until february 28 | jaesung

29. What Happened Before February?

I met him in spring

Neither warm nor cold through lavender, pink and gold

Probably white is the only thing that reminds him of me. Probably he remembers me every winter

But I remember his melting warmth by the spring

For the first time, I've met him in spring

Two houses owned by the two of us, built against each other. And so the asphalt between us was all covered with pink and white blossoms. I've met him in pink, yellow and blue of trees, sun, clouds and the sky

I saw him standing in our shared alley

Such small figure he owned. Small face, small hands, small feet, small eyes, nose and lips. In return his hair was all bushy and raven

I've met him all covered in rosy colours as his face seemed blushed like a little peach

Mom once told me that this neighbour boy is only two years younger than me. But to stand in front of him with my parents, I was concerned to see how small he is. Pale and pink, small and weak, quiet and bashful. Careless so he did not see me

Moving so clumsily as in fact he was still too young and little, I saw him like the breeze would move around a little cherry blossom

I saw him while pink petals were adorning his raven hair. While mint was glittering on his skin

All soulless and grey my skin was as a child, so I felt envious to see how sun lands the pink on his cheeks. Envious I was to see him move around so freely with his T shirt and shorts, while I stood there with such outfit around the age of my dad. I envied the injuries of his knees, the mud on his hands, the messy hair of him, the blushed face of him. I've met him for the first time and I've felt such jealousy for a little clumsy child. To see him all sweaty and tired I made a guess

That he must own a warm body

And so I felt envious again, as I had my frozen hands all sheltred in the pockets of my coat on that very moment

Spring it was, me and my parents were ready for a little vocation to my grandparents house. While mom was talking on her phone and dad was fitting the suitcases in the car. I stood there and discovered more about my little neighbor

Jisung was his name. As his mother called him from the window of their house so he ran towards her

Spring it was, as he flew away like a cherry blossom right before my eyes

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As a nine years old boy, Na Jaemin was such excellent and endeared child. This is what everyone who knew him believed.

All smiley and pretty faced he was, according to what women in their relatives mumbled and whispered all the time while seeing him. Smart and sociable he was, just like what his father's friends used to say.

Though his in going and bashful nature concerned his mother a bit. An eye catching and sweet mouthed child indeed, but Jaemin used to get tired of the crowd easily. Less talk he had about his own thoughts and so more words he used in order to please the other. His father was assured that Jaemin owns an independent character but this adult like secret-keeping personality of him can be hurtful one day.

Skinny, average height of a child, smiley, cheerful and charming. A little boy always dressed up formally with manners, smart actions and beloved nature.

At times could be naggy, too clingy with confusing actions as everything could bore him so in fact he used to give up easily. But luckily Jaemin was calm, considerate and kind.