"eomma, I don't want to go! Why can't I stay with you at home?", I pull the hand of my mother, in attempt to hold her and myself back from moving any further
. I see my mother sigh before she bends down onto my level. "saerom-ah, aren't you a big girl?", she asks me. Even though I was, in fact not a big get per se, I nodded. "Of course, eomma, I'm 4 already!", I count until four and yet still hold out five fingers, proudly displaying my age. "Exactly. Big girls learn big things, baby. And this is where you can learn the big things." My mother was always a very convincing woman. I didn't even need much persuasion to make me step foot into the very first place where I would be learning "big things"- preschool.
"Alright children!", a young woman calls out to the scurried room of now preschoolers. "Today we will be playing a game." A game? "That sounds fun- I love games", a shorter girl on my left side exclaims. My head turns to look at her as she gives me a smile. "Hi! My name is Kim Jimin! I'm four years old! What's your name?", the girl asks me eagerly. I hesitate for a while before quietly replying, "kang saerom." The teacher then continues to explain the game, musical chairs. After everybody somewhat understood the concept, we started playing. I discovered I was surprisingly good at this. Round after round passes until there are only three children left. One of them is a tall girl, who seems like the type to throw her greens all over the dining table and another boy, who I couldn't quite analyze yet. The music starts playing while we skip around the two chairs. For a four year old, I was definitely a stubborn kind- not a brat- but stubborn nonetheless. The music abruptly stops and I quickly sit on the seat closest to me. I turn around to see who except me made it through and my eyes meet with the black haired boy. We both narrow our eyes at each other competitively. "Oh look, only Kang Saerom and Park Jay are left," one of the children shout. Both of us start walking warily, extremely close to the last, remaining chair, neither ready to lose. When the music stops, a small smirk makes its way onto my face, since I'm undoubtedly closer to the chair. Just as I'm about to sit on the chair, which felt more like a throne proving my victory for me, I fall on the stone cold ground. Shock fills me as I turn around and see that Jay is sitting on the chair. The chair he STOLE from me.
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Fanfictionkang saerom is your typical 23 year old, just that she's blatantly rude and cold. and like every other struggling student, she too has a best friend, jia, who just so happens to be in a relationship. she would mind her own business till now, until j...
