pink roses ~ k.sj

f o u r

--- "Do you believe me now?" ---

--- "Yes" ---

I awoke to the sound of my mom yelling, excitedly, for me to get up. "We got plane tickets to Seoul, E!" There's a coffee shop with a house on the second floor, I just bought it out!" she yelled, bouncing up and down like a small child in a toy store. "We're moving?" I asked. "Yes! Pack up our plane will leave Tuesday. All our stuff is going on a loading plane, you know how it works" she chirped. I would have been flipping out if I had not moved around almost my entire life, but this was going to be big. I lived here for ten years! Moving closer to my father and farther from my brother? It was a big change. "Ok. So we have to pack up the entire house, in three days?" I ask her, looking at my phone for the date, Sunday, December 4th it read. "Yes" she says as I get up and put on a dark gray sweater and black jeans. "How much have you packed already?" I ask her, yawning. "My room, and the bathrooms." she says and I nod, that must have been what she was doing last night. "Okay, I'll pack up my room and the sun room?" I say. She nods, running out of my room and coming back with a box in each arm, and one in-between them. I speed walk to where she stood and pick up the third box that was almost about to drop. "Thank you" she sighs, putting the other two boxes down on my bed. "Okay, I'll be in the living room" she says, walking out of my room.

It wasn't my ideal birthday, but it was one I wouldn't forget at least. I started with all my little trinkets, awards, and photos of Japan, Busan, Seoul, and London. I've always wanted to go to London, stop judging me. I take the photos of the different places around the world, and put them in a separate, black, photobook. Placing that gently in the bottom of the box. This feeling was all too familiar to me, living in one place for a while, but just long enough to get attached to it, then getting up and leaving.

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I sat on my bed, a duvet placed messily upon it, looking at my phone, all of my clothes were packed into two boxes, other things that would lay around my room, now sealed in the box at the foot of my bed. And now, an army green suitcase, filled with four pairs of clothes, my laptop, chargers, and headphones. As well as the obvious toiletries needed for almost anyone. I tweeted out one thing, remembering the day. "Happy birthday Seokjin! I'm so glad we share the same birthday! December 4th! @BTS_twt" and put my phone down, getting up and going downstairs. "Hey momma?" I ask, roaming into the sunroom where she was taking dreamcatchers down from the small hooks in the wood. "Yes sweetie?" she asks. "I thought you were doing the living room? And can I take my desk apart please?" I ask, lacing my hands together, she puts her hand on her hip and sighs, "Fine c'mon" she says, going into the small basement. She grabs a screwdriver and another box and hands me the tool, ushering me up the stairs.

--- "I'm sorry." ---

--- "I know you are." ---