Apple&Cinnamon: 01 Junior Year
Title: Apple and Cinnamon 1
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama/Occasional Crack/Action? >.<
Character/Pairings: JunhoxOC (may change along the way/other pairings will be revealed later)
A/N: Figured I might as well post it tho no one's really reading/waiting for it...yet. :) A new character is introduced!
thyluvlyname212, this is for you.
01. JUNIOR YEAR
It was already hot and crowded inside the school gym but people were still pouring in. It makes sense I guess. Today would be the end of the school's week-long sports fest. But still, were the students of our school this many?
"Min Ki Over here!" Tiffany Hwang, my hyperactive cousin, waved. I made my way through the crowd and finally sat beside her.
"Finally! Where were you? You could have saved us trouble from that ahjumma earlier. She accused us of being rude kids because we won't let her have your seat." I laughed at that and grabbed her Pepsi.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to watch your race.”
“Nahh, I think you not cheering for me made me lucky. Besides, I wasn’t there to watch you beat the crap out of those burly girls.”
“Yeah, you not being there made me lucky.” We both chuckled. Fany just won as this year’s Judo champ. On the other hand, I was lucky enough to win 1st place in the 200 meter dash event.
"Are the students of our school really this many?" I asked as I handed back her drink.
"I don't know. But look," She pointed to the girls on our far right. "Did you see their uniforms? Definitely not like ours." She was right. The girls were sporting black school jackets.
"And look there," She pointed again. This time, the group of girls were wearing what looked like P.E. uniform. Red and white.
"Where'd they all come from? I think the girls on our far right are definitely from the school near the day care center. But all those others--"
"It's not a question of where they've come from but who they've come for." I hmmed then thought silently for a minute before asking again. In the background, the announcer has proceeded in introducing the event.
"So why did they come?" My cousin rolled her black eyes at me.
"Babo. What's the last event today?" Pause.
"Uh, the basketball shooting event?" The realization sunk in as I said the words. My best friend will humiliate himself today. I grinned. This is gonna be fun.
"AAANNDD??" She urged.
"Uhm..." I faked innocence.
"Come on Min Ki. You're the braniac. This is sooo simple. Even Jaebeommie would know."
“And what’s that supposed to mean? He‘ll wrestle your fat ass when he hears you.” I laughed.
“Like his fake-protein-addicted-muscles can! Anyway, if you’re really this dense today then I’ll tell you. They’re here to giggle and fan girl over your neighbor.”
One more moment passed before I acted as if I just finally got it. My mouth formed a small 'o' and I smiled dryly.
"You get it now?"
"Uh-huh."
They were here to see the prodigy. The boy who lived across from our house. The boy who pushed me on the swing, the one who secretly played Barbie with me when it's raining outside. The one who gave me flowers everyday for a week when my watermelon plant died. The one who got beat up by the kindergarten bully because of defending me. The one who almost chopped three fingers off because I wanted to eat the watermelon in their fridge when his mom wasn‘t home. Yeah, those are the rare moments when he’s just someone else. For most part, he always finds a way to humiliate me, tease me, and pull my hair.
Yet, he’s boy who I’m very proud to call my best friend.
And the boy who I have been secretly in love with for the past eight years. Though I’d rather die and evaporate from his existence if ever he finds out. It’s just between my Fany and me.
“Don’t you uh-huh me you piggy! You’re one of them!” She hyperactively shouts at my face.
“What? Since when did that happen?” I played pretend.
“Uh, since I was eight and you guys were nine!”
“SHHH!” I clamped a hand over her hyperactive mouth.
“But it’s true--”
“But the fan girls don’t need to know!” I whispered harshly.
“OHM--IGEMME--”
“What?”
“Get your piggy hands off me!” I flashed her a sheepish smile and leaned back in my seat.
“By the way, he told me to give you this,” A red baseball cap with the word ‘YO’ written over the front, was hanging from her fingers.
“Who did?” I took it and automatically smelled it.
“Junho did. Told me to make sure you wear it this afternoon…”
“Or else?” Fany never just obliges to Junho’s requests. They often argue for hours before one of them gives in.
“Or else nothing.”
“Nothing? Is that a new brand of ramen?”
“Oh shut up! I just decided to be the nice one today…”
“Right. And I’m a pig.“ I snorted.
“But you are!”
"SHH you hyperactive turtle! It’s already starting!"
"Right! GO JUNIORS!” We cheered on the top of our lungs.
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The first challenger was a frail-looking sophomore. Scored 5 points.
The second one was a senior who, Fany thought, looked kinda hot. Though she won’t admit it out loud.
"9 points! That was great Doo Joon. Will our next challenger be able to top Doo Joon's score?" There was a loud roar from the crowd.
"We'll see about that. Our last challenger. The juniors’ pride --- Leeeee JUUNNHOOO!"
OKAAAY STOP! First, let’s discuss fun facts about Lee Junho in case you didn’t know (Where do you live? On Mars?).
Full Name: Lee Jun Ho
Gender: MALE DUH
Age: 17 like moi!
Birthday: Jan 15
Favorite Color: Varies every week Coz he’s that cool
Favorite Number: Varies every week Coz he’s that cool
Hobbies: Play ball, play ball and play more ball, dance, play the guitar, smile and make panties evaporate
Dream: To play pro basketball, spread his love for music and settle with a beautiful wife and awesome kids MY KIDS
What is love?: Love is like a ball, it’s round. -- Lee Junho, SportsBoy Magazine I LOVE YOU
The Lees moved in the neighborhood when I was in 3rd grade. I had to pass by their house to go to school and we basically walked together every day, two times a day. It gives you enough time to get to know someone you know and though we always fought, we became friends. And as usual, someone has to fall for the other and suffer as the best friend, the good friend, the other girl. But I don’t mind. At least I get to walk beside him, at least I get to share lunch with him. At least I get to hold his sweaty, after-practice-shirt while he changes behind me. At least I have those things to hold on to.
Cue evil laugh then press play.
WAIT!
And he did just ask me to be his girl friend yesterday. My oppa had to threaten to give my watermelon snack to Chansung if I didn’t stop creep-smiling.
Okay, press play.
“AMAZING, your will power that is. You’re probably dying to just let go and scream just like them…” Fany commented offhandedly. I shrugged her off, trying my best to concentrate on keeping my inner fan girl from squealing.
Control yourself Min. Yes, that’s right. You’re not like the rest of them.
You don’t google him. Oh you mean you haven’t googled him this week yet!
Uhm, I don’t need to google him. He’s my best friend! DUH.
Right.
You don’t monitor his Facebook and Tumblr page.
So how come you know that he just posted a picture of dog’s butt on both sites?
You dare go to sleep before he turns off the lights in his room.
Do not, you creep!
You don’t pretend to pick up early morning mail and the newspaper with hopes that he does it the same time you do.
OMG, dying of lies here! Have you been smoking banana weed with Chansung?!
AAANNND you don’t have a collage of Lee Junho under your bed!
Just admit that you do stalk him like the rest of the screaming girls here!
Shut up Self! Trying to concentrate here! Okay Min, we’re not going to shout his name when his smiling face lights up that screen there (BOO OPPA!)…
“Boo Oppa? As if he won’t win. And oppa?? Ew. Great. Thanks Piggy. I think I've just gone deaf. You and the girl seating behind me and this one on my left just shattered my eardrums. I’m so killing Lee Junho later…” My cousin mumbled.
A boy with black hair jogged to the free throw line. Number 7 huh? So that's his favorite number this week. Last week was 21. And the week before that was 2. Okay, way to prove your stalker status Min Ki. Good thing I never fail to keep my cool when he’s around. My best-friend-side kicks in every time to save my swoony ass.
“And you call yourself the best friend. Look at that creeper’s smile! I’m glad you’ll never see me in that light…” I ignored Fany’s hyperactivity and tried to stop the creeper’s smile from creeping into my face.
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Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama/Occasional Crack/Action? >.<
Character/Pairings: JunhoxOC (may change along the way/other pairings will be revealed later)
A/N: Figured I might as well post it tho no one's really reading/waiting for it...yet. :) A new character is introduced!
thyluvlyname212, this is for you.
01. JUNIOR YEAR
It was already hot and crowded inside the school gym but people were still pouring in. It makes sense I guess. Today would be the end of the school's week-long sports fest. But still, were the students of our school this many?
"Min Ki Over here!" Tiffany Hwang, my hyperactive cousin, waved. I made my way through the crowd and finally sat beside her.
"Finally! Where were you? You could have saved us trouble from that ahjumma earlier. She accused us of being rude kids because we won't let her have your seat." I laughed at that and grabbed her Pepsi.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to watch your race.”
“Nahh, I think you not cheering for me made me lucky. Besides, I wasn’t there to watch you beat the crap out of those burly girls.”
“Yeah, you not being there made me lucky.” We both chuckled. Fany just won as this year’s Judo champ. On the other hand, I was lucky enough to win 1st place in the 200 meter dash event.
"Are the students of our school really this many?" I asked as I handed back her drink.
"I don't know. But look," She pointed to the girls on our far right. "Did you see their uniforms? Definitely not like ours." She was right. The girls were sporting black school jackets.
"And look there," She pointed again. This time, the group of girls were wearing what looked like P.E. uniform. Red and white.
"Where'd they all come from? I think the girls on our far right are definitely from the school near the day care center. But all those others--"
"It's not a question of where they've come from but who they've come for." I hmmed then thought silently for a minute before asking again. In the background, the announcer has proceeded in introducing the event.
"So why did they come?" My cousin rolled her black eyes at me.
"Babo. What's the last event today?" Pause.
"Uh, the basketball shooting event?" The realization sunk in as I said the words. My best friend will humiliate himself today. I grinned. This is gonna be fun.
"AAANNDD??" She urged.
"Uhm..." I faked innocence.
"Come on Min Ki. You're the braniac. This is sooo simple. Even Jaebeommie would know."
“And what’s that supposed to mean? He‘ll wrestle your fat ass when he hears you.” I laughed.
“Like his fake-protein-addicted-muscles can! Anyway, if you’re really this dense today then I’ll tell you. They’re here to giggle and fan girl over your neighbor.”
One more moment passed before I acted as if I just finally got it. My mouth formed a small 'o' and I smiled dryly.
"You get it now?"
"Uh-huh."
They were here to see the prodigy. The boy who lived across from our house. The boy who pushed me on the swing, the one who secretly played Barbie with me when it's raining outside. The one who gave me flowers everyday for a week when my watermelon plant died. The one who got beat up by the kindergarten bully because of defending me. The one who almost chopped three fingers off because I wanted to eat the watermelon in their fridge when his mom wasn‘t home. Yeah, those are the rare moments when he’s just someone else. For most part, he always finds a way to humiliate me, tease me, and pull my hair.
Yet, he’s boy who I’m very proud to call my best friend.
And the boy who I have been secretly in love with for the past eight years. Though I’d rather die and evaporate from his existence if ever he finds out. It’s just between my Fany and me.
“Don’t you uh-huh me you piggy! You’re one of them!” She hyperactively shouts at my face.
“What? Since when did that happen?” I played pretend.
“Uh, since I was eight and you guys were nine!”
“SHHH!” I clamped a hand over her hyperactive mouth.
“But it’s true--”
“But the fan girls don’t need to know!” I whispered harshly.
“OHM--IGEMME--”
“What?”
“Get your piggy hands off me!” I flashed her a sheepish smile and leaned back in my seat.
“By the way, he told me to give you this,” A red baseball cap with the word ‘YO’ written over the front, was hanging from her fingers.
“Who did?” I took it and automatically smelled it.
“Junho did. Told me to make sure you wear it this afternoon…”
“Or else?” Fany never just obliges to Junho’s requests. They often argue for hours before one of them gives in.
“Or else nothing.”
“Nothing? Is that a new brand of ramen?”
“Oh shut up! I just decided to be the nice one today…”
“Right. And I’m a pig.“ I snorted.
“But you are!”
"SHH you hyperactive turtle! It’s already starting!"
"Right! GO JUNIORS!” We cheered on the top of our lungs.
----
The first challenger was a frail-looking sophomore. Scored 5 points.
The second one was a senior who, Fany thought, looked kinda hot. Though she won’t admit it out loud.
"9 points! That was great Doo Joon. Will our next challenger be able to top Doo Joon's score?" There was a loud roar from the crowd.
"We'll see about that. Our last challenger. The juniors’ pride --- Leeeee JUUNNHOOO!"
OKAAAY STOP! First, let’s discuss fun facts about Lee Junho in case you didn’t know (Where do you live? On Mars?).
Full Name: Lee Jun Ho
Gender: MALE DUH
Age: 17 like moi!
Birthday: Jan 15
Favorite Color: Varies every week Coz he’s that cool
Favorite Number: Varies every week Coz he’s that cool
Hobbies: Play ball, play ball and play more ball, dance, play the guitar, smile and make panties evaporate
Dream: To play pro basketball, spread his love for music and settle with a beautiful wife and awesome kids MY KIDS
What is love?: Love is like a ball, it’s round. -- Lee Junho, SportsBoy Magazine I LOVE YOU
The Lees moved in the neighborhood when I was in 3rd grade. I had to pass by their house to go to school and we basically walked together every day, two times a day. It gives you enough time to get to know someone you know and though we always fought, we became friends. And as usual, someone has to fall for the other and suffer as the best friend, the good friend, the other girl. But I don’t mind. At least I get to walk beside him, at least I get to share lunch with him. At least I get to hold his sweaty, after-practice-shirt while he changes behind me. At least I have those things to hold on to.
Cue evil laugh then press play.
WAIT!
And he did just ask me to be his girl friend yesterday. My oppa had to threaten to give my watermelon snack to Chansung if I didn’t stop creep-smiling.
Okay, press play.
“AMAZING, your will power that is. You’re probably dying to just let go and scream just like them…” Fany commented offhandedly. I shrugged her off, trying my best to concentrate on keeping my inner fan girl from squealing.
Control yourself Min. Yes, that’s right. You’re not like the rest of them.
You don’t google him. Oh you mean you haven’t googled him this week yet!
Uhm, I don’t need to google him. He’s my best friend! DUH.
Right.
You don’t monitor his Facebook and Tumblr page.
So how come you know that he just posted a picture of dog’s butt on both sites?
You dare go to sleep before he turns off the lights in his room.
Do not, you creep!
You don’t pretend to pick up early morning mail and the newspaper with hopes that he does it the same time you do.
OMG, dying of lies here! Have you been smoking banana weed with Chansung?!
AAANNND you don’t have a collage of Lee Junho under your bed!
Just admit that you do stalk him like the rest of the screaming girls here!
Shut up Self! Trying to concentrate here! Okay Min, we’re not going to shout his name when his smiling face lights up that screen there (BOO OPPA!)…
“Boo Oppa? As if he won’t win. And oppa?? Ew. Great. Thanks Piggy. I think I've just gone deaf. You and the girl seating behind me and this one on my left just shattered my eardrums. I’m so killing Lee Junho later…” My cousin mumbled.
A boy with black hair jogged to the free throw line. Number 7 huh? So that's his favorite number this week. Last week was 21. And the week before that was 2. Okay, way to prove your stalker status Min Ki. Good thing I never fail to keep my cool when he’s around. My best-friend-side kicks in every time to save my swoony ass.
“And you call yourself the best friend. Look at that creeper’s smile! I’m glad you’ll never see me in that light…” I ignored Fany’s hyperactivity and tried to stop the creeper’s smile from creeping into my face.
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