Chapter Seven

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The morning soon arrives and I am greeted with the sunshine on my face. I squint my eyes as I slowly sit upright. Hiro is curled up at the end of my bed once again, still sleeping softly. I smirk before yawning quite loudly. I stretch my arms and let out a sigh. I look to my right and see my hat still resting on the spare pillow. My face heats up in embarrassment. Aish, I must be crazy. Picking up my snapback, I slip out of bed and shuffle towards my desk. I place the snapback on top of my head and plop down in my chair. I spin myself back and forth mindlessly for a while before walking over to my side table to grab my phone. It's 6:47. Aish, why do I keep waking up so early? Do I have a bad sleeping habit or what? I shake my head. I wonder if Haneul is up. I unlock my phone and check to see if she sent me any messages. Unfortunately there's no new notifications. I sigh, placing my phone back down and flopping back onto my bed. I gaze up at the ceiling and reflect on yesterday's events. I can't believe that I saw him again. I must have been too quick to assume that we wouldn't meet again. But, what were the odds that we'd really encounter one another after the airport and flight? I run a frustrated hand through my hair and sigh. I sit up and crawl over to my window. The colourful red, yellow and orange trees sway back and forth in the cool Autumn breeze. I crack open my window and inhale the city air. I rest my head on the palm of my hand and gaze out dreamily, just watching others go about their day. So many of them look important, like they have their lives figured out. I wish I had my life figured out. I wish I knew what to do with my life. I sigh solemnly and continue to watch the busy people.

I spend my time just sitting in my bedroom waiting for ajumma, samchon and Dohyun to wake up. It really sucks to be the first one up. Hiro has finally woken up and is now sitting on my lap, peacefully minding his own business. I push my head far back into my pillow, dying of boredom. I'm becoming restless. I need something to do. Carefully, I push the cat off my lap and to the side. I slip out of bed and head to the small bookshelf I had set up the day I moved in. I grab the first book of one of my favourite comics before plopping back into bed. I get comfy and let Hiro find his way back on my lap before reading.

It's now 9:13 and I finally hear sounds coming from downstairs. I've already made my way through about half of the comic. I sit up and stretch my limbs for the fiftieth time today. Since it's the weekend ajumma and samchon don't have work. Today is Saturday, the concert will be held in four days and I still havent decided if I should go. I shake the thought out of my head as I slip out of bed and quietly head downstairs. The fluffy white cat trailing close behind me.

I walk into the kitchen where ajumma and samchon are, sitting at the table. I bow my head in greeting.

"Good morning," I say politely. They smile at me and return the greeting.

"Ajumma would you like me to make egg sandwiches with beansprout soup for everyone? I don't mind helping out," I tell her with a sincere smile, already heading towards the fridge for the ingredients.

"Ani Aera, I am the house chef, no one can cook as well as me!" She cries out triumphantly. "Don't worry, I can make it."

I smile and nod my head, "arasseo ajumma." I begin to leave the kitchen and head back ustairs when my uncle calls my name.

"Aera."

"Yes samchon?"

"What kind of courses did you take in your last year of highschool? It's just easier to know so that we can enroll you into the right university."

I pause for a bit.

"Well, I took university level calculus and biology and some art here and there," I reply.

"Ah, our niece is so smart! Biology and calculus is great! There are many universities nearby that give out such courses. Are you thinking of becoming a doctor, Aera?" my uncle asks with wide, anticipating eyes.

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