Friday, 11 February 2011

Saranghaeyo, Oppa Chapter 2

Title: Saranghaeyo, Oppa

Author: midorinohime

Rate: PG

Pairing: As always DaraGon

Summary:

Dara is a typical bubbly teen age girl. She has always been the princess of their school. She's so pretty, smart, good performer, she's almost perfect in school. she had many admirers yet she does not mind them.

She believes that somewhere, somehow, God had already chosen a guy who's meant to be with her forever.

As I've said she's almost perfect. It's just that she's so innocent when it comes to love and she believes that her prince is already looking for her, and so she would often tell her friends and suitors that she'd wait for him.

Then their goes Kwon Jiyong. What's his role in this story? You'll find out. ^^

Chapter: Two


Saranghaeyo, Oppa

midorinohime

 

Chapter 2

"I like you."

Ugh. Here we go again. I tried to give him a smile but I just could not. How many times do I have to tell him that I don't like him and I am not planning to have a boyfriend yet.

"Dara.."

"Wooyoung, I like you too." I started, "but I only like you as a friend. Nothing more. and I think I already told you that for  so many times. Why don't you just try to like someone else? You are not the one for me."

"How do you know that I am not the prince you so often talk about with your friends?"

"Well, because i feel nothing. I am certain that once I see the guy who's meant to be my other half, I will feel something. Sorry wooyoung. But I am still your friend."

I went back inside the building. I don't want to continuously reject him yet he leaves me no choice since he continuously professing his love to me.

"Is it wooyoung again?" my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

"Aigoo, Bom! Do you want me to have a heart attack?!"

Bom ignored me and asked another question. "You should have just told him you already have a boyfriend. He won't stop bothering you. And you know that."

They walked towards where their lockers are. She had to get the books she will need for today's classes.

Math. English. Music.

Oh! Music. I guess I'll finally meet the new teacher? Hope he's good.

She happily skipped beside Bom and grinned. "Let's go?"

They were already in the middle of the staircase of the third floor when she remembered that she left her scientific calculator.

"Omo! Bommie! I forgot my Calcue!" Bom checked the time on her wrist watch.

"You still have fifteen minutes to go get it. Let me have that!" she snatched my things from my hands. "Ppali!"

I willingly obliged. Our Math professor is kind of like a terror so I don't want to be late in her class. I know there is a short cut here. I glanced on both sides and saw the fire exit just near the music room. That door will lead me to the locker faster since mine was near it.

I sprinted towards it.

 

Then I heard it. It's so faint since I am quite far from where it  is coming but I can still hear the soft melody of the piano.

Someone's using the music room?

We don't often use the music room when having classes.  The teachers would just go to the classroom and have classes there.

The first and the last time we went there was when our previous teacher, asked us to get the player she left. She's fond of just recording the music and letting us guess what instruments were used. She also sometimes asks us the notes.

I slowed down and listened to the soft singing of the piano.

I recognized the piece as Yiruma's Kiss the Rain. I love his River flows in You the most but this one is also one of my favorites.

The door of the music room is slightly ajar. I peeked. Trying my best to not make a sound. I want to hear the music more and I can only accomplish it  if I won't disturb the one who's creating the beautiful sound.

I did not know that we can go to school not wearing our uniforms.

For there, playing the piano, was a guy, maybe a year older than me, sitting on the piano stool with closed eyes. I can feel the emotion he's pouring out through every touch of his fingers on the piano keys.

My heart was beating really fast, I don't know why. Maybe, I am feeling nervous because I am watching him play without his knowledge. I am not sure but it was like when Bom surprised me awhile ago.

No. It was actually more than. I feel like my heart is going to burst out of me. My hand flew to feel my own heartbeat, still staring at the guy playing the piano.

Why is my heart acting like this?

The he suddenly stopped playing, I immediately ran towards the fire exit door and rested my back against the cold wall beside the door.

I heard footsteps coming near me. Was he aware that I was there?

I saw his hand reach for the door, as if he's about to push it to pass through.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes...

"Mr. Kwon!" I think it's my math teacher. "Where have you been? The principal is looking for you!"

And so I heard him change his way and meet Mrs. Kim. "I am sorry ma'am, I was just playing the piano. I forgot about the time."

"It's okay. Come, I'll take you to the principal's office. She's so anxiou--," their voices grew fainter as they walk away from where I was hiding. I released the breath I did not know I was holding, my heart still beating like crazy.

 

I remembered how he's so into his playing the wonderful instrument.  His blond hair softly caressing the side of his face. His lips pressed tightly yet in a slight smile, as if he's remembering some sweet moments with someone.

 

Ouch. My heart somehow constricted at that thought. Maybe, he's reminiscin' a moment with his girlfriend?

 

Then my phone rang. "Yeoboseyo?"

"Yah! Dara! What's taking you so long?! It's almost time. Mrs. Kim just came but..."

Oh, crap! the calculator. "I'll be right there in a minute."

How could I forget what I am supposed to get?

I ran down the stair almost skipping two steps at a time.

Good thing is that Mrs. Kim was not back yet when I arrived at the classroom. I was actually walking in a dreamy state back to our room, already forgetting I should make haste.

"What happened to you?" Bom asked me once I am settled on my seat.

"I think I already found him..." I murmured.

"What?" bom asked me, raising an eyebrow.

"I said... I already found him, bommie..."

"Who?"

"My Prince..."

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