Souvenir | Seokjin [ revamped ]

2. Can't Escape From Me, Can You?

I N N O C U O U S

• harmless for anyone •

"If you were the remedy to my pain, then was I the very cause of your torment?"

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My ink pot seemed to had decided to get finished at the very moment I tried to draw a little love symbol on the letter.

"This shouldn't be happening..." I huffed in annoyance and got up from the floor, eyes searching here and there for a glimpse of water, "Destiny is so jealous at me, isn't it?"

When none replied, of course, I narrowed my gaze at particularly nothing and snatched the kettle full of warm water from my bedside table. Returning back to my letter, I poured a little liquid in the pot and started to mix the substance with my feather pen.

"Ta dah!" I did a mental cartwheel in glee and began to write after the inkpot was filled again. Tracing on the pale yellow paper, I finished my childish drawing, cheeks still flaring with crimson red blush.

The feeling of writing a letter without telling anybody about it; sitting on the floor and pulling empty envelopes from the crack of my untidy bed, bloomed the flower petals of spring in my heart and sent a shimmer of joyous wind around me to whirl. Unknowingly, I smiled, and put the letter in the packet.

With placing a soft peck on it.

The sunlight peeking through the window flourished itself with warmer rays, making the tiny drops of dew which were frozen on the flower pots shine with dazzle. Hugging my shoulders and kissing my hair, the tangerine gleams of the daytime whispered into my ear,

"He is gonna like it."

"Stop it!" I giggled at my own twaddles and at the moment, a lame sound of knock reverberated around the room, shutting down my sweet time with myself.

"Tani! We need a hand downstairs!"

"On my way, mother..." I sighed and took the shawl from my bed. Wrapping the silky material around me, I quickly passed the letter in my pocket, and started for my door.

"Don't be late!" there came my mother's all time annoyed voice as soon as I entered the scene. She was waiting at the edge of the stairs with a bucket full of water and a mop on her hands, her once neatly arranged hair now messy and I could swear that there were small twigs stuck between her grayish strands.

And that was the moment I remembered that the day was Monday. Time for cleaning the house.

The drawing room was in chaos; my elder sister, Soyeon, was sweeping the walls with a huge broom; my father was emptying the shelves and pulling out the china showpieces; and my pal - for - life or the next door neighbour, Soomin, was watching the whole scene in amusement, while sitting on the window crack and munching on walnuts.

"Tani. Storeroom. Now."

My mother stated in a dead voice, and I flinched immediately, my shoulders giving up at the possible imagination of spending the whole day in the attic. But the letter was still inside my pocket, so my mind searched for a solution in a rapid speed.

"Don't worry, Tani." the girl sitting under the window clapped her hands and jumped to her feet, and I sighed in relief, "I will help you in cleaning!"

And I had found my prey.

"Of course!" I smiled with my teeth displaying at its maximum might, and gripped Soomin's hands, the water bucket and broom dangling along with me. Soomin increased her pace to catch up with mine, and whispered,

"Your face tells me that the letter have arrived, haven't it?"

"Yes," I also muttered in a low voice, as the chorus from drawing room faded away and my hands found the lock of the door, "And you need to deliver my reply to the post office. Now."

"Hold up, what will you give me as a bribe?" she raised her eyebrows, earning a sigh from me,

"Mine and Seokjin's wedding card. Happy?"

"Now that's the action, pepsi." Soomin clapped her hands and I took out the letter from my pocket. She held it in front of her eyes and stared at the envelope for a whole minute, then exclaimed, "Tani, why do I feel like you have sprayed the perfume Seokjin sent last month -"

"Yes, I did! Now go -" I pushed her across the hallway and opened the window. She jumped over it swiftly, and said with a smirk,

"You better give me my bribe as soon as possible, young lady."

I laughed and closed the window on her face, my mind still dazed from the irrational increasing of heartbeats. With a fresh imagination, I started for the storeroom and packed my things, my eyes only showing me the last line of the long letter I had written to him,

"Get ready for your tulip's bone crushing bear hugs at the moment she will see you, mister general."

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