ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

childhood crush. [kunwin]

I sink myself down into the car's leather seat, pulled my knees to my chest and folded myself like a chair. it was probably not healthy for my back, but whatever. my younger brother was sitting next to me, playing his dumb games on his phone.

I looked out through the window. due to my father's speed, the view was sorta blurry but I recognized the place. how couldn't I? this was my hometown before we moved to the city.

I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in this stupid car, listening to the stupid song on the stupid radio while my mom sings along, being forced to survive with my one of a hell little brother.

most importantly, I don't want to go back to my hometown.

it's a small town with old rickety houses, a park with a polluted lake, a gas station, a beach, a few factories and shops that keep the economy running, and a playground.

I don't hate it, I couldn't. this is where I grew up. the place I spent my childhood. I remember going out every evening with my friends, messing around and climbing up trees or swimming in the river, that wasn't polluted back then, for fun.

then when I turned eleven, my brother couldn't be older than six, we moved to the city. since then I haven't step a foot here because I was busy in college.

but now I'm currently on my semester break and my parents suggested to visit my grandparents here. they're both in their middle seventies, and retired from the farm they used to run for years, but they are still strong as ever.

of course, I retorted, but my parents insisted. and they weren't up for any suggestions or complaints so here we are. according to my mother, we will be spending about two weeks here. yikes.

" alright, kids. we're here ." my father announced, grinning as he stopped the car when we reached our grandparents' house.

I could tell our parents are way more enthusiastic than my brother and me. the kid kept paying attention to his phone even when we all got out to get our bags, and I certainly don't feel good being here.

not because of the surroundings, or because of my grandparents, or whatsoever reason. I just don't want to bump into a certain guy.

" hey, renjun ." I called for my brother, knocking on the window on his side. " let's go, kid, I got your bag ."

he lets out the loudest sigh I ever heard in my whole life. he's also against the idea, because of what we all know, the wi-fi reception isn't really good here. and god forbids for renjun to spend two minutes without the internet.

he got out anyways, and took his backpack from me. he slings it over a shoulder and took my hand as we walked next to each other. he gave my hand a light squeeze and looked up to me.

" I already want to go home ."

I chuckled and ruffled his hair. he's sixteen now, but he still acts like he's six. he's smaller than me and debatably cuter, but he could get really loud. I'm more introverted than him so I don't really speak unless needed.

we stood in front of the door as our mother knocked on the door. I scanned the surroundings. it had been eleven years since I've been here but nothing changed much.

after a while, my grandma opened the door and gave us all a big smile. she pulled my mother into a tight embrace and they did what women always do when they greet each other – which is a yikes factor.

we stay put until our grandma turned her attention to us. mainly to renjun, because he's younger, and it's in the rules for the youngest to get more attention. I'm fine with that.