Apple and Cinnamon: Prologue
Title: Apple and Cinnamon: Prologue
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama/Occasional Crack/Action? >.<
Character/Pairings: JunhoxOC (may change along the way/other pairings will be revealed later)
A/N: This is actually a rewritten version of one of my fics. Originally posted in wild2day and 2oneday as Why It Often Rains in the Movies, it had a darker, heavier tone to it until I decided that it would be better for the story and for the readers if I were to tell it chronologically. So basically, I've got the plot marked out, the only problem left now is how I should tell it. It's was also based on a true story but my imagination runs wild now and then so it has become what it is now: a slightly exciting retelling of a reality that once was.
The main pairing is JunhoxOC. Some characters aren't that developed yet in the first parts but not to worry, I'll try my best to make them grow into somewhat awesome characters.
My writing is rusty and dusty so forgive me in advance if there are holes and errors. That being said, shall we begin?
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00. PROLOGUE
~So I guess it’s what you get for being hopelessly romantic - an unromantic life of martyrdom.
~~
Min Ki's POV
“It’s okay if you don’t win tomorrow.”
“What do you mean? There’s no reason for me not to.” I sigh and take the frappuccino from his hand taking a quick sip.
“I know about your injury.”
“What injury?” He took the drink back and sipped as he waited for my answer.
“Well, I don’t exactly know what’s wrong because no one would tell me. All I know is that your shooting hand hurts and it’s swelling a bit, that’s why you’ve been wearing that ridiculous bandana on your hand.” I glanced at the said hand which were but inches away from mine.
“So you’re telling me that nothing good will come out tomorrow? Don’t you trust my skills? Don’t you trust me?” He gave me an incredulous look.
“No, not really. I’m just saying that instead of trying to prove your awesomeness, why not rest? You’ve owned that title since day one. You don’t have to prove anything. And you can’t shoot that good with your left hand. Though I‘m the only one who knows that. Plus oppa. And Channie. And Fany.” We were at the arcade when he tried shooting with his left. It was…embarrassing for someone who plays good basketball. There were more balls hitting passersby than the balls going in the hoop.
He snorted as I grabbed the frap back and swirled the coffee inside. It took a minute before any of us said something again.
“So I shouldn’t compete tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Because I’ll embarrass myself by shooting with my left hand?”
“Yes, your fame will crumble and no one’s gonna be left to love you and shout your name.” I smirked.
“Is that so…” He looked away and outside the packed coffee shop.
“Of course it is.”
Another minute passed.
“How about we make a deal. Since you’re so sure that I’ll lose my reputation and life tomorrow…”
“Bring it.” I was never one to back down from challenges especially challenges from him.
“Okay. How ‘bout you become my girl friend officially?” That trademark, sweet, arrogant smirk made me zone out for a second before violently shaking my head.
“No, no, no, no. You’re not using me as tear gas to shoo away your fan girls.”
“Oh come on. You’re so sure I won’t win. Besides, what have you got to lose?”
“My good-girl-reputation?”
“Your good girl what? We cannot be talking about the same person.” He scoffed.
I defiantly put the coffee down.
“I am a good girl!”
“Right. A good girl who habitually beats a crap out of guys. And girls.”
“Tch. They’re the one who habitually harass me and pick fights. Not my fault if they hit like girls.”
“Some of them are girls, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Whatever. And you know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes. We stand by abstinence.” He chuckled.
“Okay, I‘ll be your personal bodyguard for a week. What happens if I win?”
“Hmm. Your call.” I smiled and thought for a while.
“I know! You’ll owe me lunch. Handmade lunch. Packed inside a pink lunchbox. And you should wear pink socks that day too!”
“PINK SOCKS? Seriously? You don’t really mean that don’t you?”
“No Lee Junho. No way you’ll make me take back my conditions. And didn’t I tell you not to try to make your eyes look big? They scare me.”
“Fine. And no, I’ll make my eyes look as big as I want.” He stuck out his tongue.
“Such a baby.” I rolled my eyes.
“Said something babe? Come on, let‘s shake on it.”
He licked his palm then held out his hand.
“Did you brush your teeth?”
“We’re having coffee, does it matter?” He smiled.
I scrunched my face in disgust back before licking my palm.
“Deal?”
“Deal.”
Little did I know that I just shook hands with the boy who would make my life a living hell. On second thought, maybe I did.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama/Occasional Crack/Action? >.<
Character/Pairings: JunhoxOC (may change along the way/other pairings will be revealed later)
A/N: This is actually a rewritten version of one of my fics. Originally posted in wild2day and 2oneday as Why It Often Rains in the Movies, it had a darker, heavier tone to it until I decided that it would be better for the story and for the readers if I were to tell it chronologically. So basically, I've got the plot marked out, the only problem left now is how I should tell it. It's was also based on a true story but my imagination runs wild now and then so it has become what it is now: a slightly exciting retelling of a reality that once was.
The main pairing is JunhoxOC. Some characters aren't that developed yet in the first parts but not to worry, I'll try my best to make them grow into somewhat awesome characters.
My writing is rusty and dusty so forgive me in advance if there are holes and errors. That being said, shall we begin?
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00. PROLOGUE
~So I guess it’s what you get for being hopelessly romantic - an unromantic life of martyrdom.
~~
Min Ki's POV
“It’s okay if you don’t win tomorrow.”
“What do you mean? There’s no reason for me not to.” I sigh and take the frappuccino from his hand taking a quick sip.
“I know about your injury.”
“What injury?” He took the drink back and sipped as he waited for my answer.
“Well, I don’t exactly know what’s wrong because no one would tell me. All I know is that your shooting hand hurts and it’s swelling a bit, that’s why you’ve been wearing that ridiculous bandana on your hand.” I glanced at the said hand which were but inches away from mine.
“So you’re telling me that nothing good will come out tomorrow? Don’t you trust my skills? Don’t you trust me?” He gave me an incredulous look.
“No, not really. I’m just saying that instead of trying to prove your awesomeness, why not rest? You’ve owned that title since day one. You don’t have to prove anything. And you can’t shoot that good with your left hand. Though I‘m the only one who knows that. Plus oppa. And Channie. And Fany.” We were at the arcade when he tried shooting with his left. It was…embarrassing for someone who plays good basketball. There were more balls hitting passersby than the balls going in the hoop.
He snorted as I grabbed the frap back and swirled the coffee inside. It took a minute before any of us said something again.
“So I shouldn’t compete tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Because I’ll embarrass myself by shooting with my left hand?”
“Yes, your fame will crumble and no one’s gonna be left to love you and shout your name.” I smirked.
“Is that so…” He looked away and outside the packed coffee shop.
“Of course it is.”
Another minute passed.
“How about we make a deal. Since you’re so sure that I’ll lose my reputation and life tomorrow…”
“Bring it.” I was never one to back down from challenges especially challenges from him.
“Okay. How ‘bout you become my girl friend officially?” That trademark, sweet, arrogant smirk made me zone out for a second before violently shaking my head.
“No, no, no, no. You’re not using me as tear gas to shoo away your fan girls.”
“Oh come on. You’re so sure I won’t win. Besides, what have you got to lose?”
“My good-girl-reputation?”
“Your good girl what? We cannot be talking about the same person.” He scoffed.
I defiantly put the coffee down.
“I am a good girl!”
“Right. A good girl who habitually beats a crap out of guys. And girls.”
“Tch. They’re the one who habitually harass me and pick fights. Not my fault if they hit like girls.”
“Some of them are girls, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Whatever. And you know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes. We stand by abstinence.” He chuckled.
“Okay, I‘ll be your personal bodyguard for a week. What happens if I win?”
“Hmm. Your call.” I smiled and thought for a while.
“I know! You’ll owe me lunch. Handmade lunch. Packed inside a pink lunchbox. And you should wear pink socks that day too!”
“PINK SOCKS? Seriously? You don’t really mean that don’t you?”
“No Lee Junho. No way you’ll make me take back my conditions. And didn’t I tell you not to try to make your eyes look big? They scare me.”
“Fine. And no, I’ll make my eyes look as big as I want.” He stuck out his tongue.
“Such a baby.” I rolled my eyes.
“Said something babe? Come on, let‘s shake on it.”
He licked his palm then held out his hand.
“Did you brush your teeth?”
“We’re having coffee, does it matter?” He smiled.
I scrunched my face in disgust back before licking my palm.
“Deal?”
“Deal.”
Little did I know that I just shook hands with the boy who would make my life a living hell. On second thought, maybe I did.