Jung Jihoon, The Original Maknae: An H.O.T/Shinhwa Story

Rain Freestyle 2

1999

The almost seventeen year old Jihoon was once again freestyle dancing. This was one of his  daily exercise routine he developed since training here. He pick a random song and dance to it. He was like Kevin Bacon in Footloose. The only ones watching was his sister Hana, Boah, Jiyong, and Jang Nara who was sitting beside him.

"Jihoon sure is energetic. It's incredible how much stamina he has." Nara muses.

"Oppa is the greatest dancer there is! There's nobody who could beat my brother!" Hana said with pride. Her hair was dyed a bright hazelnut. Since puberty was kicking in, she felt pressure to take care of her looks. She wore only the lightest of makeup a girl her age would wear. Boah as well dyed her hair light hazelnut, but also a hairpin attached to bangs to keep her from covering her face.

"He could probably even rival Steve Yoo if he wanted to." Boah giggled.

"That would be totally crazy. There's no way!" Hana laughed in disbelief.

"Can I go home noona? I don't want to be here." Jiyong pouts at the giggling from the two girls.

"My job is too look after all of you. That includes Boah and Hana-ah. Besides we can't leave Jihoon-ah by himself. That would be cruel." Nara said in her noona mode.

"I can't even do anything! Wish I had my Gameboy with me!" The boy complained.

"You already played enough Pokemon for today! You need a break from that system! This is the last time we're having this conversation." Nara said in a tone that meant no argument. The boy just groaned not getting to play his favorite game.

I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner
I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee
And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue
He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in
"It is always
Nice to see you"
Says the man
Behind the counter
To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella
And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos
And I'm pretending
Not to see them
And instead
I pour the milk
I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an actor
Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of
And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies
When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head
There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?
No she does not
Really see me
'Cause she sees
Her own reflection
And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt
And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Has gotten wet
Oh this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening
To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice
And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began
And I finish up my coffee
And it's time to catch the train