[TAENYFic] I'll Trade My Soul For You

1) My Family, My Life, My Love, and My Special Reader..

My name is Taeyeon, full name is Kim Taeyeon but people usually call me Taeyeon or Taeng or Taengoo, well it actually depends on who is the one who calls me. I live a not so normal yet quite a pleasant live. I am 23 years old this year and yes I have finished and got my bachelor degree in engineering department last year. I am now working as one of the scientist in local oil company. I live with my parents and grandmother. I have 2 brothers, one is older while the other one is younger. One of them is still studying to achieve his master while the other one just graduated and finished his study from senior high school.

"Taeyeon!!" My mother called me from downstairs. My mother has a high pitch voice which has the ability to ruin your hearing organs if you didn't come to her as soon as you heard her call.

"Yes, Mom! I'll be right there in 5 minutes!!" I replied to my mother's call with my not-so-loud voice.

"You better be or you may be late for work!" My mother reminded me. I didn't need to reply her protest again since I would be there soon anyway, right?

If you haven't noticed, my mother still treats me like a kid. She will make sure breakfast is ready and served on the table of dining room before all of us wake up; us refers to my brothers and me of course. My father usually wakes up as early as my mother since his o!ice where he is working is quite far from our home and the tra!ic jam is not helping at all. That's why my mother always wakes up at 5 am to prepare the breakfast for us, including our lovely Daddy. Mom will wrap Daddy's breakfast so that he can enjoy his breakfast in car. Yep, we have a driver so Daddy won't have to drive on his own. Well actually it's not a 'we' since me and my siblings use motorcycle.

My mother and father are such nice parents. They treat us equally and fairly. They give each of us a motorcycle to use, even the motorcycle's brand are the same. The difference is only the color of our bike. Mine is blue, just like my favorite color while my youngest brother's is black while the other one is white. Oh yeah I haven't told you my brothers' name. The older one is Jiwoong while the youngest one is Jinwoon. It feels similar, right? Sometimes I even call the wrong person since I keep forgetting their names. Tsk! What a bad sister I am. So here we are having breakfast together as usual in the dining room.

"Taeyeon-ah, what time you will come home later?" My Mom asked me.

"I don't know, Mom. I think I have to work overtime. There's oil leaking incident and me and others have to investigate it further." I answered while chewing my bread.

"Stop talking when you are eating! You will get chocked, you know!" My Mom said strictly. And have I told you how strict and fierce my Mom is when she is being serious. Geezz, you don't even want to know about it.

"Sorry, Mom." I answered shortly. My mother nodded and turned to my brothers.

"Then how about you, Jiwoong? When will you go back to your dorm? Have you done packing?" Yup! Jiwoong stayed in dorm near his university and he just finished his one month vacation at home. Soon he will be back to his dorm. I still miss him being here though.

"Later this afternoon, Mom. Yup! I already packed everything, don't worry." Jiwoong answered before gulping his milk

"Sighed. It surely feels fast huh? It's just like yesterday you came home and now you already have to go back there again. Can't you just live here, son?" My mother asked Jiwoong with a hint of sadness. I know my mother loves each of us very much that she still find it hard to separate with one of us.

"I want to do that too, Mom but you know how far the distance between my university and our home is. It's not possible to do that. Even if the road is as empty as graveyard, I will still need at least an hour to reach my campus." Jiwoong disappointedly answered. Jiwoong is a mommy kid, well actually each of us is. It's not our fault though. It's just our mother loves us too much that she almost never let us do things on our own.