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[CONTENTID2]ivoryy 5th July 2015 [/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3]TO ME YOU ARE PERFECT[/CONTENTID3]

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[CONTENTID5]was autumn again. in the warm morning breeze, Song Jihyo smiled as she stretched her arms wide, as though embracing the beauty of nature. Jumping up and down in glee, she swirled around in the garden, with her half-long silky jet-brown hair dancing behind her. By anyone’s standards, she was beautiful. Her cherry lips often gave way to smiles and laughter and her eyes a beautiful shade of brown.

She let the wind sting her cheeks as she ran around the garden, shrieking in joy, when she skidded on the fallen leaves only to find herself resting on the strong grasp of a hand. Opening her eyes, her heart momentarily stopped beating as she came face to face with a nerdy geek boy with dirt all over his face and his white torn t-shirt. He grinned, revealing a row of bright white teeth, and then opened his mouth, sending out a weave of nasty stench which smelled like he had eaten thousands of rotten apples. Jihyo widened her eyes in horror, shocking the boy as he lost grip of her and she fell on the floor.

miserably, she got up slowly from her supine position and grunted, flinging expletives at the bewildered boy. But he only looked down without a word. “Are you mute!? Can’t you even say sorry!?” Jihyo cried out in frustration and stomped off. The boy sighed and shook his head, picking up his broom to continue sweeping the fallen leaves.

The next day, Jihyo sat under a tree in the same garden, burying her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly, she felt her nose twitch as an unbearable stench gushed into her nostrils and she looked up, only to see a white handkerchief.

“You again” she folded her arms, obviously annoyed. The dirty boy lifted his right hand to the side of his forehead, an indication that he was sorry. He then pointed to the handkerchief, motioning her to wipe her tears. “A-Are you really… mute?” Jihyo stammered, afraid to know the answer. Instead, the boy smiled, and distorted his face using his hands so he looked hilariously frightful. 

Jihyo laughed, and he whipped out a piece of paper from his back pocket and started scribbling.

Boy: My name is Kim Taehyung. But you can call me V. And yes, I'm mute. :)

Like this, a few hours passed.

“If only my boyfriend was as understanding as you, V…” She mused sadly and continued, “But it doesn’t matter anymore.” And they sat in silence in the middle of the garden where brown leaves scattered, and where a beautiful friendship was already blossoming.

Day after day, Jihyo would look for V in the garden, where he would be sweeping the leaves. They enjoyed each other’s company immensely, even if it meant communicating through scraps of paper. Many a time, Jihyo did the talking and V, the listening, always ready with a handkerchief to chase away her sorrows. Whenever Jihyo was feeling down, V would bring her to the fields in the outskirts of the city where sunflowers bloomed its prettiest and hatred never existed. He would urge her to tell her unhappiness to a tree and then carve a tiny happy face at that portion of the trunk. Months soon passed, and this humble tree was soon filled with many happy faces. This was their paradise.

Unfortunately, their love was soon put to the test. It was past midnight. Jihyo was returning home from work and had taken the short cut through a deserted alley when two well build boys with piercing and tatoos all over their bodies appeared before he