Title: Friends Meet Again Winglin Link: www.winglin.net/fanfic/ikang3
Genre: Friendship, brotherhood
Length: 947 words
Characters: Yunho and Jaejoong
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Vocabulary:
*kingka – most popular guys in school
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Friends eventually drift away.
Once they cut the bond that holds them together, their friendship is never the same again.
A five-year-old boy sat in his chair, secluded from the other kindergarteners who were busy playing with the toys that the teacher laid out for them. He just sat there, observing the other kids play and laugh around, wishing to join them but not daring to because of his very shy nature.
“VROOOM!!!” a toy truck suddenly popped up from his desk, accompanied by a toothless grin of a raven-haired boy who was playing with it. “Hi! Wanna play with me?”
The boy, surprised, just shook his head vehemently, not uttering a single word.
“Pleaaaaasssseeeee…” he begged.
“Why don’t you play with them?” the quiet boy said, pointing to the other kids.
The raven-haired boy pouted. “I can’t. They don’t wanna play with me. Dunno why.”
A ten-year-old kid ran as fast as he could. He was running late again. His best friend is surely never going to let him hear the end of it.
“There you are!” the raven-haired kid tapped his foot impatiently. “I’ve been waiting for you here forever! Where have you been!?”
“Sorry…” he muttered. “Had to do chores for mom…”
“Aish,” the raven-haired kid grumbled. “Do you always have to be good boy? Never mind. Let’s just go! We’re late!”
“Why do you have to do this, anyway? It’s dangerous. We might get in trouble…” he said as they started walking towards where the dare was going to take place.
“If I do this, then ‘they’ will think I’m really brave. Then they would like me.”
“Yunho! Yunho! Look at this!!!” a raven-haired boy came running to the fourteen-year-old teenager seated at a lunch table, reading an unusually thick book while eating his lunch.
“What?” he asked, tearing his eyes from the book he was reading.
“Ew, close your mouth!” the raven-haired boy made a face. He waited until the other boy finished swallowing his food, before continuing his tirade. “Look at this! Read it!”
“Join our Math Club today…” he read without enthusiasm. “So, what’s so important with it? Last time I checked, you hated Math.”
“Yeah, but look at one of the members… See? Shim Changmin? One of the school kingkas*? If I could get into his good books, he could promote me into being a kingka, too!”
“Don’t you ever get tired of your quest for popularity?” the fourteen-year-old sighed.
“I’m more tired being a loser. I’m tired of this, not having friends. I don’t want to be a loser forever. Everybody likes the popular kids. I just want them to like me.”
A seventeen-year-old guy walked towards the library, his arms full of books. He wasn’t looking where he was going, and unfortunately bumped to someone, sending his books flying all around. He immediately dove down to pick them up.
“Yah, would you watch where you’re going!”
He looked up and saw the four kingkas of the school in front of him. “Sorry…” he muttered quietly and hung his head low.
“Let’s go, we’re running late,” a blonde-haired guy stepped across the other three who were glaring at boy. He started to walk away without as much taking a glance at the boy on the ground.
The other three followed his suit and started to walk away. “Why are you in such a rush, anyway? It’s just a party.” one of the three asked.
“It’s the biggest party of the year and we have to attend. I want them to keep on liking me.”
A twenty-three-year-old university student headed towards his car in the university parking lot, carrying stacks and stack of Economics books in his arms. On the corner of his eyes he saw an emaciated figure hunched over a bench, his face buried in his palms. His feet automatically dragged him in front of the figure.
The figure felt his presence and looked up. The university student realized it was him…
“We meet again,” he smiled.
“What do you want?” the man snapped for some unknown reason, glaring at the student angrily and suspiciously.
The university student quietly sat down on the bench beside the man. “Nothing. I never did want anything.”
The formerly raven-haired boy once again buried his face in his palms and bitterly laughed. “Never did want anything. That’s why your life isn’t as screwed as mine.”
The university student didn’t answer. He just kept quiet.
“Screw them all. All they did was make my life miserable. I spent my whole life trying to get them to like me, and this is what they do? Get me addicted to drugs and bury me in debts?” He started to cry. “Screw them all.”
An eighty-two-year-old gentleman stared at the peaceful sleeping expression of his best friend, the man who had been his friend for more than sixty years. No, the man who had been his friend all throughout his life. Even the time that he drifted away, this man had always remained his friend. He was a man who never required him to prove his worth, a man who accepted him just as he is. A man who had accepted him even after all his mistakes.
The coffin was slowly lowered towards the hollowed out ground, and earth started to cover it.
The eighty-two-year-old, now white-haired gentleman smiled and looked towards the blue sky. “We’ll meet again someday, my friend. Rest in peace.”
When friends meet again someday…
Even if they never could bring back the broken bond forever…
They can still make a better bond, greater and stronger…
And they’d stay best of friends…
Till the end of the end…
No questions asked.
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