Just College

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9:30pm, and the Seoul taxi pulled up in front of her house. The man looked at the reader, "Can you see it for yourself miss?"

She could. She totally could. One hundred and ninety-five thousand won. Almost two thousand. A bus wouldn't have cost half of that. She quickly got out, since the more she sat in there, the more bills it piled for her. She stretched her fare to the man, "Ahjussi, can you please help me with the box?. I hurt my wrists"

"Alright", he returned her change and got down, unlocking the trunk. He helped to lift it up and even take it up her porch steps, dropping it in front of the closed door.

"Thank you so much", Daya said, juggling the plastic bags in her hands.

"You are welcome. Have a good night", he bowed before entering his car and leaving.

Daya wished he gets back to Seoul safely. It was really late already. She looked up at her window, finding Dayeon there already peering down at her. The two girls slowly smiled at each other before the youngest turned around and rushed out of the room. Daya chuckled, climbing the steps and dropping her plastic bags beside her box. The door opened and Dayeon wanted to take the girl into her arms but the bags in front of the threshold blocked her. She glanced down at them, eyes widening as she knelt down there, a big smile on her face as she started checking through the bags, unfortunately for her, Damin came out at that moment, slapping her back at the naughty behaviour.

"Take the bags inside instead of snooping through them like a rat!"

Dayeon grumbled, getting on her feet and packing up the white bags while her mother rolled the box in and Daya finally stepped into her abode. "You left without a box and you are returning with one, did you stop by your school?", Daya closed the door, locking it and tittering at her mother's question.

"No, I did not", Daya replied, looking at her sister about to climb the steps, "No, no. Dayeon-ie, drop them here", she pointed at the open space in the sitting room before sitting down on one of the red couches. "Eomma, you too. Leave the box here", she dropped her bag beside her. "Where is haemoni?"

Damin pushed the table away, keeping the box there instead. "She is taking her...", she paused, glancing at Daya's feet. "Why are you wearing shoes inside my house?. Did you dump your brains in Seoul?"

Daya and Dayeon looked down at the shoes. "Eomma, it's new", Daya replied.

"Really?", Damin asked, eyeing the pretty shoes.

"Obviously, mom", Dayeon sat in front of her sister's feet. "She doesn't have shoes like these. Or a dress like this one even. You didn't even leave with any of these"

"Because I got them in Seoul", Daya said, watching her sister trace her fingers on the shoes.

"They are pretty", Damin complimented and she smiled, thanking her. "Eomma, is having her bath. We just finished some preparations for tomorrow", Damin sat down, dropping down the box carefully. "Is it everyday you come back with new boxes?"

Daya laughed. Her mother unzipped it and gasped at all the clothes in it. She looked at Daya. "Yah, where did you get all these?"

Daya got on her knees, dragging the plastic bags to her. "Well, Dayeon said I should get her something from Seoul when I was leaving yesterday", she glanced at the girl, staring at all the clothes. "Didn't you?"

"I-I d-did. Yeah. I did but...", Daya pushed a plastic bag to her. "Those are yours".

Dayeon opened it, gasping quietly at all the new matching blue lingerie in them. She couldn't afford all these types. The ones she wore, were old and weak, from the market place. These were all the original ones. The ones women her age were supposed to wear not the lemon fruited ones she always had on. She turned the bag over, the new panties and bras, tumbling out of them and piling in front of her. She threw the plastic somewhere, running her hands through them and picking some up to get a closer look. "Unnie, thank you", she blinked the tears away.