While her brother was carrying the boxes from the moving truck. Heeyoung play with her baseball, throwing it into the air and catching it as she looked outside their new apartment.
"Heeyoung, quit playing and help me." Yeonwoo snarled at her.
She put the baseball back in the box and stood up gloomily. When he passed his brother, he grabbed her arms and sighed at her.
"Heeyoung, don't — don't be like that." He said feeling pity for her sister for leaving her baseball team in Busan.
She tried to hide her emotions when her father told them they will be relocating to the city. She need to leave her friends and team mates, not to mention the fact that she might not be able to play baseball again.
When her brother grabbed her, she usually just fight him with an equally forceful punch but today, she found herself crying.
Yeonwoo's arms envelops her sister. She was usually tough more than charming, resilient more than sweet and this is the first time she cried instead of fighting back.
"Don't make papa feel bad just because you can't play baseball." Yeonwoo said as he wiped her tears. "You can meet new friends here. Papa and Mama will introduce you to the children of their friends."
Heeyoung nodded but he knows that she was still not okay. "Our next door neighbor is Papa's friend, too. Besides, don't you want Papa to be happy? All his friends are here."
When Heeyoung sobs, Yeonwoo hugs her tighter. "Do you wanna play catch?"
She nodded and Yeonwoo smiled. "Help me first then we'll play a game."
——
When Heeyoung reach her new school, she knows she wouldn't fit in. The girls have well kept curly hairs and fitted uniforms. Hers was still short not to mention dry and rough. She grab her cap and was about to get off their car when her father held her hand.
"You don't have to wear a cap sweetheart." Hobi said.
"I know but I want to." Heeyoung said as she looks outside. "I don't belong here, Papa."
"What are saying? You're great at making friends. Besides, Hayoon and Taewon are your classmates so you wouldn't feel like an outsider. Your Uncle Taehyung also told me Taewon is the School Council president so he'll help you adapt."
"No, papa. I don't belong here. Look at them. Look at me. All these kids, they grow up in privelege. I know you can afford me studying here but— I don't act like them." Heeyoung cries.
When they decided to relocate, all Hobi wanted is to he close to his parents and sister. Not to mention, every single one of his friends are now in Seoul. He thought that since Heeyoung never had a problem at school she could easily adapt, uprooting her from Busan might be much more difficult that he anticipated.
Hobi sighed. "Heeyoung—"
"Can I go back to Busan?" She pleaded.
"This is the first time after many years that the four of us are in the same house. I know it's hard for you. I know all of this is new to you. But for me, please sweatheart, can you at least try?" Hobi watched her daughter bite her lips and nodded slightly.
There was a knock on the car door and it was Taewon smiling at them with Hayoon checking her nails behind him. Hobi rolled off the window and nudge her daughter.
