Dedicated a certain Yukwon, to whom I have yet to forget despite it being about two years ago now, if not yet. You disappeared before we got our characters to meet outside our respective inboxes. This one; it's for you.
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Of all chanced meetings, this was one she never wanted to forget.
Consider the trees splashed with a lovely shade of green, the grass fine and the flowers scattered about the pavement in an almost artistic nature. Choi Junhee, the girl with the crown of brown hair was merely on her way to Dandy Candy as her shift was due. With the gentle sigh that articulated and whispered into its demise, the wing sneakered girl journeyed towards the particular destination. The sun, it was nearing the hour of its sleep, and so it was a most eventful period in which students were either finishing up on their last classes or eager to grab a place for an early dinner. Being neither of those, the observant and partially owlish girl continued, the guitar case strapped across her shoulder as a permanent part of the wardrobe.
By and by, the shoelaces had somehow played a dance and fell undone. The wallflower halted in the makings of her footsteps, perplexed. It was certainly an occurrence random and unlikely, yet nevertheless, had to be corrected before it became the bearer of avoidable consequences. She sat down, placing the case aside in a dignified manner before attending to the mischievous laces.
"Hello there."
Choi Junhee blinked. Turned.
"Hey," uttered the mouth that curled into a mellow grin. "Got you to turn around to look at me now." The other was a male, having shared the other end of the wooden bench. With a messy shock of hair, he had a way of smiling which infected his eyes and verbal expression.
"Mister Kim, paranormal club member, film major, junior on campus," she stated blankly before returning to tying her pesky shoelaces. Or so she would have, but a part of her actually waited for his reaction. The degree of preposterousness she had -- she had not noticed having such an element there.
His eyes sparkled, not with fear but with pleasant surprise. "Ah," he mused, countenance gentle. "You must be Choi Junhee, the dictionary-like girl. You can call me Yukwon, and that's with a Y." He stopped short, donned a chuckle. Her eyes narrowed, quite forgetting to fix the shoelaces.
"Really now?" she replied rhetorically. "Dictionary girl..." It felt like an negative connotation, but that wasn't something she could choose. A pebble was kicked to her side. "Come on now, tell me then -- what shall I call you by?" he asked genuinely, an arm lax on the bench's shoulder. Briefly mentioning the word Junhee, he proceeded to drag it out in a sing-song manner, to which she react to it distastefully and finally resumed the shoe-lacing business. In a swift motion, she got up and strapped the guitar case on, quite ready to leave.
"Where are you going?" asked Yukwon, casually standing next to her. Though she might not have usually answered such queries, she does. "Ah, so you're the girl that all the boys are hoping to see while buying the treats there," he pointed out.
"So first I'm a dictionary-like girl, and now all the boys are after me?" mentioned Junhee sarcastically. Her eyes, they nearly squinted with disbelief. He gave a good-natured shrug, sounding as if he was convinced by his own statement. "Yukwon, your conclusions seem to fall short," she added flatly.
His expression seemed to inflate, nonetheless. "Nice to know you've remembered my name," chuckled the junior. "And no, I can't say if it's a rumor or a truth since I've never been to the candy shop anyway." Before she could stop herself, she actually offered to bring him there -- since it was where she was going, not that he was so amusing of a companion. Nope, nope -- not because of any similar reasoning such as that at all.
His eyes crinkled. "Sounds nice, but I've got to run off now," he quietly explained. "It's nice to have met you, Junhee. Perhaps I'll drop by in a day or two." And this time, he did not make fun of her name at all. He pattered off, leaving her walk alone for the remaining distance.
Days passed, and though she kept a particular lookout for him, he didn't appear at all. Days turned into weeks and transformed into months, and yet there was not even a glimpse of his contagious grin. And it is by eventual realisation that he had mysteriously vanished, but even then, freshman Choi Junhee would pretend that one day, the next pair of footsteps belonged to the junior.