we had spent the whole week planning every single detail about what i'm going to wear for the school's winter party.
i was exhausted! seriously, mom. you worry about this more than me!!
"yn.. i think that's all," my mom nodded as she checked what was inside the shopping bags for the fifth time.
"can we go home now?" i asked and pouted, "the event is tomorrow, so i need to rest!" i pleaded her to say yes.
"okay, fine.."
we got in the car and my mom put on the radio. our favourite song was on.
"ohhh yes!" we said in unison.
its about to go down!
so, there we were. my mom and i singing and dancing along to our favourite song.
the guitar break came on and we were just in a red light.
"go, mom!" i cheered her on as she played the air guitar.
the song finished just when we arrived home. the mall wasn't far from home, but since we bought lots and lots and lots of things.. we had to bring the car.
"that was great!" i said as we got off the car.
"yes, even the dust was dancing along," she laughed.
"but really, mom, we need to clean the car!"
"when your dad comes back from his business trip, we will, okay?"
we got in the house.
"how long is dad going to be away for?"
"he said he would be back when he was allowed to.. there's a possibility that we will go live there."
"go live..? w-where..?" i don't want to move.. i would miss jungkook too much..
"busan.. come on, yn, it isn't that bad.."
"it isn't that bad..?! it's in the other side of the country!"
"you've always been happy about moving places... is jungkook that important to you..?"
i didn't think that she would mention him.
"a-actually.. yes. he was been the only person, along with tae, who has been my friend since the beginning.. who never left me alone.. and who defended me.. it would be hard to move somewhere else.."
i looked down to the floor.
"look, yn.. i understand you.. but there's nothing we can do. its your father's job. if they tell him that he has to move, we'll move with his, because we all stick together. we're a family, yn.. imagine how sad your father's life would be if he was living alone in busan.. we can't leave him there alone. plus, you and jungkook can text and call each other.. it isn't that bad."
"it isn't the same thing.."
"of course, it isn't."
"what if i get bullied again? what would happen then? you've never done anything about it.."
"you have to find ways of dealing with it, yn.." my mom spoke, unsure.
"but what if i can't deal with it?!" i looked up at her face, "can't you see that i've been struggling with it?!"
"don't raise your voice at me," she said, with her deep voice, "and go to your room."
i stormed off and banged my bedroom door. I threw myself on the bed.
"why are you like this.." i whispered.
i felt a tear, flowing down my cheek. i wiped it off. then there was another one, and another one. soon enough, i started sobbing. i hugged the teddy bear that jungkook gifted me tightly.
