Jun-hyung’s Point of View

 

 

 

 

            I had never met anyone like her. She was different from head to toe. First of all she was American. Never once had I looked at an American, so I knew I felt something for her immediately. Second, her hair naturally fell in curls. Third, no matter how hard I tried I could not look away from her eyes. They were so bright and told a story that was sad and yet happy.
            The first time I saw her I couldn't say anything. I was so taken aback by the feelings I had toward someone I had never met. Her lips were so red that when she talked I couldn't look anywhere but down to . The next time I saw her was the next day when my best friend, Ki-kwang, introduced us.
            I remembered her from just passing by her at the mall, but when he told me to say hi I could barely breathe. It was right then that I knew.
            I would love her forever. Regardless.
            When I finally got up the nerve to say hello she laughed at my stutter.
            "I-I'm Jun-hyung. N-nice to m-met you." I was shaking so hard on the inside while trying to look cool on the outside. Seeing her smile made me catch my breath. I couldn't speak for the next five minutes for fear that I would sound like an idiot.
            "Are you in Ki-kwang’s group?" She asked. I just nod my head and hope she is okay with my answer.
            "Are you feeling okay?"
            "Y-yes. I'm just kind of tired."
            "Me too. Jet lag is horrible." She said smiling. Her smile could kill me. How could I love her already? She looked at Ki-kwang and continued talking to him while I sat off to the side trying to turn my head away. Her crooked smile was enough to set me on fire.
            "Jun-hyung, are you going to come with us to the mall? It's a school day so all the big kids should be in class." He said. He meant we wouldn't get mobbed.
            "Sure. I'd like that." I said. If nothing else my stutter was gone. We leave the park and head straight for the mall. He was right, there were no big kids. We looked around as much as we wanted. When I finally got up the courage to speak to her first, it was time for lunch.
            "So how did you meet Ki-kwang?" That wasn't a weird question! Way to go, brain.
            "I used to live in Seoul when I was younger. We were neighbors." She said smiling at him. No, don't smile at him, smile at me! "When I moved away it got hard to stay in touch. But my parents recently decided to send me back. They wanted me to be happy and I loved it here when I was little. So this is where they decided to send me."
            "How old were you when you moved away?"
            "I was about eleven or twelve. I didn't like America much; I guess it was too different from what I was used to. The people weren't as nice to me either."
            "So then do you know English?"
            "Yes. My parents made a point that I learn to speak both Korean and English."
            "So then you're an only child?"
            "Yes. How did you know that?" She asked amazed.
            "You said "I" not "we". To me that meant only child."
            "You're really smart." She smiled again and I couldn't help but let out a little laugh. If I didn't know any better I might say that I saw her blush just before she looked away.
            "Ki-kwang. Can we go on the carousel?"
            "That's for kids!" He whined.
            "We haven't been on since we were kids, please!" She begged.
            "I'll go with you." I say.
            "Really?"
            "Sure."
            "We'll be back!" She said grabbing my hand and running to the line. I got really nervous at this point. She held onto my hand even while we waited in line. I couldn't stop smiling like an idiot.
            "Do you like the carousel that much?" I ask. She looks up at me and beams.
            "It's always been my favorite!" The energy coming from this girl was almost too much to handle, but I was going to keep up no matter what.
            "I think we have to wait another round. There are a lot of kids here." She turns to look at the line and we are definitely going to be included in the next turn.
            "I can wait. Can you?"
            "Yes." I want to brush the hair over her ear but I don't want it to be awkward or show too much emotion in public.
            "Do I have something on my face?" She asks. I must have been starring.
            "No, your face is perfect!" I say. I realize what it was that I said after she turns a bit pink.
            "Really?" She asks. The ride is over and it's now our turn. Was she still holding my hand? It felt so right I didn't even notice after a while.
            "Where is the teacup?" She asks.
            "Here." I say leading her to her choice.
            "Thanks!" She said. As soon as the ride started she began spinning us, but not too fast. She started laughing when I helped her spin the cup.
            "Are you having fun?" I ask.
            "Yes, are you?" She asked looking out at the food court. When she saw Ki-kwang she stuck out her tongue.
            "Yes." I say looking at her face as if it was the last time I would ever see her. And who knows, this might be the last time I would see her. That thought brought me down from my little happiness high. When she saw my frown she looked very concerned.
            "Are you feeling sick? Should I stop spinning?" She asked. I placed my hand on hers.
            "Don't stop. If you're having fun then don't stop."
            "But you look so sad. What happened all of a sudden?"
            "It's nothing. Just keep spinning." She scooted over to me and held my hands until the ride was over. We walked back over to Ki-kwang.
            "Did you two have fun?" He asked. Hugging the American beauty.
            "Yes." She said snuggling her head into his chest. She would never know just how much I wanted that to be me.
            "Yep." I said.
            "I had fun today! Are you guys busy tomorrow?"
            "We have to record in the morning, but we don't have anything in the evening." Ki-kwang told her.
            "You two should come eat dinner with me! I still don't know anyone very well. I would really like it if I got to see you both again."
            "I'm cool with it if Jun-hyung is."
            "What?" I ask. I heard the question but I spaced out.
            "Do you want to go have dinner with us tomorrow?" Asked Ki-kwang. A smile slowly crept its way onto my face.
            "It's my treat." She added.

            “I’ll go.” I say. She lit up at my acceptance.

            “You won’t regret it!” She said, pulling me in for a group hug. Ki-kwang was quick to hug her back; I on the other hand took a minute. It’s not that I didn’t want to hug her; I just needed to think of the ramifications.

            “I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” She said walking off to her car. Ki-kwang and I walk back to our dorm and once the door closed behind us I start talking.

            “I think I really like her!” I say.

            “Stay away from her.” He says immediately.

            “Why? Don’t you trust her?”

            “Of course I do.”

            “Well then, don’t you trust me?”  I ask.

            “Of course, but someone will end up getting hurt.”

            “Do you like her?” I ask him. I am almost positive he will answer no.

            “What if I do?” He asked.

            “Then I would never pursue her, you know that right?” I ask, thinking I know his answer.

            “I’m not so sure.”
            “I don’t believe this. You don’t trust me!”

            “Of course I do, I just have to think about some things. Give me a week.” He walks to his room and closes the door.

 

A Week Later

 

            I was getting to the point where I had to stop going out with them. I felt like the third wheel. I think she may have been a little upset with me because I hadn’t been talking to her much over the last week. I thought I was fine with being labeled the “friend” but now I’m not so sure.

            When she met with us for dinner the day after the mall, Ki-kwang hung onto her and wouldn’t let her go. I think he likes her. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been all over her.

            I needed to prove to myself that I didn’t need her to be in my life to be happy. Hell I had just met her a week ago and already I was thinking about settling down with her? Talk about moving fast.

            Ki-kwang had invited her to one of our concerts and it just so happened that she picked tonight’s show. As soon as she arrived he whisked her backstage and she stood on the left side of the stage. She smiled and laughed through the whole thing.

            It comes time when we pick a lucky fan to come up on stage with us and the fan we picked was gorgeous. I’m talking a total knock out. And completely not my style. I look over to the girl I thought I liked and back to the fan I held in my arms.

            “You are quite pretty.” I whisper. This melts her and the girl to my left is no longer smiling. In fact she looked angry. I keep going for my sake.

            “And tonight is your lucky night.” I lightly kiss her on the cheek and look up to where a pretty girl should be standing. But there was nothing but air. I sing the song for the fan on stage as well as the fans in the audience. As soon as I am done I go looking for the girl I thought I loved, when Ki-kwang comes up to me.

            “Why did you do that?” He asks.

            “I had to prove to myself that I didn’t want that girl.”

            “Who? My best friend? Not too long ago you said you liked her. When I said I liked her you backed off. And now you’re putting on a show for her? This is so not like you. What’s gotten into you?” He asked in a hurry trying to figure me out, like I was some kind of science project.

            “I don’t know!” I say, falling to the floor. I cup my face in my hands. “I was convinced that I loved her the moment I laid eyes on her. Her smile. The way she talks. Those beautiful eyes.”

            “I think you still like her.” He says putting a hand on my shoulder.

            “I think so too.”

            “You just met her. How could you know so fast?”

            “I passed her at the mall and thought to myself ‘so that’s the girl I’m going to marry.’ And now she is all I can think about.”

            “I have some news for you.”

            “What is it?” I ask, curious.

            “I think I only like her as a little sister.” I sit up straight.

            “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I pursued her?”

            “No, but up until a few minutes ago I was convinced that she liked you, too. You better run.”

             "Where do you think she is?”

            “I will drive you to her.” He said. Pulling up a few minutes later to a really nice bar, I exit the car and walk inside alone.

            “Can I sit here?” I asked.

            “You can do whatever you want.” She said, sipping her drink. I signal the bar tender and order a couple of bottles of soju.

            “Why did you order two? Are you expecting company?” She asked. She was already half wasted and totally adorable.

            “I ordered two because I can drink these two and still be fine.”

            “Really?” She asked.

            “Yes, really!”

            “I’ll hold you to that.” She said raising her glass and taking a sip as I begin shaking the bottle closest to me. My plan was to get drunk pretty fast. I was convinced that was the only way I could admit my feelings for her.

 

Two Bottles of Soju Later

 

            "And then when I was twelve people started to be mean to me at school. No one wanted to talk to me.” I practically whispered.

            “What?” She asked, laughing.

            “Are you laughing at my pain?” I asked laughing at myself. She smiled and I couldn’t help it. In my drunkenness my actions were not my own. I lifted my hand, brushed her curly locks behind her ear and cupped her cheek.

            “You’re so pretty.” I said. She looked at me as I touched my thumb to her lips and she closed her eyes.

            “Do you like me?” She asked. I didn’t expect her to say it out loud. I wanted to keep that to myself for a little while longer. I just nod and she nods and smiles. I nod my head.

            “I’m so sorry about earlier with that fan.”

            “Why did you do that?” I shrugged at her question.

            “I don’t really know right now. I’m sure I would know if I wasn’t so drunk.” I’m still cupping her face and I feel her smile form. I hiccup and lay my head on the counter.

            “Are you feeling okay?” She asks as I drop my hand from her face.

            “I think I want to go home.” I say as I try to stand. She helps me and believe it or not she is more sober than I am. In my dizzy state I couldn’t help but rest my head on her shoulder.

            “You smell nice.” I say as I fall again. Helping me back up she dings the bell at the dorm and Ki-kwang comes downstairs.

            “What happened to him?”

            “He drank a little too much.”

            “Well, I can see that, but why?”

            “I’m not sure. I think we had a drinking contest. When he wakes up will you tell him that he lost. I had two and a half bottle of soju and he only had two.” What was she saying? Oh, right. She had started before I got there.

            “Sure. You want to come up?” I heard him ask.

            “Nope, I’m going to go home. Night Ki-kwangie.” I heard her say as she walked off.

 

The Next Morning

 

            “If I asked you out, would you say yes?” I asked. Sitting on the other side of the table she looks nervous. I see the hint of a smile playing at her lips, but she won’t let it go that easy.

            “I don’t know.” She says, slightly playing.

            “If I asked you to please go on a date with me, where I will limit how much I drink and I drop you off at your house like a civilized human being, would you go out with me?” She thought for another minute.

            “I’m sure I can work something out for next week.”

            “Why are you smiling so much?” I asked her.

            “You must’ve been too drunk to remember.”

            “Oh, god, what did I do?”

            “You asked me out for next Friday already.”

            “Then it’s a date.” I said, smiling at the girl I was sure would give me heartbreak. Little did I know that’s exactly what she would give me.

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note-

I didn't plan on writing this chapter. I thought I would like to write some happiness to the story as well as write about how they met. I hope you like like it!

~ BigBlueBeast ~

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