Serendipity | Vkook

Chapter 2

In the course of taking good care of a child, there's clearly a fine line between a nanny and a parent. I'd like to differentiate how a nanny cares and how should parents care for their own child, because in the first place its their own child. But I doubt if I could express it so dearly full of honesty without biases.

This thing ran in my head as I propped down at the seat close to the window. Mr. Nam had already left just in time he brought us into the bus station, rushing to get back at Dad's office to assess my parent's case. Mrs. Kim was beside me, looking at me with lingering pity in her eyes, with our baggages at her side.

Mrs. Kim is my nanny or in my perspective, an old strong lady with milennial style of socializing. Her age is in mid-sixties; hair is gray, wrinkles visible on the face, and posture's curving down like a candycane. She was with me since I was four, and had been my playmate eversince then. My best buddy at all times. She took good care of me when my parents couldn't. Growing up, she's always beside me through good days and bad days. If I were to describe she's more than a parent to me... than my parents were to me. She had shown a kindest heart towards me. And I love her so much for that.

I grabbed my iPod from my backpack. I'm pretty sure this would be a long trip and I decided to just listen to songs to kill time. I selected the 'Sad Me' playlist. It basically composed of sorrowful songs that I've ever found in the Internet to match how my day went. I don't know, I don't want to feel like an emo for today but it kinda suits. Of course you don't want to listen to BigBang's 'We Like to Party' when you're aware your parents are in jail and you're forced to go out of town, do you?

It occured to my senses that I should be tearing up right now. Like as in cry cry with tears welling up under your eyes and sobs like there's no tomorrow. You know that feeling right? You're not a moron.

But then I never like attention from other people. Not in this time, not in this place. Besides I don't want to look like a whiner-baby while my nanny's here. I'm a grown-up kid, I should be considerate about the situation. I should act mature. Even though maturity doesn't come with age.

I've tried calling Jimin's phone the moment we set off many many times. But that sick of a boyfriend of mine won't even pick up my calls, which added a tad bit of pain and worry in my heart. Why isn't he answering? What the hell is wrong with this day?

I sigh, leaning my head against the glass window and close my eyes. I'm tired of everything.

- * -

Evening came with Mrs. Kim annnouncing that we had arrived. We hopped off the bus and me being the helpful one gave a hand to our belongings from her hands. Mrs. Kim smiled at me.

We walk our ways through the streets of Daegu. This was my first time here and I must say this city looked... colorful. There were bright places whenever you move your sight from one jump to another. It seemed to me as a happy city than Seoul or Busan. Not bad though. Maybe I will like it here. Maybe.

We halted at a small and simple architectural house with natural environment surrounding it after fifteen minutes or so of walking. So this is where my nanny lives. 

We barged inside and not even before my butt touched the couch, Mrs. Kim called me.

"Gukkie, you must be tired. Go upstairs and use the room to sleep for a while. I'll call you when food is ready."

"Are you sure Mrs. Kim?"

"Of course, hun. Go on! Sleep!" She replied as I have seen her eyes made a slight crescent moon. She pushed me lightly and I didn't have a choice but to obey.

I went up and entered the room. I surveyed it and guess what, I was surprised. My nose immediately hit a kind of stench that I could only explain by a smell mixed of sweat and food rotting.Things were in disarray and its a bit messy, very untidy. It normally looked like someone has been using this with socks scattered on the floors and pants there and everywhere. I cringe a bit. So the least that I could do was to clean up. Great. Very interesting.

I picked up the socks and tried to erase the strong smell kicking inside my nostrils. If this was my room, my parents would have been killed me saying the pigsty was better. I would say 'if that's so, keep a pig as a child then' as a reply but I love my life so no. But in all fairness, I'm way cuter than a piglet okay! And I was just kidding.

Suddenly there was muffled noise that I guess came from the living room. It made me stopped.

"Granny! I'm hooooome!" Said a voice. My eyebrows meet up. Who's he talking to?

"I'm just gonna nap for awhile. Call me when dinner's ready." I pressed my ear against the wooden door. There were feet squeaking on the stairs and its getting louder as he's approaching. Tell me he's not coming here--

But the door opened and I stumbled backwards. There was a blonde-haired male standing with a height as me, looking aghast. I was startled.

"Who are you?" He said. His voice was a little rougher than I expected.

"No! Who the hell are you!?" I managed to answer.

"What!?"  He exclaimed. He stared at me for a few seconds and his eyes grew much bigger, close to hysterical. "Oh god, you're a burglar!!"

I was about to open my mouth to react but he attacked me without thinking. We both fell down. My back hit the ground and I hissed in pain. He grabbed me by my hands and pinned it above my head before I could move.

"Granny! Call the cops. There's a burglar!" He shouted. I grimaced. This guy's losing his head.

"Jesus, what the hell are you talking about?" I spat. "I AM NOT A BURGLAR--"

"YOU BROKE INTO SOMEONE'S HOUSE AND YOU STAYED IN MY ROOM! WHAT MAKES ME THINK OF THAT? HUH?"

What?

"THIS IS NOT YOUR ROOM! LET GO OF ME!" I growled.

"DON'T YOU DARE SHOUT AT ME, YOU CRIMINAL!" He yelled, pinning me harder. I'm feeling my veins could burst any minute.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT BASTARD! LET ME GO!!"

"NO!! YOU'RE A THIEF!" He busted. "YOU DESERVE TO BE--"

"Oh my god."  someone exclaimed,  "Taehyung, what are you doing?"

We looked up and saw Mrs. Kim standing on the doorway, looking at us two in horror.