New environments were never a comforting thought for a young
child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close
to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The
world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still
as shy as they come.
The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to
show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight
when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what
they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her
feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N
bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her
A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned
his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her
shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a
fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room
intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired
boy began to swing his feet.
Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending
them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the
sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was
embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the
boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.
“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up
from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed
on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met
her surprised face.
“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A
reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His
black hair bounced as he nodded.
“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are
Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest,
“I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”
“Then who are you?”
“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out
before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.
“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the
playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs
slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.