What kind of fool were you?

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I remember moving to Gyeonggi when I was fourteen. That was when my parents got divorced. I remember looking at the old fashioned town with disappointment. There were no high end malls or high speed internet I could kill the time with. The place was a slow town; even slower than a turtle’s pace. Everything in it, at first, seemed foreign and unlikable to me. My mother said I will get used to it, but I told myself there was no way I am gonna get used to it. 

It was not where I belonged. I lived in the city for fourteen years of my existence. How did she expect me to fit in or love something that I knew I had no place for?

Those times when I thought of that, that I often wished father didn’t just leave us or maybe he should have just been more stubborn about my custody so I could have stayed with him in Seoul even if that was not really good enough. But he already found a new girlfriend not too long ago that he had proposed to three months right after his and mom’s divorce. That gave him enough reason to give up his beloved little girl too.

Dad used to love me. But now I don’t know.

And here was mom dragging me all the way here six months after their divorce, telling me how she was going to find us a new life in this old town in this god forsaken province. Telling me how she was going to—crazily—follow her doting best friend who convinced her to go back to their hometown in hopes of a new chapter, a new start at the place she once wanted to escape from. This old, little town.

I thought that to forget our sad past, after dad left, it was unnecessary to move away. Starting anew didn’t mean for everything to be fresh. You only had to keep going. So I felt like I kind of didn’t need to move out with her, but I had no say about it. That I just went along whatever she said because either way she would not give me a choice and would not let me win in an argument if I opposed.

So here I was, without a choice, in this town, feeling like I was stuck in hell and asking myself: what the hell did I do to deserve this?

Everything in my life was so ing messed up.

But it got even messier and tangled up from the moment I, Han Mijoo, met those kids. Park Chanyeol the goof. The playful Kim Jongin. Type A, Kim Joonmyeon. The ever reliable Byun Baekhyun.

Popular girl, Bae Joohyun.

And my mother’s best friend’s son, Oh Sehun.

My life was never the same after meeting them.

Back then when we were all but fools.

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Notes: (As of 17/07/10)

Thank you readers for the warm responses to April Fools! You know that I started this without really having much in mind so please don't expect too much. I love to write love stories--this being one--and delve with each characters own personal feelings. I try to play with their personalities as much as possible, but the heroine might also be a reflection of who I am as a person. If there are any similarities to my previous characters, forgive me. I am not really good at straying from my own character. I guess, it's a disease. But yeah, hopefully I get over it someday. I am writing this while thinking of the beginning and the nearing end of this story. It had been a few months ago, which I honestly don't remember. Haha.

Anyway, the quotation below will most likely explain the concept of the story. At one point we are all fools, isn't it?

I am already on chapter 46 as of the moment. Can you believe it?! I can't! But the end is near! A few more chapters and it's somehow goodbye. So that I can focus on my pending fics.

Enjoy. I'll update this later too.

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- mejustgotlucky

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Do not expect too much.

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