piano sheets | choi youngjae

chapter 10

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4:36 p.m

"youngjae! please! can you stop running?!" i shouted as i panted. he still ran but stopped after i shouted those words at him. he placed his hands at his knees and started panting.

"can you stop following me?!" he shouted back, still not moving from his position. i stood up properly and walked to him.

i grabbed his arm and made him face me. "running away from your problems won't solve anything." i said. "and what do you know about me, huh?!" he shouted.

he took his arm away and started walking away from me. aish, this kid. i went up to him and grabbed his shoulder. "yah, choi youngjae! can you stop acting like a kid?!" i shouted.

he pushed my hand off harshly, making me fall on the ground and my knee got scraped from the rough ground. he turned around and saw me looking at me knee, trying to stop it from bleeding. he made a small sigh and walked up to me.

i looked at him and he squatted down by my knee. he cupped my knee and blew air at it. he then took out his handkerchief and slowly tied it around my knee.

"if you didn't chase me, you probably wouldn't get hurt." he mumbled. i sat down properly at the side walk and he did too. huh, i never knew he would be this caring. "d-does it hurt?" he asked. "a little.." i mumbled.

"why did you get so mad with your dad?" i asked. he scoffed and looked down. "because of my mom." he said. "he gave up so easily on her and now he's marrying a new woman that i didn't even know he dated." he said.

"you didn't know..?" i asked and he nodded. "my mom and dad got their divorce when i was eleven. a few years ago, i guess." he said. "where's your mom?" i asked and he shrugged. "in the u.s, i think. who knows?" he chuckled.

his laugh was a forced one and i could see sadness in his eyes. "how about you? where's your dad?" he asked while actually looking at me. "my dad was in the military and he died when i was still young.." i said. i looked down and made a small smile.

"i miss him." i said, still with a smile.

he was staring at me. i could tell. "i don't get you." he said, in a kind of frustrated tone. "i don't get how you're such a cheerful person." he said. he stood up and i did too. "where are you going?" i asked and he sighed.

"home, i don't know. it's none of your business, youngjin." he said and started to walk away. i stood there, just watching his dark figure walk away.

he was already starting to open up, until he closed all his doors on me again. i sighed and made my way home. when i got home, i opened the door and saw mom and yungjoon by the living room.

"yungjoon-ah, you know it's fine for me if we don't get married yet. just give your son some time." it was mom's voice. i walked in to the living room and they saw me. "youngjin." mom called. she walked up to me and hugged me.

she released the hug and noticed the handkerchief tied to my knee. "what happened to your knee?" she asked. "i tripped and scraped my knee.." i said. "omo, are you okay?! are you hurt anywhere else?!" she asked. "no mom! i'm fine!" i said.

"i'll go to my room for now and rest.. i'll clean up my wound, don't worry." i said to mom. i looked at yungjoon and made a small bow at him then walked to my room.

i closed the door behind me and sighed. i walked to my bed and sat there. i slowly took off the hankerchief and saw the small scrape. it wasn't that big but it still hurts. i grabbed the first aid kit from my side table drawer and cleaned the wound with alcohol and a cotton swab.

i blew on it as i did it. it lessens the pain, at least that's what my mom said. when i was done, i threw out the stuff i used and placed the kit back from where i got it.

i laid in my bed and stared at the ceiling. that's when i kept hearing youngjae's voice in my head.

"i don't get how you're such a cheerful person."

i'm not a cheerful person. why does he think i am? just because i smile a lot after what i've been through? yes, i miss my dad. i miss him a lot, but i can't just close my doors on everyone cause of what happened.

"aish choi youngjae..." i muttered under my breath.