Gangster mom (#세븐틴Seventeen fanfic♡)

#6

Just then, Hyesung and Jooeun came into the classroom. "Our maknae, are you okay? Mingyu oppa said you weren't feeling well."

"I'm fine..." was all I managed to get out, with much difficulty. All I could think of now was Mingyu oppa. Why did he come over to me? Was it out of pure concern for a new classmate? Or... Argh, Kim Eunseo what are you even thinking!!

"Hey... Yah!" A hand came waving in front of me. I jumped back instinctively. Who- Oh my god, its him.

"Are you okay? Your face has got some colour though." He shot me a killer-smile as he sat down beside me. My heart started beating weirdly again. I could feel the warmth getting to my cheeks as I nodded slightly.

He somehow managed to set the butterflies that were hiding in my stomach after so long on. How? I thought that I would neer experience this feeling again after...him.

I got to know him when I was in America. I was 7. It was probably puppy love to others, but not for me. I loved him, with all my heart. His smile would release all the butterflies in my stomach. Every touch would make my heart beat as if I was running.

We always hung out together, people thought we were siblings, which broke my heart. I was so happy to have met a fellow korean when I was in America and immediately made friends with him.

He was 4 years older than me, the perfect age gap for koreans, a couple made in heaven. We became so close that we even planned to go to the same school, take the same subjects, and I even gave up the hobbies I liked to study hard, so I could have with him all the time.

However, all those sacrificed made were useless in the end. When I was 9, he finally broke the news to me that he had to leave for korea, and wasn't ever coming back. I broke down in class.

I mean, how could he? After all we've been through... I thought we were going to stick together forever. Or at least, that's what he told me. We were going to go to the same school, same course, the same neighbourhood and go everywhere together. And then he drops a bomb on me, telling me he's going to Korea.

I cried lots at the airport, while sitting beside him, with our small hands clasped together. He held my shoulders and turned me to face him. He said,"I'm...so sorry. If we were really fated, we'll meet again. I really hope I'll see you again. Otherwise, goodbye..

Unknowingly, huge droplets of tears were released from my eyes again as I sobbed loudly. He put his arms around me tightly and pulled me closer to him.

I looked at him as he slowly put his lips on mine and pulled back slowly. "I put my mark on you, see you again..." He slowly got up and waved at me as he walked away. I dropped to my knees as I bowed my head. My first love, gone...

And, that's how I promised myself to never fall in love again. And Mister Mingyu here is making me feel all those feelings. Again.