Kneel Before Me 4/16
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?
Four
“How are your legs?”
I snort, “That’s the best you can do?” At his pained look, I roll my eyes, hiking up my pant legs to show him the bandages on my knees. “They’ll heal.”
He nods, pleased.
“You’ll be studying under BEAST, as I’m sure you’ve known since the beginning. Because you worked under them previously, you’re going to continue your job.” Now he stares at me as the elevator brings us down to the last floor, evaluating, “You’re going to do voice practices, you’ll probably take a few writing lessons, you’ll definitely start sitting in on sessions with Tiger-shi, you’ll be doing dance training, and you’ll also have to maintain your job. Can you do it?”
“Wow,” I sarcastically say, “I’m so glad people are asking my measly opinion on things. But let’s face it, Rain-shi,” I glare up at him, “you don’t really give a damn.”
Ding!
That said, I walk out of the elevator with a long, proud stride.
He grabs my arm wrenching me back to stare at him with a hard look. “Listen here you little wench,” he growls out, “I’m giving you this opportunity out of the kindness of my heart and my pity for your knees. I want you to do this about as much as you want to. But,” he inhales deeply, trying to save face, “you’re talented. You can be very good at what you do. And you need the money. You think I don’t see what a conniving, vindictive careless person your mother is?” I stop, surprised. At my look, his anger seems to be reignited, “I am trying to help you.”
I break my arm away. “Well you do that.”
And I keep walking. I hear him sigh loudly, before footsteps quicken behind me until he’s in front of me, and then they even out.
“You’re the last member of the group,” he tells me, unlocking his car. Fancy, black, with tinted windows. Of course.
“How many others?” I grumble, folding my arms as he starts the car.
“Seatbelt,” he says. I grudgingly concede. “Three. Lucy, Ella, Nadine. They’re all foreigners.”
Oh, joy. “So it’s going to be a bunch of California idiots that don’t speak Korean.”
There’s a strange smile on his face. “You and Lucy are going to love each other.”
“Well,” I sigh, resting back against the seat as he drives. “Tell me about them.”
“They’re going to hate you.”
I roll my eyes. “Why? They don’t want a Native ruining their image?”
“The group doesn’t have an image yet.” He says this fact begrudgingly, as though it’s the rehashing of a healing wound.
“Does it even have a name?” I retort.
He licks his lips, deep in thought. Finally, he says, “Just shut up and wait until we get to the meeting room.”
With that, silence ensues the conversation.
This morning, Mom had been anything but kind. First, she’d been angry she’d have to call in a parttime-er to do the makeup with her since my meetings had to be rescheduled. Then, because I spent more time in the bathroom bandaging my knees, she was in turn late for work because she needed the shower. Lastly, I had embarrassed her, which earned a nail dragging across my bare shoulder in passing. By the time I was ready for this damn meeting that I don’t want to go to, I was ready to kill.
The first thing I notice as we walk towards the room is laughter. It’s loud and obnoxious and immediately sets my body on edge. These inane foreigners are going to be a handful; I can feel it. Rain opens the door, and I hear the noise immediately disperse. Well, they know their place-that’s good.
“Ladies,” Rain’s voice is different compared to when he talks to me. It’s nicer, friendlier, as though these girls are family. Whatever. “Meet your last member…” I walk into the doorway, “MiNa.”
I evaluate them for a few moments. Tall, gangly, awkward, obviously young girl with straight auburn hair and dark blue, almost indigo eyes stands at the far end of the table with a curious look on her face. The goody two shoes…A smirky brunette with sky blue eyes sits back in her swivel chair, folding her arms and evaluating me. The loud one…A blonde shorty with green eyes smiles easily up at me. The leader…
After years of international schooling, I stick out my hand, “Hi, I’m Mina Park.”
The blonde tilts her head, a strange look in her eyes. I notice they all take a moment to glance at Rain, before she puts her hand in mine. “Annyeong, Nadine ibnida.”
“Impressive,” I switch to Korean, smirking up at Rain, “you’ve taught the foreigners the basics.”
“Actually,” the loud one stands, a fire in her eyes, “we were taught by teachers, and our Sunbaes, thank you. And we’re probably as fluent as you, thanks. Don’t need to dumb it down for us ‘foreigners.’” She puts quotes around foreigners.
“Why are you quoting it?” I snort, “You are a foreigner.”
She rushes towards me, her flats against the tile floor loud in the silence. We stand chest to chest. She glares, “You know, as a native, you’re not doing your people justice.”
I stick out my chin, “What do you think you know about ‘my people’?”
“Ha!” She switches to English, “More than you could ever think.” Now she turns to Rain, “Are you seriously sticking us with this thing?”
Rain is silent. He moves to the swivels chairs surrounding the table, where the tall one and the leader have settled in exasperation. Something suddenly makes sense.
“You’re Lucy,” I realize.
She rolls her eyes, “What? Is the name of a foreign name on your tongue that awe-worthy?”
I sneer, “Oh you wish. See, this is why we can’t do Westerners,” I turn to Rain, “they’re too self-centered.”
The young one’s expression suddenly turns dark. “Hey,” she says, and I can tell everyone else in the room is very surprised. “Watch it. You don’t know anything about us. Why don’t you back off and give everything a minute?”
“Whatever, giant,” I snicker, sitting at the end of the table.
“You know,” Lucy says, sitting closer to the rest of them, “I think you should talk to Ella formally. Obviously you lack the mental state of someone older than her.”
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?
Four
“How are your legs?”
I snort, “That’s the best you can do?” At his pained look, I roll my eyes, hiking up my pant legs to show him the bandages on my knees. “They’ll heal.”
He nods, pleased.
“You’ll be studying under BEAST, as I’m sure you’ve known since the beginning. Because you worked under them previously, you’re going to continue your job.” Now he stares at me as the elevator brings us down to the last floor, evaluating, “You’re going to do voice practices, you’ll probably take a few writing lessons, you’ll definitely start sitting in on sessions with Tiger-shi, you’ll be doing dance training, and you’ll also have to maintain your job. Can you do it?”
“Wow,” I sarcastically say, “I’m so glad people are asking my measly opinion on things. But let’s face it, Rain-shi,” I glare up at him, “you don’t really give a damn.”
Ding!
That said, I walk out of the elevator with a long, proud stride.
He grabs my arm wrenching me back to stare at him with a hard look. “Listen here you little wench,” he growls out, “I’m giving you this opportunity out of the kindness of my heart and my pity for your knees. I want you to do this about as much as you want to. But,” he inhales deeply, trying to save face, “you’re talented. You can be very good at what you do. And you need the money. You think I don’t see what a conniving, vindictive careless person your mother is?” I stop, surprised. At my look, his anger seems to be reignited, “I am trying to help you.”
I break my arm away. “Well you do that.”
And I keep walking. I hear him sigh loudly, before footsteps quicken behind me until he’s in front of me, and then they even out.
“You’re the last member of the group,” he tells me, unlocking his car. Fancy, black, with tinted windows. Of course.
“How many others?” I grumble, folding my arms as he starts the car.
“Seatbelt,” he says. I grudgingly concede. “Three. Lucy, Ella, Nadine. They’re all foreigners.”
Oh, joy. “So it’s going to be a bunch of California idiots that don’t speak Korean.”
There’s a strange smile on his face. “You and Lucy are going to love each other.”
“Well,” I sigh, resting back against the seat as he drives. “Tell me about them.”
“They’re going to hate you.”
I roll my eyes. “Why? They don’t want a Native ruining their image?”
“The group doesn’t have an image yet.” He says this fact begrudgingly, as though it’s the rehashing of a healing wound.
“Does it even have a name?” I retort.
He licks his lips, deep in thought. Finally, he says, “Just shut up and wait until we get to the meeting room.”
With that, silence ensues the conversation.
This morning, Mom had been anything but kind. First, she’d been angry she’d have to call in a parttime-er to do the makeup with her since my meetings had to be rescheduled. Then, because I spent more time in the bathroom bandaging my knees, she was in turn late for work because she needed the shower. Lastly, I had embarrassed her, which earned a nail dragging across my bare shoulder in passing. By the time I was ready for this damn meeting that I don’t want to go to, I was ready to kill.
The first thing I notice as we walk towards the room is laughter. It’s loud and obnoxious and immediately sets my body on edge. These inane foreigners are going to be a handful; I can feel it. Rain opens the door, and I hear the noise immediately disperse. Well, they know their place-that’s good.
“Ladies,” Rain’s voice is different compared to when he talks to me. It’s nicer, friendlier, as though these girls are family. Whatever. “Meet your last member…” I walk into the doorway, “MiNa.”
I evaluate them for a few moments. Tall, gangly, awkward, obviously young girl with straight auburn hair and dark blue, almost indigo eyes stands at the far end of the table with a curious look on her face. The goody two shoes…A smirky brunette with sky blue eyes sits back in her swivel chair, folding her arms and evaluating me. The loud one…A blonde shorty with green eyes smiles easily up at me. The leader…
After years of international schooling, I stick out my hand, “Hi, I’m Mina Park.”
The blonde tilts her head, a strange look in her eyes. I notice they all take a moment to glance at Rain, before she puts her hand in mine. “Annyeong, Nadine ibnida.”
“Impressive,” I switch to Korean, smirking up at Rain, “you’ve taught the foreigners the basics.”
“Actually,” the loud one stands, a fire in her eyes, “we were taught by teachers, and our Sunbaes, thank you. And we’re probably as fluent as you, thanks. Don’t need to dumb it down for us ‘foreigners.’” She puts quotes around foreigners.
“Why are you quoting it?” I snort, “You are a foreigner.”
She rushes towards me, her flats against the tile floor loud in the silence. We stand chest to chest. She glares, “You know, as a native, you’re not doing your people justice.”
I stick out my chin, “What do you think you know about ‘my people’?”
“Ha!” She switches to English, “More than you could ever think.” Now she turns to Rain, “Are you seriously sticking us with this thing?”
Rain is silent. He moves to the swivels chairs surrounding the table, where the tall one and the leader have settled in exasperation. Something suddenly makes sense.
“You’re Lucy,” I realize.
She rolls her eyes, “What? Is the name of a foreign name on your tongue that awe-worthy?”
I sneer, “Oh you wish. See, this is why we can’t do Westerners,” I turn to Rain, “they’re too self-centered.”
The young one’s expression suddenly turns dark. “Hey,” she says, and I can tell everyone else in the room is very surprised. “Watch it. You don’t know anything about us. Why don’t you back off and give everything a minute?”
“Whatever, giant,” I snicker, sitting at the end of the table.
“You know,” Lucy says, sitting closer to the rest of them, “I think you should talk to Ella formally. Obviously you lack the mental state of someone older than her.”