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Starred Up

Deen, a seven year old boy, arrives in Korea with his mother Mia. With a strong determination to raise her son properly, Mia ensures Deen lacks no love in his life. In her spare time, Mia is a huge fangirl of the Korean boy group, TNT. But in an unexpected twist of fate, the mother-son duo end up being the neighbors of D3, another legendary boy group, which happens to be TNT's biggest rival. D3 consists of the short tempered Taewon, gentle Joon Jae and the goofy Jan. On top of that, Mia is hired as the personal designer for TNT, which consists of the charismatic leader Soo-Yon and the playboy maknae Cheng. Despite the rocky start, Mia and her son grow closer to all the members of both the groups. With time, the members realize they have fallen in love with the same woman, disrupting each group's dynamics. Furthermore, the origins of the hostility between the two groups resurface, making everyone involved question the decision they made a decade ago. As secrets unfold, the members vie for Mia's affections, Deen observes that she has eyes only for one of them. But which one of them will she choose? Note: Please note that the cover is not my original one. This is simply a random fanart I got on the internet. I'll upload an original cover as soon as its ready! Thank you for understanding.

Tea_Tae · Music & Bands
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Soo Yon-The Shoes

Rin was taken aback.

'What a rude brat!' she spat. 'Didn't your mother teach you not to talk when adults are talking. And you, bring my shoes,' pointing back at Mia.

'Why?' Mia asked coolly. 'I am not part of your personal staff. Shouldn't you ask them to do it?'

'Did you just talk back to me?' Rin scoffed. 'I can have your fired you know. Just get my shoes and I'll let it slide.'

'Why should our staff member work for you?' Se-Ah noona protested.

'Right,' Assistant Manager Shim chipped in. 'Mia don't listen to her,' he said, turning to Mia. 'She is just trying to cause chaos in the shoot.'

The other staff members murmured in agreement.

'Rin sshi, don't you think you're going a bit too far?' Mina noona fumed. 'Mia is the fashion designer not your personal maid. Don't behave like that. Especially in front of a kid.'

'Oh now you will tell me how to treat people?' Rin sneered. 'Ahjumma, the staff gets paid from our hard earned money. This foreigner should be thankful enough to lick my shoes.'

Mina noona opened her mouth to argue back but Mia held her back.

'Unnie, can you carry Deen for a minute?' Mia requested. She handed the child to Mina noona. She walked up to Rin and crossed her arms.

'I get paid for my hard work,' Mia said, staring directly into Rin's eyes. 'And my job description only mentioned that I will take orders from TNT members only. Which is why, if any of the TNT members had told me to grab their shoes, I'd have happily done it. But they are good people. They don't treat their colleagues like trash, so they don't say stuff like that. You, on the other hand, are an outsider. I have no business with you nor do I work for you. So take your prejudice and shove it down your throat. Get your own shoes.'

Rin looked as if she got slapped.

'Rin sshi,' Director Im stepped in. 'We need to do this take. Fashion designer Mia sshi, please just let it slide and grab her shoes.'

'Mia will do no such thing,' I announced loudly. Director Im looked at me.

'Soo-Yon, we need to get this over with!' he said angrily. 'Mia sshi, go get her shoes.'

'Mia will not do it,' I repeated. I turned to Rin. Never before did I have the urge to hit a woman this badly. The last time I was in a fist fight, it hadn't ended well.

'Rin,' I said quietly, my voice quivered in anger. 'Do not cross your limit. Apologize to Mia. Now.'

'Apologize? To this foreign scum?'

'You're the scum!' Deen shouted at her. 'Even I don't throw such tantrums!'

'Deen, be quiet!' Mia scolded him.

'Scum begetting another scum,' Rin said, disgusted. 'What a foul mouthed kid. Wonder which sewer you guys are from.'

I was about to grab her and drag her out of the shoot when Cheng blocked my path.

'Here are your shoes,' he said sweetly, holding them out in front of him.