Today, I’m still rocking’ this stage, I’m flying like a g6
It feels just like I’m flying in the sky.

-Thanks To, Junhyung and Yoseob

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Donghae

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“Seongsaenim, who is it you are looking for again?”

“Amber Liu.”

The receptionist tapped a few keys on the keyboard. Staring at her spidery fingers, and the blood red, jewel encrusted nails that accompanied them, Donghae felt a little taken aback. Was it just him, or did all girls in this building have dyed hair, fake eyelashes, and extremely intimidating makeup? Donghae was inwardly happy that Amber had strayed from the cover-up and kept to her usual self. He didn’t want her to start wearing pants that were the length of underwear and shirts that barely covered up anything. He was quite happy with who she was, as, after all, that was the person he’d fallen in love with.

Did she still remember him? Was he being too abrupt, coming over to meet her? Was she still the same as she was ten years ago?

Shaking his head, Donghae looked back at the receptionist, who seemed to be finished typing.

“I’m sorry, she’s recording right now.”

“Can you please leave her a message? Or is it possible if I wait for her?” 

“You may wait, but it will take a while.”

“Thank you.”

He sat down in a chair, and fumbled with his bag while he waited. The bag was torn and tattered, and didn’t match with his impeccable outfit at all, but he never left without it. A rusty brown colour, it was the bag that Amber had fixed for him at the orphanage, given to him by his deceased mother. She’d embroidered his name on it, and even though the “Hae” was barely legible, he cared for it more than anything. His most prized possession, Donghae clutched at it tightly as he waited for her. He was going to see her. Finally. After all these years of searching-

There.

She was walking down the hallway now, and Donghae got out of his seat. He was starting to walk towards her, and as he neared closer, he couldn’t help but notice that she looked at him strangely.

“Hello? Amber?”

Her eyes widened.

“Yes?”

“Do you remember me?”

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Amber

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Two days ago, Amber had walked down the hallway, and was surprised to see that someone was waiting for her. He was quite handsome, with long hair that reached to his ears, and was dressed in a black frame-hugging t-shirt and expensive looking jeans. He looked slightly scared and even shy, and was grabbing a shiny black camera in his hands. Amber didn’t know why he was nervous, or why it seemed like he knew her, but before she could say anything, he spoke up.

“Hello? Amber?”

Amber’s eyes widened. How did he know her name?

“Yes?”

The man smiled. For some reason, Amber felt her chest tighten. Who was he?

“Do you remember me?”

“I’m-I’m sorry. I don’t-what is your name?”

Amber replied, as honestly as she could, but once she did, she regretted it. The boy’s face suddenly fell, and instantly became emotionless. It was so sad that a pang struck her heart, and she immediately felt guilty and angry with herself. Amber even thought she could almost see him crying-his expression was so sad and looked like it had been torn in different directions. All these mixed emotions, though, flew away once he quickly composed himself, even though could it seemed forced. It was his eyes, however, that never left her face and started to make her feel slightly uncomfortable. Why did she feel like this person seem to know everything about her?

“It doesn’t really matter. I’m a big fan.”

“A fan? But I haven’t debuted yet-“

“I think you’re really good. I saw your profile on the Trainee section in the SM website.”

Amber was surprised. A strange feeling was starting to come across her. He was her first fan-her first, true, real fan-and he was also extremely good looking and kind. A tingle started to go up her body, and even she was shocked by her reaction. What was he doing to her? Ignoring the weird emotions shooting up her spine, she thanked him. Grinning brightly, she noticed that he was starting to smile a bit more now.

“Then, I guess I’ll be going.”

The handsome man waved at her, and started to walk out the door. Amber smiled, still lost in thought about the mysterious stranger. She felt like she wanted to meet him again-in fact, she hoped to meet him again-and she was already thinking about the next time they’d see each other. However, the resisting feeling in Amber suddenly caught up to her.

“Wait-seongsaenim-you never told me your name!” 

He never answered.

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Key

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Checking his reflection again in the windows that graced the hallways, Key walked into the SM recording room once again. Lunch break was over, and his stomach rumbled, admitting that he hadn’t eaten. He remembered that only two days ago had he been assigned to a new project, and as he strode back into the recording room, he sighed, knowing that a freak of a girl was waiting for him. Why did he have to be chosen to duet with her? Was this some kind of a joke? Was his popularity going down or something? How could such a great star like him be forced to have a duet with this rookie? Groaning, he pushed open the door and sat down, splaying his tall frame on the couch. He bent his head back, and stared remorsefully at the ceiling.

“Yo jerk, you have lunch?”

He nodded, signalling no, while ignoring her insult.  Amber.

“Catch.”

He pulled out his hands from his pockets just in time to grab a cold can of juice and a sandwich. Surprised, he turned his head, and looked back to see the weird girl scribbling something on paper once again.

“What’s this?”

“I could hear your stomach all the way from the door, Kim Kibum.”

“How did you-and hey! It’s Key, not Kibum-“

She ignored him, and Key looked at her strangely. For some reason, he felt like he didn’t really hate her. She was just another trainee, looking forward to her dreams, just like he had been six years ago. In fact, he was actually a little impressed by her, and right now, maybe even a little-thankfuland happy that he even had company. Besides, the girl seemed a little bothered, like something had irked her or she’d been in shock. She looked rather lost in thought, and Key had decided not to push it any further. He was surprised, however, that she thought about him even though she seemed distraught herself.

“Well…gomowo.”

She nodded, and he ate the sandwich quietly.

He couldn’t help but notice that it tasted different. Good different.