Fan Fiction |
by Aromatherapy [aka peachy]
"Live a little," he said.
The two swirl on the dance floor together. They flow like two doves meant to be. "You're pretty good at dancing," Dong Wook complimented.
"I've taken a couple class few years back," Angel explained. "Never liked it but I guess it's okay. You're pretty good also."
"My mom had forced me to learn when I was younger," Dong Wook answered. "Like you, I never liked it also."
Angel smile. 'Is this happening to me?' Angel thought. She was moving on, she was...falling in love? Angel hadn't notice it until now. Is she in love with Dong Wook? His gentle smile, his sparkle eyes, his perfect personality was something she was looking for in a man.
Was he the one? Angel didn't know. But he had melted down her icy wall of hatred. Then Dong Wook bend Angel down and Angel bend backward. "Is something wrong?" he asked her quietly.
"Oh! No, why?" Angel asked. She held tightly onto Dong Wook in fear of falling.
"You seem quiet."
"Is it a problem to you?"
"Well, you mostly have a saucy mouth. But after our date, you sure got shy and quiet. And you seem to be blushing more often now." Dong Wook pulled Angel back up but just then did Angel blushed and Dong Wook laughed. He lightly pushed his forehead against Angel's and the two stared into each other's eyes.
Angel was immediately caught into the stare. Dong Wook's eyes was intense, dark, and mysterious. But it seem to tell her everything.
Quickly, Angel looked away and Dong Wook backed away a bit. The two stopped dancing. "Um...," Angel said. Dong Wook stared at the ground, but he shyly stole a peek at her. "I'm gonna get a drink," Angel said and walked off. She got to the punch bowl and got a cup. Angel took the dipper and began to put some drink into her cup.
"Angel!" a voice cried.
Angel turned to find Kimmi. "Hey Kimmi," she said.
"Are you enjoying the night?" Kimmi asked, walking over to her.
"It's a grand," Angel said. "Have you dance with anyone yet?"
"Yeah, a guy name SungYoung," Kimmi answered. "So, what was it like dancing with Dong Wook?" Kimmi reached over to get herself a drink.
Angel took a sip of her punch. "Um..," she said. "He's pretty good, actually."
"Oh? And did you guys dance closely?"
"Well..." Angel stared at her cup as her finger lightly drummed it.
Kimmi stared at her friend, confuse. "Angel?" she said.
"We did," Angel said.
"Angel, is something wrong?" Kimmi asked.
Angel stared at her friend. She set her cup and took Kimmi's cup and put both on the table. Taking Kimmi's hand, she pulled Kimmi away to a corner, afar from the other. Kimmi's face was perplexed.
"Angel...is something wrong?" she repeated.
Angel sighed. "Kimmi, I don't know but I'm blushing everytime I'm around Dong Wook now. It's as if I'm falling for him."
"Maybe you are," Kimmi answered. "You don't just blush easily."
"I know...," Angel admitted. "But...now, when I see him, I have butterflies in my stomach."
Kimmi smile. "You're just going through a crush right now, Angel," she said. "Don't worry. If he feels the same for you, it'll be known as love. Have you ever been in love?" Angel shrugged. "Well, don't be so upset over it. Every girl go through crushes in their lifetime. I admit, I've been through more then ten."
"Okay. God! I cuold never live without you!" Angel said and Kimmi smile.
"What are friends for?" Then Dong Wook walked over.
"Are you guys talking about me because my ears was reddening," he teased.
Kimmi smile. "No. I gotta go." She walked away and Angel stood there. Her stomach was doing flip-flops. Dong Wook walked closer.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"No...," Angel said.
"Then let's dance again."
"Um...sure..." The two walked to the middle of the floor and dance. They dance the night away. Angel stared at Dong Wook as she did. 'If this is love, then I don't want to ever let go of it..,' she thought.
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[[POEM OF THE DAY]]
...Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can`t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can`t see.
I say,
It`s the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I`m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
-Maya Angelou
Be happy you are a woman from this poem! Hehe, I am not yet a woman so I'll say, "Be happy you are a girl!"