Chapter 1

 

— Mom, tell me, please, a fairy tale! - Looking at me with large brown eyes, asks my daughter, wrapped in large a duvet. I smile and look at the window where one can see distinctly peach moon, illuminating the spacious children's room. To lull a child, I should every evening telling a different story, because children her age are very fond of such tales and fall asleep listening to them a lot faster.

 

— Maybe to tell you about Thumbelina? - I ask, straightening wayward corner duvets and putting palm to the warm girl's forehead.

 

— No, something else! Tell a new fairytale! - She entreats, intercepting my hand and pressed it to her cheek. I give up easily and without hiding a gentle smile, lay down next to my daughter, settling comfortably.

 

— Well - thoughtfully bite my lips, and seemed coming up the first line begins the story, feeling curious glance child directed at me. - A long time ago lived a girl named Lee Young Hwa...

 

***

 

— Hey, give it back! - Heard a voice to me from the bedroom girls, causing sharp freeze in place and strongly pressed to her chest trembling a little puppy.

Fortunately, no one near there, and the darkness of the corridor hides my presence. After waiting some more, I do a few uncertain movements, and then accelerated, step in the doorway door leading to the street. Is very good thing about this secret entrance to no one except a young director, which allows me to use it, do not know, and I can safely leave the school at any time. Every time using it, I mentally crumble in gratitude kind woman and I am glad that it was my older brother asked her to be more condescending to me.

Or maybe it's because she is his bride?

Puppy whimpers softly, distracting me from my thoughts, and I, shaking head, I hasten towards the meadows, followed by a night in mist hiding absolutely small settlement, which can be seen only because a small flashlight, illuminating the narrow streets, and in some places burning bulb in lonely houses .

Having overcome a few of them, immediately I find out familiar canopy and do to it, managing to avoid views few teenagers walking nearby.

At the same place where I found a month ago puppy with a broken paw, is still peacefully snuffling is large Sheepdog, next to which playfully was lying another puppy.

Without thinking twice, pulled out a dog from my autumn jacket and placed in his mother's abdominal, an animal's back. The puppy immediately feels native and heat, wrapped in wool muzzle happily wagging ponytail thin. Sheepdog, anxiously looking at me, puts a face to her puppy a couple of times and the baby, thus making it clear that he recognized.

Already with a light heart I'm coming back, I had fun thinking about how to tell my friend Jung Eun-Ah, of the happy return puppy mother, whom I at your own risk have sheltered in a room to be cured leg, but my joy does not last long.

 

— Oh, surely. It is our baby Young Hwa? - Far from unpleasant unfriendly voice rang in my ears, making me dumbfounded stop.

 

Quite a strange to see my school enemies so far away from the closed building. And as they came out on street? Constantly patrolling the corridors because, while the main output is closed. No wonder that the school is considered one of the most expensive private schools.

 

— Oh, it's true! - Picks up the most popular school boy named Baekhyun and waved his hand above his head attracting my attention.

 

I struggled pretend not to notice hateful trio, but they are moving quickly to my side, blocking the way to school. I stood with downcast eyes, afraid to see them, and feverishly thinking what to say, if they suddenly decide to drag me to the director right now. Can hear my heart beat fast furiously, treacherously prodding me to the edge of ruining hysteria.

 

— How is our lovely Young Hwa managed to slip away from school? And even so late! - penetrating asks Hanna, which, in general, I've never liked it. But like Baekhyun, showing considerable interest to me. Although, from the perspective of uninterested person, it is likely it was just fun to watch my reaction to his attacks. Still, he's the most popular guy in school, but I cannot confirm this, in contrast to other girls.

 

— Maybe you get lost? Or transcribe into lunatics? - Spitefully giggle, says the other, extremely unpleasant, in my opinion, the personality - Lim Ri - Hannah's best friend.

 

— You are so mundane thought - snorts Baekhyun and slightly leaned, looks me in to eye: — you got a boyfriend? - I flinch and awful red. Of course, I do not see how my face is a crimson, but distinctly feel how hot ears, as if one now starts to emit smoke.

 

— So, found ... - whispers student and throws his hand on my behind my back, deftly clutching an in hugs.

 

— No, - I yelled, pulling away sharply to one side. - Leave me alone!

 

— No? - Raising an eyebrow, asks Hanna. - If not, prove that you are not was walking with a guy!

 

— Yes, prove it! - As if annoying fly, reiterates her friend, I spitefully drilling small, narrow eyes.

 

I turned away with distaste face to hide the tears stealing up. For some reason I am an object of ridicule among the trio, and the remaining half a year of training promise to stretch infinitely long. How can I hide from them? How to protect against the attacks of those evil people?

 

— Here it is. - Hanna quickly shortens the distance between us and grabbing just above the elbow, pulling to a shallow pond that has been here as long as I can remember. She points a finger somewhere on the stone and short movement pushes me forward, poking palm into my back.

 

— What? - I can't understand, foolish squinting in the dark, barely visible through the haters face bitter tears.

 

— Kiss ‘that’ frog! - Loud giggle indicates Lim Ri and crosses his arms, ready to look at the plans show.

 

— What? - I ask again, looking at the frog, quietly situated on the covered with moss stone. And why is she sitting? Run, you fool! But she seems to be and is not going to move.

 

Baekhyun standing quietly aloof, as if about something thoughtful, and Hanna, laughing loudly, pushing her friend's shoulder.

 

— Come on, do not brake! If you kiss a frog, we will not tell the director that you've seen here! - said Lim Ri smiling Hanna and shooting eyes in Baekhyun.

 

I sighed heavily and swallow, heart, no longer pops out of chest, and just silently beats off tuned rhythms, sadly resigned to the fact that I have to do. I could have not listened to them, but is it in my power? This trio - children, richest parents from our school, while I - simple orphans who Godfather is still small, there passed as if thrown out of the house unnecessary kitten.

 

— Okay - suddenly pronounces I, quite confidently and deftly picks up a green frog with two fingers, tucking it on a palm. Bring to my eyes and for a while just consider getting used to the exterior of amphibians. Well anything, it is not just awful will happen if I kiss her, in the end; it's also a living creature! Once survive, and she, too, tolerate!

 

— Well? What are waiting for? - Menacingly pronounces Hanna, not hiding a contented smirk.

 

Without looking at her approaching a frog on my lips and, after a moment, barely touching her muzzle, feeling the wet surface skins. I think she scared and leaping from my palm, gurgles water.

 

 

Silence of the night, bursts girls laughing loud, and I look at them gloomily bent figures and thoughtful look Baekhyun, which, incidentally, does not share their fun.

***

The silence  penetrates into my room, and sigh relieved, throwing off shoes and jacket. Going down on the bed and lean back, looking at the white-white ceiling.

In my head and my heart is restless, because the memories of the taunts the trio did not want to leave out. And what if they to all talk about the fact that I kissed a frog? Suddenly at me everyone will scoff? However, this and this happens ... One day more, one less, there is no difference. I still do for everyone: weird complexes outcast loser.

 

— I want to tell you that I dislike this. - Smooth low voice penetrates my mind why I immediately jumping sharply in place and stared at arisen out of nowhere a tall guy.

 

He looks at me with a little frown, studying. Slightly elongated chin, beautiful blonde hair, neat lips, elongated nose ... everything in it is very attractive. How strange to feel like that, but it seems to me vaguely familiar.

 

— W-who are you? - A bit to stir up, I ask and I try not to move, not to shiver shook the body and did not give me the giblets.

 

— Yes, who am I to be - slightly smirks guy approaching me a couple of steps.

 

— Stop! Do not come near! - I yelled and then close mouth palm. Lacked yet to have found in my room guy.

 

— What are you afraid of? Itself is first climbed kissed me - he chuckles, shaking his shoulders slightly, but still remained in place.

 

— I not slipped up... - lost in emotion, hoarse reply and forcefully squeeze fingers under cloth sheets.

 

— Yes, of course, but I then not a frog - human , - he rolls his eyes and snorts, sits down on the edge my desk. Suddenly notices packaging chips and silently pulls her to his fingertips.

 

— What's that? Edible? - I lethargy nod and he is taken to absorb the chips one by one. I'm fascinated watching him

eating and trying to digest the last phrase thrown them. The frog? It that turns, I kissed a frog bewitched?

 

Some incompatible with the logic of nonsense ... Maybe I dreaming? I can because tomorrow wake up and realize that it was just a dream?

Most likely, it will be correct. And while I wander in the labyrinths of Morpheus, whether I should to get to know the one who kissed? Is in fact anyway my fantasy, and when I can still here the same good judgment in a dream?

 

— So, you're ‘that’ frog? - Ask him uncertainty, looking, beautiful appearance that guy.

 

— Yes, - he nods and throws another chips in his mouth. Then turns his head and adds: — But I do not understand, do not you could not refuse those guys?

 

— And you all hear and understood? - I flare up and discontentedly pout. — Why, then, do not jumped from my hand?

 

— I wanted to be human, - shaking his shoulders, he says.

 

— That is, to be human? Are not all frogs are transformed into of people after the kiss? - I asked uncomprehendingly, leaning slightly forward, the better to see the guy.

 

— No, not all. For example, our girls are not converted because the guy will never kiss a frog, and the girl's kiss on them has no effect, - casually he says, shaking his head.

 

— Oh, apparently, I was just lucky to kiss a frog-guy! - I sigh and cringed under his dissatisfied, heavy look.

 

— I am, by the way, I will help you, as long as I am in this guise.

 

— Really? And how? - I asked sarcastically, already forgetting that it was "just a dream."

 

— I hear good and well I see ... also I can distinguish the human aura, - pronounces guy, looking thoughtfully at me, why on the back run awkward chills.

 

Yes, that me, in the bedroom, alone with a guy was ... In the 'it' even Jung Eun-Ah would not have believed! Although I still keep hoping it's my imagination.

 

— And how to me helps your vision aura? - Negligently ask looks away.

 

— A lot! You want to know who is your friend and who is foe?

 

— As though I so does not know - I replied faintly, looking at the floor and hang out down.

 

— In any case, until the next full moon we have to somehow find common ground - suddenly he smiled, and I like a nail nailed freezes in place. - What's your name?

 

— Lee Young Hwa ... And you?

 

— Hmm ... well, your same favorite name like Oh Sehun? - raising an eyebrow, he asks.

 

— Y-yes ... - hesitantly replied surprised where he generally knows it.

 

— So, I'll Sehun! By the way, you have a bit of a strange taste in guys ... - he holds out, turning to face the mirror and touching fingertips up to his chin.

 

— Why? - I do not understand, looking at his reflection.

 

— Well, frogs like me choose the perfect appearance for the one who kissed her. So: I never thought that I would have such narrow eyes, thin lips and chin strange ... - still thoughtfully, he developed the idea, while continuing to touch his face.

 

 

I finally understand why he appears familiar to me ... He - my chosen an ideal guy, and he looks beautiful for my subconscious. What is interesting, however, this dreams ... I do not want to wake up.