They're both convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.

Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose that
nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?
- Love at first sight, Wislawa Szymborska

He awoke with a jolt in the morning. He looked around found his surrounds different.

Why was he-?

Oh.

Of course, he had already moved to Seoul.

You see, that’s why he doesn't like goodbyes.

He doesn't let go easily.

He had to remember they were NOT in Canada anymore.

He stifled a yawn as he walked to the living room. A small note was visible on the table. He picked the note up and rubbing his bleary eyes, he began to read.

Taemin,

I've gone to work. There has been an emergency. Breakfast is on the table.

I probably won't be home early. Don't wait for me.

Father.

He put the note down gently and proceeded to the dining room.

He didn't need to see it. He knew what it was.

Kimchi Fried Rice.

His favourite.

He remembered when his first left Seoul for England; he had bawled his eyes out,

not getting over his mother's death or him leaving his friends.

Then, he smelt the Kimchi Fried Rice.

It didn't make him stop crying but it did make him feel tremendously better.

So it slowly became a tradition.

He would get to eat his father's Kimchi Fried Rice every time they moved.

It was something that would never change and he liked that fact.

He pulled on a clean shirt and went out to explore his neighbourhood.

What greeted him at the front patio was a shock.

There was a girl about his age bent over his mother's daisies.

She was holding a watering can, watering them while humming a cheerful tune.

He got closer to her.

She must not have noticed him because she continued watering the plants.

He felt a bit uncomfortable. He should probably say something to announce his presence right?

"Those flowers are beautiful aren't they?"

He blurted.

The girl gave a little jump.

She composed herself and turned around.

"You are-?"

“I’m Taemin, nice to meet you"

He keeps his eyes on her as he extends his hand towards her.

She’s pretty.

Silky raven hair, egg-shaped face and a bright smile to match those pretty features.

“I’m Jinri but you can call me Sulli” She smiles and shakes his hand.

When they touch, a tiny electrical shock buzzes through Taemin and he pulls away quickly.

“Jinri” He tips his head back, watching her. “Pretty”

Sulli blushes and is momentarily distracted by the way he says her name. It sounded musical, not all chunky or stiff like the teachers do when they say her name.

 “Thank you for watering those flowers” he says suddenly.

Sulli blushes even more.

“It’s no problem” She slightly stutters

Then he blurts out,” You know, those flowers were planted by my mom. She died two years ago.”

Then he regrets it, why did he even say that to a person he’d just met?

She would think that he’s crazy.

Sulli looks down at her feet. Not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry for your loss” She finally says.

The tension between them has become awkward.

Taemin, trying to break the ice says,” I’m new here, why don’t you show me around?”

Sulli looks at him, hugely relieved that the subject has been changed, smiles at him.

“Okay, let’s go!”

Their love story has just begun.

“Oppa! Don’t just sit there! Please~” Sulli begs Taemin.

“I don’t want to!” Taemin slightly pouts.

“Aww~ Please~ Just once?” She asks, batting her eyelashes.

That seemed to do the trick.

He chuckles at her “Okay fine. Just this once”

He follows as she runs toward the Roller Coaster.

“You’ll enjoy this.” She says as the both of them are being strapped onto the carriages.

Two minutes into the ride, Taemin greatly regrets his decision.

But on the other hand, Sulli is having the best time of her life screaming her lungs out.

The heights the roller coaster is going is frightening Taemin out of his wits. He can’t even scream for he’s focused on clutching the handle bars tightly till his knuckles turn a pale white.

“How long more?” Taemin grits his teeth as he asks Sulli this very important question                          

“I don’t know!” She shouts back, “but I know its ten minutes long!”

Taemin turns green and he closes his eyes.

“No way!” He shouts.

“Thank you Mrs. Choi” Taemin says as he gives her a little bow.

He hurries up the steps to her bedroom.

“Sulli” He asks as he knocks on the door.

“Taemin?”  Sulli sounds surprised “Come in”

He opens the door gently.

He sees that Sulli has propped herself up from her bed.

“What brings you here?” She asks.

His eyebrows furrowed.

“I heard you fainted in Chem. Are you ok?”

Sulli bites back the tears.

She hesitates a little. So little that Taemin doesn’t notice.

“Yeah! I’m feeling great now!” She gives him a fake smile.

“Yah! Choi Jinri! Don’t scare me like that!”

She pouts,” Taemin! You know I don’t like you using my real name! Only my parents do that…”

“Why not? It’s a pretty name!” He teases.

She hits him gently and the both of them laugh.

“Oppa!” She shouts down the road.

The neighbors stare but she doesn’t care.

All she cares about is telling Taemin about the piece of paper that she’s holding.

She finally finds him in his Mansion’s library, sitting in a big chair reading quietly.

His eyes widened at the arrival of Sulli.

“Sulli, what are you-“

“Oppa!” she says breathlessly,” I accepted by Harvard!”

She steps closer towards him to show him her letter but she trips over a book and she falls.

Taemin does what all gentlemen do.

He rushes forward to steady her.

However, he trips over his own feet and ends up falling with her.

They land on the carpeted floor with a small thud with Sulli on her back and Taemin right on top of her.

Taemin immediately rises to his elbows, trying to take some of his weight off her as he looked down. That was, what he thought to himself, just to check if she was okay.

Which he would ask when he had caught his breath but when he looked down at Sulli who was trying to catch her breath, he saw that her lips were slightly parted and her eyes in a daze. So he did what any man would instinctively do.

He lowered his head down to kiss her.

It was their first kiss ever.

It felt like fireworks exploded when their lips touched.

Both  of them wanted to stay this way forever.

However fate is like a kite. Just as it reaches its highest point, someone cuts it.