"Wow~ this is... beautiful." I breathe out.
No...
Beautiful doesn't even begin to describe what I'm looking at.
As we face the fountain, the small park lights are shining on it, illuminating the blue marble. The tall, street lights hover just above the trees. And the Seoul buildings reach up to the starry sky.
"This is my little escape... and now, well. Whenever you're stressed, take a little breather here." Says Hansol as he looks up to the night sky.
I look at him and wonder again what this boy is thinking?
"What's your favorite... food?" I ask desperately, wanting... needing to get to know him. He looks at me, with a faint smile.
"Chocolate. What's your favorite... food?" He asks back, showing a cheeky grin.
"(Y/F/F). What's you favorite ice-cream?"
"Vanilla. What's your favorite ice-cream?" I frown and look up to the night sky.
"My favorite ice-cream is (Y/F/IC). I remember..." I look back, toward Hansol, "when I was little. On hot days, my siblings, my mom and I would have to share a tub of ice-cream. When it was nearly finished, we'd have a sudden death round." He laughs and I grin. "For only those moments, when I was little... was I truly happy." He looks at me confused. I take a deep breath. I can't believe I'm about to telk him this.
"... I haven't seen my family in four years." I state, lower than a whisper.
"Why?" He asks, almost in a whisper.
"Because..." I scoff, looking back down to the fountain, "because, I'm an idiot. I'm an ungrateful idiot. My parents were divorced. And my six siblings and I had to live with my mom, who would work multiple jobs, just to provide food, school things and a shelter over our heads. She did so much for us, everything she had done was for us. And do you know what I did?"
I feel the tears start to form in my eyes, "I ran away... I ran to my dad's house. A few weeks after, he tried to get me to see my siblings and mom. I refused to see them, I called her such horrible words, my own damn mother and I said such disgusting things. I hated myself for every decision I made and I blamed her..." I hold my hands together, squeezing them, "she did so much for me and I treated her like nothing. I didn't even care about my siblings. Six of them and I didn't want to see any of them!"
He grabs my hands and that's when the tears roll down. He must be so confused about why I'm spilling such a big secret.
"You know, they've forgiven me." I laugh while looking back to the sky. "They say that everything's alright and they just want to see me. And my mom... my mom said she wants me back home... she wants to see her baby, again." I meet Hansol's eyes. And my voice drops to a whisper. "It's not right, I don't deserve them. They should hate me, despise me, curse me... why do they still love me?"
He moves closer to me and squeezes my hands. We sit there for a few minutes, before Hansol begins talking.
"When you saved me from that shop owner, without knowing the full story, without knowing me. I could tell, you were an irrational person." He smirks and quickly wipes away a tear that escaped my eye, with his thumb. "Your always asking about the things I like. To me that shows... just how creepy you are." I giggle and he smiles, hugging me. "I'll make sure you get to see your family again. And there's no doubt in my mind, that they won't see the amazing woman, you've become." Heat starts to creep up on my face, but I quickly brush it away. He let's go of me, stands up and starts walking. I don't move and he looks back at me.
"Well? Aren't you coming home, you ungrateful idiot?" He smirks and I rise from the bench, staring off toward him. He turns back around and walks.
Home?
Yes, home.
I take my first step to the life I had chosen to live.
To the family I will see again.
To the boys I will make prosper...
To the life that has already begun.
"Hansol!" I yell and he stops again, looking back to me, as I wipe away my tears, I scream out to him. "You idiot!"
I run toward him, laughing.
Towards the smiling angel.
The damsel in distress, who became my knight in shining armor.
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