Hello, its Tresha Lim. A.K.A Kim Tae Hee.
Life is hard when I was little, I didn't realize my life was critical.
While I was named Kim Tae Hee in Korea, I was normally on magazine covers. That little me was slowly forgotten when I left Korea.
Now, dressed like a complete person of me. Studying in Malaysia. Malaysia has a tropical season, theres no spring, summer, autumn nor winter. A perfect place for me to live.
I was taller than others, because I used to be famous as a model when I was a kid. I sat at the back, most people didn't realize I was there...
-RING-
Ah, class started. I facepalmed, just another normal day to live in peace.
"Okay, students. Today we have a special student from Korea. Welcome Ji-Won!" the teacher said.
Everyone clapped when Ji-Won entered, cries from the girls came.
"He was hot," I muttered slowly.
"Hello everyone, my name is Ji-Won. I transfered here because of my job," Ji-Won said in English.
"What job do you have?" some girls squealled.
"Umm, I'm a model and a musician," Ji-Won replied.
I sighed.
Ji-Won realized I was at the back sighing, rather than squealling like the other girls.
"I will sit beside that girl," Ji-Won said.
The teacher went in confusion. Why here? I mean, theres so many empty seats to choose from...
Ji-Won sat down happily.
I looked at him from the side, staring at him subconciously...
"What's your name?" Ji-Won asked.
"T-Tresha Lim..." I replied weirdly.
Damn, he was the same country person as me.
We sat quietly, staring at the teacher teaching.
After school, most people would just go back to their homes.
But not me.
I walked to the music room, looking both sides before entering.
I took off my glasses, my thick nerdy makeup. Revealing my fresh and beautiful face. I removed my eye color contacts as I felt my eyes itchy for wearing that for too long, revealing really bright brown korean eyes.
I took out a breath mint from a box of them. Refreshing myself, while looking at the piano.
I didn't realize Ji-Won was peeking at me the whole time.
I took off my hairbands, long curly hair flowed out.
I touched the highest key of the piano. It made a glass sound.
"Well, I've been longed waiting for this," I whispered.
I sat down elegantly, starting to play the piano while singing.
A smack sound from the door leaded me to shock.
Ji-Won stood there.
"A-Are y-you...Kim Tae Hee?" Ji-Won asked, shaking.
I slowly nodded.
He ran towards me and hugged me.
"I-I didn't know! I-I'm sorry when I did that to you!" Ji-Won cried.
I started shaking, slowly raising my right hand. Comforting him with a tap on the back.
"Do me a favor," Ji-Won said.
He grabbed me on the arm, without me replying, and ran outside.
"Where are we going?!" I screamed.
He didn't reply.
He took me to the studio.
He asked someone to dress me up.
When I came out, everyone remembered me. As Kim Tae Hee.
I had arburn hair, a white angelic gown. white heels.
He was wearing a white tuxedo. With a pair of white headphones.
We paired up, taking shots for the magazine.
The other day, I forgot that I ran out that nerdy makeup. So I decided not to wear like Trisha. I wore like Kim Tae Hee, flawless skin, auburn hair, korean eyes, beautiful face.
I turned up at school, everyone stared at me, thinking I'm a newcomer.
When I stepped into class, I sat down at my usual seat.
Everyone stared at me and looked at the magazine. They were shocked to see that I was Kim Tae Hee.
Ji-Won stepped in.
"Oh, hey Trisha Lim! Oh wait, you ran out of makeup to dress like her?" Ji-Won said.
I blushed a little.
Things changed for the first time.
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