Note: Originally started on December 10, 2006. Dates have been changed for scrolling purposes. The posts in 2010 are Wrong Foot First while the posts in 2009 are for the sequel, With One Foot in.
Rating: PG 13
Length: About 20 chapters
Summary: You can find love anywhere – even next door.
Love is one of the few things that transcends every generation and culture. Not everyone gets to experience it but most want to. Sometimes, it hits us in an instant and other times, it creeps on us like a thief. And no matter how many times we fall in love, we always remember the first time we felt those flutters; the first time our knees went weak; or our lips instantly spread into a smile at the sight of the other person. Or the first time our lips touched and it felt like our hearts were beating together. Regardless of how old or how cynical we get, we always remember our First Love. This is the story of mine:
“Hurry!” I screamed at the driver’s seat. I’d ducked under the dashboard so that the passenger seat would look empty and most importantly, so that my mother wouldn’t see me in the car.
“Why?” you ask.
Because my ass was supposed to be sitting at home and not hanging out at the arcade with Yun Ah, Kyung Min and Ki Won. Who? I’ll get to them at some point.
Luckily, Ki Won was able to get through before the light turned red and even better, my mother’s cab was stuck behind the now red light. I waited a few seconds before deciding that I was in the clear and sitting up.
“Phew!” I wiped off the non-existent sweat for effect. “That was close. ” I glanced at Ki Won then fixed my unbuttoned shirt. Yeah, just because we were friends didn’t mean that he got to get a free peek at my boobs… especially as my shirt had mistakenly unbuttoned when I made the mad dash to hide from my mother.
“If you’d stopped the game when I asked you to, we wouldn’t have to be rushing now,” he reminded me.
I rolled my eyes. Yeah, true. But that would have meant that I was forfeiting, i.e. losing yet another game of Dance Dance SuperNOVA to Yun Ah and I wasn’t having that. We were playing the best of 5 and having already lost 2, I knew I had to win, which I eventually did, so now, Yun Ah had to deal with my trash-talking for a week. But would it be all worth it in the end? That would depend on how hard Ki Won hit the gas pedal.
The car screeched as he stopped in front of my apartment complex. I whipped out my card so that the huge gates would open and he could drive past them. The first time we'd done this, the gateman had raised a brow at letting a beat up jalopy into our oh-so-exclusive grounds but his car now came in frequently enough that he barely noticed us as we sped by.
The car hadn’t even stopped when I started to open the door.
“Hey, be careful,” he cautioned as he hit the brakes.
“Don’t worry about me,” I said as I flung my right leg out. “A little scrape is nothing compared to what my mother would do to me if she got home first.”
“Who’s talking about you? If something happens to my car door…”
I hissed then jumped out of the car before he could finish his sentence. I held on to my chest and ran into the building. Damn, it sucked being a girl! I screamed a quick “hello” at the doorman and ran to the elevator. I could already hear it ding so I knew that all I had to do was put my hand in between the doors to keep them from shutting. When I succeeded, I stopped to catch my breath and peered into the elevator. And that was when I saw HIM.
For now, let’s just call him HIM okay? Why? Because his name gives me headaches and I took the last two tablets of Ibuprofen the last time I mentioned it. You see, I’m actually quite an amicable person so there are only a few things I hate. For starters, I hate mice. They are little, nasty, creepy, squicky, ugly, evil, disgusting animals that seem to find their way into everywhere. Why the hell is there an ANIMAL in your house? Living in your house? Showing up in the middle of the night? Running around your freaking kitchen, hiding behind your cabinet and chewing holes in your walls and cabinets? And it’s not something you bought or even invited into your home. Nope. It just shows up and refuses to leave. And worse? It freaking populates like a bloody gremlin after water’s been thrown at it. So you see? I hate mice.
But at that moment, watching him smirk inside that elevator, I actually wished I’d seen a mouse instead. Okay… so who am I kidding? If I’d seen a mouse I would have run the heck out of there. A mouse and I chilling together in an elevator for 6 flights? Not in this lifetime.
“Are you coming in or not?” he asked, scowling at me like I was a naughty 5 year old.
Bastard. I really wanted to run in, kick him in the balls and run out. But I couldn’t. Why? Because 1)Our neighbor Mrs. Choi was standing a few feet from him looking impatient and 2) If I risked climbing 6 flights of stairs, there was a reasonable chance my mother would get home before me. In fact, there was a chance she was walking towards the elevators at that moment. With that realization, I quickly stepped in and hit the 'close' button.
Real sweat had begun to form on my forehead so I wiped it off with the back of my hand then leaned against a wall to steady myself and my rapidly heaving chest. I didn’t even bother to hit the button for my floor because as bad luck would have it, the bastard just happened to live on it. And even worse, next door to mine.
“Eww,” he said, scrunching his nose. He sniffed around then covered his nose. “What the hell? What’s that smell?”
Mrs. Choi mimicked him by sniffing then she shook her head. “I don’t smell anything.”
“You don’t?” He covered his mouth. “It’s so strong!”
I shook my head and looked away. The place smelled like roses (and not the ones that smell like poo-poo) so I knew he was just being his usual annoying self.
“Oh God, I think I’m going to choke.”
The stupid loser didn't even have enough acting talent to be an extra in a low budget porn flick. I looked at him in disgust and wanted to make him choke on my fist but since Mrs. Choi was there, I couldn’t do anything because I knew that she’d turn around and relay everything to my mother. So I waited patiently to hear the ding indicating that we’d gone past the third floor.
Probably unsatisfied with my lack of response, he decided to use the direct approach. “So Hee Soo, what’s your excuse?”
I smoothed my hair as I heard the next ding. As far as I was concerned, there were only two people in the elevator.
“ Don’t you think that a girl your age should at least shower once in a while?”
"Young man, what are you saying?" Mrs. Choi scolded. "Stop being so rude!"
"You're only saying that because you can't smell it, Ma'am. If you could, you'd agree with me," he said in a pained voice.
I shifted my weight from foot to foot and waited for the next ding. We’d just gone past the fifth floor when he started laughing.
When the elevator stopped at our floor, I flew out and ran to my apartment. I turned the key, went in and shut the door behind me. After I looked around and saw that I was the only one home, I let out a sigh of relief and promised to get Park Ji Tae back at the first chance I had.