Beast Airlines Chapter 1
Title: Beast Airlines 1/?
Author: mushnrice
Pairing: Junseung, Dooseob, Kiwoon
Rating: Pg-13 (Rated by Chapter)
Warnings: AU
Summary: Hyunseung is an air stewardess... And Junhyung is a pop star. When they meet... Bang, crash, zibaboom. TROLL, I suck at summaries.
A/N: First time posting in Beastattack; nerve wrecking. Not sure if I should continue this story or not… Should I? Comments are much loved~ Friends, anyone? xD mushnrice @ twitter~
Beast Airlines
Sometimes Yong Junhyung can’t help but to wonder - how would it feel like leading a normal life? Is it worth it to be a singer? To be able to not have fans screaming his name wherever he went, to be able to simply walk out dressed in what he wants to wear and not have people criticizing his choice of clothes. To be able to help his mother out in her pastry shop without people crowding there, no, not to buy bread, but to catch a glimpse of the famous singer Yong Junhyung.
To be able to hold someone’s hands, kiss and hug that same someone without girls screaming or crying all around him.
But then nahh, the spotlights dim and he takes a step out into stage, hair mussed to perfection, clothes impeccably straightened, eyes ringed with smokey make-up, dabbed to perfection. And he smirks (the screaming that has already been there ever since he stepped on the platform increasing in crescendo). The music starts, and he begins to move, bringing up the mic to his mouth, spare hand smacking against the side of his jean clad thigh to count the tempo.
And after that high is over, once he steps down from the stage and is whizzed away by coordis, to change and to wipe off all that make up. As he stares into the mirror, into black empty holes his dorky manager calls his attractive factor, stares at the scarred face (made smooth by make-up, now removed), stares at the meaningless smirk adorning his lips (his favorite factor about himself) and he sighs.
Nahh, it’s not worth it.
Yong Junhyung doesn’t want to see his pathetic self, so he leaves; he pushes himself off the dressing table and turns around, fishing for the pair of sunglasses in his pocket to put them on.
His boots make a quiet thump thump against the carpeted floor as he leaves the dressing room, making sure to lock it behind him.
-
The airplane was dim, lights shifted to low in order for the passengers to rest. Hyunseung was currently making his rounds in the plane cabin, making sure that everyone was comfortable and that everything was fine. When he was about to enter his own cabin to rest, a tiny hand curled around the bottom of his shirt uniform and tugged, Hyunseung looking back to see childish eyes blown wide with curiosity. The kid was staring at his uniform, and his mother was sleeping.
Smiling, he turned and knelt down beside the boy.
“Yes? Do you want some orange juice?”
The boy shook his head.
“How about trying to sleep? The chairs are comfortable right?”
The boy shook his head again.
Hyunseung had to bite back a laugh bubbling out of his throat. Instead, he patted the boy’s head and turned to get a blanket from the shelf. Unfolding it, he dropped over the boy and tucked the edges of the blanket under him, before switching the light off totally.
“Go on, rest.”
A small ding from another part of the plane alerted him to another passenger, and he threaded his way carefully through the rows of seats, picking up several blankets and stuffed toys on the way. He entered the business class and found a light still blinking. Walking over to it, he spotted a rather oversized man (stuffed in a business suit) with several expensive wine bottles around him.
“Yes, can I get you anything?” As part of his job, Hyunseung smiled down at the business man leering at him obscenely, clearly drunk.
“You can get me you, hon.”
Hyunseung had to bite back the retort bubbling up and out of his throat, instead forcing the smile to grow wider on his face.
“I’m sorry sir; you seem to have been mistaken. The bell over there is to inform any of the stewardesses in the flight of any of your needs, and seeing that you have none, I will go now.”
Chubby fingers reach out as he turned, and they grasped on to his thin wrist, tugging and pulling him backwards. The plane lurched then, bumping into an air pocket and he gasped, as his balance was lost, tumbling backwards into the said man’s lap.
Hands were on him, and he was biting on to his lips, trying to avoid disturbing the sleeping woman next to the guy (no doubt his wife), settling for trying to push off the other guy’s hands. He reached out for the button and managed to press it twice, praying hard that Yoseob would be able to get to them before he managed to…
…the button on his suit pants gave way with a happy pop…
Shit. Where the hell was Yoseob? A small figure raced down the corridor, and Hyunseung’s eyes brightened. Yoseob hurried over, pulling Hyunseung out of the man’s tight grip, leading the flushed orange haired stewardess back to their cabin.
“Go sleep. I’ll deal with this.”
His breathing was hard, and Hyunseung nodded in thanks before collapsing on the tiny bunk bed (Yoseob’s was above his), not bothering to even change out. His eyes fluttered shut, breath evening out.
-
“Sir, our Siri airlines are an extremely prestigious flight carriers that do not tolerate you touching our staff inappropriately. Please bear in mind that we are not an average whorehouse and that we do have the power to bar you from ever taking our…”
Hyunseung crept past Yoseob who was still lecturing the guy, hands tightly clenched around his and his manager’s suitcases. Creeping past the fat man who looked upset, he broke out into a run and dashed into the stewardesses holding area, dropping the suitcases down onto the lush carpeted floor.
A few other girl stewardesses were giggling, pointing and laughing quite openly at him, and Hyunseung rolled his eyes before pulling out his outside clothes to change.
“Oppa, you okay?” A familiar gentle hand was laid on his shoulder and he turned, smile ready on his face.
“Yeah, Geurim-ah, I’m fine. Did mom say when she was going to come back from her trip?”
His sister smiled, before shaking her head, long tresses moving along with the movement. Her blue uniform cap was pinned neatly onto the top of her head, ‘Siri” printed neatly across the side with their crest.
“Ahhh… Is dad home? He’s cooking dinner tonight right?”
“Yeaps, so we gotta hurry home!”
-
The Siri airlines were founded a long time ago, back when airplanes first came into commercial use. The Jangs then were a rather politically strong family, and Hyunseung’s grandfather took over the Siri airlines from an uncle, and they have been going strong ever since.
Hyunseung’s father was the company’s vice head, with their mother as his assistant. They both took care of the company’s expenses, as well as the daily running of it. Geurim, Hyunseung’s older sister, was in charge of who to hire, and Yoseob helped out in the male department. Hyunseung was a stewardess trainee, having started on flights only one year ago.
And the main deciding factor in their company? Hyunseung’s grandfather was rarely seen, but when he was seen, it was only at the most important occasions where his presence was required.
But that was in work. In their own private Jang family, his grandfather wore knickers and loose shirts around the house, their father cooked for them, their mother played dress-up on both Geurim and Hyunseung…
Pretty much their life was normal. It was boring, so to speak, but no, Hyunseung wasn’t complaining. Not when he was fed regularly, clothed properly…
No, Hyunseung wasn’t an ingrate.
But it was boring.
-
“Kyaaaaaaa! Joker!!”
The incessant screaming was making his head pound, and Junhyung resisted turning around to scream at his fan girls because that would be rude to the people who had helped him come this far in his career. So he bore it and smiled at them, waving several times, all the way until he entered the gates leading to the flight he was taking. Even then, there were whispers all around him, shy glances, nervous giggling, and he sighed. Leaning against a nearby wall and then pulling out his earpieces, he shoved them into his ears, blasted the music on full and adjusted the sunglasses on his nose.
The wall (?) he was leaning against suddenly shoved against his back and he stumbled forward, narrowly missing landing on his hands and knees. Brushing off the dirt, he turned, eyes confused. Wasn’t he leaning against the wall? Two eyes peered back at him, and his eyes were instinctively drawn to perfect teeth chewing hesitantly on red lips.
“Oh, I’m sorry; I didn’t realize I was leaning against the door.”
Perfect manners; that was what Yong Junhyung was known for. Bowing, he turned, shuffling to the nearest couch to plop on it. He thanked god for the sunglasses, which hid the blush he was sure was on his face. Embarrassment burned on his face, and he could already feel the laughter people were pointing towards him. He looked down awkwardly at his closed knees and began to fiddle with his thumbs.
Hands entered his field of vision and reached for his tousled shirt and he jerked back in surprise, the tiny frail and pale hands pausing halfway. Junhyung looked up to see the same male kneeling to the side of his seat, tiny smile adorning his face. Oh, he was wearing a Siri uniform, the plane service Junhyung was taking.
“I’m sorry. But may I?”
Junhyung pulled off his earpieces and shook his head, lips curving up in response to the bright eyes. Sure, Siri flight stewardesses were known for their impeccable services, but he didn’t really like people touching him. The steward’s eyes widened a fraction, before he smiled again, a full blown smile this time.
The hands continued anyway, and Junhyung watched, eyes wide as gentle hands opened his first two buttons of the button shirt apart and begin to put it together again (in the proper holes, Junhyung noticed with mortification).
“You remind me of a child I met yesterday.”
Those words come as a shock to Junhyung, because really, no one dared to approach him and talk to him in such a casual way. Which was actually sad, because what they didn’t know was that behind the cold singer mask, Junhyung was actually a very open and happy guy (save his bouts of depression).
Unsure of how to react, he stared at the doe eyed boy with wide eyes, lips tilted slightly downwards at the corners. His hands were on his lap, and he really, suddenly felt like a small kid again with his mother taking good care of him.
Camera lights flashed, and his head immediately snapped up, finding the person who took the picture.
“If you don’t want to appear in the gossip tabloid in the news tomorrow, I suggest you leave, now.” Junhyung murmured, hands coming up to guide the hands away. He was amazed at the size difference; both hands of the steward could be easily swallowed up by one of his.
“Hmm, it would do Siri some good to be publicized like that, but not for you, I guess. I suppose you are taking the flight to Japan with Siri, Mr. Yong Junhyung?”
His eyes widened again. So the host did know who he was!
“Y-yeah, I am.”
“Good. Then let’s get you settled in your seat, shall we?”
The steward straightened and turned, motioning for Junhyung to follow him.
And Junhyung was left speechless behind him.
-
After he was comfortably settled (as what the steward had said) in his designated seat (beside the window), he began to fiddle awkwardly with his thumbs again. Because what the hell, the plane wasn’t going to fly off for another hour, and he was sitting all alone in the huge business class cabin.
Clacks sounded through the whole empty plane belly, and he looked up, lips slightly pushed out, to see the same male holding onto two cans of fruit juice. Fruit juice? Really? Looking down to hide the sudden amused smile, he removed the sunglasses and flicked his hair to the side, turning back to stare as the steward slid into the empty seat beside him.
“I can see why there were so many people screaming outside the first class room just now. You are indeed handsome, Mr. Yong Junhyung.”
Awkward silence greeted that statement, and Junhyung could feel his left eyebrow twitching. Handsome? Put aside nice lips, naturally shiny hair and small face, he could think of nothing else nice about his face. Years of taunting remarks about his scarred face, small squinty eyes, fat tongue were swept aside and put behind him as he cleared his throat.
“Ahh… Thank you… It may seem rude to ask, but may I inquire as to what to call you? It feels weird to refer to you as …Mr. Steward.”
Light laughter filled the empty cabin, and Junhyung found himself drawn to the way the man’s eyes crinkled upwards, and the way the bottoms of his canines appeared, just slightly.
“Sure it is. My name is Jang Hyunseung, and you may refer to me as hyung.”
Junhyung’s eyebrow rose further and he watched as Hyunseung brought the can of juice up to his lips.
“And how do you know that I’m your dongsaeng?”
“My sister stalks you.”
This time round, it was Junhyung who burst into laughter. His shoulders shook, and the liquid in the can he was holding onto sloshed around. Hyunseung regarded him with amusement, lips curved up in a light smile, and then he relaxed into the chair, hand reaching for the button on his uniform.
“You don’t mind if I remove the first button right? It’s stiff and hot.”
Junhyung shook his head, giggles dying off as soon as his hyung pulled the collar of his shirt down lower, revealing sharp collarbones under milky white fair skin. He swallowed.
Damn it, he was fucked.
-
“Damn it, Doodoo! Where the hell is your charge! He’s supposed to be boarding n-“
“Relax, dear, I’m sure his,” Doojoon waved an absentminded hand around, “somewhere around. Anyway, we have some other stuff to take care off, no?”
Yoseob squeaked as hands encircled his waist and tugged, fringe flying up a little. His face smashed into rock hard chest, and he groaned, before a smile pulled his lips up.
“Yeah, yeah, we can finish what we were doing after you find your star, and after I find my child.”
“Child? What child? You have a child?”
“His name is Jang Hyunseung, dolt. And he’s older than me, but since I have more experience… The Jangs wanted me to take care of him.”
“Ahhh… Now where is Junhyung…?”
A/N 2 : Should I continue this? Haha, /bounce bounce/
Author: mushnrice
Pairing: Junseung, Dooseob, Kiwoon
Rating: Pg-13 (Rated by Chapter)
Warnings: AU
Summary: Hyunseung is an air stewardess... And Junhyung is a pop star. When they meet... Bang, crash, zibaboom. TROLL, I suck at summaries.
A/N: First time posting in Beastattack; nerve wrecking. Not sure if I should continue this story or not… Should I? Comments are much loved~ Friends, anyone? xD mushnrice @ twitter~
Beast Airlines
Sometimes Yong Junhyung can’t help but to wonder - how would it feel like leading a normal life? Is it worth it to be a singer? To be able to not have fans screaming his name wherever he went, to be able to simply walk out dressed in what he wants to wear and not have people criticizing his choice of clothes. To be able to help his mother out in her pastry shop without people crowding there, no, not to buy bread, but to catch a glimpse of the famous singer Yong Junhyung.
To be able to hold someone’s hands, kiss and hug that same someone without girls screaming or crying all around him.
But then nahh, the spotlights dim and he takes a step out into stage, hair mussed to perfection, clothes impeccably straightened, eyes ringed with smokey make-up, dabbed to perfection. And he smirks (the screaming that has already been there ever since he stepped on the platform increasing in crescendo). The music starts, and he begins to move, bringing up the mic to his mouth, spare hand smacking against the side of his jean clad thigh to count the tempo.
And after that high is over, once he steps down from the stage and is whizzed away by coordis, to change and to wipe off all that make up. As he stares into the mirror, into black empty holes his dorky manager calls his attractive factor, stares at the scarred face (made smooth by make-up, now removed), stares at the meaningless smirk adorning his lips (his favorite factor about himself) and he sighs.
Nahh, it’s not worth it.
Yong Junhyung doesn’t want to see his pathetic self, so he leaves; he pushes himself off the dressing table and turns around, fishing for the pair of sunglasses in his pocket to put them on.
His boots make a quiet thump thump against the carpeted floor as he leaves the dressing room, making sure to lock it behind him.
-
The airplane was dim, lights shifted to low in order for the passengers to rest. Hyunseung was currently making his rounds in the plane cabin, making sure that everyone was comfortable and that everything was fine. When he was about to enter his own cabin to rest, a tiny hand curled around the bottom of his shirt uniform and tugged, Hyunseung looking back to see childish eyes blown wide with curiosity. The kid was staring at his uniform, and his mother was sleeping.
Smiling, he turned and knelt down beside the boy.
“Yes? Do you want some orange juice?”
The boy shook his head.
“How about trying to sleep? The chairs are comfortable right?”
The boy shook his head again.
Hyunseung had to bite back a laugh bubbling out of his throat. Instead, he patted the boy’s head and turned to get a blanket from the shelf. Unfolding it, he dropped over the boy and tucked the edges of the blanket under him, before switching the light off totally.
“Go on, rest.”
A small ding from another part of the plane alerted him to another passenger, and he threaded his way carefully through the rows of seats, picking up several blankets and stuffed toys on the way. He entered the business class and found a light still blinking. Walking over to it, he spotted a rather oversized man (stuffed in a business suit) with several expensive wine bottles around him.
“Yes, can I get you anything?” As part of his job, Hyunseung smiled down at the business man leering at him obscenely, clearly drunk.
“You can get me you, hon.”
Hyunseung had to bite back the retort bubbling up and out of his throat, instead forcing the smile to grow wider on his face.
“I’m sorry sir; you seem to have been mistaken. The bell over there is to inform any of the stewardesses in the flight of any of your needs, and seeing that you have none, I will go now.”
Chubby fingers reach out as he turned, and they grasped on to his thin wrist, tugging and pulling him backwards. The plane lurched then, bumping into an air pocket and he gasped, as his balance was lost, tumbling backwards into the said man’s lap.
Hands were on him, and he was biting on to his lips, trying to avoid disturbing the sleeping woman next to the guy (no doubt his wife), settling for trying to push off the other guy’s hands. He reached out for the button and managed to press it twice, praying hard that Yoseob would be able to get to them before he managed to…
…the button on his suit pants gave way with a happy pop…
Shit. Where the hell was Yoseob? A small figure raced down the corridor, and Hyunseung’s eyes brightened. Yoseob hurried over, pulling Hyunseung out of the man’s tight grip, leading the flushed orange haired stewardess back to their cabin.
“Go sleep. I’ll deal with this.”
His breathing was hard, and Hyunseung nodded in thanks before collapsing on the tiny bunk bed (Yoseob’s was above his), not bothering to even change out. His eyes fluttered shut, breath evening out.
-
“Sir, our Siri airlines are an extremely prestigious flight carriers that do not tolerate you touching our staff inappropriately. Please bear in mind that we are not an average whorehouse and that we do have the power to bar you from ever taking our…”
Hyunseung crept past Yoseob who was still lecturing the guy, hands tightly clenched around his and his manager’s suitcases. Creeping past the fat man who looked upset, he broke out into a run and dashed into the stewardesses holding area, dropping the suitcases down onto the lush carpeted floor.
A few other girl stewardesses were giggling, pointing and laughing quite openly at him, and Hyunseung rolled his eyes before pulling out his outside clothes to change.
“Oppa, you okay?” A familiar gentle hand was laid on his shoulder and he turned, smile ready on his face.
“Yeah, Geurim-ah, I’m fine. Did mom say when she was going to come back from her trip?”
His sister smiled, before shaking her head, long tresses moving along with the movement. Her blue uniform cap was pinned neatly onto the top of her head, ‘Siri” printed neatly across the side with their crest.
“Ahhh… Is dad home? He’s cooking dinner tonight right?”
“Yeaps, so we gotta hurry home!”
-
The Siri airlines were founded a long time ago, back when airplanes first came into commercial use. The Jangs then were a rather politically strong family, and Hyunseung’s grandfather took over the Siri airlines from an uncle, and they have been going strong ever since.
Hyunseung’s father was the company’s vice head, with their mother as his assistant. They both took care of the company’s expenses, as well as the daily running of it. Geurim, Hyunseung’s older sister, was in charge of who to hire, and Yoseob helped out in the male department. Hyunseung was a stewardess trainee, having started on flights only one year ago.
And the main deciding factor in their company? Hyunseung’s grandfather was rarely seen, but when he was seen, it was only at the most important occasions where his presence was required.
But that was in work. In their own private Jang family, his grandfather wore knickers and loose shirts around the house, their father cooked for them, their mother played dress-up on both Geurim and Hyunseung…
Pretty much their life was normal. It was boring, so to speak, but no, Hyunseung wasn’t complaining. Not when he was fed regularly, clothed properly…
No, Hyunseung wasn’t an ingrate.
But it was boring.
-
“Kyaaaaaaa! Joker!!”
The incessant screaming was making his head pound, and Junhyung resisted turning around to scream at his fan girls because that would be rude to the people who had helped him come this far in his career. So he bore it and smiled at them, waving several times, all the way until he entered the gates leading to the flight he was taking. Even then, there were whispers all around him, shy glances, nervous giggling, and he sighed. Leaning against a nearby wall and then pulling out his earpieces, he shoved them into his ears, blasted the music on full and adjusted the sunglasses on his nose.
The wall (?) he was leaning against suddenly shoved against his back and he stumbled forward, narrowly missing landing on his hands and knees. Brushing off the dirt, he turned, eyes confused. Wasn’t he leaning against the wall? Two eyes peered back at him, and his eyes were instinctively drawn to perfect teeth chewing hesitantly on red lips.
“Oh, I’m sorry; I didn’t realize I was leaning against the door.”
Perfect manners; that was what Yong Junhyung was known for. Bowing, he turned, shuffling to the nearest couch to plop on it. He thanked god for the sunglasses, which hid the blush he was sure was on his face. Embarrassment burned on his face, and he could already feel the laughter people were pointing towards him. He looked down awkwardly at his closed knees and began to fiddle with his thumbs.
Hands entered his field of vision and reached for his tousled shirt and he jerked back in surprise, the tiny frail and pale hands pausing halfway. Junhyung looked up to see the same male kneeling to the side of his seat, tiny smile adorning his face. Oh, he was wearing a Siri uniform, the plane service Junhyung was taking.
“I’m sorry. But may I?”
Junhyung pulled off his earpieces and shook his head, lips curving up in response to the bright eyes. Sure, Siri flight stewardesses were known for their impeccable services, but he didn’t really like people touching him. The steward’s eyes widened a fraction, before he smiled again, a full blown smile this time.
The hands continued anyway, and Junhyung watched, eyes wide as gentle hands opened his first two buttons of the button shirt apart and begin to put it together again (in the proper holes, Junhyung noticed with mortification).
“You remind me of a child I met yesterday.”
Those words come as a shock to Junhyung, because really, no one dared to approach him and talk to him in such a casual way. Which was actually sad, because what they didn’t know was that behind the cold singer mask, Junhyung was actually a very open and happy guy (save his bouts of depression).
Unsure of how to react, he stared at the doe eyed boy with wide eyes, lips tilted slightly downwards at the corners. His hands were on his lap, and he really, suddenly felt like a small kid again with his mother taking good care of him.
Camera lights flashed, and his head immediately snapped up, finding the person who took the picture.
“If you don’t want to appear in the gossip tabloid in the news tomorrow, I suggest you leave, now.” Junhyung murmured, hands coming up to guide the hands away. He was amazed at the size difference; both hands of the steward could be easily swallowed up by one of his.
“Hmm, it would do Siri some good to be publicized like that, but not for you, I guess. I suppose you are taking the flight to Japan with Siri, Mr. Yong Junhyung?”
His eyes widened again. So the host did know who he was!
“Y-yeah, I am.”
“Good. Then let’s get you settled in your seat, shall we?”
The steward straightened and turned, motioning for Junhyung to follow him.
And Junhyung was left speechless behind him.
-
After he was comfortably settled (as what the steward had said) in his designated seat (beside the window), he began to fiddle awkwardly with his thumbs again. Because what the hell, the plane wasn’t going to fly off for another hour, and he was sitting all alone in the huge business class cabin.
Clacks sounded through the whole empty plane belly, and he looked up, lips slightly pushed out, to see the same male holding onto two cans of fruit juice. Fruit juice? Really? Looking down to hide the sudden amused smile, he removed the sunglasses and flicked his hair to the side, turning back to stare as the steward slid into the empty seat beside him.
“I can see why there were so many people screaming outside the first class room just now. You are indeed handsome, Mr. Yong Junhyung.”
Awkward silence greeted that statement, and Junhyung could feel his left eyebrow twitching. Handsome? Put aside nice lips, naturally shiny hair and small face, he could think of nothing else nice about his face. Years of taunting remarks about his scarred face, small squinty eyes, fat tongue were swept aside and put behind him as he cleared his throat.
“Ahh… Thank you… It may seem rude to ask, but may I inquire as to what to call you? It feels weird to refer to you as …Mr. Steward.”
Light laughter filled the empty cabin, and Junhyung found himself drawn to the way the man’s eyes crinkled upwards, and the way the bottoms of his canines appeared, just slightly.
“Sure it is. My name is Jang Hyunseung, and you may refer to me as hyung.”
Junhyung’s eyebrow rose further and he watched as Hyunseung brought the can of juice up to his lips.
“And how do you know that I’m your dongsaeng?”
“My sister stalks you.”
This time round, it was Junhyung who burst into laughter. His shoulders shook, and the liquid in the can he was holding onto sloshed around. Hyunseung regarded him with amusement, lips curved up in a light smile, and then he relaxed into the chair, hand reaching for the button on his uniform.
“You don’t mind if I remove the first button right? It’s stiff and hot.”
Junhyung shook his head, giggles dying off as soon as his hyung pulled the collar of his shirt down lower, revealing sharp collarbones under milky white fair skin. He swallowed.
Damn it, he was fucked.
-
“Damn it, Doodoo! Where the hell is your charge! He’s supposed to be boarding n-“
“Relax, dear, I’m sure his,” Doojoon waved an absentminded hand around, “somewhere around. Anyway, we have some other stuff to take care off, no?”
Yoseob squeaked as hands encircled his waist and tugged, fringe flying up a little. His face smashed into rock hard chest, and he groaned, before a smile pulled his lips up.
“Yeah, yeah, we can finish what we were doing after you find your star, and after I find my child.”
“Child? What child? You have a child?”
“His name is Jang Hyunseung, dolt. And he’s older than me, but since I have more experience… The Jangs wanted me to take care of him.”
“Ahhh… Now where is Junhyung…?”
A/N 2 : Should I continue this? Haha, /bounce bounce/