His Flower || UNDERGOING EDITING

House Phones and Pizza

Elloooo people. So this is my first fanfiction and first story on Wattpad so if you have any advice or feedback please feel free to comment. Enjoy! :)

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Ara's P.O.V

"We're here!" my mother exclaims, maybe a little to enthusiastic. We had just drove a couple hours from the Mapo District in Seoul to Busan. I take my earbuds out and smile at her the best I can. "Oh come on Ara, you know we had to move." She looks at her feet and puts her hands on the door handle, "To many memories back home." After that, she leaves the U-Haul and walks up to our new apartment building.

Once we got all the boxes up the long staircase and into the two bedroom, one bathroom apartment, I sort the boxes labeled A and take them to my new "room." I don't really consider it a room until I've actually lived in it. Made memories that left hidden dents in the floor and tiny cracks that only I knew about. It's not a room until I pour my tears on my bed, and laugh so hard I cry on my carpet.

My clothes are all arranged in my closet and I chuck my few pair of shoes in my closet floor not caring if they're unorganized. My books lay in the corner neatly stacked from my favorites to ones I haven't read because I still need to put by bookcase together. After unpacking the necessities, I realize the growling in my stomach getting louder. What are we eating?

I walk to the living room and see that mom is sitting on the floor and has started unpacking all the cords to the electronics. Boxes cover the floor around her, some labeled BLANKETS, PLATES, FRAGILE, MEMORIES. However there's one box next to the front door that still has the tape around the folds. PHOTOS is scribbled on the side of the cardboard with black sharpie ink. in front of me mom struggles to untangle the house phone cord from the radio one. Giving up out of frustration and defeat, she throws them on the ground with a groan.

"Why can't I just be a fairy godmother and wave my wand? Then all these damn boxes would be unpacked." She said to herself while laughing.

"Because mom, that would mean you could go to bed at a decent time for once in your life." She turns to look at me while I walk up to her. Her eyes have bags that seem like they weigh a ton. All the driving and stress is taking a toll on her health. I sit down beside her and lean my head on her shoulder and ask, "What's for dinner?"

"You really think I'm going to cook?"

"You really thought I wanted you to cook?"

"Brat."

"Mom."

We then turn to look at each other and see who's going to blink first. Once we have tears in our eyes, we suddenly burst into laughter. We normally don't do stuff like this but I think the fact that it's ten o'clock at night and we're both exhausted, we're also full of laughter. In the end we decide to go out to this local restaurant that was recommended to mom by one of her friends.

Since we had to leave our old car back in Seoul, we walked down the side walks to the restaurant. After crossing a few streets and turning a few corners, we finally made it to a little hole-in-the-wall diner. The first thing you see when you walk into the place is the black and white checkered floor that filled the whole place. Black chairs with red cloth seats were in sets of four around all the square black tables, and a neat little kitchen was in the back with people yelling orders.

"I wasn't expecting a diner to be open this late in the evening." Mom says to the host that seats us. The young girl explained to her that the owner likes to keep it open twenty four seven for business. And also something about the finances that I really didn't pay attention to. Once we were seated another younger girl, probably a junior in high school, brought us out our drinks and handed us the menus.

"Jimin! I'm about to clock out. Can you take this table for me? I have a paper due tomorrow that needs serious editing!" I look over my shoulder to see who the girl was talking to and had to do a double take. Right behind me, leaning on the bar counter of the diner was a boy with orange hair and a jaw line that could cut me from ten feet away. In more basic terms; This dude is hot.

"Yeah sure Jeon. I've been looking for something to keep me busy anyway." He says with a thick Busan accent. He starts to make his way over to our table to grab our former waitress's order sheet and I can't help but notice how his white button down really accents his arm muscles. Apparently I had been staring to long because after a minute he look at me and gave me a half smile. I about melted right then and there.

"Hello, I'm Jimin and I'll be serving you. Do you need a minute to look over the menu?"

My mom being the friendly and oblvious person she is, doesn't realize my little crush and procedes with saying,"I think we'll have the large pizza. Ara here can eat like a line backer."

After hearing mom say this my whole face becomes a tomato and I can't help but shot her a loving glare.

"One large pizza coming right up." Jimin says and he looks in my direction and shoots me a smile.

After about 30 minutes and 100 growls from my stomach, our pizza finally arrived on a silver tray. While me and mom dug in to it, grease covered our mouths from corner to corner and occasionally one of us would let the other know if some tomato sauce had made its' way to our nose. I don't know if it was the long car ride, unpacking millions of boxes, or the shear stress, but this pizza was the best pizza I've ever had.

Once we paid for our food mom and I started on our journey back home. I never really noticed it while we were walking here, but now I'm noticing the part of town were in. Graffiti lined almost all the buildings, multiple street lights had been smashed, and the smell of drugs leave a musk in the air. I shake off the unsafe feeling that slowly grows in my body and continue walking along side my mom. But I can't stop looking and noticing girls getting into guys cars and old men walking the side walks. I can't wait to get back to the apartment.

"Mom, I'm going to bed. Are we doing anything tomorrow?"

"All we're doing tomorrow is unpacking."

And with that, I went to my room. As I open my door I trip over one of the half empty boxes. I see something shiny in the bottom of the box and reach in carefully to see what it was. Once I see what it is tears line my face and I walk over to the bed with the silver picture frame in my hand. Inside the frame is a 4x6 photo of me and my dad. Dad. In the picture I'm only 15. Me and dad are sitting in the stadium seats at a baseball game and he's wearing the most ridiculous hat I've ever seen. We're both smiling like idiots and you can tell we really enjoyed being there.

I miss him. Why did he have to go? He didn't deserve to go! The car was suppose to hit me! Me! Not him! If he didn't grab that damn steering wheel and move the car, it would've been me! Just like it should have been! Why can't mom believe me when I say "It wasn't my fault?"

I don't realize it but hot tears come down harder on my face and I'm a mess. I grip the picture to my chest and fall asleep crying. Welcome to Busan.

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A/U: Aghhhh I hate setting up a story but it will get better trust me. Don't forget I update every Monday and some Fridays. Peace out.