A certain playground. x June 19xx.
There She was sitting there, along with the flowers of various colors, the green grass, the sandbox filled with sand from Busan, the blue and pink see-saw, the orange swings, the red tunnel. She was wearing a simple dress. Her hair was only up to her neck. She was wearing reading glasses. She was busy reading a book that looks too advance for her age. Her mother was nearby, also reading a book under the shade of a tree.
Soon, a boy approached her. He was wearing a striped shirt, blue shorts, sneakers. His hair was quite long for a boy, and there's that toothy grin. She looked up.
"Oh, it's you," she simply said. She soon went back to what she was reading.
He sat beside her. He puts his back behind her. He smiled as he looked up.
"You're reading things too advanced for your age, again," he started.
Her shoulders started shaking. He, as he was leaning on her, was shaking as well.
"Yah, what-" he started as he stopped leaning on her to look at her properly.
"Nothing. I just remember something funny," she replied, also looking at him.
"What is it?"
"I won't tell."
"Tell me! Come on, please!"
"It's about a funny book I read a few days back."
"Oh, never mind then," he said, as he leaned on her back once again. She just continued on reading. They stayed like this until her mother told her she needed to go home. She stood up. He was just lying there.
"See you tomorrow," she cheerfully said.
"Yeah," he said, smiling, as he just continued lying there, looking up to the sky.
She left. Soon, his mother approached her.
"Yonghwa-yah, let's go?"
"Okay," he said, standing up. He started yawning and looked back to the place they spent together.
There was that feeling that he can't explain.
Their mothers already knew that they were attached to each other ever since meeting that day on the same spot, with him setting up a trap and her tripping on that same trap. They had a very bad start. Due to frequent meetings on the playground, however, they soon became good friends. She gave him simple books to read, he taught her to create traps that she claims she will never do as it will harm someone.
Their parents knew that their connection would last quite a while.
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A certain playground. x August 20xx.
Even though they are already high school students, they still meet up at the same playground. The playground changed: the flowers were long dead, the grass is almost non-existent, the sandbox ran out of sand, the see-saw became blue and pink with a sprinkle of rust, the orange swings are still orange, but not due to the paint, but to the oxidation of iron. The only thing that never changed was the red tunnel as it was made of very strong plastic. She was already there. She was reading a book that is again, too advance for her age. She grew her hair, and it became very beautiful waves. Her body became more defined. She was still wearing reading glasses.
He arrived much later. He grew tall, but he didn't really leave her behind, height-wise. He became more handsome, as he became popular in their high school as the handsome musician. She was also popular as the silent beauty. They had admirers here and there. But those admirers didn't know of the after-school meetings they would have at the playground where they first met.
He reached the red tunnel panting. She stopped reading. He smiled, and she smiled back.
He entered the tunnel, now quite narrow for people their size. They were comfortably quiet.
"So," she started, "how was your day?"
He looked at her, and smiled brighter. "Band practice was good."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Remember that random harmony I hummed a few days back?"
"Yes, it was quite good."
"We created a song out of it. And yeah, it was quite good."
"Really? Let me hear it, then."
He smiled. He cleared his throat. He sang the song that he would not record until 2012, the year she will get married to a certain businessman and he will become a famous rock star in Japan. But they didn't know that yet.
After singing, she clapped her hands, her eyes smiling.
"That was really good!" she exclaimed.
"This is our song," he declared.
She stared at him, long and hard. Then she laughed.
"Jeongmal, Yoo~ong, you really are a good joker."
"I'm not joking. I will create lots of songs, but I will never release this when I become famous. Only the two of us will know about this song, Hyuu~un."
"Yoo~ong."
"Hyuu~uuuuun."
"Yoo~oooooooooooooong."
Hyu-hyu-hyuu~uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun."
They kept at it for fifteen minutes until somone threw a rock at the tunnel. A few seconds later, they heard a thud.
She laughed. He was confused.
"Why?" he started.
"Remember the trap you made when we first met?" she began.
"Yes, what abo-," he started. Then his facial expression changed. "Oh, please, don't tell me-"
"Yup~!" she answered with a sinister grin.
"Why did you have to do that?"
"Because."
"I should never have taught you how to make traps."
"Haha, I guess you're right."
Silence.
"But really, why did you set that trap up?" he sincerely asked.
She looked down. She took a deep breath. She looked up. She looked at him. She motioned on her glasses, as they were slipping away.
"Because that someone made a mistake walking around here on our time."
His eyes widened, then turned to a smile. His toothy grin was evident as well.
She also smiled. She put her hair behind her ear.
He approached her, ever so slowly. She averted her gaze. He touched her chin. He made her face him. He removed her glasses. Her eyes were looking at him. Those eyes, as if they are looking through you, are the things that he loved most about her. She told him once that his grin was the thing she loved the most.
He kissed her forehead. He kissed her eyes. He kissed her nose. He kissed both her cheeks. He kissed her lips.
They were so into what they were doing that they did not notice two people looking on to them.
"Hey."
They quickly moved away from each other, as they were definitely surprised. They were kids, thankfully. But what they heard afterwards made their faces red.
"You two suck at kissing," the first one said. He was pale and handsome. Yong thought that he will be a player one day.
"Yeah, you're right about that. Even I can do better," the second one said. He was tall and lanky for someone his age. Hyun thought he will also be a player one day.
"Yah, ahjusshi," the first one told Yong.
He was flabbergasted at being called an ahjusshi. He was still in high school. He looked and smiled at him, anyways.
"Try putting your tongue in more," he sneered.
He blushed.
"A little second base could help too," the second one chirped.
She looked down.
"Yah!" he sermoned the two. "You two aren't old enough to talk about that!"
"But I've got more experience than you, ahjusshi," the first one said. "Between me and Jungshin are ten girls already."
He had enough. "Just get out already before I smash my guitar into your heads."
They laughed, greeted them politely, and left.
They just sat there. Shocked at what they heard.
"Kids these days," he said.
She could only nod.
"But we should do what-"
She slapped his face.
"Ouch! What the-"
"We'll get there eventually. Let's just take our time."
He understood what she meant. He nodded. He held her hand. She tightened her girp.
All of a sudden, they heard a crash. They soon heard the voice of the handsome one.
"Aish, what the hell! Who put this-"
She suddenly started laughing.
He knew what was that about. He smiled, gave her a peck on the cheek, and asked her, "How many more are left?"
"Just one more, for the tall one."
Sure enough, they heard another loud crash, and another set of inappropriate curse words from a kid whose mouth and personality don't fit his age.
Author's note: I really should be doing my philosophy paper right now, BUT WHAT THE HELL. HAHAHAHA. And oh! This one-shot is sponsored by this song:
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