[THREESHOT] The Laugh I Hate (1/3)
Title: The Laugh I Hate (1/3)
Author: tazanya
Genre: Romance with a bit of comedy
Rating: PG
Pairing: CL/??
Prologue: You are not my rebound guy, in fact, to me you're really really hot.
A/N: Hey all its Tazzy, some of you may know me from YGL. This is my first fanfic of any kind. This is labeled a oneshot but there will be two sequels. So really its a 3-shot.
It only took one moment to decide. I had to do it before the night ended... I mean this was the last song.
Without thinking of the consequences, I grabbed his left hand and pulled him away from that girl, ugh she is not even cute. I would have preferred to grab both hands, but the Heineken in his other hand prevented me.
Heart beating a mile a minute, not daring to look back, I pushed and weaved through the throng of partygoers. I tried to find a dark enough spot for what I had in mind. This was my first and last chance to make an impression, to show exactly how I felt.
Luckily, someone up there must like me, because between two mammoth speakers was a space; small enough to afford us the much needed privacy, but large enough for a bit of naughtiness.
I pulled him into the secluded area, well as secluded as one could be in a club filled with 2000 drunks, I started to move my hips to the music, he caught on fast. We danced to the intoxicating beat in surprising unison as we found a mutual rhythm. Somewhere, somehow, I lost the upperhand and he managed to pin me to the wall.
The music became a distant thump-thump, as the sound of my heartbeat started blaring in my head. He was so close, I could both hear and feel him breathing next to my ear. Our eyes locked. We both seemed to stop breathing. I waited for him to make the next move.
"So which one of those retards put you up to this," he asks.
"Huh? well, uhm...," I stammer, this is not at all what I thought he would say.
"Come on, you don't expect me to believe you, YOU OF ALL PEOPLE, are willingly grinding her hips against mine, basically all over me, without their being a ton of money or pride on the line," he laughs.
There it is, the laugh. THE LAUGH. The laugh I hate. The one he has perfected from variety shows, the laugh that masks his hurt, the one he uses when he is being self-deprecating, that laugh. That laugh is now directed at me. AT ME.
"No, Daesung Oppa, its not like that." I respond, trying desperately to recapture the hypnotic atmosphere of a moment ago.
"Look, this wouldn't be the first time the boys have got some super sexy girl to fake interest in me." He says nonchalantly, but with a trace of bitterness.
"But, I wasn't. I mean , I am not..." my voice trails off as I try to come up with an explanation, but the words just won't come out.
How can I admit, just how much I like him? Especially since he watched me unsuccessfully chase after Teddy all this time. Will he think he is a rebound, will he even believe me?
With an intensity that surprised me he barks, "I was having a nice time talking to someone who seemed to actually like ME. You want to play some games go look for Seungri or the others, but leave me out of this. Daesung spat out each word like a curse, his hurt quickly replaced by anger and loathing. Loathing that was directed at me.
If this were a drama, I would race to his retreating form and grab him in a fierce back hug. Since this is reality, all I can do is watch in dumbfounded shock as yet another guy I like walks away from me. I am still staring when I see the unni's approach him. They probably think I was successful, silly girls.
WAIT.... THEY THINK I WAS SUCCESSFUL IN CONFESSING.
I watch helplessly as Dara says something to Dae, he must still be pissed because he seems to shout at Dara. Bom unnie, never one to have any of us disrespected, then proceeds to lecture him in the middle of the club.
Can someone just kill me now?
My life has swiftly gone from angst-ridden drama to horror movie in the matter of minutes. Nope, I spoke too soon, make that slasher flick, yeah slasher flick is a much better description.
No sooner was Bom done talking then Dae was ever so slowly looking in my direction. This would have been a great time for a superpower, like the power to disappear when one feels complete mortification. But alas, I remain horribly plainly mortal as Dae backtracks his steps and heads in my direction. Why am I such a mess when it comes to men?
Somewhere I find the resolve to meet this situation head on, rather than wait for him to reach me, I purposefully walk out towards him.
"Chae rin ah" "Daesung Oppa" we both speak simultaneously. Then laugh cautiously.
Then its deja vu, as I grab his left hand and take him to our secluded spot... teehee we have a spot. Focus CL Focus.
"Let me speak first please, because I may never again get the courage, then you can say whatever it is you walked marched over here to say." I say, inwardly quite proud of myself.. no longer the stammering moron of five minutes ago.
"Ok," Dae sung responds meekly.
"The thing is, I think you are sexy as hell. Wait, before you tell me your not, just hush. Aside from your drool worthy body." oh god I sound like a fangirl. "the way your hair falls over your forehead is hot, the way you walk is hot, the way you smile is hot, the way you laugh when you are really laughing and not just humoring people is hot. the way you sing is hot, the way I can be myself around you, not worrying about being 2NE1's leader, or GD's fashion ace, or seoul city's baddest, but just lee chae rin the girl..... is very very hot." by the end of my monologue my voice is almost a whisper, I am blushing like a maniac, and want to run away. Why isn't he responding?
So... yeah... this is awkward.
"CL, I know yu are still hurt about the thing with teddy, but we both know I am no where near hot and you are way way WAY out of my league," he started. I cut him off, "stop, just stop".
"Why can't you believe that I would like you. why do you always put yourself down." I hate how whiney I sound, but this guy really is infuriating. "You know what, forget it, just forget it. The ugliest thing about you isn't your face Kang Daesung, its your lack of confidence and the way you are always putting yourself down. Its becoming really boring. When you find a way to like yourself, when you get your confidence back, call me. Until then, the way you are now, makes me sick." Now its my turn to storm off.
Author: tazanya
Genre: Romance with a bit of comedy
Rating: PG
Pairing: CL/??
Prologue: You are not my rebound guy, in fact, to me you're really really hot.
A/N: Hey all its Tazzy, some of you may know me from YGL. This is my first fanfic of any kind. This is labeled a oneshot but there will be two sequels. So really its a 3-shot.
It only took one moment to decide. I had to do it before the night ended... I mean this was the last song.
Without thinking of the consequences, I grabbed his left hand and pulled him away from that girl, ugh she is not even cute. I would have preferred to grab both hands, but the Heineken in his other hand prevented me.
Heart beating a mile a minute, not daring to look back, I pushed and weaved through the throng of partygoers. I tried to find a dark enough spot for what I had in mind. This was my first and last chance to make an impression, to show exactly how I felt.
Luckily, someone up there must like me, because between two mammoth speakers was a space; small enough to afford us the much needed privacy, but large enough for a bit of naughtiness.
I pulled him into the secluded area, well as secluded as one could be in a club filled with 2000 drunks, I started to move my hips to the music, he caught on fast. We danced to the intoxicating beat in surprising unison as we found a mutual rhythm. Somewhere, somehow, I lost the upperhand and he managed to pin me to the wall.
The music became a distant thump-thump, as the sound of my heartbeat started blaring in my head. He was so close, I could both hear and feel him breathing next to my ear. Our eyes locked. We both seemed to stop breathing. I waited for him to make the next move.
"So which one of those retards put you up to this," he asks.
"Huh? well, uhm...," I stammer, this is not at all what I thought he would say.
"Come on, you don't expect me to believe you, YOU OF ALL PEOPLE, are willingly grinding her hips against mine, basically all over me, without their being a ton of money or pride on the line," he laughs.
There it is, the laugh. THE LAUGH. The laugh I hate. The one he has perfected from variety shows, the laugh that masks his hurt, the one he uses when he is being self-deprecating, that laugh. That laugh is now directed at me. AT ME.
"No, Daesung Oppa, its not like that." I respond, trying desperately to recapture the hypnotic atmosphere of a moment ago.
"Look, this wouldn't be the first time the boys have got some super sexy girl to fake interest in me." He says nonchalantly, but with a trace of bitterness.
"But, I wasn't. I mean , I am not..." my voice trails off as I try to come up with an explanation, but the words just won't come out.
How can I admit, just how much I like him? Especially since he watched me unsuccessfully chase after Teddy all this time. Will he think he is a rebound, will he even believe me?
With an intensity that surprised me he barks, "I was having a nice time talking to someone who seemed to actually like ME. You want to play some games go look for Seungri or the others, but leave me out of this. Daesung spat out each word like a curse, his hurt quickly replaced by anger and loathing. Loathing that was directed at me.
If this were a drama, I would race to his retreating form and grab him in a fierce back hug. Since this is reality, all I can do is watch in dumbfounded shock as yet another guy I like walks away from me. I am still staring when I see the unni's approach him. They probably think I was successful, silly girls.
WAIT.... THEY THINK I WAS SUCCESSFUL IN CONFESSING.
I watch helplessly as Dara says something to Dae, he must still be pissed because he seems to shout at Dara. Bom unnie, never one to have any of us disrespected, then proceeds to lecture him in the middle of the club.
Can someone just kill me now?
My life has swiftly gone from angst-ridden drama to horror movie in the matter of minutes. Nope, I spoke too soon, make that slasher flick, yeah slasher flick is a much better description.
No sooner was Bom done talking then Dae was ever so slowly looking in my direction. This would have been a great time for a superpower, like the power to disappear when one feels complete mortification. But alas, I remain horribly plainly mortal as Dae backtracks his steps and heads in my direction. Why am I such a mess when it comes to men?
Somewhere I find the resolve to meet this situation head on, rather than wait for him to reach me, I purposefully walk out towards him.
"Chae rin ah" "Daesung Oppa" we both speak simultaneously. Then laugh cautiously.
Then its deja vu, as I grab his left hand and take him to our secluded spot... teehee we have a spot. Focus CL Focus.
"Let me speak first please, because I may never again get the courage, then you can say whatever it is you walked marched over here to say." I say, inwardly quite proud of myself.. no longer the stammering moron of five minutes ago.
"Ok," Dae sung responds meekly.
"The thing is, I think you are sexy as hell. Wait, before you tell me your not, just hush. Aside from your drool worthy body." oh god I sound like a fangirl. "the way your hair falls over your forehead is hot, the way you walk is hot, the way you smile is hot, the way you laugh when you are really laughing and not just humoring people is hot. the way you sing is hot, the way I can be myself around you, not worrying about being 2NE1's leader, or GD's fashion ace, or seoul city's baddest, but just lee chae rin the girl..... is very very hot." by the end of my monologue my voice is almost a whisper, I am blushing like a maniac, and want to run away. Why isn't he responding?
So... yeah... this is awkward.
"CL, I know yu are still hurt about the thing with teddy, but we both know I am no where near hot and you are way way WAY out of my league," he started. I cut him off, "stop, just stop".
"Why can't you believe that I would like you. why do you always put yourself down." I hate how whiney I sound, but this guy really is infuriating. "You know what, forget it, just forget it. The ugliest thing about you isn't your face Kang Daesung, its your lack of confidence and the way you are always putting yourself down. Its becoming really boring. When you find a way to like yourself, when you get your confidence back, call me. Until then, the way you are now, makes me sick." Now its my turn to storm off.