Talking Eyes, Mia Lafreve Pedretti [beach read book .txt] 📗

We didn't know either if it was just a simple crush or actually love, but we had have plenty of time to find out what it was. Just thinking about him as my...Boyfriend.. made me smile automatically. I thought I would have fainted along, right there, on the floor of the president's office. However my smile fade away when I remembered something.

"Hey..what's wrong?" Ji Yong asked me, looking worried. Just a minute ago he was smiling back at me too.

It was their fault that my smile fade away. Ji Yong's sasaeng fans. Ji Yong's damn, crazy and psychopathic stalker fans. "The president's right, you should go to Europe." I stated, surprising him, and not in the good way.

"What?" He frowned asking.

"Go to Europe." I repeated more firmly. The president was definetely right. It was too dangerous for me to date him or simply stay near him, without being insulted or threatened on the web. So who knows what they would have done to me, if they found out that we were a real couple... I don't even want to imagine..

"Why?" He at least wanted to know the reason of my sudden choice.

"Because.. it's the right thing to do." I said not looking directly in his eyes. But I immediately lifted them back when his hand gripped my upper arm. Not painfully but almost. "What..?"

He had a stubborn and confused expression when he spoke. "Tell me the truth, I don't want to hear lame excuses." He said firmly.

"I've already tol-"

He didn't let me finish. "Tell me the real F*cking reason!" He shouted on my face, more frustrated than angry. He looked at me, just waiting for a sincere answer. Like if he really needed for his life's sake.

I had no other choice but be frank. "The true is.." He let my arm go. "I don't want to be the target of your fans. And I don't want Sweet stones's name be ruinued by your overly jealous fans." I didn't want them to target my band mates because of me.

"But their already targeting yo-"

This time I interrupted him. "I know." I replied. "But if we don't follow the president advise, and start to date, I'm sure things will get worst." I explained, looking straightly into his eyes. "Look, I dreamed of becoming a singer since I was five years old, but then I had that car accident and stayed in the hospital for months and months. That's why I auditioned late. That's why I'm the oldest after Yang Suk ki-eoni. But now I finally made it. I realized my dream, and I don't want to ruin everything by dating you." The more I said, the madder he got. So I tried to soften my words as much as I could. "It's true, I like you, but come on, Sweet Stones has just debuted. I don't want their name get ruined because of us. Mostly because of me. I don't want to let them down. I couldn't deal with it." I ended, almost on the edge to cry, but I hold back the tears and didn't let even one escape from my eyes. I waited for a reaction from him, but he didn't say a thing. Instead, he rudely brushed his hair off his face and sighed heavily.

His face was a mask of frustration... and hate. "I understand what you mean, but.." It was the first time I saw him like that, and I didn't like it at all. "The thing that confuse me and quite irritates me is that you don't.. you didn't even considered the idea of dating secretly."

At least he understood how I felt. I felt less angry at him. "Of course I considered it."I replied. "But it could be dangerous and wouldn't work either."

"Why?" He asked full of annoyance.

"I'm a bad liar and a bad actress. You just said it too!" I replied with the same hatred he was sending me with his eyes. "I'm sorry, but we have no choice, and I don't want to throw at the wind all my efforts, just to date you... My dream is more important now." I felt guilty as I said it, but he wanted the truth and that was the truth.

He sighed, frustrated. His body laguage mirrored his mood: Black. But when he spoke, I felt more bitterness that anger in his voice. "It's more important than me. That's what you're saying..."

I felt the accusation in his voice and I knew it wasn't fair. "Yes, but try to understand." I said. I begged him with my eyes because he looked like he didn't want to be touch.

"No. I understand perfectly." He said, but the poison in his voice made me think that he was more mad at me than to his precious fans. He turned his face away from me. I tried to make him reason. I extended my hand and laid it on his shoulder. I tried to turned his chest towards me, but he rudely shook me off

.

"It's better to not touch each other, the world might be spying on us." He cruelly joked. I was astonished and... pissed off too now. How can he treat me like this! It wasn't  my fault if we were in that situation: it was his damn fans's fault.

The boss stayed in silence, leaving the matter to us. I think he believed that we were mature enough to solve the problem by ourselves. Well, if that guy sat next to me kept up that attitude, there wouldn't have been any resolution. But I would not let him treat me this way. "You're acting like an assh*le.. and you're also being selfish right now." I spat at him. I stood up because I couldn't sit on the chair. I was too agitated to do that.

Hearing me saying that, he stood up too and came towards me with a threatening look. "The selfish one here.."He said then he pointed his finger at me. And raising his voice he said: "IT'S YOU!" He shouted in my face.

His shout didn't scare me. In fact, it had the opposite effect. "ME? IT'S YOU, YOU IDIOT!" I replied raising my voice too, with the same anger he had in his voice.

"NO PICCOLA, THE SELFISH ONE IT'S YOU!" The fact that he called me Piccola, which meant baby in italian, didn't soften me at all.

The president, who had been staring at us, had to stand up and come over to calm us down. He stood in between us so he could stop possible attack. "Guys! Guys! Calm down. There's no need to shout. Okay?!" He begged us to stop, glancing at both of us, but we continued to argue as if he wasn't even there.

"HAVE YOU AT LEAST CONSIDERED THAT I MIGHT BE FRUSTRATED AS YOU ARE?" I shouted at him.

"WELL YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE IT!" He waved his hand in front of my face.

"WELL HERE'S THE NEWS MR., I AM FRUSTRATED TOO." The thing that angered me the most was that he was so concerned about himself, that he thought that I couldn't be frustrated as well. "AND YOU ARE THE MOST SELF-CENTERED PERSON I HAVE EVER MET!"

"I'M NOT SELF CENTERED!" He replied.

"THEN WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"

"I WANT.. I Just want to be with you." He said, lowering his voice to a whisper. He grabbed my hand in his. "I really want to." He squeezed my hands to emphasize his point.

I tried to take back my hands, but his grip was too strong. "You're talking about it as if it was an easy thing to do, but it is not Ji Yong." I couldn't believe to what I was about to say. I also couldn't believe that I would have ended up in that kind of situation, but here I was. "We can't be together. At least not now." I said, bitterly.

He sighed once again. "But this is too frustrating.." He said it with such a sad voice that I was about to give up, jump in his arms and tell him that I wanted to be with him too. More than anything in the world. And send his damn jealous fans to hell.

But I couldn't grant myself such a luxury, So instead I closed my eyes, so I could talk without being influenced by his gaze. "I'm sorry, we have no other choice but to wait until the dust has settled."

"I have no intention to do such thing." He replied though. God, he's so stubborn!

"Then this is not love, but a simple crush. You're gonna forget me in just-" I tried to take back my own hands, but he pulled me towards himself and interrupted me in the only way I would never have imagined, neither in my wildest dreams. Meant by grasping my face in his hands and kissing me. I was so surprised that I couldn't enjoy fully the moment, because I knew what he was trying to do. Pursue me and shut me up too. But if he believe that he can defeat me like this, he's really an idiot. I detached my mouth from his mouth and pushed him off me with all the strength I had. I glared at him.

"This is not a simple crush." He talked first, before I could even open my mouth.

"Oh really?! You know everything right?! For you it might be easy to say it, but it isn't for me." I replied without raising my voice, but you could tell that I was beyond angry. "After this.. I'm not so sure that is mutual.." How such handsome guy, can have such bad attitude?

I didn't know if he understood that he did something wrong, but he tried to get closer to me again. "D-don't say that Yumi.. try to understand me a little bit.." He tried to grab my hand again, but I slapped it away.

"NO! You have to understand that if we can't, it mean that WE CAN'T! GOD!" I shouted in his face. And since I couldn't stay in there any longer, I stormed off the room and slammed the door behind me. A billion emotions filled up my chest. The hatred and the sadness were the most difficult ones to manage. Since I couldn't bottle up everything inside myself, I ran to Yang Suk Ki and cried my heart out in her arms.

 

 

JI YONG

"F*ck!!" I swore like never before when she left the room. How could you be such a prick when it was clear that she was right. I scolded myself. I kicked the chair I just sat in, and brutally pulled my hair."Idiot! You're just a damn Idiot!"

"At least you know it." The president scolded me too. He grabbed my shoulders so he could face me. "Why did you kiss her without her permission? What were you thinking?" He asked both confused and in disbelief.

 

I didn't even know. "I.. I don't know." I said without looking at him. I felt too ashamed. "I believe I thought that maybe she would have accepted me. But now.. everything is..gone" Just like her. At that moment I really wanted to kick myself.

"Absolutely." He agreed. "But you know that she's right, don't you?" He asked me.

"Of course I know it. It's just that... it's too frustrating." I replied.

"I know it is." He said, pausing and then speaking in such a serious voice that I had to look at him. "You should know better than anyone else how far your fans can go when they're jealous of someone. You surely don't want them do something worse than just threaten Yumi on web, don't you?!" He asked me rhetorically.

"Of course I don't want that to happen." I already felt