A/N: This chapter is not meant to offend anyone okay? There might be some sensitive issues or stuff but really, I don't mean to offend anyone. This is just fiction, I say, fiction! :)
This is the story of the fateful day when I met the man of my dreams, Yoseobie oppa.
I was sitting on a bench in Cube Entertainment. My sister is a manager here and she brought me to work. I can see how the male workers spared a glance at me and blush. Of course. I am beautiful.
The great me is the most beautiful.
I smiled trying to look sweet, sugary and cute. Because that's what men desires. Innocent looking.
Psh. I don't like men at all. They only want innocent women who they think are so cute. They like women who feels so vulnerable, fragile and weak but discards women who use their own spine to stand up on their own.
And I am speaking out of experience here.
Unless I don't act like a cute little princess, I won't receive all the attention I am savouring right now.
"Dae Jin, thanks for waiting." my sister said as she approached me. "It's okay Unnie, I don't really mind waiting." I said.
"Ah, that's good to hear." she said. When she picked up her bag, she suddenly gasped. "Oh my, I forgot something! I'm sorry, can you wait a little bit more?"
"Of course unnie, please take your time. But can I stroll around for a bit?"
"Ah, yes of course."
As my sister disappeared into view, I stood up and decided to take a stroll. Men on the right, men on the left, their attention is mine alone. I pursed my lips and tried to act cute and embarrassed. I forced myself to give out a blush.
But at that moment, I bumped into a broad, wide back.
This broad wide back messed up my make up, my nose, my beautiful self.
How dare he.
"Excuse me, you retard. Don't block the way like some arrogant piece of sh*t!!!!!!" I screeched in Busan dialect.
I realised what I just said and I immediately shut my mouth. Uh oh, I am supposed to act cute and innocent. At this time, a cute little princess would not dare say thorny offensive words! Wh-what should I do!!!????
The man turned in my direction.
And I saw his handsome features. He stood widely shocked.
"Uhm....." I said trying to figure out what to do. He is sure to make fun of me.
Suddenly, he burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry miss, you were just so small." he said.
"Well fuck you. Sorry for being small!" again in Busan dialect.
My gosh!!! Dae Jin shut up!! Why can't you stop from speaking in Busan dialect! I couldn't help but spit out words so vulgar that you would not expect it to come from the mouth of a lady.
"I-I'm sorry mister, I didn't mean to curse." I said.
"Oh, you changed your accent."
"Eh?"
He stuck out his hand onto me and smiled. "Sorry about that miss." he said in a sweet voice and I couldn't help but be mesmerised by his beauty.
"Ah... my name is Yoseob. And you?"
"Uhm... Dae Jin."
He smiled.
"Nice to meet you." we shook hands and he told me he had businesses to take care of. When he was about to go, he turned back and said
"By the way, your accent is cute. I like strong girls."
Then he disappeared from my sight.
From then on, I knew, I already knew that I have fallen in love.
A/N: I really don't know anything about different accents and dialects in Korea. This is just one of the general views people have so my apologies if there was a mistake.
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