Sunday, February 22, 2009 @ 10:16 AM
Chapter 32: AniPlaySuggested song/music: Anystar - Lee Hyori
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6LYstbb5ek)
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The continuous ringing of his phone sent Junsu flying into a rage. Picking up his phone, he aimed it at the waste basket. However, just as he was about to release his hold on it, he thought better and answered the call. “Jang Ri In? What do you want?”
“Do you know what time is it now? My assistant isn’t keeping up with my schedule today.” Ri In made use of the chance to make a dig at him.
“You’re mistaken. I’m just held up in a traffic jam. Be there in a bit.” Junsu leapt from his bed and grabbed the nearest shirt to put on. ‘It would be better if I use the nice way to make that spoilt princess understand that we can never be together.’
Smiling slightly, Ri In glanced at her watch. It carried 3 carats worth of diamonds, an expensive gift from Hankyung for her birthday. She tenderly wiped the face of the watch, not noticing that Junsu has pulled his car up beside her. The suddenly honking sent her jumping and jerking her head to her right. Ri In’s eyes grew wide when she saw the car Junsu was driving. ‘His convertible? He’s driving his convertible today to pick me up?’
“Get on, what are you waiting for?” Junsu flashed a warm smile and patted the seat beside him. “Why don’t you seat beside me today?”
Eyeing Junsu out of the corner of her eye, Ri In felt her heart thumping hard and fast against her ribcage. It was easier when Junsu was the cold-hearted-and-distant-Junsu whom hated her. Seeing him act so casual and friendly towards her made her feel uncomfortable. The wall she’d took so much effort to build up over the months seem to be crumbling slowly. Thankfully, it did not last long. “Jang, you’re going to find your tongue missing from your mouth if you ever try as much as talking to my mother again.”
Ri In grinned happily to the workers and photographers as she greeted them good morning. Beside her was a moody and sulking Junsu. Of course, nobody except the two knew about the little quarrel which Ri In won hands-down in the convertible.
“Jang, you’re going to find your tongue missing from your mouth if you ever try as much as talking to my mother again.”
“Well, Kim. You’re going to find yourself locked up in the mansion if you ever try as much as disobeying your mother again.”
“You! I’m going to quit being your assistant, and you’ll be assistant-less!”
“Well, I’m sure Yoochun can always get me another.”
“The next one won’t be as good as me!”
“Good? You’re the worst I’ve seen.”
Junsu frowned at how his threats were getting more and more harmless, and how Ri In managed to rebuke him each time. Before long, he ran out of things to threaten her with, making her the victorious one.
Clenching the bottle of water tightly in his hand, he glared at the changing room Ri In was in. His stare was probably so intense that he could burn a hole in the door. Well, literally. When Ri In stepped out of the changing room however, Junsu immediately gaped. She had on a uniform, the short and cute kind found in Japanese animes. Somehow, she reminded him of Li Yin again. He slammed the bottle on the table and turned to make his way back to the convertible. Flipping through the file furiously, he spotted Ri In’s schedule for today. Photo shooting for the popular cosplay magazine, AniPlay.
“Where is that rascal?! Call him again!” one of the workers shouted angrily.
“Forget it.” Ri In stood up from the chair she has been sitting on for the past hour. “I’m tired. Let’s just get a substitute.”
“Where do we find one at such a short notice? It’s-” the worker laid her sight on Junsu who is standing behind Ri In. “You will do! Hurry and get changed!”
“Me?” Junsu pointed at himself and turned to look at the man, then to Ri In, and then back to the man. “I’m not a model, I can’t!”
Protests are meaningless, for a single weak ‘duck butt’ can never fight the whole work crew with Ri In’s encouragements for them alongside.
Junsu sneezed as rubbed his nose grumpily. The samurai costume was bad enough. He had to carry a fake sword and put on a fake moustache as well. A smile playing on her lips, Ri In placed her arm on Junsu’s shoulder and posed. Meanwhile, Junsu simple stood as still as a statue. “You, smile a little! A know samurai’s don’t, but whatever. Just smile!” the cameraman waved at Junsu. Lips trembling from anger, Junsu stretched his mouth into a smile which was worst than his angry face. After a few shots, the cameraman shook his head again.
“Forget it, let’s just have an angry samurai. Your smile is ugly.”
As soon as shooting was over, Junsu pulled Ri In into one of the rooms at the far end of the corridor. Ri In recognised the room as one of the old workrooms which have been abandoned for months. Junsu slammed the door and threw Ri In against it roughly. “I have had enough of you. What is the meaning of this? Making me look like a clown?!” Junsu said through gritted teeth.
“Clown? Ha. Clowns appear to be happy, but owns a bleeding heart nobody knows of. Do you have a bleeding heart you’re hiding? I don’t think so.” Ri In crossed her arms and laid back against the door. Junsu’s shaking fist came up suddenly, just inches from Ri In. His punch had landed on the door behind her. Ri In’s heart was thumping, but she caught control and made herself look calm again. “I’m not taking your nonsense.” Ri In pushed Junsu with all her might and turned to pull the doorknob. Nothing happened. No door opening, nothing.
“What’s wrong with this door?! I’m not stuck, am I?!” Ri In cried in frustration as she fumbled with the handle. “Help! I’m NOT staying here with this duck butt! Help!”
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