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Characters:

Jo Kwangmin 

Jo Youngmin

Kim Jangmi (Fictional or you)

Seo Eungyo

No Minwoo

Kim Donghyun

Jin Hyewon

Hyunseong

Heo Chanmi

People are unique and no two are ever the same—or so educators and fairytale writers liked to frequently tell me as I grew up. My life could be considered both contradicting and agreeing to that statement. Sounds complicated right? It’s because it is. I was unlucky enough to be born into this superficial world of misconception on a brilliant spring day. The only piece of reality that ruined the beautiful imagery of how my mother always described the day of my birth to me was that I wasn’t the only one. To me, in this world, there is nothing as depressing as living alongside a twin brother who grew up outdoing and overshadowing me. Living in a world where looks sell before personality, I never completely grasped the reason why my twin brother could rise up to the top while I stayed hidden in his shadows. To everyone we knew Youngmin was like the sun that lit up the atmosphere of where ever he went, but I on the other hand was like the rain that washed away the joyful pleasure his lasting charisma would leave behind. This was how I saw the two of us. Youngmin’s the sun and I’m the rain—all implicated sentiments included. Pathetically, I'm still looking towards a day when the sun and rain can coexist in harmony--those rare occasions that reassure my thoughts that happiness is indeed attainable...

- P R O L O G U E -

          “Jinjja? You have to leave tomorrow?” Nine year old Kwangmin fought away his tears as he pushed his friend on a rusty swing set in an open field behind their apartment. With every second of motion, the rubbing metal made ear splitting creaking noises, but this old run down playground was the only place the kids could call their safe getaway—a home away from home but close enough to come back for dinner. The girl he was with was his first friend, and though it seemed unlikely to know what love was at that age, he had always considered her his first love. Her family had helped his financially for as long as they could remember, always making sure there was food on the table and a warm home to return to when they were done playing. Neither of their families was particularly wealthy; they could even be considered in the opposite category in society but even at that age they knew luxury didn’t bring happiness—company did. When the girl’s swing swung back towards Kwangmin, the girl sighed,

            “Ne, Appa said we have to.” Her small feet reached downwards to touch the dusty gravel, skidding as the swing moved until her velocity zeroed down to nothing. Kwangmin rushed to the open swing beside her, brushing some dirt off the shady wooden seating before he rocked slowly back and forth with the force of his ankles, not moving more than two feet.

            “How far is Japan?” Kwangmin curiously asked, staring out into the wide span of evergreen trees that surrounded the playground, entitling them to solitude. He let go of the rusty chains and made a rectangular camera with his fingers, squinting into the frame he created.

            “I don’t know for sure, but we probably won’t be able to play together for a long time.” She mumbled, her voice becoming quieter and shakier with every word. Her sentence ended with a soft sniffle. She stayed like that, sitting motionlessly on her own swing with her head drooped down as Kwangmin questioned whether he should pat her on the shoulder. He hated seeing her cry and he hated seeing her sad, but at nine years old he just didn’t know how to make things better. Slowly, he reached his hands foreword but before they reached her, a drop of rain splattered onto the back of his hand, followed by larger more rapid droplets. Moving his hand back, he looked up into the sky to see that dark gray clouds overtook their sunny afternoon.

            “Kwangmin-ah, I should go now. Can you tell Youngmin I said goodbye?” She rose from her swing and gave Kwangmin the sweetest smile he ever saw, but it stung his mind like poison to know that it would be a long time before he saw her again.

            “You aren’t going to see him yourself? He should be coming back from the soccer field now.” Kwangmin questioned, not wanting her to leave. She shook her head twice and insisted,

            “Appa doesn’t want me away from home when it rains. Besides, my last memory of Youngmin is his happy smiling face. If I say goodbye he’ll frown, and that will be all I remember when I leave. Kwangmin-ah, you know I like Youngmin Oppa right?” Her ending question may not have been rhetorical, but Kwangmin didn’t want to answer. He knew she liked Youngmin—the only guy she called Oppa was Youngmin and the three of them were practically the same age.

            “Annyeong, Kwangmin-ah,” She waved with her right hand, brushing off rain drops from her violet-white dress before turning to take her leave through the twisted dirt rut path their years of venturing had created. Kwangmin stayed seated on the left swing, watching her walk away from him and with every step she took, he felt like he could die. At nine, he didn’t know too much about the world. He didn’t know about bills or insurance or any of that adult stuff, but the heavy feeling he felt in his chest right now was a feeling he was all too familiar with. Alone he stayed, letting the rain drench his hair and clothes, mixing with the salty tears that poured down from his eyes.

            “Jangmi-ah, Kajima…” He whispered the words he deemed useless, but despite how useless the words were he wished that she would heart his heart. Never in the nine years that he had lived has she ever acknowledged it.

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A/N: I had a sudden burst of enthusiasm to start this fanfic that I've had in mind for a long time. I'm still in the process of completing 2 ongoing fanfics of mine (Dare to Desire and Footprints in the Snow) so I probably won't post chapter 1 until I receive a poster. This plot still needs a lot of development as well so I'll be working really hard to plan this so that you all can enjoy it ^^! Please support this fanfic! Thank you! --SkyeLin

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