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When She Came To Him and Became His Flower

Sometimes at 18, there are things acted without much thought, and can only leave behind regret and pain. It was like that for them. And she wondered, if she could turn back time, would she have done anything more differently?

They met when they were 18, young and hot blooded, both had their own ideas of how the world should work. They were stubborned and strong willed, not able to yield to each other's demand due to their youthful pride.

Eun-sang has her own principles, principles stemmed from the hardship of a working class, she knows only rules bounds by society, never cheating and never going out of line. Those were the rules that kept her grounded and going.

But then he came along.

Him and his deviousness. He has tendency to always go off tangent down the wrong path, even if he knows better. Rebelliousness. That's the air he exudes. Arrogance, smart and dangerous.

She caught his eye right away, with her shiny tresses and bright teary eyes, she stood out among the other flowers in the crowd.

He smiles, relinquishing the thrill of targeting a new prey.

It was going to be fun.


At first she refused him constantly. Always avoiding, even if he had trip her and made she fall. She had always averted her eyes from his. Always looking at the ground. It was her will. Her stubbornness that keeps her from giving into him. She wanted to let him know that he couldn't get to her, that she didn't want to get involve with the likes of him in any way.

This angered him more. Pushing him to go to extremes to gain her attention.

When he finally came to, he realized that he has fallen for the girl. A girl, who is too prideful to ask for help. A girl, who would rather work to death than lie and cheat her way through life. It was a different outlook in life than he was used to. It was very different. She was very different. And this is what appeals her to him. Her difference.

Perhaps having realizing that she did mattered to him. He stops. He completely stops himself from harming her. From going to her.

His child-like antics has escalated to tugging on her pony tail when he felt the need to, has started to become even more infuriating, as he invades her personal space. Once he puts a pause to all his pursuit, she often catches herself thinking about him out of the blue.

Then came a phase of denial.

After a week long time of missing him, and his fascinating eyebrows, then coming to understand that during the in between of his bullying, she had came to like his mischievousness. Although she hate to admit it, but his bullying had never really hurt her, other than bewildered her. He had always kept a close eye on her, never going as far as tripping her than catching her. And she wondered. She wondered, whether if he had bully her because he had liked her then.


Her eyes was glued to the photo of them together at the park. It was taken a long ago by his friend, Myung-soo out of spite.

She hadn't notice it then, but upon a closer look, she recognizes that look he had gave her. It was the same way her father and mother look at each other when they think they are alone. It was endearing and loving. He had liked her.

She may not be as smart as he is, but having to secretly yearn a deep love like the ones her parents have had, she knew the look well.


When she finally came to him, she came like a flower.

Her steps were hesitant and shy.

She seems at a loss as he stares intently at her.

When she finally spoke, it was barely above a whisper, so soft and quiet that he had to strain to hear.

Why haven't you been coming to Mango Six?

Are you asking out of curiosity or something else?

She couldn't reply, her mouth opened and closed but no words came out.

Oh boy, there he goes again. He sighs. Scratching his brow out of habit, he bits his lower lip in deep thought.

I like you. Is that why you're here? Because you know?

She shook like a leaf, as if the revelation was something new, but he knew and she knew that his confession is old news. All this moment for them is to make or break them apart.

Looking down at her shoes, all tattered and worn then looking at his, leathered and polished, she wondered if they even match. If the difference between their worlds is too great to be overcome.

We don't match.

I can't hear you.

We don't match.

She finally spoke up on her doubts and issues which has been preventing them from moving forward, when they should have a long time ago.

He takes in her words for the moment, chewing the inner corner of his mouth, he then lets out a laugh.

It was as if the issues she raised was as ridiculous as a pink ribbon on his dog.

He cocks his head in arrogance, raising his brow as his questions her.

So?

Wha-at do you mean? We don't match? You're rich and I am poor, do you think we will go well together?

Really, Cha Eun Sang, I knew you were conservative, but I never thought you were socially discriminating as well.

W-what?

What are you so against really? Me or my money? Did I ask you to date me or my money?

I-I…

See. So, what's the problem? I don't see a problem at all.

He lets the moment sink in. Letting her absorb this new idea, as he contemplates his next move.

She blinks in surprise, it was as if today was the day, she truly sees him clearly. He leaned back against he table, then raises an arm with confidence as he beckons her.

Come here.

His command was like hypnosis. He was dangerous, he is dangerous. She repeated the warning over and over in her head, but her legs begins to move towards him without much hesitation. When she finally reaches a mere feet away, close enough to admire the faint scar on his right upper eyelid, he pulls her flush against him.

She could only stare at him, her eyes wide with surprise and anticipation. Over her own pounding heart, she could faintly make out what he says before he leans in.

Did you come to me and became a flower?

It was her first kiss. She shivered against him. Feeling more than she should. Her lips opens with the persuasiveness of his tongue. She allowed him a moment to slip his tongue in, before she clamps her mouth shut. He smiles before kissing her more deeply than before. It was a long time before he releases her.

She felt dizzy and flushed.

Looking at him through her lashes, she sees him smiling at her.

Just like the way her father does to her mother.

He pulls her into him. Too tired to resist, she gives into him.

So, I take that as a yes.


-End of chapter 1-

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