Begining Middle School was something big for Cheonsa. This must be the tenth time this minute that she straighten out her skirt and fix her hair. A new school, new friends, new class, new routines. Even though she's only 13, she feels like a big girl now. That's because of how big the school is. She can swear that she had never seen such a big building earlier. The other kids were also big, she had to crane her head immensely to see the faces of some boys. While looking around the school yard for familiar faces she notices that even her upperclassmen were here. She remembers a few of them from primary school, both unnies and oppas. The backpack on her back feels heavy and she just wants to hurry to their classroom, seeing how it looks, meet their homeroom teacher and then get to know her new class. Her legs are trembling out of longing.

And after an hour or two with the principal talking and welcoming everyone Cheonsa finally gets to sit on her bench, hanging her bag on the side of it. The homeroom teacher enters and the students bow to her. The teacher is tall, wearing typical female teacher clothes, her brown hair in a bun, warm eyes, fair skin and nice eyes. She looks young. She slightly bows back and introduce herself as Mrs. Kwon, and that she looks forward to great years with this class. She seems nice, Cheonsa thinks and smiles a little. Then the students also get the chance to introduce themselves. They start from the line on the right; Cheonsa's line. She's the third one on the row, right next to a window that displays the whole school. When it's her turn, she proudly stands up and bows to the teacher.

"Lee Cheonsa," she smiles and the teacher nods approvingly. And then they continue. She listens attentively to her classmates introductions. The girls were all really pretty and the boys were manly and handsome all of them as well. But it's when the boy on the line next to her, exactly the seat next to her, introduce himself that she felt her heart stop. The boy stands up, bows to the teacher and flashes a smile. Every pair of eyes in the whole classroom was on him, even the ones who didn't pay attention earlier.

"Kim Myungsoo," he introduces himself as. It's like all the other names Cheonsa had memorised earlier disappeared from her mind. The only name she remembered was Myungsoo.

What she didn't know was how much this Myungsoo would affect her life.

Hm, well, what to say? This is my first fanfiction on AFF, first kpop celebrity fanfiction. I've written one shots, but never fanfictions. With that said; you can imagine what problems I have with writing lengthy things, so I'm not expecting this fiction to become too long. Let me tell you a little about the fanfiction and how I came up with the idea; I was Myungsoo biased ever since I first saw Infinite, but then after a while I noticed another eye catching member who kinda ruined my bias list. I'm still Myungsoo biased, but I thought to myself "hmm wouldn't this make a good story?". And Ta-dah, here I am. This story will be following Cheonsa's character development, her time in middle school won't last long, so it will mostly take part in her high school years and ever more after graduation.

Even though this seems like the usual idol-fanfiction it won't be, I see myself in Cheonsa and give both her and the story honest love. Thank you if you decide to read it!