I bought you. You are mine.

I bought you. You are mine.

Marlisa Meijerink


EUR 16,90

Formaat: 13,5 X 21,5
Pagina aantal: 284
ISBN: 978-3-99048-182-0
Publicatie datum: 27.07.2016
An exciting and compelling story that grasps the reader from beginning to end. A surprisingly mature story written by a very young writer.
Kwangsoo sat on his favorite chair on the balcony of his parents little f lat, enjoying the sun shining on his face and the view he had. He lived there together with his brother and parents right across another f lat building. From the little balcony he could al- ways spy a bit on his neighbors by looking inside of their f lats. It could be quite entertaining actually. Kwangsoo could see how Mr and Mrs Nam’s dogs were playing when they were gone, he could see how the child of Mrs Oh would throw the vase on the ground and later blame the cat, he had even seen how Mr Park had an affair and that his wife had caught him in the middle of it.
Kwangsoo took a sip of his coffee while he watched how two of his neighbors had a f ight about how they should hang the laundr y. Apparently, one of them hangs his shirt over the oth- er’s, causing both of their shirts to fall down.
“Kwangsoo!” His mother called him from the kitchen. “Yes mom? ” He asked.
“Please get here and help me make dinner.” “Okay mom,” Kwang soo said and got up f rom his chair and wa lked to the small kitchen.
When he got there he saw his mother struggling with get- ting some pans from the higher cabinet and Kwangsoo quick- ly ran toward and could just catch three pans before they would meet with the f loor.
“Thank you,” his mother said and Kwangsoo f lashed her a smile. “Don’t worry mom you let them fall so much that I have al-
most become a pan ninja,” he said and his mother chuckled. “Can you wash the vegetables for me? ” She asked and gave
Kwangsoo the vegetables, while she started with preparing the meat.
“My little Kwangie is going to college in just a week,” she sud- denly said and squeezed his cheek which made Kwangsoo groan
“Mommm your little Kwangie is an adult now so please stop calling me like I am 5 years old,” he said and his mother shook her head.
“You wil l always stay with me any ways so I wil l cal l you
Kwangie whenever I want.”
“Not when I move out,” he said.
“You will move out when you will marr y so you will stay here for a while,” she said and Kwangsoo groaned again.
“Thanks for your trust,” he said sarcastically.
“I was just kidding Kwangie. Hey tonight you will go out with Taeho right? ” She asked to which Kwangsoo nodded.
“Maybe tonight you will meet the girl of your dreams,” she said and Kwangsoo groaned again.
“Or boy I don’t know.” “MOM!”
“Hey as long as I will get grandchildren I will be happy,”
she said and Kwangsoo decided to ignore her for the time being.

“Sir, here is your drink,” the waitress said and gave Jawlong his drink.
“Thank you,” was all he said before he waved her off and went back to his conversation with Semin.
They had agreed to both meet in the best restaurant of Seoul to discuss some business matters and also because they hadn’t seen each other in a while.
“So how do you enjoy Renshu?” Semin asked after they were done talking about how much they should invest.
“Well he is a good one but not perfect.” Jawlong answered. “What do you mean? He was amazing while he was with me.” “Yes but that’s also a problem,” Jawlong said and Semin looked
at him confused.
“I don’t want an experienced one. I want one whom I can mold into my own and not one who has had someone like you in him.” Jawlong explained and Semin shook his head.
“Aren’t Chonglin and Tengfei like that then?” Semin said and took a sip of his wine before pulling a face.
“That stupid waitress brought the wrong wine.” He said and put the glass away.
“To answer your question, no they aren’t. Chonglin was my first one, but just not it; Tengfei was good, but a bit too dominant; and Renshu has excellent skills, but he has had you in him and that’s just gross.” Jawlong said and Semin acted to be offended.
“But you won’t sell them right? ” Semin asked.
“No, they all have a specialt y but still, there is something missing.” Jawlong said and Semin grabbed a piece of paper from his bag and showed it to Jawlong.
“Are you invited to a bidding? ” Jawlong asked after he read the paper and Semin nodded.
“Tr y to get one from Korea. Trust me you won’t regret it,” Semin said and handed the paper to Jawlong.
“Why won’t you get one then? ” Jawlong asked confused.
“I am not feeling like going and you seem to need one more than me,” Semin said and stood up.
“Look at the time; I am going to be late for my meeting,” he said and Jawlong nodded.
“Go to the bidding Jawlong or else I will pull you there by myself.” Semin said and walked away.
Jawlong picked the piece of paper up from the table and looked at it again. A Korean one huh? He thought and put the invitation in his pocket. He stood up and put some money on the table to pay for the drinks and walked out.
There were many things Kwangsoo could learn easily. He was f luent in multiple languages like Chinese and English, had learnt to cook when he was six and he was a master bowler. Howev- er, he could never learn how to be mentally ready for his friend Park Taeho, when he suddenly ran into his room while Kwang- soo was still changing.
“YAA! What on earth are you doing? ” Kwangsoo screamed while he quickly ran behind a closet to prevent Taeho from see- ing him in his boxer shorts.
“Dude don’t worry,” Taeho said while sitting on Kwangsoo’s bed, much to Kwangsoo’s annoyance because he had just made it. “I have seen you in your underwear since you were 10 so see-
ing you half naked isn’t much of a shock anymore,” he explained before he suddenly got a shirt thrown in his face.
“HEY!”
“That doesn’t mean that I am used to it,” Kwangsoo said and quickly pulled his shirt over his head and walked up to Taeho.
“Decent enough? Kwangsoo asked and span a round.
“Well I would like to judge Mr. I am a whiny little bitch, but the last time I checked someone had blocked my vision by throw- ing a shirt over my FACE!” Taeho said and pulled the shirt off his face and threw it at Kwangsoo, which Kwangsoo easily dodged. “Don’t be such a baby and lets just go then,” Kwangsoo said
while rolling his eyes.
“Sure.” Taeho said and later on they both walked out.
When they got in the city, they walked into their usual night club and looked around. It was as crowded as usual with the mu- sic blasting through the speakers and the crowded dance f loor. It was already 1: 00 am so almost ever yone already had had a few drinks and you could easily spot by the way how some girls swung their hips that they had had a little bit too much tequila.

Kwangsoo and Taeho sat down on the couch in their usual spot and played a game of rock, paper and scissors to decide who had to pay for the night. Kwangsoo tested his luck by using pa- per and he actually won this time.
“Fuck yes ! Take that! ” He said and laughed at Taeho who looked at his fist like it had betrayed him in the worst way possible. “But, but I wasn’t prepared,” Taeho said and Kwangsoo pushed
him toward the bar.
“Just hushhhhhh and get me my drink,” Kwangsoo said and quickly ran back to the couch so that Taeho couldn’t argue with him anymore.
When Taeho got back with the shots and put it down on the table, Kwangsoo wanted to grab his glass, but Taeho stopped him by grabbing his arm.
“What’s wrong? ” Kwangsoo asked and he saw Taeho look- ing at him uneasy.
“Kwangsoo what would you do for a friend? ” He asked and
Kwangsoo looked at him confused.
“Taeho what have you done this time?” Kwangsoo asked and
Taeho widened his eyes and quickly shook his head. “Nothing!” Taeho quickly defended himself.
“I mean like you would help him right? Give up some im- portant stuff because he is dear to you right? ” Taeho asked and Kwangsoo nodded.
“Of course I would. Taeho, if there is something you need help with please tell me.” Kwangsoo said and Taeho quickly shook his head and put on his million dollar smile to reassure him nothing was wrong.
“You are a good friend,” Taeho said and Kwangsoo smiled. “Now let’s not make this night too sappy or else someone
might cry,” Kwangsoo said and he grabbed his glass. Taeho nod- ded and also grabbed his.
“Are you ready? ” Kwangsoo asked and Taeho nodded. “3.2.1. GO,” they both said and at the same time they took
their shot and Kwangsoo looked at Taeho confused.
“Dude did you get a new f lavor?” He asked and he saw Tae- ho looking at him sadly.

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