We Really Shouldn't Be Doing This (7 [Part 1 of 2/?)
Title: We Really Shouldn't Be Doing This (7 [Part 1 of 2/?)
Author: tazanya
Genre: Comedy-Romance with a bit of crack; this and later Chapters have some angst and melodrama
Rating: R mostly for language and violence
Pairing: GD-Minzy-TOP, minzy-Youngbae, Dara/? GD/CL, other YG family pairings
Author's Note: Minzy will NOT be involved in any sexytimes above PG-13.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual events or people is for entertainment and parody purposes only.
CHAPTER 7 (Part 1 of 2):Don't Hate Me, Oppa
theenigma: Don't you think gushing about him on National TV is a bit much?
DoubleTsmom: I needed something to say. Where are you two anyway?
theenigma: Stop trying to change the subject, I am filming Runningman tonight/morning with him at Unhyeongung palace.*
theenigma: Anyway, glad you know exactly what I am talking about?
DoubleTsmom: Actually, I am surprised it took you so long to say something.
theenigma: I was waiting for you to apologize.
DoubleTsmom: I didn't do anything wrong.
theenigma: Why him? You could have lied and used me in the story.
DoubleTsmom: Yeah, but...
theenigma: ... I don't come off as a knight-in-shining armor?
DoubleTsmom: You do to me.
theenigma: Really?
DoubleTsmom: Really?
theenigma: But noona, I don't ever do anything for you. Nothing anyone notices.
DoubleTsmom: Are you pouting right now?
theenigma: No, of course not, real men don't pout.
DoubleTsmom: I bet you would pout for your OTHER noona.
theenigma: We just play around like that.
DoubleTsmom: You could play around like that with me....
theenigma: Our playing is different... hotter.
DoubleTsmom: Who's hotter, me or her?
theenigma: Define hotter?
DoubleTsmom: WRONG ANSWER, the appropriate answer is “You are, my awesomely sexy lover.”
theenigma: I don't really talk like that. Plus, I better be more than just another lover.
DoubleTsmom: IT WAS JUST AN EXAMPLE, forget it.
theenigma: I am just messing with you, who could ever be sexier than you. She pales in comparison to the sensual eroticism of your every movement.
DoubleTsmom: ENOUGH, aish shoulda never brought it up.
theenigma: Eh, I tried. Now who is the one pouting.
DoubleTsmom: I am not pouting. Just. I don't know. Of all the women to be close with, why her?
theenigma: You don't want me to be friends with her anymore?
DoubleTsmom: NO! I am not saying that, its just how can I not be a tiny wee bit jealous of her. She is like the hottest woman in Korea.
DoubleTsmom: No, strike that, an article just came out she is like one of the hottest women IN THE F*CKING WORLD.
theenigma: She is pretty hot.
DoubleTsmom: Yah, KANG DAE SUNG!!!
theenigma: jk jk, she hasn't got anything on you. Besides, even if I had the choice, I would still choose you a million times over.
DoubleTsmom: Really /blushes
theenigma: of course, you're my baby.
DoubleTsmom: Can't wait to get back home and show you just how much that means to me.
theenigma: Better hurry back, or I might just have to fly to Jeju and kidnap you.
[color="#FF8C00"]DoubleTsmom: Ha ha, you silly.
[color="#00BFFF"]theenigma: Before I forget, no more ski trips without me.
DoubleTsmom: K...no more ski trips without you ;)
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Damn, she hung up on me again. What the h*ll can be going on over there? I have never just waltzed to the girls dorm without express permission. It's their private sanctuary. On the other hand, she called me, she has never called me, we have never talked or chatted or anything on my phone. This has got to be important.
There's no choice, I can't sit here and pretend that call didn't happen.
Intent on getting to their apartment as quickly as possible, I grab my keys and phone, I'll keep redialing until she picks up again. As I reach the main room, I remember that Jiyong and I were supposed to be video-gaming tonight. He asks me where I am going, I quickly tell him I left something at YG and would be right back. I can tell he is curious, but he doesn't press me for more details.
Once I am out of the dorm, I make a mad sprint for the elevators. I can't shake this ominous feeling. Frack, why is this elevator taking so long. Should I just take the stairs instead? Which is faster? I can't just keep standing here, what if she needs me now?
What if she isn't picking up because the robbers have her now? Or it could be gangsters, could one of the unnies be in a lot of debt and gangsters are there harassing her? G*ddammit I bet it's one of the uncle fans, they always creep me out, how they look at Minzy and drool over her. Did a fan figure out how to get into their apartment?
I can't take it anymore this elevator is too slow, I'll just sprint down the stairs. Much quicker. I am almost at their door. There are loud crashes coming from the girls apartment.
Is something breaking? F*ck F*ck F*ck. I am pounding on the door, but noone is answering. At least the crashes have stopped.
“MINZY, Open the door. Open now! Please, Open up.” I know I should not be yelling, but this is an emergency. Hold on, what's the door code? The managers gave it to me, think TOP, THINK.
Screaming and pounding on the door, and trying to think of this stupid code is not really the best combination. It was something about birthdays. Bom's oldest her birthday is March 3, then Dara with her November birthday 11, CL's birthday is February, so that is 2, and Min's is January another 1. 31121, let's see it it works.
It's not working, what am I doing wrong. I know that these birthday numbers are right.
Oh yeah, reverse it. I remember Min saying she was happy to get to be first at something involving the girls. So Minzy's is first and Bom is last. 12113. I hear the click of the door unlock and breath a sigh of relief.
I didn't know what to expect when I bust through the door. Certainly not almost knocking Minzy off her feet. Luckily, I have great reflexes, if I do say so myself, and catch her before she actually falls to the ground.
As I finally get my first real look at Minzy, my bright and happy angel is gone replaced with, I don't even know. She looks like the cross between a zombie and a ghost. She is wearing mismatched pajamas haphazardly buttoned in the front. There are marks all over her face. The left side of her face is swollen. Her lips look bruised and are cut. Her hands are cut and bloody, her normally immaculate manicured nails destroyed.
I whisper as quietly as I can, “is there someone here?” She nods her head slowly from left to right. At least, she's alone now. I want to ask her what happened, find out who or what I need to destroy, but something in her eyes stops me from asking.
I can't describe what's in her eyes, it's an unpleasant mix of horror, sadness, disappointment, and guilt. Rather than ask the millions of questions that are forming in my head, I steer her to the living room.
I softly help her to the couch, where she sits like a rag doll, emotionless. At a loss for what to do, I sit next to her. She visibly flinches and scoots back to the other end of the couch.
“Please leave,” she says firmly.
“If that is what you really want Minzy,” I have no intention of pressuring her to allow me to stay even if it will destroy me to leave.
A little less firmly she repeats, “Please leave.” She is staring at her trembling hands. I don't want to leave but something tells me pushing to stay isn't the right way to handle things. I get up fully willing to comply with her request.
I make the mistake of giving her one last glance, what I see, breaks my heart. The trembling in Minzy's hands has moved to her entire body, she's hugging her legs close to her chest, silent tears are streaming down her face. When she lifts her had to look at me, I know that no matter how much I want to honor her wishes, I can't leave her like this, I just can't.
I stay standing, my face directed at the wall opposite the couch. Not daring to look at her again, lest I lose what remaining control I have, I plead my case, “Minzy, I won't ask what happened, even though I would like to know. In fact, you don't have to say a word. But can I please stay? I will sit right here on the end of the couch and not move one millimeter closer. I could sit over by the door, as far away as you want. Just please let me stay.“ By the end of my request my voice is catching, The sorrow and pain fills the entire apartment. I am nearly crying myself.
What the hell happened to her? I desperately need to know.
Minzy remains silent. Sighing deeply I turn to leave for the second time. “I won't have to talk?” she asks tentatively.
Encouraged I tell her, “no, I will do whatever you want. I can even just sit here and stare into space.”
“Ok.” that's all she says. I quite deadpan, okay. I let out a huge sigh of relief. No matter what happened to her earlier, the rest of her night will end on her terms and her terms only.
Not sure whether to sit back down on the couch or somewhere else I end up halfway sitting on the arm of the couch, too wary to sit more comfortably or closer to Minzy. Not knowing what else to say, I ask the best question I can come up with.
“Are you ok?” why did God even give me vocal chords? Any damn fool can tell she is soooo not ok. Considering I just told her she wouldn't have to talk, I feel like a complete jack*ss.
Mouth vomit around Minzy continues. FU*UCK.
Minzy looks at me with such disgust I am taken back, “Do I f*cking look ok?” Did she really just curse? “Is this the image of an ok Gong Minzy to you? Would you want me to greet fans like this?” each sentence is louder and angrier than the last, she is seething and has gotten up from the couch with her hands balled into tight fists. “No, Oppa, no I am not ok, not even a little tiny bit ok. If this is too much for you away, Go Away, GO AWAY.” She has made her way to me and is pushing me off the couch and towards the door, punching and pounding on my chest, .
“Go Away!” “Just Go” she must have used the last of her energy because her loud screams eventually reduce to incomprehensible blubberings, she is crying again. She is hitting me and crying. I don't say anything, just let her vent.
After a while she is regains her composure. Somewhere during her rage-filled fit, she goes from hitting me to leaning on me to hugging me for dear life. I can tell she is running out of steam.
Nervously, slowly, I bring my arms up from my sides to help support her. She seemed to welcome the contact, I hug her closer. She continues to cry and rage in my arms. Until all that is left are weak sobs.
Still unsure of what to say, I use instincts rather than words. Sensing that she is nearly about to collapse and not really sure how much longer I can stand up supporting all of her, half leaning & half standing on the end of the couch, I bend down and lift the delicate girl into my arms, intent upon finding a soft place for her to rest.
I don't immediately move once I pick her up, wanting to make sure that I haven't overstepped my place.
She looks at me in surprise then leans her head back on my chest. I feel ridiculous for how happy this tiny action by Min makes me feel. Her trust in me, its...whatever happened, I am eternally grateful that she still feels she can trust me.
I make my way from the living room intent on getting her to her room as gallantly as possible. Minus the tiniest of bumps to her head as I carry her through the entrance of the hallway to her room, I think I succeed.
As my hands are full, I use my foot to push open Minzy's bedroom door. What greets me looks like utter chaos, Minzy's normally tidy room looks like it was struck by lighting, a tsunami and a tornado at the same time. I quickly spin around, assuming that whatever happened must have gone down in her room.
Plan B: I take her to Bom-noona's room. Once I am sure she is safely tucked in the room and, just to be sure, after I check under the bed in the closets, and even make sure the windows are locked, I set about making her comfortable. I leave her for the briefest of seconds to put some tea on and get the first aid kit and some warm towels.
As I tend to her wounds, I realize that what I had originally thought were just random cuts, are in fact bite marks. Minzy watches me silently. I wipe way the dried blood her hands and arms and find that the bruises are actually hand prints, my anger is heating up. It's not something that hurt her, someone hurt her, hurt her badly. Minzy continues to watch me. When I make a move to wipe her neck she flinches away. The tears threaten to come back. Wordlessly she accepts the towel and I turn around to give her privacy.
I don't meant to, well I do, but not for a sleazy reason. I peak at her wiping her neck and chest. I am so shocked I jump off the bed. I can feel her eyes on my back. But I can't turn around. The bite marks, the bite marks I thought were just on her face continue down her neck, continue down her chest. I want to throw up. I want to punch something. I want to hurt whoever did this worse then they have ever hurt.
Who did this? Who f*ck-ing did this to her?
“I'm done” she says as I try to regain myself from the murderous feeling that is taking over me..
I wrap and fix her wounds as best I can, I try not to betray the anger and rage I feel. I replace the first aid kit and she snuggles into the bed. I walk to the door turning off the lights. Through the darkness she pleads, “Please Stay, Please.” Hearing her like this after seeing her injuries, is too much, I walk back in the darkness and kneel by the bed.
“I know I said I wouldn't ask, but I can't close my eyes knowing the bootyhole who did this to you is out there. If you can, tell me who did this?” I feel like a sorry excuse for a human asking this of her, but I can't go one more second not knowing.
“I don't want you to hate him.” Too late, I will hate this f*cker forever for what he did. “I don't want you to hate me.” whah! How could I hate her, what is she talking about?
“I could never hate you Minzy, never.” I need her to know this, feel the truth of my words.
“Even if,” her throat catches and I can tell she is on the verge of tears, but I don't stop her this is the most she has said all night. “Even if it's all my fault.” confused at the direction of the conversation I wait patiently for her to continue.
Tentatively she tells me about YG's order to edit the Skin choreography. I must say I agree with the Boss on this one, that choreo is not fit for anyone but my eyes.
She tells me about going back to the practice room after dinner with the dancers. Damn, I knew those f*cking Kwon Twins were involved in some way.
Note to self, beat the shitake out of those douchebags first chance I get.
She tells me about feeling someone watcher her, and turning around to find a half naked man staring at her. Then she stops.
For a long time there is complete silence in the dark room. Instinctively I know that she will restart when she is ready, I remain just as quiet as she is.
After a few more minutes she continues, “don't hate me, Oppa.”
END of CHAPTER 7 (Part 1 of 2)
Chapter Notes
*runningman is a variety show hosted by Yoo Jae Suk where the casts gets locked up overnight in a Korean landmark (that palace is one of the last official residences of the Korean monarchy) and play games and hunt for each other. It's a really fun show and I could totally see them having both Seungri and Daesung on an episode together like they had Changmin and Yunho.
Author Notes
I haven't had many good moments so I added Dae/Dara to cheer some of you up and to place the last two boys. So now you should know where and why everyone is where they are.