/A Perfect Day for A Love Declaration/ Mini:Ep Four
a perfect day for a love declaration
mini/ep ★ yuri
When I met Changmin, I wasn't sure if he was for real. His iciness and calm personality towards everything looked to me as if he didn't have a heart nor did he want one. He was a man perfectly content in his own solitude, despite how intelligent and attractive he was to the world. He would talk to me curtly and ignore me -- and that almost never ever happens. I liked that. I have never met anyone like him before so I guess I also saw him as a project. Like a toy, to say a little cruelly. I wanted to see him break.
So when my father announced one night at dinner that I would be marrying the son of his biggest shareholder, Shim Enterprises, I was relieved to find out that it would be Changmin. I didn't feel anything for him, at the time, but he was so cold that it was fascinating. Yunho-oppa was never like that. He always had a smile on his face for me. Changmin never did.
I didn't expect to see another side of Changmin once we stepped on Korean land. I had tried for months to get him to open up to me but he always kept me far away and treated me as a little sister. I didn't mind of course, but it annoyed me just a bit as well. So to see him shook up by our arrival in Seoul was interesting. He had begun to crack -- and the Changmin I knew in Japan became a distant memory...
Then I met the girl whose name he whispered so silently one night, and the Changmin in Korea had begun to look even more appealing.
I befriended her, and was surprised to realize I liked this girl as well. Yoona was vibrant, beautiful and kind. I could definitely see why Changmin loved her but couldn't understand how two people so in love could hurt each other. In that instance, I wanted to start a new project. I wanted to set things right.
But I didn't expect to fall in love in the process.
Watching him look her, think of her -- watching him love her silently, even after he had decided for himself to give her up, struck something inside me that I had kept well under my control before. The twinge wasn't much at first, but gradually it had started to cut deeper and -- there it was. I was in love all over again. Only, it wasn't in my favor. Just as I expected it wouldn't be, considering it was Shim Changmin.
"Changmin-oppa?"
I found him putting away some of his things in boxes. Books, cds, even clothes. I eyed everything suspiciously and looked up again at him. "Oppa, what are you doing?"
"I'm cleaning. What does it look like I'm doing?"
"I know that. But you could have just asked someone to do this for you. We have a schedule today..."
He looked at me like he did when I met him in a library in Japan. It was a look of annoyance mixed with rough indifference to what I said, and a soft pain throbbed in my heart. I held my breath.
"Just wait a while. I'll be done soon."
"Oppa. What are you really doing?" I pushed. It was a mistake to ask but I really wanted to know.
Instead of glaring at me, he laughed and shook his head. "You know, Yeonhee asked me the same question when she and Kibum came by the other day and I was doing the same thing."
"Why didn't you finish if you had already started this the other day?"
He shrugged and didn't answer. Then he went back to what he was doing. I took a step closer and peered at the items in the box. There were Philosophy books, tattered CD cases and pictures in frames. I took one of those pictures out and looked at it. Immediately I wish I hadn't.
"You'll always love her... won't you?" I said, more to myself than anything but I guess he heard it because Changmin stopped what he was doing and turned to me. I looked at him, embarrassed of myself as I fiddled with the frame of the photograph I pulled up. I showed it to him and smiled (I tried to anyway) sheepishly. "I meant this."
Changmin looked at the photograph and didn't say anything. Instead, he put down whatever it was he was holding and dusted himself off. Then he grabbed his jacket and keys and pulled the photograph out of my hands and placed it back into the box. His eyes bore into mine as I looked up at him, my heart beating steadily. I breathed.
"We'll be late at the luncheon with our parents. Let's go," he said and patted me gently on the head. Just as he turned away, I saw a glimpse of it -- the one thing I knew he won't ever put away. My heart felt like falling from under me.
I turned back and picked up the frame again, pulling out the photo from inside it and studied it once again.
Yoona was smiling, facing forward at the camera with Yeonhee and Kibum as Changmin was looking at somewhere else with a small hint of a laugh on his face. They were sitting close to one another that it made me think it was an ordinary picture between friends...
"Yuri? Let's go." Changmin called and I snapped out of my reverie. Slowly, I traced the outline of the photograph and smiled weakly to myself. I breathed deeply and put a smile on my face.
"Coming, oppa!" I said, grabbing his arm as he sighed exasperated by my bubbly response. He wouldn't know of course, what was inside of my mind -- my heart. But I wanted to hold on, for as long as I could (should). I had said I would help him -- but things were different now...
Under my coat, inside a pocket -- that picture lay hidden. I don't know why I took it... They were friends once after all: Yoona and Changmin. And it was just an ordinary picture between friends... except it was not.
Partially hidden behind smiles and overlapping bodies, it was clear to see. Besides, people don't hold on to something they don't care about.
And in that image, there was only one person he (and she) held on to.
You don't hold on to someone you don't love.
Changmin held on (that ring was proof)--
... and I held on to him.
Only one last person's POV to post before Chapter 12 ♥
mini/ep ★ yuri
When I met Changmin, I wasn't sure if he was for real. His iciness and calm personality towards everything looked to me as if he didn't have a heart nor did he want one. He was a man perfectly content in his own solitude, despite how intelligent and attractive he was to the world. He would talk to me curtly and ignore me -- and that almost never ever happens. I liked that. I have never met anyone like him before so I guess I also saw him as a project. Like a toy, to say a little cruelly. I wanted to see him break.
So when my father announced one night at dinner that I would be marrying the son of his biggest shareholder, Shim Enterprises, I was relieved to find out that it would be Changmin. I didn't feel anything for him, at the time, but he was so cold that it was fascinating. Yunho-oppa was never like that. He always had a smile on his face for me. Changmin never did.
I didn't expect to see another side of Changmin once we stepped on Korean land. I had tried for months to get him to open up to me but he always kept me far away and treated me as a little sister. I didn't mind of course, but it annoyed me just a bit as well. So to see him shook up by our arrival in Seoul was interesting. He had begun to crack -- and the Changmin I knew in Japan became a distant memory...
Then I met the girl whose name he whispered so silently one night, and the Changmin in Korea had begun to look even more appealing.
I befriended her, and was surprised to realize I liked this girl as well. Yoona was vibrant, beautiful and kind. I could definitely see why Changmin loved her but couldn't understand how two people so in love could hurt each other. In that instance, I wanted to start a new project. I wanted to set things right.
But I didn't expect to fall in love in the process.
Watching him look her, think of her -- watching him love her silently, even after he had decided for himself to give her up, struck something inside me that I had kept well under my control before. The twinge wasn't much at first, but gradually it had started to cut deeper and -- there it was. I was in love all over again. Only, it wasn't in my favor. Just as I expected it wouldn't be, considering it was Shim Changmin.
"Changmin-oppa?"
I found him putting away some of his things in boxes. Books, cds, even clothes. I eyed everything suspiciously and looked up again at him. "Oppa, what are you doing?"
"I'm cleaning. What does it look like I'm doing?"
"I know that. But you could have just asked someone to do this for you. We have a schedule today..."
He looked at me like he did when I met him in a library in Japan. It was a look of annoyance mixed with rough indifference to what I said, and a soft pain throbbed in my heart. I held my breath.
"Just wait a while. I'll be done soon."
"Oppa. What are you really doing?" I pushed. It was a mistake to ask but I really wanted to know.
Instead of glaring at me, he laughed and shook his head. "You know, Yeonhee asked me the same question when she and Kibum came by the other day and I was doing the same thing."
"Why didn't you finish if you had already started this the other day?"
He shrugged and didn't answer. Then he went back to what he was doing. I took a step closer and peered at the items in the box. There were Philosophy books, tattered CD cases and pictures in frames. I took one of those pictures out and looked at it. Immediately I wish I hadn't.
"You'll always love her... won't you?" I said, more to myself than anything but I guess he heard it because Changmin stopped what he was doing and turned to me. I looked at him, embarrassed of myself as I fiddled with the frame of the photograph I pulled up. I showed it to him and smiled (I tried to anyway) sheepishly. "I meant this."
Changmin looked at the photograph and didn't say anything. Instead, he put down whatever it was he was holding and dusted himself off. Then he grabbed his jacket and keys and pulled the photograph out of my hands and placed it back into the box. His eyes bore into mine as I looked up at him, my heart beating steadily. I breathed.
"We'll be late at the luncheon with our parents. Let's go," he said and patted me gently on the head. Just as he turned away, I saw a glimpse of it -- the one thing I knew he won't ever put away. My heart felt like falling from under me.
I turned back and picked up the frame again, pulling out the photo from inside it and studied it once again.
Yoona was smiling, facing forward at the camera with Yeonhee and Kibum as Changmin was looking at somewhere else with a small hint of a laugh on his face. They were sitting close to one another that it made me think it was an ordinary picture between friends...
"Yuri? Let's go." Changmin called and I snapped out of my reverie. Slowly, I traced the outline of the photograph and smiled weakly to myself. I breathed deeply and put a smile on my face.
"Coming, oppa!" I said, grabbing his arm as he sighed exasperated by my bubbly response. He wouldn't know of course, what was inside of my mind -- my heart. But I wanted to hold on, for as long as I could (should). I had said I would help him -- but things were different now...
Under my coat, inside a pocket -- that picture lay hidden. I don't know why I took it... They were friends once after all: Yoona and Changmin. And it was just an ordinary picture between friends... except it was not.
Partially hidden behind smiles and overlapping bodies, it was clear to see. Besides, people don't hold on to something they don't care about.
And in that image, there was only one person he (and she) held on to.
You don't hold on to someone you don't love.
Changmin held on (that ring was proof)--
... and I held on to him.
Only one last person's POV to post before Chapter 12 ♥