aMorejo by J Rabbit ft. Yana (You can listen on any of the links, same song but the other one is acoustic and the other is electronica. I prefer the electronica tho. Hehe, it's your pick anyway so choose any of the link.)

Acoustic: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEO9lTd2ECA

Electronica: http://colormesiennalyn.tumblr.com/post/57870897974/electronica-ver

  (A/N: To avoid confusion when you read, I use CNU's real name, Dong Woo in the fanfic so don't get baffled between the Dong Woo of Infinite and Dong Woo of B1A4.)  

 

 

  "Achimdo jeomsimdo jeonyeokdo geudaeye useumi saenggaknaseo..." (At morning, afternoon, night, your laughter I think about)         She always get that frenzy of butterflies whenever she suddenly hear, see or think of a man she doesn't even know the name.       It may seem like she's lusting or fantasizing over a guy who doesn't even know she exist, or at least he knows her existence since they had a couple of times accidentally, or rather intentionally glanced at each other way back before, and unfortunately she accounted a bad history on him. The feeling of floating in the air always takes over her soul the moment they did brush their hands in just a couple of seconds when they pass by each other on that little cafe, that little space of wonderland for her.       Sometimes, she would see him with a couple of friends, joking and kidding around. All of them are graced with beautiful faces, but this particular guy was always the exceptional one for her. Small face, broad shoulders, expressive eyes behind glasses, the fresh feeling he gives off when he's on a simple tee and jeans, the smile that warms her heart and making her shiver cold with giddy though it wasn't her that he's smiling at. The aloofness on his expression whenever his peers would start to takeover the whole cafe with their laughter. The righteous aura overpowering the 4 guys with him, which is she thought was attracting her more and more to him.           "Eojedo geujedo ireoke" (How about yesterday, day before yesterday)            Way back when she was high school was the very first time she saw this man. Oh how diverse high school was for her! She was one of those commoners, never bullied but been notice once in a while, but never became popular. The discreet one among the group of high schoolers who wear their skirts up high their legs and thick cosmetics on their faces, the one you can't describe as a nerd, but in the midst of being that and a commoner. She was always the observant one, quietly writing on her notebook miniscule things she sees on the campus, trees swaying with the soft blow of the wind, couples shyly walking side by side each other, exchanging few glances to express their feelings for they can't hold hands inside the premises. Teachers greeting their students when they pass them by, some hurrying on their feet to get to their next class, schoolmates who were busy with their own world just like her.         She had always like to rest her tired mind after class on the soccer field, despite the scorching heat that seemed to lurk inside the sleeves of her loose uniform whenever she sits on one of the bench under the glorius rays of the sun. It was an inconvenience for her skin, but she doesn't care much about being pretty. For the most important thing for her that time was to catch a glimpse of the guy she sets her eyes onto. Sure, she's still young that time, but age doesn't matter when you feel that weird feeling of being lifted and swept away by your own feet. That was the same thing she felt the first time she saw him. The soccer field was vast, but it feels like it was so small for him and her to fit in. Intently looking at him, in her eyes he seemed magnified and he's only a few meters away from where she's seated, glued on the spot. She didn't know why her eyes take her on that scene. Sweat dripping off his hair, a smile like a permanent mask on his face as he plays with his classmates.            Dong Woo can't play ball games, it was noticeable and way too obvious with his actions, but he love what he's doing. In that way he can take out everything that's bothering him. Being a guy on his age that time of high school means having a complicated way of thinking over things, having to hide all feelings of sadness, for a man musn't take off the tough mask on their faces, they can't be fragile in the eyes of the others. That was the way he thought of being him, being a guy. Sensitive was the only descriptive word others could define him, he wants to be perceive by that way. Not giving his trust easily, unfriendly kid who doesn't want to show his emotions towards others. He has friends, of course, who doesn't have? But you can only count them with your fingers. He's not an It bag, not the reason for girls ruckuss at lunch time. He was just one of the commoners too, one of the bleachers on a soccer match. He stayed away from infamous high school trends, showing off wasn't on his vocabulary. Dating was the least he could also think of, for he has a principle that he shouldn't in this time of his life. Such a fruitful age to waste on certain relationships. His friends might be walking on the corridors like ramp models showing off to the world their trophies, but he doesn't had even the little bit of need for girls to be accounted on the history of his high school. He's quite picky and meticuluous too, quite unusual for a guy to set a standard high like his.         But on that random day at the canteen, the tables turned.           "Oneuldo naeildo moredo ireoke seoitjyo..." (How about today, tomorrow, and the day after yesterday stop it!)        She was having that sad expression on her face, he can see it though she's bowing her head. On her hand a tray with a sandwich and a glass of juice. He didn't know that time why his eyes landed onto her, she wasn't that attractive but there was something in her that made him feel like he was being pulled towards her, urging him to stare at her for awhile.       Walking painstakingly slow while holding her lunch for that day, she doesn't want to look up for her sixth sense told her that the apple of her eyes were there, breathing and smelling the same air on that place. Out of all the places in this gargantuan school why in the canteen? She thought while gripping her hand on the tray, keeping her head low not to attract attention. She doesn't want to get notice the faint red on her cheeks as she quietly pass by everyone on the canteen.       "Hey you!"       She took another step forward before turning her head back to look at the direction of  the familiar voice who called her. But as she did, the tray bumped onto something on her front, making everything slipped off her grip, making her head turn back again to see who it was, the pitiful victim of her clumsiness.             "Ibyeoldo sarangdo nunmuldo neomudo naegeneun iksugaeseo..." (Separation, love, tears, thing I'm very familiar with)         The sound of the glass being broken up into pieces as it fell on the floor was not that loud enough for others to make their head turn to that little scene on the crowded canteen, but for her that was the only thing she heard as time stopped for awhile. Shattering her eardrums with the loud beating of the muscle contracting inside her chest, she swallow and turn to look at the expressionless eyes of a guy infront of her, soak wet with the juice that spilled on the glass, streaks of the sandwich's sauce sticking up on his uniform. She bowed down her head in embarassment, afraid that she might get punch for the moment she looked on his eyes awhile ago it seemed like he wouldn't hesitate to do that very thing to her, putting aside that she's a girl.         "Apeumdo seulpeumdo sangcheoro" (Pain, sadness, wounds)       "M-mianhaeyo. This is entirely my fault. I'm very s-sorry." She gathered up all the remaining courage she could muster. Panic stricken, she fished out her handkerchief out of the pocket of her skirt with cold and shaking hands, handing out to the guy infront of her, still standing while looking down at her crouch figure. He contemplate for awhile if he would accept the hanky laid out to him, but after a couple of sorting out the train of thoughts in his head, he signal his hand on her, telling her that its no need for her to offer her hanky for it might get dirtied. She bowed her head again at him before sitting up to fix the mess she made, but a janitor quickly attend before she can even touch the pieces of shattered glass on the ground. Trying to straighten herself once again, she bowed her head to him for the nth time to express that she's mortifying over the fruit of her clumsiness, but she isn't blaming it on the one who called her. Maybe it was just her body's way of reacting over this little infatuation she's feeling. She at least thought of that. But she felt a rush of rejection when he refused to accept her hanky, and remembering the way he had look into her eyes, it seemed to her that she made an unforgivable, unforgettable mistake towards him, and to think that was the first time she finally talked to and meet with the guy she has been eyeing. Leaving the guy while her head eyes still on the ground, she quickly wiped the bead of tears forming on her eyes.           "Oneuldo naeildo moredo ireoke seoitjyeo..."  (How about today, tomorrow, and the next day stop it!)         Dong Woo, on the other hand, was just staring at her the entire time they were face to face each other, rather, him facing the girl while her head bow down to him. The feeling of wetness and stickiness on his shirt doesn't matter to him, but the resentment he think, was the girl feeling on that very moment. He wanted to tell her that he was fine, that he knows it wasn't intentional, that he was also to be blame, for he himself have been staring at her for quite long before it happened.  He felt like he was in a trance for a small amount of time, that when she turn to look at him to mutter her apologies he coldly set his eyes upon her. That wasn't intentional too, maybe that was his initial reaction for he doesn't quite understand what's been running inside his head the whole time. The unusual palpitating of his heart was also one of the reason why he can't gather his words to reassure the girl. The girl left after bowing at him for so many times, leaving him with his uniform sticking onto his skin, his tounge tied. He suddenly thought of slapping his own face to make himself compose, to get back to what he was before, but he can't. His friends who now entered on the canteen quickly went to interrogate him what happened on his uniform and why his face looked like he had seen a ghost.             "Geudaeneun naemaeumeul algodo moreu