The Chairman's Daughters collection
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“OH GOODIE.” Clapping her petite hands gleefully, Fate nudged the plump Father Time in the side, hovering over the Wu’s upstairs railing in the dimly lit hallway. “It worked! Keis is coming, I LOVE being invisible. I told you, if you’d just hurry and join me I would have a plan already in place to circumvent SungWoo’s intervention.”
“Little girl.” Sniffing haughtily, Time scraped his bright, pearly white teeth with the tip of his guitar pick. “I can’t imagine what you’re trying to accomplish here. Are you going to push her down the stairs to see who runs to her aid? That’s potentially murder with no guarantees of a Kibum rescue.”
KIM JaeJoong and Kim Hyun Joong, flung open the heavy glass door to the back entrance of the non-descript building. Glancing from side-to-side hoping to avoid the press or any straggling fans they ducked quickly inside.
“Yahhhh . . .” Whistling low, Hyun Joong’s dark eyes scanned the crowded service area, dotted with the familiar faces of company heads, producers and other Idols from the entertainment community, gathering to pay their respects to ex-trot member and café’ owner, Young Jae Ryu. “Can’t believe just the other day he was telling us to ‘be happy and eat well’. Damn. Now he’s gone.”
Feeling the whoosh of air and sting of flying hair against his arm, JaeJoong reeled around as the fleeting figure of a young woman sailed past him and out the front doorway, her long brightly colored skirt flying behind her.
“Huh? Wha?” Unable to take his eyes off her retreating form he nodded to Hyun Joong agreeably, not even sure what the ensuing comment had been.
“Uncle Ryu . . . Gone . . . Funeral . . . That’s why we’re here.” Hyun Joong reiterated, shoving him forward gently. “Geez, even at a funeral all you focus on is women. You’re pathetic sometimes,” he chided jokingly.
Then, his eyes spotted a second female careen out the back hallway opening directly on the heels of the first. Her perfectly rounded backside clad in hip-hugging black slacks, bounced enticingly, forcing him to unconsciously gulp as she passed. “De, anyway . . .” he barked quietly, “Ummm, Uncle Ryu, can’t believe he’s gone. Loved that man.”
“Mmmm-huh . . .” JaeJoong clamped one hand on his hyung’s shoulder whispering in his ear knowingly. “You’re one to talk. Come on, JYP in the house, directly left.”
Caught up in a momentary hug, Saffron swiveled just enough for the toddler’s bright, rosy-cheeked face to clearly be seen by everyone. In their touching moment, the unknown reality of both men’s shattered worlds, looked over at them with large, dark, slanted eyes.
JJ’s knees began to buckle beneath him. For all practical purposes, the child could have been a female version of himself as a toddler. With nothing else to go on, the noise and commotion around them faded, as the picture continued to unfold in devastatingly slow motion.
With Nyoko quickly approaching, JaeJoong, unsure of what to do or where to go in the moment, spotted Hyun Joong fixated on the same two bodies he was. Was he thinking this sassy little bohemian doll, really belonged to Saffron? Dear God, not in this lifetime! They needed the truth . . . and they needed it NOW.
WHAT is the saying about assumptions? ‘They make an ass out of you and me . . .’ Were assumptions about to be the rule of the day? Two idols ‘assuming’ a child belonged to them . . . ‘assuming’ time stood still while they were in the military . . . in turn allowing them to ‘assume’ they would be on the favorable side of a reconciliation . . .
So many variables, so many outcomes. So many hearts beating at different speeds. What were the odds they could drop whatever hurts they clung to and ALL converge at the same intersection?
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UNPREPARED for the meeting of a lifetime, Kim Hyun Joong, (still reeling from the sight of his ‘Oh hani’ playing mommy to a little Asian girl, and ‘God-only-knew-what’ to Ian), watched as she headed toward what seemed to be an office door.
Suddenly spurred on by the knowledge that, (hands down) he wasn’t leaving L.A. without re-claiming her, his body began moving away from the chair he was clutching. Apparently, fighting for her once had not been enough. Now, he needed to fight again.
HOW was it possible that in the middle of a blinding snowstorm there could be an oasis reminiscent of S. Korea’s soothing water gardens? The large plate glass windows surrounding the green trees, and bubbling sound of tinkling waterfalls, made it a favorite spot to relax.
RapMon settled back in the comfortable cushioned chair, studying the small gathering of new friends around him. In the middle of the afternoon, the hotel was a buzz of activity, with nowhere to go outside, and guests feeling cooped up in their rooms. They had been lucky to snag a spot by the gardens, chasing wildly through the lobby to the cushiest couch and set of chairs (parked facing one another for conversation).
Still worried about the location of the missing members it was becoming increasingly clear their hands were tied until the storm subsided. As much as his heart ached with uncertainty he knew they wouldn’t want the rest of them to worry.
Jimin figuring he had nothing to lose (but, possibly the risk of sitting between the wall like Kookie had), flung around waving his un-colored picture in the air above his face.
“I don’t think we should have to do this. It’s stupid. And, I DON’T color,” he responded insolently.
“Welll . . .” Taking a stance behind V, Sumre stroked the top of his newly dyed hair, peeking down at his neatly finished picture of the ‘Mad Hatter’, bright with color and appropriately signed at the bottom.
“If you don’t THINK . . . then you SHOULDN’T TALK,” she barked over at Jimin. “I believe I said HUSH.”
“Who shouldn’t talk?” Bouncing happily back into the living room, JungKook on her arm, (a weak smile across his lips) Sundae disregarded her sister toying with V’s hair. Motioning for Kookie to sit next to him at the end of the large overstuffed sofa she reached for her ruler and a fresh, clean, coloring page of ‘The King of Hearts’.
Pulling a pink headband off the fireplace ledge behind her, she set it affectionately atop Jung Kook’s head, her eyes ablaze with passion.
“I’m so sorry. Sumre lost the crown last time. This will have to do.” Then standing back she adjusted her glasses, glaring down her nose at the remaining boys now sitting guardedly in line across the sofa.
“Was it you?” she harped sharply, pointing the ruler in Jimin’s peaked face. “Your picture isn’t colored. Why not?”
“I told youuuuu . . .” V whispered, leaning into Sumre’s caress, smirking over at Jimin.
“Shut up Tae Tae,” he sneered back. Narrowing his eyes apologetically he turned to the severe, commanding Sundae pointing an accusing finger at V. “Hear that? Ms. Sundae. He’s talking.”
Seeing the end of the ruler coming straight at his face, Jimin cringed, preparing himself for the direct hit. Holy shit! This was worse than private school. This girl had to have unresolved teacher issues . . .
A smiling Selena, her long dark hair twisted behind her in a massive bun, hands clasped tightly in front of her, bowed low in respect to the other 'guests'. The chatter ceased as one by one they nodded in return, whispering the greeting back and giggling at the idea of adhering to customs other than American as they tucked away phones, and IPads.
"I wish I knew more Korean." She admitted, pulling a piece of paper out of her pajama bottom pocket and scanning it quickly. "Any of you? I know we didn't discuss this, but we did all watch a few Drama's in the last couple months didn't we? I suggested it because we ARE in relationship with VIXX."
Heads nodded, until her friend Natalia piped up quietly, one hand in the air as if asking for permission to speak.
"Ummm, all I really got out of the Drama I watched was 'Kaja', 'De','Oppa' and 'Mianhae'" Dropping back against the couch cushion her meek demeanor changed rapidly, her face flushed. "Mianhae." She chuckled, "I was too busy checking out the Oppas to remember anything else."
The agreeable laughter filtered around the room until again, Selena had to interrupt, clapping her hands to regain their attention and get back control of the night. There were only so many hours available to play, they still had to choose their scenarios, and of course . . . there would be fighting over whose Sims looked the most like themselves. Every time they played it was the same. With changing hair colors, styles, weight loss and gain, it seemed like everyone's number one priority was to re-invent themselves and their personality before convening to play.
"I know the most important phrase in Korean." Yuri cooed, placing her hands in a Korean heart around her face. "Saranghae . . . I love you. That's what Ravi said to me when he proposed." Sighing, she rolled her dark brown eyes under thick glasses remembering how she had imagined it in her head.
"Proposed?" Azia chuckled. "You and Ravi can't be that serious. Ken has already proposed to me. There can't be two engaged couples in Blossom Town. I texted you and told you that." Opinionated Azia sat up indignantly, already agitated that Yuri was about to steal her best idea by being engaged to Ravi.
"Oh shut it Azi." Yuri sniffed. "We already married. Not that any of you care. I don't wanna play around with engagements and crap like that. Need to get down to the good stuff . . . right ladies?"
Both hands fisted at her sides, she threw her hips out in front of her imitating her rendition of 'doing it', while the others watched in mock fascination.
More mumbling and nodding of heads circled round the small group. Hottie Ravi and 'legally' blind Yuri with her coke-bottle glasses . . . now that was a coupling for the record books! It was all of their responsibilities to make sure their Sims were created, and relationships set in stone with their UB before the game 'officially' began.
The Chairman's Daughters . . .