"Since when did you take interest in soccer?" Minghao asked beside me, hands skillfully sketching on a blank paper. You sighed and erased the sketch you made for the nth time and groaned.

"I am not suddenly interested in soccer. What makes you say that?" Observing the players movements again, your gaze shifted to a specific athlete, running through the field.

" When suddenly that new boy, Jun joined the team." He was almost done with his sketch and you didnt even started on yours. 
Distracted with the conversation, you closed your sketchbook and stretched your arms up.

"That new boy may be a new transfer of this school, but im positive. He's my childhood friend. He's not new to me anymore."
He rolled his eyes, tired of hearing your philosophy over and over again.

"______-ah. You already talked to him. He just looked at you as if you were a creep." He turned to face his sketchbook again to continue sketching.
"Stop it. He just doesnt remember. He eventually will."
You have set your hopes up that the new transfer must be the four year old boy you used to play with when you were a kid.

He always plays in the playground near the neighborhood and you used to draw in your small notebook with a piece of crayon, drawing squiggles of lines you like to call "work of art".

You met in the most cheesiest way ever. When you were 5, you looked up to him as your knight.

You sat quietly on the corner, finishing a drawing of a flower from a nearby bush when one of the kids accidentally kicked the ball in your direction.
And out of nowhere, a boy suddenly saved you from being the target by sacrificing his back just to keep you safe.

Arms securely wrapped around you, you opened your eyes to see whos your knight.
"Are you ok?" 
Staring at him, you nodded shyly since it was the very first time a boy just asked if youre alright.

"My name is Junhui."
Jun...hui?

He looked down on your unfinished work and a wide grin lit up his face.
"Nice drawing by the way." He said as you froze in place, dazing off in your own thoughts as he ran off to play again with the other kids.

Since then, the playground had been a sanctuary for you two and he always sat down beside you to take a rest and watch you draw things in the playground.

You will always make him flower crowns out of the twigs, leaves and flowers scattered in the playground and he will make you a sandcastle where you will always be the princess.

"Ill be sad to see you go." He was in the verge of crying as you sat in the corner crayon in your hand, trying your best to draw the two of you in the playground.

You were moving out, mother explained to you that it was because of your fathers job. And you told Junhui that you were leaving and he just sulks the minute you told him.

"Ill be sad too. Nobody will watch me draw and build me sandcastles."
His eyes were already watery and his lips turned into a pout. It seems that he's going to miss you. And youre going to miss him. A lot.

You were finished with your art then you heard a sniff beside you.
"Junhui! Dont cry!" You looked at his face, tears running down his eyes.
"I cant help it. Im going to miss you." He sobs even more and you hugged him tight.
"If youre crying, im going to cry too."
It was the end of fall that you two cuddled each other, just crying your hearts out. 
 

" And the drawing?" Minghao was done with his sketch and you sighed. 
"I gave it to him before I left china."

The reason why you and minghao clicked the minute you saw him is that he knows how to speak your language.

"The evidence is still with him. If your that special that he would actually keep it." 
I packed my things up and slung my bag on my shoulder.
"Im positive."

And you were sure that you heard   Minghao gave another sigh beside you.

I dont... understand her... 
Im still studying the korean language and even though I understand a few words, She spoke of words I dont understand and she spoke fast.

Trying to comprehend what shes saying I just stared at her. 
She does look familiar, its like I have met her somewhere and I have picked up a few broken words she said and asked my tutor about it.

" you... remember... us... together... are you sure you heard everything right?" He asked in my language and I scratched my head. 
"Of course. I may be weak in the korean language but Im a good listener." 
He looked at me and his eyes was unsure.
"Whatever you say. But it seems that this person knows you." 
Trying to recall every person I met who is Korean, I dont remember meeting a korean girl yet.

"I dont know." 
Clueless, My eyes shifted on a drawing on my desk. 
Could it be....
"______?" 
I blurted out and my tutor looked at me, weirded out.
"Who?"
I grabbed my pencil and cleared my throat. 
"Nothing. Lets start again."
 

After my soccer practice, I walked into the empty halls of the campus. Its natural for a transferee to be lost in schools like this especially if its too hard to find a friend who can speak chinese like I do.

"Ah. Where to go." Peeking at the window of  every rooms I pass by, I stopped at a room in which stacks of painted canvas, walls filled with sketches, and a girl sitting on a corner, pencil skillfully gliding on the paper.

The way she sits.
She draws.
Could it be...?

"Do you need something?" I turned around, surprised of the voice.
"Huh? Ahhh... Im--lost." I replied with the korean I just learned.
He looked at me from head to toe.

"You know her?" 
He said in chinese and my eyes are in awe to meet someone who I can understand.
"Shes _____-ah. Does it ring a bell?"
So its really her. I nodded and looked at the window again.
"Why didnt you remember her when she talked to you?"
I leaned at the wall and scratched the back of my neck.
"She spoke Korean. And she looks so different now."

She had already bloomed into a beautiful flower that I didnt even recognized her.
"You want me to call her?"
He was about to open the door but I stopped his hands from doing so.

"No." My heart was beating fast and I chewed on my lower lips, nervous of what may happen.
"Geez. Its your childhood friend. Why are you so nervous?"
I dont know....
"Do you think she remembers me?"
He rolled his eyes .
"You have no idea."
Suddenly the door opened.

"Minghao wheres the---"
She looked at me and I swear, its the very first time I have sweated so hard after a soccer practice.
"___-ah." I croaked and she smiled.
"Junhui!" She ran towards me and hugged me.
"You shouldve spoke chinese with me. I miss you. "
I heard her laugh.
"Im such an idiot. Of course its your first time here. I thought you forgot about me."

Minghao smiled and opened the door.
"Well, I cant handle this much cheesiness, Im going in."
I heard her laugh and I looked at the room.

"I joined the art club." She said with a grin.
"I know you had it in you." I ruffled her hair and she laughed.
"Wanna meet my friend?" 
I nodded and I entered the room, spending the rest of my afternoon just catching up with what I missed about her.
 

"____-ah. Stop cheering and start sketching." 
Minghao scolded, pulling you back to your seat and you sat back down, placing the sketch pad on your lap again.

" Junhui is great at playing soccer." You sang and was about to draw again when you didnt notice the ball approaching you.

"Watch out!" 
A pair of arms protected you and with a shocked look you looked up, and saw Junhui's face grinning back.
"Seriously, ____-ah. Youre a ball magnet. I should be beside you so that you wont get hurt."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks and you looked down. 
"Im sorry."
He ruffled your hair and he ran back towards the court.
"Dont be. Ill probably should be doing that everyday now."

And you swear you heard minghao groan and roll his eyes.

a/n
This boy, Jun has no chill. he just ninja climbed up his way up my bias list and wrecked the shiz out of it.
its late, I should get some sleep. Im sorry with all the typos and stuffs, but ill fix it as soon as I can.