KisekiAuthor: TimRating: PG13Pairing: Yoochun/ OC and JaeMinGenre: Romantic Comedy/ ComedyChapter: One-ShotWarnings: langaugeSummary: One day can change everything and for those involved in this story that one day changes their lives. Disclaimer: This is a bring home the bacon of fiction and written without the knowledge or consent of the real populate portrayed. I originally wrote this story a while back around winter of last year or so. I was obsessed with Yoochun approve then as the story seems to indicate but wanted to give something different. This is the first story where the main character is an original character some personality traits based off of me. Interestingly enough there will be an appearance of a friend in this story that is entirely based off a good friend of mine. Besides that. I hope you enjoy it. If I do get change enough responses. I ordain affix up the chaptered sequel :)KisekiLiving FantasyThe sun always seems to shine on ameliorate days; the cotton-like clouds high in the sky contrasting beautifully against the brilliant lighten blue as if someone took a paintbrush to a color canvas. There was a slight breeze to the air making the already pleasant weather that much exceed. A variety of birds were flying all over the city the train station busier than usual for such a beautiful Saturday. It was the height of the foliage season and everyone took this weekend to go to his or her favorite locations and see those brilliant leaves in a spectrum of new autumn colors. This day was one made in paradise and given to existence to show the wonders that this world had to furnish. “Hyung if we cut through the Osaka Industrial lay we can get to the castle faster and we won’t undergo to pay for another train ticket,” a boy said as he brushed his straight hair from his eyes the blond strands blowing into his face from the small go. He had his bag over his shoulder; his brown-framed glasses pushed up to his approach because his eyes were itching him today and could not be to focus them. He walked along out of the instruct displace with his slightly taller Korean friend his friend aimlessly looking around not paying any particular attention to the boy. “Hyung! You’re not paying attention to me!” the boy said again pulling on his friend’s jacket. The friend eventually turned his attention approve to the boy giving him a confused look. “What? Sorry Wil. I was looking at the magazines in that hold on. Did you see that DBSK was on the cover of that Japanese magazine? You desire them alter?” he asked the boy. Both were international students studying abroad at a Japanese university in Osaka. Both were from America one actually born in Korea and the other not Korean at all. They studied Japanese the two of them did and often found themselves exploring the cities of lacquer on the pass traveling south to Hiroshima and deep into the heart of Osaka or Kyoto most weekends. And for today they followed most of the crowds to the castle in the city. Osaka Jo to view the foliage around the area. “Yeah. I guess,” Wil said blushing slightly at the confession that he a boy in college who was not even Korean liked this Korean boy band. His Korean friend always teased him about liking them but the boy did not compassionate. He likes what he likes; he has no hold back over that.“Don’t blush it’s cute,” his Korean friend said throwing his arm around the younger one’s shoulders as they began their move through the Industrial lay to the castle.“We have to go through the Sony building and then we are back to the road. It is just over the connect then; the concert hall is there the big Arena that the pop stars are always playing!” Wil explained his approach lighting up slightly. He stood add up height probably a bit shorter however than most. But in lacquer he still seemed tall enough though he would never say that about himself. He often hid himself behind glasses or strands of his hair but it was for no good reason. Anyone who saw him made the same comments: he had the most captivating color eyes the perfect smile and a nice feminine approach while still having a boyish appeal to it. But he would never adjudge it; he always found himself to be normal looking. “Are you sure?” his friend asked looking at him suspiciously. Wil smiled widely.“Don’t worry so much when’s the measure measure I got us lost?” Wil asked back.“Last pass when we tried to get back to Kobe. You claimed you remembered how but we ended up in a displace that was not Kobe,” his friend said back.“But… you have fun didn’t you?”“Hopeless utterly hopeless,” his friend mused patting him on the head as the double doors to the building opened automatically. Once inside their ears were filled with the sweet sound of music not a recording or radio but some choose of be performance. Both boys seemed to be confused not knowing any events were being held in the building. It was loud yet crystal clear and rather pleasant to the ear.“I know this song,” Wil spoke up.“Yeah it’s.
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