“The girl. Yes that brown wavy-haired girl.”

I’m Soyou. 19 years old. I live in Seoul. I moved to this big house about 3 weeks ago. I live with my 3 older sisters.

I was cleaning our attic, and I found a not—so big—a box, there are dusty polaroid, plastic wrapped withered roses—which turns to black, expired cancer drugs, 17 couple pictures, a dusty old VAIO laptop, an hard disk, a pen and.. an old book—many edges were torn.

This is a diary. Someone’s private existence story.

 

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March 20^th, 2007

Pardon me? My name is Ahn Sohee. People usually call me as Hee. I live in Seoul, South Korea. I live in a big house, legacy. Not in the middle of the town, but I need to take 2 routes to reach my college. My appa was an actor, my eomma was a soloist, and my eonnie was an ullzzang. I wish I can follow their carrier but destiny has it own choice. It turns 360 degrees. I have no family anymore, they died 4 years ago, on 21^st April 2003 because of a car crash, except for my eonnie, suicide, she was stressed, 21^st of December 2003. It makes me confuse. Why it’s always the date of 21? Unlucky number? I don’t believe in myth. My ahjumma transfers me money each month. Friends, yes I have friends. I have maybe 2 or 3 friends, and the other are only the people I socialize with.

It’s 7.30 am in the morning. I drink my milk before I go to my college. I check my iPhone. A new text message…

“You need to meet this guy! Come on Hee!” – Bora.

Is it really Bora? I haven’t see her this excited before. I put the glass which I use to drink the milk before. I run as fast as I can to catch the first bus’ route. I made it. “Hee?” I tilt my head. “Annyeong Jia!” Jia is my best friend. “Have you prepared for the science experiment?” asked Jia. I nod fastly. Finally, the bus stop. We walk to search for the second bus’ route which takes us to our college. What a good luck.. We fine the bus. We take the bus. It only takes 15 minutes to reach our college. I pay for the bus’ fee. “Thanks Hee.” I nod for the second time. I walk in. “Hey Bora!” I shouted her name in the middle of the corridor, the next 2 seconds.. everybody are staring at me with a weird gaze, and the next 3 seconds they start to busy with their own business. “Hee this is your type! You gotta see this tough guy!” Bora grabs my hand and she runs. “Wwa—it..” The thing I worried about, how if I fall in front of those students while Bora leaves me here? I try to follow her. “Keep running?” I ask her. “Look now..” Bora points a boy. Cute boy, he have chubby cheeks, he looks like buns. I stare at that cute boy. “Yaa! Ahn Sohee are you still with me? Yaa!” Bora hits me with her fist. “W—what..?” .. RINGRINGRING! The bell is ringing, and I don’t even realize I in the same class with that cute boy. And I’ve a problem … no chairs left except next to .. that buns guy.

I don’t care what he’ll say to me, I sit next to him. I hide my face between my hands. I don’t want to see his adorable face. “Are you sick?” The buns guy asked me. “Nn—o I’m not. Why?” “Kim Minseok, you?” “A—Ahn Sohee.. buns.” “Buns? You have some buns?” “No.. sorry nice to meet you, buns guy?” “Buns guy? Ugh, yeah nice to meet you too, brown wavy-haired buns girl.” I know him now, he is Kim Minseok. Kim Minbuns? More necessary.

“CLASS DISMISSED! OUR COLLEGE IS TOO BUSY! KIBUM SONGSAENIM TOLD ME!” Yura shouts loudly in front of the class, and the class dismissed. “LOOK! Buns Couple! LOOK!” Yebin points at me and Minseok. We look each other and finally Minseok laughs. “What? Haha” Minseok walks out. I follow him from the back. I walk to the school corridor. “Minseok?” He realizes me. “Hey Sohee noona. You haven’t picked yet?” “Noona? I’m 16, Minseok-ssi. I take 2 bus’ routes.” Minseok laughs. “Call me, Xiumin. I’m 17. 2 routes? Does it boring? You can go home more early, Sohee. Are you waiting for.. your namjachingu, eh?” “Mwoya? namjachingu? Omo, I have no namjachingu, buns oppa.” “Sorry what? Buns oppa? But you don’t have to wait here right? You can go home by your self.” Did this buns oppa kick me out? “You’ll be alone here. It’s scary out there, oppa.” “Don’t scare me, Sohee. It’s not good to be alone, right. I think I never be alone, I won’t either. And I won’t leave people alone.” He innocently says that. “Nice statement I think. Who do you live with oppa?” I ask him. “I live with my eomma, appa, and a namdongsaeng. You?” Seriously, I don’t want to answer this. “Do I have to answer this?” “Why not?” “I live alone. With my puppy, Bell.” “What? ALONE? You can’t live like that! It’s … killing you softly, depressing, frustrating, alone.” Xiumin pats my shoulder. “Sorry, that’s my car. Bye, Sohee!”

I throw my bag to the floor. I slammed down to the sofa. I close my eyes, I replay what Xiumin said before. This life is frustrating.

“What? ALONE? You can’t live like that! It’s … killing you softly, depressing, frustrating, alone.”

I know. How lucky Xiumin is. He lives with his family. With joy, laughter, foods, high technology, WiFi, gadgets while me, no laughter, small TV, enough money, no life-supporting, unsocial neighbor, dead calm. He was right, it kills me. I rub my forehead. I take my iPhone, I search Xiumin’s username in Twitter. And a black car stopped in front of my house. I don’t know who it is, oh it’s him. Buns. What is he doing here? How can he knew my address?

“Oppa? How come you know my address? I don’t even have your number.”

“Remember when I said I won’t leave anybody alone?”

I used to say “Yes” but I silenced my mouth. What did oppa try to tell? “I was following you from your back. I bought you some buns, because you said buns for maybe 29 times.” He hands me a plastic of buns. “I do like buns. No oppa It’s because you look like a bun.” Xiumin directs me to a mirror. “2 buns over there. Now who are the buns? Us.” I giggle. “Gamsahabnida oppa!” I wave my hand and he waves back. That black car looks like an ant now.

These buns taste so good! I skip my dinner today, saving the food for tomorrow. I was just met Xiumin in the same class, I tell him my name, he said not to live alone, he came to my house, he gave me some buns. That’s totally weird, I mean we just met and he was acting like my namjachingu. I pick my iPhone, I check the notification and … I get a new text message.

“Buns?” – xxxxxxxxxxx –

Buns? I think this looks familiar to me.

“Xiumin oppa?” – Sohee –

“ Ne kkk~ Tomorrow please meet me in front of the park near your house. Jaljayo~” – Xiumin –

It’s getting weird. I don’t even know what to reply. I got an angry stomach, asking for foods. I don’t take dinner today.

 

March 21^st, 2014

 “Yeoboseyo?”

“Umm, buns guy.”

“What? How come you knew my number?”

“I ask one of your friend, so be fast I’m in the park, now!

Such a perfectionist. I dress as fast as I can. I walk out from the gate.

“Are you going to the park? Kkk~ this is going to be your best day ever!” – Bora –

It’s getting weird here. I don’t know but I have strange feeling about Xiumin.

……

“Oppa?”

“Sohee-ya? Glad you came on time.”

Xiumin holds 3 roses. “Seriously? Roses? It harms your finger. Baby-faced one can’t get a wound.” I sneeze loudly. He giggles cutely which makes me gonna fly up, cuteness overload. “This roses.. end up in a pair of small hand, not a special girl, not a rich one, the most kind girl for me.” He smiles. “Tell me please. Nuguya?” “Do you believe in love at first sight?” He picks a pebble and throw it. “Impossible. I take that as a myth. It’s like a soulmate, a soul looking for the right mate. If the soul takes the wrong mate, it will suffer until it ends it’s life.” Xiumin put those roses down. “It exist. Here. In front of me.” I’m sculpting. He hands me the roses.

I’m dreaming.

This is nightmare.

I’m nobody.

“If you refuse me, that’s—“ I hug him. He sculps. “Saranghae, Sohee-ya.” “Na-nado saranghae.”

When finally I fall into his hug..

When finally I have someone to cry on..

When finally I have someone in my vacuous life..

When finally… I’m not nothing anymore…

It’s 09:34:20, Sunday, the third week of March, which I’m officially belongs to the person right next to me.

“Let’s take some pictures!” He smiles bigly. The wind blows harder, harder, and harder. Those daisies are dancing for us, yes us. “I have no camera.”  He takes a polaroid. Polaroid is a camera to take pictures, and you can have the result after you take one shot. We take 3 pictures with various poses. We joked. We laugh. We share our life experiences together. We are a new couple, not a popular couple, but we’re happy because having each other. And finally I stop laughing and something is blocking my mind, making my breath feels heavy instantly.

“Are you okay? Are you sick?”

I realize today the date of 21. Which bad lucks fell to me. It feels like I’m going to cry but, it’s not the right time to act dramatic in front of him. “No I’m okay, oppa.”

We spend our day in that park, in the same bench. I finally realize it’s 6 pm, my stomach roars. “I’m hungry.” I act like a starving fool—ugly girl. “Don’t try to be ugly, how ugly you are, you’re still way cuter than a ‘made in USA’ doll. Ah Ahn Sohee.. maybe I’m not a famous one, but I think I’m one of the luckiest man standing right now. I have the most precious asset in this whole galaxy..” I’m too fool to solve Xiumin’s asset mystery. He lies down, looking up to the sky. The stars are shining brightly. 2 stars are cornered, shining not as brightly as their friends. I lie down next to him. “..more colorful than rainbow. I know you’re asking for food, Hee. Let’s eat.” He grabs my hand. “Where are we going?” “We are going to eat ramen together, baby.” I giggle. “Baby? I think that’s too much oppa.” We finally arrive at the restaurant. He orders 2 ramens. “Oppa, tell me what’s your asset.” He stops eating and stares at me weirdly. “Do you have to?” I roll my eyes, a sign of a must. “You.” It’s like I’m going to choke. “Okay, okay opppa, don’t make me blush.”

It’s 9 pm. Xiumin drove back to his house. One thing I learned today, soul mate and first sight love are not a myth, it happens to me today, at 09:34:20.

 

March 22^nd, 2014

 “Shall we go to a game counter today? Let’s have fun!” –Xiumin—

“Of course! Let’s go oppa!” –Sohee—

I wear my sweater, my shorts, and my converse.

“You must be Ahn Sohee, my only asset.” Sound of a man from a tree. I realize it’s Xiumin. “Get down you silly!” I wave my hand to him. He laugh so hard, and what I’m worrying about is, how if he fell down and he brakes his bones. “BE CAREFUL OPPA!” “I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU, SOHEE!” He jumps down. He hands me a polaroid, the same polaroid we use yesterday. “Oppa I can’t take this, really.” I step backward. “I don’t need this baby, really. Oppa a hundred percent giving this to his only asset. No refusing.” He gives me the polaroid and walk away. I stare him with a weird gaze. “Game counter.” Xiumin turns his face. I run to him. He grabs my right shoulder, acting like he’s not letting me go. We are in the car now.

It takes about 15 minutes to reach the game counter. “Oppa-nim, seriously?” I ask him. I don’t even know how to play games, except hide and seek, etc. “I don’t know how to play ga—“ He grabs my hand. I try to follow him. “Oppa—“ I try to stop him but I can’t. “I can’t dance..” “You have to step on the shining square, easy. Let’s battle!” Yes of course it’s easy for him, he is one the best I think. Thanks god he’s choosing the easy one. The game starts. It takes about 3 minutes for the first round. “You’re doing good, baby.” He ruffles my hair. “Let’s try the hardest, dear.” He smiles evilly. “Stop oppa I can’t play anymore.” I walk back and sit on a chair. Suddenly, I receive a new text message.

“Sohee-ya! It’s me Luhan, your cousin. My appa told me to live in your house because I’m studying in your college too. I will arrive at your house about 5 more minutes, I’ll be quick.” –Luhan-

What? Luhan is my cousin, he is a namja (boy), and how if Xiumin thinks Luhan is my boyfriend?

“Okay, oppa. I’m waiting.” –Sohee-

“Oppa, I have to go home now.” Xiumin stares me for a while and he looks disappointed.  “This is our first date.”  I know how he feels. This is not Luhan’s fault. I can’t blame Luhan. “I’m feeling dizzy oppa. Really..” Xiumin folds his hands.

“Where are you?” –Luhan-

“Oppa can you take me home? I’m afraid if I’m fainting.” He grabs my hand and take me to the car. We don’t have too much too talk in the car. I keep acting like a sick girl, very sick. “Sohee-ya, don’t make me panic.” Xiumin looks so panic. Mission success. “Oppa I’ll walk by my self. Thanks oppa. Saranghaeyo.” I kiss him on his forehead. “Get well soon, dear!” He waves me and I wave back. I walk to my house and I see a silver car in front of my house, Luhan oppa. “Yaa, Sohee! Where have you been? Who is that man? In the black car?” Luhan asks me with his stupid innocent gaze. Why every older people are always look younger than me? “None of your business.” I walk into the house. “Same old same old, unpolite Sohee. Tell me, it’s your boyfriend?” Luhan asks me for the second time. It’s like I’ve silenced ‘what the ’ for 38 times this day. I walk in and laid my body on a sofa. “Yes. He’s a month older than you. More questions?” Luhan gasps. “But your dad said you can have a boyfriend unless you’re 30, look what have you done!?” “Is he even exist? It’s better for you to wait for the lunch.” I walk to the kitchen and rub my forehead. I’m feeling dizzy. Feels like my head gonna explode. It’s like something eats my brain. “LUHAN!..” I call him. I have a terrible nose bleed. “SOHEE! Oh my god what have you done? You have to calm.” Luhan gives me a tissue. I sit on a sofa. “Oppa I think today the weather is too hot, it makes me nose bleeding.” Luhan is too busy with his suitcase and backpack. “Oppa the weather is too hot. It makes me nose bleeding. I have 2 bowls of ramen, leave me one. I’m going up to my room.” I’m walking to my room and slam the door. I look at the mirror. How pity I am. I look terrible with pale face, chapped lips. I think I’m very sick. I lay on my bed and spend the whole day on my bed with no food.

 

March 23^rd, 2014

Today is Monday, school day. I wear my college uniform. “Sohee! Let’s go, I don’t want to be late in my first day!” Luhan shouts from down stairs. One benefit if Luhan is here, I don’t have to take any bus anymore, he is driving a car. I come out from my room and follow him to get in his car. It takes about 5 or 6 minutes to reach the college. Me and Luhan walking side by side, like a couple. When Luhan comes and everybody stare at Luhan and starting to whisper. Maybe they’re asking about who is Luhan. “Why are they looking at me?” Luhan whispers. “You’re a new student he—“ “ADORABLE, HANDSOME, PERFECT ONE!!!!” Someone shouts to Luhan. I know Luhan looks perfect, adorable face, handsome look, and versus far with his age. He is 17 years old meanwhile he looks like a 5 years old toddler. “You must be Xi Luhan, your class is.. Ahn Sohee right? You have the same class with Ahn Sohee, Xi Luhan.” Hae songsaenim told that I’m in the same class with Luhan? Sorry I mean my cousin?

When Luhan comes in and girls look fascinated. One of them drops a pencil case which makes Luhan a little shock. “My name is Xi Luh—“

“WHAT’S YOUR PHONE NUMBER?”

“DO YOU HAVE KIK?”

“INSTAGRAM?”

“TWITTER?”

The girls are swarming to Luhan. Now this man looks like an artist. I leave him and take a sit. “Sohee-ya..!” Luhan tries to run from the crowd but he can’t. I watch him, some girls are pinching his cheeks. Luhan sits in front of me. “Can I sit next to you?” Luhan begs me. “N—“ Suddenly, Xiumin comes inside. He poses with cool style and sits next to me. “Sohee?” He stares me deeply. “Yes oppa?” I hope Xiumin is not asking about the fake toddler. “Sohee-ya?” This is too awkward, Luhan asks me and Xiumin asks me too. “Is he—“ I close Luhan’s mouth with my hand and grab his hand. I pull him out from his chair and walk out from the class. “Stop! Be quiet, Luhannie!” I walk into the class followed by Luhan. “Sohee who is that?” Xiumin asks me with trembled voice. “He was my.. umm… my childhood friend. Right Luhan?” I pat and grip his left shoulder hardly. “Yes of course.” Luhan nods and smile to Xiumin. “Okay then. Still feeling dizzy, baby?” “No oppa. I’m feeling perfect today.” I smile to him, trying not to make him panic. “You always look perfect..” He kisses my forehead. “It’s in the public. And you kiss me oppa? Seriously oh..” Hae songsaenim comes in. “New student! Come forward and introduce yourself please.” Luhan looks confuse. “My name is Xi Luhan. I’m 17 years old. I may look different from my age but believe it or not I’m 17.” The other students are giggling except Xiumin. “He is a dumb. Your friend is a fool.” I think Xiumin doesn’t like Luhan. And this is going to be horrible.

30 minutes have past. I’m feeling dizzy…again. I’ve drink a medicine before. This dizzy is killing me. And I’m trying not to vomit. I can’t hold this but I have too. I don’t want to act dramatic in front the whole class. So I take my iPhone and text Luhan.

“Luhan..” –Sohee—

“AHN SOHEE? NO TEXTING PLEASE, THANK YOU.” Hae songsaenim shouts and it makes me ashamed. “Don’t text, baby.” And I hide my phone. The next 2 seconds, Luhan turns his face. I stare him, and I know Xiumin is staring at us. Luhan turns back and I receive a new text message.

“Whats wrong?” –Luhan—

“Oppa, this dizzy is killing me. I can’t hold it, I’m trying to hold this but I can’t.” –Sohee—

I hide my face between my hands. “Hey, is everything okay?” Xiumin pats my back. “I’m okay oppa.”

“Health Unit, NOW.” –Luhan—

“Songsaenim! Sohee needs something and I have to take it with her now.”

Luhan is extremely such a fool! “Yes of course, take your time.”

Luhan grabs my hand fastly. “Where are you two going?!” Xiumin shouts. “I’ll come back oppa.” Luhan keep walking so fast. “Your only solution is going to the hospital. No refusing!”

Luhan takes me to his car. “Don’t you see how pale is your face? Xiumin as your boyfriend is not even asking whats wrong.” “He does. But I was acting like there’s nothing wrong. He’s even keep asking who you are!” Luhan sighs. “The hospital is impossible to reach. Let’s just go back.” Luckily, we haven’t drive out. We walk to the health unit and look for a headache medicine and finally we find 1. I drink the medicine and go back to the class.

“You two seems so close. I thought you’re Xiumin’s.” Hyorin said that in front of Xiumin. “Ignore her, baby.” I nod. I wonder what’s in my head, how could it feels so bad.

The bell’s ringing and it’s time to go home. “Did you bring the polaroid baby?” Xiumin asks me. “I do.” I act like what so ever to him. I take out the polaroid. We take about 14 or 15 pics. Once I try to peek the corridor from here to check if Luhan is there. But yes he is there. “Oppa I think I have to go home now. Someone is waiting for me in my house.” I stand up quickly. “Oh yea? Who’s that?” “My cousin, yes my cousin. Bye!” I run to the corridor and push Luhan and it makes him shock. Luhan is following me to the car park. And how stupid I am, I left Xiumin behind. “Where the hell are you? I was looking for you!” His white face turns to red. He slams the car door. “I need private time with Xiumin.” Luhan laughs. “What so funny?” “Xiumin? Who’s that? The boy who sits next to you huh? Means your boyfriend.” I don’t answer and decide to text Xiumin.

“So sorry for leaving you oppa. How about skype?” –Sohee—

“That’s okay. Sounds good! Call me.” –Xiumin—

We arrive at home. I open my VAIO laptop and call Xiumin, of course with skype.

“Hey cutie pie.” Xiumin laughs. “Oppa don’t make me blush please!” “But you look like a warm buns if you are blushing.” Xiumin points something. “What’s that? Shelf? Drugs?” I turn my head to check. “Yes. Why?” “Are you often getting sick?” “N—“ He speaks first. “How if I move to another college, Hee?” I stare him with curious stare. “Why do you ask an impossible thing like that? Maybe I’ll be so sad, very very very sad.” Xiumin bites his lower lip. “It means a true love. And hey.. you said you’ll do everything for me, can you do 1 thing for me, please?” I feel suspicious. Her heart beats fast. “Of course..” My voice sounds shaky. “Don’t text me or call me, even stare at me or talk to me for a day. Do it tomorrow.” And he ends the video call.

 

“What’s actually happening?” I ask myself.

“PARK CHANYEOL? WHO’S THAT?” Luhan shouts. I go out from my room as soon as possible and ask Luhan. “A new student. Again?! Our campus is a famous one huh?” I shrug.

“A new student! Park Chan Yeol!”

“He looks like an elf!”

“Adorable ears!”

“Luhan’s rival?”

Those words are coming to my notification. Upcoming or new students basically attract other girls, except me. They’re keep saying “adorable”, “cute”, “handsome”, “angel” or other speech of admiration. It’s like I’ve silenced what the about 38 times a day. I’m not only thinking about Park Chanyeol or those new students, I’m thinking what happened to myself. Dizzy, nosebleed, what are all of this? Is this an important matter? If this is getting sustainable.. No, it won’t. I don’t need doctors, they are havoc, nightmare.

 

March 24^th, 2014

This headache kills me oh god! I was going to text Xiumin but then I realize he challenges me not to contact him for a day and it must be so hard. I don’t care about the headache.

I walk in the corridor, looking at each student’s faces. When I finally see a white door locker opens with some books scattered and see a tall youngster. A very tall youngster with black hair. He looks confuse. Sort of—an idiot. I help him with his scattered books. And 5 letters sounds “thanks”, he said.

“Park Chan Yeol.” He held out one of his hand and stare at me. Those puppy eyes and puppy gaze looks horrible! I try to remember who Park Chan Yeol is, his name sounds familiar. I bite my lower lip. Who is he? He seems a nice and good looking person.

“You seems unfriendly.” He closes his locker and leave me.

“Ahn Sohee.”

“What a spectacular name.” He glances once.

I sit with Luhan for today. “Have you see the new student?” He bites his pen. “I don’t even know his name how can I know him.” I fold my hand. “Park Chan Yeol. Hey, he looks cute, Hee.” He giggles. He glances at me. I stare him weirdly. “Did you learnt in a gay high school? He looks like an idiot!” Luhan stares me with a cynical stare. When Luhan is angry, he looks ridiculous, but once he can’t control his emotion, he’ll turn into a beast, LuBeast.

I walk to the canteen with Jia. “Hee, that’s Park Chan Yeol! Look!” Jia searches Chanyeol’s face meanwhile I’m trying to find Xiumin and the result is zero. “Chanyeol is a genius! I think he can do everything.” Jia leads me to a table. “He’s not perfect, Jia-ah.” Park Chan Yeol is a genius, is a perfectionist, for me Park Chan Yeol is an ordinary boy. “YES HE IS!! HE LOOKS SO GOD DAMN GORGEOUS!” Jia is extremely in love with Chanyeol? “He is not perfect, unless he lets you run to his arm, who act silly, treats you well and loves being with you more than anything.” Jia is sculpting. “Unless your name is ‘Google’ stop acting like you know everything. Don’t imitate Chanyeol.” Jia scoops a food to . “He is going to be famous. A famous boy is easy to get a girlfriend and easy to broke up. You have no benefit to be his girlfriend, in the end you’ll regret it.” I explain. Jia sighs. I think Jia is too obsessed with that fake elf. “But I love him. He’s so perfect.” Jia looks hallucinating. “Your problem.” And instantly, silence between us.

“And whether soul mate are really exist?” Jia asks.

“I think they exist.. Just not always romantically. I think there will be certain people you will meet in your life who you just connect with more than anyone else and you just know it isn’t a typical thing and you understand each other perfectly. And this person won’t always be your ‘significant other’ I mean it could be your friend or sibling or parent or teacher or the person you’re dating or whoever. It could be just about anyone you’ve ever interacted with.” I’m not a love expert am I?

“You are a google in love version. You are not a love expert are you? Huh.” And till the bell stops our conversation.

“I haven’t see Minseok today!” Jia shouts.

 

March 25^th, 2014

I wake up and immediately take my iPhone. I hope Xiumin texted me something and there’s no incoming notification.

“Hee!” Luhan calls me loudly. What is it in the morning? A shocking news? An obituary? “What the heck?” Luhan sighs. Suddenly I realize tomorrow is Xiumin’s birthday. I don’t know what to buy. “Don’t be too grumpy.” Luhan leaves me.

Dear god oh tell me what do I have to buy for Xiumin’s birthday gift! So I decided to sing a romantic song and save it in a hard disk and give it to Xiumin as a birthday gift. I sing a song named “Best Luck” which sung in ‘It’s Okay It’s Love’.

 “Amuraedo nan niga joha

 Amureon maldo eobsi utdeon nareul anajwo babe

 Oneureul gidaryeotjyo

 Geudae dalkomhan nareul bwayo geudae ye

 Jikyeojulgeyo babe

 Maeil maeil kkumeul kkujyo

 Geudae soneul japgo naraga yeongwonhi eonje kkajina

 

 Bogo sipeun naui sarang unmyeong ijyo

 Pihalsudo eobtjyo

 Every day i’m so lucky

 Sumgyeowatdeon nae mameul gobaek hallae neoreul saranghae

 

 Tteollideon nae ipsuldo geudae seolledeon i maeumdo

 Geudae nae sarangijyo babe

 Ireonge sarang ingeol aljyo

 Geudaega isseo haengbok hajyo ye sarangiyeyo babe

 Maeil maeil kkumeul kkujyo

 Geudae soneul japgo naraga yeongwonhi eonje kkajina

 

Bogo sipeun naui sarang unmyeongijyo

 Pihalsudo eobtjyo

 Every day i’m so lucky

 Sumgyeowatdeon nae mameul gobaek hallae neoreul saranghae

 

 Naui modureul geolmankeum neol

 Saranghago akkyeojundago geudae yaksokhalgeyo wo

 Sigan jina modu byeonhaedo

 I sesangi kkeutnanda haedo naui saranga

 

 Geudae naege haengunijyo pihalsudo eobtjyo

 Every day i’m so lucky

 Sumgyeowatdeon nae mameul gobaek hallae neoreul saranghae”

 

 

That was a nice song. So I save it in a hard disk and tape a label on it.

“ Happy Birthday Kim Minseok oppa! Hope you like it! Saranghae.

Fr: Your Only Asset  “

Yah I hope he’ll like it. It may not looks exclusive, branded, expensive, but it’s the best I can do. May no gift be too small to give, not too simple to receive, which is wrapped in thoughtfulness and tied with love is enough.

“Sohee-ya!” –Xiumin—

What an unexpected text message!

“Ah oppa I miss you so much! No contact with you for a day is such a mess!” –Sohee—

“… Have you received a letter from me?” –Xiumin—

A letter? Written one?

“Check your mailbox, Hee.” –Xiumin—

This is my first time getting a letter. What kind of letter it can be?