"I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DIDN'T HEAR ME!!!" Yeonhee huffed, treading heavily away from the building that she was thrown out of just moments ago, the sunlight bathing her reddened complexion as she made her way back to the carpark.

"Yeonhee, I can't believe, that you, out of all people, did that!" Dami managed to puff out as she caught up with her infuriated cousin.

"EVERYONE in the friggen room heard me call out his name, AND YET, that didn't even bother to turn around!" The taller woman ran a hand through the roots of her black, wavy hair, "And it's not like I've seen him a million, gazillion, infinity YEARS anyway!"

Dami couldn't help but roll her eyes from Yeonhee's melodrama. "Oh gees, you make it sound like I can't get you to meet him again!"

Yeonhee's ears perked up, hoping that her hearing had just not deceived her. "....What?!"

"Yeonhee, I told you before that I'm friends with their stylist!"

"WHAT?!" By now Yeonhee's hands were holding Dami's Jaejoonglders "HOW? WHEN? WHERE? WHY?!!" She spat out the string of words, as she stared her cousin down. She felt herself slightly hyperventilating.

Dami could only look at her crazed relative with a where-have-you-been look.

"....?"

"YEONHEE! Either you never paid attention to me before, or your memory seriously !"

A pause.

"c) All of the above...?" Yeonhee snorted, chuckling at her smart- comment.

"You're way too immature to be two years older than me..." Dami sighed as she unlocked her gleaming, black Mercedes before hopping in.

"And you're way too spoilt to be driving that car!"

+ + + +

An empty can rolls roughly across the pavement breaking the silence of the cloudless morning air. Yeonhee kicks it further with her yellow-slipper-covered, purple-toe-nailed feet until it lands on top of a patch of soft, uncut grass. Frowning, she places her loaded plastic bags onto the pavement and rushes up to the can before picking it up and aiming it at the rubbish bin.

SCORE!!


The park was Yeonhee's favourite route from the convenience store to her new home. It was her little escape from the busy life of the city, and although it really wasn't much to look at -uncut grass, a few trees, a small playground, not much of a garden- it still had that natural tranquility that Yeonhee loved.

As she managed to pick up her groceries, she heard a faint cry not too far away. She turned around to notice a small boy with his hands and knees adjoined to the dusty ground, slightly bleeding. In a matter of seconds, a young couple flails to their fallen child, the seat of the swing still swaying in the air, it's direction wobbly from the sudden vacancy.

Yeonhee motionlessly watches the young family scurry away from the now deserted playground. A warm breeze brushes up against her skin, shifting her flowing hair into her face. Time stands still.

...before turning backwards...

- - - - -

"Higher, Yeonhee, higher!!" squealed a thin boy swaying violently, his fingers tightly gripping onto the metal ropes. A wide grin taped across his face as he worked the air around him to force him up higher, and higher.

"No!!" the younger screamed back, her eyes fixated on the six year old flying in the air beside her. "I'm scared!!" she whimpered loudly, her voice trembling. It was her first time on the swings.

The boy's laughter ceased as he slowly began to swift back onto the ground. Jumping off, he stood behind the motionless four year old, her feet dangling above the dirt.

"I'll teach you!" the boy began as he wrapped Yeonhee's tiny fingers around the metal ropes. "You need to hold tight," he warned, a stern look on his face "or you'll fall off! So hold tight OK?"

Yeonhee nodded nervously. Steadily, the boy in the white shirt pushed his friend gently forwards, her yellow dress trailing behind her, then retreating back towards the boy. Increasing the force with each gentle push, the girl began to fly in the shifting air above him, the sunset gleaming infront of her. She looked so heavenly. Soon enough, Yeonhee was swinging on her own, straightening her legs as she swayed forwards, curling them behind as she swayed back. She was in the sky now, witnessing the glowing orange sun slowly disappear behind the horizon. She felt free. She was flying. With her best friend on the ground below her, she was in bliss, a freedom so unknown to her, a feeling so beautiful. She wanted to fly higher, to soar over the warm sky. She reached out to touch the clouds, her fingertips outstretched before her...

Suddenly, a thud.

"YEONHEE!!!!" She heard a frantic voice call her from behind. She looked down to find her knees and palms scratched along the harsh surface of the dirt, stained by small trickles of crimson. Succumbing to the pain stabbing at her broken flesh, she let out a loud and tearful wail. "It hurts Jaejoong-oppa, it hurts!!!" She cried, tears streaming down her doll face. Jaejoong managed to carry her with all his might to the nearby tap. Panicking, he quickly turned the metal handle, as he took the bottom of his shirt, ran it under the spurge of cold, gushing water, before gently dabbing it onto Yeonhee's hands and knees soaking up the crimson stains. Yeonhee sobbed as she watched her best friend tend her wounds, anxiety written across his young face. It was then at this moment that she knew... she loved him.

- - - - -

A sigh escaped her lungs as the twenty-one year old sat dangling on the swings by the deserted playground. Yeonhee wondered why Jaejoong didn't respond to the scream of his name at the in store event. Shrugging off her pondering thoughts, she glanced at her watch. Oh , she thought, I'm late!! Jumping down and picking up the two plastic bags filled with groceries, she hurried back home, remembering that her mother had to cook for a guest that was coming over for lunch... and it was already 11:30AM. I'm SO dead...



11:42AM. Out of breath and sweating, Yeonhee fished inside her bag for the keys to her house. The clink of a million pieces of metal and colorful plastic. "Friggin hell you piece of crap!!!" she snarled at the door, annoyed from the difficulty of finding the right key. 11:45AM. Ah finally... she grinned as she twisted the copper metal before kicking the door open and rushing in. "Sorry I'm la-- aaaah!" she felt the brown rug underneath her feet slide infront, her body crashing down against the wooden floor boards as she witnessed her mothers groceries fly into the air in slow motion, her arms stretching out to catch them, accompanied by a deep, distorted "NooOooOooooOooooo..."

She noticed a familiar figure grab at the flying groceries, swiftly sweeping them into the plastic bags in which they came from.

"Are you OK?" A familiar hand reached out infront of the woman blinking in awe on the floor. Yeonhee followed the arm with her eyes until she was taken back by the face that owned it. That familiar face...


"J...Jaejoong?"

"Long time, no see, yeh?"