#heesul

[aya-chi007]

Lessons of Love and Why They're Dangerous

As a little girl, whenever Jinri heard someone talking about falling in love, it always sounded magical. Fairy tale-esque dreams filled the space of her sleep at night, though the scenes always varied: dancing at an elegant ball, being swept off her feet into a breath-taking kiss, sharing secret whispers in a beautiful garden, being surrounded by grandeur as she exchanged vows with a faceless, but handsome, prince. Everything she had ever heard about love built her up.

No one ever prepared her for the fall.

Falling never felt like falling around Heechul. He was  sweeter than the sugar he poured into his coffee every  morning he came into the shop where she worked. Perfect lips formed perfect compliments and she didn't even think twice the first time he asked her on a date.

Whenever someone talked about love around Jinri, it was always romance. Rose-colored glasses hindered her vision early on in life. Love was all kisses and flowers and hugs and hand-holding.

No one ever told her sex was a part of the equation.

The first time Heechul tried to slip a hand under her skirt, she jerked away, eyes wide and completely scandalized. He soothed her with gentle kisses and careful fingers as he whispered, "You trust me, right? You love me right?"

She did, so she let him pass the boundaries of her clothes and heart.

Love meant never having to say sorry. At least that's what Jinri heard as a child.

Yet, she found herself apologizing to Heechul a lot for what seemed like the smallest things: not answering his texts within two minutes, not being at his apartment when he got home, for talking to her male classmates, for having a lock on her phone. She convinced herself that it was okay, it was love, and he just worried about her.

No one ever mentioned the bad, only ever the good. Everyone made it sound like if she found someone she loved, she would find him on one knee one day.

No one ever warned her about the possibility of finding him in bed with another woman.

Everyone said that if she found someone she loved, they'd be together forever.

No one ever told her he'd scream at her to get out and never come back.

Everyone said that he'd make her feel like the only girl in the world.

No one warned her about the time she'd spend in front of the mirror, wondering what was wrong with her.

Everyone said that if she fell in love, she'd be so happy she couldn't fall asleep.

No one said she would cry herself to sleep.

Yes, everyone told Jinri what it was like to fall in love...

...but no one told her what it was like to have your heart broken.

[aya-chi007]

Detention isn’t so bad in Jinri’s opinion, mostly because all Kim seongsaeng-nim asks her to do is grade the multiple choice tests for all eight of his periods. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday all pass in the same way: come in after school, sit at the desk with the papers on it, mark them wrong in dead silence for two hours while Kim seongsaeng-nim grades the essays then says bids her teacher goodbye when her two hours are up.

  Thursday, however, she’s graded all of the tests, so she doesn’t know what she’ll have to do. Judging from Kim seongsaeng-nim’s usual behavior towards her, she’ll be sitting in silence either doing homework or be forced to sweep the floor and clean the whiteboard. The latter, however, turned out to be correct.

  “Stupid Jinri,” she muttered to herself as she scrubbed the stray markings from the board’s glossy surface. “No, you just had to do something to get seonsaeng’s attention.” She wasn’t worried about him hearing. He had gone over to Park seongsaeng-nim’s room to get some books to use in class. However, as soon as she finished mumbling to herself, a soft chuckle rang across the room from the doorway.

  “Now, why would you want my attention, Choi Jinri?”

[aya-chi007]

For Choi Jinri, there was no shortage of admirers. Girls like Jung Soojung were envious of her flawless make-up free appearance. Boys like Kim Jongin tried endlessly to get her to go out on a date, but to no avail. Jinri shot them all down, for she only had eyes for one boy... or should she say one man.

"Choi Jinri!" Her head snapped up at the sound of her name. The figure standing in front of her desk looked down at her through the stylish black frames of his glasses. "Where is your textbook?"

She bowed her head. "Mianhamnida, seongsaeng-nim. I forogt it at home."

"Again?" He sighed in exasperation. "That's the third time this week, there's no excuse for this."

The bell rang, causing the inevitable stampede of students rushing out the door for lunch. Jinri began to pack her things, but the hand pressed against her notebook kept her from sweeping it into her bag as well.

"I expect more from you, Choi Jinri," her teacher informed her as he took the seat in front of her, his body turned so he could face her, one slender leg crossed over the other. "I'm sorry, but this really is inexcusable. I'm assigning you detention with me every day after school next week."

She bit her lip as she nodded. "Yes, Kim seonsaeng-nim."

[jinhogwarts]

I ship Heechul with Sulli so fucking much ;-;

I know it's wrong because he's 11 years older than her, but they're just so fusbssshdxsyaosn adorable together ;; I want them to get married! (...when Sulli will be legal in Korea) Just. Marry. ;; <3