City Wall | K.Sn

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I found myself reading the same words again and again while playing with the corner of the page. I had finally begun reading the Narnia book Sunoo had lend me. 

The sound of a page flipping echoed in the room once more as Sunoo flipped his page and I glanced over at him. He sat beside me, one leg overlapping mine in order for me to still have some physical contact with him.

"What's wrong?" Sunoo casually questioned, while keeping his eyes on the page in his book.

"Hm?" I hummed and looked over at him.

"You've been reading the same page for at least a chapter of mine now," he remarked as a small smile spread on his face, placing his bookmark back into his book, before closing it and placing it in his lap, "so my assumption is that either something is wrong or something is on your mind. Either way I should be told."

"I just..." I trailed off, "nothing. I was just wondering about how... when I see dad again."

"Hold on, I have something," he held up his hand, quickly rushing up from his bed and over to the small vinyl collection he had before pulling out a bright one with a picture of four people on the front. Two men and two women, "this has one of my favorite b-sides, but I think the main single is perfect for this."

"Who's the artist?" I questioned feeling myself getting more and more desperate to learn about the whole that was kept away from me for so many years.

"Abba," he replied and I frowned at him, "they're Swedish, and this record is like ten years old... but when it came out was around the same time they took my mom, and it just... it was a comfort song for me, so let's give it a shot, yeah?" he questioned with raised eyebrows placing the vinyl on his record player, carefully cleaning it before letting the needle come in contact with the vinyl, "I'm a bit old fashioned with these kinds of things. But I don't think the sound systems these days gives the music sound justice."

I smiled softly as the music started in a scratchy manner before stabilizing at the first line of lyrics.

Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong

"Oh this is nice," I commented at the calm music, only earning a small laugh from Sunoo, "what?"

"Just wait... this is a masterpiece," he excused and I frowned at him.

As the instruments increased and the singing became stronger I let my eyes widen and listened to Sunoo's laugh beautifully accompany the music in his room.

"Hm, I like this," I murmured, closing my eyes as I let myself fall backwards on his bed humming as I listened to the perfect harmonies, "who's chiquitita?"

"It's Spanish," Sunoo informed, "for 'little one' or as endearment to women... so you can be my chiquitita."

"Not a chance," I shook my head with a small laugh as I craned my head to look over at him.

"What? Why not?" he exclaimed with a small laugh as he extended his hands out to each side in confusion.

"Because.... ah what did you call it again," I sighed and let out a small sigh, "what was it you said... Lin my Love? Yeah that was it," I hummed and he widened his eyes at me as I just gave him a small nod, "that's what you've started calling me in your sleep."

"When?" he gasped and I shrugged.

"Normally it's when you turn to me in your sleep and I might've laid a bit too far away," I casually shrugged and he let out a shocked laugh while raising a hand to his moutj, "you'll almost whine and grab out after me like... 'Lin my loooove'," I mimicked and did grabbing motions with my hands, "and then I have to move over and hug you tightly and then it's all alright."

"Ah no, that's so embarrassing," he whispered in shock, to which I simply shrugged with a small laugh.

"I find it cute," I excused as he let out a loud whine while turning his back to me, "I don't really mind because your hugs are so nice and warm. I feel so warm. Safe..."

"Stooop," he let out a loud exclamation while small laughs escaped him in between his words.

"Why?" I questioned and sat up straight, making him glance over at me.

"You're making me embarrassed," he excused quietly and I smiled softly at him.

"Sunoo?" I questioned and he hummed with a small nod, "when I can... will you go with me to visit my dad?" I questioned with a small excited smile as Sunoo slowly turned to look at me, "will you?"

"You want me to come along?" he questioned, almost baffled by my question, while I just nodded at him, "seriously?" he questioned once more.

"Mhm," I continued to nod at him.

"But why?" he rushed over and sat down on his bed again while Chiquitita kept playing in the background while his face only seemed to light up with every second that passed.

"Well... he should meet you," I reminded him, to which I only got a small frown, "don't you thin he should meet the boy that has been taking care of her daughter, making her feel safe, important, special. Don't you think he should meet the one that seemingly would do anything for her? I thought that's every dad's dream for his daughter. To find the person that makes them feel the best they've ever been."

"I do that?" Sunoo raised his eyebrows with a wide grin on his face.

"Of course you do," I nodded, slightly confused as to how he hadn't realized, "you're beside me to comfort everytime this whole adjusting thing gets too overwhelming for me. It's as if you just know exactly what I need without I tell you. You read me like an open book."

"Lin," Sunoo tried to minimize his smile slightly as I just raised my eyebrows at him, "it's because I know you're the one for me."

"Ey, that's too cheesy," I complained as he grabbed onto my hand.

"Hey, you were the cheesy one just seconds ago!" he exclaimed with a small laugh.

I let out a small laugh just by hearing his giggles, eventually falling backwards on his bed, having him soon lay beside me, laughing as well while we both looked up at the ceilings, leaning our heads on one another. 

Between laughs Sunoo carefully threaded his fingers in between mine, holding my hand softly as we continued to laugh our heads of.