The confession

A few assignments later, Mir knew that he couldn’t keep warding off his ‘feelings’.

 

Every time Joon sat with him, he became nervous, and hot. His eyes wavered; he couldn’t look him in the face. On the first day, Mir had only been awed by Joon’s outward appearance. Later on, he came to know that Joon was the most funny, energetic person he had ever met. Mir considered himself fairly straightforward and sociable, but Joon had the ability to make anyone his friend, and stick with that person forever. He was constantly amazed by his amicable personality, and his ability to decide his moods according to each situation. He was always a bit of a goof, but he knew when it was time to get serious. He had the peers, and the grades. It was easy to believe that Joon graduated with top grades.

 

All in all, Joon matched Mir’s personality. Mir also was open to anyone and everyone. He could create conversation with an old grandma and still leave satisfied. And everyone loved Mir in return. He was highly popular, not because of his looks, though they were there, but because of his outgoing character.

 

Mir was attracted to Joon day by day. Everything about him was a highlight he could not miss. Joon’s friend, Jinki, was therefore, there to purely make him keep up with the homework. As Mir became more and more infatuated, he grew more and more depressed. He could only think about how he loved Joon, and the possibility of him being gay. Homosexuality was not something he disliked, but it certainly was not something he considered to be a normal relationship.

 

Lee Joon apparently worked as a trainee in J.Tune Camp, and so was unable to talk with or inquire about Mir after school. After seeing that Mir was not writing as energetically as he did before, his teacher called up Jinki and Joon to ask them to talk to him. However, due to the constraints, Jinki alone went to discuss with Mir. From then on, it had been Jinki who asked Mir about his problems. If only he knew it was because of Joon.

 

Each writing assignment of Mir’s consisted of either preachy, droning topics, or a self-deprecating, helpless tone. He often wrote about his emotions, asking for help from the receiver if it was a letter, or writing pages and pages for diary entries, as it was his best outlet. Never was his topics to a point- it was always very ambiguous, to fit his feelings. He couldn’t reveal that he felt suicidal because of his attraction towards Lee Joon. And so he very vaguely wrote for help and about his depressed self in his compositions.

 

With these, his personality changed as well. Cheondung was shunned from conversation- in fact, everyone was. Aside from Jinki, and the occasional Joon, Mir ignored everyone. He was not the fun-loving, jovial Mir anymore, but the depressed, indifferent Mir. As soon as he reached home, he took out his assignment and began to vent his feelings. He made one copy for school, and multiple others for himself to keep. He had that much to let out. It was hard to accept that one had a crush and that there was a possibility of being rejected, but it was different altogether when it concerned a boy having a crush on a senior boy.

 

It all finally crashed down when Jinki and Joon provided Mir with their address. He was apparently free to drop by to talk at any time.

 

And so, Mir finally decided to confront Joon, and cope with whatever was the outcome.

 

He reached their apartment and trudged up to their flat.

 

The front door, was unusually, ajar. Mir turned about he corner to get a better look, but stopped in his tracks.

 

In front of him stood Jinki and Joon, locked in each other’s embrace, busily snogging each other. They pulled themselves tighter as the lip-lock grew intense. Joon finally opened his eyes to look at Jinki, and carry him inside, but instead, spotted Mir, frozen. His expression was genuinely, surprised and anguished at the same time.

 

“Mir, um, do you have anything to talk about?” he asked after turning Jinki around to face Mir.

 

“No- I’m sorry I disturbed you- really,” Mir uttered and dashed down the stairs before anyone could say anything else.

 

Mir ran back to his house, tears streaming down his face, and went up to his room immediately.

 

The latest assignment was a poem, and Mir was ready to write it.

 

The next day, Mir was called to his class room after school. As he walked in, he noticed that his teacher, Joon, and Jinki were waiting for him.

 

As soon as he saw Joon, he looked down, trying hard for the tears to stop forming. He knew what was going to happen.

 

He sat down and looked at his teacher.

 

“I think you have a lot to tell your partners, Cheolyong. Please, express yourself.” she started, as she handed him the poem he submitted. He specifically addressed it to Lee Jinki. It was more of an angry scolding than a poem. “We noticed in your past assignments that you’re very depressed, and mad. Can you talk about it?”

 

Jinki stepped up. “Is something wrong, man? If it’s about that day, you saw us- I’m sorry. We’re sorry.”

 

Indifferently, Mir pulled out a slip of paper from his bag and handed it to Joon.

 

“This is for you,” he said, and stood up. He slowly walked out of the class.

 

The paper read:

 

Oh, I can’t tell you about me Who wants to reach your heart Like the starlight hidden behind the cold clouds I love you, in the end, this painful confession That lingers at the edge of my lips slide down in tears.

 

They understood what Mir was implying, finally. But he was outside. They had to save him.

 

They were too late. Mir had entered his demise.

 

Mir stepped into the middle of the road, and stood still. No expression was seen on his face. And in the few moments before the car crashed into him, he thought of himself in Joon’s arms, with his lips on his his. He thought of his paradise. His Joon.

 

And he smiled. He was finally happy.

 

 

Just to clear things up, Mir dies (sorry). Do you like it? And do you see where my foreword was going now?

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CHAPTER 3

Aigoo, I had so many people looking over to see what I was writing while doing this! Sorry for it being late!!

“Annyeong Haseyo, Jinki-ssi,” Minhee said, after greeting his parents.

For a few moments, both of them stared blankly into each other’s eyes, until his parents nudged him.

“Ne, annyeong haseyo, “Jinki said.

He felt like he was going through puberty all over again. Not only did his voice awkwardly go to a higher pitch, but Minhee was much more beautiful in reality that in his dreams; he felt like a pimple-ridden, sweat covered teenager standing next to her. He could never match her appearance.

Minhee’s family was welcomed and made to sit. After hours of talking, Jinki got permission to talk with Minhee in private.

When Jinki asked for a one-on-one, Minhee could not help but blush. Uncontrollably.

As he led her to his room, she couldn’t but notice his perfect physique and facial features.

His face was strategically built: his eyes were shining at all times (just how she liked them), his cheeks were full, but didn’t puff out (just how she liked them), his nose was a perfect, soft, triangle, making his side profile amazing (just how she liked it), and his lips were of the right size and shade of pink. She would never match his appearance.

And when he smiled, asking her to sit down, her stomach churned. He was so cute.

“Uh, so, do you like me?” he asked, looking down.

Mentally, he slapped himself a few times. How can you just ask that, dude? Play it cool, he thought to himself.

To Jinki’s surprise, Minhee slowly nodded. He was unable to control his smile.

“But, do you really want to get married?” he blurted. Jinki was in a mess. He wasn’t able to create small chat, but he knew getting to the point would be unimpressive, he could not control the pitch of his voice, and his smile was totally out of the context.

Minhee went cold. Does he not like me then?, she thought?

She looked at him, as if to ask if he was serious. She could see that he wasn’t playing. So she replied, “Look. I don’t want to get married. Or, I didn’t. But my family is everything. I have to oblige to whatever they say. Moreover, I’m not in a relationship with anyone. So I don’t mind marrying you, or anyone else.”

And right when she finished, they heard Jinki’s mom calling for them from downstairs.

“Minhee, your parents are leaving! Or do you want five more minutes?” she shouted, leaving both Jinki and Minhee in embarrassment; his mom sounded like they were on a play date or something.

“A-Anieyo, we’re coming!” the both shouted back, and ran down the stairs.

Once they reached the hall, Jinki’s mom outstretched her hand to Minhee and smiled warmly.

“I hope you’re happy, Minhee. We’ll treat you well.”

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“Yah, you’re still going on the date?”

Jinki’s mom looked at him styling his hair in the mirror, with utmost distaste.

After Jinki came to know that he was to get married to Minhee, he bombarded his mom with a slew of pleas, all while whining like a toddler.

“Eomma, I don’t want to do it,” he said, hoisting himself onto the kitchen counter as his mom cooked dinner.

“Jinki,” she said, dropping her work and turning around. “If you want to, go and find a date or something. See if you like her. If you don’t, then you will marry Minhee.”

“Jinjja? You’re really allowing me to do that?” he asked, jumping up, getting ready to call his friend, Jonghyun.

“Yes. But it has to be tomorrow. You can’t go after; you can’t go before.”

“Eo, ne, ne. Kamsahabnida!” he exclaimed, before running off to his room to call Jonghyun.

“Yah, bbo-bbo!” she shouted after him, to which Jinki made a gruesome kissing noise.

On the phone, Jonghyun disgustedly asked, ” What was that sound?”

“Nothing, nothing. OK, Jongyeon, I have something important for you to do,” he said, eager to get to the point.

“Why should I help you? You’re always calling me Jongyeon. And you never accept the dates I set up for you,” he said, lazily.

“That’s exactly what I need. Set me up for a date.” he replied excitedly.

“Really? For when?,” he asked, happily.

“For tomorrow evening. She has to look good, OK?”

“Col! I already have this girl; I’ll talk to her and set you two up. Yah, I’m so happy you’ve found you’re mind!” Jonghyun replied.

“Yah, Jongyeonah. One more favour. Call me hyung,” Jinki added, bouncing onto his bed.

“Then stop calling me Jongyeon.”

“Never!”

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“We’re still on the deal, right?” he replied. “Only if I don’t like her can you make me marry Minhee.”

Jinki picked up his wallet and emptied out all the money. He then stuffed them into his pocket and threw the wallet onto his desk.

“I don’t know. Have a good time,” she said, following him to the front door.

“Bye!” he said before she closed the door, flashing his wealthy smile.

He walked through the streets, filled with slush from the snow that hundreds of dates walked on, as he made his way to the restaurant.

“Lee Song Byul,” he mumbled, before he consulted the receptionist.

He sat down after being shown to the table Jonghyun reserved them, and once again mumbled his date’s name.

“Lee Song Byul.”

“Oh, you’re Lee Jinki?” asked a fairly husky voice next to him.

He looked up to see a fairly tall, curvaceous woman, looking down at him, smirking.

“Ah, yes. You’re Lee Song Byul?” he replied, standing up.

She pushed him back down and sauntered over to her chair before answering, “You can call me whatever you want.”

“M- Mwoh?”

“I said, you can call me whatever you want,” she repeated, slowly, adding in a wink.

Jinki looked away. Is this how all dates are? he thought.

“Um, ne. Do you want to order anything?” he asked, motioning for the waiter.

“I’ll have whatever you have.”

“Ne,” he said again, and looked to the waiter. “I -gwon pizza?”

The waiter noted it down and walked off, leaving Jinki in an awkward situation with his date. He could feel her staring at him the whole time, throughout which they didn’t talk. He just kept staring at the floor. Yah, Jongyeon. Gu imma! What kind of date did you set me up for?

Suddenly he felt a large hand settle over his shoulder. He was pretty sure it wasn’t Song Byul’s.

He looked up to see a burly man, looking blankly at him. Or he thought so, until the man punched him.

“Yah, who are you?” he exclaimed, catching the rest of the restaurant’s attention.

“Who are you? And what are you doing with her?” the man replied, lifting him with the front of his shirt.

He pushed Jinki outside, constantly hitting him.

He could faintly hear song Byul’s fake shouts, telling her current boyfriend to stop hitting Jinki. She was two timing the man, who he came to know as Hyuk Jin through her shouts.

He pulled Jinki into a dingy alleyway, where he attacked him even more.

Jinki could feel his breathing becoming crooked. He stopped trying to defend himself; he couldn’t even tell him to go away.

Jinki never realised when the other two left, leaving him in critical condition in the middle of the night.

He dozed, because that was the only thing his body could do.

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Minhee’s head kept replaying Jinki’s words.

“Do you really want to get married?”

Each time she thought of it, he stomach rolled over.

“Did you like him?” she heard her parents ask, as they settled into the sofa near her.

She saw her brother look down at her as well, waiting for an answer.

“I hate it,” whispered, standing up. The novel wasn’t on her mind.

“Mwoh?” her family replied, standing as well.

“I hate it, OK? He doesn’t like me. It’s not going to work out!”

“No matter what, you have to follow family tradition. All of our family members have done this! Why do you find it so hard to oblige? And why didn’t you tell us this before, when we informed you of it?”

“OK, firstly, even if I did tell you, you would have forced me into getting married anyways.”

“Then why bother to object now?”

Minhee found that point logical. She knew she had no way out. Why was she protesting? She even told Jinki that she had to follow the tradition. Indifferently, she went on with her defiance.

“Secondly, you said that every member does this. Then why doesn’t oppa? Isn’t he family as well?”

“Its because I’m adopted, Choi Minhee! No, I’m not part of the family. But you are, so stop making a fuss now and sit down! What did I teach you? You have to respect our family. They gave me so much. As my dongsaeng, I expect you to give it back along with me!”

Minhee was taken aback. She comprehended nothing after, “It’s because I’m adopted.”

Shading her face from her family’s view, she violently opened the front door and ran. She didn’t know where she was going to go to; she just ran.

After a few minutes, with her tears dried up and her mind calmed down, she encountered a dark alleyway.

Curious, she walked inside to find a crippled body.

She anxiously ran towards the person.

“I’ve seen you,” she mumbled, turning the person’s head.

Triangular nose…

“Lee Jinki!” she exclaimed, her heart stopping.

His breathing was severely irregular. His body was covered in bruises.

She had to help him fast.

Aigoo!! I wrote this even when I had so much homework to do! You better like it! (jk :P) ~<3

Chapter 2

“Yah, Minhee, why aren’t you sleeping?”Minho asked. He had just come back from a date with his girlfriend, and had come home to see his sister sitting up with her head in her hands.

“You know how we heard mom and dad talking about my marriage a long time ago? Mom came to me and told me that we’re going to meet him tomorrow. Kibum just broke up with me. I don;t know what to do,” she said without looking at him.

“Do you want to avoid this because he’s not as handsome as me, or not as talented as me,” Minho said, sitting next to her and grinning.

Minhee broke out into a soft smile and gently hit her brother. “Oppa!”

“I know its not fair and stuff, but you’ll have to bear with it. Just lock him up for a few days, and he’ll get used to you. Like in Beauty and the Beast.”

“Oppa! This isn’t a joke! What if I get married to him and he doesn’t like me, and we stay as enemies forever? What if I never forget Kibum? You have Tae Soo. She’s not from that family. How come you can love anyone you want?”

Minho looked down crest fallen, but sill managed to smile.

“If it makes you feel any better, Tae Soo broke up with me today. So I guess eomma and appa will get me married like you.”

“Oh,” Minhee said, taken aback. She didn’t know what to say; she felt shallow. The fact that her brother was still able to smile just for the sake of cheering her up touched her.

She sat up straight and looked at him withe blazing confidence.

“OK. I’ll try. I remember how you taught me to respect our family and its values. So I’ll marry him. But I don’t know if he’ll want to marry me,” Minhee said.

“I’m sure he will. You haven’t even met him. What if he turns out to be Kibum? It’ll all turn out well, I promise,” he said before standing up and motioning for her to get rest.

“Before he knows it, he’ll be smitten by your beauty. Get some sleep so that your beauty stays,” he said, tucking her in, to which she giggled.

Minho still treated her like a child, and despite her protests, she had to admit that it was the only medicine for similar situations.

“Goodnight, Choi Minhee,” he said before closing the door.

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“Lee Jinki! Please wake up, baby!” said a beautiful voice, awakening Jinki.

He happily turned over to a charming face hovering over him, her dark brown locks lightly brushing his face.

“Hi, honey,” he said, groggily.

“I hope you’ll greet your wife like that as well,” the same lady replied, pulling him up.

“What are you talking about You are my wife,” he said, scratching his head in confusion, yet still having the same hungover expression.

The lady looked at him curiously. She then proceeded to hit him (“Ow!”) and say,” get your head straight young man! You’re meeting Minhee today!” She then walked out of his room briskly.

Jinki shook his head. He then rubbed his eyes and looked around to catch a glimpse of his mother, instead of the lady he saw in his half  conscious sleep. She certainly was not as arousing to look at as the girl from his dream.

He felt stupid; he knocked himself in the head.

Get your game straight, Jinki, he thought, trying to erase the dream from his memory.

He slowly got dressed and reluctantly went down the stairs, still in want for sleep.

He turned around the corner to the hall, where his dad sat with a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts and his mother glided about the kitchen in a hanbok.

“Here’s your breakfast, yeobo,”playfully said, jabbing at Jinki’s morning mishap (hooray for alliteration!), at which his father chuckled.

“You told appa too?” he asked, embarrassed, but smiling at the same time.

“Oh she did! Reminds me of when you four years old and wanted us to get divorced so that you could marry your mother. One cracked up son, you are,” his father replied, laughing hysterically.

And from then, his parents sat together bringing up different memories of their only child, with a laugh here and there.

Jinki could help but smile at them. They seemed so perfect; their personalities matched up perfectly. They always seemed to make the best out of any situation where they were together. The connection made them raise him to high standards in terms of behavior and personality.

He could not help but feel that marrying Minhee was the only way to repay everything they gave him. But at the same time, he knew that marriage wasn’t something he could easily take up or leave. He really hoped his parents would leave him to be with someone of his choice so that he had a better crack at following their influential and revered footsteps.

As he thought about the marriage, he remembered it was the day he was to meet her.

“Is that going to be your getup for the day?” he asked, interrupting his parents.

“I remembered that Minhee’s parents were strict about tradition and culture, so I chose to wear this,” his mother replied, showing off the designs in her dress.

“And I’m taking her dad fishing!” his dad said, pulling out a fishing hat from the back.

His father was always correct in his tones. He knew when to be cheerful and humorous and when to be stern. Jinki had seen both sides, but mostly the former.

Before he could reply, the doorbell rang. Jinki hurriedly finished his breakfast and chucked his plate in the cupboard after haphazardly washing it (“I don’t want any dirty plates in the sink, sleepy head!”).

Good thing I got dressed before breakfast, he thought, confirming that it was the Choi family as he stood behind he parents, facing Minhee’s parents.

Jinki’s gaze wavered as his parents greeted Minhee’s. He craned his neck. Where is she?

Then he caught a shining, dark brown lock of hair. Her parents shifted enough to reveal the whole of Minhee.

Jinki gulped. His stomach tightened as his parents greeted her and her brother.

She was the girl from his dream.

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Yay! Chap 2 up! Do you like it so far?