Simply Awkward

He's Not Lee Min Ho or Kim Bum

It's every girl's dream to find the one or Mr. Right as others may call "him" he wasn't like any other guy and I wasn't an ordinary girl either. In fact, our love story wasn't like some fairy tale either plus it was more awkward than your usual love story.

It all began in my freshman year of high school. It was the end of my third period and I realized that this girl's phone was sitting on the desk in front of me, but the girl who sat in front of me was long gone and I didn't know what her next class was.

"Well then....looks like we're making a trip to the front office." In my school, the front office was not somewhere you wanted to be or even put a lost item. There are a few reasons why; One, you can't exactly trust the front office lady to give back the stuff that's been lost. Two, the office ladies constantly look dreadful yet they act all haughty cause they think they're big shit supervising teenagers when in reality there are people having sex in abandoned classrooms and what not. Three, there's a girl who stays in the office and works as a TA (Teacher's Assistant). Meaning she's a snitch, she lies and she's a notorious pick-pocketer. So my reasons for not wanting to go to the front office are valid.

On my way there I ran into Ha Ni one of the only other South Korean girls here.
"Ha Ni!" I shouted

"Pan Da! Where're you headed?" She asked me.

"To the front office where the pick-pocketer's cave is.." I say in regret.

"Why d-" I pick up the abandoned phone interrupting her sentence.

"Oh..." she said, "I'll come with you too." I shoot her a confused look

"Why with me to the front office?"

"Cause I don't wanna go to Algebra and what if she steals something of yours while you're not looking." That's the first time I ever heard Ha Ni say that, and she had a point.

When we got to the front office, I looked around and patiently waited for the woman in front of me finish whatever she's doing. Ha Ni starts impatiently shoulder bumping me.

"Ngeoddeonngree?!" (What?!) I yell in irritation.

"Kkoch sonyeon two 'o clock." (Flower boy two 'o clock) She gestured towards a boy about our age, with brown hair, blonde highlights, and blue eyes.

"Andwae! Michyeosseo Ha Ni?!" (No way! Are you crazy Ha Ni?!)

"I'd be crazy if he wasn't a hottie malottie with a swimmers body!"

"Ha Nii-" our conversation was interrupted by pick-pocketer and an office lady.

"How may I help you?" The office lady asked. Transitioning from Korean to English seemed to be somewhat of a task for me for some reason.

"Ah, this girl named Jean left this on her desk and I was trying to give it to her but she left before I could even give it to her."

"What's her last name?" She asked me.

"Dawson, Jean Dawson." The late bell for 4th period rang.

"Um, can you write us a pass to class?"

"We don't have passes here." That was pretty much the lady telling us "You're late, get to class"

Quickly we began to dash across the office, out the door, and down the hallways. Luckily I made it to my class just as the teacher was calling my name for attendance. One second later and I would've been marked absent. I sat in my desk for a few seconds until I felt like I was missing something. Something important. I began to do a quick search and I realized I was missing something. My phone. I was missing my phone. Pick Pocketed. I was pickpocketed by the pick-pocketer. I stand up with my hand raised.

"Um, Mr. Hidson can I go to the bathroom?" , I lied as he looked at his watch and looked at the clock and said you got 4 minutes and no more bathroom breaks for the rest of the day.

"Ok," I said as I stood up to dash out of the classroom to the hallway and back to the front office. I rushed into the front office out of breath and probably as red as a tomato.

"How may we help you....again?" Asked the desk lady. Her lame humor didn't amuse me at all.

"I-I need to see Beatrice." That's the name of the pick-pocketer.

"What's your name?" She asked me

"Pan Da Kim." She wrote down my name and as she was doing that I could see what looked like my phone just chilling on the back table.

"Pardon me? May I ask what that is on the back table?" I asked the woman pointing behind her.

"That's a phone. Are you missing one?" She asked me with a puzzled look and tone.

"Ah...yes?" I say with a wide grin. The woman sighs and walks to the back counter to grab the phone. It was definitely my phone, the one of a kind panda shaped case with a Lee Min Ho wallpaper. Omo (it's a Korean version of Omg instead of Oh my god it's Oh my! I like to put my own twist on the turn and say Oh my oppa! For those of you who don't know what oppa means I'll explain that another time.) it had Pan Da written all over it.

"Do you mind if I ask how my phone ended up here?" I asked her in a polite tone. She sighed and rolled eyes (great attitude and oh my! It rhymes!) "You dropped it while you were leaving and Beatrice was about to grab it that was until a young man grabbed it and gave it to me. Now any more questions?"

I looked at her and said, "Nope thank you very much." I said as I dashed out and held on to my phone tight on my way to class.
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Later that night

"You're not afraid of anything in this world, but when you see a bug you start quivering in fear. Rather than having a single finger broken on your girlfriend, you're an idiot that thinks it would be better if all your ribs were broken instead. You don't even know the difference between pride and privacy. You're so stupid, you swear you're always right even though you completely mess up every saying in the book. You hate kids but you want to take your son to go see the stars. You want to become a good father. You're a lonely but affectionate person. That's exactly who you are. Say it... my name."

Ha Ni was holding onto my panda pillow as I was holding my Hello Kitty pillow as we saw our favorite show was about to come to an end. Jan Di's speech touched our hearts. As Jan Di was about to jump (at least it looked like it.) Ha Ni reached for my PS3 controller and paused it.

"Ya!" (Hey!) I shouted at her.

"Wae?" (What?) she looked at me.

"Why did you pause it?!" I frowned,

"I can't do it, I can't let my favorite show end now! Today!" She said in the cutest tone. "And I also have to go home.."

"Ok.." I pouted going back to my queue in Dramafever.

"See you tomorrow unnie!" (Unnie is another way to address your sunbae (senior) however unnie is a term used by younger females and noona is used by younger males or just males in general.)

"Tomorrow dongsaeng!" (Dongsaeng is addressing your junior.) as she left I could hear eomma (mom) asking Ha Ni "Kimbap?" (Kimbap is a Korean version of sushi made with steamed white rice [bap] rolled in dried laver seaweed [gim] [kim] it can be pronounced either way. Kimbap. Gimbap. Means the same thing. It's like the word shinigami [stands for God of death in Japanese] Shi means death, Ni means of and kami means God for some reason it's a g in the word shinigami instead of a k.)

I could hear Ha Ni politely decline her offer and leave. I started getting bored again looking for k-dramas to watch. Then I started thinking about that American guy Ha Ni was freaking out over saying he was a flower boy (flower boy means pretty boy or baby-faced pretty boy just like the Japanese word Bishounen [Bishōnen] or for short Bishie which basically means pretty youthful boy.)

He was decent looking but not as handsome as [Lee] Min Ho (famous South Korean actor) oppa (oppa is an endearment word meaning either older brother or boyfriend [if you translate it loosely] the endearment is used by younger females and or just females in general.) or Kim Bum [Beom] (another South Korean actor). Even if he did end up going to our school there was no guarantee he'd be in our grade. Just one encounter with him was enough, cause from that day fate had made our destinies entwined.