好きだ
好きだ
dino/arin
1296 w, g
a/n: based off Boku no Cinderalla by Tegomass. this was supposed to be a cute fic.
If the guy on the weather forecast predicts correctly, the flowers would be in full bloom tomorrow. Chan stares at the cherry blossom trees along the road from the window of his bedroom while sitting at his desk, feeling pumped up for the next day. Everything must go well.
All of a sudden, there’s a knock on his door. He instinctively hides the card that he’s been working on all night by slipping them in between one of his books. The door opens just in time and his parents peek in.
“Chan, can we talk to you for a bit?” his mother asks. Her tone is more serious than usual.
He gulps, wondering if he did something recently that made them angry. Well, he did sneak three M&M’s instead of two as he promised when Hansol offered, but that’s because earlier Hansol ate the kimbap slice which had a larger chunk of egg roll than the rest. Chan was saving that for the last.
Now that he thinks about it, he also used his allowance to buy a small notebook with a Turning MeCard cover, even though he already has one notebook that his mother bought before the year began. Did she find out?
“You see, Chan, your dad has been transferred to another place. That means, we will have to move,” his mother starts explaining, interrupting his train of thoughts.
He almost sighs in relief. “Does that mean we’re moving to a new house?”
“That’s right. We’re moving to a new house.” She nods.
“Nice. Can I invite my friends over?”
“I’m afraid you can’t, sweetie.”
He notices her grim face only now. When he turns to his father, he realizes that the older man is just as serious as well. Uh oh.
“Channie, we’re moving to Seoul.”
Chan tries to throw a fit and sob violently. He even attempts a rebel by chucking his parents’ shoes into the bins in protest. Yet, nothing worked.
That’s it. His life is over. (He’s just 7, so technically it has barely even begun, but that doesn’t matter to him now).
He is considering running away from home when someone knocks on his door. “Go away!” he shouts, thinking it’s just his mother trying to convince him again. Sitting on his bed, he turns away from the door when it opens.
“Lee Chan.”
It’s not who he thought. He glances back, and his jaw drops when he sees who it is standing there.
“Arin?”
“You didn’t come out to play yesterday, so I was worried if you are sick. Chaeyoung had a fever last week and told me the doctor gave her a shot. It was scary.”
Hearing her sweet voice and seeing her cute face, Chan suddenly feels like crying. His card is still hidden between his books, unfinished. After what his parents said the other night, he lost all motivation to continue working on it.
He doesn’t, however, cry. After all, he is a big boy. Big boys don’t cry. “I’m not sick,” he tells her. When she goes to sit next to him on the bed, he turns around so his back doesn’t face her anymore. “Arin-ah, my mum said we’re going to move away.”
If she is surprised by the piece of news, it doesn’t show on her face. She actually looks happy, in fact. “That’s great. I moved too, once. My old house didn’t have a playground. Does your new house have a playground?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Is it nice? Can we still go to school together?”
“Arin-ah, my new house is far.”
“Far? Like the swimming pool we went to last summer?”
“No… it’s more far….”
“How far?” She’s starting to get curious.
“My dad said when I ride the car, we will only arrive after I wake up.”
“Oh.” Her smile disappears. “That’s really far.”
That’s enough explanation to make any kid understand. She doesn’t say anything more. Meanwhile, he simply sighs. He really wants to cry inside.
Two weeks pass by in a blink of an eye. Chan spent it following his mother to the school’s office to see his homeroom teacher, going around the neighbourhood to inform the neighbours of their move, and packing his things. His mother found his Turning MeCard notebook, but somehow only pat his head instead of scolding him as he had feared.
After his last day at school last week, he hasn’t seen Arin at all. She neither played or talked to him. She didn’t even look at him when he stood in front of everyone in the class to say goodbye.
Outside, cherry blossoms are in full bloom. The card he made for her remains in his backpack, finally complete, yet undelivered.
The sun shines brightly on the day they’re moving out. Chan sits in his now empty room alone hugging his knees while staring out at the sky. His mother told him he’ll find new friends at his new school, and he’ll soon forget about his old friends. But he doesn’t want to forget about his old friends, particularly -
“Lee Chan?” his mother calls. Grabbing his backpack, he exhales a sigh as he makes his way out. She told him earlier that she’d call him when everything is done, and by done it means all of their stuff are now inside the moving truck.
What he doesn’t expect is finding Arin outside their apartment unit. “Chan-ah,” she calls softly. Her smile is as bright as the sky, and it makes him want to cry even more. “I made you some cookies. You can eat in the car with your mummy and daddy,” she tells him while handing him a small box with a pretty ribbon. “Please don’t forget about me.”
And that does it. All the tears he’s tried so hard to keep from overflowing, begin to spill like a rainshower. Chan reaches for her hands, but instead she steps forward to wrap her arms around him, and he continues to sob harder.
When he finally stops crying, he takes a step back and slowly takes something out from his backpack. It’s the card he’s been meaning to give her. It feels like ages ago when he first picked out the yellow coloured paper and daisy stickers from the stationery store, all her favourite things. “Read this when you’re home,” he says.
His parents call for him then and tell him that it’s time to go. He gives one last look at his bare home, then starts to walk away. Arin holds his hand all the way to the car.
“You must not forget about me too,” says Chan. She promises that she won’t, and with a sad face he climbs onto the seat and immediately rolls down the window after closing the door. “Bye, Arin.”
“Bye, Chan.” She flashes a smile, but it doesn’t look like her usual smile.
The car’s engine roars to life, and as his father starts to drive, the distance between the two of them slowly grow larger and larger. Chan continues to glance out at Arin who is still waving at him tirelessly, until the cars turns at a corner and she becomes out of sight. He tries hard not to cry again, and that’s when he remembers the cookies she gave him.
He carefully unties the ribbon and opens the box. The cookies are chocolate flavoured and in the shape of fish, all his favourite things. But on top of them, there’s a piece of paper. He unfolds it and finds it to be a letter from her. Her handwriting is just pretty as she is, but it’s what she wrote that causes his tears to fall once again.
He wrote the same thing in his card for her.
I like you.
dino/arin
1296 w, g
a/n: based off Boku no Cinderalla by Tegomass. this was supposed to be a cute fic.
If the guy on the weather forecast predicts correctly, the flowers would be in full bloom tomorrow. Chan stares at the cherry blossom trees along the road from the window of his bedroom while sitting at his desk, feeling pumped up for the next day. Everything must go well.
All of a sudden, there’s a knock on his door. He instinctively hides the card that he’s been working on all night by slipping them in between one of his books. The door opens just in time and his parents peek in.
“Chan, can we talk to you for a bit?” his mother asks. Her tone is more serious than usual.
He gulps, wondering if he did something recently that made them angry. Well, he did sneak three M&M’s instead of two as he promised when Hansol offered, but that’s because earlier Hansol ate the kimbap slice which had a larger chunk of egg roll than the rest. Chan was saving that for the last.
Now that he thinks about it, he also used his allowance to buy a small notebook with a Turning MeCard cover, even though he already has one notebook that his mother bought before the year began. Did she find out?
“You see, Chan, your dad has been transferred to another place. That means, we will have to move,” his mother starts explaining, interrupting his train of thoughts.
He almost sighs in relief. “Does that mean we’re moving to a new house?”
“That’s right. We’re moving to a new house.” She nods.
“Nice. Can I invite my friends over?”
“I’m afraid you can’t, sweetie.”
He notices her grim face only now. When he turns to his father, he realizes that the older man is just as serious as well. Uh oh.
“Channie, we’re moving to Seoul.”
Chan tries to throw a fit and sob violently. He even attempts a rebel by chucking his parents’ shoes into the bins in protest. Yet, nothing worked.
That’s it. His life is over. (He’s just 7, so technically it has barely even begun, but that doesn’t matter to him now).
He is considering running away from home when someone knocks on his door. “Go away!” he shouts, thinking it’s just his mother trying to convince him again. Sitting on his bed, he turns away from the door when it opens.
“Lee Chan.”
It’s not who he thought. He glances back, and his jaw drops when he sees who it is standing there.
“Arin?”
“You didn’t come out to play yesterday, so I was worried if you are sick. Chaeyoung had a fever last week and told me the doctor gave her a shot. It was scary.”
Hearing her sweet voice and seeing her cute face, Chan suddenly feels like crying. His card is still hidden between his books, unfinished. After what his parents said the other night, he lost all motivation to continue working on it.
He doesn’t, however, cry. After all, he is a big boy. Big boys don’t cry. “I’m not sick,” he tells her. When she goes to sit next to him on the bed, he turns around so his back doesn’t face her anymore. “Arin-ah, my mum said we’re going to move away.”
If she is surprised by the piece of news, it doesn’t show on her face. She actually looks happy, in fact. “That’s great. I moved too, once. My old house didn’t have a playground. Does your new house have a playground?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Is it nice? Can we still go to school together?”
“Arin-ah, my new house is far.”
“Far? Like the swimming pool we went to last summer?”
“No… it’s more far….”
“How far?” She’s starting to get curious.
“My dad said when I ride the car, we will only arrive after I wake up.”
“Oh.” Her smile disappears. “That’s really far.”
That’s enough explanation to make any kid understand. She doesn’t say anything more. Meanwhile, he simply sighs. He really wants to cry inside.
Two weeks pass by in a blink of an eye. Chan spent it following his mother to the school’s office to see his homeroom teacher, going around the neighbourhood to inform the neighbours of their move, and packing his things. His mother found his Turning MeCard notebook, but somehow only pat his head instead of scolding him as he had feared.
After his last day at school last week, he hasn’t seen Arin at all. She neither played or talked to him. She didn’t even look at him when he stood in front of everyone in the class to say goodbye.
Outside, cherry blossoms are in full bloom. The card he made for her remains in his backpack, finally complete, yet undelivered.
The sun shines brightly on the day they’re moving out. Chan sits in his now empty room alone hugging his knees while staring out at the sky. His mother told him he’ll find new friends at his new school, and he’ll soon forget about his old friends. But he doesn’t want to forget about his old friends, particularly -
“Lee Chan?” his mother calls. Grabbing his backpack, he exhales a sigh as he makes his way out. She told him earlier that she’d call him when everything is done, and by done it means all of their stuff are now inside the moving truck.
What he doesn’t expect is finding Arin outside their apartment unit. “Chan-ah,” she calls softly. Her smile is as bright as the sky, and it makes him want to cry even more. “I made you some cookies. You can eat in the car with your mummy and daddy,” she tells him while handing him a small box with a pretty ribbon. “Please don’t forget about me.”
And that does it. All the tears he’s tried so hard to keep from overflowing, begin to spill like a rainshower. Chan reaches for her hands, but instead she steps forward to wrap her arms around him, and he continues to sob harder.
When he finally stops crying, he takes a step back and slowly takes something out from his backpack. It’s the card he’s been meaning to give her. It feels like ages ago when he first picked out the yellow coloured paper and daisy stickers from the stationery store, all her favourite things. “Read this when you’re home,” he says.
His parents call for him then and tell him that it’s time to go. He gives one last look at his bare home, then starts to walk away. Arin holds his hand all the way to the car.
“You must not forget about me too,” says Chan. She promises that she won’t, and with a sad face he climbs onto the seat and immediately rolls down the window after closing the door. “Bye, Arin.”
“Bye, Chan.” She flashes a smile, but it doesn’t look like her usual smile.
The car’s engine roars to life, and as his father starts to drive, the distance between the two of them slowly grow larger and larger. Chan continues to glance out at Arin who is still waving at him tirelessly, until the cars turns at a corner and she becomes out of sight. He tries hard not to cry again, and that’s when he remembers the cookies she gave him.
He carefully unties the ribbon and opens the box. The cookies are chocolate flavoured and in the shape of fish, all his favourite things. But on top of them, there’s a piece of paper. He unfolds it and finds it to be a letter from her. Her handwriting is just pretty as she is, but it’s what she wrote that causes his tears to fall once again.
He wrote the same thing in his card for her.
I like you.