As always is started out like every other morning, me leaning against the balcony of my family’s’ two story house overlooking the beautiful city of Seoul South Korea, wishing that somewhere, somehow that love will come and find me.

Annyoung my name is Mark, I have short black hair, fair skin, and I’m 5’10 and only weigh 60kg. I am quite good in school, but not so much in sports so I don’t particular enjoy it. I’ve been looking for the love of my life ever since I lift college. I’m 18 years old by the way. But as usual everyday there was nothing to be found, through little did I know that my life was going to change to for ever.

“Mark, you better move it, or you won’t get to class on time. I will send your stuff later, so you can check into your dorm when your classes finish.

“Okay, I’m getting ready now, I will be done soon.” I yelled back.

I walked into my room, grabbing my already laid out clothes for the first day, of a new year. Hear a description on what I’m wearing, they include warm skinny jeans, black short sleeve top, and thick warm jacket since it winter, oh and boots. Before I walked out of my room, I grabbed my bag and laptop already for the day’s work ahead.

You see I don’t go to just any university, I go to one of the top performing arts university in South Korea, it really hard to get into, and you either have to be top in your academic grade, or pass an audition of either singing, dancing, or acting. Some people can get in through association and by known someone, but they still have to be able to perfome one of the following or all of them. I got in by my grades and by auditioning for dancing.

As I walked down the road listing to my IPod, I failed to notice a black SUV, coming down the road fast and out of control, until I looked up, and it was as through time had stopped. I had become frozen, unable to move, I was going to be hit any second I was sure of it, but that’s when a tall guy with black hair, that short spikey hair, run towards me and pushed me out of harm’s way, both of us falling on a heap snow.

I was still in shock that my life had nearly ended before me. I looked up and saw the stranger that had saved me, he 5’15, looked Chinese, black hair, and beautiful features, he was wearing long black jeans, with a winter jacket and the most beautiful smile. To me he looked well hot.

“Hey, are you ok? You’re not hurt anywhere are you?” He asked me, looking worried, speaking in perfect Korean.

“No I’m fine, thanks for saving me.” I replied then looked at my watch. “Oh no, I’m going to be late for my first day.” “I’m going to have to leave, thanks again for saving me.” I said.

“No problem, I will see you around.” And with that he walked away.

As I was rushing to get to class, a thought flew through my mind, who was he, and why didn’t I ask for his name? After a while I lift the thoughts subside and forgot about him, luckily I made it on time and was able to find my class.

Just after I took a seat near the middle, a guy came down and sat next to me.

“Hey, I believe we didn’t get properly introduce our self before.” He said.

His voice sounded familiar so to say I was shock when I turned around was an understatement.

“You’re the guy that saved me before.” I said.

“Yea, the name Jackson, what’s’ your name?”
“The name Mark.”

“Cool name.”
“Thanks.” I said with a smile.