When There Was Us.
Description
It took 10 years to finally speak to him. Secretly, it was always a glance or a peek at what he would do. That smile, the laugh, the mere aura of happiness and colors that he had affected me so bad, I could fall to my knees for him. Somehow, we were always in the same school as we grew up. Yet, we never spoke or even glance each other's way until that day came and that wall broke.
And it continued breaking into something mesmerising and exciting.
Foreword
Park Chanyeol.
I peek at him from afar as I walked into the world full of fiction and non-fiction in pages. I bit my lip and felt the soft blush crept to my cheeks as I took in the sight of him reading peacefully in the corner where he always was. I breathed and felt the butterflies in my stomach flew, crashing against the stomach walls. I wondered how was it like to be a friend to him. Or even...
BANG!
I blinked and dropped my books at the loud noise and the sudden shock that erupted through my body. I blushed and felt the throbbing pulse hurting my head. I rubbed my forehead, having walked into one of the racks of books. I cursed quietly, looking down and tried to pick my books up hurriedly, embarassed and ashamed of myself. The whole library must have heard me and I wondered if anyone saw or witness my greatest embarassment.
Great job Min Hee! Great job!
I hissed slightly in pain as I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to focus on picking up the books I had dropped on the ground. I gulped and hide the bruise with my fringe and knelt on the ground to gather my books. However someone was already crouching beside me and picked up my books. I had to hold myself back as I recognised that tuff of hair anywhere in the whole of Seoul.
"Kencanah?" The soft pair of eyes looked up and met mine, making my heart beat fast and my breath hitched tightly in my throat as Park Chanyeol gathered my books and stared at me.
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