Just Another Love Story
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Even before coming to this world we were together.. Bullsh*t? NO.. it's true.
He watched my mother pushing me out at the hospital. Our parents knew each other for a long time. They were all like a family so that's why.
Whenever his family came at home oppa would always help mommy to feed me, play with me, teach me new words. Hard to believe but my first word was "OPPA" instead of the usual "Mom", and even when I made my first step, he was the one holding my little hand. He took good care of me from the start and years passed but nothing changed.
I grew up as a very shy girl. I'd find a hard time to approach anyone but him. He was enough for me to joyfully spend my days and fortunately he has never complained. I was always his priority he would leave his friends just to be with me.
Being too much time together caused him to grew a little feminine. That's because I was used to ask him to dress as a girl and put some make up on so we could play with my dolls. I was young. I didn't realize that what I was doing was wrong. He never complained and just went along with my all of my wishes. I feel so sorry now, I still remember his friends making fun of him continuously because of me and what I did to him but he would just shrug and calmly say " I don't care about what other thinks about me ".
When we were 13 we had our first kiss but it wasn't intentional. I'm not even sure if I can call it like that. We were rehearsing a new choreography at the school dancing room, we were there for 5 hours already and I was dead tired, maybe that caused me to fall on my . He grabbed my arm to help me up then I don't know, I opened my eyes and our lips were locking. We never talked about it, we just left it like that, luckily it didn't leave any awkwardness between us.
Many sunbae were jealous of me, they wanted me to stay away from him because as they said he was their oppa. I didn't pay much attention to them but slowly they started to use violence against me, whenever I was alone they would beat me up. I tried to keep everything for me but it came to the point that even wearing pants and sweatshirts my wounds were still visible. When he noticed it, he got mad at me for not saying anything then went to those girls and scolded them.
I was 15 when we had to part. His father was going through a hardtime in his agency so they had lo leave Seoul and go to the U.S.. When I heard about it I felt betrayed, he was leaving me after making me grow as a cry baby girl " What will I do now? " I asked myself. The day of his departure I didn't even go to the airport and bid good-bye properly.
For the first 3 months he kept on calling me and sending me letters, but I was still too upset to talk with him. I kept on crying, every morning I went to school hoping to see him at the entrance waiting for me, but he wasn't.
We transferred to a new house and finally I started to get used to be without him around since I wasn't forced to see all those things and places that remind me of him anymore. Slowly I learned to be independent, I grew strong and got rid of my shyness.
5 years passed, it was Saturday afternoon and I was getting ready to go clubbing with my friends. I put on my white shorts, pink tank top and high heels then I started to apply my lip shiner when my mom stepped into my room and dragged me downstairs. I shouted hysterically but then I stopped when I noticed someone standing at our door. I looked at him from head to toe then went to look up again. His clothes, his tall and slim figure made him look like a prince, but his eyes.. I bit my lips in disbelief " am I dreaming ? ".
I was shocked, caught off-guard, I didn't know if I had to jump on him and hug him tightly or slap his pretty face and ask him why he didn't contact me anymore. I went back to my right mind when I heard Minho's car out. I bowed awkwardly and left.
He was back.
Foreword
CAST: Nicole, Hara, Hyun Joong, Jaejoong
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