| Fan Fiction |
by etoile
“Oh my goodness, are you alright? I’m so sorry! Sorry, I really didn’t mean to walk into you like that! Should I walk you to the sick bay? That scratch on your arm doesn’t look too nice.” I looked up and met the eyes of the person who had walked into me. He was tall and fair, with round dark eyes and a face that currently bore an expression of genuine concern.
I shook my head and insisted that I was fine. In fact, only then did I realise that there was a long, angry-looking scratch running the length of my left arm. “I’m OK, really. Shouldn’t you be getting along to where you need to go?”
His eyes widened as reality finally hit home. Picking up speed again, he bowed and issued another stream of hurried apologies before running off.
“By the way, my name is Junsu! I’m sure we’ll meet again!”
I picked up my book and wandered off with a smile. Junsu, what a pretty name for a boy. I had a funny feeling we would, and just because life has a way of working out, we did.
The next time we met was by chance, in the street. It was a quiet spring Sunday morning, when the cherry blossoms were in bloom. I got up early and walked along the river near my house, enjoying the warm sunshine and marveling at the beauty of spring. I sat myself down on a bench and watched the gurgling river flow towards the sea, thinking poetic thoughts. I must have been in a world of my own because it took a while for me to notice that someone was sitting next to me.
“I was wondering how long it would take for you to notice I was sitting here.” His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled that warm, genuine smile. It made me want to smile too.
“Oh, Junsu, it’s you. I must have been too-“
“Engrossed? I’ve noticed that you tend to do that a lot.” His tone was gentle and playful, and I knew that he was just jesting. “By the way, I never got your name, that day after I walked right into you.”
“My name is Hoshiko. My dad is Japanese and my mom is Korean. That explains the name.” Being half-Japanese in a Korean school had always made me feel a bit like a square peg in a round hole, and I was never sure how to broach the subject with new people.
He smiled that infectious smile again, placed a pink cherry blossom that had floated to the ground in the palm of his hand and proffered it to me. “Well, Hoshiko, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”
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A/N: Thank you for the encouragement! It really made my day when I got home from school and switched on the computer. I'll do well!