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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 15
The guys and I hung out for a couple of weeks without Katarina. It finally felt like we had picked up our friendship right where we left off. On the other hand, Kai was keeping his word about pretending that kiss never happened. My friendship with him remained exactly the same as always; in fact, we seemed closer than ever.
Additionally, I managed to get Yeonjun to convince Katarina to meet up with me the following Friday. I was a bit nervous. I wasn't sure if my plan would work, which is why we decided to meet at Taehyun's shed, just in case there was any problem.
Friday arrived. I was the first to arrive at the agreed time, waiting at the entrance of the house. After a while, Katarina arrived with Yeonjun, who waved at me from a distance before kissing his girlfriend and going inside Taehyun's house.
Katarina approached me with a serious expression, and we entered the shed without having exchanged any words. I thought she would take a seat on the couch, but instead, she sat in the chair she had used during our other meetings. I sat next to her, and we both remained silent for a few moments before starting to talk.
"Why did you want to see me?" she asked coldly, crossing her arms.
"I just wanted to clear some things up with you..." I began, a bit timidly.
"If it's about Kai, Yeonjun already told me you're just good friends," she said, looking away, clearly unwilling to engage in a conversation.
"It's not just that..." I continued. "It's more that... I tried to befriend you from the beginning, and it didn't work out. I thought that now that Roseanne and Nancy are gone, maybe you and I could try to get along."
She looked at me, puzzled. I noticed her attitude shifting slightly, but she maintained a cold and distant demeanor.
"Why would you want to be friends with me?"
"Well... You're Yeonjun's girlfriend. So, you're the only other girl in the group. Don't you think it would be nice if we were friends?" I suggested.
"I know Yeonjun would like that," she sighed. "But I don't know you much, and from what little I've seen, we don't have much in common."
"I know. I've noticed that," I shrugged. "But that doesn't mean we can't get along." I paused. "I mean, in a way, you remind me a lot of Yeonjun."
"What do you mean?" she asked, curious.
"Maybe I'm wrong, but... Both of you can seem a bit harsh at first. People who don't filter their words and have a rather cruel sense of humor... But neither of you are that bad. And if I look back and compare you to the other girls... You were never that mean with me."
Katarina looked at me seriously. Somehow, I had caught her attention, and she was processing the information I had given her. Her body language relaxed a bit, and she responded.
"Those girls were driven by jealousy. I'm not a jealous person. Although, well, it's not like your relationship with Yeonjun is that close... Compared to Kai... I really thought there was something between the two of you." She laughed, not even looking at me.
"Kai is just my friend..." I quickly defended myself. "And I suppose, Yeonjun has told you about Soobin," I anticipated.
"I know about you and Soobin," she laughed again. "I guess you have a knack for attracting unpopular guys."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, confused.
"I mean that both Soobin and Kai are pretty unpopular at school. That shouldn't be a big secret to you if you've known them for so long."
She was half-right. I knew Soobin had never been very popular at school, but I didn't know anything about Kai. He never mentioned it. Not even when we were kids.
"I know Soobin has had a lot of problems with his classmates. That's precisely what led him to become friends with the guys."
"And that's also what led Kai to befriend them too. Kai never had any friends until he came along," she explained. "And tell me, if you've never been to school, what led you to be friends with them?" she wanted to know.
"Kai has been my friend since we were very young. I almost have no memories from before I met him. Soobin, on the other hand, moved across the street from my house when we were not even eight years old, which was precisely when he started school."
"True," Katarina recalled. "I assume that the fact that they were friends before school started was your doing, wasn't it?"
"More or less," I sighed. "It was actually pure coincidence that they met before starting school."
"It was the best thing that could have happened to both of them," she said, nodding.
The girl was still speaking to me somewhat distantly, but in a way, we were both listening carefully to each other's contributions. She seemed sincere and willing to talk.
"I really appreciate you agreeing to talk with me. I think I needed this information."
"I'm more comfortable than I thought I would be," she said, leaning her elbow on the back of the chair. "But you should be careful about how much trust you place in Kai... especially if you're waiting for another guy," she warned with a hint of concern.
"Why?" I asked, confused.
"I'm not sure, but if I doubted your relationship and it's not because of you... it's very likely that he likes you..."
"Me? Kai?" I was surprised for a second, though it didn't take long to remember the kiss.
My expression grew more serious as I tried to process the possibility that Katarina might be right. I looked down at the floor and stayed silent for a few moments.
"If that's the case... I think I would understand a lot of things..." I said without lifting my head.
"I've never seen anyone defend another person the way Kai did the other day," she said, searching for my gaze with a serious expression, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Only love would drive someone to do that."
"It's not the first time he's done it..." I pointed out.
"As I said, be careful... Things are fine now... But when Soobin comes back, it could get awkward."
"I'd like to keep pretending I don't know anything," I lamented.
"Good luck..." She crossed her arms again, looking away.
There was a long silence between us. I hadn't expected to have such a deep conversation with someone who was practically a stranger and with whom I hadn't gotten along just moments before.
"You're more mature than I thought," I remarked.
"So are you. The way you usually act, I took you for someone more childish," she apologized. "Anyway, even though I like you, I don't think you're the type of person I would normally hang out with."
"Neither do I," I replied with a small smile. "We're not the same kind of person."
"Still... I would meet with you again to talk like this. It feels good to have a serious conversation with someone and feel heard."
"I agree," I said, smiling broadly.
For a moment, we both considered leaving the shed, but I interrupted those plans by asking.
"How did you start dating Yeonjun?"
The girl smiled before answering and settled back into her chair.
"It's a really silly story," she laughed. "The school organized a little event, and... As is typical for me, I looked for a guy to hook up with after the meeting. Which most people do," she justified herself. "I had been eyeing Yeonjun for a while and was waiting for that day to make a move on him... What I didn't know was that he was planning the same thing," she smiled at me.
"Wow, sounds like school is a lot of fun," I laughed.
"You wouldn't like it," she immediately countered. "It's a hostile place. If you don't believe me, ask Kai or Soobin. Besides, you seem like a smart girl. You don't need it," she dissuaded me.
"I'm glad Yeonjun found someone like you: someone like him, but with whom someone can have a serious conversation," I explained, returning to the main topic.
"I'm glad to know that you're the kind of person he hangs out with outside of school."
"I wish you the best with Yeonjun... But I'd like to know somehow... that if you and he were to break up, we'd still see each other."
"I'm sure we would," she immediately replied. "I wouldn't hold a grudge or anything like that," she smiled at me.
"Good," I returned her smile.
Finally, we left the shed and found Taehyun and Yeonjun, who came out to meet us when we knocked on the door of the house.
Katarina went straight to Yeonjun, who hugged her and kept his arm around her shoulders.
"How was it?" he asked with a smile, seeing us in good spirits.
"Very good," she quickly responded.
"Eye-opening," I added, without giving too much detail.
The girl smiled at me, and then Yeonjun left with her. Taehyun asked me again what we had talked about, but I was vague with him again. I preferred to keep our conversation private.
He kindly walked me home and then said goodbye with a hug until the next day.
Next Saturday, we met again at the same place. Although the temperatures were clearly starting to feel much more like spring, the intimacy provided by Taehyun's shed was still comfortable.
Yeonjun came accompanied by Katarina, who greeted me warmly when she saw me. At that moment, I noticed Kai looking at the two of us and smiling in surprise.
"Did you end up talking to her yesterday? How did it go?" he asked in a low voice.
"It went really well," I smiled at him. "We both learned a lot from each other, and I guess you could say we get along now."
"No hard feelings?" he wanted to make sure.
"No hard feelings," I confirmed.
Soon, we were all gathered there. Even though the dynamics had changed a lot since the two girls were gone, Kai and I continued to keep our spots on the floor.
However, after a while, my shoulders started to ache, and I tried to find a better position while stretching a bit discreetly.
"Are you okay?" Kai asked, noticing my discomfort.
"Yeah, it's just my back hurts," I said, trying to act more normally.
"Do you need a massage?" Kai asked, moving a bit closer.
I leaned back at his movement. In my mind, I remembered Katarina's words. I needed to start setting some boundaries with Kai if I didn't want things to get awkward with Soobin later on.
"No, I'm fine," I said quickly.
The truth was, I could have used that massage, but I wanted to stick to my decision. Despite everything, our conversation wasn't private; the rest seemed to have heard it all.
"Do you want to switch spots?" Beomgyu offered, getting up from the couch.
"Yes, thank you," I said, standing up and taking the new seat.
I looked at Katarina, who nodded at me discreetly, letting me know I had done the right thing. Then I looked at Kai. He didn't seem to have given the situation much thought, so I relaxed and continued enjoying the evening.
The conversations flowed lively until Taehyun decided to bring out a bottle of alcohol again. He and Yeonjun took the first sips and then started passing it around to the others. I was a bit surprised to see Kai take a sip as well. Soon after, Beomgyu passed me the bottle, but I immediately handed it to Taehyun.
"You don't want any?" he asked with some surprise.
"No," I shook my head with a slight expression of disgust.
"Alright…" he replied, taking another sip.
"Lía's not going to drink?" I heard Yeonjun say.
"You saw that it doesn't make he feel well. She's free not to drink if she doesn't want to," Kai immediately defended me.
"I can speak for myself," I said, aware that Kai always went out of his way to defend me.
When I said this, Kai's expression became a bit more serious. I didn't know if I had made him uncomfortable, but it was about time I started standing up for myself when it came to expressing what I think or feel.
The guys kept drinking until the bottle was empty. The atmosphere was lively, especially with the buzz from the alcohol. I laughed along with them despite being sober, appreciating the freedom of feeling that way. I didn't want to feel like I did that one time again.
When it got late, we cleaned up and went outside. Even though the days were starting to get warmer, the nights were still very cold.
I approached Kai cheerfully. I had noticed that he hadn't spoken to me directly all afternoon, and I wanted to check if he was feeling uncomfortable.
"Hey, Kai. Are you going to be able to walk me home in this state?"
Kai turned to me with a serious expression. It had been a while since he'd looked at me like that.
"Can't you walk home alone too?" he said, sounding a bit annoyed.
I noticed the other guys turning towards us when they heard Kai's slightly raised voice.
"Hey! What's going on over there?" Taehyun approached, a little worried.
"Nothing. It's nothing," Kai replied.
"Walk her home, Kai. It's not safe for her to go alone at this hour," Katarina interrupted, probably feeling responsible for the advice she had given me.
Kai didn't say anything else. We said goodbye to the rest of the group, and he began to walk me home.
"Sorry for acting weird today," I apologized once we were a bit farther away from the group.
"When you turned down the massage, it seemed odd, but then you were really short with me for no reason. What the hell is going on? What did I do?" he complained, clearly upset.
"Nothing! You didn't do anything," I excused him, lowering my head. "Someone gave me advice, and I didn't know how to interpret the instructions."
"Someone told you to be short with me?" he got even more upset.
"No! Of course not!"
"Then what?" he waited for an explanation.
"Someone told me that I shouldn't have such a close relationship with you because it was strange," I finally said.
He looked at me with a confused expression, and then it seemed like everything clicked in his head.
"Katarina told you that, didn't she?" he got defensive. "I knew she was trouble..."
"She's right," I interrupted. "Maybe I shouldn't be so close to you. I should treat you more like I treat everyone else..."
"I'm your best friend, Lía. I don't think anyone would mind if you're closer to me than to others, right?"
"Maybe not now. But what would Soobin think if, when he comes back from Korea, he saw me sleeping on top of you?" I justified myself. "Katarina said that you and I often look like a couple, and I wouldn't like that to continue when Soobin comes back."
Kai rubbed his face and turned away, putting some distance between us.
"I'm thinking long-term, Kai. I'd rather start now than cut everything off abruptly later."
He paced in circles for a few more moments, then approached me again.
"Soobin isn't the type of guy who would get jealous, Lía. He knows you and I are friends and has always respected that. What makes you think that would change now?"
"The fact that you and I have taken too many liberties and gotten too comfortable in his absence," I finally said, referring to the night he spent at my house and the kiss we shared.
When I said this, he seemed to understand my point of view a bit more, though his first concern was how much Katarina knew about what had happened.
"Did you tell her about...?"
"No," I answered immediately. "Of course, I didn't say anything. No one knows. Literally no one," I promised.
"Alright," he sighed. "I think you're right... We should set some boundaries. I accept that. But please, the solution isn't to push me away."
"I know. I already told you I didn't handle it well," I apologized.
"We already agreed that I wouldn't sleep over at your place again. We haven't even talked about the kiss. What else do you want to change?"
"I don't know..." I admitted. "Honestly, I would have liked that massage... But I should start standing up for myself more." I moved a little closer to him and took his hand to get his attention. "I know it's hard for you to control yourself when someone bothers me... But trust me. I have a temper too. I know I could defend myself if someone bothers me. I've gotten too comfortable hiding behind you every time I've had a conflict."
"I understand... Yeah, you're right, it's hard for me to control myself," he sighed, still holding my hand.
"For now, let's just change that, okay?" I smiled at him.
"Alright," he agreed, smiling back. "How's your back? Does it still hurt?"
"Not so much. Just a little in the neck and maybe the shoulders... It helped when Beomgyu switched spots with me," I said, rubbing the areas that felt tense.
"Come here," he said, moving behind me and giving me a quick but focused massage on the spots I had mentioned. "Better?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Kai walked me the rest of the way home. Despite having drunk, he wasn't too affected, so after saying goodbye to me, he didn't have much trouble getting back.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 14
After that week, the five of us met in the shed alone, just as we had agreed.
"So, how did it go?" I asked, full of curiosity.
However, I didn't get an immediate response. The guys exchanged glances and sighed before answering.
"I think it was easy to see this coming, but… Nancy and I broke up," Taehyun began. "She made the mistake of making me choose between my friends and her," he said, lowering his gaze.
Yeonjun tried to cheer him up, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I… had a serious talk with Roseanne. She was really upset after what happened on Saturday," Beomgyu said with a shrug. "I realized she was jealous of you," he looked at me. "I tried to explain to her that she had no reason to be… But the fact that I cared about you really bothered her." He paused, taking the opportunity to scratch his arm. "When we couldn't reach an agreement, she just broke up with me."
"Well, to your surprise, I haven't broken up with Katarina," Yeonjun interrupted. "I talked to her, and she respects our friendship. She's not jealous, either," he added, unable to hide a proud smile. "She still thinks you and Kai have a bit of a weird relationship, but then again, so do I," he said, laughing.
Both Kai and I shot him an annoyed look at that last comment, but we all felt, in a way, relieved with how things had turned out. Still, I couldn't help but feel bad for my two friends who had ended their first relationships. They had both been dating for over a month, and I thought they might be feeling a bit down about it.
"Let's use this time to relax and get things back to normal," Kai suggested, putting his arms around Taehyun and Beomgyu.
"Yes, please. I need that," Beomgyu appreciated the suggestion.
At one point, I approached Yeonjun and spoke calmly.
"If you're going to stay with Katarina… I'd like the chance to talk to her at some point," I paused briefly. "Who knows? Maybe without the other two girls around, we can get along better," I shrugged.
"I'd really like that," he smiled widely.
For the first time, I had the chance to sit on the couch with Yeonjun and Taehyun. After a while of talking, Yeonjun started asking the group some curious, intimate questions.
"I was thinking…" he began, addressing Taehyun and Beomgyu. "Even though Nancy and Roseanne were your first official girlfriends, were they also your first kiss?"
The two boys looked at Yeonjun, confused. They didn't expect that kind of question at that moment.
"Actually, no," Taehyun said. "But it was because of a dare at school. I'm not even sure if it counts."
"Mine was when I was really young. I think that counts even less," Beomgyu replied. "We know you've already had several girlfriends…" He added, anticipating Yeonjun would brag.
"Yes, but at what age was your first kiss?" Yeonjun asked, clearly interested.
"I was 6," Beomgyu responded, not very confidently.
"I was 13," Taehyun said.
"Wow! I was 12. Looks like Beomgyu beats us all," Yeonjun laughed and then turned to Kai and me. "And you two? Have you ever kissed anyone?" he asked enthusiastically, perhaps not expecting our answers.
I immediately felt my cheeks burn and looked down. However, even I didn't expect Kai's response.
"No. I haven't had my first kiss yet," he answered shyly.
"You haven't?" Beomgyu was surprised.
"I haven't," Kai repeated, trying to sound confident.
The boys quickly noticed his change in attitude. Kai still hadn't fully recovered after the previous Saturday and was quite irritable, so they shifted their attention to me.
"And you, Lía?" Yeonjun asked.
"I have kissed someone," I answered timidly.
All the boys were surprised. All except, of course, Kai, who knew exactly who I was referring to. However, the boys weren't fools. It took them only a few seconds to piece it together and figure out who it was.
"Aha! I knew it! You're dating Soobin!" Yeonjun exclaimed.
"No!" I quickly corrected him. "We just kissed."
"That explains a lot," Beomgyu laughed.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"Nothing, nothing," he dismissed his words, still laughing.
"When was it?" Taehyun asked, curious.
"The night of Kai's birthday," I recalled.
"I didn't want to say anything, but it was obvious you liked each other," Taehyun laughed.
"Really?" I blushed. "It's funny because we hadn't even realized it ourselves."
"In fact, even now, when you talk about him, your eyes light up and your voice changes," Taehyun pointed out.
"Like right now…" Yeonjun laughed.
I blushed even more and covered my face with my hands out of embarrassment.
"But tell us, why aren't you two dating?" Beomgyu asked.
"Because he's in Korea, basically. He thought it would be sad to have a long-distance relationship and preferred to stay friends until he returns," I explained.
"So, when he comes back, you'll be together, right?" Yeonjun assumed.
"That's the plan, I guess…" I shrugged.
"I think it's romantic… You and Soobin have been writing letters to each other frequently. You haven't lost contact," Beomgyu pointed out. "You must be looking forward to his return."
"Yeah, I really am," I smiled broadly. "I'm sure there won't be any jealousy issues with him," I laughed, referencing my friends' two exes.
"Soobin's never been the jealous type," Yeonjun said. "Not like someone I know," he added, looking directly at Kai.
"What makes you think I'm jealous?" Kai asked, irritated. "I'm just trying to be a good friend."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I went too far," Yeonjun backed off.
There was a long silence, only accompanied by the crackling of the fireplace. Suddenly, Yeonjun started speaking with one of his "clever" questions.
"I'll just ask you one last question," he said with a mischievous smile.
"What?" I replied curtly.
"If you didn't like Soobin… who among us would you find most attractive?"
"Yeonjun!" Beomgyu scolded him, followed by disapproving sighs from everyone else present.
"That's a bit of a cruel question, don't you think?" I reproached coldly.
"It's just a hypothetical scenario. I'm not saying it's real," he justified.
"What makes you think I'd like anyone in this room?" I tried to dodge the question.
"Just pick someone, come on!" he insisted.
I was very annoyed at that moment. It seemed he had already forgotten his intentions to act more maturely, which he mentioned the previous week. I looked around, and to my surprise, I noticed that the boys, despite being annoyed with Yeonjun's insistence, were genuinely expecting an answer.
"Not you. There's your answer," I finally said, crossing my arms and leaning back on the sofa.
"Good answer," Taehyun mocked Yeonjun.
"Alright, I apologize," Yeonjun finally gave up.
The atmosphere quickly calmed down. Taehyun decided to bring out his cards to play, though he only wanted an excuse to perform his magic tricks. We spent an entertaining afternoon, and as night fell, we decided to clean up and head home.
As usual, Kai offered to walk me home, with the condition that he would drop me off at the door and then head straight back to his place, as he didn't want to find himself in the situation of staying over again.
"You don't think I'm jealous, do you?" he suddenly asked.
"Are you still thinking about that?" I was surprised.
"I think our friends have a somewhat confused image of me," he justified.
"I think if I hadn't mentioned Soobin… they would have a very confused image of both of us," I pointed out. "People often think you and I are dating," I laughed. "Can you believe it?"
"Well, we do have a close friendship… which isn't often seen between a guy and a girl."
"You've been my friend since we were kids. I can't not be close to you," I explained.
Kai laughed with me, and then there was a silence. I noticed that Kai was trying to find the right words.
"It might be uncomfortable to ask you this, but I really wanted to know your answer to Yeonjun's question."
I looked at him, surprised and a bit annoyed. I didn't understand his interest, and in reality, I hadn't even thought of a real answer.
"I don't know. I've never considered something like that, and I didn't think I'd ever have to," I shrugged, adopting a serious tone.
"Can I be honest with you?" he continued.
"Please! You're my friend. I expect nothing less from you," I encouraged him.
"If I had to choose a girl to give my first kiss to… I would choose you," he blushed and stopped walking, turning his back to me and stepping away a bit.
It took me several seconds to process what he had said. I was completely shocked and didn't know how to react. After a while, he finally turned back toward me, still keeping some distance.
"Let me just ask… Why me?" I asked, confused.
"Because I don't trust anyone as much as I trust you. Simply that," he sighed. "And I was starting to think… that maybe I'd like it to be real. Not just a fantasy." He blushed more than ever before and seemed uncertain.
"Are you asking me to kiss you?" I looked at him, puzzled.
"Maybe," he covered his face with his hands. "I mean… I know you like Soobin. I respect that. But as you said, he's not your boyfriend yet," he moved a little closer to me. "If you'd allow it, I'd like to take the chance. I promise we can forget about it right after!"
"I don't know, Kai…" I started to consider the idea.
"I won't insist if you say no," he crossed his arms, trying to warm his hands.
My heart was pounding. If the conditions he offered were true, the idea of kissing Kai didn't seem so bad. After all, I trusted him more than most people.
"Just one kiss?" I wanted to be sure.
"Just one."
I thought for a few more seconds, then took a few steps forward, closing the distance between us until my feet touched his.
"Please, never tell anyone about this."
"Never," he promised.
I stood on my tiptoes and gently cupped his cheeks with my hands, making him lean down slightly until our lips met. It was a short but sweet kiss, just enough to be considered a good first kiss. However, I couldn't help but notice how tall Kai seemed. He must have grown in the past few months, and I hadn't realized it until that moment.
"Well?" I said as my heels returned to the ground.
"Great," he whispered with a wide smile and bright eyes. "Come on. I'll finish walking you home," he said, starting to walk with a cheerful step.
The rest of the way was pretty normal. He really kept his word, acting as if nothing had happened, which was somewhat of a relief. Even when he said goodbye, he did so in a casual and friendly manner. For a moment, I had doubts about whether I had done the right thing, but seeing him so happy reassured me. After all, Kai was good at keeping secrets.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 13
The following Saturday, our whole group met up again. The guys had brought their girlfriends along, as usual. The first impression was one of general surprise, as Yeonjun had been in a relationship with Katarina for three weeks now—a new record.
It hadn't snowed again, but the temperatures were still too low to hang out outside, so we went back to Taehyun's shed. Everything was exactly as we had left it the week before, except for the bottles, which someone had cleaned up.
I took the same seat on the rug next to Kai and drifted away for a few moments, lost in a whirlwind of intrusive thoughts.
For the first time in a long while, I felt uncomfortable being around my friends. I really felt like I no longer fit in and didn't know how to interact with them anymore. The constant pressure to be accepted by their girlfriends was overwhelming, not to mention the embarrassing situation from the previous week.
Suddenly, cutting through my thoughts, I heard Roseanne's voice.
"Look at her, already trying to get sympathy…"
"She probably faked being drunk just to get close to Kai. She's such a tease," Nancy added.
I snapped out of my thoughts and discreetly observed the scene without raising my head.
"What's your problem, Nancy? It was Lía's first time drinking. Of course, she had no control!" Taehyun immediately jumped to my defense.
"You're going to take her side?" Nancy angrily retorted.
Taehyun suddenly looked very upset. I still didn't lift my head, but I could tell that Kai, sitting next to me, was clenching his fists, though he remained silent like me. Taehyun continued arguing with his girlfriend. He approached her with a very serious expression until their faces were just inches apart, and spoke to her in a cold tone.
"Stop bothering her."
The girl seemed to feel intimidated and tried to shift the blame.
"She started it," she said, pointing at Roseanne.
Katarina began laughing at the situation, even though she was on their side.
"You elbowed me to make me look at her!" Roseanne defended herself.
"Why did you go along with it?" Beomgyu asked, irritated.
"Oh, now you too?" Roseanne rolled her eyes.
"You're all pathetic," Katarina remarked, just before Yeonjun squeezed her hand tightly, signaling her to stop.
"Yeah, me too. We all know you don't like Lía, but you don't have to tear her down like that," Beomgyu continued.
"Lía hasn't done anything to deserve this treatment. She tried to be nice at first, but you've disrespected her the entire time without even getting to know her," Taehyun reproached. "Yeah, it's pathetic," he added, referencing Katarina's comment.
The argument around me continued, and I heard Kai sigh heavily. I knew he was about to lose his temper, and I didn't want to be around when that happened. I wanted to leave right then, but I was frozen in place. Kai stood up from the floor and positioned himself in the center of the room.
"Enough!" he shouted as loudly as he could, full of anger. "You're all vipers! The three of you!" He then turned to the guys, lowering his tone. "I'm sorry they're your girlfriends, but you can't expect me to stay quiet while they spout nonsense about my best friend." He approached Nancy, visibly furious but no longer shouting. "Tell me, please, tell me. What problem do you have with her, huh?" he challenged her.
"She's brainwashing you, Kai. Open your eyes," Nancy responded provocatively.
"Oh, really? And exactly what method are you using on Taehyun? Because trying to drive someone away from their friends isn't much less manipulative," he retorted sharply.
"I'm not going to let a tease get close to my boyfriend. Neither I…" She looked at the other girls. "Nor they," she said, placing her hands on her hips.
"Jealous?" Kai provoked her with a malicious smile.
He moved away from her and began pacing around the room.
"Jealous? Of her? Don't be ridiculous," Nancy laughed.
The guys seemed tense, anticipating what Kai was about to do.
"Fine. If no one here is jealous… then you won't mind if I talk about all the times we've all hung out together, how many times they've hugged Lía, the times we went to the river together, how Taehyun taught her all his magic tricks, when Lía got injured and we all had to carry her on our backs to the doctor, how Beomgyu kindly offered to take care of her, or the three or four times Yeonjun has eaten at her house… And all of this while she's just our friend." He finally stopped, leaning against Katarina's chair.
The girls were extremely irritated, but Yeonjun had covered his face, unable to hold back his laughter.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Katarina asked, feeling targeted.
"I mean that they've all had a close friendship with her long before any of you started dating them. If that bothers you, maybe the ones who don't belong in this group are you."
"Kai..." Beomgyu called out in a low, somewhat fearful voice.
Kai looked around, seeing the perplexed expressions on everyone's faces, except for Yeonjun, whose laughter was now clearly audible in the silence. Katarina smacked Yeonjun's arm, and he immediately stopped laughing.
The situation was uncomfortable for everyone, especially for Kai and me.
I guess he panicked. He quickly grabbed his coat and ran out the door without even putting it on. I stayed seated on the floor, legs crossed, with my head down. Anxiety had caused me to cry without tears, and I was convinced I was even trembling.
To my surprise, I suddenly felt someone approach, carefully draping my coat over my shoulders.
"Shall we go?" I heard Beomgyu's voice as he extended his hand to help me up.
"Are you seriously leaving with her?" Roseanne's irritating voice chimed in from the background.
"I'm not staying here," he replied, hurriedly grabbing my hand when I didn't respond.
He lifted me up, and we walked together toward the door, stepping out into the cold evening as night began to fall.
"Everyone out, the meeting's over!" Taehyun shouted insistently from the shed. "Let's go! Out!"
Roseanne, Katarina, and Yeonjun grabbed their things and prepared to leave.
"You too," he suddenly said to Nancy, who hadn't made any move to leave.
She looked at him, offended by the coldness of his words. In the end, everyone left the shed, but the two guys immediately separated from the girls.
"What are you doing?" Katarina asked when she no longer felt Yeonjun's arm around her shoulders.
"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, feigning innocence. "We're going to find our friends."
With that, both guys turned and began walking in the opposite direction, leaving the girls alone and crushing their pride.
Beomgyu and I had started walking through the streets, searching for Kai. We didn't know for sure where he might be, but instinctively, we headed toward his house. When we finally approached the place, we quickly spotted Kai sitting on the front steps.
We approached slowly, trying to catch our breath after running. When we were just a few meters away, we quickly noticed that Kai was crying. Once I realized it, the pent-up pressure inside me was released, and I started crying too. I knelt in front of him and hugged him as tightly as I could, letting us cry together. Soon, I noticed Beomgyu sitting down beside us, wrapping both of us in his arms.
"I'm sorry," Kai said between sobs.
"It's okay, man. It's okay," Beomgyu comforted him, not letting go.
A few minutes later, Yeonjun and Taehyun found us and approached. They joined the hug, offering comfort to both me and Kai.
As I began to calm down, I looked around, seeing various emotions on everyone's faces. However, I couldn't help but notice Taehyun, who seemed to be worried about more than just what was in front of him at that moment. I moved closer to him and spoke quietly.
"How are you?" I guessed the reason for his unease.
"Not great," he replied, also lowering his voice. "Kai is right about Nancy…"
"Kai was angry. You don't have to take what he said to heart…" I tried to clear his mind.
"When Kai's angry, he's more right than anyone else on the face of the Earth, even if he loses his temper," he said, rubbing his eyes. "I don't want to be with someone who doesn't respect my friends." He lowered his gaze and then looked back at Kai, who was still sitting on the steps.
Taehyun slowly approached and offered him a friendly hand, helping him to his feet. He quickly hugged him in silence. It was clear that both of them were trying to hold back tears.
"I'm not mad, okay?" Taehyun finally said.
"When is this crappy streak going to end?" Kai lamented.
"I'll do everything I can to make it end soon," Taehyun said, stepping back a little and gripping his shoulders, hinting at his intentions.
We all seemed to be deeply affected by the argument. Beomgyu and Yeonjun seemed to share Taehyun's sentiments, while Kai and I felt a certain guilt about what had happened.
"I'm happy," Yeonjun said, breaking through the group's thoughts.
"What?" Beomgyu asked, confused.
"I'm sad. But I'm happy," Yeonjun clarified.
"Dude, explain yourself…" Taehyun urged him.
Yeonjun stepped forward a bit, standing in front of the group, and began to speak.
"I mean... Yes, what happened sucks. And yeah, it's going to be tough to fix. But I'm happy that this is my group of friends. We've always bounced back from any problem," he explained.
"That's true. I'm happy about that too," Beomgyu nodded.
"I consider you guys more like family than my own sister," Taehyun said, shrugging.
"I'm sorry I lose my temper too easily…" Kai apologized.
"Too easily? I think you held out pretty well," Yeonjun excused him.
"How do you feel, Lía?" Beomgyu asked me.
I froze for a moment. I didn't want to mess up or come across as rude.
"Everyone has their priorities. I just want you to be clear about yours," I said calmly. "I can't make decisions for others," I added, looking at Taehyun.
"For me, my friends are the priority," he sighed.
"Does anyone else think that if Soobin were here, none of this would have happened?" Yeonjun asked the group.
"Yes," I quickly agreed.
"Probably," Taehyun confirmed.
"I think about it all the time," Kai said.
"Me too," Beomgyu chimed in. "He's so sensible and grounded…"
"Maybe it's time we started to grow up a little," Yeonjun concluded.
"Congratulations. That's the most mature thing you've ever said," Beomgyu teased him.
Yeonjun laughed at the comment, then continued speaking more seriously.
"I'm serious. I don't like arguing with you guys," he said solemnly.
"I vote that we try to sort everything out with the girls this week and meet up on Saturday, just us," Taehyun suggested, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Sounds good to me," Beomgyu nodded.
"Okay," Yeonjun agreed. Then he turned to me and asked, "So, is there room for one more at your table tonight?"
I have to admit, I've never quite understood Yeonjun's sense of humor, but at that moment, my response was affirmative. The four guys accompanied me home, and my mother kindly offered to let them stay for dinner (in exchange for helping her prepare the meal).
After dinner, I said goodbye to my friends, still feeling somewhat unsettled by everything that had happened. I left the outcome of the situation in their hands and hoped they wouldn't have too much trouble trying to clear things up with the girls.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 12
When I saw my friends at the market the next day, I couldn't help but call them out for telling Kai about my novel without letting me know. The day before, I had felt very embarrassed explaining the plot to the boys and, in a way, I felt vulnerable.
On the other hand, I shared my experience from the previous day with them, of course, backed up by Kai. The girls still couldn't quite understand how my relationship with the boys had improved so noticeably in such a short time, even with Kai.
It had been a long time since I'd felt so comfortable with him. I felt like our friendship had returned to being as close as it was when we were kids.
However, if the girls found my new social circle strange, it was even stranger for me. I was starting to feel quite comfortable being around them, even if they sometimes drove me crazy, especially Yeonjun. I had really begun to consider them my friends, and somehow, I knew I could trust them.
The following Friday, I finally received Soobin's first letter. I was a bit disappointed by how brief it was, but I couldn't really blame him since he mentioned that he had written it just the day after he arrived.
In general, he said that his sister was almost the same as he remembered, although a bit older, and that she was about six months pregnant at the time. His other nephew was already three years old, and he found him endearing because he reminded him of himself as a child. He also wrote that the trip had been terribly exhausting and that he was dreading having to go through it again to return.
The letter was dated August 29th. It was fascinating to think about what the journey must have been like for Soobin and the vast distance his letter had traveled to reach me.
At the end of the page, he had reserved a rather large space where he put aside his trip and stay in Korea and focused exclusively on me.
He affectionately expressed how much he missed me and how much he looked forward to the moment we would meet again. He also mentioned that he often thought about the last days we spent together and the sweet moments we shared.
At the end of the letter, written in his most careful Korean handwriting, he wrote "사랑해", which touched my heart even more than the rest of the letter. I felt my pulse quicken and my cheeks flush. I missed him so much… I didn't want to waste any time: I wanted to send my letter as soon as possible.
Before sealing it in an envelope, I added a few more lines, telling him how receiving his letter had made me feel and once again repeating how much I missed him. To conclude, I responded to his declaration by carefully writing, "나도 사랑해".
I sealed the envelope, carefully placed the stamp, and wrote the address in both languages: English and Korean, just as he had done.
It was mid-morning when I ran out of my house and headed to the nearest mailbox, dropping the envelope inside with the hope that it wouldn't get lost along the way.
And so, the months passed. Soobin and I continued exchanging letters, more and more frequently, as we no longer waited to receive the next one before writing and sending another.
Things with my friends changed quite a bit during this time. Lea became increasingly distant, especially after her birthday. She didn't even have an official celebration with us, as she celebrated the next day with just her friends. I remember that party almost like a farewell because Lea informed us that she and her friend had already bought tickets for their trip and would be gone for over a month.
With her older sister gone, Bahiyyih seemed to mature quickly. She became much less shy and much more firm in her decisions. Not to mention, she somewhat took on the role of an older sister towards Kai. In a way, she looked after and protected him, but she had also become a bit bossy, always calling him out whenever he did something she didn't approve of.
As for my other friends, things began to change with the start of 1928. Yeonjun started dating girls more frequently. This meant that many weeks, he decided not to hang out with us because, according to him, he had "better things to do." Taehyun and Beomgyu also had their first girlfriends in the early months of the year, but they chose to bring the girls along with the rest of the group. However, the girls never seemed to feel very comfortable, even when I tried to befriend them. Since I hadn't attended school, I was a complete stranger and therefore a nobody. I often overheard them speaking poorly about me behind my back, especially among themselves, as when they tried to do so with their boyfriends, the boys defended me.
February 5th was Taehyun's birthday, so that Saturday, we all decided to meet up to celebrate. Taehyun greeted us at the entrance of his house and led us all to the shed (somewhat habitable) at the back of the building to shelter us from the cold, as the heavy snowfall had persisted until then.
The three boys were accompanied by their girlfriends: Taehyun's, Nancy; Beomgyu's, Roseanne; and Yeonjun's (at that time), Katarina.
Taehyun had lit a small fireplace in a corner, and the whole group had gathered around to feel the warmth of the fire. There weren't many seats—just a small sofa and a couple of chairs—but there were too many of us, so most had to sit on the floor, where Taehyun spread out an old, dusty carpet.
"Sorry, I couldn't find anything else," he said, shrugging as he tried to clean it a bit.
"It's okay, it'll do," said Kai, helping him.
Everyone took their seats except Taehyun, who had reserved a spot on the couch next to Nancy.
"I've prepared something…" he said with a rather uncertain smile.
He left the shed and returned with three bottles of liquor, which were clearly chilled from being buried in the snow.
"Taehyun, what a surprise! What do we have here?" Yeonjun asked excitedly as he approached Taehyun and grabbed one of the bottles.
"A bit of everything," Taehyun replied, handing another bottle to Kai.
Kai was sitting on the floor next to me. He took the bottle that Taehyun handed him, wiped off some of the snow, and read the label.
"Whiskey?" he read aloud.
"That's right," Taehyun nodded, pulling a corkscrew out of his pocket. "Which one do you want to start with?"
"Open them all," Yeonjun encouraged him.
"Okay, pass them over," Taehyun said, asking for the bottles back.
"I'm not sure if we should…" Kai said as he handed over the bottle.
"Come on, don't be a coward! We'll have fun…" Taehyun smiled innocently.
I didn't quite understand the situation. I had seen my parents serve themselves alcoholic drinks on special occasions, and they had even let me taste a little, but I had never seen anyone drink straight from the bottle.
"Aren't there any glasses?" I asked.
"From the bottle is fine," Taehyun replied.
He then uncorked the bottles one by one, taking the first sip from each and then passing them around to the rest of the group. It didn't take long for one of the bottles to reach my hands. I was about to take a sip when I noticed Kai watching me with a hint of concern.
"You don't have to do it…" he perhaps tried to stop me.
"I'll be fine…" I replied, tilting the bottle and taking a couple of sips that burned as they went down my throat, making me cough a little.
Kai immediately took the bottle from my hands and gave me a few firm pats on the back, trying to help me stop coughing. Once I composed myself, he imitated my action. And so it went throughout the gathering until, at some point, when one of the bottles reached my hands, he immediately took it from me.
"Hey! What are you doing? It's my turn," I protested, showing clear signs of intoxication.
"Lía, you've had enough. Stop now," he insisted.
I tried to reach for the drink, but he kept it away from me, passing it to one of the other girls instead.
"That's it," he said firmly. "No more for you."
I crossed my arms and sat in silence, absentmindedly listening to the conversations and laughter around me. When I stopped drinking, Kai did the same. In a way, it seemed like he had been imitating me the whole time, though he appeared less affected than I was.
Suddenly, I began to feel dizzy. I rubbed my forehead and pressed my head with my fingers, trying to ground myself. I closed my eyes and felt Kai wrap his arm around me and pull me closer. I rested my cheek on his shoulder, and the next half hour seemed to disappear from my memory.
I woke up lying on the floor with my head resting on Kai's lap.
"Wake up, we're leaving," I heard Beomgyu's voice.
I quickly got up, feeling awkward about the situation. The dizziness and headache hadn't gone away. The two boys helped me stand, but Beomgyu quickly left me alone with Kai as Roseanne started pulling him away.
In the background, I could hear the girls criticizing me as usual, but honestly, I didn't care too much. I felt too awful.
"Come on. I'll take you home," Kai said, helping me put on my coat.
We left the shed, and I quickly said goodbye to the guys since I was feeling very exhausted. It was a clear night with a full moon. Kai and I began walking slowly toward my house. It wasn't too late, but it seemed like the sun had set a while ago.
"Kai, I don't feel well…" I murmured.
"I'm sorry… I didn't stop you in time…" he lamented.
"What?"
I didn't say much more. I felt a wave of nausea and ran off to vomit into some bushes. Kai quickly followed me and helped hold my hair back.
"Let it out. It's okay," he comforted me, rubbing my back.
After that, I felt a little better, though I was still exhausted and dizzy. Kai helped me the rest of the way home and knocked on the door for me. My mother answered, looking worried, but Kai quickly explained what had happened. My mother seemed to understand the situation, but instead of taking care of me herself, she handed the responsibility over to my friend.
She made us some dinner and gave us plenty of water, hoping it would help us feel better, and then left us alone in the kitchen.
"The light bothers me…" I complained, not lifting my eyes from my plate.
"It bothers me too," Kai replied.
"How are you feeling?" I asked him.
"I feel bad. But not as bad as you. I didn't want you to get to this point."
"What do you mean?"
"I tried to drink the same amount as you… to try to gauge how you were feeling and to prevent what happened to you from happening," he looked down. "I didn't consider that I have a higher tolerance than you."
"Kai…"
"Yes?"
"I never want to drink again," I started crying out of sheer regret.
"No one will force you to," he sighed.
Kai moved closer and rubbed my back to comfort me. When I finally calmed down, he finished eating with me and helped me get up from my seat.
"Could you walk me upstairs?" I asked, feeling shy but afraid I might fall down the stairs.
At that moment, I saw my mother through the living room door. She was busy with her embroidery and had paused when she heard me. However, she didn't seem to give it much thought.
Kai agreed, also a bit shy. He took my arm and guided me up the stairs, step by step, to the upper floor. I grabbed my pajamas from my room, and then he accompanied me to the bathroom door, where he waited outside.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and changed into my pajamas. It felt incredibly strange to have Kai here. I couldn't understand why my mother had left me so alone in a situation like this. I wondered if she was angry or disappointed in me for my irresponsibility.
I slowly exited the bathroom, and Kai walked me to my room without turning on any more lights. I quickly sat down on the bed, as it took too much effort to stay standing. He stepped back and sat in the chair at my desk. Then I noticed that he was also exhausted. We both sat in complete silence for several minutes before he stood up from the chair.
"I should go home… It's getting really late."
I looked at the clock on my wall. It had just passed ten. Suddenly, I felt bad for him. Kai lived the closest to Taehyun, yet he was the one who had to travel the furthest to bring me home. Besides, he didn't seem to be in any condition to wander around alone in the cold night.
"Honestly… I don't think you should go home," I said, my heart sinking as I said this.
"Lía, I can't stay," he insisted.
"Yes, you can!" I jumped up, causing myself to wobble from the dizziness.
Kai quickly stepped closer to me and held me by the shoulders before continuing to speak.
"My parents might get worried… And your parents…" he trailed off, lowering his voice.
"My mother won't say anything. I swear," I whispered. "I can't let you leave like this. You've taken care of me so many times. Let me take care of you for once."
Kai took a step back, and I quickly sat back down on the bed. After thinking for a few moments, he finally said.
"Alright. But if I get into any trouble, it's your fault. "
"I'll take responsibility," I smiled a little.
"And where am I going to sleep? How?" he asked as he sat back down in my chair.
I thought for a while, at least as much as my exhausted mind would allow. Finally, I got up and grabbed a pillow from around my room, dropping it at the foot of my bed.
"Which side do you prefer to sleep on?"
Kai looked at me, surprised, and even in the dim light, I could tell he was blushing.
"Over there is fine…" he said, pointing to the foot of my bed.
I lay down and scooted closer to the wall, trying to leave enough space for Kai. I closed my eyes and heard him taking off his shoes, still seated in the chair. Then he removed his shirt, leaving only his undershirt.
He slowly sat down on my bed and lay down next to me, resting on the pillow I had left at the foot.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked softly.
"I'm fine," I replied in a gentle voice.
"Hey… Whatever happens, don't tell the guys that we slept together," he said, sounding a bit worried.
"I won't…" I answered, confused.
"I mean… I don't think they'd make a big deal out of it… But the girls shouldn't find out," he said with a lot of seriousness.
I sighed and then turned a little, lying on my back.
"How do you keep your composure?" he asked, knowing what the girls said about me.
"To be honest… I manage because I don't care about their opinions. And most importantly… neither do you guys," I paused. "I've even heard Yeonjun defend me once or twice. That means much more to me," I laughed a little. "Besides, all the accusations are false. Every single one."
"I… I've tried to stay out of it because, as you said, the guys have defended you. If they didn't, I think I'd lose my cool."
"These are strange times for the group…" I sighed.
"There are too many changes all at once," Kai said, yawning loudly. "Let's try to sleep."
"Alright…" I tried to get comfortable.
There was a long silence as we both tried to find the most comfortable position, but it didn't take long for me to break it.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," he said, stopping his movements to listen to me better.
"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
Kai seemed quite uncomfortable with my question, but he took his time thinking of a response.
"I guess my standards are very high…" he finally answered.
"But… Do you like any girl?" I continued.
After my question, Kai fell silent again for a few moments.
"Yes, I suppose I do."
"You said your standards are very high."
"That doesn't mean there isn't someone who meets them… or that I didn't set them high because of her."
"What is she like?" I asked, intrigued.
"Well… she's… charming… funny, sweet, kind, honest, attentive…"
"Wow. She sounds like the perfect girl. Why don't you ask her out?" I encouraged him.
"She… likes another guy. I realized a long time ago that I had no chance with her," he lamented.
"That's a shame! I'm sure you'll find the perfect girl one day who likes you back one day."
"How are things going with Soobin?" he shifted the focus.
"Good. He's very sweet when he writes to me. I'm glad to see he's doing well in Korea."
"Do you still like him as much as before?" he asked in a gentle voice.
"Yes. I really do. I'm looking forward to him coming back. The months are dragging on forever."
"I want him to come back too. I know that with him, you wouldn't have ended up like you did today. I didn't take care of you as I should have," he said, sitting up a bit to look at me.
"Or maybe he would've ended up just like me," I shrugged.
"I'm sure he wouldn't have. He's always been much more responsible than anyone in the group," Kai said, lying back down.
"We're halfway through. He'll be back soon," I said to comfort us both.
"I'm dizzy, and my head hurts. I just want to sleep," he complained.
"I feel the same way. I can't promise I won't get up at some point during the night to vomit again."
"I'll be with you. Don't worry," he said, gently patting my knee before saying goodbye. "Goodnight, Lía."
"Goodnight, Kai."
We both got comfortable and fell asleep almost immediately.
The next morning, I woke up with a headache. I looked down at the foot of the bed, but Kai was no longer there. I got a little worried, so despite feeling dizzy, I quickly went downstairs. I found him in the kitchen having breakfast with my mom.
"Good morning," my mom greeted me, surprisingly cheerful. "How are you feeling?"
"Dizzy..." I replied, still half-asleep.
"Then have some breakfast. Eating well will help you feel better."
I sat down across from Kai and started to eat.
"How long have you been up?"
"Less than half an hour," he replied. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes," I nodded. "Sorry if I kicked you during the night."
"I didn't notice anything. Anyway, I don't think I would've realized if you did," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "I should leave soon. My parents won't know exactly where I am."
"There's no rush, Kai. Have breakfast calmly, and you can leave afterward," my mom said in a soothing voice.
And that's what he did. He finished breakfast, and after cleaning up, he said goodbye to me with a hug and headed home.
As I closed the door, I turned directly to my mom. I thought she would punish me for everything that happened the day before, and I braced myself for the worst.
"Well?" I began.
"Well, what? Why don't you tell me how things went yesterday?"
I wish I had reacted differently, but my honest response was to sigh and roll my eyes as I recalled the disastrous evening.
"I didn't like the plan," I admitted. "Ever since the guys got girlfriends… we do less and less fun things."
"Well, the boys are experimenting. They're at that age."
"Yeah, but… Their girlfriends… They don't like me. None of them. They belittle and ignore me. They talk badly about me behind my back. And even to my face!"
"What do your friends think about that?" my mom asked, interested.
"They don't like it when the girls do that. They try to defend me as much as they can," I shrugged.
"Lía, those girls are jealous of you," she said with certainty.
"Jealous? Of what?" I didn't understand the reason.
"You're friends with their boyfriends. They probably don't like having you around, so they try to put you down. Just to make themselves feel more secure."
"They shouldn't be jealous. I've been friends with them for a long time. Don't they realize that if I wanted to date one of them, I would've done it by now?"
"That doesn't cross their minds," my mom laughed. "But it doesn't matter. It's good to know that their comments don't affect the boys."
"Kai is as upset with them as I am. He says he doesn't want to get involved because the guys already do, but he says it makes him lose his temper."
"Kai can't stand seeing you suffer. If someone makes you feel bad, I know very well that he can get aggressive. It was very responsible of him to bring you home last night."
"Why did you leave him in charge of me the whole time?" I asked, annoyed.
"Well… First of all, it was your responsibility for having consumed too much alcohol. It's good that you understand the consequences and don't get used to parents always taking care of you. Second, and most importantly, I knew you'd be in good hands with him."
"Why did you let him stay the night?" I continued.
"If he hadn't been here and you'd had a rough night because you were drunk, you would've tried to lean on me, and honestly, Lía, I'm at an age where I value my sleep like gold. But if I let him stay, I knew you'd only bother him."
"Sometimes your logic scares me," I retorted.
"But it's solid logic," she laughed.
My mom got ready to go to the market and insisted that I stay home to finish recovering. And that's what I did. I stayed in my room almost all day, even in the afternoon when I finally started to feel much better.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 11
The following Saturday, the boys picked me up from home and we went to the river to celebrate the birthday. The wound on my foot was almost healed, and I no longer needed bandages or crutches, but I didn't dare to get it wet in the river, especially for fear of it rubbing against the rolling stones. I stayed seated on the rocks, limiting myself to splashing water with my hands and getting a few splashes from the boys.
Summer was coming to an end, and the weather was starting to change, but the water still flowed warm and pleasant. After cooling off for a while, we returned to the shore and sat in a circle under the trees. Yeonjun had bought some sweets and started handing them out to everyone.
"When is your actual birthday?" I asked curiously, realizing I didn't know the real date.
"The 13th," he replied while chewing on a chocolate.
I processed the information for a few seconds, trying to memorize the date.
"And yours?" I asked, looking at the other two boys.
"Mine is on March 13th," Beomgyu said.
"Wow, another 13th," I noted in surprise. "Maybe that will make it easier for me to remember."
"And you?" I asked Taehyun directly.
"February 5th," he began to laugh.
"You were born on the 5th too?" I laughed with him. "Kai, you have the most unusual birthday here," I said, patting him on the shoulder.
"I never really thought about it," he laughed. "Although the weirdest birthday is my younger sister's. It's on July 27th."
"That's true," I replied. "Because Lea's birthday is also on the 5th." I laughed.
"Kai, couldn't you have been born just one day earlier?" Taehyun laughed.
"Well, I didn't choose it," he shrugged, laughing.
I knew that everyone there was aware of Soobin's birthday, which was also on the 5th. However, no one had mentioned it. I was curious to know if they missed him too, but I didn't feel like bringing up the subject.
The conversation flowed, and the topics gradually changed. At one point, the boys started talking about what they wanted to study and what careers they wanted to pursue. For some reason, I found this topic very intriguing.
"I want to be a magician," Taehyun began with an expressive wave of his hands.
"A magician? Do you know how to do magic?" I asked.
"I know a little. Tricks, you could say. Mostly sleight of hand," he explained. "But I'd like to be able to do more impressive things..."
"Like what?" I continued.
"Like optical illusions," he smiled. "I've got it all planned out. My parents are making me go to university, so I'll study physics. With what I learn, I'll be able to create the best tricks."
"And everyone will be happy," Yeonjun chimed in.
"Exactly," Taehyun concluded.
"Well, this might not surprise anyone, but I want to be a music teacher like my dad," Kai added.
Kai had played several instruments since he was quite young. On a few occasions, I had heard him play piano pieces, and he was very skilled. The truth is, all three Huening siblings had great musical talent and were well-trained.
"You'd make a great teacher," I smiled at him.
"If you do as well as your father, you'll do great," Beomgyu added.
"Being a musician and being a music teacher are very different things. I'll have to work hard," Kai said.
"And you, Beomgyu? Why do you want to study medicine?" I asked. "I thought you liked drawing and designing cars."
"It's a long story," he shrugged.
"Come on, tell us. We've got nothing else to do," Kai encouraged him.
"Well, for starters, my drawings are more of a hobby. Besides, they're too fantastical. They wouldn't have any place in the real world. But the truth is, I've always wanted to study medicine because I like helping people. Plus, I'm not afraid of blood," he said shyly.
"That's not the whole story..." Yeonjun laughed, pressing him to continue.
"And... I'd like to..." He seemed to struggle to express himself, blushing as he spoke. "Help women give birth."
Given a comment like that, I would've expected the other boys to burst into laughter, but they all remained serious, even Yeonjun.
"Explain yourself," Kai prompted.
"When I was about to be born, the delivery got complicated because I wasn't positioned correctly. No one knew how to get me out, and it almost cost my mother and me our lives. Fortunately, they called a doctor who, without hesitation, reached in and turned me, allowing me to be born," he paused for a long moment. "I'm so grateful for being born that I want to have the power to help others do the same."
I was speechless. I had no idea how I was supposed to react.
"I had no idea..." I finally said.
"Well, it's not exactly something I put on my resume," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Regardless of that... You did well with my wound the other day. I heard the doctor praised you."
"Yeah, I think it was a great opportunity for me," he smiled. "Sorry you had to be my guinea pig."
"It's fine. I hope what you learned will help you in the future," I smiled back.
"Well, Yeonjun, your turn," Beomgyu said, giving him a pat on the back.
"I'm not really sure what I'm going to study. But I'd like to be a tailor."
"Do you like fashion?" I interrupted suddenly.
"Yes..." Yeonjun replied, surprised by my reaction.
"I do too. Do you know how to sew?" I continued.
"A little... Very little..." he corrected himself.
"I know how to sew. Sometimes I make my own dresses. I finished the last one about three months ago."
"Really?" Yeonjun asked with interest.
"Yes. If you want, I can show them to you someday," I smiled excitedly.
"Okay," Yeonjun nodded with curiosity. "And you, what do you want to do?" he asked me.
I fell silent for a moment, letting my expression grow serious. Then, I started speaking in a soft tone.
"I want to be a writer. To write novels and illustrate them. It's what I've been doing since I was little. I enjoy it, I'm good at it, and no one is asking me to study for it."
"How many books have you written so far?" Kai asked.
"I'm not sure. I've lost count. But I think the last three are the most serious. I finished one the other day that I'd been writing since before summer."
"What's it about?" Taehyun asked.
"Well…" I smiled shyly, unsure of what words to use. "It's a romance novel."
"Oh, yeah. My sisters told me about it," Kai said.
"What?" I panicked, thinking the girls had kept the information to themselves.
"It's fine. It sounds interesting. They seem to like it a lot," he shrugged. "You can't be embarrassed about people hearing about your novel. That's not something a writer would do," Kai pointed out.
"I want to know more," Beomgyu said.
I sighed and looked around. All the boys seemed very interested, so I ventured to explain.
"It's about a girl named Zoe who meets two boys and ends up falling in love with both of them."
"Is it an autobiography?" Yeonjun joked, just before receiving an elbow from Beomgyu.
"Forgive him. The sugar from the chocolates must have messed with his head," Beomgyu teased, somehow defending me. "What do the boys in your story think about the girl having two loves?"
"The truth is, that was the hardest part to write. I had to get ideas from Lea for that," I said, looking directly at Kai before continuing. "Both boys were equally in love and wanted to be with her, but they knew that if they forced her to choose, she wouldn't be true to her feelings," I explained.
"Yeah, that's exactly the part my sisters told me about," Kai said. "But I never found out what happened next," he added, rubbing his chin.
I was about to reveal the end of the story, but suddenly my curiosity got the better of me.
"Before I tell you the ending… Can I ask you what you would have done?" I looked at the confused faces of the four boys. "I'm a girl, and I don't know how to put myself in a boy's shoes when it comes to making decisions. So, I want to know what you would do in that situation."
There was a prolonged silence as the boys exchanged glances, waiting for someone to speak first.
"What's the relationship between the two boys?" Taehyun asked.
"They get along well. You could say they're friends," I explained.
The boys kept thinking for a few more moments. I hadn't expected them to take my question so seriously.
"I guess I'd try to be the first to ask her out. Whoever gets there first, wins," Yeonjun said.
"But what if the other guy gets there first?" Beomgyu challenged him.
"I'd have to deal with it…" He shrugged.
"I'm not sure that's the right approach," Beomgyu reflected. "The story would end with two broken hearts."
"For everyone to win, she'd have to be able to keep both," Taehyun suggested.
"Who wins then? Only her," Yeonjun protested.
"If it were the girl you loved and you didn't want to lose her, maybe you'd change your mind," Kai pointed out. "If you forced her to choose, you might accidentally tip the scales against yourself, and she'd go with the other guy." He stared at Yeonjun with a serious expression. "And then, you'd be the only one losing." Then he looked at me and stated confidently, "I would be willing to share her love."
"I guess I would too," Beomgyu shrugged.
"I'd feel too jealous," Taehyun admitted. "But if she could treat us both equally, maybe it would be easier."
"It's too complicated a situation," Yeonjun complained. "Right now, thinking about it calmly, I think I'd just give up on her," he said dismissively. "So what happened in your story?" he asked skeptically, assuming he knew the answer.
"Yep, she ended up with both guys…" I shrugged, realizing how obvious it was.
"I knew it!" Yeonjun exclaimed. "She won."
"If you liked two girls and couldn't choose which one you liked more, wouldn't you want them to choose to be with you even if there was someone else?" Taehyun posed to him.
Suddenly, Yeonjun fell silent, processing what his friend had just said.
"The story is the same, you'd just see it from a different perspective," Taehyun continued.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore. You guys can fight over the girl if you want," Yeonjun said, lying down on the grass and bowing out of the conversation while the others laughed at his reaction.
"Your story sounds interesting. Anyone would expect a more tragic ending," Kai complimented me.
"Duel to the death with knives," Taehyun imagined.
"Something like that," Kai replied.
The rest of the afternoon passed by us by the river. We talked about various trivial topics, some quite serious, but we did so in a lively manner. By the time we noticed, there was almost no light left.
"Hey, isn't it getting late?" I asked, looking at the blurred silhouettes around me.
"Maybe we should head back now," Taehyun said, standing up.
"Yeah, we still have a walk ahead of us to get home," Kai agreed.
"Let's go," Beomgyu said, standing up and offering me his hand to help me up.
The four of them walked me to the door of my house. From outside, you could smell the dinner my mother was preparing.
"It smells so good!" Yeonjun said. "Don't you have room for one more?"
"I'll say goodbye quickly so you don't steal my dinner," I said, smiling brightly as I walked up to him and gave him a friendly hug.
However, when he hugged me, he held me for a moment and spoke softly.
"Your novel is good. I think it has a… different point of view."
He let go of me and looked at me with a small, apologetic smile. I accepted his gesture and returned the smile, nodding slightly.
I said goodbye to the other three boys, who waited in line for their turn to be hugged. I watched them start walking back to the city before closing the door behind me.
"You're home already?" my mother asked when she saw me arrive. "I wasn't sure if you'd be back for dinner."
"We stayed at the river," I explained.
"Your friends really like the river, don't they?" she laughed.
"It's very nice. You should come with me sometime," I suggested.
"I'm not sure," my mother replied a bit seriously. "I'm afraid of slipping and falling. I'm getting older, Lía."
"You can sit on the rocks and splash yourself with your hands. That's what I did today," I explained.
"I'll think about it, okay," she said, stroking my chin as she turned away.
She called my father to the table, and he appeared in the kitchen in a flash.
"Finally! You can't imagine how hungry I was. The smell in the house is making me even hungrier," he said, sitting down.
"It smells outside too," I laughed. "Yeonjun almost joined us for dinner."
"Well, he should have stayed," my mother said.
"Well…" I replied, a bit confused. "I wasn't sure there'd be enough for four," I excused myself.
"You know I always make extra," she said as she served my plate. "If any of your friends want to stay over sometime, they can."
"But then they'd have to walk back to the city alone, and it would be very late."
"Your father could walk them back. It's not a problem," she said, looking at my father, who simply nodded while chewing the first bites.
We finished dinner, and I went to my room and continued the letter to Soobin, which was starting to get quite long. The next day there would be a market, and I might run into Kai and his sisters again. When I finished writing, I was exhausted. I got ready quickly and went straight to bed to sleep.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 10
It was a very rainy morning. The first thing that crossed my mind was that my friends might have trouble getting to my celebration.
I tried to get out of bed, but as soon as I put weight on my foot, I felt a terrible sting. For a moment, I had forgotten what had happened the day before.
"Mom!" I called out, still sitting on the edge of my bed.
A moment later, my mom appeared at the door, looking a bit worried.
"Yes?"
"Can you help me get up? Please," I asked, a little anxious.
"Of course," she said, coming closer to me. "I'm sorry to tell you that your father didn't have a chance to make you those crutches yet. It's just been too rainy today." She shrugged. "There won't be a market today. They couldn't set up the stalls."
"I figured," I said, glancing out the window. "It's raining really hard. The sound of the rain woke me up."
My mom helped me get up and go downstairs. After breakfast, I washed up and got ready for the day. Then, she changed my bandages, seeing the wound from the previous day for the first time.
"It looks like it's starting to heal," she said, examining my foot. "You said your friend helped the doctor with the treatment?"
"Yes, that's right," I nodded. "Apparently, Beomgyu wants to study medicine."
"He did a good job. The wound is clean."
"Honestly, they were all really attentive to me yesterday," I said as my mom finished covering the wound again.
"I know. When they brought you home yesterday, they all seemed very worried," she smiled at me. "That's why I agreed to let them come over today."
I smiled back at my mom and then spent some time alone. I sat at my desk and started writing to Soobin again. Even though it had been several days since I last wrote, I combined everything into one letter. I told him everything that had happened the day before and about my situation. I also mentioned that I wished he could be here now that I was going to celebrate my birthday. I missed him a lot.
When I finished, I left my room and went downstairs, sitting on the steps. My mom was surprised to see me arrive alone in the kitchen.
"Do you need help?" I quickly asked when I noticed she was making two cakes this time.
"I wouldn't mind some," she admitted.
I rested my knee on a stool for more stability, and we started preparing things together. After a while, almost everything was ready. My dad returned home, drenched from the rain, holding a large, roughly hewn wooden stick.
"I couldn't find anything better," he said, handing over the stick.
"It's fine, this will do," I said gratefully with a smile.
"I'm going to shower before the guests arrive," he said, leaving the room.
After a while, the doorbell rang. My mom hurried to open the door to prevent the newcomers from getting more soaked.
Luckily, everyone had brought umbrellas and wasn't too wet. After greeting my mom, they headed to the kitchen, finding me sitting in one of the chairs.
"Hi, Lía," Kai greeted.
"Hi, guys," I replied.
"How's your foot?" Yeonjun asked, taking a seat near me.
"It seems to be doing well, but I still can't put any weight on it. This morning I forgot about the injury and tried to get out of bed. As soon as my foot touched the floor, I remembered what had happened." I laughed a little, recalling my absent-mindedness.
Everyone took their seats, and my mom served the food. Suddenly, I became aware of my surroundings. Never before had so many people gathered in my house. I also noticed that the seating arrangement was unusual, with the sisters seated on the opposite side of the table. For the first time, they seemed a bit out of place. I suppose they expected to sit near me and certainly didn't expect the boys to take those spots.
Even so, the gathering was quite lively. I managed to include everyone in the conversations, and the girls seemed to relax a bit as the minutes passed.
After eating, the boys helped my mom clear the table. When everyone stood up, the girls took the opportunity to switch seats. No one seemed to mind, and they took the new seats without any fuss.
Suddenly, Lea leaned over and whispered to me.
"Kai told us what happened yesterday. Are you okay? "
"Yes, I'm fine," I smiled, reassuring her.
Bahiyyih quickly joined the conversation
"Are you friends with Yeonjun now?" she asked curiously.
I couldn't help but laugh. I knew exactly why the situation surprised her so much.
"Everyone was very kind and attentive to me yesterday," I began in a low voice. "I thought inviting them to my celebration today would be a nice way to show my appreciation."
"Why does it feel like you're talking about completely different people than the ones we know?" the younger girl laughed.
The older girl glanced around for a moment, realizing that the boys were chatting casually among themselves.
"They're really calm today," she noted, surprised. "What did you do to them?"
"Nothing!" I laughed at her question. "Absolutely nothing. Soobin told me they were nice. I guess it was just a matter of time before they showed it."
"Overnight, for sure," Lea continued. "Speaking of Soobin, how are you handling things?" She shifted the topic a bit.
"Well… I suppose as calmly as I can. I'm writing letters to him, although I can't send them yet since I haven't received any from him yet."
"The journey to Korea is quite long, and sending letters can take a while too. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get a letter soon," she said, placing her hand on my shoulder. "How long has been since he left?"
"A little over three weeks."
"Then expect at least two more weeks," she said, doing a quick calculation.
"I'm not in a hurry," I said. "I just hope Soobin is okay with his family."
"I'm sure he is," Bahiyyih encouraged.
"It's a shame it's such a gray day," I suddenly heard Kai's voice over our conversation.
"Yeah, it would have been great to go to the river again," Taehyun said.
"Haven't we already gotten wet enough on the way here?" Lea chimed in.
"We'll save it for another day," I interrupted. "Besides, I wouldn't be able to enjoy it," I said, lifting my foot.
"True," Beomgyu agreed, glancing at my fresh bandages.
The conversations flowed lively, and soon it was time to blow out the candles. Everyone seemed in good spirits, and the initial tensions between the girls and the boys gradually dissipated. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and enjoying each other's company.
"Ugh, I'm not looking forward to starting classes tomorrow!" Yeonjun suddenly said, stretching in his chair. "You don't go to school, right?" He asked me directly. "I'm so jealous!"
"Well, but I do study," I clarified.
"Lía knows a lot about history," Bahiyyih added in my defense.
"And she can speak and write in two languages," Kai chimed in.
"You speak two languages?" Taehyun asked, curious.
"My family is Spanish," I explained.
"You speak Spanish?" Yeonjun asked, surprised.
"I always speak Spanish with my parents," I shrugged with a smile.
"I only know how to say 'hola,'" Beomgyu said.
"Well, most people can't even say that," I congratulated him.
The day went on, and soon it was time for my friends to leave. However, the rain hadn't let up, and everyone knew it would be uncomfortable to return to the city.
They started saying their goodbyes, wishing me a speedy recovery, and also congratulating me in advance for my actual birthday, which was the next day. I encouraged them for the new school year and decided to say goodbye to each of them with a hug.
Just before leaving, Yeonjun seemed to remember something and turned to me.
"Lía!" he called out quickly. "Next week, I'm celebrating my birthday too. On Saturday. Would you like to come?" he asked a bit shyly.
Before answering, I noticed the surprised looks from the girls, who still couldn't fully grasp the sudden change in the boys' attitudes or my newfound friendship with them.
However, the plan sounded good to me, so I smiled, pleased with the offer, and replied, "Of course!"
"Great! The boys and I will pick you up at five-thirty, just like yesterday, okay?"
I nodded, and then everyone left, opening their umbrellas before stepping out the door.
When my house was finally empty, I noticed my mother approaching me. Before I could turn around, I felt her arm wrap around my shoulders.
"Your new friends seem really nice," she began in a sweet voice.
"Yes, right? That's exactly what I thought," I said, starting to laugh.
"What do you mean by that?" my mom asked, confused.
I slowly turned to her, leaning on the stick my dad brought me that morning.
"Yesterday... we weren't entirely honest about what happened at the river," I began.
"Okay…" My mom's expression grew more serious, and she crossed her arms, waiting for me to continue my story.
"Kai and Yeonjun had a fight," I started.
"Kai getting into fights? I'm not surprised about Yeonjun, but him…"
"Since Soobin left, Kai has been different…" I pointed out.
"They were very close friends. Maybe he's struggling with the distance," my mom reflected.
"I don't know. Yeonjun was too harsh on him," I shrugged. "And on me."
"What did he say to you?" she wanted to know.
"Things about Soobin," I looked down, not wanting to elaborate. "When the fight started, that's when I ran into the woods."
My mom processed the information and thought for a moment, drawing conclusions.
"You said Yeonjun bothered you directly?" she asked.
I nodded without looking up, mentally reliving what had happened the day before.
"Then that explains why Kai fought with him. He was trying to protect you," she looked at me intently. "Honestly, now that you've explained everything, the story makes more sense."
"Since what happened yesterday, Yeonjun has calmed down a lot. I think he got scared when he saw me like that. I feel like he feels guilty about what happened," I shrugged.
"I noticed how he was constantly concerned about your foot," she laughed. "Sometimes people need a wake-up call to change their attitude," she placed her hand on my arm. "I'm sorry that you had to be the one to suffer for him to open his eyes."
I looked at her skeptically at the last comment, but she hugged me before I could protest.
"I'm proud of you," she said with some contained emotion.
"Why?" I asked, confused.
"Because you've managed to surround yourself with good people all your life. You should be grateful for the wonderful friends you have."
I returned the hug and rested my head on her shoulder. For a moment, I became aware of my mother's height, as I was now several centimeters taller than her. I processed her words for a long time, and for some reason I couldn't quite understand, I felt a lump in my throat. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. I didn't want to cry at that moment. When I managed to control my emotions, I asked my mother to accompany me to my room.
When my mother left, I lay down on my bed and let my imagination wander for a while. I started to recall moments I had shared with my friends throughout my life. I quickly realized that I didn't remember the first time I had seen Kai since we were too young. So young, in fact, that Bahiyyih was still a baby who couldn't even crawl. For years, the Huening siblings had been my only friends. Looking at us now, as teenagers, I realized how much we had changed. Lea would be turning 18 in just a few months, and I knew that soon she would stop meeting with us.
At times, she already seemed out of place in our company and complained about having to babysit. Besides, she didn't always join us, as she often met up with her friends to make different plans. On top of that, it had been more than a year since she and her best friend started saving up for a long trip they planned to take together. It was clear that she had plans in mind that no longer included us—adult plans.
Bahiyyih, on the other hand, was still a very shy girl. She only saw her friends at school and rarely met up with them outside of it. She was at a complicated age, leaving childhood behind, and sometimes she felt confused about herself. Lea and I had tried to help and guide her as much as we could, but her own personality was already beginning to take shape.
Then there was Kai and me, both turning 15. If Bahiyyih was at a difficult age, we were at an even more challenging one. We had completely outgrown childhood games and were starting to be interested in adult matters, though still from a distance. Our mentalities had changed a lot in recent years, as had our relationships with other people.
I thought about Soobin. He had also changed a lot. He had become much more approachable and far less shy than he was as a child, and he had gained a lot of self-confidence. This had led him to adopt some of Kai's playful and lively nature, although with a certainly darker sense of humor.
Lastly, I thought about the boys. I was starting to form a more nuanced impression of each of them: Yeonjun was very confident and, yes, he definitely liked to tease people, but he wasn't a bad guy. In fact, he had shown that he had a good heart. After all, he had been defending Soobin throughout their school years.
Taehyun had quite a peculiar personality. He always kept a bit of distance from the group, especially when they showed their more childish sides. I think he tried to act mature, but in reality, when the group made decisions, he simply went along with the majority vote. It seemed like he didn't want to bother anyone and usually gave in easily.
Beomgyu, on the other hand, had a serious mindset but a very laid-back attitude. He talked loudly and loved to tease Yeonjun, who quickly got fed up with him—though that seemed to be the basis of their friendship, as they appeared to be best friends. He was also a creative person like me. He said he liked to draw cars in his free time and design them.
The next thing I remember is my mother waking me up for dinner. I had fallen asleep without realizing it. She helped me get up from the bed, and we walked out into the hallway. However, once there, I decided to go down the stairs while seated, as it felt much more comfortable for me.
I stayed up late with my parents, waiting for the clock to strike twelve so I could celebrate my birthday. When the exact time came, my parents hugged me tightly and happily congratulated me. Afterward, we quickly got ready for bed, as the next day, we would resume my study routine.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 9
At exactly five-thirty, there was a knock on the door, and I got ready to go downstairs. I had spent the entire week preparing for that moment. I had carefully chosen my outfit to avoid looking too feminine and made a mental list of conversation topics to avoid bringing up. I opened the door, and there they were. Kai was smiling and seemed genuinely happy to see me, but the other three still didn't appear very comfortable with my presence.
"Hi, Lía," Kai greeted me warmly.
"Hi, guys," I replied, trying to interact with the rest.
Finally, I stepped out of my house and began to approach the group.
"So, what's the plan?" I asked Kai in a slightly low tone.
"There's no specific plan," he said, shrugging with a smile. "It's your first time with us. Why don't you choose what to do?"
I looked around. The guys were all staring at me, waiting for my answer, but the truth was, I didn't have a plan either. I spent a few moments thinking about what kind of activity I could suggest that wouldn't seem boring to them. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, and I couldn't help but show my excitement.
"Follow me, please," I said with a rather enthusiastic gesture as I started walking to the other side of the road.
"Where are you taking us?" Kai asked, curious.
"You'll see," I replied without looking back at him.
The four boys followed me without protest, though with a somewhat skeptical attitude. I led the group through the line of houses on the other side of the road, and we crossed the farms and orchards. When we reached the wall of trees that marked the beginning of the forest, I noticed the group stopped behind me. I turned to them immediately, a little confused.
"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" I asked.
"Why are you taking us into the forest?" Taehyun asked, sounding slightly aggressive.
"I'm wondering the same thing. Are you a murderer planning to chop us up?" Yeonjun teased, crossing his arms.
Even though the accusation was completely false, I shot a quick murderous glance at him.
"Guys, you're going too far," Kai quickly reprimanded them.
"Yeah, what's up with you? Are you scared or something?" Beomgyu said, siding with me.
There was a general silence. We all looked at each other with a tension that was almost palpable. Finally, Kai stepped forward and stood beside me.
"I'm going with you," he said decisively.
"Me too," Beomgyu added, joining us.
Taehyun also moved closer without saying anything, which caused Yeonjun, with a roll of his eyes and a sigh, to finally join us as well.
I led them down the familiar path without trying to explain anything further. After a few minutes, I began to hear the sound of running water, but I said nothing and just continued until we reached the clearing.
"We're here," I said, turning to the group with a serious expression. "Sorry, this was the only thing I could think of."
"A river?" Kai said, surprised. "I didn't bring a swimsuit," he added a bit shyly.
"It doesn't matter. It's not very deep." As I said this, I took off my shoes and walked to the edge, dipping my feet into the cool water. "See?"
"I didn't know this river was here," Taehyun remarked.
"Me neither," Beomgyu said, taking off his shoes and dipping his feet into the water as well. "It's not too cold!" he exclaimed with a smile.
"How do you know about this place?" Kai asked as he also stepped into the water.
"Soobin brought me here the day we became friends," I replied, feeling a bit uncomfortable talking about Soobin to Kai.
"No wonder Soobin didn't hang out with us on Saturdays," Taehyun said absentmindedly while splashing around a bit.
"What are you talking about? This river is only fun in the summer. What about the rest of the year?" Yeonjun questioned.
"Well…" Taehyun replied, confused.
"If Soobin didn't come with us, it's because he had something more interesting to do," Yeonjun continued.
Just at that moment, I felt Yeonjun's eyes fix on me. I knew what he was trying to do. My heart raced, and I clenched my jaw in response. I felt my cheeks start to burn, and avoiding eye contact with the boys, I pretended not to hear and bent down to splash my face with water.
"Choi Yeonjun, stop," Kai warned in a rather serious tone.
"Tell us, Lía. Is Soobin your boyfriend?" Yeonjun continued.
"He's not her boyfriend," Kai answered for me.
"Yeonjun, maybe you shouldn't…" Beomgyu tried to stop him.
"Are you jealous?" Yeonjun finally said, looking at Kai with a malicious smile.
Kai didn't respond further. He slowly walked toward Yeonjun and stood right in front of him.
"He's not her boyfriend," he repeated in a firm but calm tone.
"I haven't heard her say that," Yeonjun said, laughing at him and standing his ground despite being several centimeters shorter.
"Soobin is not my boyfriend," I finally answered, wanting to put an end to the issue.
"You heard her," Kai said. "Soobin is not her boyfriend."
"Every time you say that, you get redder," Yeonjun added, pointing at Kai's cheeks.
Kai brusquely pushed his hand away and grabbed Yeonjun by the wrist.
"I told you to stop," Kai gave him an ultimatum.
"Why do you keep speaking for her?" Yeonjun replied, irritated.
Kai looked at me, frustrated but with a hint of anticipated regret, still holding Yeonjun's wrist. The other two boys stayed on the sidelines but were alert. Finally, he turned his gaze back to his opponent.
"Because she's more peaceful than I am…" At that moment, Kai pulled Yeonjun's arm, causing him to lose his balance and fall into the water.
However, Yeonjun grabbed him before falling and dragged him in as well. The two started wrestling in the water, and the others rushed to separate them.
"What are you doing? Stop!" Taehyun shouted, holding Kai back.
An overwhelming feeling of distress washed over me. I panicked and ran out of the water. I grabbed my shoes in one hand and bolted through the forest. My vision was blurred by the tears welling up in my eyes, but I could only think about getting home. I began to hear the boys calling me from the river, but that only made me run faster.
However, my run didn't last long, as I felt a sharp pain in the sole of my foot, and the next two steps felt like stabs. I dropped to the ground on my knees and curled up, starting to cry for real. The pain was unbearable, radiating through my entire leg. I knew I had stepped on something sharp, possibly a branch.
I brushed the sole of my foot with my fingers without looking. When I checked, my fingers were stained red.
"Why?" I sobbed to myself.
I began to hear footsteps approaching. Someone was running through the forest. Suddenly, I heard a voice.
"Lía?"
"Beomgyu!" I quickly sat up.
The boy approached me after hearing my voice. He was wet and out of breath from what had happened at the river. He found me on the ground, crying and unable to move my leg. He quickly saw my foot and covered his mouth with his hands in shock.
"What happened?" he asked, quickly crouching down to check on me.
"I stepped on something. I shouldn't have run barefoot through the forest," I answered between sobs.
"Hey, it's okay. I'll go get help, alright?"
The boy ran off again towards the river and soon returned with the other three.
Kai was the first to come to my side, crouching down next to me and offering his shoulder for support so I could get up.
"Bend your knee backward," he instructed urgently.
As I did, he grabbed my ankle, exposing the sole of my foot. The other three quickly approached and poured water they had gathered in their hands over my wound.
"We should take her to a doctor," Taehyun suggested.
"Does it look that bad?" I asked, feeling anxious.
"A professional should clean the wound," he shrugged.
"He's right. We shouldn't try to do it ourselves," Beomgyu confirmed.
"But the doctor lives in the city. How are we going to get her there like this?" Yeonjun complained.
Kai quickly gestured for me to get on his back. I pushed myself up as best as I could, and he helped me settle in.
"We'll take turns," he said firmly.
"What happened?" he quickly crouched down to check on me.
"I stepped on something. I shouldn't have run barefoot through the forest," I replied, sobbing.
"Hey, it's okay. I'll go get help, alright?"
The boy ran off again towards the river and soon returned with the other three.
Kai was the first to approach me, crouching down beside me and offering his shoulder for support to help me up.
"Bend your knee backward," he instructed urgently.
As I did, he grabbed my ankle, exposing the sole of my foot. The other three quickly approached and poured water they had gathered in their hands over my wound.
"We should take her to a doctor," Taehyun suggested.
"Does it look that bad?" I asked, feeling anxious.
"A professional should clean the wound," he shrugged.
"He's right. We shouldn't try to do it ourselves," Beomgyu confirmed.
"But the doctor lives in the city. How are we going to get her there like this?" Yeonjun complained.
Kai quickly gestured for me to get on his back. I pushed myself up as best I could, and he helped me settle in.
"We'll take turns," he said firmly.
The five of us headed toward the city. No one spoke about what had happened at the river just moments before. Everyone seemed simply concerned about me.
They all took turns carrying me on their backs until we finally arrived at the doctor's house.
We entered the waiting room, with my foot still occasionally dripping. Taehyun, who was carrying me at that point, gently set me down on one of the benches.
Shortly after, the doctor came out and looked at us in astonishment. Even though I was the main patient, the rest of the group looked worse than I did. They were all pretty wet and had several bruises from the rocks in the river.
"Good afternoon. How can I help you?" he began with a formal expression.
"My friend has a branch stuck in her foot. Please help her," Kai responded, clearly distressed.
The doctor looked at me and then noticed the small puddle that had formed under my foot.
"Come with me," the doctor instructed.
Kai helped me up and then accompanied me into the examination room. Carefully, he lifted me until I managed to sit on the examination table. Then he took a step back and started to leave. However, the doctor's voice stopped him.
"There's no need for you to leave, boy."
"Really?"
"Of course not. This is something that, with basic knowledge, can be done at home. A group of young people like you could benefit from knowing these kinds of tricks."
Kai moved closer to the doctor and looked at my foot again, but quickly felt faint.
"Doctor, would you mind if I called another friend? He says he wants to study medicine."
The man sighed and agreed. Soon after, Kai returned to the room, this time with Beomgyu.
"All ready?" the doctor asked.
After we quickly nodded, the doctor asked me to lie face down on the table to have better access to the wound. He then put on gloves and offered another pair to Beomgyu, who looked both nervous and excited. Kai stayed by my side, making sure I was okay, but kept his distance from the blood.
"Well, the first step is to clean the wound," he said, picking up a bottle. "This is saltwater, but plain water will work too."
Kai glanced at Beomgyu for a moment, realizing that the instructions he had given them at the river were correct.
However, the moment of peace didn't last long, as soon as the liquid touched my foot, I began to cry out in pain.
"It stings! It stings!" I shouted.
"Calm down, calm down," Kai approached me with a soothing voice, trying to comfort me.
"I'm sorry!" Beomgyu exclaimed.
"Well, now that the area is clean, I'm sorry to say that the worst is yet to come," the doctor chuckled. "It's time to extract it."
I heard the man giving instructions to Beomgyu again, but this time I didn't pay attention. I felt them start to pull at the branch embedded in my foot while they continued to pour saltwater over it. I began to scream in pain, and for a moment, I thought I might faint.
Kai held my hand tightly, but not as tightly as I squeezed his. I could hear him quietly groan from the pressure I was putting on his fingers.
"I've got it!" Beomgyu shouted. "How did you manage to get this stuck in your foot? You had more than three centimeters lodged in there," he said, horrified.
"What?" I asked, trying to recover.
The boy approached us, holding the stick with tweezers. It was quite long and sharp, still stained with my blood.
"Get that out of my sight!" I turned my head away.
"We'll check for any remaining splinters and then bandage the foot, okay?" the doctor continued.
After a quick inspection, they finished cleaning the wound, and after disinfecting it with iodine, they bandaged my foot with gauze and cotton.
"All done," the doctor declared.
"All done?" I asked, still desperate.
"Yes, although... I don't think you'll be able to put weight on your foot for a couple of days."
Both boys sighed in unison, knowing they'd have to carry me back home again. Beomgyu removed his gloves, and the doctor complimented him on his steady hands, which made him smile proudly.
Kai invited me to climb onto his back, taking advantage of the height of the examination table. We left the examination room and joined the other two.
"How did it go?" Taehyun asked.
"She's fine, but she won't be able to put weight on her foot for a few days," Beomgyu explained.
We left the building and headed straight for a nearby bench. Kai set me down there, and everyone gathered around me.
"I'm sorry I scared you… I shouldn't have run barefoot through the forest," I lamented.
"You were the one who was scared. We shouldn't have acted that way," Yeonjun began. "Taehyun told me that Soobin asked you to hang out with us," he looked down. "You must think I'm a jerk," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"I think we all do," Kai joked with a serious tone.
Yeonjun laughed at the comment and then moved closer to me.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. Then he turned to Kai and repeated, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too," Kai apologized.
"What's wrong with us lately?" Taehyun interrupted. "Honestly, ever since Soobin left, there's been a tension between all of us that you could cut with a knife."
"That's true. And it's not right. We're friends. We shouldn't be fighting," Beomgyu agreed.
"Well… Soobin is the one who brought us all together," Kai explained. "Maybe we feel lost without him."
"There have been too many changes all at once," I interrupted. "Maybe I rushed things by wanting to hang out with you guys too."
"Don't be silly. Clearly, this group needs some feminine energy," Kai chided.
"Honestly… The plan to go to the river sounds fun. Let's take it more calmly next time," Yeonjun said.
"I agree. The water was great," Taehyun added.
"But I don't want you guys to fight because of me," I lamented.
"I can't promise anything…" Yeonjun laughed. "But I'll try," he said, offering me his hand to help me up. "I'll carry you first," he said with a kind smile.
The four boys took me home and helped explain what had happened to my parents (leaving out a few parts). Just before saying goodbye, I turned to the group and had an idea.
"Tomorrow, I'm celebrating my birthday. Why don't you all come?" I asked sweetly.
"All of us?" Kai asked.
"Yes, all of you," I replied with a smile.
"Sounds good to me," Beomgyu spoke up.
"Count me in," said Yeonjun.
"Me too," Taehyun smiled.
Kai looked at his friends in silence, then walked over to me with a smile. He gave me a tight hug before saying goodbye. It had been a long time since Kai had hugged me to say goodbye, and honestly, I appreciated it.
The boys left, and I hopped into my house on one foot.
I had a calm dinner with my parents, and then they helped me upstairs to my room. Before going to sleep, my dad said he would try to make me some crutches from a few branches to help me get around more easily.
I lay down in bed and felt dizzy. I drank some water and tried to calm down. A lot had happened that afternoon. However, I was happy. I felt like, in some way, I had made new friends (despite the rocky start). Plus, I had managed to see Yeonjun's kind side. I was curious to see how the girls would react the next day when I told them everything that had happened.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 8
I woke up in the morning to the unmistakable sound of the car picking up the Choi family. I jumped out of bed and looked out of my window. I remembered Soobin's words from the night before about not going outside to say goodbye, and so I stayed in. I waited in silence until the car disappeared into the distance.
I felt a knot in my chest as I watched him leave. I really hoped he would have a good trip and be happy with his family, but I couldn't stand the idea of him being gone for an entire year.
It was Tuesday. The day at home was supposed to proceed like any other summer day. I spent most of the day with my mother. She wanted to keep me occupied so I wouldn't dwell too much on Soobin's departure. On the other hand, I thought about the rest of my friends. I was saddened that they lived so far away, as moments like these made me wish I had them nearby to cheer me up and, most of all, to share with them what had happened with Soobin since the last time I saw them.
I had continued writing my romance story. Somehow, I ended up taking Lea's advice, and the protagonist confessed her feelings to both guys, letting them know about the other person vying for her affection. It was a difficult scene to write, but somehow I made it work, and the protagonist started a double relationship with both of them.
After a week filled with emotional ups and downs, Sunday arrived. I was eager to go to the market with my mother and meet up with the Huening family. I rushed to hug them when I saw them, and they asked how I was doing. At that moment, I decided to open up and confess everything that had happened since Kai's birthday.
"Where do I start?" I sighed. "Last Sunday, when Soobin and I left your house… we had a somewhat deep conversation. I think it was something we had hinted at before, but this time we made it clear."
"What?" Bahiyyih asked, extremely intrigued.
"After all, I think Lea was right…" I looked down and paused. "Somehow, we both discovered that we liked each other and… we kissed."
The three siblings were left speechless, each with a different expression. The older sister proudly celebrated having figured it out even before us, the younger one seemed curious to know more, but Kai appeared almost disappointed. He didn't seem too pleased.
"How was it?" Lea asked, moving closer to me to create more intimacy in the conversation.
"I don't know, it just happened," I replied, naïve.
"No, I mean the kiss! How was it?"
I immediately blushed at her question, but I knew that providing more details could create even more anticipation in the air.
"Which one?" I asked.
The two girls moved even closer and started interrogating me. They wanted to know the whole story.
"The story is a bit long," I began. "When we came back that night, it all felt like it happened so fast. I didn't have much time to process it. However—" I took a dramatic pause. "—that night, by some twist of fate, we both revealed ourselves, and through our windows, we could see that we were both awake."
"How romantic! What happened next?" Bahiyyih asked.
"We snuck out of our houses in the middle of the night," I said excitedly.
"Lía! How?" Exclaimed the youngest.
I made a gesture for them to lower their voices and continued my story.
"We didn't go far. In fact, we just stayed by the front door," I clarified. "It was so sweet…"
"Tell us more," Lea urged me.
"He couldn't fall asleep, and I… well, I had a nightmare. The thing is, we kissed a bit more. Maybe more calmly than before," I said with a small laugh. "He said he might get addicted to my kisses."
The two girls laughed excitedly with me.
"How lovely! It sounds like a scene from a fairy tale. I want something like that too!" said the younger one.
Her older sister suddenly looked at her seriously and replied imperatively.
"You're still too young."
Bahiyyih made a disapproving gesture when her sister stopped looking at her and then asked me.
"Are you two a couple?"
My smile dimmed slightly as I shook my head.
"Soobin hasn't wanted to make our relationship official."
"Why?" She reproached, disappointed.
"What would be the point? He's going to be away for a year," I shrugged.
"He's right," the older one pointed out, equally disappointed. "But what else happened? Did you see each other again yesterday?" She wanted to continue the conversation.
"Yes, in the afternoon," my face flushed again as I remembered the time we spent together. "He came to my house. To my room."
"What? Your mother let him in?" Lea asked, surprised.
"My mom knows about Soobin. Knowing it would be the last time we'd see each other, I guess she wanted to make it special."
"And special it was! My mom would never let any boy into our room!" The older one said, looking at Bahiyyih. "You're so lucky!"
"Did you kiss in your room?" The younger one wanted to know.
"Yes," I confirmed. "It was truly magical," I said with a small smile. "I miss him so much," I changed my expression slightly.
After that, the conversation flowed smoothly, but Kai had been quiet for a while. I looked at him in confusion and gestured to his sisters. They signaled me to ignore him. It seemed strange. When I arrived, he was fine, but now he seemed lost in his thoughts. I tried to reason quickly and thought maybe he was missing Soobin too. After all, they had been best friends for a long time.
As I was about to leave with my mother, I took the opportunity to approach Kai while he was alone.
"Hey!" I came up quietly trying to surprise him. "What's wrong? You seem down."
However, he took a step back and looked at me very seriously. At that moment, I realized he was actually angry with me.
"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" I asked insistently.
Kai turned toward me and answered grudgingly.
"Is it going to be like this from now on? Are you all going to stay here talking about girl stuff while I'm left out of your little group?" He complained.
"What are you talking about?" I was surprised. "You've stayed out because you wanted to!"
"What do you expect me to do? Listen to you talk about how you kiss Soobin all the time? Gross!"
"It's only been this time!" I tried to calm down. "Soobin is gone. Don't worry, I won't talk about him for a year."
With that, I turned around and ran to my mother, pretending nothing had happened. I helped her with the bags and we left.
As soon as I got home, I went up to my room and cried. I had never had an argument with Kai like that before. I couldn't understand what I had done to make him treat me that way. No matter how much I thought about it, I just couldn't comprehend it. At the same time, I knew that now that Soobin was gone, Kai was left as the only guy among us. But we had always been a close-knit group, regardless of whether we were boys or girls.
I was frustrated. Puberty had distanced me from Kai even more than Soobin ever had. It had never been a serious problem before, but today, for the first time, I found it impossible to reason with or communicate with him.
And with this feeling, another week passed. I wanted to go to the market, talk to Kai, and clear things up. However, I was highly disappointed because he had chosen not to come that day.
"Why?" I asked his sisters, pretending not to know anything.
"He decided to hang out with his friends today," Lea said. "I know. It seemed odd to me too. They already met yesterday," she shrugged.
"Yesterday?" I repeated.
"Yes, they usually meet every Saturday."
"Soobin told me to hang out with them sometime when he wasn't around," I recalled at that moment.
"Really? Did he say that?" She seemed surprised.
"Yes. I don't know. He encouraged me to do it," I shrugged and thought for a moment. "Lea, could you do me a favor?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Can you tell your brother that I need to talk to him? I was hoping to see him here today."
"Yes. To be honest, it was strange to us too that he didn't want to come." The older sister emphasized.
"If I remember correctly, he said he was meeting only with Taehyun," Bahiyyih said.
"This guy is acting really strange. He's been like this all week," Lea said, crossing her arms.
"Maybe he misses Soobin too," I suggested.
"Possible. In fact, I thought the same thing," she looked at me seriously. "I'll tell my brother that you want to see him," she concluded with a kind smile.
"Thank you!"
We spent some time talking about other things. Taking advantage of the guy's absence, I updated them on my novel. They both seemed quite satisfied with the direction it was taking and wanted to know how the story would end.
At one point, I drifted away from the conversation. With a quick mental calculation, I realized that my birthday would be two Mondays from now, so I would have to celebrate it the following Sunday. I mentioned it to the girls, and they seemed okay with it. I hoped Kai would feel the same way.
In the afternoon, I kept writing. The girls had given me some more ideas to add to my book, and taking advantage of my inspiration, I got to work. I was completely absorbed in my writing when, suddenly, someone knocked on the door. I didn't pay much attention until I heard my mother calling me from downstairs.
I went down the stairs with curiosity, and was surprised to find Kai and Taehyun on the other side of the door. I approached slowly and went outside with them, sitting on the small sidewalk. Up until that moment, the silence between us was almost total, making the situation terribly awkward.
"My sisters told me you wanted to talk to me," he began. "What do you want?"
He still sounded as cold as the last time I saw him, which dampened my mood before I even spoke. I wanted to respond, but his attitude and Taehyun's presence made it very difficult.
"Well…" I didn't know how to start. "Next Sunday, I'm going to celebrate my birthday."
"Yes, I've been told," he replied curtly. "Anything else?"
"And… I heard that you guys hang out every Saturday. I'd like to join you sometime," I said shyly.
The guys exchanged glances and then started laughing at my suggestion.
"We only do guy stuff. You'd be bored," Kai said, mocking me.
"Well, last Sunday you were bored with us. You could get back at me that way," I tried to act tough.
The two of them stopped laughing immediately. Kai approached me, and for the first time since the previous week, he spoke to me with respect and calmly.
"Lía, I don't intend to get back at you."
"I don't care," I responded coldly. "Besides, it was Soobin's idea."
"Soobin told you to come with us?" He asked, surprised.
I nodded silently, and then Kai turned to Taehyun, presumably seeking a response from him, but Taehyun just shrugged and left the final word to Kai.
He looked at me again, and after thinking for a few moments, agreed.
"We'll pick you up on Saturday at five-thirty."
I smiled at him and nodded. Then I moved a little closer and spoke softly.
"I'm really sorry that you felt left out last week."
Kai looked at me with a regretful expression and replied.
"No. I'm sorry. You were right. I pulled away on my own."
"Now that Soobin isn't here, I understand that being the only guy in the group can be strange."
"It shouldn't be," he looked down. "You're my best friend. I shouldn't feel uncomfortable with you."
"Am I still your best friend?"
"I don't think you could ever stop being it," he smiled sweetly.
I returned his smile and then noticed Taehyun's confused expression a bit further back. He seemed puzzled by our sudden change in attitude.
Kai turned to him and invited him to come a bit closer. Then, he put one arm around Taehyun's shoulders and another around mine, pulling us both close to him.
"We'll see if my two groups of friends can get along well with each other."
"Do you think Beomgyu and Yeonjun will be okay with it?" Taehyun asked, stepping away from him.
"They won't have a choice.," he said, looking at me with a small smile while still holding me.
Finally, the two guys said goodbye and left for the city. I returned to my room and sat down in front of the story I was working on. However, I set it aside and took out a new sheet of paper. I wanted to start a letter to Soobin. I didn't know where I would have to send it yet. I also didn't know how long it would take to get his first letter. But I promised him I would keep him informed, and that's exactly what I intended to do.
I mentioned what had happened with Kai and the progress I had made. I was proud of having fulfilled the one mission he had given me while he was away, and I didn't want to let it pass and forget any details.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 7
The next day, I couldn't meet Soobin until late in the afternoon. The whole family was very busy preparing their luggage and getting the house ready to withstand a year without being visited. I was desperate all day to finally meet him.
I had been very secretive with my parents about Soobin. It had been a long time since my mother had stopped making her uncomfortable comments. More or less since I had my first period. However, for the first time in all that time, I missed her characteristic curiosity.
At that moment, whatever I had with Soobin was already a reality. He had been my first kiss, and I had even sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night for him.
The idea of telling her about these things felt incredibly uncomfortable, and at other times in my life, I would have described it as undesirable. But what I was feeling would haunt me until Soobin returned, and I knew that if I explained my situation to her, my mother would be able to understand me more and treat me according to my feelings.
We were together in the kitchen, preparing something to eat. I was still pensive and silent. Finally, after much deliberation, I approached her and began to speak in a low voice.
"Mum… There's something I'd like to talk to you about…" I said very slowly.
My mother smiled and answered without lifting her gaze from the pot.
"Tell me, what's on your mind?" she asked calmly.
"Last night, when we were coming back from Kai's party…" I paused again, swallowing and taking a breath. "Soobin and I… kissed."
I looked down and squeezed my eyes shut, expecting the worst possible response. However, my expression relaxed when I heard my mother burst into laughter.
"Really? I thought that would have happened a long time ago."
"What are you talking about?" I responded, surprised. "When?"
"Lía, you've been friends with Soobin for a long time, and honestly, I've never seen you treat anyone with as much affection as you've always treated him," she paused. "Not even Kai."
"Yeah, but you said it: friends, " I retorted, annoyed by my mother's assumptions.
"You're always with him, and I don't spy on you. I don't know what you do or don't do behind my back. Since you don't let me ask about your private life anymore... you handle your things, and I handle mine," she justified herself with dignity.
I was truly shocked. Had my mother decided not to meddle in my affairs voluntarily? And all this thinking I was already dating Soobin? I was surprised.
"Well, I didn't come to argue about this," I said firmly. "I wanted to tell you because Soobin is leaving tomorrow and has decided not to ask me out until he returns."
My mother adopted my serious tone and continued the conversation.
"Well, I think that's very sensible on his part. This way, you both can focus more on your things. Especially him on his studies. I've heard that in Korea, they are more demanding than here."
My mother looked at me but saw a discontented expression. She realized that wasn't the kind of support I needed at that moment. It was hard for me to open my heart to her, and on top of that, I felt a knot forming in my throat.
She quickly understood. She wiped her hands with a cloth and ran to hug me. At that moment, I broke down. I started crying desperately, and we hugged tightly. I had so many things I wanted to express inside. But they were things I wanted to tell Soobin, not my mother. Despite my lack of verbal expression, she had enough words to understand everything brewing in my head, so she knew how to comfort me.
"I'm convinced that Soobin likes you a lot. For quite some time, too." She stroked my hair as she spoke and then stepped back, placing her hands firmly on my shoulders and looking me straight in the eye. "A year may seem like a long time, but a lifetime of friendship won't be lost in such a short time. Much less the feelings you've developed for each other."
I listened to my mother, trying to stop crying, organizing my thoughts and feelings. She placed her hand over my heart and lowered her tone.
"Love is very powerful, Lía. If there are no bad actions, if it isn't hurt, it can survive longer than life itself. Keep this in mind while he's away, and remember: I'm here for you, no matter what."
My mother smiled at me in the sweetest way she ever had. Her words felt heavy on me and sank deep within, causing me to let out one last sob before calming down.
She said nothing more. She smiled at me once more and went back to work. I continued chopping vegetables beside her in silence.
After lunch, I went to my room. I considered taking a nap since I was a bit tired from the lost sleep that night. Despite this, I didn't want to sleep because I was too focused on the house across the street, waiting to see some movement.
Hours passed, and finally, the door opened. Just then, I saw Soobin running towards my house as if his life depended on it. He was so fast that he knocked on the door before I could finish coming down the stairs.
I hurriedly opened it. Both of us were out of breath from the rush. I couldn't help but look him up and down because, for the first time ever, he looked a bit disheveled.
Suddenly, my mother's voice sounded behind me.
"Hello, Soobin."
"Hello, ma'am," Soobin replied with a smile and a small bow, still catching his breath.
"Would you like to come in?" my mother asked kindly.
I think we were both surprised by this question. It was still unusual for my mother to let anyone in, not even Soobin, except on special occasions. Finally, he agreed and entered. Then, she continued talking to him.
"Do you have everything ready to go?"
"Yes. It's not like we're not coming back, so there are a lot of things we'll leave here. It really lightens the load not having to move everything as if it were a complete move," he explained.
While they talked, I looked around, searching for a comfortable yet private place where Soobin and I could stay, but my father was in the living room reading a newspaper, which automatically ruled out that option.
"Well, I'll leave you two alone. You must have a lot to talk about before the trip," my mother finally said, giving Soobin a gentle pat on the shoulder.
I was about to protest for not having a comfortable place to clear things up with him when, suddenly, my mother seemed to read my thoughts and suggested.
"Why don't you go up to your room? You'll be more comfortable there."
I was stunned. Never, ever had any guest gone up the stairs of my house, as the upper floor only had the bedrooms and a bathroom.
Soobin and I looked at each other, and then I simply nodded silently, guiding him upstairs to the most secluded parts of my small home.
As soon as he crossed the threshold of my room, he looked around, silently analyzing every detail of my sanctuary. However, when he stepped inside, he walked straight to my bookshelf and picked up the dictionary he gave me for my eighth birthday.
"You still have it," he said in a sweet voice.
"How could I not? I'd never get rid of it," I affirmed.
Soobin put the dictionary back in its place and turned towards me with the same playful smile he had the night before.
"고양이," he said, approaching me. "That was the first time I heard you speak Korean."
"Cat…" I murmured. "You still remember?" I said, surprised.
"Of course!" he laughed.
I paused for a second and then countered.
"귀여워," I said, also moving closer to him.
Soobin's expression turned confused, and his ears flushed a few shades of red.
"It's something you've said to me many times, I know." I gave him a mischievous smile. "But I knew what it meant from the first time." I laughed, perhaps trying to intimidate him.
"Why didn't you say anything then?" he complained.
"Because I knew it would embarrass you. And me too," I protested.
We stood facing each other, trying to keep serious expressions, but we couldn't. Within seconds, we burst into laughter. We spent the next few minutes reminiscing about times we pretended not to understand things when Soobin still didn't speak English well, and conversely, moments when we pretended to understand without knowing what the other had said.
I was amazed that Soobin remembered all those moments, especially since most of them happened over five years ago.
I let myself fall onto the bed, burying my head in the pillow and trying to hide my blushing cheeks from the revelation of the truth. Soobin sat beside me, still a bit uncomfortable with the feeling of intruding into my space.
Once I regained some composure, I turned to him, giving him a half-smile that somewhat masked my intention to change the topic.
"Did you manage to sleep after all?" I began.
"Yes, I did," he said with a sigh. "Not for long, but seeing you last night calmed me down. You really helped me," he revealed calmly.
"I'm glad! I was worried about you," I said, sitting up a bit.
"I've had a very busy day… You might have noticed from my appearance…" he said, pointing to the obvious.
"It doesn't matter. Rest now," I invited, patting the empty space on the bed next to me.
Soobin carefully reclined on the bed, and I settled back down. We got comfortable and faced each other.
For a few moments, we said nothing. We both smiled sweetly at each other as we adjusted to the sensation. Suddenly, he raised his hand, making a gesture for me to give him mine. I did, and we intertwined our fingers.
"Lía…" he whispered my name.
"Yes?"
"Te amo," he said in perfect Spanish.
"Soobin!" I exclaimed, surprised. "How? "
He made a calming gesture for me to lower my voice. Then, he caressed my cheek and gave me a small but warm kiss.
"Yo también te amo," I finally replied, blushing a bit more as I said it and feeling my heart race.
Soobin hugged me and pulled me close to his chest. I could hear his heartbeat as strong as my own. Somehow, the gentle thumps against his chest relaxed me, so I closed my eyes and stayed there, in his arms, enjoying his company.
He kissed my forehead and settled in with me. The sun was setting on the horizon, and from where we were, we could see it through the window that overlooked backyard.
"It's so magical…" he whispered.
"Only next to you," I replied, snuggling closer to him.
"When I'm in Korea and you see the sunset here, think of it as me possibly seeing the sunrise."
"In that case, we'll always have the sun," I said. "I'll think of you every time I see the sunset."
"In case you don't, I'll write to you. Whenever I can, I will. I'll tell you everything I experience there."
"I'll do the same," I said, gently stroking his arm. "We'll make this work."
"Of course! It will work. I promise," he said, searching for my gaze.
He leaned in and kissed me again. He started with soft kisses, which soon intensified. Our kisses were somewhat awkward due to our inexperience, but that didn't make them any less passionate. Soobin soon wanted to experiment and play a bit more.
He shifted slightly and leaned over me, letting some of his weight rest on my chest. He slid his hands down the sides of my body until they settled on my waist. I responded by stroking his face, his hair, his neck, and his shoulders.
At my touch, he broke the kiss, planting a kiss on my cheek and continuing down to my neck. I felt a small bite, and my skin tingled. He pulled back a little.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked, worried.
I quickly shook my head. He hadn't hurt me at all. Quite the opposite. I had actually enjoyed it quite a bit. Wanting him to understand how I felt, I pulled him closer and bit his neck in the same way he had, causing him to flinch slightly and let out a soft laugh.
"It tickles," he declared, rubbing his neck a bit. "Does it bother you?"
"Not at all," I replied with a smile.
"Me neither," he said, moving his hand away from his neck.
I sat up on the bed and looked at him a bit seriously. I couldn't help but feel some doubts about what was happening.
"Do you think this is okay?" I asked, a bit unsure.
"Yes," he affirmed quickly. "We're just kissing. There's nothing wrong with it," he calmed me by stroking my arm. "Do you want us to stop?" he tried to ensure.
However, I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him with me as I lay back down on the bed. Soobin smiled at me and kissed me gently again. Soon, the kisses grew more passionate, and our hands roamed each other's bodies, unsure where to settle.
We stayed like that for over fifteen minutes as the sun set on the horizon. With a few last gentle kisses, we wrapped up the affectionate moment we had just shared.
Once again, we lay on the bed. Without saying anything and slightly sweaty from the intensity of our actions. I looked at the ceiling and was overwhelmed by a profound sense of peace.
Soobin was incredibly sweet and made me feel cared for at all times, even when he was being playful. He always sought my approval with every little movement, which made me realize how much I meant to him. While he had expressed part of his feelings, there were certain things that didn't need to be put into words.
"You're incredibly sweet," I whispered.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean, perhaps one of the things that made me fall for you is the way you treat me. With you, I feel protected and safe, and I'm not afraid to let myself go."
"Well, I feel exactly the same way about you," he declared, pausing. "You mentioned one thing. What else makes you fall for me?" he asked with a mischievous laugh.
I laughed and took a deep breath. After thinking for a moment while staring at the ceiling, I replied.
"I don't know if this is something that made me fall in love with you, but… you know you're very handsome, right?" I laughed, covering my face out of embarrassment.
"What am I supposed to say to that?" he laughed with me. "In my defense, I'll say that you're beautiful too," he tried to shift back to a softer, more intimate tone. "You have the most lively eyes I've ever seen, and your smile would light up even the darkest room. Sometimes I'm left speechless just by looking at you."
"That can't be true, you're making it up," I tried to contradict him.
"Do you think so?" He crossed his arms. "How many times, while we were with our friends, did you try to talk to me and catch me absent-minded? What do you think I was thinking about?" he asked, looking serious.
"Puppies?" I guessed completely wrongly.
"No. I was thinking about something much more beautiful than puppies. I was simply thinking about you. And I didn't realize I was doing it until you'd pull me out of my thoughts," he said, looking at me and pausing. "If it worries you, you can rest easy. It's not just your beauty that has made me fall for you."
We stayed silent for a few seconds, and suddenly, the door knocked but didn't open. Instead, my mother's voice came from the other side.
"Soobin, your mother has come to pick you up."
Soobin quickly got up from the bed and opened the door, revealing my mother with a smile on the other side.
"Relax, young man. There's no rush. Your mother agreed to let you stay here for dinner. I'll let you know later," she said, turning around and heading downstairs.
Soobin turned to me. I was still sitting on the bed, looking disheveled from the pillow and sweat on my forehead. In fact, he looked even worse than I did. He had arrived looking quite untidy, and now he looked even more so.
We looked at each other, realizing we were both in pretty suspicious looks. Soobin's hair was pushed back, a result of my hands running through it. He had never worn his hair like that before. Combined with our slightly swollen and reddened lips, it dawned on us that my mother had probably noticed what had happened.
He sat down embarrassed next to me on the bed. I couldn't help it. I started laughing and rested my head on his shoulder, making him calm down and laugh with me.
A few minutes later, my mother called us for dinner. Before heading downstairs, we washed our faces and tidied our hair a bit, as we didn't want to spend the entire dinner looking like that.
Dinner was quiet. My parents asked Soobin about his plans while he was in Korea and when he would return, and I just ate while enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.
When dinner was over, my parents said their goodbyes to Soobin, and I went outside with him, heading to his garden and sitting under the usual tree.
"What time will you leave tomorrow?" I began.
"Quite early. The car will pick us up at 7:30," he sighed. "Please, don't come out to say goodbye tomorrow or it will be even harder."
"Alright. I won't," I said, taking Soobin's hand.
We sat in silence for a long time. Our thoughts intrusively flowed through our minds, making us hold back tears several times.
"I'm already looking forward to your return, Soobin."
"So am I… Let's look at it this way: it's less than a year now," he tried to be positive.
"I'd like to say goodbye to your parents if possible."
"Of course! Let's go, they'll be going to bed soon.
Soobin got up and ran to his house, making his parents come out to the front. I greeted them with a formal bow. Over the past seven years, I had become quite familiar with them, especially with Mrs. Choi, who had almost become like a second mother to me.
"I hope you have a good trip and enjoy your family's company," I said with a kind smile.
Both of their expressions softened at my words.
"Don't worry, Lía, we will," Mr. Choi said, placing a hand on his wife's shoulder.
"Soobin will be sad without you," Mrs. Choi continued. Although her English had improved a lot, she still had a strong accent. "He thinks very highly of you."
"We'll be back soon," Mr. Choi added. "As soon as the classes are over, we'll return. But it's important to enjoy family time. I'll have another grandchild soon, and I'm getting older. If I don't see him now, who knows?" he lamented.
Mrs. Choi said something in Korean to her husband, and despite her serious expression, he laughed.
"She says she's not that old," he translated.
"We're glad you came to say goodbye," she continued.
Just then, she opened her arms, inviting me to hug her. I moved towards her and did so. It was a very maternal and warm hug. Afterward, Mr. Choi gently patted my head as a farewell gesture.
Then, both of them looked at Soobin and said something in Korean. After that, they waved goodbye to me one more time and went back inside the house.
"They're going to bed. It's getting late," he said, with his hands in his pockets.
"Let's try to make this as undramatic as possible," I asked him.
"I agree," he said, moving closer to me.
"I'll leave with a better taste in my mouth if I see you leave with a smile," I declared.
"I'll leave with a better taste in my mouth if I kiss you right now," he said, taking my chin and stealing a small peck.
I pretended to be upset by his actions and quickly moved closer to him, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him more passionately.
"I'll keep this memory for the trip," he smiled at me.
"That sounds good," I replied.
He opened his arms as wide as he could and hugged me tightly. "Say goodbye to me as if we were going to see each other tomorrow," he whispered.
I nodded silently. I gave him one last kiss before pulling away, and as we started walking in opposite directions, I turned around and said with apparent cheerfulness.
"See you later!"
He smiled sweetly at me and waved goodbye. I then walked back to my house, closing the door quickly behind me.
My mother seemed to have been waiting for me, as she greeted me directly and hugged me before I could say anything. Honestly, I was glad she did, as I had been prepared to cry until the next morning, but her action somewhat cleared my mind. I calmed down in her embrace and then she took me to the kitchen, where she had made some warm milk with chocolate.
We enjoyed it together in silence, and then she accompanied me to my room, kissing me on the forehead before saying goodbye.
I got ready for bed, and when I climbed into it, Soobin's scent enveloped me, reminding me of everything we had experienced that day.
"There are no sad memories," I thought to myself and smiled. "Everything has been fine."
I felt relieved. We had managed not to fall into the temptation of making a drama out of the situation, which made me remember all the moments with Soobin from that day with joy.
I took a deep breath into my pillow, savoring all the nuances of Soobin's scent. I calmed down instantly and fell asleep almost immediately, with the sweetest thoughts.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 6
I woke up in the middle of the night, startled. Before I knew it, I was crying. I had dreamt that a car like the one from yesterday hit Soobin right in front of me and I couldn't do anything about it. My heart was racing, and I felt a lump in my throat.
I tried to calm myself down. I drank some water and got out of bed. It was very hot in my room. I opened the windows, trying to create a breeze, but it was very humid outside.
I approached the window and stared at the house across the street for a while. There was only one day left before the Choi family would leave. I hated the idea. I couldn't deny that the seven years I had known Soobin had been the best of my life. I also couldn't deny that what I felt for him was different from anything I had felt for anyone else before.
Looking back, I realized that I had been feeling strange around Soobin for over a year. His voice had changed, and his features had lengthened, making it impossible for me to see him as the child he used to be.
The truth is, I wasn't a child anymore either. It had been almost three years since I had my first period. My breasts, though small, were already developed. Plus, my hips had widened.
These weren't things that were normally noticeable, at least not when wearing a dress. But I had been going to the river with Soobin every summer, and I was convinced that under my wet clothes, these details became much more evident. I didn't think this had escaped his notice either, as he had also been more distant in recent years.
I think Lea was right. On several occasions, she had asked me if I liked Soobin. I had never known how to answer her because I didn't understand my feelings well, but she insisted and warned me that she thought Soobin did like me.
It's ironic. I had read and written about attraction and love hundreds of times, but I hadn't been able to identify them in myself. Until now.
My eyes filled with tears again and I sat down in my chair. I rested my elbows on the desk and buried my face in my hands. Suddenly, something caught my attention: a light had just turned on in Soobin's house.
I mentally calculated the position of the room and figured out that it was Soobin's room. I felt a cool breeze caress my face and had a hunch. I reached out and turned on the small bedside lamp. Within seconds, a figure approached the window and looked out. It was backlit and not clearly visible in the distance, but I could tell it was Soobin. I waved timidly, and the figure repeated my gesture.
However, the silhouette moved back into the house and the light went out. I remained seated, my cheeks still wet, gazing at the nighttime scenery. Suddenly, the door of the house opened, and the figure ran towards my house. I quickly stood up and leaned out the window.
Soobin arrived and stood directly under my window, gesturing for me to come outside with him. I hesitated for a moment. I didn't want to disturb my parents since they would wake up early the next day.
I signaled for him to wait and turned off the light. I quietly left my room and headed down the stairs. When I reached the landing, I realized the hardest part was still ahead: unlocking the bolts without making any noise.
I did it very, very slowly, more carefully than I had ever done anything before. I'm sure it took me several minutes to unlock all of them, but I finally made it outside.
Soobin greeted me with open arms, and I rushed straight to him. We hugged tightly and for quite a long time. We both remained silent and just stood there. I could feel he was sweaty and warm, just like me. I rested my head on his shoulder and asked in a very low voice.
"Are you okay?"
I didn't get a verbal response. I felt Soobin shake his head and hug me even tighter.
"And you?" he asked, even softer than I did.
"I had a nightmare," I explained in a few words.
"At least you slept," he said, burying his head in my shoulder. "I have a thousand things on my mind, and my head is spinning. I woke up distressed from the heat to wash my face, and when I came back, I saw light in your room. I was worried you were going through the same thing as me."
I pulled back a little to look into his eyes. The lack of sleep gave him a more tired look and pronounced dark circles. Still, there was something in his expression that I found endearing.
I couldn't help but feel my heart pounding due to the stealthiness of my actions. I sighed, placing a hand on my chest, trying to calm myself, and after taking a deep breath once more, I said.
"Sorry. This is the first time I've snuck out of the house, and I'm not used to these levels of adrenaline," I tried to justify myself, letting out a silly laugh, maybe due to nerves.
"Well," he began. "I'm sorry you had a nightmare, but I was drowning in my thoughts, and I'm glad you're awake now."
"You know I'm always here for you, Soobin…" I said, gently caressing his cheek.
He gave me a sweet smile and leaned in, giving me a warm and long kiss.
"I could get used to this," he murmured, breaking the silence.
"To what?" I asked, curious.
"To your kisses."
As he said this, a playful smile appeared on Soobin's face, something I had never seen before. This made my heart race even more, and unconsciously, I bit my lip. I wasn't aware of my gesture until I noticed Soobin's gaze fixed on my lips.
His hands gently cupped my cheeks, and he kissed me again. Then, he slid them down my shoulders, wrapped them around my waist, and pulled me a little closer. I intertwined my hands behind his neck, letting myself go as the kiss became more passionate.
When our lips parted, we needed a few seconds to catch our breath. We both felt shy for a moment, but Soobin hugged me again, and we stayed silent for a while. Suddenly, an intrusive thought invaded me, and my doubt broke the calm.
"What will happen to us when you leave?" I said, taking a small step back.
He looked around, I suppose searching for the right words. Then, he placed his hands on my shoulders and looked at me intently, beginning to speak.
"Nothing. Nothing will happen," he expressed in a fairly flat tone
"But, what are we?" I asked, intrigued.
Soobin looked at the ground with a half-smile. After regaining his seriousness, he lifted his head again and continued speaking.
"I don't know. Honestly, I'd love for you to be my girlfriend, but I don't need you to be."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if I make you my girlfriend now, I won't be able to enjoy it." He paused. "I'm leaving for Korea the day after tomorrow, and I won't have the chance to introduce you as my girlfriend."
I remained silent, processing what he was saying. He was right. We only had one day left to enjoy each other's company, and it felt strange to think of living it as a couple.
"What then?" I finally asked.
He lowered his gaze and took my hands. After a pause that felt eternal, he took a deep breath and looked at me, answering my question.
"If you can wait for me until I come back next year, I promise I'll make you my girlfriend," he said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
I threw myself into his arms, completely speechless. I hugged him tightly, filled with hope and excitement, yet saddened by his departure. I wished that moment could last forever.
"Youvre aware that our friends will find out about this soon, right?" I laughed.
"Do whatever you want. In Korea, I'll talk about you to everyone as my girlfriend," he shrugged, laughing with me.
The sky was beginning to lighten. We shouldn't stay out on the street much longer. However, Soobin and I seemed incapable of letting go of each other. We hugged and kissed playfully. Our laughter was so loud that I had to remind him several times to keep quiet.
Finally, we prepared to part ways.
"Do you think you'll be able to rest before the sun rises?" I asked, concerned.
"I don't know, but I promise I'll try," he smiled at me.
The distance between us began to increase. We were only connected by a hand and our fixed gazes when I remembered something I had learned in Korean a long time ago.
"사랑해요," I pronounced slowly in a sweet voice.
Soobin smiled widely upon hearing me and immediately replied, "나도 사랑해."
He quickly came back to me and gave me one last kiss before finally saying goodbye and returning home.
I slipped quietly through the door, burdened by having to lock the bolts again. After several minutes of tension, I returned to my room and collapsed onto the bed, my mind spinning with everything that had just happened. Not even in the most romantic novels had I ever read about a moment as serendipitous as two sleepless lovers meeting in the middle of the night.
"I am so lucky…" I said to myself.
I also remembered the words I had just exchanged with Soobin. It was the first time I had confessed my feelings to someone, and for a second, I thought that doing it in English was too much for me, so I decided to do it in Korean. I think it was a good choice because he seemed very happy to hear me.
I hugged the pillow and imagined it was him. Doing this relaxed me instantly, and I managed to fall back asleep despite the nocturnal adventure I had just experienced.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 5
And the years passed. Soobin continued going to school and quickly learned English, almost to a native level. His bonds with the boys he met in his first week of classes grew stronger, and they all became a close-knit group of friends. Soobin still had occasional conflicts at school, but they never escalated, and his new friends always helped him. I had seen them a few times at Soobin and Kai's birthdays, but they never really talked to me. Maybe they were shy.
As for me, I continued studying at home. I would look at the dictionary Soobin gave me a couple of times a week, but when his English improved enough for us to have conversations without it, it ended up abandoned on my shelf.
The truth is, my life didn't change much during those years. My habits and routines remained almost the same. I kept writing stories and drawing, of course, with better quality each time. I continued waiting for Soobin every day after school, especially when his brother went to university.
However, with the onset of adolescence, my relationship with my friends changed a bit. We no longer gathered to play as we used to but preferred more relaxed evenings in quiet places. Soobin had made it a habit to come with my mother and me to the market on Sundays to meet up with the Huening siblings.
Our conversations were usually trivial. Sometimes they talked about school, other times I told them about the books I was writing. There always seemed to be something to talk about.
There were times when we arrived with little inspiration, and then Lea (who was the oldest in the group) would try to pry private information out of us. Obviously, these kinds of questions made us very uncomfortable, so we quickly changed the subject.
It was the summer of '27. It was a very hot day, and Soobin and I had gone to the riverbank to cool off a bit. He was lying next to me on the grass. I thought he had fallen asleep since he hadn't said anything for a while and had his eyes closed. However, he took a breath and sat up, suddenly looking at me with a serious expression.
"What's wrong?" I asked immediately.
"We received a letter from my sister."
"From your sister?" I repeated.
"She's pregnant... with her second baby. She wants us to go meet them."
"Oh..." I paused, processing the information. "Will you travel to Korea?"
"Lía... my family wants to go there for almost a year," he declared with an even more serious expression. "I'll be spending the entire next school year there."
I stayed silent for a long time. I wasn't sure how to react, so I opted to ask him directly how he felt.
"And how does that make you feel?"
"Do you want to know the truth?" he said, looking away to the side. "I argued with my parents. My brother isn't going. I don't understand why I have to. I haven't seen my sister in seven years. I know it's rude to say, but she hasn't really contributed much to my life. Honestly, I don't care that she's pregnant. Why can't she come here?"
Soobin sounded genuinely upset. When he was angry, he started talking faster and gesticulating brusquely with his hands.
"I swear I'd rather stay here with you!" he said, sighing.
A long, heavy silence followed. Even though he was looking at the ground, I could see his ears turning red.
"I don't want you to go either," I responded very slowly.
When we were younger, in vulnerable situations like this, we would hug to cheer each other up, but it had been a long time since we'd even touched. Even though our friendship had grown stronger, age had created an invisible barrier of tension between us that I couldn't describe. We were no longer able to see each other as the simple children we used to be.
Finally, I let my hand rest carefully on his shoulder, which made Soobin instinctively lean against me.
We stayed silent for several more minutes. Soobin remained wrapped around me as I stroked his back, trying to comfort him.
"You'll be fine. It's your family. I'm sure your sister has missed you a lot and is eager for you to meet her babies," I tried to reassure him.
"I'm scared..." As he said this, his voice broke a little and a shiver ran through his body.
Holding him in my arms, I could feel that his body temperature had become much higher (even for a hot day like this) and he had started to sweat a bit more.
"What are you scared of, Soobin?" I asked, concerned.
"That you'll forget about me," he said, holding back a sob.
"Forget about you?" I asked, surprised. "I've seen you every day for so many years. Do you really think I could forget about you?"
Soobin shrugged and pulled away from the hug. He hugged his knees and fell silent again.
"Would you forget about me?" I tried to reason with him.
"Impossible," he shook his head. "Not in a million years could I forget you!"
He raised his voice, so I took his hand, trying to get him to lower his tone. However, we both fell silent, and he held my hand. He tried to calm down and spoke again, this time in a calm voice.
"I would never forget my best friend," he said, turning to me.
Our eyes met, and I felt sparks. Soobin was becoming a very handsome guy right before my eyes, and it seemed I hadn't realized it until that moment. I looked away and continued talking.
"When are you leaving?"
"We'll leave in mid-August. The trip is very long," he explained.
"There's still almost a month left. We'll be together, okay?"
Soobin nodded and then stood up, letting go of my hand as he did so.
"It's getting late. We should go back."
I got up and followed him through the forest, reaching the door of his house. He stood in front of me with a rather strange expression. I could sense the uncertainty and fears he was feeling, all mixed with the characteristic shiny eyes he had after crying.
"I'll tell the guys tomorrow," he said, pressing his lips together a bit. "I'll miss them too."
"It's only a year, Soobin. It's not forever. You'll be back before you know it."
"I hope so..."
He looked at me again and then went into his house without saying anything else.
The following weeks went by too quickly. August 14th arrived, Kai's birthday. Soobin would be leaving two days later, and none of us wanted the sadness to ruin the celebration.
We arrived at the Huening's house a little late. The rest of the guests were already there.
Honestly, it had been a long time since I'd seen the rest of our friends. In fact, the last time was at Soobin's birthday party (in December). They looked very different compared to the last time. I remembered them as kids, and now I could almost see the shadow of a mustache on Beomgyu.
Lea and Bahiyyih greeted me, and I stayed with them while the boys talked among themselves.
"Have you already thought of an ending for your book?" Lea started, intrigued.
"I'm not sure..." I knew they were referring to the moral dilemma the protagonist of my book was facing, who was in love with two amazing men at the same time. "What do you think she should do?"
"I like Ben, but I have to admit Daniel is more daring," declared the youngest.
"Why does the protagonist have to choose? If she's in love with both, she should stay with both," reflected the oldest.
"What are you saying? How can she stay with both?" I laughed, surprised. "I was thinking she should let them decide."
"Let them decide? Lía, if it were up to them, they'd rather lose a foot than let her go. Trust me, she has to stay with both."
At first, I thought Lea was joking, but then I realized she was completely serious and began to question the situation.
"But if she stays with both, won't they feel jealous?"
Bahiyyih and I looked at Lea intrigued, wondering how she would resolve the situation.
"If they're truly in love, they'll do whatever it takes for her happiness," she concluded with a mischievous smile.
After that, we approached the boys, still laughing. They looked at us judgmentally.
"Look at them, already talking about their girl stuff," Yeonjun said mockingly.
"They were probably talking about boys," Taehyun laughed, provoking a chorus from the rest of the boys.
"Lea talking about boys? I don't think so..." Yeonjun teased.
The boy spoke too quickly. Lea extended her arm and smacked him on the back of the head quite hard.
"Certainly not talking about boys like you," she smiled maliciously.
Despite this, we all had a great time that day. In fact, I think we all managed to forget that Soobin would be leaving soon. Even Soobin himself.
When the celebration ended, we helped clean everything up. By the time we were ready to leave, the sun had already set.
"Are you all sure you don't need us to walk you home?" Mr. Huening asked.
"No, sir," Beomgyu said, trying to stand a little taller.
But Mr. Huening wasn't really referring to the boys, as I noticed he was looking directly at me.
"No, sir," I smiled after glancing at Soobin, who was already by my side, ready to leave.
"Alright then," he retreated with a smile.
Kai approached us with a smile, but when he stopped, he looked at Soobin and his expression changed.
"Have a good trip, 친구."
Kai extended his hand to Soobin, but when Soobin shook it, Kai pulled him in for a hug.
"I'll miss you," he continued.
"I'll miss you too, 친구," Soobin replied, a bit emotional.
The other three seemed to deflate as they approached us.
"I can't believe you're leaving," Taehyun started.
"We're really going to miss you in class," Beomgyu continued.
"I guess I won't have to beat anyone up for picking on you for a while..." Yeonjun said, coming closer with an affectionate smile.
Soobin smiled warmly at everyone and gave them a group hug.
"I doubt I'll find a group of crazies like you guys in Korea."
"We're irreplaceable!" teased Yeonjun.
Finally, the boys separated and the sisters approached him.
"I'm sure your nephews will be adorable," said Bahiyyih a bit nervously.
Soobin stayed silent for a moment, then replied with a smile, "My sister is pretty. I'm sure her kids will be too."
Lea smiled and looked at her sister. Then she turned back to Soobin and added, "But I bet she's not as pretty as these sisters." She smiled and hugged him.
The younger sister followed, and both hugged him affectionately. Lea had grown up a lot. She was tall, and as she hugged Soobin, I realized they were about the same height. They separated and then said goodbye to me in a slightly less emotional manner.
The five of us left the house and said our goodbyes one last time before Soobin and I took the path towards our respective homes.
It was a pleasant night, a bit humid, but with a cool breeze. Soobin and I walked through the city streets in silence, side by side, accompanied by the sound of our footsteps on the cobblestone.
"What will you do when I'm not here?"
"I guess I'll visit the Huenings more often," I started. "By the way! Your friends were nicer today."
Soobin laughed and looked at me. "I told you they've matured a lot lately. You should give them a chance and hang out with them more…"
"I'll consider it," I sighed a bit. "Beomgyu seems kind."
"Beomgyu is kind," he corrected me. "In fact, they all are. They just don't know how to deal with girls. You've seen them. They're like primates," he laughed and then, after taking a breath, concluded, "If you get a chance to hang out with them, show them who's boss." He smiled, joking.
"Hey, I'm not that bossy!" I laughed, a bit confused by his comment.
"It's a joke," he laughed. "But still, I think you'd quickly put them in their place."
"Not as quickly as Lea," I laughed.
"Lea is a very strong girl," Soobin pointed out.
"She's not strong. She's just very mature. She always has been. Like the mother of the group."
"Exactly! Like the mother of the group," he agreed.
When we reached the dirt path leading to our homes and left the city, we were illuminated only by the moonlight and the occasional passing cars.
I was walking distractedly. The sounds of the night relaxed me, and I had stopped paying attention to Soobin, who was walking silently beside me. However, the calm I felt was disrupted when a car passed us too closely, causing Soobin to pull me aside.
"Hey, be more careful!" Soobin shouted at the car, which quickly disappeared from sight. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking me over worriedly.
"Yes, don't worry," I replied, checking myself. "It was just a scare."
Soobin exhaled in relief and moved back to my side, this time keeping me farther from the road.
"I'll stay on this side, okay?"
"Okay, but only if you don't get hit."
"If I get hit, I won't have to go to Korea," he joked.
"That's not funny!" I looked at him seriously.
"I'm not going to get hit, Lía. Don't worry," he continued laughing.
We started walking again in silence. No more cars passed by, and once again, I got lost in the sounds of the night. However, I noticed Soobin moving a little closer to me, making me feel his warmth on my arm. I didn't think much of it, but a few steps later, the back of his hand brushed against mine. I felt my heart skip a beat, but I didn't pull my hand away. Neither did he, which made me realize it wasn't accidental. I began to feel Soobin's fingertips lightly touching mine, and despite the tension it was causing me, I went along with it. Finally, his hand intertwined with mine. I felt my cheeks burning, but I think Soobin was just as surprised as I was.
We were already quite close to our houses, the lights visible a bit further down the road. Suddenly, Soobin took a few quick steps and positioned himself in front of me, still holding my hand. He looked at me seriously, then down at our joined hands. His lips were pressed together: in him, an unmistakable sign of shyness.
"What's wrong?" I asked, pretending to be casual.
"I've held your hand hundreds of times…" he began. "But today, it feels different," he said slowly.
He took my hand and placed it on his chest, making his quickened heartbeat obvious to me.
"Why do I feel like this?" he asked, confused and frustrated.
I couldn't help but laugh, maybe from nerves. When I composed myself, I looked into his eyes with a sweet gaze, my cheeks glowing a soft strawberry pink.
"Maybe it's because I've passed it on to you," I joked with a serious face, shrugging.
Soobin's eyes lit up, and he took both of my hands in his, stepping a bit closer and closing the distance between us.
"I can't say I haven't felt this way before around you…" he confessed almost in a whisper. "But right now, I'm almost more nervous than the first time I saw you," he said, looking away.
I intertwined my fingers with his and sought his eyes. Our hands were damp and trembling even as they were entwined.
"I've felt this way many times too," I said, looking down. "But yes, it does feel different now."
"I guess we're not kids anymore," he reflected.
He looked into my eyes in silence, both of us processing the words he had just spoken. He moved closer to me, slowly, until the distance between us disappeared. Soobin let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around me. I felt like my heart was going to explode if he moved even a single centimeter closer.
He gently stroked my cheek and tucked my hair behind my ear. Then he seemed to take a breath for a second, perhaps trying to gauge his next move.
I felt him getting closer, and I closed my eyes. Right after that, I felt his lips embrace mine in what was our first kiss.
As we separated our faces, I gazed at his bright eyes in the dim light. We both smiled, trying to release the tension.
"See? I'm not going to forget you," I assured him, almost as a promise.
"No, you won't," he said just before kissing me again, this time a bit more tenderly.
After that, he finally walked me to my front door and said goodbye until the next day, which we knew would be a tough one.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 4
That morning, I saw Soobin and his brother leaving their house together. Both were dressed in school uniforms with their backpacks on their shoulders. I was really happy to know he was starting school with other kids and might make friends. Plus, I trusted Kai and knew he would help Soobin with anything he needed.
As they walked by, I noticed he looked very nervous. It wasn't just him; his older brother looked nervous too. I quickly lost sight of them on the horizon and got ready to do my daily chores like any other day. I spent the whole morning with my mother, cleaning up the remains of the previous day's celebration.
Another gray day had dawned, and my father suspected it would bring rain again.
When noon arrived, after lunch, my parents took a nap, but I decided to stay at the entrance of the house, browsing through the dictionary. In truth, I was eagerly waiting for Soobin to return so I could find out how his first day of school went.
Finally, I saw them coming down the path. They seemed to be talking to each other. Soobin was walking with his eyes on the ground, so his brother saw me first, giving Soobin a little nudge and indicating with his head to approach me.
The boy greeted me quickly. I think it was the first time I had direct interaction with him. He resembled Soobin in some ways, but from what I could observe, my friend had more of his mother's genes.
Soobin stayed with me, sitting next to me with his head still down. At that moment, I got very worried. I knew this meant his day hadn't gone well.
"What's wrong?" I asked very slowly. "Are you okay?"
But I got no response. The boy seemed to collapse suddenly, and I only caught a sob. Quickly, I placed my hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him. He, on the other hand, took off his backpack somewhat roughly.
"싫어!" Soobin exclaimed between sobs.
"What happened?" I insisted.
"Bad kids," he managed to answer.
"Did they pick on you?" I began to imagine the situation. "Why?"
Finally, he raised his face and looked at me with tear-filled eyes. However, I quickly noticed a small bruise under his left eye.
"Did they hit you?" I reacted, very surprised and also angry.
"No good English..."
"Did they pick on you because you don't speak English well? You're still learning!" I continued, upset, knowing that Soobin wouldn't understand me. "And Kai?" I asked, very curious.
"Kai help," he said quickly, making me calm down a bit. "Call teacher."
"Kai called the teacher? Did the bad kids get punished?"
Soobin stayed silent for a second, thinking, as if trying to remember what happened.
"Yes. Punished," he said, finding the word he was looking for.
I sighed with relief, seeing that despite everything, Soobin hadn't been alone. Even so, it hurt to see the poor boy in such a state. I knew he had a hard time and might be scared to go back to school the next day. I wanted to comfort him and give him words of support, but I knew he wouldn't understand. I decided to speak to him anyway. If he didn't understand my words, the tone of my voice might calm him.
"It must have been a tough day," I started, stroking his back. "But it won't always be like this. Today is the first day. They don't know you." I paused. "Tomorrow will be better. Your English will be better. You learn very fast, Soobin." I turned to him, staring at the bruise again. "Don't let them hit you again," I said, gently tapping the purple mark on his face.
Soobin immediately recoiled with a small complaint at my touch, but I had accomplished my mission. Soobin had stopped crying and had an expression I couldn't quite read.
"I don't understand," he said, though he smiled a little. "Thank you."
Now, I was the one who didn't understand anything. I never knew exactly how much he could comprehend.
"Are you feeling better?" I asked.
"Yes..." he replied after a brief pause.
I stood up and offered him my hand, helping him to get up. He picked up his backpack and put it back on his shoulders. I thought about walking him home, but he stood still in front of me, not saying anything, staring at the ground in the direction of my shoes. He stayed there for a moment in the silence between us. Then he took a few steps forward and hugged me. But he hugged me in a way no one had before. It felt similar to how I would hug my mother when I was feeling desperate. A long, tight hug, during which you try to recharge while holding back tears. I hugged him back, trying to convey comfort.
"Everything will be okay," I said, pulling away from the hug and patting him on the shoulder.
Soobin said goodbye without another word and then went home.
The following days were a roller coaster. Each day, I would go out after lunch to wait for Soobin, and he would arrive with his brother, who always greeted me silently and then left Soobin behind.
Soobin would stay with me for a short while, telling me about his experiences at school before heading home for lunch. Sometimes, I would find out that he had been pelted with pebbles, leaving small marks on his body. Other times, he would explain that he had been tripped. Occasionally, he came crying, and other times he was just frustrated.
But there was something that had caught my attention. New names had started to appear in his stories. I had the feeling that Soobin was making friends, as he began to mention people like Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Taehyun.
It wasn't the first time I had heard those names. Kai had mentioned them sometimes when listing the Korean boys in his class. I suppose Soobin was finding it naturally easier to communicate with them.
Moreover, Soobin had made it a tradition to give me a warm hug before heading home. Honestly, I never complained about it. On the contrary, Soobin seemed to relax after our hugs, and I was happy to see him go home with a smile.
Sunday finally arrived. I was impatient for this day. I could only think about going to the market and asking Kai everything that had happened over the week.
When I arrived, I ran to where he was. Kai seemed to be already expecting me.
"Kai!" I reached him quickly. "I need you to tell me what happened in class this week."
Kai tilted his head, trying to find the right words to start.
"It's difficult being the new kid in a class that hasn't had anyone new in a long time." He paused. "What did Soobin tell you?"
"Whatever he could…" I sighed.
"Soobin is a good student. He has much more discipline than anyone here. I'm sure most of the kids are jealous of him." He paused again. "The native kids are too cruel. But the teacher has identified the troublemakers. He's under more supervision now. Friday was a quiet day." He paused and, to my surprise, started laughing while remembering something. "Although, of course, after what happened with Yeonjun…" He laughed harder.
"What happened? Who is Yeonjun?" I asked, recognizing the familiar name.
"He's a classmate. Since Soobin had trouble on the first day, he declared himself Soobin's bodyguard. He always goes around with two other classmates."
"Taehyun and Beomgyu?" I asked quickly, trying to piece together the puzzle.
"Yes! Do you know them?" He asked, looking very surprised.
"I've heard of them…" I clarified.
"Well, on Thursday, Yeonjun got mad at one of the kids who threw stones at Soobin. After arguing, Yeonjun pushed him into a puddle, and the teacher punished both of them."
"And then?"
"Well, Soobin and I have three new friends." He answered with a big smile.
"So… Are you friends with Soobin now?" I asked, hoping to get the answer I wanted to hear.
"친구." He replied with a smile.
Kai had welcomed me alone that day, perhaps hoping that I would bring up the topic and seeking some privacy. However, just as we finished our conversation, Lea appeared with Bahiyyih around the corner, approaching us with a somewhat suspicious attitude. I would have simply assumed they had been spying on us the whole time if it weren't for Bahiyyih's completely guilty face confirming it.
After the girls arrived, we started playing together as if nothing had happened.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 3
It was Saturday. The storms from the previous day had damaged many of the crops and washed away the ground. My father got up especially early to see what had been saved and what repairs would need to be made.
When my mother and I woke up, we went straight to help him in the fields to speed up the work. My father said that, luckily, more things had been saved than he expected, but the softer fruits and vegetables were full of holes and were no longer usable.
On the bright side, the storm had cooled the atmosphere, and the intense summer heat was gone. It was a splendid day: bright sun, fluffy clouds, and a fresh breeze that made being in the shade feel like paradise.
When we returned home, I went straight to take a bath, as I had gotten quite dirty with soil and fertilizer. In the afternoon, feeling a bit tired after the morning's hard work, I decided to go up to my room to write. The good weather stimulated my creativity, and I could spend hours and hours creating stories and drawings.
I opened the windows in my room, which, when opened simultaneously, allowed the fresh breeze of that day to flow in. This made me hold down the pages in front of me to prevent them from flying around my room.
I became very focused on the story I was working on. Today, I was writing about a mermaid. She was truly a complex character: as a mermaid, she couldn't help but hypnotize sailors with her voice and sink their ships to keep their cargo. On the other hand, she had a good heart and sought to find love somewhere (in the depths of the sea or on land).
I don't know exactly how many hours I'd been immersed in my story when, through my window, I saw Soobin leaving his house. Alone. This last detail struck me as curious. However, everything made sense when, following him with my eyes, I realized he was heading to my house.
I ran down the stairs before he could knock, and when the doorbell finally rang, my mother quickly appeared, ready to open it. Of course, I stopped her and told her to let me handle it.
I opened the door slowly and found Soobin on the other side with a small smile and his hands behind his back.
"Hello!" he began. "Play?" he asked in a rather sweet voice.
"Yes, play," I replied, returning his smile.
I instinctively followed him to his yard, and once there, we sat in the shade of one of the trees. Until that moment, I hadn't realized it, but Soobin was carrying a small dictionary, which he opened as soon as he sat down. He started flipping through the pages, and suddenly I heard him murmur.
"Cloud beautiful," he said a bit haltingly.
"Beautiful cloud," I corrected him.
"Beautiful cloud," he repeated, imitating my pronunciation.
I knew the Korean alphabet and its pronunciation because the Huenings had taught me. Despite that, in practice, I only knew a few scattered words.
I looked at the sky and couldn't help but fix my eyes on a cloud that had a rather recognizable shape of a cat. I grabbed the dictionary from Soobin's hands and started flipping through the pages until I found the translation I was looking for.
"고양이," I said with the best accent I could while pointing at the cloud in question.
Soobin's eyes widened as he let out a round exclamation. He quickly took the dictionary from my hands, looking at the same page I had.
"Cat," he said, reading the translation.
Soobin looked back at the cloud and nodded. We were definitely in agreement that it looked like a fluffy white cat.
I glanced around for a few seconds and took the dictionary again. After a few moments of searching, I said.
"나무." I pointed to the tree behind me.
Soobin seemed to find it very amusing to hear me speak in Korean. He laughed and clapped in surprise at my pronunciation. I'm sure Kai would have been very proud if he had heard my almost perfect Korean, thanks to all the Sundays he patiently sat with me to practice.
Soobin took the dictionary again and looked at the word I had said for a few seconds.
"Tree," he said with quite good pronunciation.
I imitated him and clapped in congratulations, making him smile.
I think we spent the entire afternoon like this. Most of the time, we were pointing out objects around us, although sometimes we looked at the clouds in the sky and found shapes like flowers or even a horse.
It was starting to get dark, but I ignored this fact until my father, through the kitchen window, called my name loudly. This indicated that I had to go for dinner.
"I have to go," I said as I got up from the ground. Obviously, not expecting him to understand. "Remember, tomorrow is my birthday."
"Birthday. Yes," Soobin repeated to my surprise.
I smiled at him and then said goodbye.
"Well, see you tomorrow. Bye!"
I gathered my courage and gave him a quick hug before running toward my house. He, however, didn't return the hug. He stood with his arms at his sides, and I didn't know how the rest of his reaction was, as I turned too quickly.
When I woke up the next day, for the first time in my life, I felt true excitement about getting up on the morning of my birthday. I was thrilled to spend this day with my friends.
I got ready quickly, putting on my best dress and adorning my brown hair with a headband. I went downstairs and found my parents waiting for me in the kitchen.
Both of them started singing in unison when they saw me, and then they hugged me with love and pride.
"I can't believe my little girl is already eight years old," my father began.
"It almost feels like yesterday when I found out I was pregnant. Now you're almost a young lady."
Honestly, I felt very uncomfortable with these kinds of comments from my parents, but today I was so happy that I wasn't going to let anything spoil it.
My mother made a special breakfast: delicious toast soaked in milk and sugar that I love so much, but this time with cinnamon. It was exquisite!
However, I ate breakfast very quickly. I was desperate to go to the market, meet up with my friends, and finally bring them home. Unlike my mother, I didn't mind them seeing where I lived. Besides, they already knew I lived on a farm on the outskirts.
When I arrived at the market, the three siblings came running to hug me, congratulating me and impatiently asking about the plans I had for the celebration. Meanwhile, my mother bought some provisions for home and for the birthday party.
When she felt we had everything we needed, we finally headed home.
"Guys, I have to tell you something," I began excitedly. "I also invited my new neighbor."
"New neighbor?" Lea pondered for a moment. "Oh, right! You said they built a house in front of yours, didn't you?"
"Yes. It turned out to be a Korean family," I explained. "They have a son my age, but he doesn't speak English. I can't communicate well with him."
"And have you become friends?" Lea continued, curious.
"Well, I'm not sure. I think we have," I smiled.
"And how did you become friends if you don't speak the same language?" Kai interrupted with a serious look.
"He knows a few words. We manage to understand each other. Besides, the last time we met, he brought a dictionary," I shrugged. "Thanks to you teaching me the Korean alphabet, I've been able to say a few things to him too," I continued smiling, showing my excitement.
"And what's his name?" asked the youngest.
"Choi Soobin."
"That's such a common name," Lea laughed.
"Actually, I'd like you to help us understand each other a little better. There are many things I want to ask him, and I haven't been able to because I don't know how."
"Consider it done, Lía! I'll be your translator if you need it," Lea winked at me.
"Thank you!" I ran over to where she was and grabbed her free hand, as she was holding Bahiyyih with her other hand.
We walked the rest of the way in that formation, although Kai had stayed a bit farther behind, so my mother intercepted him and struck up a conversation. When we reached my door, I stopped and looked towards Soobin's house.
"It's over there. I should go let him know now," I said, pointing to Soobin's house.
I ran off, leaving the group behind. I nearly skidded to a stop as I arrived and quickly knocked on the door. Soobin seemed to be expecting me, as it took only a few seconds for him to open the door and appear in front of me, dressed rather formally.
"귀여워!" said Soobin, perhaps hoping I wouldn't understand.
But I did. Soobin had just called me cute. Coincidentally, this was one of the few words I understood in Korean because Mrs. Huening often said it to me when greeting me. I pretended I didn't understand and simply smiled at him.
"My friends are over there," I countered with a phrase I assumed he wouldn't understand.
Soobin followed me closely, but as we approached the other kids, his characteristic shyness returned. He stayed behind me with his hands crossed behind his back and a serious expression.
"These are my friends, Soobin," I knew he wouldn't understand this part, but calling his name caught his attention. "This is Bahiyyih," I said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Kai," I continued. "Lea." I noticed his expression turned confused when I named the last sibling. I was still processing why when Lea started speaking directly to Soobin.
"철자가 달라."
This time, I didn't understand a word of what she said, but Soobin seemed to comprehend everything. Of course, he couldn't help but ask.
"한국어를 할 수 있어요?" Soobin asked curiously.
"우리 엄마가 한국인 이야," she replied confidently.
I wasn't entirely sure, but from the few words I managed to understand, Lea had just explained to Soobin that she spoke Korean because her mother was Korean.
Soobin seemed to feel more comfortable upon discovering that all three kids spoke Korean. His body language relaxed, and he seemed to gain confidence, especially with Lea.
We went inside and the five of us ate together. Since we would have been too many at the table, my parents decided to eat alone on a bench we had by the wall behind the house.
"Soobin, why did your family move here?" I asked, first looking at him and then at Lea to fulfill her role as translator.
Apparently, his father was going to be promoted at work, but the office where he worked was going to close. If he wanted to keep his position in the company and get the promotion, he had to move to another country. They offered him various options, and he chose this place because he had heard that there was a large Korean population here. Also, from what the boy said, it seemed that his father was fluent in English, although I had never had the chance to talk to him. On the other hand, I discovered some more things about Soobin, such as the fact that he was six years apart from the boy I always saw with him and that he was not his only sibling. They had an eighteen-year-old sister who had stayed in Korea with her fiancé's family. I found this very curious. Soobin's siblings were much older than him, but his parents looked younger than mine. I also discovered that his birthday was in December. When he found out that Kai was our age, he started calling him '친구,' which means something like 'friend.' Knowing this, Lea curiously asked if he would be starting school here, to which he replied yes, he would start classes the next day with the rest of the students. This would mean two things: first, he would be in the same class as Kai; second, Soobin would learn English better and faster by being able to study it properly.
At first, Kai remained a bit distant, but when Soobin started calling him '친구' and showed interest in getting to know him better, Kai relaxed and became friendly with him. He even said he was excited to have him as a classmate and would help him communicate with other students until he learned English.
After eating, we went outside. Soobin and I took our usual path to his garden. The other three followed us and sat with us under a tree. There were no special plans. Since we had just eaten, we didn't feel like playing anything that involved moving around, and I hadn't brought out any toys from home.
However, this wasn't really a problem, because the conversation was interesting enough that we didn't miss having toys.
After a while, my parents called us from inside the house. It was time to blow out the candles.
The four kids decided to sing to me in Korean, and then I made a wish. To my surprise, the Huening siblings had brought me a gift: a porcelain doll with a very glamorous dress. They pointed out that they chose it because the doll's features reminded them of me. In fact, it did look a bit like me. I hugged the doll and then hugged all three of them in thanks.
If that gift had been a surprise, the fact that Soobin also had a gift for me surprised me even more. I carefully tore the newspaper wrapping, and was astonished to discover its contents: the English-Korean dictionary we had played with the previous day! I looked at it in amazement and approached Soobin.
"Thank you!" I said, giving him a hug.
This time, Soobin hugged me back, which made it even more special.
I was very happy with my two gifts. I knew I would use them a lot and keep them forever. We ate my mother's delicious pumpkin cake, and before the sun set much further, we left the house to walk the Huenings back home. Soobin decided to accompany us to explore the city a bit.
I was really happy to see him talking with Kai. Somehow, it seemed like they had hit it off, and I hoped they would become good friends, especially now that they would be classmates.
We returned home before dinner time. Soobin said goodbye at the door, giving me a hug first this time.
I had some time to be alone in my room before heading downstairs for dinner. I gathered my two gifts and thought about where I would place them so that I could easily access them but they wouldn't be in any danger.
I found the perfect spot for them on a shelf but didn't put them away just yet. Instead, I sat at my desk, placed the doll in front of me, and opened the dictionary.
"Let's find you a good name," I said to the doll.
After a while of looking up translations for many things I liked, I finally found something that sounded like a real name: Jangmi, which means something like 'the rose'. It seemed fitting. It sounded nice and had a beautiful meaning, so I decided to name her that. Then, I carefully and lovingly placed both items on the shelf and went directly downstairs for dinner.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 2
The next morning, I woke up quite early. I heard noises in my house, so I assumed my father was already up and going to the garden to harvest some things for today's meals. I looked at the clock hanging on my bedroom wall. It wasn't even six-thirty yet.
For me, weekdays started at seven, so I could have stayed in bed a bit longer. However, I decided to get up. Before leaving my room, I stopped in front of the window, looking at the new house across the road.
I found it curious that the Choi family had decided to move here: on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by country houses inhabited by elderly couples, fields of crops, and farms. Why not move to a Korean neighborhood in the center?
Despite all these questions, I also considered the change it could mean in my life to have a neighbor my age to play with. Or at least, someone I hoped to play with someday once he learned the language well. This way, I wouldn't have to wait until Sundays to go to the market to play.
I didn't usually do it, but occasionally, on days like today when I woke up early, I would cross the hallway and get into bed with my mother to spend some time together. Often, she pretended to be asleep, and when I approached her, she would surprise me and tickle me until I could hardly breathe. And that's exactly what happened that morning.
Usually, I would help my mother with household chores in the mornings, study with my father in the afternoons, and at the end of the day, before night fell, I would read and draw in my room.
And so I did throughout the week. But just because I did, it didn't mean I didn't feel more distracted than usual. I couldn't stop thinking about trying to befriend Soobin.
Sometimes I saw him pass by with his parents or his brother, whom I often saw him playing with a ball around their front yard through my window while I drew.
It was already Thursday. I was drawing in my room, watching Soobin and his brother playing in their yard. Without even realizing it, hours had passed, and my mother had to come to drag me out of my retreat for dinner. She opened the door swiftly, calling my name simultaneously, which made me jump in my chair. However, I hadn't jumped because I was startled, but because she had caught me looking indiscreetly out the window.
My mother, very astute, came up beside me and looked over my shoulder, observing the same scene that had me captivated seconds earlier.
"Did you say the little boy is your age?"
For some reason I didn't understand, my mother's question made me blush, so I lowered my head, almost touching the paper.
"Who, Soobin?" I played dumb.
"Ah, so Soobin..." my mother remarked, making me realize I had never mentioned his name to her. "Well, stop spying on Soobin and come down to dinner or it will get cold."
I went down to dinner a bit annoyed. I felt my privacy had been invaded and knew my mother would probably keep talking about it during dinner. Or so I thought.
The reality was that my mother didn't mention Soobin again throughout the evening. Considering it was my mother, this was quite unusual.
During dinner, I relaxed and forgot about it, thinking she had too. But I celebrated too early, and when she accompanied me to my room before bed, she brought it up again.
"I know you don't know him well, but why don't you invite Soobin over on Sunday?"
"What?" I replied, surprised. "It took me eight years to bring my friends home, and now you want to bring a stranger?" I asked, somewhat annoyed.
"Well, he's the neighbor from across the street. Where you live is no secret to him," my mother pointed out, shrugging. "Besides, it would be good for both of you to become friends."
I stayed silent for a moment, processing my mother's words. I had spent the whole week thinking I should become friends with him, but when it came down to it, I found many "buts" and excuses.
"But Mom, he doesn't speak English!" I protested.
"So what? Your friends will be here on Sunday too. The Huening family speaks both English and Korean. They can translate for you."
"Soobin is a shy boy. Don't you think he'll feel uncomfortable?"
"He just moved and only has his brother. It won't hurt him to connect with other kids."
She was right. The Huening siblings were my perfect opportunity to break the ice with Soobin. Moreover, I completely understood my mother's reasoning about why I should try to befriend him. After a while of sitting silently with my chin resting on my knee, I relented a little.
"Okay. But how do I invite him?"
"Introduce yourself at his house tomorrow and knock on the door. With a bit of luck, his mother will understand you and tell him you want to invite him to your birthday party," my mother explained, gaining momentum as if she had it all planned out in her head.
After the conversation, my mother left my room and I was alone with my thoughts. Despite having a lot on my mind, I ended up falling asleep quickly because I had woken up early that day.
The next day, while having breakfast with my mother, I couldn't stop thinking about the exact words I was going to use so that Mrs. Choi could understand me when she opened the door. I didn't want to confuse her or be misunderstood. Besides, I not only sought Mrs. Choi's approval but also wanted to ensure that Soobin would accept my offer.
Encouraged by my mother, I left the house and crossed the dirt path that separated our homes. Their house was slightly to the right of ours, and to reach the front door, I first had to cross a garden covered in grass, decorated with a few small trees.
I knocked on the door without a second thought, but during the wait until it opened, I felt a bit of panic and my nerves set in. The door finally opened. Mrs. Choi appeared on the other side, as well-dressed as always.
"Good morning, Mrs. Choi," I greeted her with a formal bow.
"Good morning, ...Lía, right?" she asked, hesitating a bit and trying to control her accent.
"Yes!" I replied, pleased with a huge smile to see that she remembered my name. "Is Soobin home?" I continued.
She turned and shouted into the house. Soon, Soobin's figure appeared from one of the doors, which led to a living room. He approached us quickly but with his usual shyness. When he finally reached his mother, I noticed he tried to hide behind her, as usual.
His mother, however, grabbed his arm and gave him a small tug, pulling him forward a bit and leaving him in front of me. I couldn't help but look him up and down, not so much analyzing him but his body language. I could tell that, in some way, he was happy to see me despite his serious expression.
"This Sunday is my birthday," I began, speaking very slowly. "I'm going to celebrate it at my house with my friends." I was still very nervous and couldn't help but gesture exaggeratedly, trying to make the meaning of each word clear. "Do you want to come?" I finally asked, forcing myself to draw a warm smile on my face.
As expected, Soobin didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned to his mother and she spoke to him in Korean, which I assumed was the translation of my words. When she finished, he turned to me and simply nodded, pressing his lips together. I returned a pleased smile and thought about heading back home. Although the day had started cloudy, it was hotter than the previous days.
I took a small step back, starting to turn to leave. However, Soobin made an unexpected move. He quickly bent down and put on his shoes. Then, from a basket behind the door, he grabbed the ball he usually played with his brother. He held it in his hands for a few seconds and then carefully handed it to me.
I understood this as an invitation to play and, despite the enormous surprise it caused me, I was very happy with his offer. I received the ball with the same delicacy with which he had given it to me, and for the first time, I could sense a small smile on his face.
I placed the ball on the ground and gave it a gentle kick, making it roll away from the house. At this movement, Soobin ran after it, stopping the ball a little further away and kicking it back to me. Then, Mrs. Choi quietly said goodbye to us and left, closing the door behind her.
We played passing the ball for a few minutes, but suddenly, I felt exhausted. The heat was truly unbearable, and I was sweating constantly.
I went over to one of the trees in the garden and sat down on the grass underneath it. Soobin followed suit, sitting next to me with his legs crossed and the ball hugged to his chest. We both sat in silence.
I could see a hint of concern on his face, so I tried to communicate with him.
"It's really hot," I said, fanning myself with my hands and looking somewhat distressed.
Soobin seemed to understand. He nodded and shrugged, keeping his eyes fixed on the ball.
Suddenly, a spark seemed to ignite in his mind. He jumped up and signaled for me to follow him. First, he walked to the door of his house, opened it, and put the ball back in its place. Then, he guided me around the building to the back. I usually didn't go that way.
It was filled with small plots of crops and farms, and beyond that, only forest.
I didn't feel very comfortable walking there, but he continued confidently and at a brisk pace, only turning around occasionally to make sure I was following.
When we reached the edge of the forest, I stopped dead in my tracks. I had never been in it and considered it a dangerous place. Soobin stopped with me, looking at me with confusion.
"Come on!" he urged with his poor pronunciation.
I looked at him and then back at the wall of trees in front of us, shaking my head.
I think Soobin could read from my expression that the forest scared me; however, he took my hand and repeated, correcting his accent a little bit.
"Come on."
I had no choice but to follow him into the forest. He walked ahead of me, still holding my hand and checking the ground to avoid tripping. We had barely gone a few meters when he stopped me and signaled for me to be quiet. Then, he indicated for me to listen carefully.
Amid the sounds of crickets and birds, I could hear water flowing.
"A river?" I asked somewhat aimlessly.
After a brief pause, he nodded. I'm not sure if he understood my words or just guessed what I meant.
I continued to follow him for a few more meters. Suddenly, the forest thinned out, as if it were a clearing, and in front of us appeared a river about six meters wide, with shallow and slow-moving water. And thankfully, it was shallow water, as I couldn't swim.
Soobin sat down on the ground and took off his shoes. Then he stood up again and mimicked the gesture I had made earlier, fanning himself with his hands. He approached the water and carefully dipped his feet in.
"It's okay," he said, with an inviting gesture.
I took off my shoes and moved closer to the shore. I hadn't stepped into the water yet, but I could feel that the rocks were very slippery. Soobin moved closer to me and helped me in, holding my hands to keep me from falling into the water.
He was right. The water was nice—not too cold, not too hot. He crouched down to scoop some water with his hands and splashed it on his face and neck to cool off. He also did the same on his arms.
I followed his lead without hesitation. The cool water provided some relief from the intense heat of the day.
I was trying to relax and refresh myself carefully when I felt a sudden splash on my back, followed by Soobin's laughter. As quickly as the water seeped through the fabric of my dress, I felt a shiver from the abrupt change in temperature and turned toward him, eager for revenge.
I kicked the water as hard as I could, splashing it up and soaking his hair. Soobin's laughter was abruptly cut off as he looked at me in surprise, feeling the same shiver I had experienced moments before. His expression of regret was interrupted by my laughter, which soon made him start laughing again. This action sparked a little water fight, which ended when the inevitable happened. Soobin slipped and fell on his backside into the water. I couldn't even tell if he was hurt because the boy kept laughing without getting up. I went over to him and extended my hand to help him out.
"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" I asked, still laughing but concerned.
I got no response. He rubbed himself a bit and continued laughing. The truth was, even though I hadn't fallen into the water, I was almost as wet as he was.
As we walked back home, I wondered how it was possible that I had never known about this river despite it being so close to my house. I also wondered if my mother or Soobin's mother would be upset about us getting so wet.
When we got back, Soobin stopped at the door of his house and turned to me with a smile.
"Thank you!" he said in a way that was a bit hard to understand.
"Why?" I asked. But I didn't get a response.
Soobin opened the door to his house and went inside without saying anything else.
As for me, I arrived at my own home. The meal must have been nearly ready because my father was already home.
"I don't like those clouds!" I heard my father say in the kitchen. "They might bring hail. Do you know how bad that would be for the harvest?"
However, I didn't stop or respond. I ran to my room and changed clothes, hanging the ones I had taken off on the clothesline outside. When I went back inside, I was stopped by my mother's voice.
"Lía, what are you doing? You keep making trips in and out of the house." She said, coming out of the kitchen into the hallway. "What are you doing with that dress? What happened to the one you were wearing before?"
"It got wet in the river," I answered honestly.
"In the river?" my mother repeated. "Did you go to the river?"
"Did you know there was a river in the forest across the street and you never told me?"
"Well, you know I'm not too fond of water," she began to explain. "But it's the river that supplies the crops and homes in this area. Further down, it connects with the main river, which provides water to almost the entire city." My mother paused for a moment. "Wasn't the water too cold?"
"No! It was really nice!"
My mother laughed and then changed the subject, her mischievous smile returning.
"So, how did it go with Soobin? Is he coming to your birthday on Sunday?"
"I think so," I replied with a smile. "We had a good time. First, we played with the ball, but since it was so hot, I couldn't play anymore, so he took me to the river to cool off."
"Wow, that sounds like a lot of fun. Were you able to communicate well? How's his English?"
"Well…" My expression changed a bit. "He doesn't understand everything I say and his English isn't very good. But we managed to understand each other more or less."
"I'm so glad!" she responded with a smile. "By the way, you arrived just in time. Dinner is already served and it won't be too hot now. Let's eat and then you can tell me more."
I followed my mother to the kitchen and we started eating. Soon, we began to hear some thunder, making my father bring his hands to his head.
"I knew it! I told you I knew it!"
And that was the case. We couldn't leave the house for the rest of the day as it alternated between heavy rain and hail showers all afternoon. This was accompanied by thunder and occasional flashes of lightning, especially as night began to fall.
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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 1
That morning I woke up to the sound of the back door closing. My father had gone to work the fields even though it was Sunday to see if we could get something for my mother and me to trade at the market. I got out of bed still groggy and stopped in front of the window when I heard an unfamiliar sound. Through the glass, I glimpsed a motor car pulling up to the beautiful house that had been under construction for months on one of the plots across the street.
Two men got out of the vehicle. One of them was the driver. They went to the trunk and started unloading suitcases. Soon, one of the back doors opened. It was an older boy, quite tall, like one of the men who had gotten out first. It must have been his father. On the other side of the car, a well-dressed woman got out, holding the hand of a smaller boy. When the two men finished unloading, they exchanged cordial greetings, and the driver got back into the car and left. The family crossed the front yard, each carrying at least two suitcases, before opening the front door of the house and going inside.
I had heard my parents talking about a Korean family moving into that house. In my city, Korean families had been moving in for a long time, seeking to live a Western lifestyle. However, as often happens in many cities with a lot of immigrants, the Koreans ended up forming neighborhoods where they mainly interacted with each other and could maintain their customs. On the other hand, we can't forget the emergence of mafias: families owning businesses that exploit low-class workers for a ridiculous wage, with the risk of paying off debts with their lives.
I dressed quickly and went downstairs, excited.
"Mom! Mom! The new neighbors have moved in!" I found my mother in the kitchen, finishing preparing breakfast: toasted bread soaked in milk and sugar. My favorite.
My mother was beautiful, but she was very old already. Her hair had long since begun to turn gray. She had always taken care of me like her greatest treasure. All her life, doctors had told her she wouldn't have children. My father, knowing this, decided to marry her anyway. Years passed, and the doctors' predictions seemed to be coming true. Until one day, past forty years old, my mother felt different. Different from any sensation she had ever had before. She was pregnant.
Nine months later, I was born, and despite my family not being religious, they decided to name me Lía: the biblical name of a woman who became a mother at ninety years old by divine favor. Coincidence? I don't think so.
My parents came from immigrant families too. In this case, from Spain. My grandparents were poor and decided to move here in hopes of a better future. Two generations later, my family was still deeply poor. They couldn't even afford to send me to school. Luckily, my father had a lot of knowledge, and our house was always full of books. He taught me to read and write (in English and Spanish), basic math, and a lot about history (he was passionate about history). However, my father's knowledge was limited, and soon I craved more, so I started devouring the books we had at home. Also, when the harvest was good, my parents let me trade some of it for books at the market.
I had many hobbies. I liked drawing and writing. I also had a taste for fashion. Since we could never afford the dresses I liked, I asked my mother to teach me to sew, and by the time I was seven, I had made three dresses myself. Looking at them now, they're not so well made, but they still fill me with pride.
My mother received me, surprised.
"Already?" She asked before pausing briefly as she thought. "How strange, I thought they'd move in by September." She commented, looking at the calendar hanging on the wall.
I thought she would continue talking about the neighbors, but instead, she turned to me with a smile that I remember as a bit eerie (though that was just my mother's usual smile whenever she was going to talk to me about some change in my body).
"Just one week left until your eighth birthday. Are you excited?"
"Well... I don't think my life will change much from one day to the next just because of a number change." I paused. "But I am excited for you to make your pumpkin pie like every year!" I said with a huge smile, full of gaps from my baby teeth still falling out.
My mother and I were finishing breakfast when there was a knock on the front door. Curious, she walked over and opened it, revealing the woman I had seen earlier from my window. She was accompanied by the smaller boy from before, though I couldn't make out his features well as he was hiding behind his mother's skirts.
"Hello, I am new neighbor," she said with a thick accent and a formal bow. "For you." As she said this, she raised a pot she was holding and handed it to my mother.
My mother received the pot kindly and asked, "What is it?" Her voice was sweet as she held it with curiosity.
"Kimchi," the woman replied with a smile. "Very good."
My mother thanked the new neighbor and went inside for a moment to find a place to put the kimchi, leaving me alone in front of the two figures.
During this brief moment, the mother spoke to the boy (in Korean, of course), and from what little I could guess, she was encouraging him to introduce himself.
The boy finally came out of hiding, and I could analyze him better. He looked quite uncomfortable, and his features made him seem angry. He took a small step forward and, with a quick bow, introduced himself.
"My name is Choi Soobin."
At least that's what I could understand, as the boy didn't speak the language well.
"My name is Lía," I introduced myself, returning his greeting. "I'm seven years old. And you?"
However, the boy looked at me seriously and hid behind his mother again.
"He doesn't speak English," his mother excused him. "Seven years old, too," she continued with her characteristic accent.
My mother came out again to join me, but she had brought a tray of the milk and sugar toast we had for breakfast.
"Here you go, Mrs..."
"Choi," I completed her sentence.
The woman thanked my mother with a smile and kindly accepted the tray.
The conversation didn't last much longer, as the two said goodbye and returned to their house.
As soon as we closed the door behind us, my father appeared through the back door with a handful of turnips, lettuce, and spinach.
"I hope this is enough. With the weather changing, not much has come out yet," he said, putting the harvest in a sack and handing it to my mother.
"Of course it is! Trust my negotiation skills," my mother replied with a mischievous smile.
The two of us finished getting ready and headed to the city. The journey was long: a little over two kilometers to reach the market. It was still early and pleasant, but with the late summer sun, we knew the return trip wouldn't be as nice. Luckily, my mother protected us well from the sun. In summer, she always made me wear a straw hat and a thin shawl to cover my shoulders and arms.
Now that I knew my birthday would be on a Sunday, I came up with a suggestion for my mother.
"Mom, can I invite my friends over on Sunday?"
The truth is, my mother had never let me bring anyone home. I think she might have felt ashamed of it because it looked old and poor. However, I had stayed at my friends' house a few times, especially for their birthdays, so I decided to try my luck.
My mother paused for a long time, and I feared the worst. Instead, when her lips parted, the words she spoke were not of denial.
"Who do you want to invite?" she asked softly.
"Just the Huening siblings. Lea, Kai, and Bahiyyih," I replied.
They were the children of a Western man who had moved to the city to be a music teacher at the school and a Korean woman who sold handmade traditional crafts at the market. At that time, they were among the few multicultural families around. Nowadays, it has become a pretty common phenomenon.
The children were two years apart from each other, with Lea being the oldest, then Kai (my age), and finally Bahiyyih. The truth is, you could say they were my best friends. Especially Lea and Kai, since Bahiyyih, besides being young, was very shy. We usually took advantage of the time we saw each other at the market to play, look at the stalls, and practice languages. They tried to teach me Korean (with very little success), and I tried to teach them Spanish (not much better). We had a lot of fun, and often, it was a drama having to say goodbye when I had to go home.
They went to school, as their parents had enough money to pay for the education of all three. Considering their father was a teacher and their mother's stall was one of the most popular at the market, I wasn't surprised they could all study.
Finally, we arrived at the market. As usual, I separated from my mother and ran to see my friends.
"Kai! Lea!" I ran to where they were.
They greeted me cheerfully. Even Bahiyyih was smiling while playing with her favorite doll.
"Next Sunday is my birthday!" I began excitedly.
"That's right!" Kai said, putting a hand to his head.
"Did you even remember?" Lea retorted, crossing her arms.
"Of course I did! Lía is my best friend, and I know her birthday," he defended himself in a shrill voice, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"Oh, really?" his sister continued. "And when is it?" She was really trying to test him.
"September fifth," he answered without hesitation.
I was very surprised by his accuracy. Perhaps not as much as his own sister, who kicked Kai's butt because he didn't even remember his own sister's birthday. I couldn't help but feel bad because I didn't remember Kai's birthday despite being my best friend.
When the tension of the conversation calmed down, Lea continued talking.
"So, tell us. Are you doing anything special for your birthday?"
"Well, actually, I just asked my mother if you three could come to my house next Sunday."
The siblings turned to me in unison, six bright eyes widening with surprise.
"To your house?" Kai asked incredulously.
"You've never invited us to your house," Bahiyyih pointed out.
"I want to celebrate my birthday with you, taking advantage of the fact that there's a market on Sunday."
"Yes, but... School starts on Monday. We won't be able to stay too late," Lea explained.
"Well, that's okay. We'll take you home before dinner."
After this conversation, I kept playing with them until, with the rising sun, my mother and I returned home. That day, after lunch, I felt like distracting myself, so I decided to read a book with a fantastic story about pirates. I loved fantasy stories. How could someone transcend reality in such a way and imagine all those outlandish things?
Since I loved writing stories, the books I had read served as a source of inspiration and reference.
Because of this, I often locked myself in my room after a reading session to write or make illustrations for my own stories until no more light came in through the window, which usually indicated dinner time.
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I'm writing a fanfic about TXT!
I've been building an original story about TXT in my mind for more than a year now. I have tried to write it many times, but I had never liked the point of view I was giving it and I abandoned it. However, I recently picked it up again and now it's starting to take shape. I am very proud of what I have already written and I have much more in mind. I will upload the chapters here once I have translated them (because they are still in Spanish, my language). I hope you like this story as much as I do and support it a lot! Thanks!!! WARNING: In this story I'll be giving my real name as the name of the protagonist. I hope you don't mind.
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Random dreams without context pt.5
Today I am going to combine a slightly longer dream with other much shorter ones that have completely faded in my mind.
He runs away from me?: I don't know where I was. It looked like a small, rural town. Just then I see Namjoon passing by, who was heading to an industrial warehouse. I see him and at first I speak in a low voice for myself, fangirling, but then I thought "What the hell, I'm going to talk to him!" I call him from a distance with a friendly shout, but he looks at me and his mind thinks that my intention was to take a photo with him (which maybe too, but he doesn't give me the chance). He speaks to me quite sharply and coldly and asks me: "Are you a photographer or something?". He continues walking and I, super shocked and with my face looking at the ground, answer: "Well no...". As I expected, he simply continued walking and got into the warehouse. Just then, a very old man who looked like a countryman passed by me and I asked him a little about the place. He explained to me that a race had been organized and that I should move away from where I was because it was about to start. I move away a little and the man leaves. Just then, the race starts and I stare to see if I can see Namjoon. However, I see Hoseok instead, so I sneak into the race and start running alongside him. He was kind to me, but he sent me away quickly. Among the hundreds of people in the race, I couldn't distinguish anyone else, so I just left, feeling like a clown.
TXT, my classmates: Beomgyu and Taehyun went to class with me, but I liked Soobin (the only one who wasn't in my class). Just like in dreams I'd had about Namjoon in the past, another girl (who wasn't his girlfriend but was equally toxic) had pushed him away from me to the point of not being able to talk to him. The dream was really based on going with the other two (and more classmates) looking for our class because we had gotten a little lost. NGL... I have no real justification for why I was hugging Taehyun all the time.
To compensate: Apparently another day I dreamed that I was hooking up passionately with Soobin... I guess to compensate for the chaos of this dream.
No love at all: This dream is quite random. I was with Jin and we had a tremendously dubious relationship. We had high sexual tension. Sparks almost flew between us... But I wasn't in love with him... Nor he with me... In fact, I feel like we were both taking advantage of each other and the lack of feelings to make our darkest fantasies come true.
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