The second you walk through the door, Sungjae practically launches on top of you, never happier than to see your face. Your two siblings look cleaner than you’ve ever seen them, Sohyun’s hair tight in braids and Sungjae’s own hair swept to the side in the style of the 1940’s. Aunt Eunhye is happy to see you back too but doesn’t waste any time to scold your messy attire.
But as you look around the apartment, everything is well kept and spotless. Most importantly, your siblings have been well fed, are happy and completely safe.
For the next week, you find yourself with less responsibilities and hardships, despite your aunt nagging you to do more chores. Sometimes you even become shocked at how little you have to do or worry about; if your siblings ate or not, how much you had to spend on groceries and what you were going to make - the list was endless but at the same time all but disappeared. For once you were exactly what you should be: a teenager.
Nevertheless, all good things must come to an end.
Sohyun is crouched down on the cement, her ladybug backpack on her back and some pink chalk between her fingers. She carefully draws a picture of you and Sungjae, a small house behind you two.
“Hey!” She lifts her head, met with a boy who has his hands on his hips, staring down at her. Her eyes twinkle for a moment before she looks down again and continues drawing.
“I’m talking to you, you know!” Joonhyung stammers out, standing on her picture. She whimpers out, looking up again at her fellow classmate.
“Where are your parents? Why do you always get picked up soo late?” He asks with a frown and she tries to push his legs away but he simply shoves her hands off, making her fall back.
She sniffles, staring back at the boy with big doe eyes. He’s flustered, unable to understand the feeling that flutters inside his chest for a moment. “You’re weird! Why don’t you talk?! Can you not talk?!” He shouts at her, grimacing at her pretty braids.
Tae kwang: Teacher Kim Joon suk said I can endure living without someone I really like. Today I was going to meet you and lie that I would forget about you. But I don’t want to. So… I’m just going to be honest. No matter how much I think about it… I don’t know how can I stop liking you. I’ll just stay here like this. You don’t have to be sorry to me, you don’t have to do anything. Just know… how I feel.