Noona

Chapter 8 - The Girlfriend In Me - Part 2

Musical Suggestion: Present by Khali

We arrived at the banquet hall which was a charity event for a children's music program. It brought back so many memories that I had forgotten. We pulled up in front and Young Joon noticed a few of his co-workers standing outside.

"Wow, I didn't expect to be going to an event like this tonight. Talk about turn of events."

"Yeah, my company always goes all out for charity events. It is good for business that we support a charity and in return it gives us the opportunity to network with others," he stated. He looked nervous and was talking straight business.

He looked nervous as fuck staring out into oblivion.

"Lee Young Joon!" I had to get him to snap it together if we were going to pull this off.

"Yes." He looked as if he was about to break out in a cold sweat. I turned his face towards me.

"Focus on me." I whispered. He looked at me; he looked like a deer in headlights. I leaned forward and kissed him softly, he relaxed and kissed me back. "You good?"

"I think so. Thank you. We don't have to..."

"Yes, we do." I said lacing my fingers with his. "Tonight, I'm yours. You know me. Just live this fantasy for the night. Like Cinderella, without the strike at midnight."

He smiled and touched my face. He was a good guy, just misunderstood. He would make a good man for the right woman. Just not me, but I can play with him tonight.

"Ok Noona," he said, realizing he used my fake name. "What should I call you?"

Rule #5 will be broken just for a one time consideration, I thought to myself. I couldn't give him another name as I wouldn't answer if he were to call me from across the room. He couldn't introduce me as 'Noona', his coworkers would look at him ridiculously.

"My name is Abigail Branson. But you can call me Abby."

He looked honored that I gave him my government name. If we were going to pull this off, we didn't need any kinks.

The driver pulled up to the red carpet and got out to open the door. Lee Young Joon stepped out and I could hear his coworkers scream his name.

"Look, Lee Young Joon is here!" People started looking, curious to see Lee Young Joon and whomever he may have brought with him.

"He really came?"

"I didn't think he would show."

"I'm sure he's here alone. He won't stay long."

"Yeah, he hardly speaks to anyone in the office, who could he actually bring?" I heard the coworkers talk about him from the curb.

I watched Young Joon walk proudly to the other side of the car and waited for the driver to open the door for me. As soon as the door opened, I heard gasps as Young Joon held out his hand to help me out of the car.

I looked around and all eyes were on us as we stood at the beginning of the carpet that stretched to the entrance. They had photographers capture the arrivals of the attendees. As I stood before Young Joon, I dusted off his tux as he straightened sleeves, like the rich guys do.

We had swagger and confidence oozing from our pores.

He smiled at me, tipped my chin up and placed a sweet, small peck gently on my lips. I heard his coworkers gasp as their eyes got bigger.

A few of the women covered their mouths in disbelief.

He smiled when we parted and held his arm out for me to take hold as we walked toward the entrance. The photographer was in front as we walked taking pictures, so we stopped and posed as if we were celebrities arriving for a premier.