tiny mushrooms

the other side of things.

[ TEN. ]
jisung's perspective

it was seven in the morning and my alarm clock didn't ring. i was used to waking up at that same time everyday, so i found myself not needing one.

i also found myself thinking about something.

someone.

her name was mushroom, a nickname i gave her because of her hairstyle—and because that little shit called me tiny and i needed something to call her in response. needless to say, it stuck.

we played freeze tag together everyday in the playground. she walked up to me one day and asked; since i was just as lonely, i accepted.

i still remember so much about her.

like how she was lonely in school and people made fun of her big teeth, plus the fact that she liked juice better than soda, and that her room was pink.

i told her a couple things in return, like my hatred for lemons and being a lonely asian kid in elementary school, but everyone knows that about me.

she was a very nice friend to me—we shared food and told each other how our day went.

we could've been friends forever, but i had to be the one that moved neighborhoods and never thought to get mushroom's number or anything.

i wonder how she's doing now, but i also wonder if she's close to me and i just never knew.

for the last month i've been thinking about mushroom much more and i don't know where it came from.

i don't believe in destiny, but a lingering little part of me—a tiny part of me—hoped that i'd find my way back to her.

today wasn't one of those days where i felt like going to school, so i called minjung and explained my situation to her.

"hey minjung," i spoke into the phone, "do you wanna skip with me today?"

"jisung park? skipping?" she laughed.

i set my phone down on my dresser and put it on speaker before looking for a shirt to wear.

"it's important," i said while rummaging through my closet, "kinda thought of something that happened a while back and i needed some time to think about it."

"must be a tragedy," she said sarcastically.

"it kinda is," i pulled out a black tee and changed into it, "i'll explain more on the bus, yeah?"

"i can wait," i could hear minjung smile through the phone, "but i gotta go before my mom curses at me in korean...bye!"

the call ended and i was done changing, so i sent her a text.

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lmk when you're at the bus stop! -

- i will dw
- ps: my mom said korean men are trash

she married one -

- she did the first time lmao
- just ask my stepdad