[𝟏 𝐱 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃]
Jung Soo Ah meets Min Yoongi with her cousin Jung Hoseok, who joined the Chinese New Year celebration at her grandparent's home.
Yoongi is captivated by Soo Ah's unique lavender scent, which provides him with...
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Jung Soo Ah's POV
Beijing, China.
The sky was daubed with warm tones of tangy orange, a soft hue of purple, and cherry blossom pink. It gave a picturesque panorama during the twilight as the sun melted into the dappled cotton clouds. Looking at it gave me tranquillity, and I felt content.
As I wandered around the evening streets of Beijing, they were filled with playful giggles of kids running around the big trees and people chatting. I was giddy with anticipation as red lanterns were hung on every tree, reminding me of the arrival of the Chinese New Year. The luminous glow from the lanterns appeared enticing.
I hadn't visited Beijing for any festivities to spend time with my grandparents in the past two years, as I got quite busy with my work. I hope this new year starts well. I glanced around the long street and felt happier to spend my time here.
My skin felt a searing sensation as the cold air brushed against my cheeks, turning them red as I looked at the glass door of the noodle restaurant. My breath rose in puffs as I hugged myself to warm up.
From the open windows of the homes, the smell of garlic, ginger, chili, sesame oil, and the invigorating scent of mandarin danced in the air.
As I completed my stroll, I stood before our house and found it vibrant and spirited. My grandpa was floundering to paste the couplets at the entrance.
"Grandpa, let me help you," I said, grabbing and pasting them on either side of the door, perfectly getting a thumbs up from my grandpa.
"Thank you, Soo Ah. Also, dust them off. I can't do them as I am worn out," he said, ruffling my hair. He bent down to take a piece of cloth and handed it to me, pointing towards the furniture I needed to clean.
"Did Grandma give you a lot of work?" I asked him.
"Yes, she did not even let me have a nap in the afternoon," he responded in a low tone, darting his eyes around as he didn't want to get whacked by Grandma.
I laughed at his behavior. I grabbed the cloth and began dusting the furnishings. I glimpsed the pictures, which were neatly arranged on the wooden cabinet.
My parents looked gorgeous as they wore Qun Kwa, according to Chinese rites. My mother wore a coat and a long red skirt embellished with gold and silver embroidery, adorned with dragons and a lotus, symbolizing a happy marriage and prosperity.
Another picture shows them wearing a Hanbok, as per Korean custom. They flashed a toothy smile and intertwined each other's hands happily.
My mother is Chinese, and my father is Korean. Being half Korean and half Chinese, I have always found learning about both cultures to be intriguing. Over the years of working together in Shanghai and Gwangju, they fell in love.
