Pure Pop Asia

By April Klasen

Abigail is a little known Australian author with issues. Lots of them. When on holidays in England those issues bubble to the surface and ruin her adventure... that is until a chance meeting at a charity ball she was never meant to attend.
"Oh God. It really was him. He was grinning. Everything matched; peroxide hair, powder blue suit, cocky swagger.
She flushed.
The Korean pop star she had been crushing on for year now was within walking distance.
She could talk to him. She could touch him. She could throw herself at him and beg to have his baby.
But she wasn't insane. Well not by much."
Leaving the party they find themselves lost with no money and no phones. Will Abigail let go and let the man she has loved from afar into her heart before they find their way back to the hotel? Or will Ryang fly back to Korea with one less fan?

• Language: English
• Publisher: April Klasen
• Release date: Aug 5, 2016
• ISBN: 9780992475253

April Klasen

Indie author. BL and fanfic whore. Artist. April Klasen lives in regional Australia. You find more of her work at www.aprilklasenbooks.weebly.com or on social media as @defiantdame

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Pure Pop Asia

April Klasen

Independently Published

2015

Copyright © 2015 by April Klasen

Cover Art Copyright © 2015 by Gillian Klasen

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First Printing: 2015

ISBN 978-0-9924752-5-3

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Acknowledgements

Of course this story was the result of months of crushing on cute Korean idols that I watched on SBS PopAsia, so thanks for making me addicted to music I cannot understand SBS!

Thank you editors S and J, I hope to continue working with you guys in the future. Thanks Bek.

As always, thanks to Mum and Dad.

Chapter One: The Dress

The beautiful dress, that fitted her perfectly as if it had been made to order, wasn’t allowed to get dirty.

Standing on the pedestal in the shop, Abigail thought about the three hundred pounds that one dress cost. Yes, the perfect dress... but three hundred pounds? For only one occasion?

Hell no.

No way.

That was six hundred Australian dollars.

Kate, her cousin’s girlfriend and an employee in the shop, hurried about the otherwise empty place nervously straightening racks of dresses. Oh God! What am I doing? I’m so going to get fired for this. Okay… just don’t spill anything on it, or tear it, or sweat in it or we can’t return it and my boss will find out. She came to stand beside Abigail. It’s a shame you can’t buy it though.

Right, Abigail ran a hand through the fabric. I think this dress would have to be my wedding dress/ party dress/ funeral dress all in one if I did buy it.

Are all Australians stingy?

Only those of us who see the real worth. Finally, she tore her eyes away from her reflection. When do I have to have this dress back to you by?

Before Monday morning. I’ll come around to your room on Sunday and get it.

Abigail stepped down from the pedestal. She lifted the hem of the dress and flashed her battered red Converse shoes at Kate.

Kate gasped. You need shoes for tonight!

Don’t worry. I have a nice pair of flats. She allowed the hem to fall to the floor. It pooled over her toes. Um…I think we might have a problem.

Oh no! We can’t alter the dress in anyway. It has to stay at that length.

Abigail rose up on her toes. Better. She sighed. I’ll have to wear heels.

Shoes are not easy to return. There is a nice boutique shoe emporium down the road. Her eyes twinkled with what Abigail could only assume was delight.

Abigail frowned at Kate. They’re just shoes, and won’t be seen at all. Is there a discount shop I can go to? I don’t need anything special.

Kate’s excitement disappeared, replaced by disdain. Well, Abigail never asked her to be nice now, did she? Surely her cousin—Kate’s boyfriend—didn’t really expect them to be friends? It wasn’t like they would see each other ever again after the weekend. Her holiday was almost over and she wouldn’t need fancy shoes ever again.

Relieved to finally be free of Kate’s ministrations, Abigail left the shop smiling, pleased she was on the other side of the world alone. For others, that might be very scary and lonely but not to her. Not even when she had been passed around from one extended family member to another, and had to be grateful they took the time to entertain her.

She had the afternoon to herself. With a skip in her step, she wandered down the street. People bustled around her. The shops varied from boutiques to convenience stores. London was like any other city in the world, which was somewhat comforting.

She paused and smelled something greasy. Abigail followed it to a plain-looking takeaway shop and entered. Ten minutes later she left with a hot paper package in her arms and strolled to the park nearby. There were no picnic tables available so she plopped herself under a tree, and ate her lunch.

Once finished, she checked her phone and sighed contentedly. Mum had sent another message, asking how she was.

Fine, she messaged back.

She was fine, though a little disappointed. Where was her excitement? The giggly, bubbly feeling of happiness because she was travelling overseas…where was that? Surely she deserved some of it. Or was that reserved for the girls who made friends easily and travelled together?

~

Six weeks earlier

Mum?

Hmm? She didn’t turn from the stove so Abigail moved to the bench beside it. Even with her hair frizzy and wearing old house clothes, Mum still wore a clean apron while in the kitchen.

I’m thinking about going overseas... She placed her clasped hand on the counter so she didn’t fidget.

Okay. Where to?

England.

For how long? Mum still didn’t look up.

Maybe for a couple of weeks in May.

Are you thinking about staying with one of the relatives?

No.

Mum looked up. Why not? It’s about time the family did something for us.

I wasn’t really planning on telling them. Abigail stared at her hands. I mean we don’t see your side of the family unless it’s for a funeral or it’s Christmas time.

Mum turned from the stove and held out her arms. Do you really want to see your grandmother more often? She asked as Abigail moved into the hug.

Abigail snorted. Why? So she can ask me, yet again, why I’m not married yet with three kids?

A week later, Abigail was summoned to the house phone in the living room. It’s your grandmother, Mum said as she passed the receiver over. She moved to the recliner.

Abigail felt sick. It had been months since the last time she had been summoned, and that was for her birthday. Hello? She sat on the lounge.

Hello, Abi.

She bit back the correction of her name. How are you, Grandmother?

I’m well. I’m off to Sydney this weekend, visiting Mary for her birthday. Then Jerry and I are going to see that new sci-fi movie before his classes on Monday afternoon. I’m staying down there for a bit before heading home for a friend’s seventieth. It’s a beach themed party.

Abigail turned the volume down on the phone, kicked her feet up on the lounge and laid back, looking at the ceiling.

Mum normally compressed all this information into a handful