," I answered trying to rub sleep out of my eyes. "I couldn't sleep that well last night," I added, trying (and failing epically) to stiffle a yawn.

"Aww....why not?" she asked. I shrugged and tried to run my hand through my hair. It was a big matted mess so I ended up giving myself somewhat excrutiating pain and quickly withdrew my hand from my head. "Bad dream, I suppose," I lied. I couldn't tell her I had been laid off (or fired; however you want to see it. Personally I see no difference, it all comes down to the same thing: I. AM . JOBLESS!). If I did, she would be really worried and take off her time from work to try and find me a new one, and I seriously didn't want that. I didn't want to be a nuisance and a constant worry for her. I'd find a new job on my own....there's gotta be something out there.

"Are you feeling homesick? Extreme homesickness could make a person not sleep well," said Mi-Young. "Maybe you should go visit your family!" She smiled at me.

"No," I said a little too sharply. She stared at me and I answered in a softer tone, "I mean...not yet. Money's kinda tight right now, y'know? Maybe when I've worked some more at the restaurant and saved up, I'll go and see them. Just....not now." She seemed to buy that because she nodded and said, "Ooh, yeah. Well, hopefully you'll get to go visit soon. And you have to bring me with you!" I smiled and said that of course she would come with me, because she'd have to meet all my friends. I yawned again and flopped back down onto my bed.

"So why aren't you on the computer? I would have figured you'd be on trying to buy the concert tickets," I said.

"I'm getting them today," she said going back to her book. "I'm meeting up with some friends and we're going to go buy them together. You wanna come?" she asked, looking at me. I sighed.

"Nah. I think I'm just gonna chill here for today. Walk around for a bit and do nothing, y'know? I'd much rather enjoy my day off." I resisted flourishing "day off" with air quotes.

"Lucky whore," she teased, smiling. "Hey, don't be using words I taught you against me, now! I know a hell of a lot more terms than you; I can totally pwn you," I retaliated, smirking. She rolled her eyes and I yawned again. "What time are you leaving?" I asked. She looked at her watch.

"Oh, crap. I was supposed to be gone by now," she said hurriedly and grabbed her purse and house keys. "I'll see you later!" she smiled and squealed at me and added, 'I can't believe we're going to the concert!" and left me alone in the room staring at the bed above me. I couldn't help but feel relieved that she was gone; it gave me time to think about my current situation and how I was planning on fixing it.

"I believe this calls for some drastic action," I muttered to myself. "TO THE WANTED ADS!" I sat bolt upright in bed and knocked my head against Mi-Young's bed and flopped back down in pain with many exclamations of "JESUS CHRIST!" and "HOLY SHIT!" and a number of other profanities as well as some Korean.

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I had taken a shower, dressed in jeans, a dark brown fitted sweater, and high heeled boots which I had tucked my jeans into, and eaten breakfast, all in about 10 minutes. (Which is surprisingly fast since I was known for spending a much longer amount of time in the shower than what was thought as inhumanly possible). I told Mi-Young's parents that I was going out for a bit and I'll be back in a couple of hours, grabbed my purse, and within a few seconds outside, I was armed with the newspaper Wanted Ads (that I can some-what decipher....little words here and there), a red pen, and some money for food.

I took a deep breath and started walking in the direction of a park Mi-Young and I often go to just to hang out sometimes. There, I started sifting through the ads to see what it was I was actually capable of doing. I picked up words like "chef" (no), "zoo animal caretaker" (hell no!), and a lot of other things I was seriously not capable of doing. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. DAMMIT THERE'S NOTHING!

I folded the paper over in annoyance and looked at the people wandering around the park. Oh, these people...wandering around with not a care in the world (ok, well...they do but...you know what I mean) and just going about their business. I HATE THEM! THEY HAVE JOBS!! I clawed my fingers into my hair again, and stared at the ground, thinking. (More like going "my life...is fucked up.") I did that for about 10 seconds, then got up and decided to just walk around the city and maybe even look into stores with "Help Wanted" signs posted.

I looked at street vendors selling their goods and food and contemplated doing that, but that fell in the line of "chef" and I couldn't cook to save my life. If I had done that job I most likely accidentally poison my customers...then I'd be wanted for murder. And I am jailbait. So, no thanks. I checked my watch. It was still pretty early for lunch so I decided to go into a department store and browse around. It was run by a really nice lady, of middle age (she looked like she was 26, omg. But knowing how the aging process works around here, I'm guessing she was actually 30-40 years of age. What the hell...) and asked if I needed help finding anything. I told her I was just looking, but asked if she had any job openings available (I said this in almost perfect Korean. Yes, I am good!). "Hmm...I'm not hiring as of right now, but I'll be happy to give you an application," she told me, smiling. My heart sank, but an application was better than nothing. And right now....I needed something.


"Oh yes, please. That'd be great," I answered. She nodded and beckoned me to follow her to her front desk where she dug in a drawer and pulled out a one-sheet application and handed it to me.


"You can fill this out at home and hand it to me whenever you like," she said. She smiled at me and asked "Is there anything else you need?"

"Oh, no. Thank you, this is enough," I said bowing to her. 'Thank you very much, have a nice day!"

"You too!" she called after me as I left the shop, feeling good about myself. One job application acquired...a hundred more to go. But I wasn't about to let that dampen my good mood. THIS APPLICATION HELD THE PROMISE OF A JOB! HELL YEAH!! I stuffed the application in my purse and went to prowl some more potential job sites.

I walked around for hours, and so far I had gotten two more applications, both also at department stores, though neither was hiring at the moment. Curses. I checked my watch; though I didn't really need to since it was past mid-day and the sun was starting to set. Oh, and I had completely missed lunch. Well....more like I had forgotten to buy some lunch because I was so busy and pre-occupied. I dug in my purse for my cell phone to check if I had any missed calls. I had 15. All from Mi-Young's parents at home. Oh shit....I'm in so much trouble.

I hurriedly called home and her mother answered on the first ring.

"Yobuseyo?" she said. (For those of you wondering, that's how Koreans say "hello" on the phone.)

"Anyunghaseyo, Unni," I answered, sounding really guilty. She must have been worried sick about me. I heard her say with relief and answer me in heavily accented English. She was self-conscious about her accent so she didn't like to speak the language much. Which is good for me, because I was really trying to practice my Korean.

"Kimi! Where have you been? My husband and I have been worried sick about you!"

"I apologize," I said. "I lost track of time. I was taking in the sites and just kind of...lost it. I should have been paying more attention to the time, I'm sorry." My stomach clenched with guilt at having to lie to her, but I also didn't want her to find out that I had lost my job. The family had enough on their plates without me adding my problems. "Did Mi-Young go to work yet?" I asked.

"Yes, she left a while ago. She left her cell phone here, so she couldn't call you to figure out where you were. You had us all worried, you know!"

"I'm sorry," I apologized again. "I'll be home really soon, ok? I promise."

"Ok, be careful. Call to let us know where you are and when you're coming home."

"I will. Again, I'm sorry."


"It's ok. Just be careful, and call to tell us where you are and when you're coming home."

"Dae," I said and told her goodbye and hung up. Now I felt really bad and promised myself that I would stop by one more place and then go straight home.

"Straight home," I muttered to myself. I walked around for a couple more hours, trying to find a place that would give me a job along the lines of waitressing (which is what I was good at, anyway.) By sunset, I had stumbled upon this little bar and figured "why not?"

Ok, I know running a bar isn't exactly waitressing, but seriously, it's better than nothing. I walked in and bowed in greeting to the man at the stove (and the customers who all gave me a little nod in return), whom I assumed was the owner (I hoped). He greeted me with a hearty "welcome" and a small smile and a bow. I smiled back and came up to him asking if he had some job openings available. He opened his mouth to say something but the abrupt halt of the karaoke music made him hold his tongue and look up. That was when I took a really good look at the occupants.

One man was sitting next to a woman with short hair and a white zip-up sweatshirt. She had on a black turtleneck underneath and black pants; running shoes covered her feet and she looked positively exhausted. The man sitting next to her also wore a black turtleneck, but he wore a light tan blazer over his and black trousers. He wore expensive looking shoes and an expensive looking watch on his wrist. I assumed this man was their boss. I looked at the others.

One man, who I could tell was somewhat shorter than the rest, had on a tight (omg, ew!) green short-sleeved shirt (in this weather!? it's fucking freezing!) and acid-washed jeans. He was really...muscular, but he didn't look rather smart. I guess you could say he was the "all brawn and no brain" type looking kind of guy. (Think of Crabbe and Goyle from "Harry Potter") He also wore running shoes and was staring at the man at the karaoke machine.

This guy was wearing a black jacket and dark jeans and running shoes (what is it with these people and running shoes?!).....and he kinda looked like a sleaze-ball. I looked at the final person sitting down and I had to stifle a gasp. OMG, HE WAS SO HOT! He wore a dark orange turtleneck, a dark denim jacket, khaki pants, and nice, fancy shoes. (Also expensive looking, omg) He had a chiseled face, short hair sculpted perfectly with gel, and really hot looking (*cough-more like INCREDIBLE SEXY!-cough*) lips. Omg, I almost died from the hotness overload! I quickly looked at the floor and pressed my palm to my face, trying to cool my heated cheeks from my involuntary blush o' doom. CRAP CRAP CRAP!!!

The sleaze-ball looking guy looked really pissed about something (I managed to look up and witness what was going on without having a massive heart attack) and sat down next to Mr. Sexy (yes....I named him) and took a bottle of Soju and poured into a shot cup and drained it. One of the workers came up to Stove Man (the owner who I just named as of now) and asked in hushed tones, "What do we do now? He looks like he's gonna blow."

Stove Man answered calmly though I could tell he was on edge too, "If anything happens....remove the hot pot." I was proud of myself that I understood that much, but then I started to get confused and scared as the customers started getting into this really heated argument about something, and apparently the woman was at the center of it. Then suddenly, it turned into a fistfight! I placed my hands to my mouth, as I witnessed Mr. Sleaze-ball grab Mr. Sexy by the collar of his jacket and punch him in the face!

Stove Man told Mr. Purple Sweater (the worker who looked uneasy beforehand) to take away the hot pot and he and Mr. Purple Sweater and Mr. Multi-Colored Striped Sweater went to take some things out of harms way before anyone got hurt. Then Mr. Sexy started yelling at Expressionless Woman (the only female there...besides me) and then at Mr. Sleaze-ball. Apparently he had pinched a nerve because Mr. Sleaze-ball (whom Mr. Sexy called "Shin." I'm guessing that's his name) tried to land another blow but Mr. Sexy blocked him (YAY!). Then it really got bad because the two of them started fighting again and Mr. Shin knocked Mr. Sexy to the floor and Expressionless Woman started to say something but I couldn't hear her. I was too scared to listen properly anymore. I looked at the dumb looking guy and saw that he was steadily drinking Soju and looked pissed. Um....maybe I should leave?

I saw Stove Man gesture to Mr. Purple Sweater and he came over to me and told me everything was going to be ok and stood in front of me. I hadn't realized I had backed against the wall and was staring at the scene, shaking from head to foot. Then Mr. Tight Green Shirt (the dumb looking guy) suddenly stood up and flipped over the tables!! Not just the one he was sitting at, but all of them! Wtf?! He then started yelling at everyone and that kinda made everyone cool down but the atmosphere was still pretty tense. Then after Mr. Tight Green Shirt blew off some steam, he took his jacket and left the bar. The others exchanged glances, Mr. Shin said something to Mr. Sexy (whose lip was not bleeding. OH NO!! -sad face-) and also left. Then one by one the other three left, but not before The Boss apologized for his colleagues' behavior to Stove Man. Stove Man said not to worry about it.

Mr. Purple Sweater stepped from in front of me and bowed, saying he was sorry I had to see that. I nodded still some-what shaky and said it was no problem...in a really really weak voice. Stove Man came and told Mr. Purple Sweater to go help Mr. Multi-Colored Striped sweater clean up and he will join them later. I stood rooted to my spot, still shaking and wide-eyed. Stove Man came to me and said (and I surprisingly understood it), "About you looking for a job, I do have an opening, but as you can see, this place gets pretty violent and I don't think this is any place for a young girl like yourself to work. You would most likely get hurt."


I nodded. I knew he was right; and after what I just witnessed I kind of didn't want to work here anyway. Finally able to bring some control over my shaking body, I bowed and thanked Stove Man for his help....and then got the fuck out of there. I walked a little ways away from the bar, then dug into my purse and brought out my cell phone. It was already dark outside and I really needed to call home. I punched in the number and waited for someone to answer. Mi-Young's mother did again.


"Unni! It's me," I said. "I'm on my way home now, I'm just going to get something to eat then I'll come straight home, ok?"

"All right. Come home soon," she said and we hung up. I put my phone back into my purse and found a nearby street vendor and got something to eat. I sat at a small table and brought out the want ads from my purse and was able to make out some words in the small light of the vendor. A few minutes later a girl about my age came and asked if anyone was sitting next to me. I told her no and she graciously took the seat. As I ate, I circled potential jobs I could be able to do and crossed out ones that I had no interest in doing.

"Are you looking for a job?" asked the girl beside me after about 10 minutes. I looked up at her. She was very pretty with hair tied back in a low ponytail and light make-up. She wore a black (or dark blue, I couldn't tell) hoodie and a denim mini skirt and knee-high boots. (Wasn't she cold?! Again, it's FREEZING! IT'S WINTER!!)


"Yes," I answered. "I just lost my old one. It kinda sucks." She nodded and said, "Well, the company I work for is always looking for new people, if you're interested."


I looked at her. "What kind of company do you work for?" I asked.


"It's a modeling agency. I'm one of the models." She was a model? No wonder she was so pretty!! -uber sad face- I smiled and said politely, "I'm not really much of a model....hell, I don't even think I'm that good looking to begin with."


"You don't necessarily have to be a model. There are other things too. If you don't want to be a model, then you can help the staff carry the equipment."


"How much does it pay?"


"I'm not sure....I can ask the manager for you. Here, I'll even give you his card." She dug in her purse and brought out a business card and a piece of paper and wrote down her name and phone number and handed them both to me. "He's in the country right now, so it should be no problem for you to set up a meeting with him. This is my name and cell phone number so you can tell him I sent you."


I looked at the business card and saw that the manager's primary office was in Hong Kong and I gaped at her. "He works in Hong Kong?!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted. If I took this job, that means I'll have to move again....


I considered my options. I had checked around practically almost all (well...y'know, not really, but a lot of places) around Seoul and nobody was hiring. I checked at the bar, and was scared shitless due a a bar fight that broke out. I was seriously in need of a job and right now, this one really sounded promising, and like she said, I didn't have to be a model. I looked at the piece of paper with her name and number on it.


"So your name is Lee Su-Jung," I said, looking at her. She nodded. "And you are?" she asked.


"Kimi Holmes. Is there any possible way you could meet me at the park tomorrow around 4:30? I'd like to talk to you more about this job and possibly getting an interview."

Forbidden (Chapter 2)

I'm spitting up chapters like a baby spits up baby food!! =D Now in the previous chapter, i have to say that i DID have to watch part of episode one again cuz i forgot the setting of the arrest and all, but i hope you guys liked it anyway. it really make me wish there was a section on fanfiction.net where i could post this.....-sigh- oh well! i like it here anyway! ON TO CHAPTER TWO!

Chapter 2

It had been three weeks since the news of Buffalo's arrest made headlines, but for the past couple days that was all anyone could ever talk about. Well....everyone that is except for my friend Mi-Young. She was still on about that Super Junior concert that would happen that she was dead set on going. But today I was awoken early, not by her screaming for joy at finally finding out the date, but by my buzzing alarm clock. I swear I was going to turn that thing into small, little, faulty, plastic parts one day. I rolled over and hit the snooze button, returning it back to silence so I could get at least another 5 minutes of sleep. Unfortunately that didn't last long, because I heard Mi-Young shift on her bed, and yawn. I lay still, waiting for her to either lie back down and go to sleep, or move and to straight to the computer again.

My second guess was correct. Great. I closed my eyes as she descended down the ladder and managed to peak through my eyelashes and see her turning on her Mac (Satanic computers bent on destroying the world with their fucking TARDNESS!) and plant her non-existent butt (since everyone says Asians don't have any. Lucky them....) on the leather seat in front of it. I immediately closed my eyes and placed the pillow over my head and braced myself for another squeal-fest.

5...4...3...2...

"HO MY GOOOOOOOOOOD!!!"

And it starts.... Y'know I'm starting to think that The Internet is the most horrible thing that has been bestowed upon the youth of Korea, because of people like Mi-Young who wake up at GODAWFUL hours of the morning just to see if tickets to a fucking concert are out yet!! God!! I heard about this boot-camp parents send their kids who are like Internet-addicts. Maybe I should persuade Mi-Young's parents to ship her off there.

"Kimi! Kimi! Wake up!!" she squeaked at me. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!! Wake u~up!!!!" She threw a small cushion at me. Which I caught. And threw back. And it hit her in the face.

"No," I said. "You. Shush. Me. Sleep. Do not. Say. A word."

"But--"

"NYAH! Nothing. Got it?" She bit her lip and opened her mouth to start to say something again but I stopped her with a fierce look. "Not. A. Word. I will find out the date of the concert later, when I'm fully awake. Ok?" She nodded and picked up a pencil and paper and looked at me, expectantly.

"No, you can't even write it down." She pouted. I glared at said "Go. Shower. I will meet you downstairs for breakfast in 20 minutes and then you can tell me when the friggen concert is, ok?" I was about to go all Mad-Hatter on her ass if she didn't leave me to 5 minutes of rest right now. Fortunately for both her and me she left to go take a shower and I got my five extra minutes. Unfortunately cuz Life's a fucking BITCH like that, I couldn't even sleep my extra five minutes so.......I instead went to the now vacant computer and decided to check my email which I haven't done in.......well, ever.

I typed in the URL to Yahoo, and typed in my username and password and was greeted with the Yahoo homepage telling me that I had 45 brand new messages!! Yay!! Cuh-rap. I thought about just deleting them all and signing out, but part of me wanted to know if Ali had sent me anything in the half-a-year that I had "mysteriously vanished." So, against my better judgement (*cough- more like my obnoxious curiousity-cough*) I clicked the little rectangle with the envelope icon that said "You have 45 new mail messages!" and prepared myself.

Fortunately, only one or two emails were from Ali just saying the occasional "hey, what's up?' and some juicy information from my old school, A.Y. Jackson Secondary School. (And by "juicy" I mean DRAMA! There's always drama there.) I remember this one time, I think a couple years ago or something there was this kid in my chemistry class named Henry--wicked good at violin and dancing and stuff--he tried out for this audition thing in Ontario and actually got in (not really drama but good enough news to cause a stir in the community). Turns out he's doing pretty well for himself because he got chosen to be in this band called Super Junior M, and since Mi-Young has, like, anything Super Junior related, she made me listen to their CD and watch their "U" video (which she favorited on Youtube when it first came out in '08.......at least 20 times), I saw him jammin' out on his violin and dancing at the same time. Kid's good. Of course, when I told Mi-Young that he went to school with me and was in my Chemistry class she flipped and wanted me to promise her that I will get her his autograph. Humoring myself more than her, I told her I'll try my best and see if he actually remembers me first before I could get his autograph.

Anyway, back to the email thing. I clicked on the most recent email from Ali that she sent me (about 2 months ago) and began reading. It read as follows:

KIIIMIIII!!!
Why did you leeeeeave me?! DDD: I miss you!
And for your grandparents? Wtf? But I guess its okay. I still love you I swear! But school is ssoooooo boring without you. I mean I still have Duckie, but still. WHO WILL I TALK TO ME ABOUT CUTE ASAIN BOYS AND ANIME? Whaaa, Im so deprived naaaaao.
BUT ANYWAY! Whats up with you? Why did you leave? Are you having fun in...OHIO? Are there cute boys in OHIO? You better get some form of messanger so we can still talk missy!
But still. YOU HAD BETTER STAY HAPPY AND HEALTHY AND A VIRGIN TILL YOU GET BACK! No getting raped in those mean streets of OHIO. Unless he's cute. Or if you rape him. Then its okay :D
BYE BYE KIMI-CHAN I LUFF YOU!
ps: you had better message me back, you, or imma sick henry on you. fosho.

I snorted. Ohio? That's be best my parents could come up with to cover up my running away? Guess they really didn't care since they came up with that lie and didn't even bother to call the cops. Oh well, that's good for me, I guess. I don't have to worry about being tailed. I focused on the rest of the email. I laughed. Typical Ali. That's pretty much how her brain operated; always with cute asian guys, sex, and anime. Not that that was a bad thing. She amuses me greatly with that mind of hers.

I decided to answer her back with a message saying that I'm fine and I'm doing good in Ohio. (Blech.) It was only one or two small paragraphs, compared to her bigass one, but while I was writing it, I was struggling not to say too much about my current location or get too much into detail about why I suddenly just upped and left. I didn't want her to go into a massive best-friend-i'mma-call-the-bomb-squad-because-you-fucking-ran-away-and-left-without-so-much-as-a-goodbye-you-inconsiderate-bitch frenzy. Maybe when I get enough money I'll go back and visit and tell her the whole story. I just hope I won't get too much hate when I do.

After 15 minutes of waiting, Mi-Young finally came out of the shower, dressed in darkwash jeans, a yellow ribbon belt thing around her waist, a green (like bright) zippered-up collared sweatshirt with white stripes. Once again her hair was down, and light makeup colored her face.

"Aha!" she said when she saw me at the computer. "You were checking the date for the concert! I knew it!" I grinned and reclined in the chair.

"No, Missy. I was just checking my e-mail. I wanted to see if my friend sent anything."

"Ooh. Did she? Or he? Whatever?"

"Yeah, she did. Just the normal, 'hey, how are you?' Nothing else, really. The rest was all spam so I deleted it."

"Did you tell your friend you moved to Korea? I'm sure she'd want to know that. That's a big move from Canada," she said. I hesitated slightly, but managed to pull my composure quickly.

"Yeah," I said. "She knows I'm here. I told her a while ago that I was moving here, so it's all good. She was surprised at first, but she managed to accept it, no matter how hard it was for both of us." I kept my mouth shut about the "I" being "my parents" and the "here" being "Ohio." Mi-Young nodded and said, "Well that's good! At least she's not too worried," she looked at me and grinned, "I mean it's not like you're starving or anything. We treat you well here, don't we?"

I smiled. "No, you're totally depriving me of food and locking me in a basement," I said sarcastically. We laughed. "So any plans for today?" I asked after a few minutes.

"Hm....well, it's the weekend and we don't have work til 4..." said Mi-Young. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "...and it's 8am. What are we gonna do for another 8 hours?" We thought in silence.

"Wanna go see a movie?" I suggested. "What's playing?" she asked. "Well, I saw this commercial a couple days ago about this movie that looked interesting. It's about this guy, who meets this girl who's a time traveller or something....it looked interesting. Apparently the guy is like a really big Chinese pop-singer; they kept emphasizing it in the commercial." I grinned.

"You mean 'Secret?'" my friend asked. "That's the one," I answered, snapping my fingers and pointing at her. Yup, I pulled a 'Fonz.' (If you haven't seen "Happy Days" then you are seriously deprived).

"I suppose we could see that," she said shrugging. My face fell. "We don't have to if you don't want to," I added, "it was just a suggesstion. I'm sure we could find something else." I hated feeling like I was imposing my idea on her....I hate that feeling of imposing on anyone in general, really. That's why I offered to pay rent while I stay here.

"Oh no, I want to see it. It looks good!" replied Mi-Young, looking at me and smiled. I looked at her insecurely, but nodded in the end as we agreed to see the movie. "Now you should go take a shower, and I'll check to see what time the movie starts," she added and booted me out of the computer seat. I grinned and huffed as if I was reluctant to go shower, but I grabbed my bath things anyway and went to cleanse myself.

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The movie was good, it succeeded our expectations and then some. Though there were some parts that I didn't particularly understand even with Mi-Young whispering translations in my ear since I could barely read the Korean subtitles. (YAY FOR ILLITERACY!) After the movie was over we still had plenty of time to kill (it was about 11/12-ish when we got out) so we decided to go have lunch at a small street vendor. We then walked around the city for a bit, wasting time, and when the time for work arrived, we actually made it early. (Much to the surprise of our boss and co-workers. YEAH, SUCKAS!)

Our busy shift came earlier than usual today, starting at around 4:10 instead of 5, so we were running around as usual taking orders as fast as we could, and graciously accepting tips that came our way. As the night wore on, though, it seemed like it just kept getting busier and busier by the second and we ended up staying open 5 minutes past closing time, and we had to shoo away late comers looking for a meal, apologizing endlessly.

Thankfully the night finally ended and we were all cleaning up when the last customers left, thanking us for the delicious meal and telling us to have a good night. They told Sam-sik, who was their waiter that his tip was on the table. He thanked them, smiling, and told them to have a wonderful evening. But as soon as they were out of the restaurant and heading home, I heard him mutter how he wishes they get food poisoning for making us close late having to wait for them to get the fuck out.

"Language, Oppa," I teased him in Korean as he went back to washing tables, and I washed windows. He rolled his eyes at me but said nothing and continued to scrub the table so ferociously that I seriously thought he was going to break it in half.

"They deserve friggen food poisoning for keeping us," he said darkly to the table he ws cleaning. Everyone laughed but the fun quickly died down when our boss came into view and called me.

"Boss....is something wrong?" inquired Jin. Our boss looked around cheerfully and said, "Why are you all so serious? No one's died, I just need to talk to Kimi," he looked at me before adding, "When you're done come see me in my office," and left once again. Curious, I finished my chore quickly and headed to the Boss's office.

Five minutes later I stepped out of the Boss's office feeling numb and suddenly drained. The others had all finished their chores and were waiting for me to tell them news of what had just happened, but I ignored them all.

"Mi-Young," I said, in a cheerful voice, "are you finished yet? I'm tired and I kind of want to go home." She nodded and said that she was finished and told the others goodbye and that we will see them tomorrow. I bowed to them and left along with her.

"So what did the boss what?" she asked me in the cab ride home. I was spacing so I didn't really hear her and she had to shake me to get my attention.

"I'm sorry, what?" I said, snapping out of my daze. She smiled and looked at me as wondering if I was ok for a second. "I asked what the boss wanted to talk to you about," she repeated.

"Oh that," I said, returning her smile. I shrugged. "Oh, nothing much. Just that I've been working so hard he decided to give me a day off, that's all."

"Really? That's great! I heard he rarely decides to give workers a day off. Good for you!"

"Yeah....good for me," I said quietly and stared out the window. I reached my hand into the pocket of my trousers and clutched a small little envelope the boss had given me. That small little envelope......is my last paycheck.

Forbidden (Chapter 1)

Well, well! Seems like my little fanfic here has gotten some good hits and i'm very honored to have them!! Seeing as how most of you liked the prologue, HERE'S CHAPTER ONE FOR YOUR READING PLEASURE! =DD



ps- due to my habit of drinking large amounts of coffee, i feel i must warn you that as the storyline progresses, it will get more and more.........graphic. :D THAT SAID, ENJOY!!!


pss- sorry if i made any mistakes on the Romanization of the Korean language...that shit's pretty damn hard to Romanize. So Kelly, if i have HORRIBLE SPELLING! deal. with. it. I tried my best. xD

Chapter 1

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

The earsplitting sound of my roommate shrieking at the top of her lungs woke me up, and made me sit bolt upright in bed, knocking my head against the bed above me. That's right, I sleep in a bunk bed, my bed's on the bottom, my roommate's on the top. Anyway, my head exploded with pain and I grabbed at it, trying to dumb it down a bit.....though I'm pretty sure that it was me who was now slightly dumbed down. With watery eyes, I glared at my roommate, Mi-Young, who was sitting at the computer screen, a really big grin on her face.

"YA!" I yelled, using the Korean word for "hey" which was about the easiest thing for me to pick up since I started living in Seoul for about 6 months now. ""Why are you screaming so early in the morning?! Why are you even up at--" I checked the clock on my night table "--7 in the morning?!" I screamed all this in English, since I'm still not that familiar with the language yet. But that's good considering Mi-Young could speak my language too.

"Byanae, Unni," she said looking at me. In case your wondering "Unni" is a term used by women and girls to address another woman who is older than her. I'm about 5 months older than Mi-Young so she calls me that....and "Byanae" means "I'm sorry."

She continued to look at me, the smile slowly coming back to her beautiful face. Like all Koreans she was pale, with almond-shaped eyes the color of onyx, and she had sleek shoulder-length hair which was now held in place in a bun in the back of her head. She wore a two piece polyester-trying-to-pass-as-silk light pink pajama, and Hello Kitty slippers on her feet. Why Hello Kitty? My only explanation would be because Koreans like cute things. Anyway, back on topic.

I rubbed my head continuing to glare at her.

"All right, so you're sorry, but that doesn't explain why you were screaming in the first place!" I scolded her. Her smile widened to show me her perfect white teeth. Damn you Koreans and your perfectness!!

She started to get excited again and waving her arms close to her body and bouncing in her seat. Dear Lord, something better be important for her to act like this.....I braced myself for the explosion of happiness.

"SUPER JUNIOR'S HAVING A CONCERT NEXT MONTH!!!" she screamed at me, completely giddy. (Super Junior is a really, really, really, REALLY, big boy band here in Korea, where any girl between the ages of 13 and up, have wild fantasies about getting impregnated with the baby of a member of their choice and having a really romantic relationship with if them if they ever got a chance to meet them. There are 13 members, and millions of girls are in love with each one. You do the math. That's a lot of fucking babies.)

I looked at her, not saying anything. That news really did pique my interest, and yes, I admit that I was slowly turning into one of these Pod-Girls that completely worship Super Junior; I even had my top two faves!! (Kim Kibum and Choi Siwon, omg, they're HOT!) HOWEVER, since I had been living here in Korea and started my job, I had made it clear to my co-workers, and Mi-Young, since she works with me, that I do not faun all over boy bands. I didn't even to that with NSYNC and the Backstreet Boys. (Though there's somethin' about these asians that make me want to.)

That being said, Mi-Young stared at me, hoping to get a reaction out of me, and her smile slowly died.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked. I got out of bed and straighted my pj's which were also made of polyester-trying-to-pass-as-silk material, but instead of being pink, mine were dark blue, with poka-dots; and my top was a tank-top.

"Mi-Young ssi," I said, " I told you before, I like Super Junior, they're music is interesting.......but I don't drool all over them like you do." I smirked and added, "Though this concert seems like fun. Are you planning on going?"

"OMG, ARE YOU INSANE FOR ASKING ME THAT QUESTION?! OF COURSE I'M PLANNING ON GOING!!!! AND YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!!!"

"Fine, fine. When is it?"

She looked at the computer screen. "Uhh.....it doesn't say. It just says 'next month, date to be determined.' Crap. BUT WHEN THE DATE COMES OUT, I'M TOTALLY BUYING TICKETS!!!" She squealed. "I'M SO EXCITED!!!" She then proceeded to stand up and actually do the dance movements to SJ's new song "Sorry Sorry" (which is REALLY catchy) and sing. I seriously had to restrain myself from jumping in and dancing with her. Ugh. Fine...I'll admit it. I fucking LOVE Super Junior!!! Happy!?

"Yeah, while you do that....I'm gonna get ready for breakfast," I said and grabbed my giant fluffy towel from one of my many bags and headed for Mi-Young's bathroom. As soon as I was outside in the hallway, I could smell her mother's cooking and my mouth watered. Did I mention that I'm living with Mi-Young and her parents and that it's a HUGE deal for them to have invited me to their home so I tried to be on my best behavior as often as I possibly could? Which is like.......everyday?! Yeah, well, that's true. I started living with her a couple months back when I was struggling with my first job (it SUCKED!!) and I was on break in a nearby cafe. She sat next to me and we started talking, and I told her how I was living in a cheap hotel since I just moved here, and blah, blah, blah, and we started becoming good friends. She said she was working at a restaurant that payed a damn better amount than what I was making at the time, and she persuaded the manager to give me a job. I later met her parents after a couple of weeks, and they agreed to let me stay; though I insisted on paying rent, even though they said I didn't have to.

Anyway, after I finished my shower and changed into a denim mini-skirt, black leggings, and a purple hoodie, I went downstairs to enjoy a delicious Korean breakfast. (Seriously, it's delicious. You should try it sometime.)

"Anyunghaseyo, Unni," I greeted Mi-Young's mother. She greeted me in return with a smile and started to set the table for breakfast. Seeing her bustling around, made me feel bad (guilty conscience for imposing on them, even though they said I could, I suppose) and in my best Korean, I asked if she needed any help.

"Aniyo, I'm fine. You just sit down and get ready for breakfast," she said. ("Aniyo" means "no") I kept insisting on helping, however, until she gently took me by the hand and led me to my seat at the table and sat me down. I guess she really doesn't want my help. But I feel bad!! But, not wanting to disobey her and seem rude, I sat down and played with my silverware. The bustling of feet coming down the stairs made me look up just in time to see Mi-Young practically flying down the steps. She was wearing the same clothes as I was, except her leggings and hoodie were white. Her hair fell straight down and she wore a little bit of pink lip-gloss and blush. I had my hair in ponytail and no matter how I looked at her, Mi-Young always manages to make me feel self-conscious about my appearance. Curse you Mi-Young and your beauty!!!!

"Mom! Mom! Mom!!" she called as she skidded to a halt at the kitchen table. Her mother looked up, her expression wary. Whenever Mi-Young acted like this....she wanted something.

"Dae?" responded her mother. "Dae" means "yes" in Korean. Mi-Young put on her best cute-face and posed her best cute-pose and asked, "Umma (Mom/Mommy), Super Junior is having a concert next month, and I was wondering if Kimi and I can go." She said all this in Korean so I didn't really catch much of that, except for my name so that made me look up.

"When next month?"

"The website didn't say--"

"Then no." Mi-Young's face fell like she had just been told Kim Heechul (her fave SJ member) was getting married (God for-bid, what-ever shall we do?) .

"Wha-?! But Mo~om!!! I have to go!!! It's really really really important!!!" she pouted. "Please, please, please, please, please!!"

"Unless I know the date, then no."

"Ammuni!!" She was starting to throw a tantrum, kinda like one of those tantrums that Han Ji-Eun throws in the drama "Full House." She continued to beg her mother, until she finally caved and said (this part I know) that she will have to think about it with her father. Mi-Young stopped immediately to consider this, her face wary. Her father was a really tough man, and if he said "no" then it's NO! She gave her mother a long look but ultimately complied to her request and sat down next to me for breakfast.

"What are you? Four?" I whispered to her in English. "No offense, but that was majorly embarrassing for me to witness."

"It was embarrassing for me too, but if it gets Mom to get me to go to that concert, then it was worth it."

After her mother had finished setting up the table and her father had come down to eat with us, we all enjoyed our meal.

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Since Mi-Young and I didn't have anything to do all day until 4 when we had to go to work, we decided to do a bit of window shopping to pass time, but once 4 started to come around (much too soon for my taste) we bolted it back home and changed into our uniforms which consisted of a clean white-collared shirt, black trousers, black shoes, and a halter-top vest....thing. We quickly threw up our hair in buns and told her parents good-bye and that we'll see them soon. By the time we made it to work at the restaurant, we had 10 minutes to spare, and our boss was not. happy. And I got the most shit from him, since I was "here under special circumstances and should be more considerate of others if i do not wish to lose my job" as he said. (Well....from what Mi-Young translated for me. I need to do some more studying...)

Anyway, the busy shift hadn't even started yet (that usually starts at 5-ish) so we filled our time by serving other customers. Before too long the busy shift really got started and we were up to our elbows in orders and running around like chickens with our heads cut off. By the time we were able to close up for the night I was so beat, I wanted nothing more than to just lay down on the floor and pass out. But the floor's disgusting, and we still had to clean up.

I was busy sweeping the floor and Mi-Young was cleaning the windows when our co-worker Park Chang-Su beckoned for us to come over by his table so we can read the newspaper that he had gotten. (Well, Mi-Young can read it and she can tell me what it says. God, according to Korean standards, I'm fucking retarded!!) The table was crowded with our other co-workers all gathered around Chang-so, each looking over his shoulder.

"What?! The notorious gangster/ drug ring Mob Boss, Buffalo, got arrested last night?!" exclaimed another co-worker of mine Han Sam-Sik. He grabbed the newspaper from the table and passed it around to everyone. Mi-Young and I were the last to get it, and my friend eagerly took it to see what it read and skimmed the page.

" 'Last night notorious mob-boss, Buffalo, was arrested by police on the waters of the Han-Gang river after being chased out of his illegal casino by police. Buffalo, as most know, was in charge of a drug ring with ties with Southeast Asia. Lieutenant Cha Soo-Kyung of the Violent Crimes Division along with her team carried out the arrest but it was Prosecutor Kim Jae-Yoon, who was taken hostage by Buffalo, who was really responsible for it. He courageously jumped out of the boat he was being held captive in, and dragged Buffalo along with him.' "

"Ehh? So it was the Prosecutor who "arrested" him? Wow, some police we have," stated Jin. (She another female co-worker of ours. We don't know her last name, since she wouldn't tell us, so we just call her Jin).

"Yeah, well, I wanna know what it was he was doing in the Casino in the first place," piped Sam-Sik.

"He could have been in the wrong place at the wrong time," stated Mi-Young.

"Yeah, but still, that's pretty fishy....I mean, he's a Prosecutor, why would he feel the need to go to a Casino? And an illegal one nonetheless," I chipped in my two cents, in the best Korean I could spit out.

"All right, all right, all right, that's enough out of you rascals," stated our boss as he took the newspaper and rolled it up. "It's late, you all did a good job today, so go home and get some rest." He lightly bopped each of us on our heads as we filed out of the restaurant. "Good night and see you all tomorrow!"

"Good night!!" we called as we each headed our own ways. As I took a cab home with Mi-Young, I listened to her talk about the Super Junior concert she was certain she and I were going to go to and tried to keep my eyes open until we made it home, but sleep overcame me and I ended up leaning against her shoulder the rest of the way. The last thought I had before I completely zonked out was whether or not I should check my e-mail to see if Ali was worried about me. I should probably do that soon.

Forbidden (Prologue)

Hello and welcome to my new blog! I just created this account cuz i got bored with my other one, and to just vent my ideas and creativeness. :3 so right now i'm starting this little story i came up with while watching my all time FAVORITE korean drama of all time (as of yet) H.I.T.!! the story focuses on one of the detetives, Detective Kim Il-Ju and my very own made-up (NOT MARY SUE!) character. It's setting is in episode 6 where the detectives all go to Hong Kong to find some girls who have gone missing after they went to go try and become aspiring models.

I had this story in my head ever since i finished watching the series a couple years ago. (i highly recommend it, it's soooo good! i stayed up till 2am finishing it! omg, it's awesome!) so, anyway, i hope you all enjoy my little fanfic! here's the prologue!

ps- Detective Kim Il-Ju looks like this: http://www.hancinema.net/voir_une_photo.php?table=individus&id_objet=2087&id=35803&copyright (played by Korean Actor Jeong Dong-Jin. teh hotness omg.)

Prologue

I sat on the plane, staring out the window at the clouds rolling by, listening to the Korean pop music eminating from the Airline headphones on one of the music stations. I don't remember the name of the band, or the song, I just knew that it was music, it sounded good, and I liked it. It didn't matter that I didn't understand a word of it; as long as it's music. I glanced at the woman beside me who was listening to a Korean Drama with her headphones staring at the giant screen in front of us, she was crying so I guessed the drama was good. Apparently a Korean Drama isn't good unless you can reduce the viewer to tears in the process. I didn't really get all that, but the dramas seem to be doing all right by their standards.


Oh, and if you're wondering why everything I just mentioned has something to do with Korea, that's because I'm on KoreanAir on my way to Korea. I managed to scrape up enough money from my job back home to buy myself a plane ticket. Why Korea you ask? Because it's far away. Far away from all the shit that happened in my life. Far away from my abusive father, my drunk mother, and that run-down shack we called a home. I didn't tell them where I was going; like they would care anyway. I just packed up my things one day and left, and didn't tell anyone; not even my best friend Ali. I'd imagine she'd be pretty freakin pissed when she found out I won't be in school tomorrow. And well, I told my boss that I was quitting, but other than him, that's about it. No one else knew where I was or where I was going, and that was just fine with me. I'm used to being alone.


I continued to stare out the window and daydream about what it was that I was planning to do once I actually got into the country. I guess I really hadn't thought of that....oops. Oh well, that's the whole point about this adventure isn't it? Starting anew with a new life, where no one knows you and finally making a name for yourself. I suppose I could get a job.....where? I don't know.....I'd have to ask around. I smiled as I imagined myself asking in severely broken Korean where I would be able to find a job, and the natives staring at me as if I had two heads with my little English to Korean book in my hand. I surpressed a giggle.


The "ding!" of the pilot about to make an announcement flooded the airplane, breaking me out of my trance.
"Good Afternoon, passengers, this is your Captain speaking, we will be ariving at the Seoul National Airport in a little over 10 minutes. We thank you for riding KoreanAir with us and we hope you have a wonderful stay in Korea," said the voice over the intercom. It then proceeded to say the same thing...only this time in Korean.


I got excited. I was finally going to rid myself of the pain and suffering I had endured for 17 years back home in Toronto, Canada. I wouldn't have to be called "girl" or "filth" by my father or have to clean up sick from when my mother would get home late at night plastered and vomit all over the carpet. I wouldn't have to go through any of that anymore; I'd be free to just be myself for once and not be a prisoner.


The plane finally landed at the airport and I waited patiently to grab my carry-on out of the compartment above me, after the lady that was sitting next to me got hers. I put of over my shoulder and milled out with the other passengers into the airport. I went through the usual customs and showed them my passport after I had grabbed the rest of my bags, which were now, like, my life.


I handed my passport to this really cute looking Korean guy behind the counter. He looked at my picture, and then back at me and smirked. I couldn't help but look down at myself. I didn't know what he was smirking at, I mean....I'm not really that good looking to begin with. I was wearing a pair of low-cut hip-hugger jeans, black flats, and a black hoodie. My hair, sleek and jet black, was up in a loose bun though some strands managed to escape and frame my face somewhat. My eyes were normally a dark brown, but i decided to wear blue colored contacts, and my skin was the was the color of....well Pocahontas's skin in the Disney movie version of "Pochahontas." Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that part of my family is Native American (including my mother).....how some of us ended up in Canada? No clue. I also had some pretty nice curves, that I'm quite proud of, since I'm talking about myself.


Anyway, the really cute Korean guy at the counter looked at me and smirked, and i couldn't help but blush. Damn, he was cute. I shifted my gaze to the left and to the right. Yep, more cute guys and one really pretty girl. If all the guys in Korea look like this, then I must be in heaven!
He handed me back my passport that he had stamped and looked me fully this time and smiled. No, I thought, you really shouldn't smile like that, it makes you look even MORE hot!


Psh. Like he heard me.


"Welcome to Seoul, Ms. Kimimela Holmes," he said. Great, the reason he was smirking was because of my legal name, "Kimimela." It's Native for "butterfly" but ever since i was born everyone has called me "Kimi."


"It's Kimi," I said, taking my passport from him and putting it into the pocket of my carry-on bag.


"I apologize, Kimi" he answered, still smirking. I glanced at him, said nothing, and walked away, though I could feel his eyes watching me, though I hoped he wasn't staring at my butt. I mean, I do have a nice butt, I just don't like other people staring at it, y'know? I went through a whole lot of other procedures, and changed my currency into Won, before I could actually step out of the friggen airport.


Once out, I took a deep breath and exhaled, smiling and flagged down a cab. The Cab Man got out, bowed and said "hello" in Korean, to which I bowed back and repeated and he helped me put my things in the trunk. I got into the back seat, took out my hand-dandy English-Korean book
thingie and managed to tell him to take me to a nearby hotel and before I knew it, I was off.


I stared out the window and smiled happily as the scenery whipped by.


My name is Kimmela Holmes, and I'm starting my new life. (But first I have to apply for Korean citizenship. Haha!)