Special kind of BAD || haesoo ✓

39.

Jisoo was timidly standing in front of the gate and lowered her head. She couldn't believe that after a three-hour train ride, she ended up in Gwangju in front of the house where Haein once lived.

"It's okay," the guy said, not letting go of her palm all the way to his home yard, and carefully looked at Jisoo. He was extremely glad that, despite everything, she never changed her mind about going, and he was aware of how his love for her increased more and more. "Grandma, open up!" he shouted, once again shaking the unstable iron gate. On the night he had to leave in a hurry, he ordered the old woman to always lock it up in the evenings and was glad that she obeyed him. "She's a little deaf," he explained, looking at Jisoo, who was wrinkling her face because of the sonorous scream of the guy.

"Haein? It's you?"

An old woman hobbled out of the house at the highest possible speed for herself, putting on slippers as she went, and quickly approached the fence. Haein knew that his grandma liked surprises, so he decided not to warn her about his visit. Moreover, there was a double gift waiting for her.

"Yes, and I'm not alone," he replied as the gate creaked open before them.

"Good evening," Jisoo bowed to the woman, unable to properly smile, but she still didn't notice her excitement on the street barely lit by a single lantern. "Kim Jisoo," she introduced herself and was greatly shocked when the woman suddenly hugged her tightly.

Haein himself was also surprised, and a wide smile brightly lit up his face. This unexpected gesture touched the girl too much so that tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks. She missed the warm hugs from her mother, very much.

"Grandma, actually I'm your grandson here," Haein said with fake resentment and jealousy and tried to unhook the old woman from his girlfriend, who was in such a deadlock that she only silently swallowed tears. "Well, she is crying because of you," he said and put his arm around her shoulders. "Baby, hey, you're okay?"

"It's just...nothing..." Jisoo didn't know the answer to his question and shook her head, mentally hoping she didn't frighten the woman with her sudden flood of tears.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," she chattered, stroking her wet cheek, "I'm just ... I'm so glad to see that this dunce has a lover. Come here, you rascal." With these words, she enclosed him in no less strong hugs, managing to chaotically pat his hair, although she was half her grandson's height. "Come on, come into the house. It's cold," she said, and quickly trudged back to the door, whispering under her breath to get the persimmon compote from the cellar and cook beef stew, which she has long kept in the freezer for important occasions.

"I forgot to say that my love for hugs is from her," Haein said with a grin, looking guiltily at Jisoo, who was trying to straighten her emotions. Taking their travel bag in one hand, and firmly squeezing her palm with the other, he went inside, and already in the yard, he smelled hot food, which always smelled like grandma's house.

Jisoo never understood what it meant to be well-fed by a grandmother since she didn't have any relatives. And now, barely breathing after another portion of stew, which Haein's grandmother seemed to be trying to feed them for a lifetime ahead, she felt like never at home.

"Grandma, she's about to burst," Haein grinned, seeing how Jisoo asks him with her eyes to save her since she can't politely refuse an unknown number of supplements.

"She won't. Look how skinny she is. You don't like scrawny ones," the woman answered sternly, now pouring another glass of sweet compote for the guest, which she boiled herself and planned to put several cans for the children when they leave.

"You don't?" Jisoo turned to the guy with a demanding look, raising her eyebrows in a questioning tone, and waited for him to answer.

She definitely liked Haein's grandmother, because she had learned a lot about him over dinner. It turns out that in elementary school, Haein was a straight-A student, and even as a child he was fond of painting.