FALL 4 ME

Crushing on A Model in the internet

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*Chapter 3: Crushing on A Model in The Internet*

Lee Jong-Yung was flipping through a model magazine. He looked up.

"They said she's so arrogant," said Jueon Hyong. His hair was light blue just like that of June, Jon-You has brown hair, Ju-seol has a dark red-brown hair while Jong-Yung's hair is dark purple.

Lee Jong-Yung kept reading.

"She isn't a full Korean," said Jueon Hyong. All of them turned to Lee Jong-Yung who was still reading.

"Hey Jong-Yung, what would you say about this 'Miss Beauty'?"

That was when he looked up and sat beside his friends. "I haven't seen her. But I'm sure she can't catch my eye," he said.

"Exactly," added Hun Juseyo. "Let's go home. School is dismissed," said Song Jong-Yu.

"It's a shame we never attended class today," said Joen Juseyo.

Then his phone rang. His drivers and convoys were waiting for him.

"Bye guys. I have to go to my sister's concert. You guys have to come on time for practice. So I have to go," he said and left.

He entered the car and zoomed off. Other convoys followed him. His friends got home one by one. Same as other people.

When Jong-Yung driver came, his car was white while the other cars were black.

"Sir Lee Jong-Yung, please come in," said one of the security guards. But he ignored him as he pressed his phone.

After some time he looked up, arrogant. "Why didn't you get the other car?"

"I'm sorry boss." " It's my mom having a vacation this week." asked Jong-Yung

. "No. Boss, she's still working on an unreleased album."

He entered the car. One of his personal Lamborghinis.

Meanwhile, Mara was standing near a statue in her school. Obviously waiting for her driver.

He looked through the window as they drove past. He gazed at her. She was really beautiful, just as people said.

He smiled. Because she actually caught his eye.

He kept gazing at her. But his car started moving. He struggled to look at her because it wasn't too clear. But he managed to take a picture of her on his phone.

It wasn't as if he had fallen for her. But her beauty was on another level. He stared at her picture on his phone.

Just then his car zoomed off with speed.

*At His House*

There was always this problem anytime he got home. Too many fans were already waiting in front of his gate or his house. To see either his mom or him.

His bouncers were always trying to stop them.

Lee Jong-Yung wined down his glass a little and put on his face mask. "Go and tell the fans that if they want to see my mom, they should be available at her concert in the next three days."

"Sure". . "Rumi Tayheung is not available. She hasn't returned from vacation and is preparing for her concert in the next four days," announced one of the security guards.

But the fans were too much. The media was everywhere. Cameras were active.

"Boss, the fans are many. I think you should address them yourself," said the driver.

Bouncers protected Jong-Yung as he came down from the car. Microphones from different directions were in front of him. Many took pictures of him because he was too handsome.

"Any question?" he asked.

"Jong-Yung, the model's company sent you an invitation to be a model. Why did you not respond to them?" asked one of the media.

"Exactly. We want you to go in," they all protested. Fans tried to touch Jong-Yung while bouncers, security officers, and personal bodyguards tried to stop them.

Jong-Yung entered the car and they zoomed off. Fans kept disturbing.

He went straight inside and made his way upstairs to his room. He was really tired of being a celebrity sometimes. Too many fans.

His mom and dad had traveled to London for their concert and Actor of the Year Award respectively.

Security guards, maids, cook, bouncers, drivers, and police officers were all around.

They were all around his house. That's what we call too much money.

*At Mara's House*

She got home from school. Her mom rushed to her. "How was your day, honey?"

"It was very boring, Mom."

"Why? Don't you have any friends?"

"No, Mom. I don't have a friend. But I don't have a laptop yet. The school hasn't given me one."

"Oh, that's not a problem at all. I already made a laptop for you. It should be at school tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Yes, dear."

"And why didn't you have lunch?"

"I don't feel like eating."

"Why?"

"Because I was studying."

"For what?"

"For a test."

"And how did it go?"

"Don't worry, Mom. I did well."

"Really? That's good."

"So Mom, how is your company?"

"It's doing great, sweetheart. But you need to study hard. I don't want you to cause chaos in class."

"Mom, I guarantee that but I will try "

"Good. Go and change your clothes and have dinner."

Mara went upstairs. She changed into her nightwear and came down to eat.

After dinner, she went to her room. She took her phone and started scrolling through social media.

Mara's mom was on an important call when Mara came inside. She was talking about a design. Surprisingly, she was discussing with Rumi Tayheung, the famous soloist.

"Please get the clothes ready for us before two days," said Mara's mom. "Sure," said the person on the call.

"If you could get it at my place it will be fine. Or at the company. My concert is in two days time. As you know, you are the only makeup artist that is the best" . " I will tell my girls and my company to do the makeup for your backup dancers."

Just then Mara passed as she purposely made sounds with her foot which irked her mom so hard.

"Mara, can you just stay anywhere without causing havoc" asked her mum and Mara cut eyes for her mum which made her mum smile and Rumi was surprised.

"Mara?" " Yeah. Mara. She has returned from the Philippines." replied kaima

"Oh wow. I would love to see her."

Mara just looked at her mom who locked eyes with her. Then she just started going upstairs as her footsteps made sounds.

"Maybe she is tired from school "

"Huh? Which school?"

"Yeon-Seok National High School Seoul, South Korea."

Rumi was surprised. "That's the exact school my son is going to," said Rumi.

"I'm sorry, so many fans. Let me go for the rest of the event," said Rumi.

"Mrs. Kaima nodded," said Rumi. "I shall wait for you both at my company, okay?" said Rumi. And the call ended.

Mara took off her school uniform. The maids collected it to wash and iron. She put on her purple bum short and her black sleeveless with purple sneakers.

Everything about her room was purple. Including all the lights in her room. Except her reading lights, which were bright and white.

She brought out her phone, which had a purple pouch, and placed it on her shelf. She brought out her big purple songbook and placed it on her purple guitar. She locked the door and sat on the bed. She opened her school bag and brought out her headset, which she hung around her neck. She connected it with the guitar and started playing the strings.

She wants to become a soloist and a racer at the same time. And she actually has a wonderful voice.

She went through the songs she had written down by herself in her purple book. As she sang, at that same time Jong-Yung was practicing in his room. With his guitar, as he sat on his bed. With his black headset around his neck.

One of the maids knocked on Mara's door. That made Mara annoyed. She stood up to open the door. She was glad the househelp was holding different kinds of food.

"Miss Mara, umm, your mom said I should..."

"I have heard," interrupted Mara. And she collected it harshly, banging the door in her face.

She kept the food on the bed. She checked her watch. It was 4: 56PM already. So she removed her clothes and put on her purple towel to go bathe. She entered her big bathtub and slept off there.

It was by 8:56 PM when she woke up. When she woke up, she came out and applied cream. She wore her purple nightwear and shower cap with black socks. She climbed onto her purple bed and used her purple duvet to cover herself. She ate apples as she went through her phone.

She was going through her phone when she saw the model picture of Hun Ju-seol on one of the biggest cloth brands in Spain. He looked so handsome. And that was the first person that had ever caught her eyes among all other models she had seen.

His dark red-brown silky hair matched with his all-black leather attire. She smiled. But she didn't know anything about him. His pink lips and his visuals made everything perfect.

She picked up her laptop and started browsing about him. She wrote them down in one of her books:

*Name*: Hun Ju-seol

*Stage Name*: Hun Seol

*Age*: 17 years plus

*Profession*: Student, Singer, Backup Dancer, and Model

*Best Colors*: Black, Red, Purple, and Brown

Mara got more interested as she browsed. The high school he attended came up.

"He is presently a student in Yeon-Seok National High School, Seoul, South Korea."

Mara was confused. "Huh?"

She wanted to go further when she heard her mom's footsteps. So she quickly closed her laptop and covered herself as if she was sleeping.

Immediately her mother came inside, opened the door. And she stretched herself as if it was the mother that distracted her.

"Mom," she called weakly.

Yes, Mara.

Mara sat up a bit and her mother sat near her.

"How was your day at school today?"

"Normal," she replied.

"Mara, don't be distracted at all in that school. It is mostly celebrities' children that are in that school. So you must be very careful."

"Mom, why did you say so?"

"Many children there are fine, especially boys."

"So tell me Mara, did you see anyone that caught your eyes?" asked Mrs. Kaima teasingly.

And Mara rolled her eyes. "Mom, I didn't look at anyone at all. I'm not interested."

"I said it!" shouted Mrs. Kaima. And Mara looked up.

"Mara just shut up. It is either you fight on the first day of school, or if not, everyone will say you are so arrogant, Mara. And trust me, I will remove that every demon away from your body. Thank goodness your father isn't going to be around for over two weeks. I will have time to teach you a lesson."

"Mom, if I say that I saw a fine boy, you would have told me that I went to school to go and look at fine boys. Mom, do you know what? I'm tired. I want to sleep because you are disturbing me."

"Huh? Are you talking to me?" she asked in English.

"No, Mom," she replied.

Then Mrs. Kaima became calm. "I'm sorry for shouting. But good night."

"Good night, Mom."

Kaima left the room while Mara stayed a while before she got up and continued what she was doing.

She kept thinking about Hun Juseyo.

As she wrote down:

*Nationality*: South Korea

*Family*: Parents late

*Sibling*: Brother, Hun Je-siun who is the rapper of Pink Violet girls band group and also a soloist that has written about 52

*Age*: 23

*Also*: Part-time actress and dancer

Mara let out a deep breath as she went through her system. She saw his sister and her group members in one of the biggest concerts in Spain.

She closed her system because she was already feeling sleepy. She laid down from there and dozed off immediately.

That same day, 9: 00PM.

The five friends and eight other backup dancers were all dressed in black baggy and black sleeveless with a red bandana fixed at the back of their pocket and white sneakers each.

As they practiced with Hun Ju-seol sister who was at the front dressed in black leather high-waist pleated skirt, long black leather boots and red crop top with her beautiful visuals and long black silky hair, just like Ju-seol's own.

They were at the backstage as they practiced what they had been learning for over five weeks.

Hun Ju-seol wore her face mask as her group members were also her backup dancers to support her, but didn't show up until they reached the stage.

"Ju-seol, it is time," said the leader. And she turned to them. "No one should mess up, please."

"Sure."

"Let's have one of the world's biggest soloist and rapper of Pink Violet, Hun Je- siun!" announced the MC.

The fans were all shouting as they raised up their light sticks.

Just then Je-siun out and the music started. They danced according to the choreography.

All her backup dancers including her group members which made them sixteen backup dancers in total wore black face masks except her, as they danced while she rapped.

The choreography was one of the best, even though the choreography was so hard that you can ever imagine, especially for the dancers.

Many tried to touch her, Hun Je- siun but her bouncers were too active and prevented them from touching her.

But no one noticed that it was celebrities that were her backup dancers except the directors, makeup artists and other VVIPs of the company. Not even the fans.......

*End of Chapter 3*

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