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I have bolded and italic-ed everything as they were sent to me.
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ENTRY 1 ::: Jen
|Hardly is there anything in life that is perfect, but…well…I’ll start from the beginning.|
Perfect. I thought happily to myself as I let out a breath of relief, smiling at the letter in my hands. Jee-Eun Park, it stated, and beside it in the bold letters, Female Lead. My eyes shifted to the line below it, where the male lead was announced in the same fashion.
Male Lead: Dong Ook Choi/Se7en.
According to the letter, we would be filming tonight on a sandy golden beach, bordered by a sparkling blue sea. I was not one to be fashionably late, and instead, I arrived several minutes earlier. I expected that I would be the only one on the beach, as it was sealed off to the public for filming convenience, but on the small wooden dock, I could see a silhouette of a tall guy, stroking his hair back in place as the wind adamantly blew it to a messy state.
Curiously, I jogged up beside him. I must have been quite silent, because he didn’t make a sound as I peered at his muscular arms, tall figure, styled hair, and wondered if his face would be equally hot.
“Hi!” I chirped to my co-worker.
He gave a slight jolt of surprise, as he turned around to face me, tilting his head slightly, and with a smile on his face, greeted me back, “Hi!”
I couldn’t think of anything to say back to him, my mind completely blank, as I look up at his indescribably adorable face: his eyes twinkling happily and his lips turned up to a perfectly cute smile.
“I’m Se7en,” he said, breaking the silence, “What’s your name?”
I couldn’t even say my own name, my heart was beating much too quickly, for our faces were less than a foot apart.
“Jeeeun,” I garbled, as a side affect to the sudden blush creeping on my face.
I merely nodded meekly in response, faintly smiling, because I was much too nervous to correct him.
“Are you okay?” he suddenly asked.
“You’re face,” he explained, “It’s really…red. Do you have a fever?”
I didn’t have a chance to explain that I wasn’t blushing, because…well…I was.
First Se7en leaned forward, the small distance between us slowly disappearing, until his forehead was touching mine.
“Hmm,” he murmured softly, “doesn’t seem too warm. You feel kind of cold, actually.”
He slowly pulled away, although I silently wished that he wouldn’t pull away.
“Here,” he smiled, as he crossed his arms and held onto the end of his sweatshirt, lifting his arms up until the sweatshirt dangled from his hands, and held it towards me.
I smiled, unable to respond in shock to his chivalrous behavior.
Se7en grinned, as he gently put it over my head for me. “Are you still cold?”
I shook my head bashfully.
Of course being the idiot I was, I must have shook my head “yes” instead of the “no” I had intended.
“Do you want me to…” his voice drifted off, as he looked at the wooden floor of the dock shyly, “Is it okay if I…?”
I didn’t know what he was going to finish with, but I replied, “Sure,” anyways, because, well, how could a guy with a innocent face like his do anything to harm me? It was kind of odd of me to feel this way, since I’ve only just met him, but… I trusted him.
Nodding, he put his arm around me, pulling me close to him: trying to ease the cold for me, even though I wasn’t really cold, not that I was complaining, because this was…Just like Heaven.
Finally, I was able to overcome my shyness, and started a conversation. Soon, we were talking like we had known each other all our lives.
We sat on the edge of the dock, his arm around me, talking about whatever came up All Night. I guess I should have read the letter more carefully, because then, I would have known that filming didn’t begin until tomorrow.
But this time, I was thankful for my carelessness.
As we began filming our drama, Last of Diary, I got to know Se7en better and better, my love for him growing and growing. It seemed that when I was filming with him, he was on my mind, and when I wasn’t with him, I would still be thinking of him. I guess, since we started filming, he’d been on my mind 24/7. Was this love?
The last day of filming snuck up on me so quickly, I didn’t know how I was going to confess my feelings to him, or if he felt the same way towards me.
But I had to, because this was my last chance: Se7en would be preparing for his world tour soon.
“I have to tell you something,” I announced, quietly, shuffling my feet on the ground.
“Okay,” he chirped, an friendly smile on his face.
If you know my love, I thought to myself, would you ignore or reject me?
I shook my head vigorously, as Se7en was probably standing there confused. No negative thoughts; have some confidence.
Take deep breaths. Count to ten slowly, One To Ten.
“I want to be you,” I blurted.
“I know,” he teased, sticking out his tongue, “everyone does.” As he reached forward to ruffle my hair, his foot caught on a small twig, causing him to fall on the floor.
“Oww,” Se7en whined, reaching his hand up toward me, “that hurts. Help me up, Jee-Eun.”
I stifled a giggle, for Se7en was too adorably dramatic. The Drama King is in the Building. Well, technically we weren’t in a building, but whatever.
I took his hand, and attempted to pull him up to standing position. Instead of succeeding, I fell down as well, right beside him. Together, we laughed at our mishap.
As our laughter subdued, I said quietly, “Se7en…I meant that…I want to be with you. I…like you.”
His laughter stopped, as silence engulfed us for several minutes. Then, he took my hand, pulled me gently towards him, and said quietly to me, “I like you, too.”
I wish that our happy ending was there, but a happily ever after is not easy to achieve.
The following week, news of Se7en and I dominated the internet, receiving harsh criticism from fans.
Comments like “They are so not a cute couple!” or even,“Se7en is so adorable and hot, but she…she’s just so not! She doesn’t deserve him!”
I know I should’ve ignored the comments, but I couldn’t help to wonder, as I began watching sappy dramas to soothe the pain, if they were right.? Did I, ordinary me, deserve someone as great as him? Was it right for me to take away Se7en from his fans? Was I becoming an obstacle in Se7en’s rising popularity?
Soon, the Drama Awards arrived, and as usual Se7en and I were the only ones there twenty minutes early.
Se7en smiled at me, and took my hand and gave me a silly smile.
My heart skipped a beat, as it always did when Se7en was near, but I couldn’t help but notice our hands didn’t fit together perfectly today, as the couples’ in the dramas I had watched, did, like a puzzle.
I gave him a small smile back, and nodded. Since our news had traveled the internet and tabloids, polls of Se7en popularity were falling, making me give serious thought to…ending this relationship. Se7en had worked so hard for his popularity and albums, but just because of me…his popularity was falling. The fans were right: I don’t deserve him, I’m not worth it.
“Are you alright?” Se7en asked, stroking my hair concernedly, “You’re not really acting yourself.”
The longer I was with him, the harder it would get to tell him, the more pain I would feel.
Ignoring my blurry vision, I bowed down and cried out, “I don’t think…we….we should be together.”
His face fell.
“Did I…do something wrong?”
A pain of sadness struck me, as I looked up and saw his pained expression.
“No…it’s just that,”
I should explain to him. Then, maybe, we could still be friends…
“Because of me…your popularity it’s…You can do so much better than me. We just…maybe we weren’t meant to be together. Maybe we should just be friends.”
“But,” his glistening eyes met mine, “what if I don’t care how popular I am, how many fans I have? What if I think we belong together?”
I smiled weakly, “I know your lifetime dream is to let everyone hear and enjoy your voice and music.”
“That is my dream, but,” he gave me a bittersweet smile, “it really wouldn’t mean anything, without you. You are part of my dream, Jee-Eun. Even if I accomplished my dream in music, it would make no difference in my life if you weren’t there to cherish it with me. Because I want to live the rest of my life with you, to share my dream with you.”
I can’t give in. It would be too selfish of me. But what if I am part of his dream? No, that couldn’t be true. Could it?
Before I knew it, Se7en had pulled me into a deep embrace, my face resting against his chest, as he whispered tenderly, “Where’s the Jee-Eun I know? Come Back To Me.”
My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and Se7en’s heartbeat beat with the same unsteady beat against me. Perhaps I watched one too many sappy dramas, but when I heard our heartbeats congruent beating, I thought, that maybe, just maybe, we were meant to be. Maybe, I really was part of Se7en’s dream. Maybe, it wasn’t that selfish to be with him.
Hesitantly, I pressed myself closer to him, slowly wrapping my arms around him, never wanting to let go again.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, “I’m sorry for thinking we weren’t meant to be. I really do…love you.”
Se7en released my slightly, and gave me his trademark smile, “I know, Jee-Eun. I love you too.”
I know it sounds silly, but sometimes, we should all just listen, no, we must listen, to our hearts, to follow our hearts.
By then, most of the other actors had arrived to see Se7en and me in a loving embrace, but it didn’t matter: all I needed was Se7en to be with me and his smile, and even if everything else wasn’t perfect, it wouldn’t matter.
ENTRY 2 ::: Meethoing
It was the Friday at school before our two week autumn break. “Just listen to what I have to say before you all leave school for 2 weeks... PSAT is coming so study hard for it” said Ms. Kim. PSAT is the hardest test we will have to take this year to pass and get into good colleges somewhere in Seoul. So as the school bell rung we all jumped for joy. As I was walking out of school, I saw Heejin, my brother’s secret love. She approached me and said “Mee... I need to talk to you”. We walked over to the bench below the school tree. “You must listen carefully to what I’m going to tell you” said Heejin. I was scared since she had such a serious face. “I’m in love with your brother Kibum” she said as she put her hands on her heart. I laughed a little and told her that he liked her too and that he thought of her 24/7 at home. Heejin came home with me that night so she can confess her love for my brother. As we walked away from the bench three girls walked pass us talking about getting Se7en’s “First Se7en” concert DVD. I don’t know who Se7en is, maybe because all I ever did was go to school, come home and help with the little restaurant my family owns. We weren’t a rich family but nor were we poor with no food to eat. When we got home, 15 minutes later Kibum oppa enter the door and saw Heejin. I told them to go for a walk and that I, uhma and APA will take care of the shop while he was gone. Uhma and APA knew Heejin was the girl oppa loved for 4 years. Oppa had told them that being with her was just like heaven. They came back a hour later holding hands with full of smiles. Me, uhma and APA just smile and laughed along with them. Later on around 9 we were ready to close but had one customer left. After he left I was about to lock the store door when someone open it. Standing there was a tall, thin, very handsome man looking at me. All I could do was look at his pretty face and big lips. Then he asked “is it too late to eat?”. We never said no to late customers so I told him he can come in and have something to eat. He took my favorite seat by the window. “It looks like its going to rain all night” he said looking out the window. He ordered a hot tea and a large bowl of pho. As he waited he took out a piece of paper where at the top read “Because I want to live”. I saw him writing on the bottom of the paper while drinking his green tea. I thought he was solving a puzzle but as I walked over with the soup I was too nervous that I hit the table leg managing to not spill anything though. “Oh. Are you okay?” he asked me. I was too embarrassed but I did reply “yes, I’m okay”. He asked for my name and I told him “Mee”. “Oh what a pretty name”... I was too happy and forgot to ask for his name and left to my room to finish the book “Last of Diary”. I been reading that book for the longest time and my best friend Boram kept asking for it back. When I got done reading I went out to see if Mr.Hottie was finish. When I got there he complimented the pho I made and said he wanted to come back for m ore. Now was my chance to ask him his name. I might not ever see him again but I’ll remember his name. “Excuse me, but since you asked for my name, can I ask for yours?”… “Of course! Miss. Mee... It’s… it’s…. Choi Dong Wook”. “Ohh... okay then... Dong Wook shi” I said smiling. He told me to sit down and talk to him until he finished his tea and the rest of his pho. He asked for my age, what I like to do, if I had a boyfriend and so many questions. But I was happy to answer them since he seem interested. He was really surprise when I told him I haven’t had a boyfriend, only crushes. After 40 minutes of talking he left and said he’ll be back for more tomorrow. I went to sleep happy. Have I fallen for someone I just met today? The next day he didn’t show up. Two days later he did come back to eat but instead of eating he insist on me taking him to one of our beautiful view. I knew he wasn’t from here, his style was very different and his accent was different, he must be from Seoul. If that’s how they really dress, it was quite nice and very stylish. I didn’t really want to give him the tour since he didn’t come the day he said he would. But Uhma was there and of course agreed for me. Uhhma and APA had a beautiful love story. I envy them for their longing for one another. They told me how they fell in love and what they went through to be together when I was 10. I remember the story as if it was yesterday because I want to fall in love beautifully too. I took Dong Wook shi to the Blossom Hill. It was my favorite place to go when I found out one of my crush was in love with someone else. The scene had many mountains and the Chin stream below us; it also looks over our little town. We sat under the Blossom tree. I felt like I was in a movie. “Can you sing?” he said. “No, I’m a horrible singer”. He laughed and said he’ll sing for me. A song called “Come back to me” by a handsome singer name SE7EN. I asked him “whose se7en?” he gave me a surprise look and said “you don’t know who se7en is?” I told him I don’t since my life was pretty much school and home. After a long time sitting under the Blossom Tree he blurted out “I think I want to be with you” I was speechless. Did he just say that he wants me? Inside of me I wanted to jump up for joy, but another part of me told me no since I only knew him for a couple of days. I could feel my heart beating super fast. Was I too in love with him? “One to ten... What do you think about me... one meaning you don’t like me and 10 meaning you do” he said. My mind was saying 10 but I couldn’t possibly say 10, but somehow 10 came out of my mouth. I stared at him and then got up to walk home. He followed after but once we got into town we went our own way. A few days past and sometimes I would see Dong Wook shi walk by to just take a look and continue walking. A week past and he came in wanting to talk to me. I didn’t want to go until he said “I’m going back to Seoul tonight”. I stop what I was doing and my eyes starting to fill up with tears. I didn’t want him to go without saying goodbye. Why was I not talking to him I asked myself. He was ready to walk out but I turned around and hug him from the back. “Don’t go”... Now my tears were falling nonstop. He took my hand and we walked up to the BLOSSOM HILL. First thing he said was “if you know my love... Maybe we could have made beautiful memories on all the days we weren’t talking to one another”. Right then I regretted not making the beautiful memories with him. I told him I was sorry and I was too scared to face the fact that I have love someone and that someone might have love me too. He told me he loved me also and he confesses that the singer se7en is the person I have fallen for. That evening we made beautiful memories there at Blossom Hill. We confess out love for one another. As we walked to my house there was a poster if him that read “The Drama King is in the Building”. I laughed at it, so he chased me all the way home.
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