First part of the Beverage-Series
Seoul, South Korea. Inbetween of skyscrapers and millions of people, there are two people who somehow seem to always hit the Rock Bottom of life. Mentally, financially, always down to do whatever it takes to some...
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"Jaehyun oppaaaa! KIM! JAE! HYUN!"
I woke up from the sound of small stones that were thrown at my window and a very familiar voice shouting my name deeply out of her lungs.
The sun threw its light straight into my face.
And when I finally realized, whose voice it was that was yelling my name, I suddenly sat up straight and looked around my room with my eyes wide open.
My old room, with the playful patterns on the walls and the big window that turned everything dreamy when the weather was good.
Just half-awake, rubbing my tired eyes with my fists, I toddled towards the noise that was coming from outside the house, opened the window and looked down to my friend, who was waving at me in excitement.
I grew a big smile on my face.
"Wait, I'm coming down!", I shouted and quickly started putting my clothes on.
The door was left open behind me.
My small feet naturally carried my body through the narrow corridor, until I reached the end of it and quickly ran down the stairs.
And straight into my mother's arms.
I was giggling, as she lifted me up and spinned me around a few times, before putting me back down and stroking my cheeks with a warm, loving smile on her face.
"Jaehyun-ah. Take care of yourself when you're playing with your friends, okay? I prepared a lunchbox for you."
"Yes, Eomma. Thank you!"
The small wrinkles around her eyes appeared again, when her smile grew brighter.
I didn't understand it, but her eyes were always glowing, when she looked at me.
I watched her, as she placed me on a chair next to the kitchen door and retied my shoelaces.
Those stupid laces.
I was still learning to tie them and they always loosened up, when I tried it.
When she was done, she gave me the said lunchbox and send me off with a big hug, placing kisses on my whole face.
When the front door opened, I could already see my friend, smiling at me and we quickly started running.
Waving back at my mom a last time, we grabbed our bikes and were off to our journey, picking up another friend from his house and riding to the forest where we often played, just the three of us.
The time always flew by, when we were together.
We were sitting at the small lake in the forest, bathing our bodies in the warmth of the setting sun, when the small girl suddenly dropped the bomb that shocked us both, Hyung and me.
"I have to move in two weeks..."
We didn't ever sat up straight as fast, as we did in that moment.
Our eyes met, before we stared at the girl again and pulled her up to look at us.
But she just buried half of her face on her knees and let her gaze wander above the surface of the lake.
"But you just moved here four months ago! You can't move again!"
Hyung's voice sounded upset.
Pretty much the same amount of being upset, that I felt deep inside of me.
With the difference, that I wasn't exactly able to express it very well.
So I just followed her gaze to the water surface and took the same posture as her.
The scene changed.
It was the last day of the second grade of elementary school and I stood in front of the school gates, Hyung and my mom next to me, both of our faces looking dull and empty.
And when he got into the car of his dad, his eyes looked sad.
A sadness I had never seen on him before.
The whole car was packed with cartons and luggage.
It left and I crouched down, watching it getting smaller and smaller in front of me.
Another scene change.
I was older now. A lot.
I sat in the car with my parents, they were happily singing in the front seats and I looked out of the window with a gloomy look on my face.
They were trying to cheer me up, as I didn't want to go where they were taking us.
I didn't want to move.
I didn't want to go to that giant city, where I had nothing but my parents and me.
Where I didn't know anyone.
"Come on, Jaehyun-ah, smile for me, please! It's going to be great in Seoul, I promise!"
And with the words of my mother, there was a crash.
My head banged against my dad's seat and everything went black.
Sirens.
The voices of the paramedics, yelling things I didn't understand.
My eyes opened slowly, my head was tilted to one side.
And I saw my parent's faces disappearing under a huge blanket.
