Continues Being In Un-Hee (1/1)

Chapter 16: “What's that suppose to mean? Am I suppose to feel all guilty now? Or am I suppose to be all flushed and giddy?!” The guy's an idiot, a stalker and a con-artist? What mess did I get myself into?“No, not at all. But really, you're the only one I know. I know there's a lot of other people on the streets, but you're the only one willing to pay attention to me, even if you are a bitch.” I'm not going to pity him. I mean, who in their right mind would spare a thought for this guy? “My English isn't great either, but you seem to understand me. I thanked all my lucky stars when I saw you!”“Look, I'm happy you think I'm your saviour, but I can't help you. I have a bus to catch, and I just can't be late. I'm sorry you'll just have to find someone else.”“I did! There were people who ignored me, and other people who kept on asking for autographs. What I really need is simply for someone to tell me how to get back to the University!”The guy's lying for sure. Autographs? Who does he think he is? Michael Jackson? “Great story! But I don't have time for this, nor do you, 'cause you need to get back to the U of T. Buh-Bye!” The stupid bus isn't going to arrive in 10 minutes. Maybe I should walk and wait at the same time. At least then, I won't be wasting my time and my breath.“Un-Hee. If you can show me the way back to the University, I can probably ask the driver to drive you to your house, then you won't have to wait for a bus.” A stream of laughter leave my house.“Who do you think you are? A driver? Who? Your dad? Forget it. I'm not going to be crazy with you. I'm walking. You can stand here all you like.” I start walking, but I hear his voice behind me. He's already sparking a conversation with someone. Some sort of baller he is. Can't get me, so he's going for somebody else already. Guys nowadays are incredible; you can't even trust one of them. I then see him making a mad dash on the opposite side on the street, but going in my direction. He waves at me.“The nice guy over there told me the direction to get back to the University. So I'm making a head run; bye, Un-Hee!” Where the Hell does he think he's going? What directions did he give you, man? You're definitely going the wrong way. Seeing those innocent eyes of him, waving at me, I couldn't find it in myself to be so heartless. I look both ways for moving traffic, then I also dash to the opposite side, while calling at the moron.“You, where are you going? You're going the wrong way!” High-heels aren't made for running, but I manage to catch up to him; thank God for all the exercise I'm still keeping up with. “The bastard gave you the wrong directions! You're not suppose to go this way.”His innocent eyes now reflect those of a lost puppy. “I told you that you're the only one I can trust.”“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, quickly now. I'll show you the way back.” I glance at my watch. If this guy is telling the truth, a car might still be able to get me back to my house on time by taking the minor roads.Walking with a complete stranger is weird, especially since there's nothing to talk about. The creepier thing is that he keeps on staring at me. Am I suppose to know who he is?“So... um... I've seen you three times now, but I still don't know your name. You know my name, so...”“I'm Jonghyun!” He smiles brightly at me, and I couldn't help but notice his flawless teeth. He extends his hands out and I reluctantly shake it slightly. “It's nice to know you, Un-Hee.” Sadly, I can't say the same. I only give him a very forced smile. “You know, you should smile more. Girls always look prettier when their smiling.” “I would appreciate it if you didn't flirt with me.” Honestly, I'm getting fed up with his little slips of compliments. Thinking he's all that, when in reality, he's just a measly nobody.“What? I'm sorry, Un-Hee. I'm not trying to flirt with you though. Maybe you're just over-thinking this a little. I'm just trying to make friendly conversation; I see you as nothing more than an acquaintance.”Like I would believe that, but whatever; whatever you say. “As long as you don't start touching, I'm fine with whatever lies you tell me. But Jonghyun... that's a Korean name right? You from Korea?”He seems to be a little surprised from the question, but he answers. “Oh yeah. I was born in Seoul. I've only been in Canada for the last week, so I'm not very familiar with anything at all.” There he goes again, looking for me to pity him. Has he no shame? Lying to get a girl – it's disgusting, but I play it off.“So what are you doing here in Canada?”“I've been sent by S.M. Entertainment to take an English course at the University of Toronto, and to also work abroad here in Canada.”“S.M. Entertainment? Like those kinky stuff...?” I knew it! No good can come from such type of guy. And he's here to promote himself in Canada, too. Oh God! But Jonghyun gives me a confused look.“What does 'kinky' mean?” His question is followed by an awkward silence, but he continues. “Anyways, S.M. Entertainment is this big media entertainment corporation in South Korea, and I work there as a songwriter and a singer.”“Talking about songwriting. You've reminded me of something. That composition that you gave back to me. Why did you edit it?”He blinks with his big eyes. Oh thank you! Now he's pretending to be stupid. “Oh yeah, that! Do you like it?”“NO! WHY DID YOU GO AHEAD AND MAKE YOUR OWN CORRECTIONS?! It's MY composition! You have no right to change anything!”“Sorry, Un-Hee. I honestly thought that I was helping you. Did your boss give you trouble?”“What? No. The composition was something I created for the University's Music Program to review; I was hoping that they would consider me after hearing what I had to offer, but apparently what I had to offer, wasn't even my work!”“Listen...”“No, you listen, Jonghyun! I'm not sure how you do it in South Korea, but in Canada, you don't go ahead and touch other people's things without their permission, let alone, correct them. You hear me?”“But hey, give me a chance to explain!” I stop, and stare at him. And he gets closer, staring right into my eyes. “Listen, Un-Hee. I have to admit that the corrections I made weren't my work. 'I ripped you off' is the term maybe you're more familiar with. All I did was rearrange the order of some of the notes, but basically, every thing you had on the paper before, is still present on the page, just maybe in another bar.” His face is still incredibly close to mine, and his eyes are still gaping at mine. He felt my puzzlement. “Do you still have the edited composition with you, or were you so angry that you shredded it?” My hands involuntarily rummage through my bag, and pull out the part of the composition that he created. “Listen carefully, dongsaeng.” He hums certain measures in the edited composition. “Do you remember your original composition?” I nod, and I pull out the original composition which I reconstructed. He points to certain measures in my copy, and tells me to hum it out. We both soon hum in harmony, and something struck me.“They do sound alike!” I'm pleasantly amazed that what the professors were at least some aspect of my original song. “I'm sorry, Un-Hee, if I caused any trouble, but I really didn't have any bad intentions. All I wanted to do was to show the true potential of the song you've created. It's really a pleasant composition, and it would be awful seeing it go to waste.” So maybe he is good at writing music, but doesn't mean he's not lying about other things. He's some famous singer – like really? Do I look like I'm still a kid? If he's really famous, I'm pretty sure bodyguards would be following him everywhere, and not have him get lost like this. But with all the talking, we got to the University in almost record time. “See! Here's the University!” Urgh! What a waste of time. I was just here, and now I'm back here. “Are you suppose to meet someone here?”“Yes, but I'm not sure where... OH! There they are!”“Jonghyun hyung, where were you?! We were suppose to meet back here half an hour ago!” Whoever he is, he's cute. Unlike this Jonghyun guy – bleh. “Ooo... who's she? Found yourself a girlfriend already, Jonghyun?” I couldn't help but intercept.“Sorry, but 'ew!' No way!” My brain gags a little just thinking about it. I'll go out with anyone of you, but him. “See Jonghyun, it's true what I say. You are a girl repellant, and now I have living proof to solidify my argument.”“Shut up, Minho!”“Guys. We should be heading back now; Marisa's waiting for us.” Now I probably like this guy the most, and he has some awesome fashion sense too. I wouldn't mind going out and shopping with him someday. He's definitely the most sensible of them all. My watch tells me that I only have fifteen minutes to get home.“We shouldn't make Marisa wait for us. Let's go!” That Minho guy runs ahead toward a van that's easily identifiable because of its unique aqua hue. “Oh yeah, guys! We need to drive my friend here back to her house first.”“Thank about your friend, we haven't even introduced ourselves yet. Hello, I'm Taemin!” He smiles and waves, but his simple smile and wave managed to get my heart-racing. I can tell he's a sweetheart already.The fashionable one went for a formal handshake. “It's nice meeting you, I'm Key.”And at a distance, Minho shouts out his greeting. “Hi! I'm Minho!”Once in the van, I also introduced myself. “I'm Un-Hee.”“A fellow Korean?” Minho asks. Then he continues in a slew of words that had no meaning to me. He catches the clueless expression on my face. “Ah~ I see. A fellow Korean who does not know Korean. Marisa, that means I get to practise my English with one more person.” The girl smiles first at him, then at me.“Great to meet you, Un-Hee. I'm Marisa. And don't worry about it, I'm not familiar with Korean at all, but Mr. Minho here, is forcing it upon me.”“Marisa! It's not Mr. Minho, it's Minho-ssi. How many times do I have to tell you?”“Yeah, whatever, Minho-ssi. Happy now?”While in the car, I think back to the composition. I'm actually very surprised. I have to admit, I couldn't even recognize the fact that it was still my music; I really did think that he wrote it all himself. It's disappointing, but the way he changed it... it does sound better. Then I remember what Jonghyun told me; is he really a singer? How about all his friends? Are they singers too? Jonghyun is sitting next to me, so it makes sense to ask him.“So, that guy, that guy and Key are also all from Korea?” He nods.“And they're all in Canada to promote themselves?” He nods again.“And they're all singers for S.M. Entertainment?” This time he answers with a yes.“So are you a boy group?”“Are you meaning to tell us, that you've never heard of our names before, until now?” Minho sounded a bit offended by my question.“Am I suppose to know your names?”“Ignore him, Un-Hee.” Jonghyun smiles at me. Is that smile plastered onto his face? It gets extremely irritating sometimes. Whatever, this will be the last time I'll be seeing you anyways. I pull out my phone; I still have six minutes left, and we're near. Just bear with this moron for another few minutes; anything to get back home on time.“Ooo... UnHee noona, may I see your phone.” How can I refuse the cutest one of them all? I pass my phone over to him. “Look Key, she has Lady Gaga's Tap-It Revolution!” Now Key is all over my phone; OMG. He's just smothering all his sexiness onto it! If they are a boy band, Key definitely has to be the stylish one; that Minho guy has such a yummy body, so he's probably the athletic one; and what's his name? Tyming? Teman? Taemin? Whatever it is, he's the cutest one. So where does Jonghyun fit in? The catastrophic one, maybe. The ugly one, definitely. The stupid one, no doubt. A snicker leave my lips, and Jonghyun smiles at me again, but instead of smiling back, I shot him a look of complete bitchiness and look away to see that we're pulling into my house.“Did we get the location correct, UnHee?” Marisa asks, looking down onto her iPhone. Looking out I see the raised brick garden that once contained roses and sunflowers which I would see every morning outside my window when I woke up, but is now nothing more than a pile of dirt. The colour of the house has worn away; the ivy that crawls on it has been long due for trimming. It's a house of tarnished dreams. Something once very beautiful, like a castle in a fairytale; it used to be my castle. As a little girl, I thought the world I lived in was perfect. Hm~ little girls are too easily satisfied. But it's all an illusion. It's too good to be true; that little girl's dream was shattered, and so was her world. Behind that illusion cast upon a mirror is my life now. The castle that when I was young, I've always wanted to return to, has become a place where even if I didn't want to return to, I had no choice but to come back. The fence surrounding the house is surprisingly still up, but now invaded by thistles; it definitely spells welcoming, doesn't it? “Yes, you've got the place. Thanks Marisa.”“You want me to go in with you Un-Hee? Maybe I can help explain why you're late.” For once, please Jonghyun, drop that atrocious smile of yours.“No thank you, Jonghyun. I rather you cared for your own business.”“Are you sure?”“I said no, Jonghyun! Just go home.” And with that, I slam the van door. I didn't move until I heard the van leave behind me, and only then did I proceed toward my house. Before even reaching for my keys, I can hear the unlatching locks on the other side. He's waiting.   After writing this for a while, I've become quite annoyed by my writing style. I'm constantly throwing out dialogue, and not like it's a bad thing, but it reminds me too much of a script. Excessive dialogue, to me anyways, become rather agitating and I can see no development in character simply through dialogue. So for the next chapter, I'm going to experiment with another kind of writing style, where it heavily involves description instead, and actually concentrating on a character's thought (I mean, that would be the point of having different perspectives) --- but we'll see how that turns out (I'm a hypocrite; I'm betting that the next chapter will still end up being mostly composed of dialogue, but I'll try my best to suppress that). I hope you're not getting bothered by the same problem, but I do hope to put my best work into my first fanfic. Love~ ♥