[FAVE FANTAKEN] 121113 DUJUN AT IRIS 2 PRESSCON

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[FANFIC] "I DON'T KNOW LOVE" part 17

“Hyung, you did something really big, you know?” Dongwoon patted Dujun back as I sat beside him. “Miinah noona, prepare yourself for the worse condition.” He smiled at me, I smiled back. The door opened when Dongwoon stood from the couch. A miserable face appeared there, he looked at me and Dujun continuously. He walked toward Dujun. He stared at him. “How could you… I just told you everything last night, and now you both go public.” Junhyung panted. “Even I have not fully sobered up.” He shook his head, “You did good job, Dujunie.” He patted Dujun’s head before sitting beside me. “And you Miinah, himnae!” He cheered on me while faked smile.

“Dujunie… It is crazy, beauty flooding our café!” Yoseob ran to us while panting hard. “Even the reporters still there.” He sat beside Dongwoon who was now checking their official fan café.

“Hello, what happened here?” Someone just arrived and entered the room. He caught my eyes, and then bowed to me. “Oh Miinah is here. Hi, guys, what happ… eyy why is she here?” his eyes popped out after realizing there was something wrong happened.

“Kikwang-ahh, just watching it will do.” Yoseob gripped Kikwang’s wrist, “this.” He gave him his tablet. “They go public already.”

“Hee… WHAT?” Kikwang took the tablet, and sighed after watching it, “wow the press con was no joke.” He looked at Dujun. “Are you out of your mind?”

Dujun shook his head. “No.” he answered. I kept my mouth shut.

“I don’t know he will do this crazy stuff.” Hyunseung now appeared in the door, “I can’t even enter the cafe, you know. And I miss the live press con. Aish.” He sat in the couch beside Kikwang.

“He’s out of his mind.” Yoseob said, “I thought you just want to earn money as much as you can. But, now love has changed you, bro.” he giggled.

“How is the CEO reaction?” finally Dujun opened his lips.

“He just stays silent. He looks okay with it. But, I do not know what happened after this.” Dongwoon said. “Just remember what happened back then when Junhyung hyung and Hara went public.”

“Chaos.” Junhyung whispered.

I looked at him. He patted my back. “I hope it won’t happen now.” I smiled which right after that I saw my dad in the door. I stood up right away.

“Ap…paaa….”

“Hyaaa Miinah-ahh, you crazy girl, go home now!” Appa gripped my wrist and dragged me out followed by his bodyguards. Dujun tried to hold me. I saw his face, I held my tears, whispered to him “I am sorry….” The five other boys froze.

The bodyguards held on Dujun who was going crazy, shouted my name and crying in the corridor. I saw his face. I couldn’t take my wrist from my dad’s grip. “Appa, jebaal…” I cried, begged him.

“You silly girl, you almost gave me heart attack.” He glared at me angrily, “I thought you are still in LA. What are you doing here? Meet with him again?”

“I love him…” I sobbed. “I love him, appa….” I fell to the floor as my heels got slip. “I love him… I love him…” I continued sobbing.

“Wake up!” Appa forced me to stand up, and dragged me to the entrance door. The two bodyguards held my arms so I couldn’t move anywhere. I still could turn my head, seeing Dujun trying hard to be free from the other bodyguards.

In the café, I could see some reporters who were still waiting for us got frozen seeing this drama. The crowd puzzled. Beauty-s eyed me and my dad then to the bodyguards… then Dujun and the boys. All of them suddenly got so silent. I could hear Dujun kept calling my name while the other boys said “Hyung, stop it” or “Dujunie, calm down” or “Sehun hyung, help us here”.

I felt so embarrassed and sad. My tears wet my cheeks. I couldn’t stop it.

“Unnie…” there was a girl held my arm when Appa dragged me out, “himnae…” she continued, “and I’ll support both of you.” I looked at her face. I couldn’t help myself but crying.

“Thank… you…” I tried to open my mouth.

Some girls whom I happened to walk in front of them chatted to each other, “What happen here?” the other answered, “I don’t know.” And the other one uttered, “Dujun oppa looks so sad. Let’s support them.” Then they called my name, “Miinah… unnie… we’ll take care of oppa…” I looked at them, “don’t worry.”

I nodded.

I cried more.

“Appa… jebal…” I whispered.

Appa didn’t even care. He just dragged me into the car. Beauty-s followed our car, as they stopped complaining about our relationship but started to put sympathy on me. I felt bad even more.

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“What are you doing actually huh, tal?” Appa pushed me to the couch.

“I’m dying, appa…” I whispered. My tears kept falling.

“…” Appa just stared at me. “I’m not talking about that stuff.” He said while inhaled.

“I love him.” I said.

He sighed. “How could you do this to me…? You said a year ago that you have broken up with him.” He uttered, “He is just an idol!” he yelped. “Back to LA tomorrow!”

“I don’t want to…,” I tried to hold my tear, “I am dying… appa… dying….”

“You are not!” he coldly walked to the door, “your stuffs gonna be packed by the maid.”

“APPA!” I screamed. “THE EXHIBITION!”

“Canceled it.” He said.

“Appa… I can’t… I don’t have time….” I begged.

“You still have much time.” He said without even turning his head to look at me.

“Appa…” I couldn’t talk… and the world turned dark. The last thing I could hear was “Tal… tal…, wake up, tal!”

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(to be cont)

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