Holiday: I’ll write our characters celebrating a holiday together.
“Choi Junhee, are you free today?” was the request of a particular male as his gaze remained on hers. The female, who happened to be packing up the remnants of some sweet delicacies, paused in her works to look at him. “Almost, if you are willing to wait for a bit,” she mused as her hands resumed their initial work of packing the confections at Dandy Candy. The grin was inevitably displayed on his face. “Good,” said Chanyeol approvingly as he went to take a seat at the cashier’s corner. After all, it was a premise that didn’t provide for seating customers and he knew better than to meddle in her field of probably high caliber.
Being a swift one, she was done before the sophomore finished counting the number of packets on the nearby shelf. The petite brunette blinked at him out of curiosity, and that certain mien of hers never failed to make him smile. The twenty year old did prove to be rather amusing to him, even if they were subtle and subconscious traits. “Where to?” asked Junhee aloud with the imperceptible tilt of her head. To her query, the tall male had the audacity to respond in a rather cheeky and elusive manner. “I’m going to kidnap you,” he had declared ever so casually as he hopped off the seat and took firm hold of her wrist. Surely she had no say in this turn of events that accompanied his act since he proceeded to run out of the place with his younger companion.
His long strides were easily countered with her quick, short ones. Although her walking style pertained to the former rather than the latter, it was because of the unexpectedness that caused it to change momentarily. “Seriously though,” began Junhee lightly as she scrutinized his face. “Where are we going?” He only gave her a suggestive look. “Somewhere special,” said Chanyeol with a fond smile. And so that, was that.
After a while, the both of them reached a wooden-based structure, perhaps being two-storey. By then, the sophomore had already released his grip on her wrist. Strange enough, an elderly lady was there to greet them. The delight on her tired expression was obvious, and it was clear that both Chanyeol and the lady had conversed before. “I see that you’ve brought a friend along,” mentioned the elderly lady approvingly. “That’s nice of you.” Nevertheless, he was quick to deny - whether it be of fake or genuine modesty. The aforementioned lady beckoned them to enter the place and so they did.
And Choi Junhee was only quick enough to trail after the energetic Park Chanyeol to see him getting swarmed by children.
She was bewildered, at most upon witnessing such a sight. She didn’t understand their immediate adoration. The way they craved for his attention and whatnot. Then she eventually realized, however, what this place was. It was a children’s orphanage. Plus, for the little kids to love him so much would mean that he was a frequent visitor. “… Chanyeol?” questioned Junhee blankly. Despite piecing some things together, the brunette still couldn’t understand as to why he even brought her here - dragged her even. It was a perplexing matter in her eyes. With much affectionate difficulty, the male managed to untangle himself from the parent-less children and threw a smile at her. “Aren’t they a bundle of joy?” he remarked plainly.
The twenty year old, truly, was unable to decode the meaning behind his words. She stood cautiously by the doorway while he played with the children, first rolling a ball for a boy and then impersonating a toy dolphin’s voice for another. Perhaps he was able to multitask, since he was helping someone build a house of blocks while cheering for another one’s success at fixing the jigsaw puzzle. His attention, though obviously divided for good-willed intentions did not seem to dampen their emotions at all. It caused them to admire him even more, if she dare say so herself. Yet she remained by the entrance, somehow unwilling to join in the endearing scene when out of nowhere, her apparent patience broke.
“Park Chanyeol,” said Junhee softly. Upon hearing his name, he looked up at her. “Yes?” he responded. A wry smile appeared on her face. “Come here for a bit,” she briefly mentioned. Although they weren’t the closest of friends, he knew that her words meant something serious. So he smiled at the children, reassuring that he’ll back in a bit and made his way towards her silently. Both of them walked over to the other side of the wooden premise and only when they were not in anyone’s hearing did words escaped her.
"You do remember that they are orphans, right?" she had asked. To her supposedly harsh inquiry, he only nodded sincerely. It prodded her to continue. "You know that you can’t be here for them all the time right?" she spoke once more. Though her question might have sounded weird, he merely nodded once more. At last, Junhee managed to articulate her inner thoughts. "Why are you giving them a false hope?" she finally said. At that, the smile that was worn on his face would have made it seem like he was prepared to answer this all along.
"Well, first things first," began Chanyeol patiently. "These children were brought up here without even the knowledge of who their parents were. The kids over here are the survivors of the war in a nearby district. So they live and laugh without realizing the emptiness due to their parents’ absence. I chanced to find this place, and I’ve been coming here ever since." A pause was what he took, since he needed it to take a breathe. "And it’s not a false hope if I’m genuine," he continued. "I do care for them. I know them by name; by heart. And we, Junhee, as those who lie between the adult and children group, should learn to embrace them." A grin flitted upon his face as another sentence was made audible. "After all, it’s Children’s Day today," whispered Chanyeol.
Junhee’s eyes widened at her apparent insensitivity, and he only smiled in affirmation. Having his actions clarified, he turned on his heel to return to the waiting children. She was hesitant in following, because she still didn’t understand his motives completely. However, as she caught the sight of him carrying a young child over his shoulders with a bright smile - she finally knew. It was really daft of her to be unable to grasp the simple concept, but at last she was able to decipher the situation.
Everyone deserved and deserves to be loved.