𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
Kang Yeosang. November 15th, 1980. | Saturday, 4:45 PM. WARNING: Death.
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"Oh! You should tell her what happened at the birthday party when MiMi accidentally whacked Jonggie on the head with her toy," San says, his knees up to his chest as Yeosang sat beside him on his knees in front of his mother's bed while Jongho was leaning back on his arms. Yeosang's mother laid on her side, a weak smile on her face as her son's friends told her numerous stories that brought joy to her slow beating heart.
"You... boys seemed to have so much fun," She weakly said, hacking out a bitter cough right after. Yeosang gently rubbed her back, "I... only got a little excited b-because my baby has such nice friends."
"He deserves the best," Jongho spoke up, stretching out his legs and crossing them over the other. "We're slowly tryin' to get him to hang out with us more often."
"Mhm! Always working, no time for us," San agreed with a short nod, receiving a frown from the brunette. "Your glares don't scare me."
Yeosang's mother weakly chuckles, interrupted by another cough. "Always working..." She repeats in a fragile voice, her eyes staring at her son. "You... know it's o-okay to have fun with your f... friends?"
"Yes, Mama," Yeosang mumbles, furiously blushing since he was being scolded in front of San and Jongho. "I know that."
"Hm." She hums softly, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the lovely stories Jongho and San continued to tell her until she fell asleep. Yeosang took that as a hint for them to let her rest, gently tapping both of their legs, letting them know that she's slumbering. The three boys got up from their spots, Yeosang quietly closing the door while San and Jongho put on their book-bags.
"Thank you for stopping by," Yeosang said, holding the door open as his friends stood outside the front door. "It... certainly means a lot to her. A-And to me, too."
"'Course! It's always a pleasure," San exclaims cheerfully, smiling brilliantly at the brunette while Jongho simply nodded. "We'll see you tomorrow, Sangie!"
"Of course, get home safely." Yeosang watched his friends enter the smelly stairwell, watching them disappear once the door closed. He gently sighs and closes the door behind him, locking it with the latch at the top.
"Did your friends leave?" Yunhee asked, exiting out of the bathroom with another mousetrap in her hand. "I found more hiding under the sink."
"Gross." Yeosang cringes at the thought of the mice-infested sink in their bathroom and kitchen, his skin crawling at the thought. "How much do we have left to get out of this junk?"
Yunhee hesitates, tossing the mousetrap in the black trash bag, "Um... a few hundred won." Yeosang sighs heavily, defeated by the answer, and sits down on the couch he calls his bed. "You should rest up, Yeosang-ah. You still have school in the morning."
