A New Chance [2NE1 FANFICTION]

Chapter 4

Hey, People. This is what I'm doing from now on. 

I'm going to make an ebook. And obviously that's not gonna be much if I can't sell it. So I need a favor of your guys. 

CRITICISM. That's what I need. I need to become better. I need the money. My parent's won't let me get a job. But they're getting sick and old now (They're starting to reach their 50's-60's but there's a whole lot of stuff they need to deal with.) I need to take care of them. I'm only 14 so I need help. 

I'm not doing this just for the money. I want to write. Becoming a writer is also my dream.

I love writing now. The excitement of the response of the readers... It really makes me think, I could make it maybe. I know my writing isn't the best. But I want to make it good. So yeah. 

Spread the word if you can. I'd be so thankful. 

Love and Smiles! 

xxx ilisten xxx

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CL's POV

"Yah! Are you listening or are you deaf?" I ask sarcastically. 

"What? I don't see anything wrong with this." Ji Hoo says nonchalantly. I sigh. I take in a deep breath.

"GET OFF MY BED!!!" I yell and he spazzes in shock falling off the bed with a thud. I laugh at his pain. Or at least I thought it was painful. It would've been to me. He lays still face down. 

"Hey, what the heck are you doing?" I ask. He doesn't move. Hey... It's not like you could die from falling off a bed... Could you? I mean that wasn't even realistic.

"Get up!" I say and he still lays face down. Either he was being retarded or wanted to play a joke on me. I come close and flip him over. He doesn't move. I crouch down and poke his chest. Then I poke his cheeks. I giggle. So soft. 

"Wake up." I say. His chest doesn't move. He wasn't breathing? Or was he holding his breath? I put my head down next to his chest. I can hear his pulse. This bastard!

He laughs and tackles me to the bed before I can do anything. 

"Yah! You want to die? Let go!" I say and he still holds my arms. He looks at me with his dark brown eyes. He stays on top of me and I blush. He stares for a moment and our eyes stay in contact. then he whispers close to my ear.

"Hey... Are you ticklish?" He asks. Oh, no.

"N-No, I'm not. Don't your dar-, No, JI HOO, OH MY GOD!" I say but he smiles and rears up to attack. His fingers crawl back and forth on my hips and I burst into laughter. 

"J-Ji Hoo!" I say in the midst of laughing. I roll and I am on top of him and he stops tickling. He blushes. So he was that kind of boy? How cute. 

"So... Ji Hoo... Are you ticklish?" I ask with a glare of revenge in my eyes.

"No. Unlike you Noona, I'm not a liar!" He says puffing up his cheeks. I scowl. And attempt to tickle him in the end. He bursts into laughter as well. This lying, little boy! He needed to be taught a lesson. We roll back and forth in our battle. In the end I sit on top in triumph as I breathe hard in the accomplishment. 

"Little liar! I win, this time." I say with my hands under his shirt in order to threaten him with another fit of involuntary laughter. I also involuntarily found out that he had a set of abs and muscle underneath. But I hid my blush in the fight. 

"Well... I know I'm a liar but you have to believe me when I say this. Look behind you." Ji Hoo says and I cautiously turn. Dara, Minzy, and Bom stand with the door half open and their mouths wide open. Let me think. A girl, on top of a guy, with her hands on a guy half naked (lifted tank top for tickles) and on a bed. After seeing that you would probably think that.