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She felt her body on the ground as pain burst all over her. In her ear there was a loud beep, painful beep. She struggled opening her eyes with a severe headache attacking her mercilessly.

"Are you okay?" She heard a familiar voice making her eyes snapped open as every pain disappeared in an instance like they never even took place. Pushing herself up, she saw him stood before her. This time not as a child who was wearing his worn out denim jumper rather as an adult, glamored with his black slacks and coat. He was still devastatingly handsome, hair waxed up, lips on an overly y smirk.

"Minho..." She murmured.

Brushing his hair with his fingers, he smiled and this time genuinely. A smile formed in her lips, pushing herself to stand as she dusted herself off. Surprised that she was clad in the white gown he sent her yet there was no blood in her dress.

"Okay, I got to admit this is damn weird." She allowed herself to chuckle. Strange, how she felt so at ease with him. Weird, how her urgue of wanting to punch and beat him less was all gone. Was it because of how he smiled? Or was it because for some unknown reason his aura felt so serene right now?

“Long time, no see?” he chuckled. He felt so different, so peaceful and something told her that she was finally meeting the real him.

“I just saw you in the seniors’ night! You ing shot me!” she exclaimed then realized how she was not feeling any pain. Looking down, her gown was white. No blood or anything. She looked all over the place, there was nothing there, nothing but white and they both stood like a sore thumb. “Where are we?” she turned to him.

Minho shrugged, “Beats me.” He chuckled lightly as the wind blew hard and soon they were in a middle of an endless flower field, blue sky hanging above them with huge, beautiful clouds.

“Oh no!” Dara looked at him in horror upon realizing one thing. “Don’t tell me… we’re…”

“Could be,” Minho laughed before falling to grass and lying down in the most relax way.

“No! if we’re dead, hell is supposed to be hot right? Like real hot with the lake of fire and all…” Dara weakly slumped next to him. Minho pushed himself to sit up while laughing.

“You’re really weird! What the hell did those people like about you anyways?” Dara rolled her eyes

“Maybe, I am not as evil as you are!” Minho shook his head still chuckling.

“But well, you’re not.”

“I know that but where are we? So, we’re really…” she swallowed the lump formed in . “Jiyong…” she sighed.

“You love him that much?” his voice turned a little serious but there was still this peaking smile on his lips.

“None of your business.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

Minho pushed himself to stand up and picked little blue flowers before giving it to her. “You know what’s that called?”

Dara glared at him before answering, “Sorry, not a big flower fan!” which Minho chuckled in answer.

He then grabbed her hand and pulled her up, passing her the flower, Dara looked at it. “But they’re pretty.”

“Forget me not.” Minho almost whispered. Dara looked up to him and met his eyes. “They’re called Forget me not.” Without any word, her and his tears slid down their cheeks as a smile stretched from his lips.

“Minho…” there was something painful that was spreading in her chest causing her to have a little difficulty in breathing yet she doesn’t know why.

“We met in the wrong time, stuck by the circumstances. I’ve never been good to you, I have done things you will never ever forgive me for.” His voice was gentle and it almost felt surreal.

“I forgive you, bastard.” Dara gritted. “Why the hell are we crying?” Minho burst into a loud laugh.

“But please, don’t forget me.”

“How could I?! !” He smiled sweetly at her as she felt her body slowly disappearing until she couldn’t feel his hands anymore.

“I love you, Park Sandara…”

"Ahhh," she gasped waking up, sitting straight. Jiyong stood up from his seat, held her hand in instance. "Dara..." he whispered, heart pounding, tears at bay. Three months, she had been in comatose for three months without showing any sign of recovery then all of a sudden she woke up. His tears slid across his cheeks as he hurriedly pressed the button to call the doctor and nurses.

Dara turned to look at him, she was crying herself. “Jiyong…” she called as the lad enveloped her on a tight embrace until she burst into loud cries. The doctor and nurses burst inside, moving and saying things and everything was a blur.

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She gently placed the little blue flowers down, looking at the marble plate that has his name engraved. “There, I never forgot you.” She smiled gently. When Jiyong was rushing her to the hospital, their friends chased Minho and pursued him until he stopped in the middle of the road. Hyunseung tried to talk to him yet he just stood there, smiled before he aimed the gun to himself. Seeing what his best friend was trying to do, Hyunseung jumped to him by instinct they got into a fight with Hyunseung trying to save him until a bright light was coming their way. Without hesitation Minho pushed him away as a truck crashed to him, sending his body meters away from where he originally was.

He was rushed to the same emergency room where Dara was fighting for her life. Her heart was hit by the bullet and so was his other lung, it was a hopeless case. As her condition went critical, Minho’s lifeline died. They tried to regain him yet it was futile. The doctors then decide to transfer his heart and lung to her to which, it was compatible, as the operation went on they successfully saved Dara using his organs yet she was in comatose that lasted for three months.

She felt his arms wrapped around her as a smile broke in her lips, her hand holding his where her ring glinted because of the sun.

“I am stuck at getting mad at him and thanking him you know,” Jiyong pouted while Dara glared at him.

“Let’s all forget it, shall we?” Dara smiled.

“Yeah, I just don’t know why after our wedding when you are still in your wedding gown we went here!” Jiyong scowled. Seriously, unnie? *facepalm”

“Sorry! It’s because we will be gone for three months!” Dara debated.

“Whatever!” Wuju, you’re just jealous oppa.

Wait, wedding gown? Wedding? Whaaaaaat!? Noooooooo!

Oppa, we’re supposed to be the one together forever! No!!

I shall kill---

Ahehehe, just kidding! Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Kwon.

Ahuhuhuhu, I am so happy (hurt actually).

My your love last forever. (Die!)

So, I guess, this is it? After years and years of waiting they got married in the end. After all those troubles and happiness,  finally peace! Why can’t be everything just peaceful from the beginning? Sigh.

There you have it, the unlikely romance between Romeo and Cinderalla.

Shut up! There’s no part two!

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To my beloved readers,

It’s rushed neh? Hahaha sorry. I would like to thank you for sticking with me till the end of this fic! Thank you so much! And yeah, I am still alive.

Why is it Romeo and Cinderella?

Romeo because he’s romantic, Cinderella because she was apparently a princess who started out full and with debt. No technicalities. I gotta go for now!

Always,

Emvy Seven

Mwuuuuuah!