Remember The First Time
Theme: 40. Skin
Pairing: Shindong/Kyuhyun
Title: Remember The First Time
The first time we met was during in our last elementary year because that was when we became classmates.
The first time we talked was during 1st year of high school when we became classmates again. I decided to hang out with your group of friends because my close friends from elementary either transferred to another school or started hanging out with different people.
The first secret you shared to me was during 2nd yr of high school. You actually told the rest of our group of friends. I felt a bit bad for being the last one to know about it but at the same time, I felt happy because I finally earned your trust. You told me yourself that you trusted me. Eventually, one secret lead to another until I became your diary.
The first time you held my hand was a few days after you told me your secret. I felt your rough hand on mine. I immediately snatched my hand back. I saw the shock expression on your face so I started blabbering about how you should use lotion to soften your rough hands. I was not a touchy-feely kind of person. I don’t like skinship. But you continued to hold my hand. Not just on that day but even during the next years to come. I came to like holding hands with you.
The first secret you shared to me was about your first crush. I didn’t feel anything for you back then but some time later in our 3rd year of high school, you actually became my first crush.
The first time you had the guts to confess to your crush was also in 3rd year. It was Valentine’s Day. You wrote a love letter and sent a stuffed animal and chocolates and disguised yourself as a secret admirer. I cheered you on but deep inside, for the first time, I learned how jealousy felt like.
The first time I saw you cry was the first time your team lost in the game. A lot of people hugged you and tried to make you feel better. I did nothing but sit on the bench and guard your bag. You eventually grabbed me and your bag. We sat in a private place. Just the two of us.
At first, you denied that you cried. But later on, you went like “Damn! Besides from losing, he also saw me crying! That’s so embarrassing!!!” I was tempted to roll my eyes. Really, all you could think about was your crush. You were completely obsessed!!!
“I thought you said you weren’t crying.” I said dryly.
“I wasn’t.” And you were back to denying. “You didn’t do anything to comfort me. You just sat there and watched.”
For the first time, I felt helpless. When I saw your team lost, when I saw you crying, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t know how to comfort you. “What did you want me to do? Hug you?”
“Honestly, when they hugged me. I felt like punching them. I actually almost punched one of them.”
“Which is a good thing that I didn’t hug you.” I didn’t bother to tell you that I actually remember that you don’t like being hugged although you seem to like holding hands…with me, at least.
You fell silent. I knew that you were thinking of something to say but whatever it is in your mind, you didn’t say it. You just ate a lot of food to compensate the bitter feeling of losing. Hours later, I found you punching the wall of our classroom and crying again. You really hated losing.
For the first time, I hugged you. I wondered if you were going to punch me for hugging you. But you actually hugged back and cried on my shoulder. You apologized for wetting my shirt afterwards. “It’s ok. I hope you feel better now.”
The first time I was fetched very late at school was when my mother had a new and strict boss who ordered them to do some overwork. You actually went home already but after an hour, you passed by the school and saw me. You were suppose to buy something for dinner but you accompanied me instead. You live only a few blocks away from school so you always get to passed by the school whenever you need to buy something from the mall beside our school.
“Hey, you’re suppose to be cooking dinner for tonight.” I somehow memorize the schedule of your household chores.
“Dinner can wait. If they become too hungry, they’ll cook something.”
For the first time, I didn’t feel lonely waiting to be fetched. I felt happy that you actually chose me instead of your household chore. I didn’t want you to get scolded by your parents by coming home late so I always tell you to go home but you always insist on staying until I get fetched. It started to become a routine because mom always have overwork since she had a new boss.
There was a part in our 4th year of high school that we became distant because we weren’t classmates anymore. You were being teased by your classmates with another girl in your class. You denied that you have a crush on her but I know you were slowly starting to develop feelings for her. You get to spend more time with her during class.
During recess or lunch break, we couldn’t be together as much as before because things got hectic. There was a lot of studying, catching up assignments or doing projects to do. On dismissal, you have practices for the game. There are times that I would see the girl cheering you on. But most of the time, I was fetched early so I couldn’t stay to watch you practice.
One afternoon, for the first time, you asked me to stay. You said that you don’t like that I’m being fetched early lately so I told my parents that I don’t mind being fetched late so our old routine came back. I would accompany you to your practice then you would accompany me until I got fetched.
On the day of the game, for the first time after a long time, we spent the whole day together. We never got separated. After all those days of being distant from each other, it was definitely worth it for that one day. I was really happy. After that day, things weren’t very hectic anymore so we get to spend much more time again. It didn’t matter that he was being teased with another girl in his class because as time went by, I had observed that the feelings he had for the girl was nothing compared to his past crushes in which he did drastic measures such as stalking.
It was not the first time I had an urge to confess to you but it was the first time, I finally allowed myself to confess to you. It was graduation day. If you were going to reject me, at least I won’t be seeing you anymore because we would be attending different schools for college. When the graduation ceremony was finally over, I pulled you inside an empty classroom.
“What’s up?” You asked.
I answered by kissing you. That was our first kiss. You didn’t kiss back. I looked at your expression after the kiss. You looked confused. I felt like crying. To me, that was a rejection.
My first confession was also my first rejection.
I knew that I didn’t have a chance. I knew all of your crushes. I was your diary after all. I knew that I wasn’t your type. I wasn’t up to your standard. It was the first time I have cried consecutively for 7 nights.
You contacted me two months after our graduation. You told me that we should meet up at our old school. I was nervous but you acted as if nothing changed between us. We reminisced a lot of our experiences in the different parts of the school until we eventually ended up in an empty classroom.
“This is the classroom where you confessed you me.”
I became tensed. I didn’t think you would bring it up again. I thought that you would have forgotten about it and rather that we remain close friends just the way we always were because you acted as if that confession never happened.
“How long have you felt that way towards me?”
“Around 3rd yr I guess.”
“It was during that year too that I started to have weird feelings for you but thought nothing of it.”
“Kyuhyun, I don’t want to be rejected for the second time. Once was enough.”
“It wasn’t rejection. I was shock so I didn’t reply. I needed time to think about it.”
“Oh and it took you 2 months to think on how to reject me?”
“Shindong, stop thinking about rejection. I want to give us a try, okay?!?!”
It was not the first time I saw you blush but it was the first time, you blushed for me.
THE END
A/N: I’m really plotless lately and I think this sucks T_T The first part of this fic was based on personal experience. My brain seems to be on hiatus X_x
Pairing: Shindong/Kyuhyun
Title: Remember The First Time
The first time we met was during in our last elementary year because that was when we became classmates.
The first time we talked was during 1st year of high school when we became classmates again. I decided to hang out with your group of friends because my close friends from elementary either transferred to another school or started hanging out with different people.
The first secret you shared to me was during 2nd yr of high school. You actually told the rest of our group of friends. I felt a bit bad for being the last one to know about it but at the same time, I felt happy because I finally earned your trust. You told me yourself that you trusted me. Eventually, one secret lead to another until I became your diary.
The first time you held my hand was a few days after you told me your secret. I felt your rough hand on mine. I immediately snatched my hand back. I saw the shock expression on your face so I started blabbering about how you should use lotion to soften your rough hands. I was not a touchy-feely kind of person. I don’t like skinship. But you continued to hold my hand. Not just on that day but even during the next years to come. I came to like holding hands with you.
The first secret you shared to me was about your first crush. I didn’t feel anything for you back then but some time later in our 3rd year of high school, you actually became my first crush.
The first time you had the guts to confess to your crush was also in 3rd year. It was Valentine’s Day. You wrote a love letter and sent a stuffed animal and chocolates and disguised yourself as a secret admirer. I cheered you on but deep inside, for the first time, I learned how jealousy felt like.
The first time I saw you cry was the first time your team lost in the game. A lot of people hugged you and tried to make you feel better. I did nothing but sit on the bench and guard your bag. You eventually grabbed me and your bag. We sat in a private place. Just the two of us.
At first, you denied that you cried. But later on, you went like “Damn! Besides from losing, he also saw me crying! That’s so embarrassing!!!” I was tempted to roll my eyes. Really, all you could think about was your crush. You were completely obsessed!!!
“I thought you said you weren’t crying.” I said dryly.
“I wasn’t.” And you were back to denying. “You didn’t do anything to comfort me. You just sat there and watched.”
For the first time, I felt helpless. When I saw your team lost, when I saw you crying, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t know how to comfort you. “What did you want me to do? Hug you?”
“Honestly, when they hugged me. I felt like punching them. I actually almost punched one of them.”
“Which is a good thing that I didn’t hug you.” I didn’t bother to tell you that I actually remember that you don’t like being hugged although you seem to like holding hands…with me, at least.
You fell silent. I knew that you were thinking of something to say but whatever it is in your mind, you didn’t say it. You just ate a lot of food to compensate the bitter feeling of losing. Hours later, I found you punching the wall of our classroom and crying again. You really hated losing.
For the first time, I hugged you. I wondered if you were going to punch me for hugging you. But you actually hugged back and cried on my shoulder. You apologized for wetting my shirt afterwards. “It’s ok. I hope you feel better now.”
The first time I was fetched very late at school was when my mother had a new and strict boss who ordered them to do some overwork. You actually went home already but after an hour, you passed by the school and saw me. You were suppose to buy something for dinner but you accompanied me instead. You live only a few blocks away from school so you always get to passed by the school whenever you need to buy something from the mall beside our school.
“Hey, you’re suppose to be cooking dinner for tonight.” I somehow memorize the schedule of your household chores.
“Dinner can wait. If they become too hungry, they’ll cook something.”
For the first time, I didn’t feel lonely waiting to be fetched. I felt happy that you actually chose me instead of your household chore. I didn’t want you to get scolded by your parents by coming home late so I always tell you to go home but you always insist on staying until I get fetched. It started to become a routine because mom always have overwork since she had a new boss.
There was a part in our 4th year of high school that we became distant because we weren’t classmates anymore. You were being teased by your classmates with another girl in your class. You denied that you have a crush on her but I know you were slowly starting to develop feelings for her. You get to spend more time with her during class.
During recess or lunch break, we couldn’t be together as much as before because things got hectic. There was a lot of studying, catching up assignments or doing projects to do. On dismissal, you have practices for the game. There are times that I would see the girl cheering you on. But most of the time, I was fetched early so I couldn’t stay to watch you practice.
One afternoon, for the first time, you asked me to stay. You said that you don’t like that I’m being fetched early lately so I told my parents that I don’t mind being fetched late so our old routine came back. I would accompany you to your practice then you would accompany me until I got fetched.
On the day of the game, for the first time after a long time, we spent the whole day together. We never got separated. After all those days of being distant from each other, it was definitely worth it for that one day. I was really happy. After that day, things weren’t very hectic anymore so we get to spend much more time again. It didn’t matter that he was being teased with another girl in his class because as time went by, I had observed that the feelings he had for the girl was nothing compared to his past crushes in which he did drastic measures such as stalking.
It was not the first time I had an urge to confess to you but it was the first time, I finally allowed myself to confess to you. It was graduation day. If you were going to reject me, at least I won’t be seeing you anymore because we would be attending different schools for college. When the graduation ceremony was finally over, I pulled you inside an empty classroom.
“What’s up?” You asked.
I answered by kissing you. That was our first kiss. You didn’t kiss back. I looked at your expression after the kiss. You looked confused. I felt like crying. To me, that was a rejection.
My first confession was also my first rejection.
I knew that I didn’t have a chance. I knew all of your crushes. I was your diary after all. I knew that I wasn’t your type. I wasn’t up to your standard. It was the first time I have cried consecutively for 7 nights.
You contacted me two months after our graduation. You told me that we should meet up at our old school. I was nervous but you acted as if nothing changed between us. We reminisced a lot of our experiences in the different parts of the school until we eventually ended up in an empty classroom.
“This is the classroom where you confessed you me.”
I became tensed. I didn’t think you would bring it up again. I thought that you would have forgotten about it and rather that we remain close friends just the way we always were because you acted as if that confession never happened.
“How long have you felt that way towards me?”
“Around 3rd yr I guess.”
“It was during that year too that I started to have weird feelings for you but thought nothing of it.”
“Kyuhyun, I don’t want to be rejected for the second time. Once was enough.”
“It wasn’t rejection. I was shock so I didn’t reply. I needed time to think about it.”
“Oh and it took you 2 months to think on how to reject me?”
“Shindong, stop thinking about rejection. I want to give us a try, okay?!?!”
It was not the first time I saw you blush but it was the first time, you blushed for me.
THE END
A/N: I’m really plotless lately and I think this sucks T_T The first part of this fic was based on personal experience. My brain seems to be on hiatus X_x