Edited on 29th Aug

Dedicated to my butt annoying other half thecarmash . Love ya best friend!

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Tinker Bell.

Peter's everything.

Being his crime partner, admirer, best friend and most of all with her indomitable love for Peter, I kind of think she deserves the title 'soulmate of Peter'.

Then, from the extent of saving his life to the level of sacrificing hers.

But hey, ignore the part where everyone believes she's just another evil fairy. In my opinion, the scene was quite created to do justice to Wendy's character. I don't accept that loving someone selflessly beyond limits is half as painful as unrequited love.

Even after knowing they would never be yours.

Even after knowing you can never earn a look from them in that way.

The precise word for that kind of pain is 'unbearable'.

Despite, the betrayal in his words, breaking all norms of friendship, she still gave her heart to him. So, what poor Tink went through was not at all easy.

And wouldn't her minute heart tear into pieces, when only fragments of torn emotions remain in the hearts of us humans; a ten times bigger than that of a fairy's?

Playing the role of Tink in your story is like breaking bones, repairing them and breaking them again.

They say, with time, you'll eventually get over one-sided love.

By that, they mean to shoot your puppy.

Realizing the person of your dreams might never love you, but you still fantasize about them. And the worst part is the feeling itself is so relieving.

Seeing them smile at another girl, and your emotional pain intensifies.

Especially, when your faithful enemy; brain, admits the fact, she's a hundred times prettier than you. By hundred times, I mean a huge contrast. Just like how the guy who put forward the nuclear theory of atom, compared the atom with the nucleus.

I'm the nucleus here, you know. More appropriate to say my prettiness.

Living with the gut-wrenching feeling for the rest of my life was not all I wanted to do.

So, I walked to the alternative.

There were only a few ways to heal the blade cut with no blood. Apparently no blood, but the inner bleeding was like you wouldn't believe.

My brain had never left me alone. Nor had my heart, until I chose to run out of my country.

The idea seemed much better than giving place to the butterflies to soar.

Be it a ten or fifteen meters, that's the pretty much limit. My body wouldn't go further at his presence. Neither towards nor away from him. Weird, I know.

The other potential threat, I had in pushing my legs forwards was my butt annoying cousin.

Wait, lemme explain.

Having a crush on your cousin's best friend is horrible as hell.

Because my cousin has microscopic lenses as eyes, none of his friends are allowed to mess with me. Also, because my cousin's name is 'Joonpyo' otherwise known as the 'High School Greek God'. Whether I was in his place or at school, there was an invisible wall built in between me and his friends.

Moving to my crush, his other half.

Yoon Ji hoo, the boy who will never quit my heart.

The boy who loves to be with his violin, as much as I've known.

The boy who never gives a damn about the sluts, unlike my cousin and his friends.

The boy who is a definition of the policy 'one girl type'.

The boy who has honey brown hair.

The boy who melts my heart by a single streak of smile.

To him I am,

The girl he never notices.

The girl whose name he doesn't even know.

The girl who bumped onto him, four years before whilst carrying a handful of boxes.

~FLASHBACK~

"Do you want some help?," he asks, leaning to the floor. As in quoted from my diary, the scene exactly ocurred at 12.55 p.m, on a Monday, at high school.

After practically eye raping him for a few minutes, I manage to blush beet red. His dazzling smile trails from genuine to stone. I twitch my corners to a "hi".

Verbally, I receive no reply. His brows furrow as our fingers brush whilst piling the boxes

A flash flood of chemicals hit my spine, sending jolts of current. The butterflies begin to fly and I mentally gasp at the heavenly feeling. Inside my mind, our bridesmaid and best man were marching ceremoniously, before us walking down the aisle.

Once, the business was done, he went without a word.

Before I knew it, he was long gone.

And my heart ached.

~.~

From then onwards, I had the scene engraved as one of my most intimate moments. Dearer than my sweet sixteen.

But do you think that were the only minutes we spent together?

No, you're wrong.

We met way before, than, what you think is four years.

Way before he became friends with my cousin.

~FLASHBACK~

*Fourteen years ago*

"Fifi, where are you taking us?" I ask for the nth time.

My cousin's parents' secretary,or should I say my uncle's secretary ; cause I hate his wife so much, laughs at me before shushing his mouth with his index. His name is Kim, but I preferred calling everyone 'Fifi' that day, as I was madly in love with the name 'Fifi'.

I was practically oozing interest, a form of enthusiasm that grips me with every passing second when I smell excitement.

Actually, I had a habit of creating names and calling almost everyone by them. Like how quick the weather changes, my liking for them too fluctuates.

"To buy ice-cream," he says whipping my cousin's and my arms in the air from the position he was holding.

"Yay!" I squeal.

Facing my cousin I ask, "Fifi, what flavor do you want?"

"For god's sake, stop calling me Fifi." Joonpyo cringes, scowling.

Looking grumpy as ever, he snarls at Kim, "And may I know why am I supposed to follow you? Isn't it why you get money for?"

Spoilt billionaire kids.

"I'm to escort you sir, it's my duty I do," Kim answers, desperately.

Sounds like you're igniting the fire. Bad idea, Kim. But I purse my lips exactly where I stopped.

"Just because they have a meeting with the president's son, they ditch me. Fine, just say it's alright. Now, can't I have my own privacy? I'm freaking seven years old!" my cousin rants helplessly.

Now, I open my mouth. The horrific expression on Kim's face, pierces my seven year old tender heart.

"It's okay Fifi, we'll be fine." I squeeze Kim's hand reassuringly.

"Ju, we can stay here until he comes,"I reach my cousin's arm and pull him to a nearby park bench.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Idiot of the century, obey for a reason, if you wanna get rid of him," I whisper to my cousin. Ju chokes a chuckle before winking at me.

Somehow, this convinces Kim as he nods at us approvingly.

~*~

"-When it comes to ice-cream, delicious is an understatement. I don't get the point, why do you like strawberry so much? Chocolate's heaven, Fifi."

"It's like two hundred words you spoke this minute, Song. Please, I can't stand anymore. I'm afraid I'll end up bleeding my ears," Joonpyo walks to the front uninterestedly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

I glare at his back in defense for my ice-cream.

One minute I stay preoccupied in my thoughts and the next I hear a sound of a whimper.

Oh, no!

Somebody on the pavement has attacked an old man, probably by bumping.

The victim throws his hands on the floor profusely, in a manner to search for something. Few centimeters apart, stayed his walking stick on the ground.

Empathy came out quicker than I thought.

I was the only person running towards the man. Nobody paid attention. They were minding their own business.

This is such a mad, bad and a cruel world.

I take his walking stick, pressing his fingers against it.

"Thankyou," the old man stutters.

He limps from his knees to an erect position.

"How can I help you?"

Okay, he's blind plus he wants to help me.

Confusing combination, right?

"Um... no need to do something in return, sir," I assure. Astonishment shakes my voice.

"That would make me owe to you, dear lady. I hate debts," he turns down my offer.

Oh!

"Wait, I can do something for you," he rejoins soon after, taking my silence as cue to my leave.

I saw him stretch his hands. To the level where he aims, I can relate he's searching for mine. I lock my hands in his and he grins mouthily.

"I'm a fortune teller," he confesses whilst drawing circles on my tiny palm.

"How old are you?" he demands.

"Seven," I answer honestly.

"Good at heart, good at fate," he nods, copying the 'ho-ho' chuckle of Santa Claus.

"Close your eyes, and walk forwards, young lady. Looking through my prophecy, I sense your soulmate here. The first person you collide would bring the best to your life like how your dad matters to your mom. Make it fast. My capabilities state even a split second can cause a huge difference."

The clever kid I was, I wasted no time. After all, the help was productive.

I've no memory of what happened next to the old man. Unbothered to ponder over the fact, I do as I'm told.

From the day it banged my head that two individuals like my mom and dad marry to play with each other, I had the liking of marrying too. I've seen dad buy flowers to mom. He hugs her, places her head on his chest and thinking I was not there he also kissed her one day.

Well, in the case of meddling their own concerns, my older and younger sisters are experts as they're not so the eavesdropping type. Hence, before doing the nasty, my parents search whether I'm in their whereabout. For the reason, I am naughty, I slide myself behind the curtain covers, watching everything uncaught.

Okay, let's not talk about it.

The relationship shared between my parents is so deep and cute, which makes me wonder when I'll get a chance to do that.

I continue to walk counting my steps, simultaneously measuring contacts with the ground.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Nothing, yet?

Six.

Seven.

Eig- ouch!

Right as I was about to finish counting eight, a strength equal to massive storm overtakes my balanced posture. Or maybe I'm a bit exaggerating, its pace was lighter than that. However, not the possible speed of a walking individual. More likely, to that of  skating, I guess. Or something similar.

No sooner, I was propelled to the snow carpeted earth. How can a body so lean withstand such a gigantic force? I wasn't tuned to that kind of practice either.

Instead of looking straight to my attacker, I move to a comfortable position covering my face. Surprisingly, my eyes wouldn't move, flooding further darkness to my closed world. Yet, the influence was shorter than I thought.

A gentle touch breaks my mental turmoil. Not the kind of touch experienced before, but the touch that had its full effect on my body.

I open my eyes and ball them wide forgetting the involuntary reflex to blink.

He was absolutely tantalizing.

Electrifying and completely vulnerable.

Wow, that's how I feel right now.

His eyes, so elegantly colored brown. Unbelievably perfect, I must say. That if I were chocolate chip cookies, I'd indeed fume with jealousy.

His hair, flipped sideways rests neatly on his forehead. A true gift from God.

His pearly whites, no comment on it.

Some few seconds passed in silence. I study the features of my heart throb defiantly. I notice his beanie drenched in snow. At the moment, I envy the nonliving droplets. They're are so lucky to be there.

Aside from keeping me warm underneath my flannel shirt, my shoulder starts to freeze underrating its own quality by the sickening touch received. Weakening, sickening or a mixture of both.

Then, completely out of nowhere, a series of blackness peeps through my view. I fight hard not to seal my visual aids that were helping to drool on the view before me. But too weak for that, I back away.

Knowing I was getting too dizzy, I dive into the illusory world. Where I come out flipping my newborn wings with a magic wand encircled in my hand. I fly higher and higher above the sky. Eventually the dark force engulfs my power of movement.

~*~

Seriously, who the hell faints at the sight of their crush?

I did.

And I hate myself for that.

After about ten minutes of unconsciousness, Kim had carried me to my super luxurious abode. My brother and my heart throb soon became friends as he was praised much for waiting there patting my cheeks for the next ten minutes, during which Kim found me.

Not to mention the things happened next. But I have to admit it, solely because of my bad luck. He lost both his parents due to a car accident that night. Injuring the latter part of his brain, he forgot his memory. Which I've painted with bad luck by retaining my last picture on it.

I did matter nothing to him just like I was before. A no one in his life.

My helicopter cousin played a great deal of support. He had his back all the time. They were a mini gang of entice in the middle school. Within about a week of every consequences, two other friends joined their gang and two became four.

To dilute his tears, God had sent a blonde beauty.

Told you, he's one of God's favorite child.

A year older than him but they made a beautiful couple. Matchingly she had an enchanting name; Min Seo Hyun. Equally, an entitled heiress.

Usually, I take deep breaths to avoid the stabs in my bowels. They'd walk alluringly to the lunch table hand in hand. Since, they had a private dining area in high school, the scene they provide to us;normal students displaying average mode, is limited. So whenever they walk past, all eyes stare at them. My chest would shrink back and I'd ignore the pain.

Throughout this time period, our physical collision mentioned earlier happened. Call me a magnet of misfortune, I'll not deny it. As expected, I have evidence to prove.

In three days time, Min Seohyun was called by some talent agency in Korea. Accepting the invitation, she stepped into her modelling career, leaving him behind. They were still having their distant relationship, but from the grief on his face I realized the pain he was hiding.

Being the good Tink, I decide to do some cupid. I'd write him letters saying how much I love him. Everything in those letters were accurate to the point, except for the concluding part. That's, instead of revealing my true identity, I'd post them under the pseudonym, 'With love, Seohyun'.

I continued my method even after I left to New York. At my cousin's words about Seohyun, I'd get the news of her modelling location. I wasn't sure why, my job indeed made me feel in a special way. The person you wants to see happy all the time is actually happier all the time, because of you. That's why I thought phrasing my feelings did bind our hearts together.

A few years later, I finished my degree on medicine. To legally become the inheritor of her parent's hospital, the heiress required five years or more experience. Yup, a huge time. Stupid laws and firms, you know.

The funniest part was, I got enrolled to a hospital through my parent's influence. They promised for a king-sized donation. Meanwhile, they also agreed to make amends for whatever the damage I cause. I mean, to accessories, tools and stuff.

Ten minutes earlier, I got to know, my co-MD was none other than my heartthrob himself. And I blame my parents for not analyzing the hospital qualitatively. Seriously, if it was me I'd run my eyes more carefully than taking a rapid glance at the Dean like my father did.

Now, thirty minutes later, I've to acknowledge my crush at my new working place. I might as well exchange some kind words right?

As in response, my brain shrugs casually, "Keep one thing in mind though, a crush can crush your feelings."

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*Songbin