Fragile or not? - SKZ FanFic

09

A kid

The smell of the summer greeted me with the breeze that brushed my hair.
Purple, blue, yellow, and pink played across the sky making a wonderful painting.
The trees were at their peak, green leaves decorated the branches.
September was near so you could see a few brown and orange leaves hidden in the bushes.
It reminded me that my life might finally change for good.

I was in front of Jeongin's house and they sat at the chairs placed in front of the garage.
They immediately smiled after noticing me.
Jeongin wore a tight black t-shirt and grey shorts while Han matched him.
Both of them were so hot like this.
Their muscles bulged underneath the tight t-shirts.
Han's brown locks were falling perfectly above his eyes.
Jeongin had glasses on his nose that suited him perfectly along with his black fluffy hair.
For me, my best friends were perfection.
"Hi!"
Han stood up walking towards me before they said in a unison.
"Hey."
I could see nervousness and guilt in his eyes.
"I'm sorry for acting like that. I'll ditch them, and continue with our plan. I was an ass."
I fought a smile from forming.
"Look, I didn't want you to cut your friendship with your friends or anything but I wanted you to be you, Han. Those people weren't good for you. They made you drink, smoke, and even got in touch with weed. That hurt me."
He sighed, pinching his nose.
"Now that you said it..."
I pull him back to the chair sitting in one of myself that was placed between them.
"Let's keep that in past. What happened, happened. Don't let it happen twice. Now where we left off."

After talking about it, we made a few final decisions.
It was Saturday so we have a week and a half until school starts.
On Tuesday, my family will go to my grandpa so it allows me to pack my stuff and carry it to Jeongin.
Until then, the letter should be ready.
I'll have to leave them some of the money I earned and saved up this summer.
That'll keep them away from me.
On Wednesday evening, at 6 pm I will be at Han's place.
They'll talk to their families about the deal.
Their families know what my family is for a long time so it's not a problem.
After they say goodbye we'll go to the bus station and hop on the bus to the airport and take a flight to Busan, my new home.
That evening we'll stay at Minho's apartment since it'll be late when we arrive and the next morning we'll go to the campus.

Jeongin and Han are from Busan as well. They had a really strong accent before but slowly it disappeared.
Only a few days ago I got to know that even Minho goes to that university.
What a coincidence.
I need to write that letter now.
I have to be careful with the words and the information I'll write.
Having to go to the extent of changing my number is scary.
Why couldn't they just let me live life like my siblings?
What did they do to be loved?
My sister, Yumi, sits around the house all day. Nevertheless, I do all of the jobs instead of her.
She's still a loved sister.
My brother, Jaeseong. I always liked him more but he beat me up before.
When my mom or dad was tired and I did something they didn't like he was the one to teach me "the lesson".
There were times when he would come to me, ask me about my life, and treat me like a real sister, but a few hours later he would be on Yumi's side.
What got on my nerve was that they never listened to me, my story, my side, or the truth.
As a kid, I learned that I should just shut up and endure each obstacle they put in front of me.
I also knew that I was being lied to about family stuff.  I would eavesdrop just to learn some basic stuff about my family.
A kid doesn't deserve that.
A kid, who just wants to play for a few minutes with a ball, they couldn't afford me that.
At first, it hurt.
It stung a lot.
Like a blade that cuts through my chest.
But each time it cut through, the more immune I became.
I can't say it doesn't hurt anymore but I got used to it.
One time, they beat me up badly, they twisted my arm and I knew it wasn't like usual so I had to search for Han's and Jeongin's help.
Their families helped too.
I felt welcomed, but I begged them not to talk about it with my family.
They didn't but only if I would do to their house whenever something happened.
To a 6-year-old kid that was a road to escape and safety.
If it were not for them, I could've been dead.
The words came up to the paper itself.
I knew exactly what I should write.
I knew exactly what would hit them in the nerve so they won't ever try to find me.