Fluff?

"OMG Kevin! Look!" I yelled through the school corridors first thing in the morning, holding the most priceless object of all times. "It's his new album!" I continued, showing my straight, white teeth.

"That's great, Key. It's just that i really don't give a about him" Kevin rolled his eyes at me

"Im so offended, no need to rub it at my face" I pouted.

"Like, I don't get what's so great about him. You dont even know what he's saying half of the time" Kevin stated. "Oh wait, I forgot. You're a half-caste." he continued.

I am a huge fan of Jonghyun, ever since highschool when he debuted. I'm half Korean and half American and I live in America (my dad's American, just so you know). Not many people here know korean singers but ever since I visited Korea, he's just that shine that proves that I actually have a life.

"You can't describe him with words, Kev." I smiled.

"Oh please, you just want him to shove his in your " Kevin muttered under his breath.

"Hey, I heard that!" I raised by voice and slapped his arm. "plus he has a good, decent body that would make any straight guy gay." I stated as a matter of fact.

"Look at me, am I head over heels for him?" He asked a rhetorical question "No."

"You're a ." I gave him a look and walked off.

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"Strawberry milk, strawberry milk" I cooed as I stepped in the convenience store after my job at the coffee shop.

It was kind of a refreshment I get every now and then after work. I walked up to fridge that contained cool breverages and grabbed a bottle of strawberry milk, turning around with smile on my face, I bumped into a foreign chest. Losing my balance, I feel to the ground on my but no I didn't. Before I fell down he grabbed me by my waist, pushing me onto the fridge with him leaning on me. 

He smelt nice, really nice. It wasn't a strong fragrance of cologne and his clothes smelt like apples that have been washed just recently. I opened by eyes that have been closed tightly just a few seconds ago, catching an incredibly cute mole on his chest that has been exposed by my irrelevant pulling. 

"Jonghyun has that" I muttered to myself in a weird Korean accent but he heard.

"Excuse me?" he whispered, moving slightly backwards.

"Oh umm, noth-" I shuddered in English but stopped halfway. "Oh god" I spoke.

"Sorry, you nearly fell down so I just gave you a hand" he explained himself.

Oh ing jesus. Please tell me im hallucianting.

"Is this yours?" he asked, picking up the object that fell out of my side bag. "Oh, a Jonghyun fan. I see" he continued.

I rummaged in my bag, lookiing for a pen.

"Sign please" I shuddered, lokking anywhere but his face.

"You can see through my disguise?" he laughed, grabbing the pen from my hands. "Name?" he asked.

"Umm... Key.." I replied not in the straight mind. "NO WAIT!" I raised my voice and looked up, seeing his slghtly shocked face from my outburst. "Kibum" I spoke quitely.

"A korean name?" he asked slightly confused.

Well anyone would be, I didn't have any characteristics that made be look even a slightly bit Korean. I had blond hair, my skin was pale and my eyes were blue.

"Im a half" I replied in Korean.

"Ahh, I see. It's nice to see a person who knows Korean" he smiled, looking down at my album and sighning it. "Though your accent is funny" he chuckled as he handed the album back.

"Can I get a hug?" I asked as I bit my lip, slighty nervous of the outcome.

"Come here" he grinned and walked closer to me, enngulfing me into his warmth.

I felt complete, like a child who has been praised because of it's job well done or a mother who's given birth to their first child. Or maybe even better. With just one simple hug my world was spinning into a million pieces and nothing around me mattered to me at this point.

I think I have feelings for him more than a fan should have.