A/N: Although this is the prologue of Fantasy Doodles, the characters are a bit messed up I’m sorry… (And I don’t want to change them since it would be too much of work…)

The only ones aren’t playing the same role as in FD are Sojung and Yewon only, Sojung is one year older that Yerin and Yewon is one year younger, the others are all in the same year.

 

 

[September 2010]

Today is the first day of secondary school and I walk into the new campus with shaking knees. All of my primary school friends did not apply to the same secondary school as mine since I've moved to another city during the summer holiday break. My father got a promotion last year and as he needs to travel to other countries often, it is the best for us to move near to the airport. That’s why, we moved to Incheon. I look at the notice board outside the school office and search for my classroom, I squint my eyes and fix my slipping down glasses. Ah, there it is, class 1D is located on the fifth floor.

 

I feel my legs pulling me from going up the stairs, when I finally reach the fifth floor, I breath hard and peek into the classroom which is next to the staircases. There is no one inside, I take a glimpse at my watch, it is still one hour before the inauguration ceremony begins. I feel a bit easier and so I open the door and walk to the back of the classroom, I choose the corner seat which is near to the window and lay my bag on the desk. I sit down and look out of the window, I see students walking into the campus from the main gate. Some of them come in with friends but some of them just like me, walking in alone nervously, I guess I am not the only one then?

 

Time passes quickly, the classroom is being filled up by students one by one, some come in in pairs, some just keep quiet like me. Until the teacher walks in and there is only one seat left, the one in front of mine.

"Welcome everyone, I'm your class teacher for the coming three years. As in our school, you won't change class until high school, so please be kind to your classmates since you are all sticking together for the coming three years." The teacher smiles warmly at us and she scans through her attendance sheet. “So let’s move on and let me know more about you guys, shall we?”

As if on cue, the classroom door flipped opens and someone rushes in as if he is competing with Usain Bolt.

“Sorry Miss! I am late I am really sorry!” The boy bows while still catching his breath, “Did I miss anything fun?”

Our class teacher shakes her head and asks the boy to take a seat, without anther choice, he walks towards me and takes the seat in front of me. He is sweating bad, I wonder where he started to sprint, maybe from the train station? He looks tired. I couldn’t help but to study his face when he turns around, facing me to settle his back pack on the back of the chair. He has a pair of brown orbs, long eye lashes, black specs on his face and a pointy nose. Perhaps I stare for too long and he also feels that there are eyes on him, he looks up and our eyes meet. He smiles at me and turns back to face the teacher. For some seconds, I forget how to breathe.

 

This is going to be an interesting school year.

 

 

[March 2011]

Today is the day that our class has to decide the class leader, well technically I am not too involved, I haven’t known them for too long, so for me, anyone except me would be the same to me. After PE lesson, I go to the changing room to get change back into my school uniform since I sweated a lot during class. I really love PE lessons, I never understand why the girls hate PE lessons, it is always better to sweat out yourself than looking at your oppas to sweat, right? But after nearly half year of schooling, I can already tell my classmates will definitely choose the later as there is always only me on the volleyball court while the other girls at the basketball fields, the others will just sit along the tracks and chit-chat, or to admire their crushes. After changing, one of my classmates and my new friend, Eunha approaches me and we make our way back to the classroom together. She asks whom will I vote for as the class leader.

“I haven’t made up my mind yet… what about you?”

“I am definitely going for him! He is just so charming just now! Did you see how he defeated the boys in class A with ease on court?” Eunha whispers in my ear and points at the boy standing three benches next to us.

“Er… I was not there just now… but I guess he’s good?”

“Good? Are you serious Yerin? He is amazing! Come on, let’s vote for him together later!”

 

Being drag out of the changing room, Eunha keeps telling me the basketball match just now and I start to regret that I didn't watch his performance…

 

 

[May 2011]

“And we proudly present the winner of this year’s singing contest…” The MC stops there, making some kind of cliff hanger.

 

Today is the final round of the singing contest, I am not really a fan of music although I have been learning the piano since I was four. I am there just because Eunha drags me into the hall to accompany her. Most of the participants sing really well, it is an enjoyable afternoon after all.

 

“YERIN!”

“My ears Eunha ah.”

“HE WINS.”

“Yeah, I saw it with my own eyes too.”

 

Hmm… he does have a sweet voice, I wonder if that voice would ever sing for me…

 

 

[August 2011]

Today is just a normal day during the summer holiday break, but well I guess not too normal? As it is also my birthday. After studying for a year here, I have made some good friends in class and met some reliable teammates as I joined the school volleyball team. This afternoon I went back to school as the team has regular training even though it is a holiday break. I’ve never known the team would prepare a cake for me, the moment when Sojung unnie carried the cake out after the training and all of them sang the song, I was stunned for some seconds before my tears ran down. This is going to be one of the best birthday that I could ever have.

 

After heading home and finish my housework, it was already late at night. I start to unbox the presents I got today, one by one. When all of the boxes are opened, I look at the clock hanging on the wall, it’s soon going to be 12:00. I tidy my things and pack my bag for the tomorrow’s training, then I put my phone to charge and get onto bed. After settling all, I scoot over to switch off the lights. As if on cue, my phone rings.

 

[X-XXX 1259 Calling…]

Why would he call me in this hour of time?

I stare at the number for moments before swiping the green button to the right.

 

 

“Yeoboseyo?”

“Hey.”

“Are you going to sleep?”

“Hmmm.”

“Gosh, you are not waiting for my call?”

“Wait you for your what?”

“You didn’t think I forgot your birthday right?”

“…”

“Tsk, Jung Yerin how come you don't have any faith in me.”

Then there comes the guitar’s sound and I heard his voice, singing the birthday song.

“Call me the last-minute genie! Happy birthday girl! So… go sleep now, so that I am legit the last one who talks with you.”

“Thanks, good night to you too.”

“Yeah, sweet dreams Yerin.”

 

This is definitely going to be the sweetest dream ever.

 

 

[February 2012]

Today is the last match of the volleyball junior grade’s tournament, well I am still a junior next semester, but this is the last time that I could be teammates with the unnies. They will be in senior forms next year and we need to wait for a year to reunion again. It seems to me that the day I walked into this new campus was still yesterday. I have already been studying in this school for two years and in these years, I met many kind people who help me a lot. First of all, it is Sojung unnie. Sojung unnie is one year older than me but we hang out often and become really close. Speaking of the team, I met another dongsaeng this year and we became besties too. Yewon is younger than me but she is so talented that she made her position in the starting lineup just by being a year 1 student. Both of them are the spikers in the team as their heights are surely giving them advantages, on the other hand, I am the setter of the team, and this made us three clicked so well. Although we are in three different houses, they are my best mates, be it on court or off court.

 

This year we do not manage to snatch the championship, but the second-runner up, well I guess we just need to train harder in the coming years. All those times that we've devoted won't betray us, right? After taking the group photos with our coach, we go to the audience seats to watch the boys’ final.

 

“Hey Yerin,” Sojung unnie pats my shoulders for attention, “Is that your classmate?”

“Huh?”

“Over there, the one in white tee and black trousers. Isn’t him your class leader?”

“Where? The left one?”

“Aish! Did you wear your contact lens today unnie! There!” Yewon pointed at one of the benches opposite to where we are sitting.

 

I look at where Yewon is directing me to, there I see boy staring at us. I could not catch the face as he pushes down his cap at instant when our eyes meet, then he turns around with his back facing us and slowly, he leaves the stadium.

 

What is he doing here? I never know he is interested in volleyball… it could not be him, could it?

 

 

[March 2012]

“Hey Yerin! Did you hear the news?”

“What news Eunha ah?”

“People say the class leader has a girlfriend! They say he proposed on Valentines’ day!”

“Ohh, I just heard it from you seconds ago.”

 

It has nothing to do with me, right?

 

 

[April 2012]

“You seem a bit off these days Yerin, anything wrong?”

“Sorry Sojung unnie, I didn’t catch that, what did you say?”

“Yerin ah, are you alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Liar.”

 

I look at unnie, she is wiping the balls. Unnie is in her year 3 which is super busy, I don't want to bother her with these silly stuffs.

Sojung unnie stops what she is doing and looks up straight into my eyes.

 

“You know you can always talk to me.”

“People say he has a girlfriend…”

“I know it is about him, only him could affect you this much. Tell me about it girl, come here.”

 

I thought I hide my feelings well though…

 

 

[May 2012]

One day after school, I bump into someone at the entrance of the teachers’ room since I am spacing out again. I hang my head low bowing for apology. Just when I am walking away, someone grabs my arm and pulls me back. I look up and see the person that I want to meet most and least at the same time.

 

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Why didn't you ask me anything about it?”

“About what?”

“It’s not true.”

“What is not true?”

“I have nothing to do with her, it’s just the rumors.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“But I want to explain.”

 

Why do you have to explain? I am just a nobody to you right?

 

 

[July 2012]

It’s the last day of school, next year we will be in secondary year 3, which is also the last year being together with this class. Time passes way too quickly right? After the ceremony, Eunha asks if anyone is up for the movie squad.

“Count me in!” Yuna who sits next to me waves her hands excitedly, “Are you coming with us Yerin?”

“Hmm well I don’t really have plans…”

“So you are coming! No buts!” Yuna smirks and pulls me off from my seat.

“Excuse me…” I turn my head and see the boy who is talking to us. “May I join?”

“Sure! The more the merrier right! Come on let’s go!” Eunha says and drags me out of the classroom.

 

“What are we going for anyways?” I ask once we are at the cinema, I was sent to buy snacks and drinks for the movie while the others went for the tickets.

Eunha skips her way back with tickets in her hands. “Of course we have to watch my favorite man on earth!”

“No we are not…”

“Yes we are! Andrew is so handsome! The Amazing Spider-Man here we go!”

Action films are never my first choice, I usually go for romance or profiles, but out of my expectations, this spider man is really not that bad. At least it is not only with fighting and spiders’ web. And I think I fell in love with Emma, she looks perfect there.

 

“Hey are we getting dinner together?” I ask as we are leaving the theatre.

“I need to go home for dinner, can’t skip this one, my dad is going to kill me if I don't show up.” Eunha says.

“Me too, my grandma is visiting me tonight.” Yuna links her arms with Eunha, “So I guess we will get going first?”

We wave them goodbye and the two of us continue to roam around in the shopping mall.

“Do you have any plans later?” He asks and I shake my head.

“Hey, there’s a flower market next to the mall, do you want to have a walk there with me?”

“S… Sure.” I try my best to hide the sheepish smile and lock my eyes with the floor tiles.

 

We have random talks all the way to the flower market, from movies to sports to friends.

“Hey, what flowers do you like?”

“I don't think they could be found here…” I look at the roses in front of us, “Take a guess?”

“Hmm… I bet it is not rose, it’s just too usual and plain.” He looks at me and I nod.

“Well, I guess it’s not carnation as well, you don’t seem to be that kind of girls.”

“Which kind of girls?”

“The ones who is always enthusiastic about things, and the outgoing ones.”

“Enthusiastic? It is a praise or dissing?” I glare at him.

“No I mean … you don’t seem to be those showing off out-going type, you are always quiet and the observing type, ugh well I mean… do you catch what I am talking about?”

“Sort of I guess.” I smile.

“So… what do you like? I have no idea.”

“Plumeria.”

“Ohh... that’s… quite special to hear. Why though?”

“It reminds me of myself.”

“Yourself?”

“Yeah, my life.” I look away, not wanting to continue the topic, perhaps he sees me holding the breath that I do not know I am holding, he doesn’t ask any further as well.

 

After dinner, we go separate ways as I need to get the train and he takes the subways.

“Hey, here for you.”

He hands me a bunch of sun flowers which he hides from his back, “You are right that I cannot find plumeria there, but they are somehow relatives, right?”

“When did you buy them?” I stare at the flower’s core, I do not remember him buying things just now when we were at the flower market.

“I have my ways.” He grabs my hand and place them onto my palm, “Happy summer holiday.”

“Thank you.” I tighten my grip and hold onto the stem firmly. He waves at me and turns, walking towards the metro station. I stand there looking at his figure walking away until he completely walks out of my sight, then I take the stairs and go down to the train station.

 

The first thing I do after returning home is to pull out the dusky vase from the cupboard, god knows how many years that it has been stored there, the dust covering it is like inches thick. I rinse the vase in the kitchen and carefully place the sun flowers into the vase. When everything is done I carry the glass container back to my room and put it on my desk.

 

I think my room smells betters suddenly.

 

 

[August 2012]

Two days before school starts again, I am hugging my Jibang doll sitting on my bed while scrolling through my Instagram. Then my phone chimed, I click into WhatsApp to read the message.

 

[Hey.]

[Hmm?]

[I think I liked someone.]

[Ohh… good for you. I’m glad for that person]

[I am thinking if I should confess, any opinion for me?]

[Well… just confess, why not]

[What if I get rejected?]

[Believe me, no one will ever reject you, I wish you two happiness.]

 

I switch off my phone before he could send his reply, I toss the device onto my desk and hug my Jibang closer to my chest. I lock my eyes with vase that I kept in my bookshelf after the sun flowers withered.

 

I never knew it could hurt this much, is this what people call love?

 

 

[September 2012]

I arrive home late after my training, this year we don’t have Sojung unnie in the junior team and guess we have to work extra hard in order to secure our rank in the league. I was selected as the team captain this year, I really want our team to get the tickets to the championship. After showering, I sit down by my desk and open the textbooks. I stare at my physics assignments for a solid 30 minutes as I have no idea what’s happening during lessons. Just when I am going to give up and planning to beg Yuna to lend me hers tomorrow morning before the teacher collects them, my phone chimes and the monitor lights up.

 

[One unread message from WhatsApp]

I enter the pin and unlock the device.

 

[Hey. Have you slept?]

[Not yet]

[I think I am going to confess]

[You are texting me in the middle of the night to tell me this?]

[Yeah, I am nervous]

[You will be great, just ask]

[Yerin ah, I think I like someone]

[I knew, you told me last time already. If you are not going to say something meaningful then I am heading to bed, I am tired after practice.]

 

I put down my phone, I lay my forehead on my desk and close my eyes. I hear my phone chimes again, but I don’t bother to check the message, I bet it is still him blabbering about his crush. I don't want to know a single thing about them.

 

[X-XXX 1259 Calling…]

He is really not going to let me live, is he?

 

“Yes?”

“You are not in a good mood?”

“Told you, I am just tired after practice. Why are you calling anyways?”

“Because you are not reading my texts.”

“Something important that I need to check this instant?”

“Yeah, something urgent, check it now.”

“Hang on, it better really be something worth of my time.”

 

I switch the call into speaker mode and leave the phone call in the background running, I click into WhatsApp once again. It takes me some seconds to load the message as what he sent me is a photo. Looking at the vague preview that WhatsApp provides, I could tell it is a screen shot of a conversation. I sigh to myself, this better not be some sort of dialogue between them…

 

 

I read the conversation and frown, it is the dialogue between me and him minutes before, I wonder if he sent the wrong screen shot or what.

“Have you seen it?” His voice comes out from the speaker of my phone.

“Yes, but why our dialogue?”

“I told you I like someone.”

“What does our conversation have to do with your confession to the someone?”

“Look at the contact name again pabo.”

Even he cannot see, I click onto the screen shot again with annoyance on my face as I am somehow pissed.

 

And realization strike me.

OH.

 

“Hey are you still here?”

“Hmm…”

“So… did my confession go well, my certain someone?”

I smile upon hearing the word ‘my’, it just sounds perfect to me.

 

“I guess so.”

 

 

[September 2012]

We are walking side by side, hand in hand, but no one is speaking.

 

Today is the swimming gala, we do not need to go back to school but the public swimming pool. After the competition we sneak away from our friends and classmates and go for a date, our first date. And sneak out I mean actual sneaking, as he doesn’t want to public our relationship yet, he asked me to give him some time to deal with the girl that he has rumors with, and without a second thought I agreed.

 

He suggests having a walk in the shopping mall, we nearly get lost on our way as there are construction worksites all over the route. After an entire hour, finally we arrive at the mall.

 

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to have a drink first?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go to Starbucks then.”

“Ah… sure.”

 

Starbucks is so crowded that we cannot find a seat, so we turned to Pacific Coffee in the 2/F of the mall. This is actually the first time I visit that coffee shop, it is not that I am a fan of Starbucks instead of Pacific Coffee, it is just that I am not a fan of coffee, I have never been drinking them. I stare at the menu for ages long as I have no idea what I should pick, the names all seem the same to me. He looks at me with amuse and after some more minutes he laughs.

“I will just choose for you, let me introduce you my favorite coffee.”

 

He comes back with two cups of brown beverages, he passes one of them to me and I take a taste from the straw, wanting to know what does coffee taste like.

“This is not as biter as the usual ones, it’s called Mocha, mixture of chocolate and coffee.” He explains as if he could read my mind.

 

So this is coffee? Well it is sweeter than I thought... I guess I am starting to be a caffeine-holic then…

 

 

[October 2012]

Two cups of iced mocha, two physics textbooks, two students sitting at the table in Pacific Coffee. This has been our weekly routine for a month, if he doesn’t have band practices and I do not have to attend trainings, we will hang out in the coffee shop and he will help me with my physics.

 

“So, Newton is saying that if we are in outer space, you either remain at rest or continue to move at a constant velocity.” He tries to explain the concepts to me in the easiest way that he could think of.

“Why outer space?”

“Because there is no air resistance to affect the movement.”

“Without air, I will die, I don’t want to go out of Earth.” I bang my head onto the textbook, I am going crazy with physics. “I don’t understand, it means we will never stop moving if we are in outer space?

 

“Try to think this way.” He pats my head, “If we are walking in space, hand in hand, since there is no air, I mean no obstacles here, then there is nothing that could separate us, right? So we will be walking together till the very end.”

 

I turn my head back to him and smile, I think I start to understand Newton now.

 

Can we just go outer space then? I want to walk with you till the universe’s very end.

 

 

[October 2012]

“Class, according to your grouping list that you handed in to me last week, please prepare a script and we will film the music video in March. This semester please prepare the cast and the song your group would like to remake.”

 

Eunha, Yuna, me and him form a group, and all of us agreed to use my plot as the script for the music video as only mine is a realistic romance plot while the others are all imaginable plots that are not really filmable.

 

“Hey, who do you think will be the actors of the plot?” I ask him when we are on our way out for lunch.

“Hmm… well as I am the only man in our group, beyond doubt I will take up the male lead, and since I am the lead, of course I want yo