Tell me you love me
If you don't then lie
Oh lie to me

A girl with a long black coat walked in a rush. The weather was extremely cold. The cherry should be blossomed now. And maybe the weather should be little cooler than this.

“Rice cake?” An ahjumma shouted at her.

She looked back. Thinking about the lunch that she skipped because of too many papers to be done.

“One please,” she decided to buy then. Her stomach kept growling since she went out from her dorm.

While waiting, the phone was on her hand. Checking any emails or something. Uhm, waiting for an email, a text, a message, whatever.

Nothing.

There are some emails, text, messages, but none from him.

She sighed. It’s been three years since she decided to stop waiting for any replies.

But yet, everytime the phone’s sounding, she hopes no one but him.

Crazy?

Yes.

-But, have you ever heard about, that love is crazy?-

She smirked after that thought came out.

Love? Such a weird thing ever happened on her.

“3000 won, Ma’am” ahjumma said and gave a bowl to her.

She smiled as she gave the money.

“Kansahamnida,” after bowing, she turned back her body.

Maybe, too many things on her hands. The phone, the papers, and a bowl of toppoki. Then, suddenly…

“Sorry….”

A bowl of toppoki she just had, now falling down on the street.

“Aiiiish! Why don’t you use your eyes while walking..”

“Sorry.. What??”

She was surprised, not too many people here can speak in english.

“No. Nothing,” she kept taking the rice cake, and putting it to the bowl.

“Starla..?”

That word even shocked her. No one ever called her like that, here in Seoul. Everyone calls her, Byul. And too many people here can’t spell her name well.

She stood up and looked at that guy in front of her.

“Starla? You are Starla??” A tall guy with dark gray coat and black shawl smiling there.

She kept looking at that guy.

Him?

She should be happy, right?

That guy stood in front of her now.

That smile painted again.

She could see that again.

And..

He called her that again.

Starla..

The Impossible...

Kim... Jongin...

 

She shakily stood up. gaining all the streght she had, to finally say.

"Byul... My name is Hwang Byul Rin..."

 

 

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A/N: hey ho, i am new writer here. not really a new one, because i already wrote since i was a kid, but for writing fanfiction, this is my first, okay i'm lying.... for Kim Jongin, this is my first.

i just cannot throw away his smirk and his smile and his eyes and his expression during the concert, and babam... i decided to write for him.

sorry for not-oh-so-exciting foreword, the amateur description and all. i'm not a pro by the way!