Devil vs Angel (00+Chapter1)
Title: Devil vs Angel
Fandom: FT Island, Mblaq (cameo: ukiss's Dongho), OC
Length: Chaptered
Status: On going
Pairing: SeungHwan, JongKi, WonKi, Jaejin/OC, JaeHwan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Crack, Smut.
Summary: The change of place and whole environment will not change Minhwan, will it?
A/N: I have started to self-beta my fiction and with the help of yisey I started with this chapter. I’ll post the rest of the chapters in this account from now on. Happy reading.
00
Minhwan was your average country kid. He was only 18 years old. However, he worked very hard both as a student and as the youngest son. He even took his entrance exams and he did get into the college he wanted that is an art school. Therefore, he has to live alone in Seoul. When he moves out of his house and hometown, his departure from his mom leaves her with her tears on her cheeks.
His older sister wept too, of course she would if her brother had the intention to live alone thousands miles away. Therefore, Minhwan guaranteed them, he will send e-mail and phone them everyday or weekend. The thought of him not calling but in the weekend even made his older brother worried, but he would never tell Minhwan that.
The only one who did not tell him to take care of himself was his father. Mr. Choi knew his son was well mannered and he will take care even if they told him to do otherwise. Therefore, they all took him to the airport. In addition, so was Minhwan up to the challenge of new school, new life, new roommates, and one heck of a new pain in his life…
Chapter 1
Have you ever had the feeling that everyone stared at you? Well, if you did not then I did. I had every pair of eye in the whole place on me as if had an extra arm or leg. Everybody threw a glance at me that turned into a stare for few moments then left. However, I knew I did not have any abnormal parts in my body; I have looked at myself in my mirror about three times before I headed to here. I tried very hardly to move along with the flow and smile at those eyes; maybe they will make it less awkward for me.
I sighed after I failed to get any friendly reaction from any one. However, if I must say honestly, some girls winked at me, but they looked strange… So, I just rather ran for my life. You cannot blame me actually. They wore clothes that revealed so much more then I had seen before. Even in the time I peeked into my friend’s playboy magazine, the time I wish god would forgive me because of my curiosity. This made me freak out even more. I did not believe girls; Korean girls would dress up this way, even if I came in the time for lunch.
I kind of felt sad for them, but the sorrow and angst I felt moved right to the back of my head as my eyes met with a bucket of chicken. Was I dreaming or did they give away free buckets of chicken. My mouth watered and I bet I must have looked disgusting but I did not care if people were staring at me like I was an alien; aliens were okay and all I cared was getting my own bucket of chicken. The guy, the lucky bastard who I felt awful for cursing him but he had the chicken bucket and stood there and gave me his side. I did not see his face because his hair fell to cover the only side visible to me… is it a new hairstyle?
I marched into the place and ignored his existence and the being of three male students with him who I did not get the time to see everything of them but glasses and a guitar; my eyes did not leave the chicken. I stood in the line to get my own plate because sadly there were no buckets of delicious smelling chicken.
After 15 minutes of hell, which made me hated the usage of two cusses in one day, I finally sat in a table alone, well not alone, but my chicken was taking all of my attention. However, I took some minutes actually, as I chew the chicken and it was a huge thing, my mother will be so shocked if she ever sees me doing so. I took another bite into the piece in my hand and I noticed the girl that sat across my far right.
She had a bit of baby fat in those cheeks but not overweight. Her short wild curly light brown hair made her face much smaller though. However, I noticed the round cheeks when she smiled faintly.
She had her nose buried in a book, which did not allow me to see her eyes behind those grey-rimmed glasses. They looked clearly like sight glasses other than those I have seen in television; actors wore them as a fail disguise.
She noticed when I stared at her a bit longer than normal, therefore she looked away from the book and right in the time I swallowed a yummy piece of chicken. I saw the dark yet light color of her wide eyes and I smiled unconsciously, the color of her eyes was the same as my mother’s, and that made my smile widen.
She did not look like those sluts back in the hallways. Will god forgive me for my vulgar language?
She smiled as if she understood what I thought of, that action made the sides of her eyes wrinkle and that added a cute expression to her cheeks that I recognized as dimples.
I said the first thing that popped in my head when I noticed the empty space in front of her. “Why aren’t you eating any yummy chicken?” with a tone full of my cute clueless voice. Yes, I added the yummy adjective to my sentence, because I believed that I was able to say yummy even though I was an adult, but never mind me. She looked at my plate loaded with chicken and then smiled another genuine smile at me.
“Because I’m a vegetarian, so I only eat fruit in school,” she showed me her apple, which rested on the far side on her left, away from my eyes to see. I nodded in understandingly. Then I looked at my own chicken I ate with the usage of my fork. I realized that my chopsticks not made me to eat my food and actually enjoy chicken. I thought to myself, ‘I never met a vegetarian that would not eat yummy chicken’.
Apparently, my thoughts were not so private and made her giggle, but this time her eyes were not falling into the book, but she was looking at me. I knew my face had the expression of did-I-say-something-funny. Her body shifted from her original seat and seated right across me; with an interested face, she offered a hand. “My name is Maria, Kang Maria, a 2nd year student, I study English literature”
I took her hand and shook it for few minutes before saying, “glad to meet you Maria, I’m Choi Minhwan, a 1st year student and I am studying arts” I finished with a large bite into my chicken and Maria returned into her book. We spend around fifteen minutes in the silence that wasn’t free from me chewing on yummy chicken and admiring the way it was cooked, and the small giggles or sighs Maria threw while reading the book I had no idea what’s his name was.
“So Maria, your name isn’t Korean right? So, are you of a mixed blood?” I asked to get to know to her. My voice drew her to give me her full attention, she closed her book and placed it in her handbag she had on the chair close to her.
“Actually I’m not even Korean; I come from the middle east of Asia, that’s why my facial features aren’t the same as yours. But I lived in Korea since I was 12, so I changed my last name to be Kang, like my aunts’ real sure name” she said and awed at the reasonability in her words. When she actually said it, I realized that her skin was not that white, nor were her eyes that narrow like us Asians are.
I nodded in understanding, but this time after I took a bite, she asked me instead of getting back in to her reading, “and Minhwan doesn’t look like he’s from Seoul, judging the natural hair color, and free from makeup face” I almost choke when I heard her finish her talk. Did males actually wear make up in this school in addition to dying their hair?
“Do I look that different?” I did not mean to sound disappointed but I felt sad considered different. Maria did not seem to pity me as she nodded excitedly and kept smiling at me.
“The girly guys that come to this school all want to be famous. That is why they care for the way they appear to other people. They dye their hair and even wear make up to look more appealing to the casting people that come into the school 2 times in a month. However, Minhwan is so different; you have your own charm. Your eyes are dark and smouldering without the use of eyeliner, and your hair is like a normal guy, which I haven’t seen since a long time ago.” She looked like a teenage girl instead of the nineteen adult she is when she put her hand over her cheeks and sighed.
“But, I’ve seen three guys so far, and they had a style close to yours, with less makeup but sadly they weren’t far from getting blonde or shaving their heads in the sake of getting attention.” She sighed, but I did not really take my eyes of the blush that formed in her cheeks while she spoke of those male students.
“So, did you see something you like in the beginning of this year?” I said to her with a devilish tone. I was not a real devil actually, so I was not able to say it that mysteriously, however, it sounded cute and ticklish. She giggled again, and I started to like the sound of her giggles; as a true girl giggles, not too girly and not like a macho girl; plain simple and attractive in its normality.
“You can say so…” her sentence cut through as her eyes taken from our eye connection, and looked behind me. I took a bite of the left pieces of my chicken and then turned my head. I saw a young man with light brown hair, and wore glasses. I could see that they were not for correcting sight but they were not that bad on him, he looked normally geeky.
I turned my head again and looked at Maria. She had her eyes at her lap like a student. I had the urge to chuckle, but that would embarrass her more than the crimson blush that tainted her cheeks. Therefore, I figured I was not in the place to ask more questions and I just beamed at her while I finished devouring those yummy chickens.
When lunchtime ended, I had to go to my first afternoon class that is music. Maria said goodbye and gave me her number and her e-mail address. I felt happy to accept both. I hurried to my class with my heart flattered with the idea that I gained a friend.
At the music class’s door, I saw the man Maria liked, the one with the natural I’m-a-geek aura. Alongside the geek, I saw another male, whom I squeezed my head and recognized the unique hairstyle; it was that person earlier, with the chicken bucket.
I entered the classroom, ‘did they have the same class as me’ I wondered to myself and made sure I was mute, I knew that only one of them was with me. So… the geek was not interested in being an actor after all.
End Of Chapter
Fandom: FT Island, Mblaq (cameo: ukiss's Dongho), OC
Length: Chaptered
Status: On going
Pairing: SeungHwan, JongKi, WonKi, Jaejin/OC, JaeHwan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Crack, Smut.
Summary: The change of place and whole environment will not change Minhwan, will it?
A/N: I have started to self-beta my fiction and with the help of yisey I started with this chapter. I’ll post the rest of the chapters in this account from now on. Happy reading.
00
Minhwan was your average country kid. He was only 18 years old. However, he worked very hard both as a student and as the youngest son. He even took his entrance exams and he did get into the college he wanted that is an art school. Therefore, he has to live alone in Seoul. When he moves out of his house and hometown, his departure from his mom leaves her with her tears on her cheeks.
His older sister wept too, of course she would if her brother had the intention to live alone thousands miles away. Therefore, Minhwan guaranteed them, he will send e-mail and phone them everyday or weekend. The thought of him not calling but in the weekend even made his older brother worried, but he would never tell Minhwan that.
The only one who did not tell him to take care of himself was his father. Mr. Choi knew his son was well mannered and he will take care even if they told him to do otherwise. Therefore, they all took him to the airport. In addition, so was Minhwan up to the challenge of new school, new life, new roommates, and one heck of a new pain in his life…
Chapter 1
Have you ever had the feeling that everyone stared at you? Well, if you did not then I did. I had every pair of eye in the whole place on me as if had an extra arm or leg. Everybody threw a glance at me that turned into a stare for few moments then left. However, I knew I did not have any abnormal parts in my body; I have looked at myself in my mirror about three times before I headed to here. I tried very hardly to move along with the flow and smile at those eyes; maybe they will make it less awkward for me.
I sighed after I failed to get any friendly reaction from any one. However, if I must say honestly, some girls winked at me, but they looked strange… So, I just rather ran for my life. You cannot blame me actually. They wore clothes that revealed so much more then I had seen before. Even in the time I peeked into my friend’s playboy magazine, the time I wish god would forgive me because of my curiosity. This made me freak out even more. I did not believe girls; Korean girls would dress up this way, even if I came in the time for lunch.
I kind of felt sad for them, but the sorrow and angst I felt moved right to the back of my head as my eyes met with a bucket of chicken. Was I dreaming or did they give away free buckets of chicken. My mouth watered and I bet I must have looked disgusting but I did not care if people were staring at me like I was an alien; aliens were okay and all I cared was getting my own bucket of chicken. The guy, the lucky bastard who I felt awful for cursing him but he had the chicken bucket and stood there and gave me his side. I did not see his face because his hair fell to cover the only side visible to me… is it a new hairstyle?
I marched into the place and ignored his existence and the being of three male students with him who I did not get the time to see everything of them but glasses and a guitar; my eyes did not leave the chicken. I stood in the line to get my own plate because sadly there were no buckets of delicious smelling chicken.
After 15 minutes of hell, which made me hated the usage of two cusses in one day, I finally sat in a table alone, well not alone, but my chicken was taking all of my attention. However, I took some minutes actually, as I chew the chicken and it was a huge thing, my mother will be so shocked if she ever sees me doing so. I took another bite into the piece in my hand and I noticed the girl that sat across my far right.
She had a bit of baby fat in those cheeks but not overweight. Her short wild curly light brown hair made her face much smaller though. However, I noticed the round cheeks when she smiled faintly.
She had her nose buried in a book, which did not allow me to see her eyes behind those grey-rimmed glasses. They looked clearly like sight glasses other than those I have seen in television; actors wore them as a fail disguise.
She noticed when I stared at her a bit longer than normal, therefore she looked away from the book and right in the time I swallowed a yummy piece of chicken. I saw the dark yet light color of her wide eyes and I smiled unconsciously, the color of her eyes was the same as my mother’s, and that made my smile widen.
She did not look like those sluts back in the hallways. Will god forgive me for my vulgar language?
She smiled as if she understood what I thought of, that action made the sides of her eyes wrinkle and that added a cute expression to her cheeks that I recognized as dimples.
I said the first thing that popped in my head when I noticed the empty space in front of her. “Why aren’t you eating any yummy chicken?” with a tone full of my cute clueless voice. Yes, I added the yummy adjective to my sentence, because I believed that I was able to say yummy even though I was an adult, but never mind me. She looked at my plate loaded with chicken and then smiled another genuine smile at me.
“Because I’m a vegetarian, so I only eat fruit in school,” she showed me her apple, which rested on the far side on her left, away from my eyes to see. I nodded in understandingly. Then I looked at my own chicken I ate with the usage of my fork. I realized that my chopsticks not made me to eat my food and actually enjoy chicken. I thought to myself, ‘I never met a vegetarian that would not eat yummy chicken’.
Apparently, my thoughts were not so private and made her giggle, but this time her eyes were not falling into the book, but she was looking at me. I knew my face had the expression of did-I-say-something-funny. Her body shifted from her original seat and seated right across me; with an interested face, she offered a hand. “My name is Maria, Kang Maria, a 2nd year student, I study English literature”
I took her hand and shook it for few minutes before saying, “glad to meet you Maria, I’m Choi Minhwan, a 1st year student and I am studying arts” I finished with a large bite into my chicken and Maria returned into her book. We spend around fifteen minutes in the silence that wasn’t free from me chewing on yummy chicken and admiring the way it was cooked, and the small giggles or sighs Maria threw while reading the book I had no idea what’s his name was.
“So Maria, your name isn’t Korean right? So, are you of a mixed blood?” I asked to get to know to her. My voice drew her to give me her full attention, she closed her book and placed it in her handbag she had on the chair close to her.
“Actually I’m not even Korean; I come from the middle east of Asia, that’s why my facial features aren’t the same as yours. But I lived in Korea since I was 12, so I changed my last name to be Kang, like my aunts’ real sure name” she said and awed at the reasonability in her words. When she actually said it, I realized that her skin was not that white, nor were her eyes that narrow like us Asians are.
I nodded in understanding, but this time after I took a bite, she asked me instead of getting back in to her reading, “and Minhwan doesn’t look like he’s from Seoul, judging the natural hair color, and free from makeup face” I almost choke when I heard her finish her talk. Did males actually wear make up in this school in addition to dying their hair?
“Do I look that different?” I did not mean to sound disappointed but I felt sad considered different. Maria did not seem to pity me as she nodded excitedly and kept smiling at me.
“The girly guys that come to this school all want to be famous. That is why they care for the way they appear to other people. They dye their hair and even wear make up to look more appealing to the casting people that come into the school 2 times in a month. However, Minhwan is so different; you have your own charm. Your eyes are dark and smouldering without the use of eyeliner, and your hair is like a normal guy, which I haven’t seen since a long time ago.” She looked like a teenage girl instead of the nineteen adult she is when she put her hand over her cheeks and sighed.
“But, I’ve seen three guys so far, and they had a style close to yours, with less makeup but sadly they weren’t far from getting blonde or shaving their heads in the sake of getting attention.” She sighed, but I did not really take my eyes of the blush that formed in her cheeks while she spoke of those male students.
“So, did you see something you like in the beginning of this year?” I said to her with a devilish tone. I was not a real devil actually, so I was not able to say it that mysteriously, however, it sounded cute and ticklish. She giggled again, and I started to like the sound of her giggles; as a true girl giggles, not too girly and not like a macho girl; plain simple and attractive in its normality.
“You can say so…” her sentence cut through as her eyes taken from our eye connection, and looked behind me. I took a bite of the left pieces of my chicken and then turned my head. I saw a young man with light brown hair, and wore glasses. I could see that they were not for correcting sight but they were not that bad on him, he looked normally geeky.
I turned my head again and looked at Maria. She had her eyes at her lap like a student. I had the urge to chuckle, but that would embarrass her more than the crimson blush that tainted her cheeks. Therefore, I figured I was not in the place to ask more questions and I just beamed at her while I finished devouring those yummy chickens.
When lunchtime ended, I had to go to my first afternoon class that is music. Maria said goodbye and gave me her number and her e-mail address. I felt happy to accept both. I hurried to my class with my heart flattered with the idea that I gained a friend.
At the music class’s door, I saw the man Maria liked, the one with the natural I’m-a-geek aura. Alongside the geek, I saw another male, whom I squeezed my head and recognized the unique hairstyle; it was that person earlier, with the chicken bucket.
I entered the classroom, ‘did they have the same class as me’ I wondered to myself and made sure I was mute, I knew that only one of them was with me. So… the geek was not interested in being an actor after all.
End Of Chapter