I know...I'm getting old but lately I've been showing some interests in SM Town's newest boyband, EXO. The only reason why I got hooked was because one day while on the homepage of YouTube, I happened to see the music video of EXO-K being displayed and decided to click on it. Then I noticed that the video title was "What is Love?" (Korean Version). I thought, "Oh, is there an English version too?" No, it turned out that there was a Chinese version. However, since I'm more interested in Korean produced Chinese music, I decided to listen to the Chinese version. At first, the song didn't seem too interesting but after listening to it a couple of times, I found the song to be pretty catchy and the boys "very pretty" as well. So that did it...and EXO's got my attention for a while now. Although all of them are equally likable and talented, I just thought that EXO-M's Chen is just too adorable especially given the fact that he is so shy and quiet on the Chinese talk shows that EXO-M's been on. So, to honor Chen, I've decided to write a short fan-fiction of him. I usually don't like to write stories that don't include something about being Hmong--explaining why I also don't normally write fan-fictions (it's not that I'm biased but because I feel like I can only do justice to Hmong stories since I don't have a good grasp about other cultures except for their stereotypes only) but I've made an exception for Chen.
The story is still in progress but I've decided to upload what I have thus far...and will continue to update/perhaps modify the story a bit as I continue writing it...
(Interesting Note: I just realized that Chen's voice alone = Baekhyun + D.O. + Suho's voices. That's probably why he, rather than one of the other three Exo-K members who could voice belt, was chosen to be in Exo-M instead. Pretty cool...which means that he has a heck of a good voice.)
Let Our Paces Be a Concerto
Characters:
Kim Jong Dae: Slave Boy/Chen
Yoo Hana: Young Lady/Yoo Hana
Lee Joon Hyuk: Crowned Prince
He was
neither too tall nor too short in stature, and in fact, he was perfect in height. His shoulders were broad and stout, his
facial structure was strong and finely cut out with high cheek-bones and
handsome features. His milky skin tone and
fudge-colored hair shimmered under the glittering sunlight that blinded his
eyes. He raised his right palm into the
sky to block the golden beam of light that gently beat down upon and warmed his
cold hand. In spite of the cheerful,
everlasting sunshine and beautiful colored and flower fragranced countryside, it
was raining in his world on this March spring morning. That dream returned, and this time, it was
more vivid than prior’s past—and so his heart ached and longed for more. It rained, and so it made his tears tumbled tenderly
onto the dirt ground, missing and reminiscing of her.
The western
horizon had stopped glowing in different shades of red as the sun fell behind
the mountains and darkness devoured the landscape into a picturesque silhouette. The temperature dropped below freezing point,
and the snow returned—whispering a lullaby to calm the day to sleep and
fluttering gently onto the earthen ground to cover it in a layer of thick white
blanket. A beautiful and elegantly-decorated
palanquin stopped in front of a manor, and a pair of phoenix-embroidered shoes
stepped onto the snow—pressing the shaved ice onto the ground to brand prints
of her shoes. The young lady pulled her
emerald-colored silk outer-coat over her head so that she was covered up except
for her fair face. A maid servant rushed
the girl toward the manor’s main gate, and charged a lad in torn, dirtied ivory
and light-brown clothes to bring the young lady’s possessions inside. The lad nodded and gaily rushed over to grab
at least five to six paper boxes from the palanquin. He then followed behind—stepping on top of
the young lady’s every single footprint as he had done so since they were
children.
