Spring Snow

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With a muted clatter of her black wooden cane against the off-blue carpet, the grey haired woman collapsed onto her side, seeming to struggle with her breathing. "Oh shit.." I mumbled, as I frantically snatched up the store phone by the register and punched in the number for the emergency services. I had to call this number a few times in highschool, but it had been about 7 years since then. I was 20 now, and it felt new having to deal with something so utterly important. After 1 and a half rings, an operator responded which allowed me to tell them about the situation, whilst I knelt on the floor and mouthed words to calm the powerless other.

After half a minute, I ended the call. "The ambulance are coming, you'll be fine in a few minutes." I forced a smile at the woman on the floor, but her lack of response, tears and abnormally heavy breathing told me the ambulance better press on the gas.

By the feeling of ice cold snow on the left of my face, I turned my head to the creaking door- the hooded boys from earlier ran out with some supplies of various sizes. I sighed as I looked down at the lightly suffocating aged woman before me, deciding to reach into my bag and pour a bit of crisp spring water into her mouth.

10 minutes later, the woman who was clinging on for her life in front of me was now receiving oxygen and was on her way to the local hospital. After heaving a sigh, I sat back in my stool, waiting for a customer. Just as I was about to reach for my phone, Jungkook walked through the door in a navy blue zip up hoodie(open and hood down); a white oversized tee; black jeans that outlined muscular thighs I never knew existed under his school trousers, and branded trainers. What surprised me most was how different Jungkook looked without his Harry Potter glasses. This was a completely different boy- oh it's Saturday. "Hi hyung. I got your supplies back." Really? Angel. The boy suddenly got shy as he placed 2 a5 canvases, a blue paint bottle and some spray paint cans onto the desk. He stepped back and scratched his neck with an adorable bunny smile.
"You look so different Jungkook. You are generally different too." I felt the need to mention, still trying to process how this student was the same one I saw yesterday. Uniform makes people look young and timid I guess.
"How do you know my name?" I forgot he doesn't know.
"Every person that passed you and saw the label you had yesterday saw it." Tapping my own puffy coat covered chest to remind the other where his name was written, I chuckled, thinking the younger probably forgot to rip it off. The cold from when the black haired teen opened the door finally got to me, making me lower my hand to sit on both, whilst bopping up and down in the high backless chair.

"Oh yeah. Anyway, I told you it would snow." Jungkook pointed his hand to the shop window, both of us turning to look at the falling specs of ice outside. He looked at it as if it was the most beautiful thing you could find, I just didn't like what I was seeing.
"I don't like snow, you know that. And what are you doing wearing a thin hoodie like that in an atmosphere under freezing point?" Smirking, I outstretched my arm from under my butt and pointed to Jungkook's hoodie whilst putting my toasty hood over my head.
"Don't try to talk smartly to me, I'm the student here." Jungkook giggled as he walked away, and at the same time a teenage girl younger than him walked into the store.
"I'm the one with an IQ of 148." The bunny toothed boy swivelled on his feet to look at me with an astonished expression, then he chuckled and returned to his seemingly pointless browsing.

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"Hey Jungkook," the said boy looked up from an electric eraser to me. "Why do you like snow so much?"
"How can you not?" The younger beamed, playing with the eraser by switching it on and off.
"It's cold as hell, and besides, it's March." It's not supposed to snow in spring.
"What feels like bad weather to other people helps calm me down and is nice to have whilst doing art projects." Jungkook simply shrugged and looked back at the eraser. After a moment, he placed it back and picks up an overly large manual eraser, and furrows his eyebrows in thought. "Also, just because an event defies the odds of it happening means you can't appreciate its rareity?" The youth questioned, looking at me with a tilted head, slightly confused. Oh good point… "Art is beautiful if you look at it the right way, and it's the same with weather, especially snow." I disagree.
"No it's not." I fired.
"I think so." The teen shrugged once more and smiled to himself, rubbing the eraser on the back of his left hand. I used to do that, I smiled at the reflection of my childhood memory. "One day, trust me, I will make you see the beauty of snow." Smiling wider, almost giddy like at his own words, Jungkook seemed like he was attempting to erase his hand away.
"Hm, how?" I questioned, ignoring the overly stupid action. The latter paused, then chucked the rubber carelessly out of his grasp, hey! He pushed his hands into his hoodie's pockets and grinned at me.
"Have you ever just stood and looked at the world around you?"