Shout Out To Mr. Foxy! ⚊ Kim Sunoo [#7]

✗ prologue ✗

⚊ prologue

In the bustling chaos of daycare, where giggles filled the air like confetti, I, Jung Kiara, stumbled upon Kim Sunoo. It was a moment straight out of a kiddie rom-com, with Karina as my trusty sidekick, pointing out Sunoo like he was the last piece of candy at a birthday party.

At five years old, I was smitten with the quiet kid in the corner, staring at the sand box like it was showing him cat videos. He was cute in a shy, "I'm plotting world domination" kind of way.

From then on, I was hooked, like a toddler to a juice box.

One sunny day, a gang of little rascals decided to hassle Sunoo in the sandbox. My tiny heart couldn't take it. I strutted over like a pint-sized superhero, ready to lay down the law.

"Stop picking on him!" I yelled, my voice piercing the playground chatter.

The bullies turned, looking as surprised as a goldfish at a magic show.

"What are you gonna do about it?" one of them dared.

I didn't blink. With the bravery of a kid who just learned how to tie her shoes, I faced them down.

"I'll... I'll give you a timeout!" I blurted out, trying to sound tough but probably just sounding like a mini dictator.

The teachers swooped in like playground referees, sorting out the mess. Sunoo got comforted, and I got a pat on the back for my pint-sized heroics.

Later that day, as I sat on the swings, feeling like the queen of the playground, Sunoo tapped me on the shoulder. His smile was timid, like a puppy meeting a cat for the first time.

"Thanks," he mumbled shyly.

And just like that, a friendship was born, bonded by sandbox standoffs and shared juice boxes.

As we got older, life happened, like a game of musical chairs, and we ended up in different corners of the classroom. We still nodded and smiled in the halls, but the days of sandbox solidarity became a distant memory, like that one time someone brought a snake to show-and-tell.

Yet, as the years rolled on and puberty hit us like a ton of textbooks, I started to realize that maybe my feelings for Sunoo were more than just playground pal affection. Maybe, just maybe, I was crushing on the boy who once sat alone in the corner, his eyes full of silent dreams. But hey, that's the drama of growing up, right?

Life in high school was like navigating a maze blindfolded. Everything was a jumble of lockers slamming shut, teenagers rushing to class, and the occasional dramatic hallway encounter. Amidst the chaos, Sunoo remained a constant presence, a quiet figure blending into the background like a chameleon.

We'd exchange polite nods and fleeting smiles in passing, like ships in the night exchanging pleasantries before disappearing into the darkness. But deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to our connection than mere acquaintance.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I found myself drawn to Sunoo like a moth to a flame. There was something magnetic about his quiet demeanor, something that pulled me in like a gravitational force.

But amidst the whirlwind of high school, there was one moment that stood out — a moment of shameless nostalgia and unabashed friendship. It happened one ordinary day in the crowded hallway, amidst the chaos of lockers slamming shut and teenagers rushing to class.

I caught a glimpse of Sunoo, his familiar figure blending into the sea of students like a solitary island in a vast ocean. Without thinking, I called out his name, my voice carrying across the hallway like a beacon in the night.

"Sunoo!" I exclaimed, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

He turned, his eyes meeting mine with a hint of surprise and recognition. And in that moment, time seemed to stand still as we locked gazes, a silent understanding passing between us like a secret shared between old friends.

"Hey, Kiara," he replied, his voice soft and warm like a gentle breeze.

And just like that, the years melted away, and we were kids again, laughing and playing in the sandbox, our friendship as timeless as the memories we shared.

"Remember the time we took on those bullies in the sand box?" I asked, a playful grin spreading across my face.

Sunoo chuckled, his eyes lighting up with nostalgia.

"How could I forget?" he replied, his smile mirroring mine. "You were like a pint-sized superhero, swooping in to save the day."

We exchanged stories and laughter, lost in the magic of our shared history. But as the bell rang, signaling the end of another school day, Sunoo remained silent, his lips sealed like a vault.

But hey, who knows what the future holds?

Maybe one day we'll be close again, and our sand box adventures will continue, with a few extra wrinkles and a lot more laughter. Until then, I'll hold onto the memories we shared and the hope that we will be like before again.

And even if Sunoo's become the popular guy, strutting through the halls like he's on a runway, and I'm just another face in the crowd, I won't let that get me down.

Because no matter where he goes, he'll always have admirers flocking to him like moths to a flame.

But me? I'll just be here, thanking him for gracing my life with his lovely presence, and maybe, just maybe, hoping he'll realize I'm more than just a comedic side character in his story.

Until then, I'll keep cracking jokes and tripping over my own feet, because who knows, maybe clumsiness is the way to his heart!

⚊ next chapter

that's all for now - coming soon!