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Kibum, but more famous for having the out of the blue nickname; Key, was never into the thought of falling in love, he finds himself questioning; does love even exists in such a place like Earth, especially because of what has happened to his  parents.

I used to believe in it, because my parents showed that indeed, love does exists.

But then she left.

Left me and his poor dad behind, although I was only a naive 7 year old, I blamed myself wholly for it, maybe because I was too noisy in the mornings or because too much of my time was spent with my dad, rather than my mum. I didn't really know, but it was obvious that I was the cause of of it, why would my mum leave us because of dad, his the best husband and father anyone could have; a great provider. 

Then I was spared the feeling of guilt by my dad; "Baby, don't cry it's not your fault, it was mine; I should have loved her more gave her everything, it's not your mum's fault that she grew tired of me" he says as he hushed and lull me to sleep.

Seven, is said to be the age of reason; knowing what's right from what's wrong; that day I learned , that maybe not everybody can be trusted with something as valuable as your heart.

My dad, was and still is my role model, a person I respected more than anyone but that didn't mean that he is someone too perfect to fault.

My dad, fell in love to quickly, maybe because he was desperate or simply because of the sad fact that he was lonely, but I can never tell which one holds the truth.

That's why I promised myself that this heart of mine shall be guarded, by layers and layers of black thorns, securely holding my untouched heart away from the reach of people, that will hurt or simply take it for granted.

I don't want to be like my dad; whose heart has been desperately looking for replacement, whose heart has been scarred and taken for granted. 

Along with the layers of deep black thorns, that surrounds my hearts, a great wall, will guard and separate me from others and their malice thoughts, that can easily break or hurt me.

But then I was proven wrong by the same person that I've chosen to be my only exception; Kim Jonghyun, showed me that maybe, the walls that I built around myself wasn't as sturdy and reliable as I would of thought.

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"Here, take it; think you need it more than I do" A stanger voiced out, its masculine figure blocking out the hot searing sun from my face whilst lending me a hand that was already occupied with a white handkerchief.

I look at him with confusion. Then he bent down letting the sun have its way with me once again; I closed my eyes protecting me from its inconvenient lasers, leading me to find out what he was on about; I was crying.

I soft pat was pressed into my eyes collecting the salty water that has pooled them, I couldn't help but feel threatened at the touch; I didn't know who he was, what was his intentions for helping a stranger like me, he could hurt me... I don't intend on getting hurt.

I turned my face away from the unfamiliar touch, as I pulled my knees together, burying my feet deep in the warmness of the familiar watery sand of the beach; laying my head on top of it, still not giving myself the chance to see who this stranger was.

"I know your head is probably screaming 'stranger danger' right now, but I'm not that bad, well only hyper... sometimes, when I get too much ice cream; thats not the point though, all I want to say is... It doesn't take too long to walk to that beach shack over there, smoothie on me" a husky yet rhythmic voice chuckles before laying the handkerchief on top of my head and walking away.

I smile shyly made their way into my face as my eyes fixated themselves at the corner of the white handkerchief...small hand sewn green dinosaur; 'RAWR, it means 'I love you' in dinosaur", then soon enough a small giggle has already escaped my pink bow-shaped lips. 

I stretch my body, bringing the handkerchief to my face to wipe the remains of my tears, I didn't even notice that I was crying, poor me.

Why, was I crying again? 

Oh yeah, I remember; after coming back to my own home, all I see is my father; full grown man of his age down on his knees, crying for what seemed like the nth time that month, as he desperately asks for his latest girlfriend to stay. I couldn't stand the sight of him; so desperate and needy for some who's clearly using him, so I ran; ran away from the hell like state my father was in, can't I be enough? I can love him, love him more than mum, ever could.

I stood up and dusted the sand if my skinny jeans, hands flying up across my face to block the burning sun, my eyes caught a glimpse of the modern beach house only 20 feet away and I bit my lips in contemplation.

'Should I go over or not' I thought to myself but then find myself looking at the handkerchief in my hand, 'I'd have to give this back' before telling myself how, I would just say thank you and go straight back home.

But to be honest it was easier said than done, it took me 15 minutes to walk from where I started to the bench place half way to where I started and the shack, it was petrifying; how about if that boy or man was only kidding, then I'd end up looking like a complete retard showing my face there, but I still needed to give the damn handkerchief back.

I was completely torn in half but at least I made it as close as the front door of the said cafe; it was open and specious, filled with not to many people and the atmosphere looking friendly and nice, I felt a sense of happiness or some type of relief and it puzzled me how I've never been inside this place and it smelt wonderful too, fresh fruits filling your senses, I was lost in amazement.

"Hey, it's you, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist a yummy smoothie, why are you standing by the door for? Come in" a slightly shorter boy says looking not older than 22 with nicely died brown chestnut hair long enough to frame perfectly chiseled jaw resembling those of a dinosaur (a cute one though) with big puppy like brown eyes and pink lips, though I couldn't help but hold a giggle at the sight of slightly asymmmetrical nostrils, but the nicely defined arms and chest making up for the nostrils, which to be honest didn't really look too noticeable.

I knew I'd end up like a stuttering mess if I was to say a sentence or two, so I opted to just say something which won't make me look so stupid, although I think saying "Umm...yeah" with a blush painted on my cheeks didn't really help in trying to make myself look less stupid either.

I slowly closed the glass door behind me and sat down on one of the sofa which was still yet to be occupied by anyone, I looked up to look for the same young man but I lost him like, 'Pfff'; vanished in thin air', so I decided to keep my head low when suddenly I felt, that same familiar presence in front of me and indeed I was right, as I find myself staring right at the same big puppy like eyes I saw not even a full 5 minutes ago.

"I don't know what kind of fruit you prefer but you looked like a strawberry person, so here a strawberry smoothie and its on me" The dino like stranger said with a bright smile and maybe I lied to myself when I said, how the smile didn't make me feel all tingly and weird inside.
 

He gave me the drink which I obviously said thank you to, "I'm sorry to leave a beauty like you all alone but my shift doesn't end until 5:30 so if you don't mind waiting for..." He apologised before twisting your head looking at the clock placed in the bright blue wall, "...umm about another 15 minutes, then maybe we could go to the beach or something" he then said with a smile and there it was again that tingly weird feeling, I shake the feeling away before looking him in the eyes, "Uhhh, yeah sure, I'll wait" I felt so stupid, why couldn't I just stay with the plan and hand the handkerchief and bolt it out of there.

He was about to walk away to get to whatever it was that he was getting before hesitantly turning around, "Um, I just realised that to you, I'm still completely a stranger" and with that I did't know what to say but just nodded awkwardly, then he came back placing the tray the he was carrying, before extending out a hand (after wiping it on the apron he  wore) for me to take, "Hello, I'm Kim Jonghyun, the beach house Prince Charming" He said with confidence and a a cocky wink, gosh don't you just hate people like that, thinking they're the best thing in the planet like excuse me, last time I check Jesus was up in heaven, but then I can't help but want to punch myself because instead of giving him a piece of my mind, all I could do was blush like a school girl and stutter like a baby, "H-hi...thank ...you, I'm Key" even like a stuttering idiot I'd never give away my full name; rule number one.

He looked at me with confusion, "Key... Key, I like it, it's nice; I'll see you later then, Key" he then waved of before picking up the tray and leaving.

This is bad, really bad; stranger, this person is a total stranger yet hear I am drinking a strawberry smoothie with a cute stranger, I shouldn't be here my head should be screaming 'stranger danger' right now,I thought, which it was but for some reason the sound of my pulsating blood was muffling out the screams.

I never knew, 15 minutes could fly by so quickly because next thing I knew I was already accompanied by the same dino person; Jonghyun.

"Not to pry or anything, but why is a pretty boy like you crying?" the puppy slash dino guy asked me curiously.

I didn't know what to think, did he really just call me 'pretty'?

"P-pretty?" I muttered quietly more to myself than anyone.

Jonghyun chuckled this nice melodic kind of laugh, it made me feel this tingly feeling in my stomach I was starting to hate this more than anything, what so special about this cocky stranger- Jonghyun anyway? I remeber thinking to myself.

"People always call me impulsive; saying what I think without thinking it through and such, yes I did call you pretty, it surprises me how it shocks you though, I would of guess that being called that isn't something rare for someone like you" he said with a lipsided smile, the sort of ones that melts your insides and turns you all gooey.

I looked away, not wanting him to notice how his kind words were affecting me, you never know he might take advantage of it, lead me on and then hurt me.

I'm such a pessimist, meeting a nice stranger and already have this weird theories spiralling my head.

"I never got called that" I informed him, as I turned my focus on the straw that I was playing with, then I soon realised that a pout was forming on lips as I hear him feign shock, gasping loudly.

"Well, I feel, pretty darn awesome to know that nothing's wrong with my eyes, if I was the first, of what should be many, to comment on how pretty you look" He  said cheerfully.

I could feel more blood pumping its way into my cheeks painting a darker shade of pink than before, "Thank you".

"Since, my shift is over, do you...maybe want to walk in the beach or something" He asked, looking shy as he started to scratch the back of his neck. It looked kind of... cute.

I knew, if I was ever to come with him, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from wanting to believe that he wad the type of person who won't do anything to me, that he could be someone I could trust other than my father.

"I don't really know you and my dad wants me home before late" I said hoping that you would believe me and my excuses.

He nodded, before grinning widely, "Then get to know me, I promise it won't take anymore than maybe another more hour"

It didn't shock me that he would come out with something like that, before I could even disagree or deny his offer, my wrist was already being held by his big warm hands, dragging me out of the beach shack.

But instead of fighting back, I find myself wanting to sink into that warmth and that made alarm bells ring like crazy; 'I'm falling, dammit, stupid Key...fight it' I remeber telling myself while shaking that feeling of falling out of my system.

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