*Junsu's P.O.V*

The morning's fall chill permeated the air, I drew my coat closer, hoping to stave it off. I looked up at the fading moon and sighed, I didn't realize until it was to late that someone was walking closer to me as well. 

"Oww." Was the next thing out of my mouth as I blearily looked up to notice I was now on the ground. A handsome man was looking down at me in shock, before he remembered his manners. 

"Forgive me, I wasn't looking where I was going." He said, holding out a hand to help me up. His hands were larger and warmer than mine, but I suppose that was an easy feat.

"No forgive me, I was caught in my own little world there. Thank you." I added as an afterthought. 

"No problem," He paused for a moment then, "Have we met before?" 

"No," I said confused, "I don't think we have, I most certainly would've remembered you."

He smiled greasily, but sweetly and chuckled, "I would not have forgotten you either I believe, but you just seem so familiar. Maybe in passing," He mumbled. 

"Kim Junsu," I offered.

"Park Yoochun."