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LEARN: That when you plan to get even with someone, you're only letting that person continue to hurt you.

CHUN

The night breeze was damp and cool against my cheeks. The darkness of the night seemed to consume my existence so that no one could see me in my current state. It's something I can personally thank the darkness about. The breeze blew harder and small, cottony flakes of snow entered the open window to the premise of my domain - the den where I, the notorious He-lion, had been hibernating for the past four weeks. The wind whistled in my ears and the white, flimsy curtain danced in its melody.

I turned to stare at the view and listlessly reached out a hand to cushion the fall of a snowflake. I watched in fascination as it melts in the warmth of my hands. Somehow, it made me wonder what's still keeping my body warm. Since the incident a month ago, I've always thought that my heart had already turned into a smoking frost of ice. Grunting, I tried to stand up to close the window. The strayed beam of light seemed like an abomination to my sensitive eyes. Wearily pulling myself up from how I was sprawled on the cold floor, I stepped into something cylindrical that caused me to lose my balance and stumble on the dusty cushion.

Carelessly, my eyes searched for the culprit and picked it up with my right hand. Scrutinizing the scrunched can of beer, I remembered that it was me who threw it in the tiled floor a few minutes ago. It just annoyed me that it appeared tasteless in my tongue. I trailed my weary gaze to the mess in front of me - from the scrunched cans of beer, to the empty bottles of whiskey, to the pile of unwashed shirts, to the abandoned remote control, to the crumpled sheets of paper, to the ruined lampshade, to the tangle of duvet, bed sheet and pillows, and finally to my broken phone.

A vaguely familiar tone snapped me out of my conscious thoughts. However, it still took me a few minutes to realize that the tone was emanating from the forlorn phone I was staring at. The tone seemed so distant and dull compared to the loud and uneven beating of my heart. I stared at it for a few heady minutes before reaching out to turn it off. I didn't even take a look on who the caller was. Why? What's the use of knowing who they were and answering their calls? Surely, they would be asking about how I had been doing for the past month that I hadn't showed up in the office. They would be asking why Aaron suddenly took the position in my behalf until the time when I'm already strong enough to get up from the hell hole I've fallen myself into. In fact, I hadn't considered it possible to pull myself up. This pit had been so dark, so cold and so deep.

And I knew that only one person has the ability to save me from my downfall.

I'm a lost cause now. I didn't think I'm still capable of living my miserable life for another week. How can one live, anyway?

I'm even surprised that I was able to live this long. Imagine? I made it until the fourth week...

...with a broken and bleeding heart!

ELLA

I had been stirring the warm tea absentmindedly for the past thirty minutes while staring outside the window - blurred slightly by the translucent mist brought by the visit of winter. Watching the passers-by wearily, my gaze suddenly focused on the thin reflection of the vapor evaporating from the tea I'd been stirring. It looked like delicate gossamer drawing an unfamiliar shape in the cold air.

I could feel the coldness of the winter seeping through the thick layers of clothes I was wearing. It even surprised me that that was not as far as they could get. Slowly, the coldness percolated through my thin skin, breaking past the barriers I placed in my heart. There it laid and rested, along with my rime-covered heart.

I never accepted the obvious fact that I was vulnerable. I had always been trying to portray a strong personality in front of everybody. However, without anyone in sight, I knew I was permeable and brittle. But I never admitted it, nor do I plan to do so in the future. I didn't want anyone to take advantage of me. I gained this position in my life through my conscious effort of building a strong resolve around me that no one could get through. I armed my heart with strong and thick battle gears to counter cupid's careless attempt to penetrate it with his arrow.

And no; not a chance that love could get past my defenses. I could not allow it.

It had been my belief, until last month's incidence rattled the resolve I thought was impossible to break. To my disappointment, it shattered in just a snap.

Inhaling deeply, I allowed the cool oxygen to travel through my nostrils and fill my lungs. I needed to breathe. The confusion in my heart for the past weeks had been intimidating. I didn't know how to handle it.

I exhaled slowly, and dropped my eyes to the cup of tea in my hands.

"He is still not picking up my call," someone with sweet, endearing voice said. I turned to look at the source of the voice and found myself staring at the brown, doe-like eyes of my friend. He came over to sit at the chair opposite mine.

"Who?" I asked in return, albeit indifferently.

He looked at me as though something was wrong with what I said. Nevertheless, he answered, "Chun."

I shrugged my shoulders and continued to stir my tea. Silence fell before us but I was not uncomfortable. I was not in the mood to talk about how my business partner had been doing or what his issues had been since he disappeared from the company. As long as he left someone to take care of his left businesses, it was fine.

"Aren't you even worried about him?" asked the person in front of me. I looked up and caught sight of his intuitive gaze.

I raised my brows and answered, "Is there a reason for me to be worried?"

He pursed his lips, as if hesitating to say what he was thinking, "Ella, his heart had been broken since you didn't show up that night and you know it."

"It's not a problem Aaron. He can just move on and forget about me. I offered to be his friend, okay?" I defended in behalf of my action.

It was true that Chun did ask me to come over to his house for dinner a month ago. I didn't know what the sudden rush of emotions inside of me at that time meant. All I knew was that I was happy. I didn't know where the growing flame of excitement was coming from but I didn't question it all the same. I welcomed it. I let my guard down and allowed it to consume me.

And that was, so far, my worst regret.

"Ella, I'm a guy and I know how it feels like. I'm not saying this because he is my brother. I'm saying this because you're my friend. And don't deny the fact that you do love him too. Why not give him a chance and let both of you be happy?" he asked, looking intently in my eyes.

I wanted to be defiant and meet his eyes with mine in a challenge but I found truth in his words. It stung and caused me to bite my lips anxiously.

"Aaron, you don't know enough," I said in a low voice, trying to find a way to escape the conversation.

'In fact, no one knows' I wanted to add. Whether they knew something or not, they could not understand me. So what difference could it make if I decided to tell him something? People are innately selfish and desire-seeking. I had been trying to fight that horrifying natural tendency.

"Try me," Aaron said, surprising me when he placed his warm hands over mine in the table. I didn't pull away. I stared at our joined hands, wondering how he can make me feel like I could trust him just by a gesture like that.

I closed my eyes and recited a poem. My heart started to palpitate inside my rib cage.

"The loud bass of my heartbeat is all I can hear
As you look at me and flash a smile that's so sincere
Your eyes are soft as the gentle zephyrs cheer
The blossoming emotions are so achingly dear..."

Through my closed eyes, I could feel my heart beating wildly in its cage as I tried to imagine Chun's face. His lips broke in a charming smile that had always made an eruption of butterflies in my stomach. His eyes, his soft and beautiful eyes, were just so enchanting and yielding I felt like I could remain under his gaze forever and not feel insecure.

"My fingers itch to trace the silkiness of your skin
Whenever your lips break in an adorable grin
I take a deep breath to calm my heart's fast beating
But shortly, I decide to give up and let my feelings win..."

Chun's skin had been undeniably silky and smooth that I wanted nothing more than to caress every inch of it. He held my heart captive whenever he smiles. I'd always tried to evade it. These feelings that he aroused inside of me were already melting my resolve. I never wanted to feel like I needed anyone to make me feel secured. I'd always tried to convince myself that I didn't need anyone to protect me and that I could independently take care of myself. I tried to shove off the feelings I had for him but it had felt utterly torturous to the point that I became fed-up and miserable. I let the feelings burst out of my heart, making me feel weak and lost.

"Your image always haunts me every cold night
When the moon's silver shreds sparkle with might
Countless times there was when I tried to fight
But I cannot turn back from something that feels so right..."

He had been in my dreams and I lost count of the times I get up from bed with a smiling face because I dreamed about him. Somehow, a small part of me wanted to be held in his arms and shielded from the coldness of the night. I was only so afraid to admit it to myself because I hated the fact that I was starting to be dependent on someone.

"The raven hair that frames your handsome face
It goes with the wind in a dance so full of grace
You tilt your face to welcome the sun's golden rays
And let the playful wind continue with its chase...

Your eyes look at me in a tender gaze
This sent my heart in a pit of complicated maze
The doe-like orbs that complement the angle of your face
Always touch the side of my heart where emotion lays..."

He had always been the gentlest of men I've ever known. He knew when to speak and when to keep silent. He knew what should be left unsaid. It was not because he is not true to himself. It was because he cared. It was not for the purpose of lying, but rather, it was for the purpose of letting the person discover his own faults for himself. It was something I had always adored about him. He had always been so caring... but I never entertained the idea of being the one that he should take care of. It was not because I didn't like him. It was because I didn't like the idea of being taken care of.

"Your shoulders are broad and your body is lean
The warmth of protection they promise is readily seen
But I can never let myself fall for this grave sin
I have to turn back even if the pain is crippling...

I clutch my heart to save it from its downfall
Trying to ignore its insistent plea and lamenting call
Tampered pieces of my heart scattered across the hall
Yet I ignored it to keep my sanity...

For could only ever be my 'Ge' after all..."

Yes. The idea of being with Chun had been so tempting I have to slap myself a few times just to shrug it off my head. I didn't want to accept or even just entertain the idea of having feelings for him. I knew that it's positive but admitting it to myself could lead to a serious disaster. I was well aware that once a person admits her feelings for someone, the feelings intensify exponentially. I didn't want that to happen. Intensified feelings could only mean one thing. Dependence.

I opened my eyes when Arron's hand squeezed mine thoughtfully. I searched his eyes, wondering what's going on in his head after I said those words. His gaze softened and his lips broke in an empathetic smile.

My heart sank. I knew in that instant that he misinterpreted. Yes. Those words were the also the inscription of what I feel about Chun, though it missed a significant part about unwanted protection, but...

"Arron..."

He squeezed my hand once more, "Ella, it's okay. You don't need to avoid him. You just have to tell him. Or just let him read the poem you write especially for him."

I gulped. Hard. That's just the reason why I couldn't tell him anything and most especially about the poem. Because...

"Arron. It's not mine," I said. It was my turn to hold his hand and gave it a squeeze before saying, "It's Hebe's."

I could never miss the painful disbelief that eclipsed his eyes at the mention of my sister's name.

HEBE

The winter was undeniably cold but the frost in my heart was colder. My feet were heavy as I try to walk my way home in the middle of a snow-coated street. Every step I took was a torture. It was as if someone had put a chain around my heart and in every step I took, the chain got tighter - choking me. My hair was wet as the soft cotton of snows melted against it. I didn't bother to brush them away, nor to look for a place to take cover. I didn't bother to hail a cab to take me home. In fact, I didn't know which way was home.

What will you do if you fell in love with a guy who never cared enough to look back at you?

What will you do if you just couldn't stop your feelings from growing deeper, even if you knew that he could not reciprocate what you feel for him?

What will you do if you tried to get the hang of things and tried to live by the bitter fact of unrequited love, only to find that he had already fallen for someone else?

What will you do if you were not allowed to do anything other than to look at them secretly with a bleeding heart?

And what will you do if that 'someone else' was your own dear sister?

I clutched my heart in an attempt to calm its furious beating. It hurt. Deeply. I didn't even know where to extract the exact word to match the pain I was feelings. The frost of the falling snow seemed to create a spell, making my fingers numb. How I wish it could cast a spell in my heart too and make me numb from emotions. At least I could be able to act normally even only until then.

I looked up at the dark sky and let the thin flakes of snow fall in my face. Beads of tears collected in my eyes as I watched the snow-coated branches of trees. I didn't know if I was strong enough. I didn't know if it was already time to let go. After all, four year of holding on to these feelings wasn't a short time at all. Confusion had never been something that I could tolerate well.

My feet brought me to a familiar place. It was a park filled with trees and swings. It had been the witness of my ups and downs in life. I smiled tearfully and I roamed my eyes around me, silently begging for signs. Suddenly, my eyes caught a sight of a tree with snow-coated branches. It didn't look as much different from the other trees but something was amiss, for it still has one leaf resting in its branch, refusing to let go despite the strong whiff of the cold winter wind.

My lips curved up in a sorrowful smile. Tears gathered in my eyes once more when I realized that the sign I was looking for showed up before me. Hold on, was it?

But my hopes died down when a gust of wind brushed against my back. The strong current tore the last leaf from the branch. Feeling the chain in my heart tighten once more, I instinctively turned around and walked away. I didn't want to see the leaf falling helplessly on the ground, with nothing to cushion its fall. It was then that I realized... no matter how strong a person is, she is just human, delimited by human strengths and limitations.

After the interpretation of the sign, I rushed back home.

It was time to let go.

ARRON

Ella left already. I offered to drive her home but she refused my offer, saying that she wanted to be alone. I could never thank her more for that. It wasn't the real reason why she refused my offer. Though it might be true, but Ella knew that I needed time to recompose myself after what she'd just told me.

Hebe wrote the poem. Wholeheartedly. I could literally feel the swirl of emotions in every word.

I could feel my heart shatter into million pieces. Hebe? Hebe loved Chun. She was in love with my brother. Of all the men in world, why him? Why did she have to choose him?

But no. That was not fair. My hand clenched inside the pocket of my coat, not because of the coldness brought by the winter breeze but because of the unbearable pain that came with unfathomable remorse.

It was all my fault.

If only I was man enough to confess my real feelings for her, if only I wasn't a shame of a man who chose to keep his pride than to face the possibility of being rejected, if only I gave it a try...

Nothing could beat the pain of losing a battle you failed to foresee. I should have tried, at least, to let her know my feelings. I shouldn't have chosen to keep my pride in her stead.

I had been in love with her for years. I had been holding on to these feelings while trying to look indifferent and casual when she's around. It was torturous. It was a constant ache in my heart.

I walked wearily as if all the life in me had been chased away. I didn't know where my feet were leading me. I didn't care anymore. In every breath I took, the pain intensified.

I couldn't believe the irony of life. Or maybe, I shouldn't bother life about my imperfections. It was all me. Come to think of it: I was so busy trying to patch up the path towards Ella and Chun's happily ever after that I failed to see that the way towards mine was already distorted.

A gust of wind flew by and I found myself standing in the middle of a familiar place. It was the place where I first saw her. It was the place where I held memories of her. There were countless times when I followed her to this place, watching her silently in her ups and downs. I never really had enough courage to show up and comfort her.

I looked up at the unforgiving sky and sought comfort under the leafless branches of snow-coated trees. Something caught my eye. Instinctively, I reached out.

A familiar silhouette flashed before my eyes.

Trailing my gaze back to my hand, I opened it to reveal what it was that I caught in my palm.

I found myself staring at a lone miracle leaf.

Without a second thought, I raced up in chase of my angel.

I enfolded my happiness in hands, never wanting to let go...

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The loud bass of my heartbeat is all I can hear

As you look at me and flash a smile that's so sincere 

Your eyes are soft as the gentle zephyrs cheer 

The blossoming emotions are so achingly dear. 

My fingers reach out to trace the silkiness of your skin 

I watch in fascination as your lips broke in a charming grin 

I take a deep breath to calm my heart's fast beating 

But shortly, I decide to give up and let my feelings win. 

Your image always haunts me every cold night 

When the moon's silver shreds sparkle with might 

Countless times there was when I tried to fight 

But I cannot turn back from something that feels so right. 

The raven hair that frames your handsome face 

It goes with the wind in a dance so full of grace 

You tilt your face to welcome the sun's golden rays 

And let the playful wind continue with its chase. 

Your eyes look at me in a tender gaze 

This sent my heart in a pit of complicated maze 

The doe-like orbs that complement the angle of your face 

Always touch the side of my heart where emotion lays. 

Your shoulders are broad and your body is lean 

The warmth of protection they promise is readily seen 

But I can never let myself fall for this grave sin 

I have to turn back even if the pain is crippling. 

I clutch my heart to save it from its downfall 

Trying to ignore its insistent plea and lamenting call 

Tampered pieces of my heart scattered across the hall 

Yet I ignored it to keep my sanity…

For you could only ever be my Ge after all…

I clutched my chest protectively in an attempt to still its harsh pounding. The truth that unveiled before my very eyes had been enough to draw shock. I could literally feel the pain radiate to my lungs, making breathing a hard labor. I stumbled on a cushion, feeling my strength dissipating from my body.

My phone played a familiar melody and I instinctively pressed the 'read' button. Like what I expected, it was a message from someone who had always been so painfully dear to my heart. I smiled tearfully. He had invited me to have dinner with him at his yacht. My heart fluttered blissfully in its cage at the thought of it and I didn't know what I feel anymore. It was like a tug of war between two opposing forces that are too strong; neither wanting to let go.

A solitary bead of tear escaped the rim of my eye before I could stop it. With shaking hands, I texted my little sister; telling her to get her most beautiful cocktail dress ready tonight.


Chun Wu
"It's hard to pretend you love someone when you don't but it's harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you deeply do."

Ella Chen
"It hurts when you find out that the person you love feels the same about you but you just have to step back to avoid conflicts."

Aaron Yan
"Sometimes, persons who are afraid of engaging in a relationship are the ones who know what it's actually like."

Hebe Tian
"It hurts when you know you both love each other but you can't be together just because it has to be like that."

▌ H A L F L I F E ▐
"Should I be happy because we know each other or should I cry because that's as far as we can get?"

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It was a regular day when the sun’s rays reflected mightily, passing through the thick white clouds. Like the usual routines, students were rushing busily to finish the list of requirements in each of their subjects. A clumsy girl in low pigtail hair rushed past the swarm of students going up to the floors where their classroom is located. Dark-haired, bangs falling on the level of eyebrows, fair complexion, approximately 5 feet and 4 inches tall, slender, jolly, clumsy.

She sped up clumsily to the fourth floor where her classroom is located, stopping only to bow courteously to professors. Jogging her way to the classroom, she let her backpack fall clumsily from her shoulder and walked inside. The sign on the top of the door panel indicated that she is already in her final year in High School.

A man wearing faded black pants and matching coat that conceals more than half of the white buttoned-up long sleeve polo and its striped black and blue neck tie stood up from where he was sitting on the garden chair. Steadying his footing, so that his black leather shoes crunched the fallen leaves upon is feet, he roamed his eyes around the campus. He trailed his gaze from the black-painted gate, to the array of trees that lines the school grounds, to the school buildings where only a few students stood outside, to the classroom where the pigtail-haired girl went into, and finally to the small, black, leather notebook in his hands.

He scribbled a few more notes in his notebook before tucking it in his coat's inside pocket. Taking a deep breath of fresh morning air, he walked his way towards the building he has been looking at for a while now. He looked utterly out of place in a school uniform. Its thick material failed to hide his well-toned body and his stern, collected face with prominent jawlines spells authority. His eyes, hawk-like, give anyone the impression that he's not someone to mess up with. He looked elite, classy, manly, and far-fetched from the brawny, unkempt and long-haired boys who are usually seen inside the campus. It's definitely not unexpected that his presence arouses murmur and too much attention than necessary.

This is a good start for a great mission. The girl doesn't look like someone who's hard to convince. She doesn't look like someone from a well-providing family. A little persuasion, a little money, a little charm and she's definitely going to give in. He's been taught how to gauge the personality and weakness of a person and he's been good at it. He could do it to anyone without being suspicious. The only person whom he cannot quite read is his master, who seems to be wearing a thousand faces you wouldn't know which is which. But this girl? She doesn't look like someone who's hard to please. He has the money, he has the strength, the charisma and the looks and he's going to use it to his advantage.

He stopped in front of a semi-open classroom door and knocked five times before opening it fully, revealing himself to about fifty pairs of eyes looking directly at him. Flashing a dazzling smile addressed to the female professor in front of him, he entered the room casually and gave her a perfectly courteous bow. Giggles erupted from the room and as he raised his head, he looked directly into the professor's eyes saying, "Good morning professor. I am Okcat, the transfer student from the United States. Pleased to meet you." He turned his eyes to the expectant crowd of teenagers and, like what he'd foreseen, he saw shining black eyes of a girl with bangs that fall on her eyebrows staring at him.

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A man in his mid thirties smiled as he listened to the person on the other line speak. He leaned comfortably on his office table and nodded his head in appreciation. He uttered a brief 'thank you' and ended the call.

Sighing to himself, he pulled out his drawer and took a small notebook. Taking note of the date and time, he scribbled a few words on it and tucked it safely on the pocket of his black office suit.

The good news lit his gloomy day and he rewarded himself by retiring to his house earlier than before. He wouldn't need to work overtime by now; not anymore when everything he wanted are going on as planned.

However, by the time he reached his car, something quite unnatural caught his eyes. A dark silhouette of a man sitting in his car, which was parked two blocks away from his, was unbelievably disturbing. He had seen the very same car for about two weeks now. He stared curiously at the direction of the car and scanned it for any unfriendly signs. Seeing nothing peculiar, except for the fact that the man seated on the driver seat seemed to be staring back at him, he decided to ignore the growing paranoia and anxiety in his heart. He opened the door, sat and buckled up before he drove off.

The moment he reached his house, he immediately jumped off the car and hurried his way to the door. Now his unsettling feeling was confirmed. Brushing his right hand against his hips, his cold fingers skimmed past the heavy metal gun tucked in a holster attached to his belt. The lights in his mansion were turned off and the only light present was the one coming from the masters' bedroom in the second floor. He tried to swallow the worry gnawing at him but to no avail.

Undeniably, this was the most dangerous gamble of his life but he could not let his family suffer the consequences of his actions. He had no spare time to think who betrayed his trust. Right now, he had a family to rescue.

But before he could even make a move to push the front door open, a crippling pain stabbed his right leg, and another shot at his lower back. The muffled sound of the gunshot reverberated in the dark night as he fell helplessly on the moist ground.

Earlier the evening, he thought he had already won the game. And now, by the way the situation was asserted, it looked like he had assessed the state of things wrongly.

He stared at the man whose gun was pointed at his chest, directly over his heart. Through the look in the man's eyes, he knew that he didn't want to do what he had done and was about to do. Nevertheless, he knew that the final judgement regarding the length of his life was not for the gun-armed man to make.

He looked sympathetically at the assassin. Reaching out a hand, he slipped it inside his coat. The coarse metal pressed against his chest harder. "Don't move!" a strong, authoritative voice commanded.

He didn't listen. He continued his way while staring boldly at the wide eyes of his killer. Coughing out the pressure in his chest, he tasted the bitterness of his own blood.

"I know that you have no choice but to kill me," he said, his breathing labored. He took out a small notebook and reached out to hand it over to the wide-eyed guy. With trembling hands, the other guy snatched the notebook away; his other hand gripped the gun tighter.

"I know you can't kill a child," the blooded man whispered with much difficulty. He tried to catch his breath as his vision began to darken. Holding his chest as he fought for air, he whispered something barely audible before gripping the gun. The other man's eyes widen even more in surprise as his target pulled the trigger by himself.

A soft sigh pronounced his passing and the guy lost his grip of the gun. It fell on the ground with a soft thud. Staring at the notebook the guy, now dead, had given him, his mind turned into blank.

He is a murderer.

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It's a pleasant Monday morning. No rain clouds seem to threaten the clear blue sky. I made sure that I won't be late for school today. It's not that bad to deviate from my usual routine of tardiness, after all. I grabbed my backpack and hurried my way to the kitchen. After eating several spoonfuls of eggs and bacon, I reached up to kiss my mother goodbye. Careful not to step over my cute cat by the name of Mewy (cute name, eh?) I nearly slip on several flight of stairs leading to the door. I heard my mom's faint voice warning me to be careful.

I've always been a walking disaster and I'm well aware of that. Of course you'd also be if you're in my place, having to live with an idiot of a guy for ten years who irritates you like an alarm clock every single minute. I wonder why I have to meet him? Why did I ever introduce him to that house-for-sale that's two blocks away from our house? I still consider it as the most stupid decision I ever made in ten years.

Stealing a quick glance at the direction of the apartment, I rushed my way out of our gate after making sure that there's no sign of the moron. Being greeted by his ugly face early in a beautiful morning is the least thing I ever wanted to happen right now. Slinging my leg so that I am straddling my bicycle, I pedaled my way off to school.

It's seven o'clock when I reached the school and I was greeted by the the sight of a red porsche parked several meters away from the bicycle parking area. For the umpteenth time, I wondered why gorgeous things go extremely ugly when he's around.

I crouched down as low as I could, eager to make sure that he wouldn't see me. I have a weird inkling that I'm his favorite toy. He likes it when I'm upset so being the sadist that he is, he makes sure that not a day would go by without him terrorizing me.

I sneaked a peak at the direction of the red car while crouching behind a bush. I know that I look quite stupid with my position but I don't care. Getting away from him is my priority. Trailing my eyes to the dark windows, I realized that I cannot make out if there's someone inside. Facing the opposite way slowly, I made a beeline towards the lobby. Desperate to get away, I barely registered the pain that came colliding into a brick wall.

"Ouch! How come there's a brick wall in here?! I think I'm getting a bruise," I muttered under my breath while rubbing my bottom at the same time.

"What are you doing there, burger?" a voice asked.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Wide-eyed, I forced myself to look at the source of the horrible voice. I found myself staring at a guy's face with ugly pointed nose, ugly thin lips, and ugly inquisitive eyes. Yeah, everything about this guy is ugly.

Rolling my eyes for the sheer unluckiness of it all, I muttered under my breath, "What do you think? Looking for you?"

Unable to contain the embarrassment of being caught red handed, I forced myself to stand, swaying clumsily as I went, "It's none of your business. And don't call me burger!"

I saw a smirk draw its way across his face. With an irritating air of arrogance, he said, "Come on, I know you like being called that way. Lots of people would give anything to be on your shoes and be called burger by the most handsome man on the campus." Slinging an arm around me, he ruffled my hair so badly that I doubt I'd be able to comb it straight again. "Come on burger. I know you like me. Lots of people do. I caught you spying on my car, eh? You were waiting for me to turn up all along, stalker burger," he laughed at me while holding me steady, drawing attention from other students.

"Why on earth do I have to suffer the misfortune of --"

"Misfortune of loving me?" he cut off. I'm utterly trembling with anger at the moment. I want to punch him so hard my knuckles turned white at the strong urge to destroy his ugly face.

"You're such a narcissistic asshole! I hate you!" I shouted at the top of my voice, oblivious of the angry looks of the onlookers and admirers of this self-proclaimed campus king.

"No bad language please! Miss Park Minyoung, detention at six o'clock! My office!" A sharp voice echoed from behind us. I tried my best to break free from the clutches of the evil man and, with much difficulty, I forced myself to look at the stern face of our Dean. A strict-looking woman who acts like she's never experienced love from any man her whole life. She fancies every good-looking guy in the campus and she favors whatever they do. I don't have the faintest idea what made her include this stupid guy beside me on her long list.

"But Professor Kang, I'm not the one who started it. This bloke beside me --"

"Enough of the reasoning Miss. I do not tolerate bad manners in my school, let alone someone who acts like a scarlet woman. Proceed to your classroom and meet me in my office at six today," she said pointedly, with a hint of something that resembles jealousy in her tone.

"Correct me if I'm mistaken, Mr. Lee Minho, is it?" batting her eyelashes, she continued as she turned to look at the monster beside me, with a simpering look on her face. "I am pleased that you possess such gentle manners. You may now proceed to your classroom. I will ensure that the inexcusable attitude of Ms. Park will be attended to accordingly," she droned, wearing a sickening smile of a desperate old hag.

Great. Just great. You get what I'm talking about? I might be a walking disaster but Lee Minho is a walking monster! He always gets me into trouble! Another detention in Professor Kang's office. I wonder what she'll get me to clean later. I already cleaned her office windows last month and her toilet last week - all thanks to this evil of a guy beside me.

I'd definitely do anything to stop him from pestering me around. It's Monday and I'm already facing a detention with the old hag. Grudgingly, I wondered what other trouble he'd get me into.

Fan Fiction Lee Min Ho love On Going Park Min-young Stories

At last I'm home and I'll be able to use my laptop again. It's the only thing that could help me forget the miserable day I had, yet again, having to live with that self-proclaimed King of the Campus. Why do I have to suffer the misfortune of having to meet him? He has a serious case of narcissism.

Something popped. A survey:


Have you ever met someone who's like a paranoid pain in the ass?

Oh yes I definitely did.

Someone whose face you want to punch so hard?

Yes but I doubt it's gonna do much damage to his rhino-like skin.

Have you ever met someone who likes to make your life even more miserable than it already is?

And he doesn't stop until it's one percent less miserable than yesterday.

If you'd be given the chance to change something in the past, what would it be?

I would surely do my best to prevent us from ever meeting. I hate him so much I'm trembling with anticipation. My life would be a million times better without that idiot!

If you are finished answering the survey, please click the SUBMIT button. You will be well informed of the result after one month. Thank you for your cooperation.

I blinked. One month? That's quite a long time. Anyway, it doesn't matter. It's entirely hopeless. I'm stuck with that Lee Min Ho for the rest of my life.

Chosen Soundtrack:

My Life Would Suck Without You

-Kelly Clarkson

Completed Fan Fiction Hwang Chansung love Oh Rinri One Shot

The warm caress of the afternoon sun touched my cheeks in a friendly gesture. The breeze is just lovingly refreshing, as if gearing me up for a new day of intense practice sessions. We've been practicing for next week's competition for a month already and I do not know if our hard work will pay off.


Still, I hope it will.


After all, we're all giving our best during practices. Who wouldn't? Especially when you have that Hwang Chansung as your dance instructor? I can still remember his sharp criticisms and painful feedbacks to me yesterday.


I always give my best during practices but it's not my fault that I accidentally twisted my feet in the middle of a difficult stunt. Hey! It's not like I am an expert in ballet. I'm still a novice. I originally am a hip-hop dancer but the competition next week is a ballet one so we have no choice. I have quite a few backgrounds with ballet dancing but they're not enough to meet the qualifications of that grumpy dance instructor of ours. We're just of the same age but he's the president of our dance club so he's the one taking charge of everything. And everything includes the unending lectures about how lousy and eye irritating my moves are.

He could've just assisted me and told me how to do it properly. It's not easy to switch from hip-hop to ballet, nor is it easy to convert rough moves to graceful ones.

His horrible criticisms fueled me with perseverance so I practiced at home last night and my tendon almost tore in the process. I don't want to disappoint him again. Moreover, I don't want to be a constant burden to my co-dancers. I can feel them giving me death glares whenever Hwang Chansung asks us to repeat everything from the top.

I entered the hall cautiously. Everyone is preparing for the practice. It's quite confusing, in fact. Why are they practicing for the practice, anyway? That doubles the agony.

I placed my stuff in the locker and started getting ready. The exact moment I finished stretching, our instructor came in. At the sound of the door screeching, I turned at the person who just walked in and realized that he's looking my way all along. Who am I talking about here? Hwang Chansung.

He clapped his hands twice, indicating us to get into formation. I jogged to my place as fast as I can before something undesirable happens. The music started playing in the background.

"From the top guys," he said. "This time, I want everything perfect. Next week will be the competition proper. I don't want you slipping and twisting your ankles while doing the stunts," he threw a sardonic look at me and then back at the team again. "That would taint our reputation."


I scoffed mentally. This time, you want everything perfect? You always want everything to be perfect. You're a perfectionist when it comes to the theatrical things but your life is a mess!

How ironic could that be?!

I can never forget the time Kwon Jaemin, my best friend, came to me in tears. She was Chansung's girlfriend and they broke up a year ago. Jaemin saw Chansung hugging another woman from behind and, hurt as she was, she broke everything off between the two of them the day after. She cannot even bear to ask him for an explanation.

I'm glad, though, that Jaemin saw that someone's better off for her instead of Chansung. Proud as I am, Jaemin already moved on with another guy, someone who deserves her better.


We glided across the dance floor according to the beat and harmony of the soft music. I gave my best in the turning and twisting but I lost my footage in the next jump, making me lose my balance and bumping with another dancer.

I cringed inwardly, anticipating for the worse. Why on Earth did I lose my footage on that jump?! I practiced last night and everything just seemed so perfect! What happened just now?


A shrill derogatory voice from behind snapped me out of my thoughts, "What is happening to you, Rinri?! What's with those feet of yours?! Aren't you even ashamed that you're the only one who's pulling all our performances down?"

He turned to glare at me and said, "Such a nuisance."

My heartbeat was furious against my rib cage. How dare he tell me that I'm a nuisance! I'm giving my best in here!


"From the top," he declared, shooting me an angry glance.

I drew a deep breath before getting to my feet. It's really hopeless.


Before I knew it, our practice was already finished. But I still have some unfinished business I have to settle. I saw Hwang Chansung preparing his belongings; getting ready to head out. Without further thoughts, I walked towards his direction, my head held high in a confident tilt.

"I want to speak with you," I said, trying to keep my face prim.

He turned to me and arched a brow up. "Yes, Miss Twisted feet?" he replied.

Though I'm already fuming inside, I tried to be calm. "I just want to ask why you're always giving me the most difficult stunts and whenever I cannot make it, you tend to embarrass me to the whole club by criticizing me with your degrading words," I said, my face is blank from any emotion. I don't want him to know how hurt I've become.

He faced me fully and said, "I gave you the easiest stunts, Rinri. And even the easiest, you cannot handle. Do you really consider yourself as a dancer?"

I can feel colour creeping to my cheeks. How dare he doubt my credibility?!

"As a matter of fact, I do. Because being a dancer isn't only about having a perfect set of feet. It's about dedication and commitment," I said firmly, as if trying to clear his clouded judgement with my words.

Instead of getting the desired reaction I was expecting to get from him, I got nothing but a cynical laugh. He laughed in my face and once he's done, he muttered while sending me an insulting gaze, "You're lousy. Just like your best friend."

I was fueled with rage when I heard him bringing up the issue about my best friend. I gritted my teeth in anger when I remembered what he did to her. I can take it, no matter how derogatory his words come out, if it's only me whom he's trampling on. Just... don't mention my best friend.

I can feel my hand stiffen and without warning, I gave him a sharp slap on his left cheek. He looked at me with burning eyes that matched my angry ones. I challenged him through my sharp, intense gaze. I said through gritted teeth, "I can take whatever you say to me but don't you dare bring Jaemin up in here. She deserves better. She hates you."

I took a step back, clutching my bag with my right hand. "And I loathe you," I continued, before completely turning my heels and head home.

His guts! That thick-faced moron! Who does he think he is?!


I made my way to the dark alley that leads the way to my apartment. My right hand is still red from the slap I gave him. I guess I slapped him pretty hard. I don't regret a single thing, though. He deserves everything he got. It's worth it. Or maybe, it's worth more. I want to give him a twin slap on both cheeks to flatten his always-fuming face!


Still, I cannot get over what he said to me. How dare he involve Jaemin in all of these?! She deserves better! And he's talking like everything had been Jaemin's fault! He has no right to get mad in one way or another. He's the one who cheated her and now, he's still has it in his decaying guts to get mad?!

I kicked a strayed stone in frustration and it rolled its way until it left my sight. How can everyday be an unlucky day?

How can I continue dancing without meeting him? Without being criticized by someone as heartless as him? It's my fault, anyway. Why did I have to vote him with he ran for presidency? If only he'd showed his real attitude back then, I wouldn't think twice in voting his opponent.

I was busy with my soliloquy that I didn't realize someone was making his way towards me from the opposite part of the alley.

I frowned.


I cannot remember a guy about my age ever crossed this alley.

Another frown made its way on my brow.

Because he's not alone. Another one came out of the shadows.

I can feel my heart palpitating in a nervous rhythm.

Another one appeared; his hand in the pocket of his jacket.

Looking from one guy to another, I can feel my lips turning numb. Instinctively, I turned my heels, ready to go back but another set of guys met my vision. There is another three of them. I looked from one side to another, my eyes reflecting horror. Their footsteps are fast approaching. Spotting a smaller alley in front of me, I clutched my bag tighter and made my way to it as fast as I could.


Beads of cold perspiration are seeping out of my pores and my breathing came fast and shallow from nervousness. I cannot think of anything coherent in this very moment. The only thing that my mind is focused about is getting away from the unknown persons as much as possible. There isn't any light and I cannot see a single thing. It's so dark yet the darkness didn't lessen my speed. I accidentally stumbled in a pile of barrels and I lost my balance. I fell on the wet cement hard. Wincing, I tried to stand as fast as I could. I looked back and I saw them running after me. All the six of them. My heart rate doubled in duration and intensity. My eyes are eclipsed with horror about what may happen.


But I guess the unlucky encounter with Chansung later this day wasn't the end. I reached the end of the narrow alley... and to my dismay, there's nothing else but a tall wall.

The next thing I knew is that a flashlight is spotted on my face. It's so bright that I cannot recognize the face of my possible attackers.

"What do we have here?" I heard a deep voice echoed in my ears.

"HyunSeung, what do you think?"

"Ask the leader. Doon Joon will know what to do," the one with the name HyunSeung said.

I frowned. What are they talking about? What are they planning to do to me?!

"Y-you... You can get my money. My bag o-or everything. Just p-please don't hurt-t m-me..." I begged with my literally shaking voice. I stretched my hand and offered them the bag I was clutching.

But the group didn't even entertain my offer.

"Jun Hyung, you have a better idea? You're already tired of the sex slave you have in your closet, right?" someone from among the group asked. I think he's their leader.

My eyes widen in horror. What do they mean 'sex slave'?!

I can see a silhouette of someone making his way towards me. His hands are in his black leather jacket. I cringed in fear. What will become of me now?

The guy squatted before me and held my trembling chin. I tried my best to shove him away but he didn't even budge. I can feel him scrutinizing me as he turned my face from side to side.

"Yo Seob, she's not my type. I bet she's not good in bed," the Jun Hyung guy said. I sighed mentally in relief, despising the comment.

The flashlight traveled through my body and I held my legs together in response. I bet he's the one named Yo Seob.

"If only Chansung didn't quit the group... he'd always described his interest to have long brown hair, slim body and innocent eyes. Pity..." Yo Seob said, his eyes hidden in the darkness. "I'll take her, though. She'll do for tonight."

Before the guy holding the flashlight can take another step towards me, I forced myself to ask, "What do you mean Chansung?"

The guy gave me a sly grin, "Hwang Chansung was our leader. He quit the group last month. You can ask me whatever you want as long as you join me in bed tonight."

I protested by kicking and punching when he laid his hand on my shoulder. I shrieked in horror as I try to free myself from his grip.

What will become of me now? I don't want to be a victim of some horrid gang! And Chansung?! That guy... was a part of this gang once?! The revelation tainted my impression to him even more.

Just as I was trying my best to shrug away from the hands that are possessively seeking their way over my body, a familiar manly voice echoed in the darkness of the night, "Let go of her."

My eyes turned to look at the intruder, feeling my hopes being lifted rather higher.

I squinted my eyes, trying to see who my possible saviour was.

"Who... Who are you? Please help... please help me..." I said in a helpless plea.

"Ah... Chansung. What brought you here?"

I can feel my heart sink at the mention of his name. I don't know what will happen next.

Chansung remained silent.

"You want her to yourself? Why not? Just come back to the group."

"Shut up Doo Joon. I gave you my word weeks ago," Chansung's cold voice reverberated. I've never heard his voice so calm and yet so ferocious at the same time.

"I quit BEAST and I will never go back. There's more to life than doing savage things," he said.

Before I knew it, a guy lunged over him and attempted to give him a punch. The darkness of the night made me oblivious of what was actually happening. I cannot see clearly and all I know is that they are fighting. Six against one.

I can feel concern for Chansung welling up my heart. Will he be alright after this? Can he beat the guys all alone?

I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw the guys scramming away. Chansung was a good one, indeed. But nonetheless, I didn't know what he will do to me.

He kneeled before me and laid his hands over my shaking shoulders.

"Go away..." I murmured, my head feeling dizzy.

But he didn't. Instead, he slid his strong arm under my knees and one in my back. He lifted me up. I was too tired to even protest. I can feel my eyelids getting heavy.

The only thought that's running in my head over and over again is...

"Why?"


The rays from the morning sun peeped its way to my tired eyes. Slowly, I tried to get up, contemplating what happened and how I end up in my apartment safely. The last thing I remember is Hwang Chansung's face.

I sat at the edge of my bed while holding my head in between my hands.

"You're finally awake," my head snapped up towards the owner of the strangely familiar voice.

"What are you doing here?!" I asked; my voice is strong in its repugnance.

I watched as he walked his way to the couch situated at the edge of my room. His messy spiky hair is covering half of his weary eyes. He looked like he didn't sleep at all.

"What are you doing here?!" I repeated my own question.

Instead of answering me, he leaned back comfortably at the couch and closed his eyes. I felt insulted.

"Hwang Chansung, I want you out of my apartment this instant!" I shouted in a firm tone.

"That's what you're going to say to me after I rescued you? How grateful of you," he said softly.

I gritted my teeth. How dare he flaunt over my face with his act last night! "I didn't ask you to rescue me, did I?"

He tilted his head to one side and remained silent.

I sighed in resignation. There's no point arguing with this chivalrous idiot.

"Ah! I see. You were a part of that group that's why you have it in your blood the same filthy traits they have. You with your sharp criticisms!" I remarked boldly and turned to get out of my room.

I was about to turn the open the doorknob when a hand held me firmly on my elbows.

"What--"

"You don't know a lot of things about me," he said.

"I don't care about who you are and I'm not interested in getting to know you," I rebutted.

"You won't say that especially because it has something to do with your best friend," he stated. A frown made its way to my brow. What does he mean? I hate how he made me curious about his personality. I don't care about who he is and what he's capable of but when it comes to Jaemin, I cannot help but be worried.

I sighed, "Fine. Tell me about it."

He shook his head lightly, "No, Rinri. You have to win the Crystal Arabesque tomorrow first."

"What?!"

He kept mum and strolled out of my apartment callously.

I was left inside my room, hyperventilating. What does he mean?! Why do I have to win the Crystal Arabesque? Why is it so important to him?! And what does it have to do with anything?!

The unending applause from the crowd didn't help in calming my palpitating heart. I rubbed my hands together to ease the coldness enveloping them. Everything could've been over if only Hwang Chansung didn't announce to our group that I will be taking the place of the solo because his partner accidentally strained her ankle in the last leap during the group competition. I was thankful because I didn't mess up my moves during the group. Now, what am I supposed to do? I will be doing the solo and I have no idea what's going on in Chansung's mind! He just has that stupid sly smile plastered on his lips! Darn him for putting me into this!

I will be doing the solo. What am I supposed to do?!

I have no choice but to do my best in the twirling and all. I'm doing this for Jaemin, though a part of me wanted to know the mystery behind the real Hwang Chansung. As hard it is for me to admit, I am curious about his real identity. I want and I need to win the Crystal Arabesque tonight or he will keep his mouth shut.

I heaved a deep breath when our names were already announced. We will do an interpretative ballet.

Chansung held my hand and I glared at him. He smiled in response. How ironic. I'm completely clueless about what's in his thoughts. But this isn't the right time to wonder about it.

I tried my best to portray my sweetest smile to the crowd.

The song was "Angel's Brought Me Here" and we have to interpret it.


I have no practice and I'm going to do it impromptu. Chansung promised to guide me along, though.

The music started to flow and I began to twirl on my tiptoes. I tried my best to interpret the song through my moves. I have to be gentle and graceful. And as much as I hate it, I have to pretend that I'm so in love with Chansung. I have to have soft eyes, which are eclipsed with intense longing and love for him. I have to hold him possessively against me.

The chorus started to play and he held me by the waist tight, his eyes are soft and are staring at me in an intensity that surprised me. He drew his face close to me. He's so close that his minty breath fanned my cheeks and his lips are sending me butterfly kisses all over my face. I lifted my hand and laid them over his left cheek gently and gracefully. He leaned in my touch and closed his eyes. He twirled me over and dipped me over before holding me in his arms again.

His hand made its way to my thigh and he gently guided it until it's circling his waist. I cannot protest. We're in the middle of the competition so I have no choice but to play along. I circled my arms in his neck and drew him nearer. I can smell a fragrance so unique. I cannot remember smelling it from anywhere else but from him.

The music continued to play and the lights changed from light pink to a hue of light blue to silvery beams. Smoke covered half of our body, adding effects to the feeling we're trying to portray. I do not know but having him so close to such proximity is starting to get to me. My heart is reacting to his touch.

Before we knew it, I can hear the crowd applauding and cheering over us.

My heart warmed when I heard their voice. It fueled me with determination and slowly, it dissolved the nervousness I feel. I smiled longingly at my partner and he did the same as we move our body along with the gentle harmony of the music.

The song ended before I knew it. I smiled at the cheering crowd and bowed gracefully with Chansung holding my hand high.

We headed backstage where the rest of the group were.

"That was so great, Rinri!"

"Thanks, Nichkhun," I smiled gratefully.

Taecyeon extended his hand and gave me a warm handshake, "How was it for an unrehearsed number? That was so graceful!"

"Yeah. I can feel the song with the way you move with Chansung!" complimented the smiling Wooyoung.

"Thanks a lot guys," I said sincerely.

"I was getting carried away. It made me wonder if that was interpretative or that was real."

"Oh stop joking around Kim Junsu," I glared at him playfully.

After the small chat I had with the guys, we waited for the announcement of the winner.

Nervous as I am, I settled on one corner and bit my lower lip. It doesn't matter. Win or lose, I gained another experience. I never thought that I can do the solo extempore.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen. We have the results now," the hosts announced.

I can feel my heart rate intensifying. My stomach is circling in an uncomfortable manner. I can feel my head forming beads of sweats.

"The Crystal Arabesque goes to..."


On the way home, Chansung told me to ride with him. He promised to tell me everything about it. I won the Crystal Arabesque trophy and he has to keep his promise.

I kept silent all throughout the ride. I still cannot explain why my heart beat rapidly when we were at the stage. Having his body close to mine and how my body reacted was something I cannot explain either. Why am I reacting this way?! No. I have to stop myself.

"Congratulations," he said.

I scoffed lightly and turned to him. I never expected him to congratulate me. Based from the way he treated me before, I never thought he has it in him to praise someone.

"I proved it to you that I can also do it," I said without looking at him. I kept my eyes trailed on the road. The night is dark as we head back.

After a short pause, he said, "I know you can..."

Curiosity hit me. What's happening and why is he acting so strangely?

"What kind of air got into you?" I asked. My brows pulled together in wonder. Since when did he become kind?

Little did I notice that he drove me to an unfamiliar road.

"Where are we?" I asked, desperately demanding for an answer.

But Chansung never failed to frustrate me to no end. He stopped and went out of the car. My eyes followed his figure. I went out of the car myself. The moon was full and silvery and the sky was cloudless. The coldness of the night seeped through my thin sweater but I tried my best to control my shivering.

"I'm sorry for hurting you," Chansung said, his eyes looked so distant.

"You didn't hurt me. You hurt Jaemin," I countered, keeping my hands balled inside the pockets of my pants in an attempt to warm them a little.

"She's the one who broke off with me," he said.

I taunted bitterly, "Because she saw you hugging another girl! What do you expect?!"

His eyes remained hidden in the shadows and I cannot see the expression he has in his face. He leaned back the car and sighed, "We weren't hugging. We were practicing for a dance but your friend didn't even listen to me when I was trying to explain everything to her."

My brows furrowed, wondering if I heard him right. "What?" I managed to whisper.

"Yes," came his short reply.

I swallowed the lump forming on my throat. If he's telling the truth, then it only means that I misjudged him. I should've heard him first before judging him. My fault... "I'm sorry."

"For what?" he asked gently.

"I said horrible things to you without hearing you out," I reasoned, lowering my head in shame.

"Yeah. You should be sorry," he said monotonously.

And for that, I smacked his arm. Hard.

He flinched and rubbed his arm. "What was that for?!" he seethed.

"How can you be so thick-skinned?!" I rebuked.

"You hurt me," he reasoned.


"Of course I did!" it's not like I'm denying it either.

"No. You hurt me so you should be sorry," he said, turning to look at me.

I wrinkled my brow in response, "Do you wear your heart on your sleeve?"

He shook his head lightly, "No Rinri. I treated you badly because I wanted to hurt you the way you hurt me."

What does he mean by that? He was the one hurting me for the past months.

"I don't understand. I cannot even remember doing so--" he cut me off.

"I don't really love Jaemin but I tried to love her. You see, she doesn't trust me one single bit," he said.

I kept quiet, waiting for him to continue.

"You're the one I really want to pursue but I know that you don't have feelings for me. You weren't even hurt when Jaemin and I started dating..." he said. Bitterness was evident in his voice. I can feel my lips trembling slightly at the uncovered truth.


"Then, Jaemin broke our relationship," he continued, releasing a frustrated sigh.

"Still, you were oblivious," he said while shaking his head, as if trying to contemplate what happened. "And I started hating you and hurting you by giving you the difficult steps in the dance."

"But up until now, I still have to convince myself that I hate you. But no. These overwhelming feelings I have for you won the battle," he said helplessly.

"I... I wanted to end my suffering. I've been holding on to these feelings I have for you for two years. I cannot take it anymore. I decided that if you win the competition, I'll confess to you. If you don't, I'll leave you alone and I'll transfer to another school..."

"But you won..."

He sighed.

"So here I am..."

"What?" I was puzzled by all the revelations left uncovered. So that explains why he hated me.

Before I knew it, he turned to face me.

"You know what? I quit the gang for you. It's been a month since Jaemin broke my heart and it's been two years since you're breaking my heart. I decided that I want to be a better person for you," he said. I can feel the sincerity in his voice tugging at my heart,

"It doesn't matter how you'll take it. I just want you to know, " he asserted sadly and opened the door for me to enter.

I was shocked and for a moment, I do not know how to react. I never thought that the emotions I felt for him when we were dancing, the way my body reacted to his touch, the way I held him against me... they were all interpretation, and not of the song but of the real feelings I have for him

The longing in his eyes when he looked at me then, the way he held my body against him, the way he caressed my skin gently, the expression of love he had in his eyes when we were dancing... they weren't simple interpretation because he was obliged to do so by the song.

They were all real.

And that ignited a spark from within my heart I never knew was already there.

"Get in. It's getting late. I'll take you home," he said, sadness was apparent in his eyes no matter how he tried to conceal it with a forced smile.

I drew a deep breath and said firmly, "No."

"What?"

I spun him around and pinned him against car. He looked at me strangely.

"I hate you," I said, my look in his eyes is unwavering.

He looked away and swallowed hard. Blinking his tears away, he muttered without looking at me, "I.... I understand..."

"I hate you," I repeated.

"I..."

"I hate you," I repeated once again, leaving him no room to talk.

He gave me a flustered look and began to explain desperately, "Look, it's not my fault that I fell for--"

"I hate you for being a coward!" I exclaimed.

"What?"

I walked out. How can he be so dumb?!


I was about to enter the car but a hand grabbed me firmly by the elbow. He spun me around and made me face him.

"What do you mean?" he asked. His voice is desperately seeking for an explanation.

"What I mean?" I copied his question.

But I will not give him any more explanation.

Balancing in my tiptoes, I kissed him lopsidedly on the lips. It was just a quick, gentle, affectionate peck but I delivered to him all the explanation he needed through it.

I stared at him and he looked at me in an intensified stare that warmed my heart. Smiling widely to himself, he held me by the waist securely and pulled me in for a breathtaking kiss. He held me possessively against him and kissed me thoroughly, leaving me no room to talk or even breath.


I reciprocated his affection with equal fervour, pulling him to me with my arms around his neck. Our lips moved against each other in a mating rhythm. We poured our special feelings to one another through it until we gasped for air.

Panting, I smiled when I realized that he got my message, "That's what I mean..."

Ella Chen Fan Fiction love On Going Stories Wu Chun

… because sometimes, persons who are good in taking care of others, are also those persons who are in need of someone who will take care of them.

Ella sat comfortably on the soft cushion in the middle of the Hebe’s living room. She browsed the magazines, flipping each pages one by one and settled on the sports corner. She was reading the columns when Hebe came down from the kitchen with a tray of snacks on her hands. When she saw her, Ella immediately stood up from the sofa and strode her way to Hebe, trying to offer her assistance. Hebe then, refused her offer and asked her to sit back on the couch because she’s the visitor.

Hebe settled the tray in the centre table and sat on the couch opposite Ella’s. She grabbed a piece of cookie and started eating.

“So, how have you been?” Ella asked as she reached out for the glass of orange juice Hebe prepared. Hebe raised a brow at her, as if asking her to elaborate further. “I mean, about you and… the guy,” she said, unable to name the person she’s pertaining to.

Hebe licked her lips thoughtfully and said, “I’m fine Ella. After all, I know that in time, he will learn to love me too.” She smiled at her and grabbed another piece of cookie.

Ella drew a deep breath and tried to shove away the tinge of pain she felt in her heart when she heard Hebe’s statement. She’s always been there for her. Why is it that she never noticed her importance in her life? She’s willing to give her everything she could ever want. Why can’t she just give her a chance to prove herself?

“Hebe, I’m always here for you,” she assured her, reaching out to place a hand over Hebe’s. She tried to stop herself from opening the topic about the two of them; about her real feelings for her. She wanted and needed them to be more than friends. She’d always felt something beyond sisterly love for Hebe since they were in puberty stage. But Hebe doesn't feel the same. For her, Ella’s just another friend.

Though the state of things isn’t easy for Ella, she refuses to let go just yet. She’d been holding on to this love for her best friend for more than a decade and she will not let those years of waiting for her love to be requited go to waste. She will stay in Hebe’s side until she realized that she’s the one for her, that she’ll be happy with her; that she can give her everything other men cannot.

Hebe merely smiled at the thoughtful act of her friend and gently removed her hand from Ella’s hold. She reached for a glass of juice and took a quick sip. She had been Ella’s friend since they were in preschool. She knows everything about Ella and she’s not dumb enough to deny the fact that her friend is always trying to make steps and advances on her. And yet, Hebe refused to ditch away their years of being friends only because of Ella’s insistent feelings for her.

“Don’t worry about me, Ella. I can take care of myself. And besides, I just met a man last month. He approached me when I was crying because I saw Aaron with another girl. That was after I told you that I need some time alone,” Hebe narrated, happiness is reflecting from her eyes as she recalled the scene. The man was undeniably handsome. His gestures portray protection and strength.

Ella took a glance at Hebe as she told her the story about how the man she just met wiped her tears with a tissue and comforted her like he had known her for years already. He had been there for a stranger. Ella kept her eyes on the magazine with her head hanging low so that Hebe will not see how she scrunched her nose in indignation on how Hebe described his features. She said he has spiky black hair, with his bangs covering half of his beautiful doe-like eyes; he has royalty-carved nose; prominent cheekbones; strong and manly jaw line; kissable, thin, and luscious lips. He has broad shoulders, towering height, and hypnotic smile.

Ella’s lips twitched in disgust. Hebe must’ve been exaggerating the state of things. How can someone look like an alive and breathing Adonis? They’re already faced-out in this world.

“So you sought comfort from other person’s arms after you turned down my concern for you?” Ella muttered softly, trying to convey to her friend the pain seeping through her heart in the least confusing way. She doesn't want Hebe to feel bad and guilty but she thought she needed to know how she feels. She just ditched away her assistance and offer of help, saying she wants to be alone. And yet, she just wanted a man’s presence. She knows that she doesn't have all the necessary parts to be a man but she is man at heart. She’s as strong as a man. She knows that. But Hebe couldn't see it.

Hebe’s eyes widen at Ella’s mild accusation. She shook her head from side to side, and tried to explain herself to her friend, “It’s not like that Ella. It’s just that I found him amusing. I’m just sharing an experience Ella. I’m not trying to replace you in my heart.” Hebe explained herself sincerely, though at times, she can also feel herself getting a little fed-up because of Ella’s intrusion in her personal life.

Hebe looked down. After all, Ella was right. A part of her wanted a man’s strength, a man’s support, and a man’s care. She’s still a woman, and she wanted a man to be her other half. She wanted a pleasant and romantic love story but whenever a man is there to approach her and shows interest in her, Ella will always do something to get that man out of their lives. She never wanted anyone to get near her. And it killed her chances for a good relationship with other man.

It’s a good thing that Ella didn't intrude in her relationship with Aaron, after she asked her not to, of course. Hebe had been in love with Aaron since she was in her college years but Aaron’s attitude is inexcusable. And yet, she refuses to give up just yet. She will not give up on him. She will just let him enjoy his womanizing ways. After all, when everything is over, when he finally realized that he’s sick of the way his world evolves, she knows that he will come back to her.

“It’s okay. I understand that I am not good enough for you, Hebe. But I will not give up. I will protect you no matter what,” Ella said in pure determination.

Hebe nodded her head, smiling lightly. Good thing Ella understands her. “Anyway, how’s your relationship with Jiro? I heard that you had a fight together,” Hebe inquired. She felt sorry for the poor guy when she figured out from Selina that Jiro got beaten up by Ella. From what she’d gathered, Ella beat Jiro up because she doesn't want him to approach her (Hebe). So, to sum it up, Jiro was beaten because of her. She bit her lip at the thought.

Ella’s face broke in an unfriendly smirk, “Yeah. I haven’t seen him for the past weeks. That poor guy. He’s not even man enough to fight back. I don’t want other guys taking advantage of you, Hebe. So, when you told me that you want to be left alone, I followed him. I cornered him in an alley and I beat him up. I wasn’t contented yet but a friend of him came and intruded.”

Hebe nodded, trying to picture what happened in her mind. Ella was way too much but she’s trying to be patient with her. Ella needs attention and support from a friend because she barely has one.

“The other guy shoved that poor man aside and aimed at me. I was about to beat him too but he refused to continue our match, saying that I was a girl,” Ella’s face flared up when she recalled how that man degraded her personality. She hates it when people call her a girl. She doesn't want to be one and she refused to acknowledge the thought that she has feminine parts. If she’ll be given the chance to change her gender, she’ll most definitely choose to be a guy. Then, she could ask Hebe’s hand for marriage.

“That bulky man refused to fight with me, saying and stressing that I was a girl,” Ella ranted, her nose flaring in exasperation. “But before I left, I threatened them not to step a single toe out of line,” she smiled triumphantly as she finished her story.

Hebe smiled at her friend. Ella’s willpower sure is strong but she knows that somewhere inside Ella’s heart, there’s still a soft spot. Despite her cold and strong exterior, she’s still a girl.

And, though how much she tried to shove it, she can never erase that one obvious fact.

A familiar tone emanating from Hebe’s phone cut their conversation. Hebe excused herself and reached out for her phone. The number wasn't registered on her phone book  Nonetheless, she pressed a green button and placed the phone close to her ears, “Hebe Tian speaking. Who is this?”

A vaguely familiar voice greeted from the other line and Ella watched as Hebe’s frown morphed in a delighted smile. She cannot make much sense of what the two are talking over the phone but she sure knows that whatever it is, it passed Hebe’s liking.

“No. No it’s fine. Don’t worry I’ll come,” she heard Hebe said. And then, she was silent again, listening to what the person on the other line is saying.

“Yeah. Okay then. I’ll be ready. But… can I bring a friend with me?” Hebe asked lightly, and took a glance at the eating Ella. Though Ella isn't looking at her, she heard clearly what Hebe had said. She’s thankful, though, that despite what she did to Jiro, Hebe didn't change her treatment to her.

“Yeah. Thank you… bye,” she said and cut the phone call. She turned to Ella, smiling widely.

“Ella, be ready at six tonight, okay? We’re going to watch a movie together,” Hebe said in an excited tone.

Ella frowned and sipped a few drops of her juice, “We and who?”

Hebe’s smile didn't waver a bit. Instead, it even grew wider, “Wu Chun.”




A man wearing his black, snugly fitting collared shirt, dark blue pants and white rubber shoes stood erectly in front of an apartment. He checked his watch and it beamed five minutes before six. Taking gentle advancing steps, he raised a finger to ring the doorbell.

He remembered how he’d asked her to watch a movie with him earlier that day. This is his chance with her. He tried to look for a perfect timing when he could finally pursue her and after a month of keeping her phone number on the silver platter, he finally gathered all his courage and gave her a call. Asking her for a movie will be the first move to countless more dates he will invite her in. This could’ve been a perfect timing to ask her everything he wanted to know about her, as a foundation, that is. But she’d asked him if she could bring a friend with her. And despite the fact that her friend will spoil the privacy he wanted to have with her, he cannot say no to her either.

A few seconds later, he heard the door screeching open, revealing a dazzling lady with pixie-cut hair. She offered him a smiled and he returned her courtesy with a manly smile. He can still remember the smile she offered him after she finished crying a month ago. It was the same heart-warming smile she’s giving her just now.

“We still have to fetch my friend. Don’t worry. Her apartment is just a few blocks from mine,” Hebe said shortly.

Chun assisted her to the passenger’s seat of his car and started the engine. He sighed. Maybe some other day, he’s going to have his privacy with this alluring lady. Some other day, but definitely not today. He can only hope that Hebe’s friend isn't monstrous. He doesn't want to have the same fate as Jiro’s.

Through Hebe’s assistance and direction, they arrived at Hebe’s friend’s apartment. Chun parked the car just in front of the doorstep. He went out of the car and assisted Hebe by opening the door for her. Murmuring a brief thank you, Hebe made her way to ring the doorbell. Chun stayed behind Hebe, trying to figure out ways on how to make a good impression. After all, it’s not only Hebe whom he needs approval from but also from this friend of hers, whoever she is.

A few minutes later, someone wearing a black baseball cap, grey shirt, black pants and white rubber shoes tore open the door. Chun watched as Hebe’s friend put on her black jacket. Chun wondered how the two of them became the best of friends. Hebe is wearing a pink shirt, khaki skirt and pink flats while her best friend is the total opposite. Quite the contrary, in fact, since she looked like a guy. Her head is hanging low, and he cannot see her eyes with the shadow from the baseball cap covering half of her face.

Hebe reached over and raced a few steps to snake her arms on her best friend’s arms. She smiled brightly, and pulled her friend over to Chun, “Ella, this is Wu Chun. He’s the guy I've been telling you whom I've met about a month ago.”

“Chun, this is Ella, my best friend since God-knows-when,” she introduced the two gleefully. Chun frowned, and tried to squint his eyes to get a clearer view of the person’s face. She looked quite familiar. He extended his hand to offer a handshake, “Hi. I’m Wu Chun.” He tried to flash a dazzling smile while looking at Hebe’s friend. He needs to make a good impression.

The person raised her head and adjusted the baseball cap so that she can get a clearer view of the man whom Hebe had been fanatically telling her about. A smiling man met her eyes and when both of their gazes were already locked at each other, the man’s smile faded gradually and morphed in disbelief.

Pointing an index finger at each other, they said incredulously.

“You?!”

Ella Chen Fan Fiction love On Going Stories Wu Chun

A tall man in his late twenties is walking his way down the narrow path that leads to his apartment. The night is serene and undeniably cold. And yet, despite everything, he can still feel warmth spreading from inside his heart. He smiled thoughtfully when he remembered the sight of the gorgeous short-haired lady he met a few hours ago. She was attractive and demure— just his kind of girl. Despite the streak of tears flowing from her eyes, she still looked gorgeous. He can never miss the twinkle of her eyes when he asked her what’s wrong. He acted as her temporary protector and he felt good being in that position. He’ll make sure that it’ll not be the last time they’ll meet each other.

He halted when he heard a tumultuous sound from an unfriendly brawl echoing across the long, dark alley. Cheers from the wild crowd joined the exchange of derogatory curses between the two persons involved. He was about to continue his own way but he debated otherwise when he heard a familiar voice.

He strode in long and hasty steps until he reached the noisy crowd.

“You’re not going to get away after what you’ve done, you faggot!” he heard someone say and another punch was thrown. One after another.

He struggled to get his way to the two despite the deafening shouts coming from the cheering crowd. He felt empathy awash over him when he saw the blood dripping from his friend’s beaten face.

Anger rose inside him and he instantly made a move to separate the two persons. He stayed in between, putting his friend behind him, as if trying to protect him from the other person.

“I said no one’s allowed to intervene!” the other person shot at him in an angry voice. A punch was about to be thrown to him but he blocked the aiming fist with his hand and, in a swift motion, twisted it behind the person’s back.

His opponent groaned in pain but determination was still apparent in the person’s face. He doesn't know who he is. Definitely, it’s someone who doesn't entertain defeat. The person elbowed him in his gut and broke free from his tight grip. He stumbled a few steps away and tried to regain his balance. He shoved his friend aside and aimed at his charging opponent, ready to smash him with his fist. Just as he was about to hit his opponent on the chest, he abruptly stopped himself, causing him to lose balance and stumble on the black cement.

With a frustrated groan, he looked at the person and seethed in shock, “You’re a girl?!”

The other one reddened in anger and retorted back in gritted teeth, “I’m not a girl!”

The broad man breathed out in exasperation a strangled curse before getting on his feet to help his bleeding friend. “C’mon Jiro. She’s a girl. How come you looked like a beaten meat?” He slung Jiro’s hand over his shoulder and helped him to get up.

“She’s a lesbian Chun,” Jiro muttered, trying to stifle a groan that was about to escape from his lips. “She’s not a pure XY. And besides, I don’t want to fight with her,” he groaned in pain when he pressed his thumb over his burst lips. “She’s still a she.”

“I’m not a girl! And it’s because you’re not strong enough that’s why you got beaten up! Don’t you dare step a toe out of line or I’ll cut your head off!” she adjusted her black jacket and bent down to fix an untied shoelace. After doing so, she looked at the two and smirked before turning her heels and walked off in an overly confident gait.

The crowd of ogling gossip-mongers went off already and the two men remained in the middle of the alley, watching as their opponent’s back gradually blurred through the night. “Who is she? What did you do to her?” Chun asked while assisting his friend to walk.

“I said a brief ‘hi’ to her best friend because she was Selina’s childhood friend,” Jiro said through laboured breathing. “And the next thing I knew is that she followed me until here and beat me up, saying that she was her girl and that I should never try to steal her from her if I still want to stroll peacefully my remaining days here on Earth,” he said, his face frowning out of disgust.

“So basically, she misunderstood your friendly act?” Chun asked, trying to contemplate what had happened.

“You could put it that way. I’m not even interested to her best friend. She’s Selina’s childhood friend and I love my Selina very much,” he said sincerely, despite his ragged breathing.

Chun nodded thoughtfully. He never thought that everything happened and his friend was beaten up only because of a brief ‘hi’. How narrow-minded could that person get?

“What’s her name?” Chun asked, repeating his earlier question.

“Ella,” Jiro said in between gritted teeth. He walked limply with Chun supporting most of his weight. “Ella Chen.”

Completed Ella Chen Fan Fiction love One Shot Wu Chun

-1-



I can feel the weight of the whole world in my two shoulders. Weakly, I walked languidly to where my car was parked and drove off. I love photography and I just learned today that I qualified the entrance examination to my dream University. Everything just seemed so perfect. I would be staying in a dormitory like any other ordinary students out there. I would be taking pictures of things I love. I would be travelling to get a great shot. I would be free from the suffocating cage my parents locked me in. I would be independent. The mere thought of being independent is enough to swoon me over to the moon.

But that wasn't as simple as that. They've been my little dreams as long as I can remember. And, with the way things are asserted, I guess it would just remain as it was.

My parents' reaction to the news sent my leaping heart into tampered pieces. It was everything to me. It was everything I dreamed of. It was my greatest achievement, so far. And how I hope that they would be proud of me too. I want them to be proud of me. No. I need them to. But that's not the case. They have no heart for love. Greed already corrupted their hearts and took control of their brains.

I don't want to be the same.

I didn't realize that it's been three hours. I've been driving aimlessly through the quiet roads of Taipei. The place isn't as busy as it is in the main City. I never realized that I drove myself unto this area. It's where my heart carried me. A place away from the chaotic city and their luminous lights and fake personalities.

I want to be myself. I need to be.

I went out of the car and stared at the expanse of the open field before my eyes, almost plain black under the tin moonlight eclipsed with thick layer of clouds. The playful wind is undeniably cold and foggy. Realizing that I'm the only one there, I shouted all my frustrations freely, letting them all out to unburden myself. I feel so helpless. I hate the world. I just want a simple life. I never dreamed of something so grand. Just simple and happy life is enough for me. I want to pursue what I want! What I want is where I need to be.

Why can't they just love me enough?

I cried. I never thought I'm still capable of doing so. I need to break free. I want an escape. But there's no key.

And the cage is locked.

Though how much I wanted to remain on the spot and savour the freedom of sweet fantasy, I have to find a place to warm myself.

Rubbing my hands together, I spotted a coffee shop a hundred meters away from where I am. I decided to walk my way to the coffee shop. It's not that far, anyway. And I love strolling through the night. It seemed so far-fetched from my usual life.

I love this feeling.

Carefree.

--

I entered the shop and found myself a seat at a corner, near the windowpanes, so that the darkness of the night could remain my company. I felt blank and my future remains uncertain. I want to boycott my parents' decision. I want to pursue what I want, for the very first time in my years of existence.

But I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to build a life of my own.

I'm afraid I will fail and my parents would end up flaunting my mistakes right in my face. It would be a painful slap.

A gentle voice snapped me out from my train of thoughts. I looked up and my gaze got trapped in his.

His mesmerizing eyes and their sensitivity.

His gentle moves and the protection they promise.

His sweet smile and their freedom.

His luring presence and their warmth.

I was stunned, and for a moment I didn't budge. I wasn't able to speak anything at all. Concern etched at his forehead when I didn't get to answer his question. His brows furrowed in sheer concern as he repeated the question once again. My eyes trailed down from his hypnotizing eyes, to his poignant nose, to his velvet lips. I watched, self-consciously, on how his lips form every word, amazed at how soft they look. I was petrified in place, I couldn't move.

I was snapped out of my trance when I realized that he had laid his hand on my shoulder. Only then did I become aware on how my heart is beating frantically fast inside my rib cage and loud against my ears. I could feel colour creeping to my cheeks and I gulped.

I didn't know that I've been acting inappropriately for a couple of minutes. It just came out naturally. I mentally kicked myself for being so clumsy. My parents always remind me not to let anyone know what you truly feel. It's a chance for them to take advantage of your weakness.

Tearing my gaze away, I cleared my throat before I look at him once again. "Yes?"

He removed his warm hands from my shoulders and I feel myself bemused on how the warmth still remains there. He smiled genuinely and asked the same question he'd been repeating for quite a number of times already, "May I take your order?"

I bit my lower lip and, with slightly trembling hands, I reached over the menu table he offered me. I pretended to decide what to order, though I'm not really interested on what to eat at all. I don't have the appetite to feed my empty stomach when my heart, itself, is famished for love. My stomach's yearn for its own food seemed overlooked. "I'll get a cappuccino, thank you," I said, forcing a small smile to escape from my lips, and handed him the menu.

"In a minute ma'am," he bowed and went off.

I watched in awe at how he walked through the row of tables. Despite his diner uniform, his magnificence still radiated blindingly. I have never met a man who's capable of having such an effect on me.

I tapped my heart lightly and took several deep breaths to steady my breathing. True enough, he went back after several minutes and, with a permanent smile on his flawless face, he settled my order in front of me. I inhaled deeply, taking the sweet scent of the aroma into my lungs. "Enjoy your coffee, ma'am," he said, his hands behind him and bowed lightly.

I bowed too in response, grateful to find such a free soul to take into inspiration.

When he's already nowhere in sight, I drifted back to where reality reigns. My reality, that is. I'll be looking forward to another couple of years hoisted with royalty and pretense. I'm sick of it. I feel like a puppet being pulled into strings.

Before I knew it, I'm already crying. I've never felt this weak, this vulnerable, and this helpless.

I cried, as I watch the dewdrops traced its own existence in the windows, drawing a straight line.

Just then, someone sat in front of me. I didn't bother to figure out who it is. But then, what he said caused my heart to palpitate once more.

"Ella..." he begun gently, his hoarse voice coaxing me to look at him.

I did. Not because of his voice this time, but because I never expected him to know my name.

"How did you know who I am?" I demanded incredulously at him, looking straight to his eyes.

But I didn't see any sign of danger. His smile is genuine and caring. For a moment, I felt safe under his gaze.

"Who wouldn't know who you are? The future heiress of the Chen Empire," he narrated in a kind voice, and took a quick sip of his coffee.

I averted my eyes tiredly and laughed bitterly. "I didn't know I'm that popular," I told him boldly and sarcastically as I trace my finger around the rim of the mug blankly.

"Aren't you on duty? Why are you sitting here and talking to a customer? What if your boss sees you?" I asked him several questions in a row.

He laughed sincerely and I saw amusement in his eyes radiating brightly. "Don't worry. I'm the owner of this coffee shop. And you're the only customer left so I decided to come approach you. I hope you wouldn't mind," he said by the way of explaining himself.

"I see..." I muttered softly, not sure what else to say. I'm not really a people person. I'm an introvert and I do not know how to mingle with other people the friendly way naturally. I'm just not friendly enough. I don't have that much confidence.

After a short pause, he finally said, "I saw you crying."

My eyes shot wide and I swallowed the lump forming on my throat callously as I stare at him in shock. I don't know what to do. Should I explain my act? Should I tell him why I cried? Is he trustworthy enough? Is it appropriate for a girl to share something confidential to a stranger she just met?

I don't know how I should react, as I'm not good in handling these types of conversations. I've been used to keeping my emotions to myself.

I could feel a light, warm pressure over my fragile hand. He held my hand reassuringly and I felt secured. I don't know why, but something in me is whispering that I need to trust him, that I can trust him.

I didn't remove my hands from his as I begun, "My parents didn't agree to my chosen course. They wanted me to take over our business and they think I'll just waste my time if I take the course I want." I could feel beads of fresh tears flow down to my cheeks and I blushed slightly. I've never been this open to someone before. And I love the feeling of having someone there who could support you and care for you.

He smiled. I don't have a single clue about what he's thinking but that smile alone told me that I need not to worry about it, "I know you love photography. Don't worry. Your parents love you. And sooner, they will realize that what will make them happy is seeing you happy."

I cried once again for those thoughtful and touching words. He's such an angel. How could he possibly say such things and eventually soothe my aching pain and hatred?

And I believed him, almost instantly.

He went over to seat next to me and, with noticeable hesitancy, he wrapped his arms around me, knowing that I need this contact. I've never felt this much security around me, not even when I have a dozen of bodyguards surrounding me. I drifted off to dreamland as I welcome the uncontainable emotion and wrapped my arms around him too. He smoothed my hair with his gentle fingertips to relax me.

I never though that I would be able to establish such a deep bond to someone I just met. It's just that it's not my brain that spoke up to me.

It's my heart.

--

He offered to walk me over to where I left my car a few hours ago. It's time to go home as I know that my parents are already worried sick about me. They just don't trust me enough. And it hurts. But as much as I wanted to enjoy his company still, I know that he needed to rest himself. It's enough, though. At least I found myself a friend.

A very special one.

"Thank you so much for your company. It's such a relief to have someone to talk to," I smiled sincerely, my face flushed.

He smiled back and walked nearer to me. I continued to stare at his beautiful eyes and allowed myself to drown in his gaze. He reached out to extend his hand to me and said, "I'm Chun. It's the least I could do. It's such a pleasure to finally meet you."

I reached over to lock our hands together and we shared a handshake. "Could I come back to your coffee shop again when I feel like it?"

"Sure. I'm looking forward to meeting you again," he replied as he ushered me to my car.

Just then, the first snow fell upon us. A blessing. A benediction. At that moment, I forgot about everything. I forgot about the conflict between my parents and I; between what I want and what they want.

He's such a rock in the middle of a stormy sea.



-2-



The first snow fell today. And I can feel the remaining few drops of warmth from my heart being chased away. The first snowfall... it reminds me of an incident a year ago. An incident that only happened once... but remained treasured in my heart until now. I never failed to visit his coffee shop. If not twice, once every two weeks. I enjoy his company. I enjoy the way he lives his life. He lives it the simple, yet happy way. Unlike me, he has all the time bestowed in his hands. It's up to him on how to spend it. I wanted to be like him.

But instead of envy, I feel tranquility  I don't envy him, instead, I feel like I wanted to be a part of that simple life he has. Slowly, in the coarse of those twelve months that all happened so fast, I felt like I needed him. Like I wanted to be a part of his life. I want to be more to him. To be someone else.

--

Do you believe in love at first sight?

A friend once told me, “There’s no such thing as love at first sight. How could you fall in love with someone you don’t even know? That’s absurd!”

I remembered myself affirming on that statement. I believe that one has to undergo certain steps and tests in order to determine if you really love a person. Love at first sight is next to impossibility. It’s just mere attraction in the physical sense. Love is not involved.

That is, until the first snow fell one winter night… a year ago.

It was, indeed, impossible. And it's a proof that impossible things do happen.

--

I love Chun.

But he's oblivious about my feelings.

And I can't demand for more.

It's not appropriate.

And I know that if I continue to get closer to him, if I continue to entertain my feelings for him, I would only end up hurting myself. It's not only because he doesn't have feelings for me, which I'm sure of, but even if he does, my parents wouldn't agree to it. They want me to marry someone within the circle.

And Chun is not.

I don't want to share with him the curse of my life, anyway.

So, I decided it's better if I stay away from him for now.

I didn't visit his coffee shop for a month. And it started when my father told me about my supposed engagement today. An engagement I never agreed unto. An engagement to a man I never knew.

But I have no choice.

I need to save Chun.

And I have to save myself too.

--

The first time the snow fell one year ago was the first time I was freed from my cage. And now, as the first snow fell once again, is the time when I'm going back to that prison.

It's called sacrifice.

I entered the hall, my face masked with a happy facade, my raven dress hugged me dearly as I try to recall the proper etiquette and conducts that took me years to master. With my right arm hooked to my father's left arm, while my mother is on his right, we entered the hall, as eyes set upon us, full of amazement and expectations. I could barely handle the overflowing prospects of business magnates. It's too much to handle and I know that I shall not make any single mistake, no matter how petty it is. I must portray perfection. And it's sickening.

We turned to talk to some business associates and I have to wear a smile all the time. How I wish I'm back at the coffee shop. It's the only place where I can be my real self. Even my own room doesn't feel like home anymore. I feel nostalgia awash over me and my thoughts flew to what Chun is currently doing. Is he missing me too? Is he busy? Is he tired?

Is he okay?

No! I mentally reminded myself. This is my engagement party. I have to be keep my thought away from him. He'll just remain as another distant dream. It's my own stupidity that made me dream about escaping from this life. There's no escape. This is my fate.

No matter how I try to deny it.

But God... I miss him dearly.

I scoffed mentally. Get a hold of yourself, Ella Chen!

A couple approached us and chatted with my parents about business and all. They talked about how to merge their business into one. And based on how they talk about it, I came into conclusion that these are my future in-laws. I tried to be cordial and smiled at them when my dad introduced us to each other.

"How lucky of us, dear. She's such a charming young lady," the gentle gestures of the woman towards her husband caused my heart to ache. It's like they have love for each other. And they didn't marry each other for money.

If they know how it feels like, then why are they doing this to their own son? Don't they want their son to experience the same love and happiness they have?

"The pleasure is mine, ma'am," I replied self-consciously and bowed slightly.

When I lifted my head back again, I heard someone approaching us. "Mom, dad!" a manly voice called.

My heart clenched. I didn't bother to look at the person.

"Oh, there you are dear," the woman said, a smile apparent in her voice.

"Good evening auntie, uncle," I heard him say.

"Such a refined gentleman you have raised here," my mother complimented.

I don't know what to do. I've never met this man before. And I don't know how to react. I kept my gaze on the tiled floor.

"I think we better give time for these young ones to have their own time. I can see that my Ella here is feeling awkward," my dad chuckled as he ushered for the others in a table reserved for them.

--

I remained rooted in my spot.

"Ella?" I heard him say.

I hesitantly tilted my head up again, and, with much difficulty, I turned to look at him. I bit my lower lip. He looked like him.

And it hurts me to know that it's only the face, and not the real Chun, that he has.

Even if he looked like him in some angles, Chun is still the one I wanted. The one I needed. The one I love.

"I'm sorry about the way I acted a while ago. I'm just... not so comfortable," I told him boldly.

He smiled gently and he reminded me of Chun once again. "It's okay. I understand that— "

"No you don't! You don't understand a single thing!" I snapped at him. He's trying to replace Chun in my heart and I will never let him succeed in doing so!

I saw his eyes eclipsed with confusion. I continued, "I'll agree to marry you but there will always be someone else in my heart. It will always be him."

He remained silent and I took it as an opportunity to excuse myself from his presence.

--

I dashed out, running towards the garden. I never thought that I wouldn't be able to control my emotions in there. He's just... he's just so like Chun and I won't allow him to try to act like him. He could stop pretending to be nice! He's not Chun. He will never be.

But what will happen to the merger? To my parent's trust? To the Chen empire and its employees? I have to be responsible for it. I have to be responsible for them. And besides, I don't want Chun to share the same fate I have. It would be very selfish of me. I don't want to rob him of his simple and happy life.

I need to save him by imprisoning myself.

But I love him. Could I bear the thought that I am married to another man but I love someone else? I don't even want to be on the same room as he is. Then, how can I allow myself to kiss him? Make love to him?

That would be utterly disgusting.

"Chun... I wish you're here to comfort me. I don't know what to do anymore," I whispered helplessly in the unresponsive wind as tears start to fall from my eyes. The soft cotton-like snows are pouring lightly in me but nothing could beat the empty coldness I feel in my heart.

I remembered what he told me one time. That if I am torn between two complicated things and I don't know what to do, I'll just have to toss a coin, and before I knew it, I already am expecting what I want before it lands.

I smiled bitterly and fished for the coin he gave me.

Will I agree to the engagement?

Head, yes. Tails, no.

I closed my eyes and threw the coin in the air. I could feel the frantic beating of my heart, as if it wanted an escape. And right in that instant, I finally know what I want. I want to be with Chun. I have to tell him; no matter how he takes it, I don't care. I have to tell him. The side of the coin that will appear doesn't matter anymore. Heads or tails, I will most definitely do what I want to do.

Snapping my eyes open, I took a step back when I saw that my future fiance followed me to the garden. His face is glowing under the dim light emanating from inside the hall, his eyes soft and mesmerizing.

But he's not Chun.

I looked down and turned to look for the coin. But I couldn't find it. I continued to search for it. Chun gave it to me. It's dear to me, just like its predecessor.

"I didn't know you're still keeping this,"

His statement halted me from my search. "What are you talking about?" I asked him.

He lowered his eyes and my own eyes followed his. He opened his palm and the coin was there. I wasn't able to see if it's heads of tails because it's hidden in the shadows. I tried to grab it from his hand but he closed his palm straight away.

"Give it to me!" my prompt demand. But his next action sent my heart into chaotic perplexity.

He hid it in his pocket and stared back at me. "What are you doing? It's mine! Give it back!"

His brows shot high and with extreme calmness, he replied, "Why is it so important to you?"

"Because he gave it to me! Chun gave it to me! Please give it back!" I could feel my eyes started to get watery again.

"I don't want to," he said gently, as he close the distance between us.

I took a step back, "Why not?"

He took a step closer and held me by the waist to prevent me from stepping back once again. My heartbeat came rapid and I stared back at him in confusion.

"Because it was mine first before it's yours,"

My eyes shot wide. I don't know what's going on. What is he saying?

"Did you already forget about me, Ella?"

What?

"I thought you have feelings for me,"

Feelings?

"Why didn't you pay me a visit for almost a month?"

I had enough. "What are you talking about?!"

"I had the same problem you once had a year ago. I love to cook but my parents wanted me to take over the business. But I didn't let them control my life. I put up a small shop in the middle of a road and I came to love it. I love having a simple life. But then one night, I saw a lovely lady came in. She seemed to be thinking about something. But then, I saw her cry. I felt my heart being pinched. I fought the urge to approach her but she's just too angelic to ignore. I wanted to make her feel secured, and I did. We became friends. But then, as time goes by, I wanted to be something more to her. I wanted to be someone in her life. But when I was about to tell her I love her, when I was already ready to confess my feelings, she stopped coming over. She stopped caring. I thought she forgot about me,"

My mouth trembled lightly as I look at him. He paused and took the coin out from his pocket. "But I was wrong. Because I figured she's still keeping this," he continued.

I wasn't able to respond. I don't know what I feel.

Unable to think about anything else, I asked him the first statement that crossed my mind, "Why didn't you tell me before that you're a Wu?"

I could feel his arms tighten around my waist, drawing me nearer as if he's afraid that I would reject him because he wasn't honest with me, "I was afraid Ella. I don't know how you will react. It's not that I don't trust you. But I enjoy your company. I don't want to lose it. I don't want to lose you just because I am me."

He burrowed his head in my shoulder and muttered softly yet sincerely against my ear, "I'm so sorry."

I broke away from his hug and turned to look at his eyes. For the first time since I knew him, I saw fear in them. Fear to lose me.

And I feel special.

Unable to contain my feelings any longer, I threw my arms on his neck and kissed him. Almost instantly, I could feel his strong arms hugging me to him. His hands are seeking and possessing. I could feel the butterflies in my heart doing somersaults. I love this feeling. I couldn't deny the fact that he feels so good. His lips are so soft and so sweet. He took control of the kiss I initiated and kissed me thoroughly, pressing me closer. I've never felt this complete. I don't care if I will be caged in a business empire, as long as I'm with him. It's more than enough.

--

And I know when it all began.

I came to believe in love at first sight.

Because that is my story.

Our story.

--

The first snow fell today.

Just like the first time I saw him.

The first time I fell in love...