Come To Me | A Park Hyungsik Fanfiction ✔️

d & a

Mid-September 2017

(Hyeyeon's Studio)

Reaching out for my last set of laundry from the washer, I piled the newly washed clothes into the rattan basket as my hands worked quickly against the nick of time.

I can't leave her outside alone.

Hana, that is.

Just when I had least expected it, Hyewon unnie rang me up with an emergency favor on a Friday morning - Hana's nursery has had to shut down on a late notice due to an influenza outbreak.

I guess one could call her lucky for having a sister who gets rest days on weekdays, when the bulk of the population would be sitting in their office cubicles, eyes focused on their machines.

Coming out from the utilities room with my hands full, I caught a surprisingly obedient Hana quietly munching on her biscuits with one hand, while holding on to my phone with another. Her eyes were fixed diligently on the gadget, ignorant of the crumbs that surrounded the circumference of her body while a pop tune played softly in the background.

But at the very least, she was sitting still.

Knowing it would not be long before her hyper-activeness resumed, I waltzed past the little one with my rattan basket, wasting no time in unfolding the drying rack by the side of my study. With drawn curtains and opened windows, a good amount of autumn sunlight was welcomed into the space, and I hurriedly draped my undergarments, socks, t-shirts and shorts over the rack.

And just like that, the room was silent no more. 

The room was invaded by a clear whistled hook, which blasted on my phone speakers against an upbeat acoustic guitar rhythm. Picking herself up in glee, Hana's shriek was as loud as day when she shook her hips and flipped her hair to the musical bop. 

Stepping away from the window, I stepped into the world of the five-year-old. "Wow, uri Hana has got some dance moves!"

Pleased with the compliment, Hana offered me her widest grin, revealing her missing front tooth. At the new and unfamiliar music, I stole a glance at the music video, finding seven young handsome lads flashing spectacular dance moves against a vibrant pop of colors. With slick choreography and intense gazes that sent women and children into a heart-fluttering spree, I found myself unable to peel my eyes from the aesthetically-pleasing screen.

Every one of them looked out-of-this-world beautiful.

And when I actually paid attention to one of the boys, recognition finally said hi. This must be Taehyung's award-winning, record-breaking and history-remaking boy group.

"Hana, who are these boys?"

Hana's two little hands were stuck to her cheeks, indescribably shocked by the fact that her one and only aunt may have been living under a rock. Doing her best to roll her tongue with the absence of her front tooth, she cried, "BTSZZ! Thizz iz BTSZZ!"

I scooted closer to her. "I see. It's BTS! Well, what's the name of this song?"

Holding out her left arm, I saw her open palm as she turned the back of her hand. Her right index finger softly tapped her left forearm, each new tap lower than the previous until it came to her wrist. Making an impression with her simple but precise dance move, Hana proudly revealed the name of the song.

"D and A!!"

The young girl's innocent face was too much to take, but I'd rather not break her heart. After all, this could have been Hyewon unnie's method of educating Hana on the alphabets.