Young Love

Aug 05, 2010 08:06

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“what?..jjong detention again..” I knew this will happen. The time I stepped inside my house I feel my mom’s disappointment. “aigoo..son..this your last sem for high school and still I’m being called in the faculty by your teacher..it is like i have a 10 year old son..”

“mianhe..well not really my fault it was the traffic’s fault..” I tried to defend my self.

“traffic..gosh JJong think of another reason to be late..you walk to school remember..aigoo..” she said as he slapped me at my shoulder.

“good evening mrs kim..”

“oh Kibum…you’re here..cmon in..” she’s always sweet with Kibum. Then after a while I felt glare at my direction. “yah jjong is our Kibum here also got to detention because of you..?”

“yes mrs kim..” Kibum answered for me smirking with the process.

“oh gosh..if you’re not my precious son I’ll skin  you alive..” she said as he walked towards me. “humph..food is ready..hey Kibum you eat dinner here..i prepared something special..”

“she’s really scary..tsk tsk..” Kibum said as he pass by me going towards the dining.

“yes she is and to think that you are scarier than her at some times..” I stopped when he looked at me with that “scary look”. “I didn’t said anything..i’ll just put my bag to my room..”

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“the food was great Mrs Kim..gomawo..” Kibum said as he put down his chopsticks.

“oh you’re really sweet…” she glared at me when I snorted.

“anyways..jonghyun..you’re uncle called and he said he’ll help you..” my umma said as she placed the dessert in the table.

“help for what?” I asked as I sliced the cake and took some.

“for college..don’t tell me you’re not yet thinking about it..” she said as she put some in kibum’s plate.

“college?..you mean I’ll be studying in seoul..wow..love it..” living in seoul is my dream.

“yeah..i thought of it many times and maybe letting you experience an independent life isn’t that bad..”

“yes..thanks umma..wait I’ll be taking up..i don’t know yet ..what do you think Bummie..?” I looked at him waiting him to react but what I get is him playing with his food. “yah Bummie..”

“what?..” he looked at me like he’s not there when umma told me about me and seoul life.

“oh Kibum..you haven’t tell him..your mom told me that..”

“not yet Mrs Kim..i mean I was to tell him..” he cut my mom. This is kind of weird.

“tell me what?”

“about my birthday next month..i’m throwing a party..” he said with a smile.

“oh..wow it means we’re both 18 now..yay..would you imagine two 18 year old boys living in the big city..what do you think?”

“yes..kind of good idea..”he said. I’m really excited to graduate..

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“you know what Bummie seoul is my dream city..I always dream of walking at its streets at night..act like a real adult in the city that never sleeps..well in korea..living in my own apartment..i’ll be independent.. I can get job..then I will have my own car..i promise that you will be the first one to be the passenger..and then,,” I stopped when I noticed Kibum is not really listening.

“what..did you say anything?” he said after minutes of silence.

“you’re not listening..” I pouted. Well I really love acting childish when I’m with him.

“yah stop that pout..sorry..” he said smiling.

“apology accepted..so where am i..”

“Jjong..i need to tell you something..” I was cut when he grabbed my hand and enclosed it in his. I felt like it suddenly became hot in my room. I looked at the AC if it’s on. I looked at our hands and something in me tell me that I love how our hands fit perfectly..wait perfectly..fit..what am I thinking..

“jjong..jjong..”

“yes..”

“you’re not listening..”

“I am..it is just..it becomes hot in here..i’ll just check the AC..” I pulled away from his hand and walked towards the AC.  “well it’s on full..you are saying something..what is it?”

“jjong..you know I love you..” love me..shit this time a feel my cheeks are burning..”I love as my friend..as my brother..as my best friend..”

“oh..yeah metoo..”

“listen jjong..remember what I say this earlier today..at the field..”

“hmm..yeah..kinda..about what..”

“about changes..and staying..” he said as he walked towards the window and pulled up the blinds. I could his smile when he saw the stars. “it’s beautiful..”

“yes it is..” I said but really where am I looking..the stars are really beautiful but now my eyes are on him. The light from the moon shines on his face highlighting his features.. it is beautiful..

“jjong I already made plans for my future even before I entered middle school..you know it right..”

“yeah of course..you want to be a designer..i know it why?”

“jjong..” he looked at me. sadness in his eyes ..why.. “I’m flying to Paris after graduation..”

“Paris..europe..korea..asia..that’s far right..i hate geography but I know hat’s paris and korea..and they are so far from each other..

“I received a reply from paris school of arts last month..and I passed for the scholarship in that school..remember the designs I made last month ..you helped on those right..giving me your criticisms..and thanks to you they like my designs..jjong..”

“you..are..going to Paris..after graduation..next month..” I stuttered. I could feel breathing becomes heavy and my eyes starting to hurt.

“yes..and..”

“and you’re not telling me..” and I let it out, tears falling from my eyes.

“I’m sorry..i wanted to tell you but every time I will something good will happen or something bad making me think that it’s not yet time..”

“when is that time..? when you will board the plane..you will call me and tell hey best friend I’m on the plane now..going to paris..see you next time..is that the right time Kibum..” I’m mad..really mad..not because he didn’t tell me but because I never ask.

“I’m sorry..I am..”

Then I remembered my mom earlier. “Umma knows..?”

“umma told your mom..”

“great..” I walked away to my bed and sit. I bury my face in my hands.

“jjong I’m so sorry..jjongie..”

He was about to touch me but I slapped it away. “don’t..and don’t call me jjongie anymore..KIBUM..”

With that he walked towards my door. I can feel his gaze on me. “I’m really sorry..i hope you forgive me..” then the door was closed.

pairing: jonghyunxkibum, !fanfic

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