As a child my parents never took Jin and I out. We either stayed home and watched a movie or were entertained by my mom's antics. For instance, Mom went all out and disguised herself as a pizza delivery guy. Not a woman - a dude. She knocked on the door of old Mrs. Ahn, who was a vegan, and wondered if she had ordered a deluxe meat lover's pizza. Mrs. Ahn was horrified by the dead cow toppings splattered on top of the cheese pizza. She slammed the door right in Mom's face. She was wheezing at that point. Dad, Jin, and I sat on our neighboring porch spectating the whole scene. We were rolling on the floor from laughing so much. Mom put so much effort into something just to hear her family laugh.
Even if we never went out, I can never say, in all my seventeen years of living, I ever went to a pottery barn.
Taehyung and I sat at a workstation in the cramped space, wiggling our feet to spin the pottery wheel. My calf was burning.So far, after fifteen minutes of molding, my lump of clay...still looked like a lump of clay. I didn't have a single creative bone in my body.
Taehyung...I couldn't really tell. I could see that he was creative though because it looked like a small, stubby pot thing. Mine...not even close.
"What're you sculpting?" I asked, not taking my eyes off my project.
"I'm making a small vase."
"For what?"
"Flowers, maybe."
"What kind?"
"Lilacs. If I can get my hands on them." Mmm. I loved lilacs. They reminded me of my seventh grade classroom. Ms. Cho always kept bouquets of lilac strung around the room. She said you couldn't get an air freshener any more natural than that.
"I like lilacs, too," I commented, smiling to myself. It was also my mother's favorite flower. Those were the flowers she chose to be buried with - right beside a picture of her family and her nearly completed sudoku book. She was a strange one.
Taehyung smiled my way.
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I looked down, feeling my cheeks heat up. My heart squeezed in my chest. Oops. I squished my clay a bit too hard so it looked like a...well...you could probably guess. I quickly smashed it down so Taehyung couldn't see it then peg me as a perv.
After that, I decided to make a bowl. Then I'll paint it, wrap it up, and give it to him. That way it would be easier for him to hold my heart.
