Befuddlement. Doubts. Constriction. Recognition. Reflex.

She’s been running so hard. Flames of anticipation and frost of doubts twist her almost explosive heart. Without hearing her own struggle, she sprints to the place where he stands alone or so she thought; the world’s now dull and her eyes shifted its focus to only one vivid figure. It’s him. 

9 seconds passed and she was facing her dream; all those wonderful years she has spent imagining this very moment boiled down to this surreal meeting. She looked her worst but he was undeniably shining, more than what she expected: his black fitted and torn jeans showed his very pale skin, his black shirt bore a large red solitary peace sign, cold Korean breeze blew his perfect silver hair strands and his shoulders were broader; he was not skinny at all. Both his blonde eyebrows perked up at the sight of what it seemed, an unfitting view. 

She was locked by two hazel eyes with such knotted emotions; his eyes seemed like a black hole, her into a deep, deep, vacuum of nowhere and at the same time plunging her into the colorful hues of the sea. All that, she felt for what she thought was an infinite loop of time, but in reality, it was just half of a second. He tilted his head out of surprise and curiosity.

"Oppa..", she croaked. All her memories in the past years of idolizing this man flooded and bombarded her brain and heart. All those times when she cried and laugh and cried for all the things he has done, came back to her in full force.  No, she cannot have a mental block right now. This is it.

Just as he was about to smile and say something, she bowed her 90 degree bow she practiced for about forever, inhaled a deep breath and said, “Kamsahamnida, for everything”.

Pivot. Sprint. Speed. Explosion. Relief. Satisfaction.