The first time they met...or he saw her, rather. Was the day she was sleeping in the wild grass of a meadow by the light house. Shin, being the curious boy he was, went to inspect her and found her very attractive. She had dark brown hair, soft pink lips and mily white skin. He wanted to touch her...but decided if he did she might disappear. So, he took maybe thirty pictures at once with his camera and then backed away, savoring her face with his eyes before he turned to leave, little did he know he would be seeing alot of this girl....more than he'd like.
(A/N: So, I am new to this website...though I've been visiting it for my favorite korean drama fanfiction for about two months. I want you to know what is written in these stories is out of my ideas.....so I didn't steal from anyone. I don't roll like that. This is a HEARTSTRINGS fanfiction. I hope you enjoy. P.S. I may or may not write in third person througought this small fan based novel, savvy?)
Chapter One:
"Emi! Get up! You'll cause us to miss the flight..." Emi felt someone shake her but shoved their hand away. her real name was Go Em Hee but everyone called her Emi.
"No....leave me be." She said in english, which her aunt replied backWh with korean.
"I'm Korean! Don't speak that American nonsense to me!" She scolded and Emi woke up, not noticing the catipillar on her hand.
"Babo*....is that a...oh my goodness it is a.." Emi's Aunt, Han Shi, hated bugs but Emi was quick to turn her hand over has the catipillar slithered to her palm. She brought out her camera and took a good picture of it, just as it gripped onto the lense.
She rubbed it's back, only to find her aunt scoff and nearly squash the thing with a magazine.
"Aigoo! We have to get to Seoul quickly..all of these bugs are irritating me." She said, picking up Emi's bookbag and swatting the grass off. Emi put her camera back into it's case in her bag after placing the Catipillar on a tree limb.
"Why do you treasure those insects so much?"
"Because....because they are pretty...?" Emi questioned her own statement. It wasn't the truth, actually, Emi enjoyed catipillars because they were the living proof that second chances were possible.
When they boarded the plane, Emi was quick to pull out her notebook and began writing.
Mom, I found another catipillar today. I'm sure you're the one sending them, huh? I've become very informal since my visit to the states. It's nice not to speak like i'm discussing buisness. Is it nice where you're at...do you...miss us? Aunt Han Shi-ssi is quite annoying and insist on me calling her noona....as if she looks young enough to be my sister. I guess all that plastic surgery made her look older...I can't wait 'till i'm old enough to take your fortune back...because she seems to only be using the money for herself...not at all like we planned.
~Emi
When she had finished writing into the black hardback, canvas, notebook she hid it away in her bag and then brought out her camera and began looking through her pictures. She found that apparently it had gone of in her sleep. The pictures showed a very handsome teenage boy, peering down at Emi. Then, with each frame his hand grew closer to his chest and revealed a camera....much like her own.
She furrowed her eyebrows and continued looking through the pictures. She couldn't see his face because that part was covered by a leaf that just so happened to be placed over the lense.
Much to her disdain.
He pulled out his camera and looked down on Emi, then snapped a few pictures and then retreated cooly.
"Who does this boy think he is?" She grumbled, turning her camera off...not daring to delete them...she would get them printed tomorrow and couldn't bring herself to dispose pictures of the curious male.
Already, Korea was dragging her back in.
When they arrived in Seoul, Han Shi was hasty to shoo Emi to her new bedroom that overlooked a nice view of her lake. It had a very nice balcony with thin silk curtains that when she first saw she couldn't help from rushing to first, and running her slender fingers over the fabric. This was the master bedroom.
Her mother's bedroom.
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