Kneel Before Me 3/16
Title: Kneel Before Me
Author: Deferney97
Pairing: Lee Kikwang/OFC
Rating: 16+
Warning: some themes may be disturbing to young audiences
Summary: Mina's mother hates her. That's okay, though; Mina hates everything--especially her job of making the "perfect" idols look perfect. She hates the fake idol music. She hates the fake idol image. And now--somehow--she has one?
Three
Of course I’m auditioning for the position of rapper: the easiest position on Earth. All you have to do is talk. Why can’t it be something more difficult, like dancer? I hate dancing.
“You can do anything you’d like,” Rain says. After an extensive amount of bowing, we’re sitting in a recording studio. I’ve got a sort of special audition, it seems. All because I throw some color on a couple idiots’ eyes.
“Give me a song,” I say, bitterly adding on the formal endings. I don’t feel like being around this idiot. “King of KPOP”-pfft, my ass.
He quirks an eyebrow, but I just straighten my shoulders. Finally, he says, “Do you know anything by TOP?”
I shrug, “Turn It Up.”
He motions with a flick of his wrist, and I start.
Nan ni gomaki sungyeoreul ppaetji
Igeon neoreul yuhokhaneun messagi
Turn it up loud
Turn it up loud
Nun ddeugoneun bolsu eobsneun monkey magic
Jal deuro neol yak orineun mesagi da
I stop. This is uncomfortable, and I can tell by the look on his face that he’s disappointed. Not one to be frowned upon, I search my mind frantically. Then, “Can I try something else?”
With a surprised look, he allows me the ‘floor’ to try my hand at this again. So I flip through my Korean music library for a moment, finally deciding on something fun. I feel a part of me slip into the cockiness of the song, wrap my mind around the feel of it, channeling that type of self-confidence. And in the smallest crevice of my mind, I change up the words, just the tinniest bit. Just for fun:
We we we da we da leaders you ain't in the game you just followin’ us
nae nain nineteen vision in HD meorin kkwak chaitji tagonan maepsiimi
coolhameul neomeoseo nan chagawoyeoreo beon mudaee bureul jipin banghwabeom
Cause I'm hot eonjena singirog And this number 1 spot is my home sweet home
nal ttaraharyeo marara guji haltemyeon haebwara mamcheoreom jal dwaenabwara
I just do what I wantta’ eonjena jikilkkeon jikiljuraneun Lady dapge
But I'm flipping and freaking it aju beoreut eopge Ready or not here I come We don't Care eh eh eh We don’t stop for no one mangseorijimalgo jebal eoseo pihae
And I'm MiNa the demon straight outta hell
He smirks now. “You can even change things on the spot?”
My expression is flat. “It’s called fitting the song to your preference.”
Now he laughs, loud. “Well, my preference is normally girls that don’t act like a shang nyun to their bosses and parents.” With a haughty look and miffed sort of sound from his mouth he looks away and says, “But you’ll do.”
I don’t even bother being angry. I just walk out, not daring to look back. “Yah!” He calls out, and I can tell he’s in the doorway as I calmly walk down the hall. “Where do you think you’re going? We have a lot to discuss.”
I turn, and I can tell he’s surprised at me ‘I-hope-you-die-in-a-slow-and-painful-way-and-I-hope-I’m-there-to-laugh-at-you-as-it-happens’ look. I glare, “I’m sure you can understand this much English when I say-Fuck you.”
And with that I stomp away, glaring a hole through the floor the entire way out.
QQQ
“Apologize you little wench!” She slaps me again.
This time, the fourth time in a row, I accidently bite my cheek, and I feel the blood gush out of the uncannily deep wound, a little bit spilling out of my mouth as I open my mouth in surprise. “No,” I glare up at her.
One last time she slaps me, the opposite side thankfully, and spits out, “Kneel here on your useless legs until it’s time for work. You’d better not fall asleep.”
God my legs hurt. I’m kneeling on our hardwood floor, a layer of rice beneath my knees. I’m bleeding from my mouth and my knees, but I don’t twitch, staring at a spot on the wall directly across from me. She reaches into my bag, taking out my wallet, and slams the door as she leaves.
It’s four hours later when I let out a scream from the pain. God, it hurts so much. I can’t even think straight. Still, I don’t move, though I know I could. She’ll come home and pass out on the couch, completely forgetting that I’m even here. Even then, though, we both know I won’t move.
This is a matter of pride. I will not become so weak as to be unable to do this-I’ve been doing it my whole life. This isn’t the first time I’ve endured a night of knees on rice.
All this, because I didn’t give a damn about an audition. Because I didn’t take the offer doing something I didn’t want to do.
I hear the door move, and I can’t help but be surprised. She’s early.
And I apologize very deeply for the mishap. She will definitely be accepting the offer.”
“I don’t know if we’d want someone with such an attitude problem as her.”
Oh fuck.
“Come,” my mom says. I can hear it in her voice-she’s smug and she knows this will make him change his mind.
To the hall, where you can see me, only profile, staring intently at the wall. I hear him stop short. I can tell he’s surprised.
“I think, as you can see, she’s learning a bit of respect at the moment.”
The silence is loud. My mother’s smirk is the loudest, I think. Finally, he speaks. “Park Mi-Na.”
I turn my head, taking pride in the blood dried on my chin, the blood staining her damned floors. “Yes?”
“I will see you tomorrow,” he says, but he’s not looking me in the eye, I note. They trace the dried blood, down to my fatigue body and pained legs. There’s some sort of recognition in his eyes, like suddenly he’s realized something very important. I smirk.
“Yes, Sunbae.”
Author: Deferney97
Pairing: Lee Kikwang/OFC
Rating: 16+
Warning: some themes may be disturbing to young audiences
Summary: Mina's mother hates her. That's okay, though; Mina hates everything--especially her job of making the "perfect" idols look perfect. She hates the fake idol music. She hates the fake idol image. And now--somehow--she has one?
Three
Of course I’m auditioning for the position of rapper: the easiest position on Earth. All you have to do is talk. Why can’t it be something more difficult, like dancer? I hate dancing.
“You can do anything you’d like,” Rain says. After an extensive amount of bowing, we’re sitting in a recording studio. I’ve got a sort of special audition, it seems. All because I throw some color on a couple idiots’ eyes.
“Give me a song,” I say, bitterly adding on the formal endings. I don’t feel like being around this idiot. “King of KPOP”-pfft, my ass.
He quirks an eyebrow, but I just straighten my shoulders. Finally, he says, “Do you know anything by TOP?”
I shrug, “Turn It Up.”
He motions with a flick of his wrist, and I start.
Nan ni gomaki sungyeoreul ppaetji
Igeon neoreul yuhokhaneun messagi
Turn it up loud
Turn it up loud
Nun ddeugoneun bolsu eobsneun monkey magic
Jal deuro neol yak orineun mesagi da
I stop. This is uncomfortable, and I can tell by the look on his face that he’s disappointed. Not one to be frowned upon, I search my mind frantically. Then, “Can I try something else?”
With a surprised look, he allows me the ‘floor’ to try my hand at this again. So I flip through my Korean music library for a moment, finally deciding on something fun. I feel a part of me slip into the cockiness of the song, wrap my mind around the feel of it, channeling that type of self-confidence. And in the smallest crevice of my mind, I change up the words, just the tinniest bit. Just for fun:
We we we da we da leaders you ain't in the game you just followin’ us
nae nain nineteen vision in HD meorin kkwak chaitji tagonan maepsiimi
coolhameul neomeoseo nan chagawoyeoreo beon mudaee bureul jipin banghwabeom
Cause I'm hot eonjena singirog And this number 1 spot is my home sweet home
nal ttaraharyeo marara guji haltemyeon haebwara mamcheoreom jal dwaenabwara
I just do what I wantta’ eonjena jikilkkeon jikiljuraneun Lady dapge
But I'm flipping and freaking it aju beoreut eopge Ready or not here I come We don't Care eh eh eh We don’t stop for no one mangseorijimalgo jebal eoseo pihae
And I'm MiNa the demon straight outta hell
He smirks now. “You can even change things on the spot?”
My expression is flat. “It’s called fitting the song to your preference.”
Now he laughs, loud. “Well, my preference is normally girls that don’t act like a shang nyun to their bosses and parents.” With a haughty look and miffed sort of sound from his mouth he looks away and says, “But you’ll do.”
I don’t even bother being angry. I just walk out, not daring to look back. “Yah!” He calls out, and I can tell he’s in the doorway as I calmly walk down the hall. “Where do you think you’re going? We have a lot to discuss.”
I turn, and I can tell he’s surprised at me ‘I-hope-you-die-in-a-slow-and-painful-way-and-I-hope-I’m-there-to-laugh-at-you-as-it-happens’ look. I glare, “I’m sure you can understand this much English when I say-Fuck you.”
And with that I stomp away, glaring a hole through the floor the entire way out.
QQQ
“Apologize you little wench!” She slaps me again.
This time, the fourth time in a row, I accidently bite my cheek, and I feel the blood gush out of the uncannily deep wound, a little bit spilling out of my mouth as I open my mouth in surprise. “No,” I glare up at her.
One last time she slaps me, the opposite side thankfully, and spits out, “Kneel here on your useless legs until it’s time for work. You’d better not fall asleep.”
God my legs hurt. I’m kneeling on our hardwood floor, a layer of rice beneath my knees. I’m bleeding from my mouth and my knees, but I don’t twitch, staring at a spot on the wall directly across from me. She reaches into my bag, taking out my wallet, and slams the door as she leaves.
It’s four hours later when I let out a scream from the pain. God, it hurts so much. I can’t even think straight. Still, I don’t move, though I know I could. She’ll come home and pass out on the couch, completely forgetting that I’m even here. Even then, though, we both know I won’t move.
This is a matter of pride. I will not become so weak as to be unable to do this-I’ve been doing it my whole life. This isn’t the first time I’ve endured a night of knees on rice.
All this, because I didn’t give a damn about an audition. Because I didn’t take the offer doing something I didn’t want to do.
I hear the door move, and I can’t help but be surprised. She’s early.
And I apologize very deeply for the mishap. She will definitely be accepting the offer.”
“I don’t know if we’d want someone with such an attitude problem as her.”
Oh fuck.
“Come,” my mom says. I can hear it in her voice-she’s smug and she knows this will make him change his mind.
To the hall, where you can see me, only profile, staring intently at the wall. I hear him stop short. I can tell he’s surprised.
“I think, as you can see, she’s learning a bit of respect at the moment.”
The silence is loud. My mother’s smirk is the loudest, I think. Finally, he speaks. “Park Mi-Na.”
I turn my head, taking pride in the blood dried on my chin, the blood staining her damned floors. “Yes?”
“I will see you tomorrow,” he says, but he’s not looking me in the eye, I note. They trace the dried blood, down to my fatigue body and pained legs. There’s some sort of recognition in his eyes, like suddenly he’s realized something very important. I smirk.
“Yes, Sunbae.”