I first felt the impact of the collision, and then I understood what exactly had happened: I had just fallen on someone, and I’d landed on top of him, in something that looked very much like a puddle of dirty water.

…Well, .

I winced in pain and tried to get up without touching the dirty water. After all, since my trip to Korea was short, I’d only brought with me a limited amount of clothing. The clothes I was wearing were the ones I would be wearing tonight, and ruining them was not an option.

As I was trying to get up, a small groan reminded me that I had fallen on top of someone, and not straight into the water.

"Oh my God, I’m so sorry!" I exclaimed, as I hurriedly started to get up, to let the person, who appeared to be a young man, breathe. The man his back, still wincing from the pain. He didn’t seem upset, which was a relief.

I was almost back to my feet, when I suddenly remembered the bits of Korean etiquette I’d seen in dramas. "I should bow and apologize", I thought.

It was in the middle of my bowing session that my eyes met his, and that I realized who he was. My breath caught in my throat, my “I’m sorry” turned into some sort of yelp, and, being the klutz I have always been… I tripped.

I should have known that this day couldn’t be perfect.

I barely had the time to see his widened eyes and his mouth forming a perfect little “o”, before I landed on top of him. Again.

. , , .

"Doesn't God have mercy? Doesn't Lee Joon have mercy?" -Mona

"Were we like, filiming a drama, or something? Because these things were only supposed to happen to fictional characters" -Joon

"Do you think I'm a crazy sasaeng fan or something?" -Mona

"Yeah, well, I'd let her apologise the next time I'd want to fall into a dirty puddle of water" -Joon