"You're not the same man I left behind, Jimin. What happened to you?" She whispered, unshed tears clinging to her eyes as she stared at who was once the charming guy standing before her.
"A lot actually. And none of it should concern you." The man...
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FLASHBACK | AGE : 15yrs
Y / N 'S P O V
It was a regular rainy day in Seoul. The downpour over the city hasn't stopped since this morning and now it's almost evening. I loved the rain,I really did but I hated how my recently washed white sneakers were covered in mud because I was jumping in the puddle in my school.
A shiver ran down my spine as my mother's angel face suddenly flashed in front of my eyes. She is surely going to make me wash them this time. I shake my head with disappointment as I trudge through the wet streets, my umbrella covering my head but it surely was not able to cover my whole body because of the crazy wind.
I hate days like this where the rain seems to seep into my bones and chill to the core. I preferred staying in my room, reading, watching dramas, eating away the junk food or sipping on my coffee during the rainy days.
There should be holidays during monsoon and not just summer.
Especially when you're a tenth grade student, trying to survive in the last year of your middle school. I wave my friends a goodbye as we part our ways to reach our house. They lived away from my home. I lived with my parents in a very small corner of the big city, that's unknown to many people. Especially the politicians, considering the poor construction of roads.
I heave out a tired sigh as I jump from another puddle and side step the other one. I giggle at the perfect landing. Well, not getting my shoes dirty anymore is kind of a victory so excuse the girl while she is celebrating. Smiling to myself, I keep on walking, thinking about some warm dishes that my mother must've prepared for me.
Me because my elder brother moved out for his college a few months ago and I like how my parents are pampering me a lot. Especially my mother. The thought itself makes me feel warm. Though, Sungho wouldn't be too happy to know this.
But who cares right? It's his fault that he moved out so early just because he is a merit student who got ninety percent of scholarship.
I wouldn't leave my parents and the cocoon of love and warmth they provide me.
And nothing's gonna change my mind.
I skip my steps, humming to a tune as the rain gets lighter. Suddenly, my eyes land on something and I deliberately stop walking or running. I step back and take a close look by the street side where I see baby plants of white tulips.
I can't help but gasp in wonder. White tulips are my favorite, and seeing them growing wild by the roadside is a rare sight. I carefully pick a few, making sure not to damage the delicate petals. I bring them to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent. I suddenly feel a sense of contentment wash over me as I make a mental note to add the flowers in my flower vase.
