"he brought you home on his back, he must think you really cute to do something like that. this is Kim Ki Bum...key from SHINee we are talking about." she says. you cover your face with your hair, your cheeks going red with the heat of the memory. you groan and shake your head back and forth vigorously, trying to make sense of what happen that night. 

    "i was drunk, it was embarrassing. stop teasing me unnie." you say with a pouted lip, Heiryung, your friend, just giggled, baffled by you would think that way. why wouldnt you think that way? you were drunk and he brought you home. thats all you remember from it anyways.well, she does have a point, it was key...thats not really 'nothing special'  you think to yourself, getting shivers at the thought. what if he did think i was cute? will i see him again perhaps? you continue to speak. no no. that wasnt going to happen, you kid yourself. it was two nights ago, and now thinking back to it you remember a couple words said to each other,  but it was fuzzy and it didnt make any sense now thinking about it. Now, it has become news to people all over and you knew you were going to be hated by a lot of shawols. 

 

    later on in the week, you head out to go shopping. you already have a bag or two in your hands, with stuff you are getting for yourself, and for your parents for Christmas. you are about to walk into a shop, when a swarm of about 5 or 6 of them come stomping out all at the same time. you are knocked to the ground, a bag of yours spilling over with items sprawling everywhere. after a yelp from shock and from hitting the ground, you sit up and look at everyone looking in your direction, talking to the people they were walking with. you rub yourscraped up arms just as a scream came from behind you. what...? you think to yourself before turning and seeing a pale blonde mess of hair in front of you. they were looking down, picking up the things that fell out of your bag and placing them back in your bag. your eyes go wide at the realization of this and you scramble over to help him out. 

    "its okay, you really dont have to-" you stop, mid-sentence because both you and the boy reach for the same thing, your hands overlaping. his on top of yours. 

    "oh-!" the boy lifts his hand and you both look up and come face to face with each other. a squeal comes to lips and you slap your mouth with your palm to keep it in. key. out of all people. was looking directly back at you. you see from the corner of your eye, he lifts his hand and points in your direction. "Your..that girl, (y/n). i carr-"

    "yeah. that we me. sorry about that." you say, quickly picking up the last item and stuffing it in your bag. you rise to your feet and scurry off. you dont want to face him, you have no idea what you did to him, or said while you were drunk. the possibilities were endless. you hearfootsteps behind you and you make the realization that he is following you. you turn and look at him. his face is one of sadness and disappointment. you feel bad for him, it was an expression that tares at your heart but you have no idea what it was he was sad about. 

    "you dont remember, do you?" he said holding out his hand to you. you curse in your head. there was something. oh no. this could ruin your life forever. you look down at his hand, then back to him. the lost expression gave him the okay to assume you didnt remember what he was talking about. so, he took your hand, the one that wasnt holding a bag and held it up. "before i brought you home. you took my hand and held it up to me like this." he says explaining a bit as to why he was doing that to her. he pinches your finger and not you are starting to catch on a bit. "you did this, and said a single word; life." he says and you nod once. he continues to your ring finger. "happiness" he says wiggling your finger around. soon, you joined him and finished all four of them, peace for the middle finger, and loyalty for the thumb. you smile, not because it was something that meant a lot to you, but because now you know that you didnt do anything to embarrass yourself that night. he looks at you, before pinching your pointed finger. 

    "you never told me this one, so i was curious. but you only said that you would tell me when we meet again. and if we do meet again, then it will come true. we have met again, so will you tell me?" he asks, looking up and meeting your gaze. you can feel heat burning, and turning your cheeks a bright red. you forgot about the ending to that. it was an old tale your mother told you as a kid, she said that was how she fell for your dad. you simply laugh, hoping to play off as calm and collected. you pull your hair over one shoulder and he waits patiently for the answer. 

    "Love, the pointer finger means love...its said if you tell someone all four, but leave out the pointer finger, if they ask about it you tell them you will tell them youll will explain it if you meet again. then if you meet again, you fall in love." you say now extremely quiet. he dosent respond. you feel the awkwardness of the moment increase until you are sure you had made a complete fool of yourself. you run, full speed, through the streets trying to get away from him as fast as you could. not only was this a boy, he was a celebrity, and idol. 

    "(y/n)!! hey (y/n)!" you hear him call after you, causing you to fun faster. sooner than not he catches up to you, pulling you into an empty alleyway. you freeze at his touch and watch him. he grabs both of your shoulders and watches you as you both catch your breath. your heart it pounding, but it wont stop just because your breath is up to pace, because he was starting at you intensely. "you never gave me a chance to say anything..." he said, removing his hands from your shoulders. you look down and sigh. you did run away before giving him a chance. but you thought he was going to laugh, it was instinct if anything. 

    "so your saying, based off that...thing you did, we are going to fall in love?" he says, taking your hand and touching the tips of your fingers, stopping at your pointer finger. love. you just nod. you dont want to speak in fear your voice will crack, or your mouth will say something before your brain actually has time to think up something that makes sense. he laughed. he just laughs leaving you too feel exactly how you feared. you start to back away to leave their little private sessions when he opens his mouth and speaks again. "well, i guess it makes it okay that i kissed you then." he says to himself, but loud enough to hear. kiss???

    "what kiss-" you turn as you speak only to find a pair of lips pressed against yours holding you by your arms. shock takes over your mind but your body says otherwise, kissing him back instinctively. 

"that kiss...we're in love, so its okay...right?"