I was living with my mother in Korea. I was an only child but I have always wanted to have someone with whom to share part of my mother's life and love. I hadn't finished middle school yet and had enrolled in a Christian high school.
I didn't have a boyfriend, but I was madly in love with a person; his name was Jungkook .
The first time I saw him I was in sixth grade, he also attended my school. For me it was love at first sight, but he was always surrounded by beautiful girls and for me he always seemed like an unattainable mirage until one day ...
I was praying in the school chapel. I had a somewhat strange relationship with God in those days. My prayers were always requested and never thanks, perhaps the most correct term to describe them is "patti". Anyway, coming back to us, even that day I was praying to God to make me prettier, taller, and grow my breasts so that no one could continue to treat me like a little girl. I realize for myself that it was not right to bother God for certain nonsense, but it was incredibly important to me, and maybe several girls will agree with me. It is useless to say that looks don't matter. I know it's sad to say this, but it is. Unfortunately, people only look at appearances, and not how you are inside.
"Is there anyone!"
-Who is there? - I asked.
In front of the altar the figure of a boy appeared, he was tall and slender, he had fine and shiny hair of the color of gold and eyes of shiny amber: he was beautiful, but I immediately understood that he was not a normal boy. It was only for a moment, but I thought I saw a pair of wings protruding from his shoulders.
"An angel?" I wondered incredulously. But then the wings disappeared.
"What the hell am I thinking of, but ... Oh boy is Jungkook Jeon ! Oh, No! Did he really have to hear me ?!" I thought shocked.
- You are that girl who comes to pray every morning ... - he said with a sweet and gentle voice. His lips parted in a sweet, friendly smile - don't be so dissatisfied - he continued. He walked over to the desk where I was kneeling and patted my cheek.
-You are beautiful as you are-
I gasped. My brain, at that moment, had gone for a coffee.
- What is your name? - he asked, still smiling.
I turn around to see if anyone was behind me. "Heck, he's saying to me!"
- Em ... here ... I am ... - I took all the breath I had inside me and spoke as fast as running a greyhound - my name is Lalisa Manoban ! I attend the third class of the Korea institute,
- Lalisa ...- he said as if savoring the sound that made my name pronounced with his voice. With a sweet and sure movement he took my face in his hands and gave me a tender kiss on the forehead - God bless you - Then he turned with his priest's robe in hand, and went out through the entrance door of the chapel.
I stood there, still and upset as ever in my life. Within me an ocean of emotions stirred and stirred furiously.
" I can not believe it".
I stood there for a minute longer, then I took my stuff and walked out of the chapel. I found myself in the school garden and headed for the gate. A few quiet cars wandered along the street.
I was still shaken by what had happened to me that I didn't care where my legs took me.
"I can't believe it! He spoke to me! And not only that!"
After a while I realized I was in front of the entrance to a bookshop that was selling used books.
"But how the hell did I get here?" I looked around. It was the first time I saw that bookstore.
"Dunno, they 've just opened it" I thought "I'm here now, we might as well see what's inside, right? Maybe I'll find a nice book to spend the afternoon with ..."
I lowered the handle and went inside .
I still didn't know that what I found in there would change my life forever.
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