Okay, this fic is bound to get crazy. For one thing, I don't know whether the concept is coming-of-age/self-discovery or something else. All I really know is the main plot which includes a love story and the alternate endings jumping hippity-hop in my brain. So many ideas keep popping in my mind and in order to be able to incorporate them into the story, the structure will be containing a series of flashbacks.
No matter, I will try my best to make it sensible and comprehensible. And make sure I actually finish it. Please do bear with me. Kamsahamnida!

Major characters:
Han Geng
Lee Yeo Reom (OC)
Hee Chul
Si Won

Recurring characters: other Super Junior members and Epik High (for some fun)

CHAPTER ONE

Looking back
I can see the things
I should'a done, could'a done
I see so much of my life I let go by
But when you're young
All you know how to do is wrong
Life can play tricks sometimes, you know
You think you got everything
When you got nothing at all
The only way you know where you're going
You gotta take a fall, you've got to lose it all

I've been through love
(I'm coming home)
I've been through some pain i know
(I'm coming home)
Changes in my life
(I'm coming home)
Now I know what's meaningful
(I'm coming home)

Present Day

Even after many years, he could still clearly remember the first time he performed in front of a live audience. He had been ten. the youngest one to be included for the showcase. Handpicked by the school director himself. How proud he had been. Moreso, were his parents.

The showcase itself was the first major event of the school year. Geng had only started his ballet lessons for a about a year in the prestigious Seoul Dance Academy. Yes, he had been considred too old to start training, but a mentor of his saw he had promise and organized his audition. From that point on, everything in his future seemed set in gold.

Well, almost. Wincing and smirking at the same time, he recalled how he had been so painfully tense during the group dance he was to participate in. Just minutes into the well-choreographed number, disaster struck. He had spun the wrong way, thus moving out of sequence and within deadly range of a fellow dancer's twirling foot. The next thing he knew, he was lying on a bed in the ER of a nearby hospital with a small sensitive bump on his occiput and a dizzying headache.

Smashing debut it turned out to be...

Funny how his subconscious chose to remember that certain memory at that moment. On that very day. His homecoming.

His homecoming. Full realization dawned. Wow. He was really going home. He looked outside the airplane window which gave him a rather dazzling view of the setting sun.

Home. It had sounded like a foreign word abroad. Now, minutes prior to landing, there seemed to be a familiar ring to it. He looked down at the stash of photographs strewn across the tray in front of him. Every picture was a memory. It may not be a perfectly perfect memory, still....every smiling face was a remembrance of what his dreams stood for.

One particular picture drew his attention. He took it in his fingers to examine it closely. The photo had been taken on his sixteenth birthday. It depicted two people. One, male...him. The other, female. The background was a splash of colorful balloons. The cake at the center of the picture was a downright mess of chiffon and white icing that he could hardly make out the words written on top. His face was mess too, with all that icing splattered across his nose and cheeks. The girl beside him was not looking at the one taking the picture. Rather, she was looking up at him. A ghost of a smirk played on her lips showing her amusement at the situation.

'Kyungie-gwaemul...'

He remembered the sticky feeling of having a mixture of pasta and kimchi stuck inside his shirt and pants. He remembered the post-party food fight had been her idea. He chuckled in recollection.

The sound of the flight attendant's pleasant voice on intercom announcing their impending arrival shook him from his musings.

As he gathered the pictures into one neat pile for storage in his rucksack, he caught a glimpse of the American teenager seated across the aisle from him in first class. The same girl who had asked for his autograph earlier and then requested to have pictures taken together. Pretty, young thing, really.

She had been staring at him from time to time during the course of the long flight from New York to South Korea and he had been avoiding her stares. He for one had never been comfortable with the public scrutiny his newfound popularity gave him. But she had seen him looking at her, so he was forced to return her smile.

The light for the seatbelt blinked. While he fumbled with the necessary contraption, his mind drifted off once more. He wondered how greatly everyone changed during his absence. It had been too long.

He leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes, relaxing. Minutes later, he felt the wheels of the plane touch the ground

END OF CHAPTER ONE

A/N: Okay, I know it's a slow start. But I felt this part necessary to write. Like a prologue, well, like a second prologue subsequent to the one written before. I promise there'll be an actual dialogue next time. The next entry might actually be a flashback.
Comments are much appreciated because they are the basis of motivation. The motivation to continue. Thank you!!!!