My only wish this year | h.js x l.mh

Santa, can you hear me?

16.12.09

last night i took a walk in the snow

Jisung walks around outside his house, jacket zipped up and blue beanie covering his already messy hair. he comes to a stop and plops down in the grass, looking up at the sky hoping for snow. it's tradition after all, going into town on the first snow and gulping down snow cones like it was summer even though he'd probably get cold shortly after.

when he sees little flurries he rushes inside and calls excitedly for his parents, dragging them to the windows when they say they can't believe it's already snowing. they roll their eyes and move to put their shoes on, jisung running into his room and wrapping himself up extra warm before he grabs his piggy bank and pulls out two $5 bills. he stuffs them in his pocket and follows his parents out the house.

they walk quickly to the snow cone shop, standing in the (short) line and waiting to buy snow cones. jisung bundles closer, trying to warm himself up as he watches the flurries float quickly  past his face. 

when he finally orders his cherry snow cone and steps to the side (waiting for his parents to pay) he overhears mean words coming from somewhere. when he looks up he sees a boy on the ground, and three other boys surrounding him and smashing his snow cone in his face. they used big words like faggot and homo and although jisung didn't know what those words meant, he could catch the tone they were using and it wasn't nice. he didn't like it one bit.

the boys walk away laughing and the other boy gets off the ground and wipes his snow cone off his face quick enough to tell his mother that he'd dropped it.

'sweetie, mommy can't buy you another one-'

'i know mommy, it's okay'

the boy's voice shook, lip quivering as he stands and fumbles with the ends of his sleeves. jisung can't take it anymore, he marches up to the snow cone lady and asks her what that boy, minho, had ordered. when he got the answer he demanded for her to make another of that flavour and he pulled out a five from his pocket and slammed it on the counter.

he walked over to minho shyly, tiptoeing gently in order not to scare him. when he was within arms reach he gently tapped him on the shoulder, thrusting the snow cone in his face a little too excitedly. the boy didn't mind though, looking past the extended snow cone to study jisung's face. he was starting to become a little restless.

the boy snapped out of whatever trance he was in when his mother told him to take the snow cone and say thank you, which he did. he got a little teary eyed, jisung moved closer and wiped his tears away quickly before giving him a hug and whispering that he'd see him around.

couples holding hands, places to go

his parents praise him when they walk out of the store hand in hand, telling him that he was such a good boy and that they were so proud of him, stopping by a craft store and saying that he was good enough to write a second letter to santa.

dear santa, 

i've been a really good boy this year! today i even helped a boy named minho who was being bullied. they called him a faggot and pushed him to the ground and that wasn't right. it's the same boy i helped last year. i asked for someone to love me santa, this year i hope you give me someone to love like mommy and daddy love each other instead of giving me minho.

he's a nice boy and i think we'll be good friends santa, but i want someone to love me the way that mommy does to daddy and minho can't be the mommy because he's not a girl. so please santa, this year i'm begging, please give me a nice prettyy girl to love me. 

love always, 

the goodest boy jisung