The Wall Between Us (YoongixReader)

Chapter 2

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"Eomma! Can I come with you to the garden?"

"Of course, my son. I'll always need help with the weeds."

....crunch..crunch..crunch..crunch....

"Waah! Eomma, your flowers are so pretty!"

"Haha...thank you, son. A lot of work was put into these."

"Work?"

"Yes. I've come out here every morning and every evening to take care of these. See! Effort can make something beautiful!"

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"Eomma, what kinds of flowers are these ones?"

"The purple ones? Those are my favorite. They're called anemone. Beautiful, huh?"

"Yeah..."

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"Hey, son."

"Ne, eomma?"

"If the time comes that I...have to leave, will you make sure that these flowers come with me?"

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"Okay, eomma!"

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"HEY! WAKE ME UP! SAY NOTHING'S ENOUGH! I'M DYING TO LIVE! SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE!" I sing, not really caring about how similar I sound to a dying goat. I finally finished unpacking and was relaxing by screaming my lungs out.

Right as I finish rocking out to All Time Low, a call stops the next song from playing. I groan and walk to the speaker to answer it. It's my brother.

"Yah! Relationship Virgin! Where are you?" He asks angrily.

Oh, crap! I totally forgot.

I pout and resist the urge to kick the ground. "I thought I said to stop calling me that!"

"I will once you get a boyfriend I like. Or a girlfriend. I don't judge!" He chuckles through the phone.

"Oppa!" I cry, heat rushing to my face.

He laughs. "Hurry and get out here. Or I'll leave without you."

"I'm on my way!" I sing into the phone and end the call.

I look around my room with wide eyes. "I have to hurry!"

I quickly brush my teeth, comb out my hair and put on deodorant. I throw a random hoodie I had put in the closet. I run to my drawer and pull on a random pair of skinny jeans and leave on my black socks.

I grab my phone and run out of my room. I pick up my keys from the kitchen counter and put them in my pocket with my phone. I run to the door, pick up my shoes, and bolt out of there.

I forgot that the floors were made out of linoleum as I try to sprint out of the building. My body goes stiff, trying to catch my balance as I slide on my socks. I don't stop until I slide into the person in front of me, sending my shoes out of my hands. I let out a cry as pain runs through my ankle. We both fall onto the ground.