A Love Like This [ H i a t u s ]
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❥Title: A Love Like This
❥Author: SonnyDearr
❥Poster: The byoo-tay-ful Undankbar!
❥Genre(s): Romance/Comedy/Drama
❥Warnings: Occasional Mild/Strong Language. Suggestive Themes.
❥Written in: First person
❥Started/Completed: December2010/N.A.
❥Disclaimer: By writing this fiction, I am not stating my ownership over SHINee, DongBangShinKi/Tohoshinki or any of their affiliates. Content in this story belong to their respectful owners. I do, however, claim ownership over this story itself, which was written purely for entertainment purposes only.
Well, I don't think there're enough SHINee and Tohoshinki/DongBangShinKi fictions. I make an effort to squeeze in all my latest kpop obsessions, so many guest appearances are to be expected. Squee~ So I'm just trying my hand at writing in my spare time; this is the result of me day-dreaming during AP European History. Obviously, Lee Taemin > Scientific Revolution. Hahaa!~ Constructive criticism’s always welcome(: Probably not gonna be a long (and by long, I mean chapters) story, but it might seem long and boring because I like details. Details are good. You know what else is good? KitKats. No, wait, I mean fast updates. Yeah, probably not gonna happen, but bear with me, buddies! :D If I find this story on other sites but asianfanfics and/or without credits to me, I will literally skin that plagiarizer alive.
Foreword
Maybe it's for the better. I sealed the envelope with my audition CD for that overseas music program. Instead of studying here. I swiveled in my swivel-y chair to look at my little sister heavily breathing in her sleep on my bed. Zayn's in Seoul anyway, it's not like I'll be completely alone. I got up, pulling the blanket across Kirra's small body. That's what brothers are for, right? Helping little sisters move the couch from the moving van to a third floor apartment?
"Bah." I muttered, lightly kissing Kirra's forehead as I reached for a jacket. She stirred, moving the blanket I had laid on her just a few minutes earlier. Her eyes flickered behind her lids, but she was still asleep.
I bounded down the stairs in quick and quiet steps as I slipped into my jacket. My mom was fixing breakfast for her family. She looked at me, eyes screening my outer-wear clothed body.
"Heading out?" She asked, her brown eyes fixed themselves on the large envelope in my hand. The corner of twitched.
"Yeah." I replied, not looking back as I stumbled out of the door and into the din of New York City.
Dad, I prayed silently as I made the short walk to the postal office on the next block. Am I making a mistake? I bit my lip, looking down at the priority mail envelope stamped to Seoul's KyungHee University. I stopped walking at the intersection. The morning crowd was by the corner, waiting for the crosswalk sign to give the a-okay.
And it did. And the crowd crossed the street in that hurried New Yorker manner. But I remained behind, still looking at the envelope in my hands. I lifted my eyes, brushing my hair back behind my ear as the crosswalk sign turned red. The post office was just across the street, and an express Bronx-bound bus blocked it from my view. It glistened in the early morning sun as it accelerated across the intersection.
"Choose your own adventure." I read the amusement park advertisement on the bus's side outloud as it rolled on by, and the post office came into view.
Okay, and a tiny smile formed as stepped off the curb, ready to bolt across the street at the next opening. My own adventure.
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