My beautiful, pretty, talented Minmin

"I said I don't hate anyone." She shouted at him. Then her eyes widened again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." she bowed repeatedly. Was she tame or wild? Chihun could not figure her out. Doona began to walk, and Chihun followed quietly behind her, till a thought crept into his mind.

"Are you scared of men?" Right as he spoke those words, Doona froze. Chihun turned to see why Doona was not moving. She just stood still, her hands began to fidget, and she rubbed them fiercely. "I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?" Chihun tried to walk up to her, but Doona yelled back shrilly.

"Stay back. I'm...I'm fine."

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Chihun stepped back after hearing her scream at him. What a mess, he thought. This is why he hated getting involved with people. "Fine, fine." He held his hands up, to prove to her that he was no threat, and he only started walking when he made sure she was a good distance away from him. When they arrived at their apartment building, he pointed towards the stairs. "I'll use the stairs you take the elevator, I'll meet you on the third floor," Chihun told Doona, who nodded and silently walked away towards the elevator.

"What's his deal..." Doona angrily muttered to herself. "Did he have to throw it in my face like that..." She stabbed the 3rd-floor button. "Yes, I'm scared of men. It's not like I want to be, My life would be easier if I wasn't." Doona folded her arms and puffed out her cheeks. All of this is Sochun's fault, I hope he burns in hell, Doona thought. The elevator door slid open, and Doona stepped out, surprised to see Chihun was already waiting for her. "...fast" she muttered.

"It's nothing compared to the disappearing act you pulled this afternoon," Chihun responded, and Doona let out a chuckle. Chihun stopped to gawk at Doona as she tried to stifle her smirk back to the usual grossed-out expression. This woman was a puzzle, he thought.

"You can wait here… I'll bring your suitcase out." Chihun held his palm out to Doona who was already 2 feet apart from him. Well at least she had no interest in entering his apartment, that would be a first. Chihun shut the door behind him and raced to the closest to pull out the luggage. He had never brought a girl back to his apartment before… well technically to his apartment door before. Chihun looked around the room, posters of Mijin hung on every wall, some pictures of other idols were stuck on the walls too. "Ugh! It was an obsession at this point. It's kind of embarrassing that I have all of these," he sighed.

Women in the past had tried to find out where Chihun lived, but he had been very careful in eluding them. Look at him now, willingly bringing along someone to his apartment door. Well, she did not seem to have any interest in him. She hated men or was scared of them... this was a good thing thought Chihun because he knew she had no potential of being another one of his stalkers.

"Here you go." His long hands stretched out the suitcase to Doona, who was uncomfortable taking it directly from him. Chihun let go of the handle, and immediately Doona, with a quickness snatched up the suitcase, and just as quickly as she disappeared up the stairs earlier that day, she vanished from his sight.

"What is she? An Olympic sprinter?" Chihun laughed to himself. "And what's with her hair cut?" He closed the door behind him and jumped on his bed. He ignored the pestering text messages from his curly-haired friend Namsun, Chihun hastily opened the Voptube app to watch Minji's rehearsal. This does not even begin to do her beauty justice, he thought to himself. "I shouldn't have bothered with that woman." He groaned.

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Doona was so happy to have her suitcase back. She practically ripped the zips off and squeezed her laptop tightly. Then she hopped on her bed and flipped the device open. Doona began to type… www.Rebbit.com

Doona then logged into her account, and already she had a flurry of new messages, tags and requests piled up in her inbox. What to type? What to type? She thought to herself. "I should probably start with a post."

¶ Romance_Quest_Sheriff4456:

Hello guys!!!!

I've been so busy these past months (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ)

A lot has happened in my life, and some big changes have been made.

I've really missed you all and I'll be back in action now that I'm all settled in. I'll be answering all your questions in a bit so be patient.

In the meantime here are 20 ways to keep the passion burning in any relationship…

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Doona collapsed on her back and stared at her ceiling. "Settled in my ass." She turned on her side to let her tiredness, frustration and exhaustion rock her to sleep.

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"You have to be the saddest moron I have ever dated." Minji was at the door when Sochun returned from his family reunion. "You had one job. I was so embarrassed." Minji paced around his living room, livid.

"I'm sorry? You were the one that tossed the flowers on the ground. Remember?" He walked past her and pulled the fridge open. He needed a drink, but Minji slammed it shut. Here we go again, he thought.

"I'm talking to you. You were supposed to make it up to me, not fly off to who knows where." She leaned against the fridge door. Fine! I will just drink water, Sochun shrugged his shoulders as he wandered towards the sink. He picked up a glass cup only for Minji to pick it up and toss it at the wall behind him.

"I'm speaking to you." She yelled and poked his chest. "This is the last time I put up with your infidelity, your daddy-issues and your all-around devil-may-cry attitude. If I say something is important, it bloody is." Minji pushed past Sochun and walked into the bedroom. Sochun groggily walked towards the couch, making sure he stepped over the shattered glass cup. He then collapsed on the couch, face-down, and listened to Minji swear like a sailor as she packed up her things and probably flung his stuff out the window. The last time they fought, she lit his jackets on fire and tossed them at his neighbours, she might as well burn the apartment to the ground with him still in it.

"I'm not coming back this time, you ungrateful shitty man." She tossed her duffel bag at him. Her long hair was now pulled into a high-ponytail so you could see her slender neck. Sochun laid there wondering what she tasted like...

"Wanna have sex?" He grinned at her, but Minji's eyes widened, and her pupils shrunk into crazy-tiny-dots, so he knew it was best to head for the door immediately. Sochun jumped off the couch just as Minji pounced on it, he hopped over the shattered glass cup, but Minji was not as lucky. She hissed and held onto her foot, little drops of blood dripping on the tiles, and the carpet. "You alright Minmin?" Sochun cooed lovingly from the door. He peeked his head to see if she was alright.

"I hate you, stupid face asshole. I hope you catch an STD and die." She hissed and tossed a pillow at him.

"What would your fans think if they saw their number one idol, swearing like an old trucker." Sochun stepped back into the apartment and shut the door behind him.

"You had one job. I was so embarrassed, cheating dick-faced bastard. Arms around some ugly skank." Sochun sat beside Minji, who was tearing up. If she wasn't so cute, he would have pushed her in front of a train, for a quarter of the shit she had put him through.

"You're lucky you're this gorgeous." He got off the couch and pulled out the first-aid kit from the cupboard. "Now let me see those toes?" Minji huffed and looked away from Sochun, as he counted her toes. "I think one is missing?" Sochun gasped.

"Crap really?" Minji looked at her feet… "asshole." She playfully fisted his hair and shook his head. "Patch me up, and pray this wound heals before the actual talent show."

"Yes, yes my beautiful, pretty, talented Minmin." Sochun beamed at Minji, who tossed another pillow in his face.