Dongwoon

As we were walking to the subway, I asked her, “So what’s your name? You’re not local right?”
“My name is Park Hyoshin and my Korean language is not good. Therefore, I do not understand what your last sentence means. Sorry.” She replied as she laughs. “I’m from Singapore, born and bred there but I’m Korean by blood.” Then she smiled. I could understand what she said but I am not good in replying it back in English. Therefore, what I did was, I took out my newly bought hand phone and download an app that could translate.

And I think she saw what I was doing and she spontaneously said, “Oh! Mianhae… I forgot. Urm… my Korean is not good either. So I will try to speak as much Korean as possible.” She told me.
“It is ok. I can understand English, just not speak very well. By the way, my name is Sohn Dongwoon. Welcome to Seoul, neighbour!” I grinned at her.

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­“Here we are! Our flat…”
“Ok… it’s nice. Better than what I expected.” she replied while looking around, gazing at the view.
“Hey Dongwoon, where is this school by the way?” she passed me a plastic file with some documents inside.

“Oh! What a coincidence! Don’t worry I can show you on Monday; meet me at the lift lobby Monday morning. That means… you’re my noona.”
“Noona? Me? You’re younger than me?” she was disbelief. “You don’t look like you’re younger than me.” Then she laughed. I laughed too cause I always get that a lot. Most people thought I was in high school but I’m not.

“Who cares anyways, age is just a number…” and she gave me that “sparkly eye” kind of smile, it made me stunned.

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I just followed him all the way. Dongwoon is a nice kid and gorgeous too. Thank god I’m not the type who will fall for someone easily, if not I might be screaming at the top of lungs right now to be staying at the same flat as him. Reminding me to one of my girl friends back in Singapore, she had that kind of attitude. As I was literally, dreaming off somewhere, I heard a girl’s voice talking very loud; it made me came back to reality. I saw a girl about 2 years younger than me; she had long straight hair; and was wearing everything in pink. ‘I guess she REALLY does love the colour pink’

“Dongwoon ah! Dongwoon ah! Where have you been? I was waiting for you all day.” She spoke to him in a “act-cute” kind of voice. ‘urgh… yuck.’ Then the girl looked at me with piercing eyes as if I did something bad. “Oh! Hi Nara… let me introduce you, this is Park Hyoshin, our new neighbour.” Then he looked at me. “Hyoshin noona, this is Lee Nara, our 3^rd floor neighbour.”

“Noona? Your cousin?” she deliberately asked Dongwoon. ‘I really find her a nuisance. Never really liked this type of girls’ “Urm… no. I just happen to bumped into her at the airport after I send hyung off. She was lucky… oww!” I stepped on his foot, then he gave me that look like ‘what you did that for’ I just signal him to shut his trap. ‘Cause I know these types of girls, the more you tell, the more they want to know. They are called busybody’

“Well, Nara… right? If you don’t mind, we’ll get going now. I assume Dongwoon is tired too. So, we will see you around. Bye!” I pressed on the lift button, the lift door opened and I grab hold of Dongwoon’s arms, pull him in with me. I quickly press the close button and sigh in relief. “Whoa… noona! What was that for? You even stepped on my foot.” Dongwoon looked surprised. “Mianhae. Does your feet hurts? Well, let noona gives you a piece of advice. Whenever you see her again, keep the conversations short because that girl can talk, non-stop. Seriously…” I replied spontaneously.

He gave the look like ‘what are talking about’ look. “Oh! Sorry. Your girl friend? I didn’t mean to be rude…” I couldn’t finish what I was going to say cause he was already laughing – like whatever I said, was such a funny joke. “Noona… she is not my girl friend and what you did just now was very cool! How did you know she was those type of girls? She does talk a lot and its bugging me.” He was literally happy.