Stumbling

Why did I ever think this was a good idea? I should have stayed in the hotel...

Why didn't I bother getting the stupid map from the lobby? My phone is nowhere to be seen, and I'm too terrified to ask anyone for directions. I would loose my phone in a foreign country! Asking for directions is a problem, not because of the language, but because I'm just that socially awkward.

I look around, wondering where I am. I don't see many people, everyone seems to be in the shops. I walk by a sweets shop, and I hear A-yo by SHINee pouring out the door. I begin to sing along without realizing it.

I can't help but smile as I sing, "Sometimes you walk alone, You stop for a moment and take a look around, When you're tired of being alone, Follow me then, follow me, me, eh" Onew's voice is so calming, and it makes me so happy. It just clears my mind, and makes me smile even more.

The song slowly fades as I get further and further from the shop, but my smile doesn't waver.

I then realize, if I keep walking, I'll eventually reach one of the main streets, where I can hail a cab and get back to the hotel. Maybe I could still go sight seeing if I felt like it.

I walk past more shops with a bounce in my step. I look around, through the shop windows, wondering at every one if I should go see what treasures may be inside.

As I'm passing by a restaurant, eyes set on the dress shop ahead, I walk into someone just stepping out.

I think I hear "I'm sorry!" about thirty times before I hit the ground.

It's cute, and the deep, male voice repeating the phrase sounds all too familiar...

Then, it hits me like a train.

It's not possible. I refuse to look up. I feel my heart pounding in my chest and my cheeks heating up. I sit there on the sidewalk, trying to take deep breaths and calm myself down. I swear I smell chicken through the open door of the restaurant...

"Sorry! Are you okay? Oh my god! Did I hurt you? Do you need help getting up? I'm so sorry!" I hear his worried voice clearly.

Did I hit my head when I fell down somehow? There is absolutely no way that I'm hearing Lee Jinki's god-like voice apologizing to me.

I'm going insane... That's the only explanation, or maybe I got hit by a bus while exploring Seoul. Yep, I'm dead and this is my personal heaven.

I take a quick look up to see if the epitome of perfection that is Lee Jinki really is standing before me.

My eyes instantly widen, and my jaw drops.

There he is, still mumbling apologies, not knowing if he should help the clumsy, strange foreigner up. Perfection, in all his 5' 10", blond-haired, brown-eyed, glory. I resist the urge to pass out on the sidewalk. I look down again, shielded by my hair, I pinch my arm just to double check if I'm alive, as if the mini heart attack I had seconds before wasn't proof enough.

"Ow," I mumble a little too loud to myself, "it actually hurt!"

"OH MY GOD, YOU ARE HURT! I NEED TO CALL AN AMBULANCE!" he yelps, fumbling to pull his phone out of his pocket.

He's so cute, I think while trying to suppress a small smile.

"No, no, no! I'm completely fine! Not even a bruise on me!" I try to reassure him, while trying to stand up.

Before can I stumble and fall while trying to stand up, he grabs onto me and helps me up. The blush on my cheeks intensifies, and I can feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach.