TFDL: Prelude - Chapter 3

Chapter Three: The Mom Learns of Hate and the Hidden Devil Lives in his Kingdom of Worshippers

            “Wake up, Jaejoong.” A woman kept yanking his arm.

            Stretching his other arm, Jaejoong murmured, “N-no, let me go. I don’t want to cook today, Changmin.” Then, he screamed once he felt like a boulder had squished his back. “What the—“

            He turned to find Ami choking on her giggles while rolling off of the bed to dress. “You should really move out some time if the guys are still causing you grief.” She started to button the blouse that she had retrieved from the floor.

            Jaejoong rubbed his eyes with his palms and groaned, “Stop saying that. You know that none of us will move out any time soon.”

            Slipping on her stockings, she laughed. “Well, you can’t keep sleeping over at my place . . . when you want. It’s been . . . what? Seven years and you’re still there because of some silly promise you—“

            “It’s not a silly promise.”

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Chapter 4: Transitions from Rebirth

          I would not be able to say what day it was, but I never lost track of how many days had passed since my arrival. My method of counting was a system of precision that revolved around a meal for I was only given a meal a day. Starvation was supposed to keep my figure for the auction. According to the old woman who was responsible for my body, I needed to lose a few pounds to maintain the look of a youthful doll.

          “That is your target audience,” she had always reminded me before taking measurements of every part of my body each morning, “men who are attracted to childlike women.”

          “So, they will do whatever they please with me?” I had asked her once.

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Inspirational Monday # 6: Don't mess with girls

I always check up on music for J-pop, Kpop and Cpop, and so, I saw the latest MV for 4Minute's new song, Heart to Heart.

What can I say? What did I learn?

Precisely the title of my post. Don't mess with girls. Really. This MV is supposed to be lighthearted, but let me tell you, there's a difference between an angry guy and a pissed off girl. I find the female species  scarier than the male species. Don't bite me, girls. I'm a girl too so I know.

The MV portrays girl behaviour that has gone bad . . . very well.

Here you go. Enjoy. (Oh, and girls, don't turn this way, please. We have better things to do in life than avenge for some guy.)

Funny note: For the first minute or so, I thought the guy was a girl. . . until I heard his voice and looked to his chest and realized that he was lacking some . . . *cough* *cough* assets.

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TFDL: Prelude - Chapter 2

Chapter Two: The Leader Finds Himself on the Path of Doom and the Free Spirit Finds Himself on the Path of Boredom

Rhett’s cell phone kept ringing, but he ignored its cries. Well, that would have happened if he actually knew that it was ringing. It wasn’t until a man in his forties tapped Rhett on the shoulder and pointed to his noisy cell phone did Rhett realize how silly he was. Already in a foul mood and now even more mortified, he answered with a yell, “Yeah! I thought I told you guys not to call!”

“Rhett?” a warm voice gently asked.

Shit, shit, shit. 

“Sorry, Mom. I thought it was . . . ugh . . . some stalker.” 

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TFDL: Prelude - Chapter 1

Chapter One: The Innocent Boy Has Found his Innocent Girl

The worst day of Rhett’s life was when he realized that he had lost to his best friends in the game of love. Now, Rhett Jung was the second oldest boy in the household, being 25 years old, and so he believed that he could have never lost due to his age and other factors. It wasn’t as if his appearance and personality were unappealing to women. 

Even the boys came to a consensus that Rhett was the second most handsome fellow in their group due to his model-like height and broad shoulders. His mother would have described him as a gift from heaven, but that was what all mothers thought of their children. His sister, Jihye, would groan about how long his eyelashes were and how his nose was perfectly angled at the tip. Not to mention, she would always remember to comment on how small his face was. According to her, he was nearly “picture perfect” and if he were to refute, she would mope that he shouldn’t complain when he was blessed with “single eyelids that were neither small nor large and that even slanted upwards”. 

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Status Update 9 - Early April

Before I do the usual stuff and announce the dates of my updates, I have to first make a huge announcement about TFDL. Etude will be on hold until I finish revising Prelude!

If you have been reading my blog, then you probably know that I've been editing TFDL: Prelude. At first, I thought I could edit it so that there would be two different versions, but somehow, as I was editing, I realized that I couldn't keep one version away from the other. There were noticeable flaws in the first draft, so I had to change several things. I have to say that two characters have been affected greatly by these changes and those two are Jaejoong and Yoomi.

I have to be frank here. Jaejoong and Yoomi's relationship had always been hard for me to capture. Somehow, their connection wasn't what I had anticipated. I wanted something more, so I suddenly thought of something or rather a few things. I won't reveal them here because you'll see what these changes are, but I will just say that Jaejoong's love life is no longer the way I had portrayed before.

A part of me would like to keep Jaejoong and Yoomi's moments as is, but I couldn't.

I hope you will understand my sentiments, and agree with my revisions. Thank you!

TFDL: Prelude

Asianfanfics: The revised chapter one and two will be up on March 26. Chapter three will be on April 2nd.

Rebirth

Soompi: Chapter 58 will be up on April 2nd.

Fictionpress: Chapter 58 will be up on April 2nd.

*The revised chapter four is available on my blog.

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Chapter 3: Revelations from Rebirth

        “Are you sure, you’re okay?” Brett kept asking me throughout the car ride. Even when Brett had walked me to the front door of my apartment, he had asked one last time, “Renelle, are you sure you don’t want to take a few days off—“

          “I’m fine, really.” I plugged my key to the half-broken lock, twisting the door knob.

          “All right, if you say so.” Brett grunted.

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