fanfiction: the I WANT TO BE MINHWAN'S GF malaysian concert contest that i didn't win... T____T
WELL... THIS IS IT. WHEN I FINISHED, I WAS PLEASED. BUT WHEN I READ THE ENDING AGAIN LATER, I THOUGHT IT WAS SUPER CLICHE N CHEESY. XD
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마중. (meeting.)
Taking all my stuff as much as I could with my arms, I darted to the front door of my internship office. Whoops, almost forgot. “Thanks! See you tomorrow,” I looked back to the lady in the front desk in Korean. “Be careful with your step, you have a lot of things there,” she warned me. I smiled before stepping out to the buzzing street somewhere in Kangnam-gu district. The autumn wind of Seoul breezed through the streets, where leaves rustled gently and followed the flow of the wind, brought me thinking of what a beautifully romantic scene this would be.
“Oh dang it!”
I glanced at my wrist, only to find my watch ticking 5 minutes to 3pm. So much for daydreaming. Faces of strangers passed me by as I quickly paced through the crowd going the opposite way. My beach bag, backpack, and arms was full of clothes and random make-up that has to be in the shooting set by three, which is only a few minutes away. The bus stop was not that far off, as I could see that the end of the street, a meeting between two buildings. My eyes were so focused to reach that - very far - bus stop spot, while hoping not to bump to anyone with this pile of mess I’m bringing. Main goal for this second - do not fool myself in front of strangers in just a week spent here in Seoul. Not knowing anyone except for people who I worked with - I had no one to cling on - if I trip.
Luckily, I managed to pass the horde with success. The tenseness in my body loosen as I headed my way to the bus stop, and swiftly managed to glimpse my watch again with all the garments in my hand while walking hastily. But what luck. A sudden force from my front knocked me over.
집착. (cling.)
My arms flinged out to get a grip, and all the clothes was scattered everywhere, both from my hands and my bag. Oh my gosh, what should I do what should I do, what should I do?! Please anyone do not step on these, I prayed in my head. “I’m SO SO SORRY!” I managed to stutter in Korean. The guy underneath me wore a cap (I couldn’t see his face) trying to stand up. Underneath. OHMY. I quickly pushed myself up and rolled over from the guy I hit (or he knocked me first).
Then, a hand came to my vision. I gazed up and took his hand. It was a brief moment but I thought of something else. I wish I could shed more kilos, yikes, I feel so bad he’s pulling me up.
I went up on my feet and bowed down. “I’m VERY SORRY! So sorry! Thank you!” I apologized then speedily picked up everything that was scattered. What an embarrassing moment. Why did I even think something negative?! I blamed myself.
“Here, let me help. You okay?” The guy in the cap asked. I looked back. He was picking up my stuff from the street and dusts it off. Oh my, the clothes are dirty! I realize all of a sudden. I quickly dusted off the clothes I picked up before stuffing it to my bag. “Yeah, thank you very much for your help and I’m so sorry,” I said with another bow. “Okay. Here,” he gave the bundle of make-up bottles to me (thank god it was plastic).I grabbed it and dropped everything to my bag. Several bottles fell off. Grrr… I wanted to squeeze the bottles telling how stubborn they are. I hastily grabbed those bottles when my hands met his hand while he tried to take those bottles as well. “Akh, sumimasen,” I stammered in Japanese, meant excuse me. This always happens when my body was tense. All languages I could speak could go all over. Stupid stupid me. Pabo.
As soon as everything else was in my bag, we both stood up and I bowed down once again saying my deepest gratitude (as a person who ‘accompanied’ me in my most embarrassing moment ever. In my head that is) and ran to catch the bus, just in time when the door was about to close.
In the bus stop.
Something caught his eye on the ground. When he picked it up, a black leather agenda and a name tag fell between the agenda. “Hey miss -“ he started but abruptly stop, knowing it was useless. The girl was gone into the bus.
He read the tag. Ra-i-sa. He flipped through the front of the agenda and found no address but a telephone number. Just what he needed to ask his manager to do.
한사람만 (just one person.)
Arriving at the set late by a few minutes, since the set wasn’t far off, again I made a shower of apologies to the crews who handled the dressing. “It’s alright, they’re taking a break. No worries. You look exhausted, here sit,” said a crew, ushering me a seat. I bowed down with appreciation. “Thank you very much.” I meant every word. It doesn’t matter my spine would hurt today - I guess I was still blessed by super-sweet-extra-sugar-nice people. But I couldn’t just sit down here for the rest of the afternoon. I searched my bag for my planner, checking my to-do list. But when I reached the pocket where I’ve put my planner, I couldn’t find it. Oh no. It couldn’t be… I dumped all my things from my bag to the nearest table, and couldn’t find what I want. All my cards, information needed whilst staying here - I looked down - my name tag, was in it. “OH NO!” I hollered in panic. My precious planner was in the street, where anyone can pick up or throw it away.
Oh Lord please help me! Please, my life is in there! I do not know anything here! Please let it be with that person. There was just one person I could think of. The guy with the cap…
In the guy with the cap’s agency, waiting for his members to come.
Something made him stop giving the black book to his manager. He looked inside the agenda out of boredom, and found many funny scribbles of awkward Korean, Japanese, English, and a language he did not know. To his surprise, he found himself looking at himself in a few pages of this book, mainly, the inner cover. It was unexpected, the feelings between saved from a fan, or meeting someone interesting. Underneath his image, was writing full of hearts.
민환 사랑해. -mrs.juju<3 [Minhwan saranghae.]
행복합니다 (my happiness fulfilled.)
Again, thanking God that I had good memory, I memorized my office’s number, and the lady in the front office picked up. I told her that I’ve lost most of my important data and things. She told me that she would inform me if someone dropped my planner, but I told her that I haven’t written the address of the office. I asked her help to recreate my name tag and give me a new planner if I don’t have it by tomorrow. “Um, do I have any work after this, then?” I asked slowly. So much fro being a recommended internee. Shame one me. So much for today.
“No, you’re free for the day. The last was cancelled because it has been cleared. Told you to watch your step,” the lady replied after a while. My face grimaced hearing that. “I knooowww,” I wailed. “So much bad luck. I was in a hurry, remember… sobs. Thanks a lot, though.” We then said goodbye.
Going back to my small flat, I slumped myself to the chair in the balcony. The same chilly breeze came over. No more dreams again, I rolled my eyes. No romantic piggyback dreaming, too much watching dramas. The stars twinkled in the vast sky. The crescent moon glowed above me, and as if it was asking me to hang a wish. I went back to my old dream to meet my dream hubby (hardcore fangirlism) if I ever work or study in Korea. But, it was one in a million billion trillion chance since he’s just everyone’s so-called boyfriends and husbands as well, being in the showbiz world.
An hour later, while I enjoyed tukkogi and tuned on the TV, a ring filled the room. I picked up the phone beside me, eyes still glued to the TV. “Uh, hello, is this ra-i-sa?” A guy’s voice said my name with awkwardness. “Yes, this is she,” I replied while chewing. “Ah, um, this, I have your agenda,” he informed. A few seconds later, it hit me. It’s the guy! I’m blessed, AGAIN! “Oh, really?! By the way, are you the guy who helped me this afternoon?” I exclaimed in hasty Korean, and stood up. This voice sounded familiar, but I still couldn’t place. As if I do know this stranger. “Thank you SO MUCH FOR HELPING ME, AGAIN! You saved my life, twice. Well, um, when can I get it? Are you free tonight? Do you want to meet in the same place? Or anywhere near you,” I didn’t care I would have to go all the way back to the office or end of Seoul. I found my planner was humming in my head.
“Yes, I do. Well, can I - no, meet up in a café instead? Where do you live?” he asks.
“Sure, sure, no problem. Never mind about me - please choose a shop near your location. I don’t want to be a burden,” I suggested. He must have thought for a moment before asking me to go to a coffee shop in a hotel; described that the one with the tower. I remembered My Girl. “Alright then! I’ll see you soon, thanks so much for your time, sorry and thank you!” I said with a bow before closing the phone and get ready to hop into a bus that leads me to the hotel, even though he couldn’t see me. A note of sincerity is all a good person needed at the end of this line.
Minhwan then closed the phone, heave a sigh, and stood up before taking his scarf and the agenda. It was something he’d never done before - at least, to an unfamiliar person. The girl he had head over heels that afternoon now was in his feelings. The feelings swept throughout his body, making him warm. He never believed in love at first sight, but this, he didn’t even know how to explain it. It has been quite a while since he had this feeling.
The girl was a fan of his, and surely she had the fan kind of love, but his presence something far more than just a admirer kind of love. Maybe she is a person he was looking for. His real primadonna.
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마중. (meeting.)
Taking all my stuff as much as I could with my arms, I darted to the front door of my internship office. Whoops, almost forgot. “Thanks! See you tomorrow,” I looked back to the lady in the front desk in Korean. “Be careful with your step, you have a lot of things there,” she warned me. I smiled before stepping out to the buzzing street somewhere in Kangnam-gu district. The autumn wind of Seoul breezed through the streets, where leaves rustled gently and followed the flow of the wind, brought me thinking of what a beautifully romantic scene this would be.
“Oh dang it!”
I glanced at my wrist, only to find my watch ticking 5 minutes to 3pm. So much for daydreaming. Faces of strangers passed me by as I quickly paced through the crowd going the opposite way. My beach bag, backpack, and arms was full of clothes and random make-up that has to be in the shooting set by three, which is only a few minutes away. The bus stop was not that far off, as I could see that the end of the street, a meeting between two buildings. My eyes were so focused to reach that - very far - bus stop spot, while hoping not to bump to anyone with this pile of mess I’m bringing. Main goal for this second - do not fool myself in front of strangers in just a week spent here in Seoul. Not knowing anyone except for people who I worked with - I had no one to cling on - if I trip.
Luckily, I managed to pass the horde with success. The tenseness in my body loosen as I headed my way to the bus stop, and swiftly managed to glimpse my watch again with all the garments in my hand while walking hastily. But what luck. A sudden force from my front knocked me over.
집착. (cling.)
My arms flinged out to get a grip, and all the clothes was scattered everywhere, both from my hands and my bag. Oh my gosh, what should I do what should I do, what should I do?! Please anyone do not step on these, I prayed in my head. “I’m SO SO SORRY!” I managed to stutter in Korean. The guy underneath me wore a cap (I couldn’t see his face) trying to stand up. Underneath. OHMY. I quickly pushed myself up and rolled over from the guy I hit (or he knocked me first).
Then, a hand came to my vision. I gazed up and took his hand. It was a brief moment but I thought of something else. I wish I could shed more kilos, yikes, I feel so bad he’s pulling me up.
I went up on my feet and bowed down. “I’m VERY SORRY! So sorry! Thank you!” I apologized then speedily picked up everything that was scattered. What an embarrassing moment. Why did I even think something negative?! I blamed myself.
“Here, let me help. You okay?” The guy in the cap asked. I looked back. He was picking up my stuff from the street and dusts it off. Oh my, the clothes are dirty! I realize all of a sudden. I quickly dusted off the clothes I picked up before stuffing it to my bag. “Yeah, thank you very much for your help and I’m so sorry,” I said with another bow. “Okay. Here,” he gave the bundle of make-up bottles to me (thank god it was plastic).I grabbed it and dropped everything to my bag. Several bottles fell off. Grrr… I wanted to squeeze the bottles telling how stubborn they are. I hastily grabbed those bottles when my hands met his hand while he tried to take those bottles as well. “Akh, sumimasen,” I stammered in Japanese, meant excuse me. This always happens when my body was tense. All languages I could speak could go all over. Stupid stupid me. Pabo.
As soon as everything else was in my bag, we both stood up and I bowed down once again saying my deepest gratitude (as a person who ‘accompanied’ me in my most embarrassing moment ever. In my head that is) and ran to catch the bus, just in time when the door was about to close.
In the bus stop.
Something caught his eye on the ground. When he picked it up, a black leather agenda and a name tag fell between the agenda. “Hey miss -“ he started but abruptly stop, knowing it was useless. The girl was gone into the bus.
He read the tag. Ra-i-sa. He flipped through the front of the agenda and found no address but a telephone number. Just what he needed to ask his manager to do.
한사람만 (just one person.)
Arriving at the set late by a few minutes, since the set wasn’t far off, again I made a shower of apologies to the crews who handled the dressing. “It’s alright, they’re taking a break. No worries. You look exhausted, here sit,” said a crew, ushering me a seat. I bowed down with appreciation. “Thank you very much.” I meant every word. It doesn’t matter my spine would hurt today - I guess I was still blessed by super-sweet-extra-sugar-nice people. But I couldn’t just sit down here for the rest of the afternoon. I searched my bag for my planner, checking my to-do list. But when I reached the pocket where I’ve put my planner, I couldn’t find it. Oh no. It couldn’t be… I dumped all my things from my bag to the nearest table, and couldn’t find what I want. All my cards, information needed whilst staying here - I looked down - my name tag, was in it. “OH NO!” I hollered in panic. My precious planner was in the street, where anyone can pick up or throw it away.
Oh Lord please help me! Please, my life is in there! I do not know anything here! Please let it be with that person. There was just one person I could think of. The guy with the cap…
In the guy with the cap’s agency, waiting for his members to come.
Something made him stop giving the black book to his manager. He looked inside the agenda out of boredom, and found many funny scribbles of awkward Korean, Japanese, English, and a language he did not know. To his surprise, he found himself looking at himself in a few pages of this book, mainly, the inner cover. It was unexpected, the feelings between saved from a fan, or meeting someone interesting. Underneath his image, was writing full of hearts.
민환 사랑해. -mrs.juju<3 [Minhwan saranghae.]
행복합니다 (my happiness fulfilled.)
Again, thanking God that I had good memory, I memorized my office’s number, and the lady in the front office picked up. I told her that I’ve lost most of my important data and things. She told me that she would inform me if someone dropped my planner, but I told her that I haven’t written the address of the office. I asked her help to recreate my name tag and give me a new planner if I don’t have it by tomorrow. “Um, do I have any work after this, then?” I asked slowly. So much fro being a recommended internee. Shame one me. So much for today.
“No, you’re free for the day. The last was cancelled because it has been cleared. Told you to watch your step,” the lady replied after a while. My face grimaced hearing that. “I knooowww,” I wailed. “So much bad luck. I was in a hurry, remember… sobs. Thanks a lot, though.” We then said goodbye.
Going back to my small flat, I slumped myself to the chair in the balcony. The same chilly breeze came over. No more dreams again, I rolled my eyes. No romantic piggyback dreaming, too much watching dramas. The stars twinkled in the vast sky. The crescent moon glowed above me, and as if it was asking me to hang a wish. I went back to my old dream to meet my dream hubby (hardcore fangirlism) if I ever work or study in Korea. But, it was one in a million billion trillion chance since he’s just everyone’s so-called boyfriends and husbands as well, being in the showbiz world.
An hour later, while I enjoyed tukkogi and tuned on the TV, a ring filled the room. I picked up the phone beside me, eyes still glued to the TV. “Uh, hello, is this ra-i-sa?” A guy’s voice said my name with awkwardness. “Yes, this is she,” I replied while chewing. “Ah, um, this, I have your agenda,” he informed. A few seconds later, it hit me. It’s the guy! I’m blessed, AGAIN! “Oh, really?! By the way, are you the guy who helped me this afternoon?” I exclaimed in hasty Korean, and stood up. This voice sounded familiar, but I still couldn’t place. As if I do know this stranger. “Thank you SO MUCH FOR HELPING ME, AGAIN! You saved my life, twice. Well, um, when can I get it? Are you free tonight? Do you want to meet in the same place? Or anywhere near you,” I didn’t care I would have to go all the way back to the office or end of Seoul. I found my planner was humming in my head.
“Yes, I do. Well, can I - no, meet up in a café instead? Where do you live?” he asks.
“Sure, sure, no problem. Never mind about me - please choose a shop near your location. I don’t want to be a burden,” I suggested. He must have thought for a moment before asking me to go to a coffee shop in a hotel; described that the one with the tower. I remembered My Girl. “Alright then! I’ll see you soon, thanks so much for your time, sorry and thank you!” I said with a bow before closing the phone and get ready to hop into a bus that leads me to the hotel, even though he couldn’t see me. A note of sincerity is all a good person needed at the end of this line.
Minhwan then closed the phone, heave a sigh, and stood up before taking his scarf and the agenda. It was something he’d never done before - at least, to an unfamiliar person. The girl he had head over heels that afternoon now was in his feelings. The feelings swept throughout his body, making him warm. He never believed in love at first sight, but this, he didn’t even know how to explain it. It has been quite a while since he had this feeling.
The girl was a fan of his, and surely she had the fan kind of love, but his presence something far more than just a admirer kind of love. Maybe she is a person he was looking for. His real primadonna.
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