YOU ARE MY HEART Vol. 2: Back Again

Chapter 1

 It was a nice Sunday afternoon, the birds perched high above in the tree sang their sweet melody. The wind gently ruffled their feathers as the sunlight glistened on their wings. A child down below stared up at them happily and they glared down at him, confused at his smiled. He grabbed onto the rope ladder and began climbing up. They hopped around profusely before scattering off.

"Whee-In mama, Hwasa mama, what are you two doing?" The boy questioned after he reached the top of the ladder.

"Hwasa put down your binocular!" Whee-In demanded as she slapped Hwasa.

"Shh~ it's getting to the good part," Hwasa waved her off.

"What are you guys looking at?"

"Nothing," Whee-In smiled nervously.

"Why are you in my tree house?"

"We are—" Whee-In tugged Hwasa's shirt, trying to get her attention. "Hwasa—" Whee-In nudged, but she was too engrossed to stop and help Whee-In.

"Whee-In mama, what's wrong?"

"Jae-Yoon ah, we are—" Whee-In looked around trying to find a good excuse, "we are bird watching. Yes, bird watching," she laughed nervously as that was the best she could came up with.

"I wanna see," Jae-Yoon said excitedly, reaching for Hwasa's binocular.

"It's boring," Whee-In grabbed his hand, "you wouldn't wanna see it." She tried to find a new subject, "why are you back? Where's your friends?"

"They had to go home. It's lunch time."

"I'm sorry darling. You must be hungry. Let's go eat something."

"Okay~" Jae-Yoon grinned.

"Hwasa let's go," Whee-In tugged Hwasa.

"You two go ahead. The show's starting to get good."

"They're not a show you know," Whee-In grumbled.

"You're right," Hwasa chuckled. "They're way more interesting."

"You're unbelievable," Whee-In sighed.

"Whee-In mama, who are you talking about?" Jae-Yoon looked at Whee-In curiously.

"No one. No one. Let's go eat."

She climbed down the tree house with Jae-Yoon and proceeded to have lunch with him. As for Hwasa she was having the time of her life looking through her binocular.

"Oh, she just threw her pillow," Hwasa was being a commentator for herself. "She hit. She scores!" Hwasa chuckled. "I wonder if she gonna throw anything else." She perked up, "oh, oh, she picked up something else. Is that an alarm clock?" She shook her head and sighed. "Moonbyul unnie, you're done for."

Through the open balcony door, the messy room seemed as if it had experienced an earthquake. The bed linen was on the floor, clothes were scattered about, and various assortment of items were knocked over. Solar grabbed her pillow and Moonbyul quickly jumped to the other side of the bed.

"Let's talk about this honey," Moonbyul pleaded. "No need to get violent."

"Who's getting violent?" Solar threw her pillow at Moonbyul.

"You obviously," Moonbyul blurted it out without hesitating.

"What did you say!?"

"I—I didn't mean that," she tried to mitigate the damage. "You're definitely not violent. Definitely not," she emphasized.