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The teacher asked what love means and five-year old Wonwoo knows that it is not just about returning Cinderella's shoe or protecting the princess from a dragon. Love is saving the orange in his lunch box so he can give it to Jisoo and see him smile.
Wonwoo watched him whenever he passed by the busy, crowded streets of the marketplace every morning. How the expensive fabric of his clothes fluttered against the wind, its bright colors making him resemble a bird flying about spreading happiness. But for all his intelligence, Wonwoo tend to miss some simple, obvious facts: he was not the only one with eyes. And he was not the only one who knew how to use them.
Umuwi galing Amerika ang kababata at childhood crush ni Mingyu, si Jisoo na nakatira sa bahay katabi ng kanila. Sa kasagsagan ng lockdown sa Pilipinas, magagawa ba niyang magtapat at makuha ang loob ng matagal nang sinisinta? Isang kwento ng pag-ibig sa panahon ng CoVid-19.
Mula Amerika ay umuwi si Jisoo ng Pilipinas, sa probinsya ng kanyang ina, upang magbakasyon. Dito ay nakita at naranasan niya ang tradisyunal na panunuyo ng mga Pilipino na noon ay sa kwento at palabas niya lamang nalalaman. Ngunit…bakit tila siya ang Maria Clara sa romantikong istorya na tinututukan ngayon ng lahat?
Mingyu recently turned 21, the age when a person was deemed to become an adult. On this special day, his father took him to visit a friend. A friend who has been with their family for a very long time.
Mingyu hates rainy weather. He can list a dozen reasons for his resentment, and nothing could ever make him appreciate it. But whenever it rains, there is always this man with a clear, white umbrella.
Mingyu works graveyard shift in a twenty-four hour convenience store. His evenings are usually comprised of drunkards, zombie students, midnight snackers, and lots and lots of silence. Oh, and a one, insomniac customer.
Jisoo associates people with colors. He is sure he has experienced every color possible but when he encounters a 'white', Jisoo doesn't know what to do. After all, white can turn into any color it wants to be.
Monday. Jisoo was on his way to class when a male suddenly walked up to him and pulled him into a tight hug.Tuesday.
Life comes in full circle. Even for someone like me.
Jisoo loves to draw, and only ever draws the same thing over and over again: the back of a man who is the muse of all his works. But lately, he begins to notice something. The man in his drawings is slowly turning around.
One day, Mingyu finds a lone notebook on one of the tables in his favorite coffee shop. He turns the pages to see if there is a contact information of the owner. To his surprise (and frustration), everything is written in English. There are two things that he understands, though. First is Kim Mingyu. Second is I love you.
Sequel to Rooster's Mass. It's that time of the year again but now, things are different. Jisoo no longer saves a seat for the good looking boy every rooster's mass; he now walks with him, hand in hand, to the church. It is the last day of attendance when something unexpected happened. Will they be able to complet
Jisoo was pulled into attending this year's early morning masses. They say that if you completed them, you can make a wish and it will come true. He doesn't know what kind of wishes gets granted, but he hopes it includes the person sitting beside him.
After succeeding to refuse many times, Mingyu's luck finally ran out and he found himself attending an anime convention. His dislike towards the culture had been well expressed. From the place, the things, the people...but maybe not that one particular person. This fic has been translated into Vietnamese by Hyomichoi. You can view the Vietnamese version
With Mingyu's refusal to accompany him to, as he quoted, "every weeb's fantasyland", Jisoo has to go alone to an anime convention. He goes there with only the intention of buying merchandise, until he sees a cosplayer being surrounded by a sea of people.