Imperfect Perfection

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Imperfect Perfection

21-year-old TaeMin’s life is messed up with a tangle of family and dream. He's run away and living alone, when a girl turns up at his door, stating she is his Perfection. TaeMin has been fighting with loneliness and the girl is indescribably beautiful - maybe she is perfect - and surely no guy can resist that. TaeMin grew up knowing the rights and wrongs, so he holds no evil thoughts or schemes, but he is wanting some friendly company. One thing that started off with some sympathy, self-sympathy and a simple deal will change into another thing. In a chain of events, they will learn that life holds a lot more in store for them that what it seems.

{“Perfection itself is imperfection.” - Vladmir Horowitz}

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be aware...

This story is recommended for mature readers as it contains swearing/cursing/profanity.

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letsfly's note

Please, ignore the dark grey text if you have no interest for nonsense in author's notes! However, if you have some time to kill or you enjoy those random author's note, do read the dark grey text! I'm sorry if it's hard to read. I needed to differentiate the weird part. ;) Just skip over it to where the black text returns. Thank you! (:

Recently, I had a lot of plot bunnies hop into my Bunny Farm which I haven't maintained very well lately. Some of them just bugged me so much by excessive eating of carrots. Fortunately, overtime, I managed to reduce the numbers of plot bunnies by putting some in the Bunny Home. I also breeded some plot bunnies! c: No worries, the parents of the breeded plot bunnies were put in the Bunny Home as well, where they are guaranteed their safety - unless they run away, and I hope they don't, because I love them all so much! <3  And, yes, off-topic, but if anyone wants to adopt some of my plot bunnies, please do ask me! I will be glad to adopt them to you(?), free of charge. :)

If you do not understand the paragraph above because it is in letsfly-language, here's a brief (or not) translation:

+ Bunny Farm: Head, brain, mind - something along the lines of those. ;) 'Plot bunnies in my Bunny Farm' = 'Plot ideas in my head'
+ Carrots: Ideas for that specific plot. 'That plot bunny eats too many carrots' = 'I'm getting too many ideas for that plot'
+ Bunny Home: A separate space, much alike the Bunny Farm, for baby plot bunnies. 
Where plots not yet being developed or used go.
+ Run away: Forgotten T.T *sniffle sniffle* 'A plot bunny ran away from my Bunny Farm' = 'I forgot a plot idea I had in mind'
+ Adopting plot bunnies: Using someone else's plot with their permission. (Not plagiarizing!) 'Someone let me adopt their plot bunny' = 'Someone gave me their plot idea'

I am so sorry for this weird way of talking, but I just felt the urge to do it. Maybe it'll put you off from reading the story, but I hope it doesn't, because my storywriting is not this hard to understand or this weird. My notes probably will be weird every now and again (or always...) but my story is pretty well-written, if I may say so myself. ^^

Anyway, this story is called 'Imperfect Perfection' (I like to state the obvious). Before I say any more, I hope you read the 'be aware...' section just above; if you haven't, you should. For this fic, I did most of the creating and planning of the plot in my head, so some bits might be a bit messy; if that is the case, I sincerely apologize. :) Also, this plot is still being constructed, so I haven't got the whole plot sorted just yet. For that reason, updates may be quite slow, but I will try to keep them coming at a regular pace - at least twice a week or more if I'm feeling good. ^^b

A little bit about myself: my name is Alice and I'm 14 years old. I'm currently living in New Zealand, but I was born in South Korea. Technically, English is my second language - and I had no contact with English before I came to New Zealand - but I'm quite proud of my English levels, and I might even be better at English than Korean now. ;) My fandom is Cassiopeia, a fan of five (no dissing allowed!), and my bias is JunSu who is currently active as a member of JYJ. I support the whole of K-pop though, minus most of the rookie groups that have debuted lately. The reason I don't support those rookie groups are because I don't know them - there have been way too many rookies debuting for me to keep up! :( I'm not an anti of any groups, remember. I'm more of an SMTown fan, even if I don't like the company that much, the singers are very lovable. If you want to friend me, write on my wall or PM me with a simple message, a bit of info on yourself and remind me that you added me as your friend. I will friend you back as soon as I can. :) This isn't my first story; I have an applyfic on this account and I have another account where I did a couple other fanfics. This is one of my favourite plots though, so I'm hoping it will work out well. Fingers crossed! c:

You have probably had enough of my random author's note - please don't let this put you off, I promise other author's notes will be shorter and less random from now on! So on to read the story. I hope you enjoy it! :)

~ letsfly ♥

Foreword

pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter

‘Sitting in the bay window and listening to the rain playing nature’s music for you – it’s the best music you will ever hear.’ MinHyuk Hyung would always say to me. Although he had moved out nearly a month ago, I could almost hear him say so right now. He’d also say nature’s music would calm him down, make him relax, take away his worries.

But it wasn’t working for me. No matter how many times I closed my eyes, leant my head against the wall and concentrated on listening to the lights taps of the rain, my thoughts remained on one thing—no, one person who would be standing outside in the rain on the front porch.

“,” I swore, annoyed, and hopped off the window seat. The ‘nature’s music’ had taken a turn and was now playing a furious beat like the drums might in a war.

Wrapping a cardigan around my shoulders, I slowly walked to the front door. After taking a deep breath, I unlocked and opened the door.

The girl was still there. She was sat on the top step of the front porch with her legs outstretched in front of her. Luckily, the small roof of the porch had kept most of her dry, but her legs had no shelter. Her hands were neatly folded on her lap. Her head was tilted up; it seemed like she was looking up at the dark clouds pouring out rain.

I was once again so hypnotized by her, yet this time I didn't even see her face because her back was facing me. I almost forgot my purpose for coming out here. I took off my cardigan and dropped it onto the girl’s shoulders. What was she thinking, coming outside wearing a dress and a thin knitted cardigan in the middle of winter? I wondered.

“You came! I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t. I was running out of time.” She stood up, facing me with that smile--her smile.

I turned away from her gaze before I’d become mind-blank and lose my words. “Come in,” I simply stated, holding the door open for her.

“Thank you,” she said and stepped inside. The sweet smell of strawberry tickled my nose as she did so.

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