Did you think that was the ending?
Well think again (^ω~)
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Next three or four months passed by quite normally. And I have to say myself, I have improved. I feel better now, and a little more open. When I'm around Johnny, sometimes I find myself being playful, and he loved it.
He told me one night how he was happy how I'm changing into someone more confident, even though only around him. He said he doesn't mind me closing off from public, as long as I'm open with him.
Somehow, Johnny's birthday already came. I didn't think to do too much, so I came home early after doing Red Velvet's makeup, and started to cook for him. I wanted to make a full home cooked meal.
And yes, from being Johnny's personal stylist, I now change around to Red Velvet sometimes. I became close with Seulgi, so she would sometimes ask me to do her's, which ended with the others too. I don't mind since they're really nice and friendly. And I do get paid for it.
I came home and smelt the aroma of cooking, immediately knowing what it was. I peeked into the kitchen, just as Yoojin bounced in joy, which I guess was from being done with the dish.
I couldn't help it, so went behind her giving her a surprise hug.
"What are you up to baby?"
I got such a shock, then relaxed knowing it was just Johnny. I smiled and held over his arms around my waist. I turned my head and lightly kissed his collar.
"Happy Birthday Johnny."
I was suddenly attcked with kisses all over my neck and shoulder. It tickled a lot and I couldn't help giggle.
"Thank you baby! I love you so much! I really really love you!"
She laughed as I carried her up and around our apartment, and tossed her to bed. I climbed over her playfully, and kissed her all over.
"Johnny the food..." I gasped when I felt him squeeze my waist. I looked at him, and he smirked.
"Food can wait."
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Fanfiction(under reconstruction) Yoojin wrote, every week, at the same time, She wrote about everything, But she never expected anyone to read, Especially the person, or people, her writings directed to, The ones who were the only cause of her smile and laugh...
