Blush

Inspiration? Her beautiful blush in Women's Ranking...

here's what i'm talking about: the BLUSH

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"What are you doing?", Lee Hwijae's voice boomed all over the small space.

Hwangbo nearly jumped off her seat, leaving her heart thudding like mad.

She quickly turned to see who it was.

"Oooh Oppa, you scared me. Don't you know how to knock?", she quickly picked up the brush she dropped and pretended not to hear his question.

"What are you doing?", he asked again, his face dead serious.

"Me?", she pretended to concentrate on brushing every strand of her hair, "Retouch. I'm retouching my make up?"

"Don't play dumb with me Hyejungah.. What are you doing?", he asked again, this time closing the door behind him.

She stayed quiet. She knew exactly what Hwijae was talking about. Sometimes, she wished her Oppas starting from Hodong to Jaesuk to Myungsoo to Shimty to Shiwon to Eric down to Dongwan, not to mention Andy and Junjin would stop being so protective of her. At times, it felt good, safe and secure, but sometimes, it was like having a hundred pairs of eyes watching her every move, a hundred Fathers trying to protect her.

"Blushing like that would send various signals to those completely obsessed fangirls.", he finally calmed down and started his litany.

He gently patted her shoulder then stared at her reflection, "I didn't say anything during We Got Married, Hyejungah, but I saw how affected you were because of those hateful words being said about you. I hated seeing you struggle so much when I know how much you love your work."

"So please Hyejungah be careful, okay? You know his fans think they own him, especially now that he's like the hottest thing in Korea. You're likely to get hateful comments from those rabid anti fans and netizens gone bonkers even before this show comes out.", his concern for Hwangbo's safety was overwhelming, something she did not know how to respond to.

Hwangbo's expression broke into a forced smile, "Don't worry too much about me, Oppa. I know Kongfu..", she joked, trying to imitate Keanu's voice.

It was a silly attempt to break the serious atmosphere that continued to hover over the room.

Seeing that Hwijae was not smiling, she gave up, smiled and took the other man's right arm in a cute silly way, "Alright Oppa. I'll be careful, I promise."

"You suck at cute attempts, Hyejungah.", he said finally allowing his lips to twitch upwards. "I think that's the reason why you do not have a boyfriend these days.."

Hwangbo let go of his arm then hit it with her fist as hard as she could, "Oppppppaaaa!!"

Hwijae tried to defend himself from her physical attacks when suddenly the phone on top of vanity started to vibrate.

Hwangbo immediately stopped and grabbed her phone. Her shy, smiling face started to redden as she read the message.

Hwijae stood there, stunned, as he watched her turn as red as a very ripe, plump tomato.

He had only seen that reaction from her once, and that was a couple of minutes ago, when a question was directed to her about the person by the name of Kim Hyunjoong was asked while they were taping.

"Omo...", he covered his mouth.

The comment did not escape Hwangbo's ear, she tried to look up, but she could not look at him straight in the eye.

'Omo......', he repeated inside his head.

"Hyejungah...", he whispered, still in shock. The rumors he heard before and the hushed whispers from the We Got Married staff and crew were slowly sinking in to his brain.

Hwangbo looked up again, still red faced. She looked like a kid caught red handed, "Oppa..."

"How long has it been?", he asked, still unable to recover from the suddenness of his realization.

She did not answer.

"A month?", he asked.

Hwangbo shook her head, "Longer...", she whispered.

"Six months? Eight months?", he questioned.

"Longer...", she said softly, still unable to look him in the eye.

"Longer? One year? Ane, more than a year?", the surprise on Hwijae's face was becoming more evident.

"One year and five months...", she answered, her cheeks once again turning red.

Hwangbo immediately walked to towards the door, leaving Hwijae as he counted the months using his fingers, talking to himself.

"Yah!!", he called after her, "Right after Mount Halla????"