Lee MiHyun's Story

"AHHHHH! I won? I WON?!" I can't believe I get to meet Jared Everdeen; yes!"

The ecstatic teen could not help but smile to herself at the joyous memory, humming a light heart tune with her packing. Lee MiHyun still had light tingles shivering down her arms as the winning phone call came vividly in her mind repeatedly, as if the event had happened the day before. She had been a faithful fan to the idol as long as she could remember-- well, the date on which she became a fan was not exactly on point but it did not lessen her dedication any less. The dreading hours of working part time at the local book store had graciously paid for all albums and the hard-to-obtain mini albums she collected over the period of being an Everdeen fan. There were also the late hours of straying away from last minute homework to reblog the latest pictures of the idol on her teenage swooning blog-- and who could ever forget the time she almost had her computer taken away when she stayed up to watch his entire interview?

The handful of friends who knew MiHyun's fervent pining to the star called her "obsessed" and that she was "wasting her time" with a guy she could never meet. But with each bash, the redhead would smile and tell them matter-of-factually, "Don't mock what you don't understand; Jared Everdeen is an inspiration-- and I will meet him one day."

To this day, she could not have felt any more right to finally have the moment she had been waiting for. After a few struggles with closing her bag, the fair sized suit case soon came to a thudding close beneath her bottom. "Whew!" MiHyun heaved a sigh, sitting over the purple bag and clipping the clasps on securely before lifting herself up and walking toward the full length mirror. It was a little embarrassing, now that she thought about it; taking hours on end the night before to prepare the attire she adorned that day.

I hope this isn't too much..

MiHyun gulped nervously, shaking her auburn locks gently before spinning into a circle once to recollect her composure. She felt so much more anxious than she had imagined, but she wanted to make a decent impression on the idol. Sure, the singer was just as normal was she was.. even with his name oozing with fame, but being the inspiration he was to her life-- there was pressure onto her to be presentable. After all, it was always as the cliche went; "First impressions are everything." After a final look at her reflection, MiHyun adjusted her beret and sat back onto the bed and waited.

It was soon becoming later in the day and strangely enough, there still had been no sign of the infamous Jared Everdeen knocking on her door. Well if anything, her mother was home so in case there should be a knock on the door, she would have been acknowledged. But there was nothing, not even a knock on her bedroom door. MiHyun's pink lips formed a slight pout, her almond shaped eyes skimming through the pictures in the last month's issue of "My Idols; Monthly" when her drifting mind was abruptly interrupted by a loud knocking on her window.

"EEEK!" The teen rose from the edge of her bed, the loose pages of the magazine flying out of her grasp and landing in a crunching heap onto the wooden floor. In a flurry, she whirled her attention to the window to find the distraught look on her idol's face and screaming to let him in; the shock all over her face could not have been more priceless.

"I-I'm coming!" MiHyun piped, her voice coming off as more of a squeak than a human being's voice before scurrying over to the window sill and lifting it quickly and moving aside to let the idol in.

The moment was far, far too fast for the redhead to so much as grasp what was happening all in that moment. If the had idol had done any more, she was honest to think that she could have potentially forgotten how to breathe-- luckily, after a few deep breaths, the surprise had not taken her to that extent. MiHyun had barely parted her lips when the singer asked for a sharpie then hastily reaching for her notebook, her eyes gaping wide in terror to realize what notebook he had torn away from the desk.

"N-NO! WAIT!" She cried, her delicate hands clenched into sudden fists and rushing over to his side in hopes to grab it away from him. The notebook he dared to touch was more than one of her personal belongings, but a journal of sorts. She had always thought that having an actual prettily-clad diary was too obvious to have lie around in her room casually, so her thoughts and secrets were tucked within the not so obvious pink notebook. Yet, there it was in the hands of Jared Everdeen; a soft, whimper escaping her lips to see him rip away pages of the fortunately.. back side of the notebook, scribbled his signatures in a flurry and tossed them outside of her window. Some life, these idols had.

MiHyun flinched lightly at the close of the window, feeling a stray lank of auburn bangs falling over one of her eyes. She tucked the strands away quickly when Jared finally turned his attention to her, smiling meekly as he introduced himself. Just hearing the teen's voice was enough to make her stomach churn in a queasily, enjoyable way.. only Jared Everdeen could make her voice sound like the most beautiful thing in the world. "A-Ah.. I'm really pleased to meet you Jared." MiHyun spoke softly, hoping that the sudden wave of heat over her cheeks was not due to her blushing. Her ivory skin made blushing horribly obvious, and she hated it. She bowed her head politely before extending her hand to his, shaking it.

"Wow.. so, do you often climb up into contest winners' windows away from hordes of fans?"

Her hands were folded neatly within one another as she listened to Jared speak, she had never imagined that his voice would have sounded this heavenly in person. The entire experience was enough to make her keel over, but she couldn't-- she did not want to freak him out in any way. A light chuckle escaped her lips when he mentioned the 'Crazies,' recalling that he had used the term to refer to his more.. eccentric of fans; was it weird that she knew so much about him?

"A-Ah! I'm sorry about that.." MiHyun murmured when she felt him tap her at her cheek, wanting to mentally face palm herself for blushing over him anyway. Truthfully, what could she do; she was in the same room as her most favorite of all idols and he was outrageously good-looking-- there was NO way that she would not be blushing in his presence. She poked out her tongue in a child-like manner, pulling back more strands of hair away from her face nervously. "I'm just a teenage girl in the presence of only the greatest singer out there!" The teen felt herself beaming, smiling as her eyes followed suit and squinted as if they were smiling themselves.

She blinked upon his mention of the notebook, peering from the side of him to see it lying on the feet of her bed. It was no lie that she was a little upset about the notebook being torn into, even when it had not been read; she would have been hyperventilating if he did. "Oh, don't worry about it Jared." She reassured him, chuckling quietly when he flipped his bangs away, making the tint of her blush grow deeper at the better look of his features. He was too.. too handsome. "You didn't totally ruin it, see?" MiHyun walked to the notebook, picking it up and giving it a light shake.. several pages of it sprawling onto the floor seconds later.

MiHyun could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she listened to the humble words of the idol; not only was he extremely handsome and talented, he was also a nice guy who didn't just play nice with the other artists. It was just one of the many aspects of Jared Everdeen that she adored with a fervent passion. "I disagree with you," She spoke with a coyly smirk, the matter-of-factually tone sneaking into her tone. "Being just 'average' doesn't make you the big star that you are; give yourself some slack-- you're awesome!" Even if the idol was humble, the fan girl within her was strongly biased and refused to think of the singer of any less than anyone, even the teen himself, would say.

A partial chuckle left her lips when she saw Jared bend and offer his help with the scattered pages. "N-No, its all right; really it is." MiHyun reassured him as she had before, also bending her knees to crouch beside the stray papers and gathering them alongside the basically tattered journal on her desk. It could have been worst, but she was not one to go and take it out on him; accident or not. Notebooks would come and they would go, and they were easily replaceable. But still.. Among anything, she hoped that she was making a decent impression on the celebrity-- that he did not see her as well, too timid or too crazy for him. In all honesty, if the opportunity was granted she would have been screaming eons ago with so much as breathing in the same air as the other teen. He really was something. Her admiration was interrupted seconds after, realizing the time that had passed by since Jared's sudden arrival.

"Hey um, I don't mean to be rude or anything but.. shouldn't we get going?"

It was comforting to see that he was willing to help her with her belongings, because he really did not have to. MiHyun could only smile meekly as he collected one of her packed bags and headed off out of her room and to the front; strange.. it was as if he already knew his way around her house. With a light shrug of her shoulders, the redhead grabbed her purse and the remaining bag and lugged it from the hall of her home to the front porch. "I'll see you when I come back, Eomma*! Tell Appa** I said bye to him too!" She called to her mother* who resided in the kitchen, bidding her daughter goodbye for the trip that would be in store for her. It was a shame that MiHyun could not see her father** before she had left, but work was work-- so all was not completely lost.

Her boots clicked gently against the wooden flooring of the porch, standing to her full height of 5'4" and gasped at the sight of the white limo outside her home. Wow.. Her eyes were practically glittering at the sight of the vehicle, only to blink seconds after to see the red faced man who would she assumed to be their chauffeur-- blushing in embarrassment when she overheard his complaints of taking so long. Partially because it was her fault, and also was due to the now vanished hordes of fans outside in the streets. "This is really something; white limousines are so pretty." The teen cooed as she picked up her luggage and carried it alongside of the limo, turning her attention to the man Jared called Jerry.. or something like it. "I'm pleased to meet you ah.." Her words trailed off as she was not entirely sure of it, and rather than calling him by the wrong name she bowed in absence of it.