Chapter 10 – Wait

Michael was pretty much the entire package. Smart, good-looking, rich. In fact, he was sculpted like a freaking sex god. But a romantic, he was not. Well, at least that was what he told himself anyway. He was the kind of guy who would choose money over the woman of his dreams (if his dreams even had a woman, that is). No, he was not gay, that he was sure of. He just didn’t find any interest in anything else besides ways to make more money. You see, throughout his life, his parents had always told him one thing. “Money is power.” The words still lingered in his memory, and kept replaying itself time and time again. Maybe that was what partially contributed to him never having gone on a date before. Oh, the women were plenty, by the way. In fact, they were practically throwing themselves at him. Those poor unfortunate souls. Someone should’ve told them that Michael was clearly not interested. There were only two women that Michael cared for more than anything in his life. His mother and, of course, his sister.

Megan, on the other hand, was raised rather differently from Michael. Because their parents weren’t around as much as they were with Michael, Megan learnt most of her principles from her tutor. Ms. Cyprus, she was lovely (apart from the fact that she was an ex-convict accused of squandering money). But since she was a long-time friend of the Mr and Mrs. of the house, they didn’t suspect anything much.

Since young, Megan always did what she wanted. Whenever she didn’t feel like going to school, the driver would bring her to the mall where she spent the entire day instead. Whenever one of her teachers apprehended her for not completing (any) of her work, that very teacher would be removed from work the next day.

But Megan was definitely smart (of course she was, her brother was tutoring her most of the time since her actual tutor Ms. Cyprus usually passed out halfway through her lessons). She aced all of her exams in high school without even trying. Plus, she had gotten accepted into Yale (her brother was the one who applied for her of course) but turned it down since she had no interest whatsoever in furthering her education, and felt that someone else would be more deserving of her spot at Yale.

However, Megan was never considered a ‘dropout’, mostly because the teachers at her high school knew better than to scrutinize her. And her parents were very influential people, whenever they wanted to be of course.

After rejecting her Yale acceptance, she pursued in a rather challenging career (which didn’t particularly matter, since she was good at everything she did), modeling. Since young, she used to drool over how pretty and elegant the models in fashion magazines look. She practically subscribed to every fashion magazine she saw, whether it be Vogue, Seventeen, etc. So she modeled, and it was a huge success. But after two years or so, she gave up. Not because of the stress or fatigue, but rather she had accomplished what she had initially wanted, and she wanted to move on.

Megan then spent her following year writing. Before she knew it, she was composing music in her brother’s record label’s studio (which wasn’t all that hard considering she was a grade 10 pianist) Michael quickly took notice of this fact, and immediately signed her on as a singer/songwriter. But he had to make one promise before he did that. He would have to comply with Megan’s demands. That meant, no commercials, no interviews, no cheesy photo shoots, nada. If Megan was going to pursue singing, she had better get her way.
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“Wait, so you’re saying that you have never been interviewed before?” asked Seunghyun curiously during mid-lunch, or, considering it was close to midnight, supper. But since they hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, she called it lunch.

“Nope, never,” Megan replied, as she took a bite out of her oversized burger.

“And you never performed in front of a live audience before?”

“Nada.”

“And your brother?”

“He doesn’t mind,” she replied, “And he has no right to, since I earned him, like, millions from the sales of my album.”

Wow, Seunghyun thought to himself. It sounded like a pretty darn good deal to him. But then again, living the life of a musician without performing would get pretty boring, or so he thought.

“Well, we should head back,” Megan said after finishing up her ginormous burger, “Before they send out a search party for us.”

“Yeah…” he said, and they both took a cab back.

Megan was pleasantly surprised when she reached the door of her apartment. And not because the door was practically blocked by boxes and boxes of what she could only identify as her purchases for the day, but there was a figure sitting, or in this case sleeping, on the ground, his back leaning against the door. His hood was up, but Megan had no problems identifying this figure. Megan wanted to wake him up, but was too entranced by his angelic demeanor to do so. Did he always look so perfect whenever he was sleeping?

She then proceeded to sit beside the snoozing angel, and rested her head on his shoulder, arms now crossed around his waist. In seconds, fatigue overcame her and she was dozing off into dreamworld.
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Jiyong woke up in the middle of the night, and wondered why his left shoulder felt significantly heavier than his right. Then, he noticed the other figure lying beside him. Slowly, he shifted his arm and wrapped it around the figure, being cautious not to awaken her. She looked beautiful. Jiyong was captivated by it all. The way her head fell against his shoulder. The way she managed to stay so gorgeous, even in her sleep. The way her arms found their way around his waist. He could stay this way forever. Slowly, using his free arm, he grabbed one of her hands, and entwined it with his own. Nope, he was definitely not going to get any more sleep tonight.