inevitable [seventeen woozi]

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dear diary,

there was this one time where she told me about her mother. i mean, she did talk about her whole family, but this one was about y/n being with her mom specifically.

she said that when she was sixteen, their family became financially unstable. she said she knew that they didn't really have enough since she was younger, but she never imagined it would be that bad. y/n knew how much her parents struggled and she felt completely guilty for asking them anything.

for the first time in a while, she said, y/n and her mom walked wherever. it wasn't planned and she felt ecstatic because her home barely felt like one and staying inside made her think about how they're slowly running out of money. "staying inside just felt depressing," those were her words.

"my mom and i sat on a bench to rest because we were walking for quite some time." she still continued sharing, even if she was already busy making a bracelet during that time. "there wasn't any store on that concrete space before. it was just blank like a brand new canvas."

y/n told me that she told her mom that she'll put a lot of things on the concrete space. a house, a swimming pool, a bank, a store, a school, a skyscraper, and anything that can fit on it. "it was stupid." she told me, "i was sixteen and almost broke, of course i'd say that because you're just able to dream of such things when you're out of money."

"why are you even telling me all these kind of things? it's all personal." i told her and she just shrugged,

"mr. lee jihoon, i have no friends. i also know no relatives because they no longer considered us as family once we were out of money."

"what? how could family do that?"

"they're not. we just share the same surname." she said, "also, i'm telling you all about me and whatever i know because writing in a diary is too tiring."

"you could type."

"like i have the time. anyway, i was just fortunate enough to be sponsored a scholarship. i wouldn't be studying at all if i wasn't."

"i have a question."

"ask away."

"how did you lose all of your money?"

"it's because sickness is an asshole. hospitals costs so much, that's why i originally wanted to be a doctor."

"to earn a lot."

"exactly. however, i knew i wouldn't be able to go through so much studying and i'd probably die earlier because of it. so, i chose art."

"you keep talking about death like it's the most casual thing to talk about during lunch."

"it's because it will happen to all of us!" she said, still dealing with her beads. "death is inevitable." then, she attached something on the bracelet she's making and looked at me. "for you!"

she made me a hand-made daisy bracelet because, according to her; everything made by hand, comes from the heart. and, i honestly think that this is when i started falling for her.