broken ¤ jeongin

6

park seungri

"Get ready everyone, we're having a one week trip starting on Monday."

Everyone was talking about the school trip. We will be going to Jeju on Monday and get back to Seoul on Saturday.

It was still break time and it just so happened that we had to transfer to the main building with the upper level. This level and the upper level are the only ones who will be going to the trip.

"Seungseung," a loud voice shouted causing me to flinch. The others jolted their heads up. I swear Seungmin...

"Seungseung," Seungmin exclaimed and hugged me tightly. I started coughing.

"Y-you're suffocating m-me," I stuttered. He looked at me apologetically and behaved.

"Seungseung?"
         
              "The hell..."

  "It's her, again."

Whispers were again heard. I sighed at the feeling of being glared at.

"Don't worry," he said and kept me buried on his chest. I fixed myself and smiled at him.

"You don't have to do this," I said and scanned the girls. I was neither comfortable nor happy.

"Today's half day right? Let's go to the arcade," he suggested. A smile was plastered on his face as he said the last sentence. Me, being a good friend, decided to agree. The next thing after this break time was literally just free time before dismissal.

All of a sudden, Seungmin dragged me to an unfamiliar place. There were many plants in the way.

"W-wait, where are we," I asked completely confused. Seungmin smiled and dragged me through a bush. A surprise jolted me. It was a place that you would most likely see on fantasies. In front of us stood a big wooden gazeebo with vines twisted on some of its pillars.

"I discovered this place yesterday. I thought of showing it to you," Seungmin said in between breaths. He saw the smile on my face and chuckled.

"I knew you would like it," he added and held onto one of the pillars. This place felt nostalgic. I suddenly pulled out my phone. The date today surprised me.

"S-seungmin, can we please go somewhere after the arcade," I asked stuttering. He scrunched his eyebrows.

"Where," he asked cluelessly.

"To where my mom was buried."

"B-buried?" His tone was shaky. I could tell he was confused.

"The person you've been living with isn't your mom," he asked, I nodded.

"Ne, she's my aunt. Y-you didn't know?"

"N-no..."