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the almost yoonkook cheek kiss 

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#윤기 #Yoongi #SUGA #슈가 #정국 #JUNGKOOK #JK #슙국 #SubKook #Supkook #SugaKookie #SuKook #YoonKook #Kookga #Gakook #방탄소년단 #BTS

yoonkook - exhibition photos (cr. 1, 2)

yoonkook week day 2: Favorite AU - Pianist Yoongi & Dancer Jeongguk 

(can u believe bighit actually gave us the real thing)

just a bunch of yoonkook - [8/?]

↳ Q: Did you like lamb skewers or Yoongi hyung? JK: Min Yoongi ❤

yoonkookweek​ day 4: free day - part two of

Q: Favourite (most loved) member? | Q: The member that Min Yoongi feels the most affectionate to is?

Yoongi: Jungkook (part one)

just a bunch of yoonkook - [13/?]

↳ favorite moments in 2017

“together, nothing is impossible” ♡

such a tease

cr. qdeoks

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀I am intelligent naturally, do not deny anything.

En mi corazón todavía queda tanto por decir... ♥︎

JEON JUNGKOOK 🔥🔥🔥

Stars to my moon | Chapter-3 |

Genre: Soulmate Au! Idol Au! Angst;fluff;drama;romance, poly Au!

Pairing: ot7×f!OC

Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?

Word count: 5484

In the soulmate world, everyone gets a different mark, something related or completing their soulmate's. That's why, knowing Jin and Jimin had the same soul mark, it was prominent that they both had the same soulmate.

Both; Jimin and Jungkook agree not to tell the members right away, but when they are all back to the dorm after spending their breaks in peace. The news they were to break was nothing less than a bomb. Jimin was already struggling to come to terms with the fact that he and Jin might share the same soulmate. How are they going to tell him this? How is Jin going to react when he hears about it?

The boys try to enjoy the rest of the break, but considering the situation, it was a bit difficult.

As Saturday comes, the boys were back at the dorms. Them, Suga, and RM were the only ones to arrive yet. The others will be back by tomorrow.

The last three days were challenging for the younger members to hold onto the information and not share it with anyone else yet. Both the boys were anticipating for the moment to lighten the weight of their hearts. Though Jimin was nervous to tell Jin the new knowledge he stumbled upon, he could not bear to keep it to himself anymore.

When Sunday comes, the members, as per their routine, gather up in the living room to talk about their breaks sharing stories from back home.

"So get this, I was playing catch with Moni while holding cold coffee in my other hand, and instead of the ball, I threw my coffee. Even he was confused." Namjoon tells the members, face-palming while shaking his head.

The members burst out in laughter.

Jimin laughed too, or more like faked a laugh, but unlike always, he did not throw himself on the nearest member or the floor.

Yoongi, who had been observing his quiet behavior since last night, knew something was wrong. He brushed it off, thinking it was because he was down from the flight, but it was clear now that something was bothering him. So, he voiced his concern,

"What is it, Jimin-ah?"

His question towards Jimin put everyone's attention on the latter.

"Nothing, Hyung." he lied, but one look from his Hyung made him drop his act.

He sighs, "something happened when Jungkook-ah and I met up back in Busan." making the members, all the more curious.

"Spill it already. Don't take dramatic pauses." the sentence came from Taehyung, who was at the edge of his seat now.

"I- I got my soul mark." Jimin stutters, his head down, his nerves spiked.

A chorus of congratulations rang in the room.

Taehyung gasps.

Hobi comes to hug, skipping towards him while clapping his hands.

Namjoon comes in for a hug as well, with a wide smile.

Taehyung comes, asking to see his mark, which he hid with the broad ring. His request made Jimin's eyes wide.

Seeing his expression towards the request, Yoongi asks,

"This is news to celebrate Jimin-ah. Why were you worried? Is there something else you aren't telling us?"

"I- umm, I'll show you first," He replies.

Jimin takes his ring off, stretching his hand so all the members could see. His eyes were on Jin, waiting for his reaction.

As soon as the mark was visible to the members, their eyes went wide, buffering, trying to process the information before moving their heads between Jimin and Jin.

Jin, on the other hand, was frozen. He could not believe what he was seeing. The replica of the mark that sets on his ring finger.

He didn't know how to react to this information.

They had heard about two people sharing the same person but never thought he would board the same boat as them.

The longer Jin stayed silent, the more nervous Jimin became.

Suddenly a thought passes Jin's mind,

"Is that why you asked for a picture of my mark?" The question was directed at Jungkook, who noded back in reply.

"We thought it looked like yours, so we asked you for one to confirm."

Jin nods, "So you must have met her. Did you bring her with you?"

"No, Hyung-nim. We couldn't even see her properly, let alone meet her."

"You at least had seen her." whispered jimin, looking dejected.

The little hope that shone through jin's eyes died again hearing their reply.

"But we did find her necklace. Or at least we think it's hers. She dropped it when she bumped into me."

Jimin takes the locket out of his pocket to show them.

"Hyung! I remember this. She was wearing it that night. She kept touching it. It must be important to her."

The words come from Namjoon. He remembers; she didn't let go of the necklace much while sharing her sorrows with him. He still hasn't told his Hyung about it. Now, Jimin is the soulmate of the same girl as well.

Does she even know that she has not one but two soulmates? She wasn't ready to accept one in her life; how will she make place for two? Forget her life; how will she do so in her heart?

He could only hope; both his members won't end up hurting.

"So we know she's in Busan."

"We don't know Hyung. It happened on the third night."  

" If she's a tourist, she won't stay in the same city for long."

Hoseok spoke for the first time.

"This is making my head hurt." Jin exhales a heavy breath, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to bed."

Jimin watches as Jin leaves the room. His heart heavy as he slides down on the couch, clutching the necklace.

Taehyung hugs him, trying to provide him some comfort, strength. Jungkook sits on Jimin's other side, hand on his back.

Everyone saying words of comfort, telling him everything will work out.

The night gets darker; everyone asleep by then except Jimin. He was cursing fate; for having to put him in this position, for making him the reason for his Hyung's state. He couldn't bear to see anyone upset; how could he handle being the reason for it?

But that wasn't all he was thinking about. What happens after they finally meet their soulmate? How will she react after finding out that she has two soulmates? Would she be happy? For him, it doesn't matter that he has to share a soulmate when the other person is his own member, his hyung who doesn't have a selfish bone in his body. He can't wait to meet his soulmate and give her all the love she deserves.

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I hail down a taxi as soon as I walk out the door of the Airport.

As my mother suggested, I came back to Seoul in search of an apartment. I looked up the Seoul university yesterday and filled an online application. I also searched for some apartment complexion near it, so my agenda for the next two days is set.

The morning after I lost my locket, I went back to that place to search for it again at the first crack of dawn but to no avail. I spent my whole day at the market hoping for a miracle, but who was I even kidding; it's clear that the universe is not on my side.

The next day I spent in my hotel room in Busan, moping around for losing my precious locket. The day was spent crying, and by the evening, when I had had enough of my wailing, I gave myself a stern lecture to start moving on from Eric and try to set up my life here. That's how I ended up enrolling at the university and on the flight back to Seoul the following morning.

But who was I kidding? I could never get over Eric; my love for him runs deeper than the soul bond. It runs in every vein of my body.He was my bestfriend, my first love. How are you supposed to get over your first love? I tried to stay angry at him but that didn't work.

Still, I thought; I could try to make a future here with the completion of my Masters.

My ride to the hotel seemed to have passed by quickly than before. I decided to stay in the same hotel; I did the week before. It had a nice view of the river and calming vibes.

I set up my luggage in my room and decide to go to a nice restaurant instead of calling for room service.

I call my mother while waiting for my order to arrive; I talked to her yesterday to tell her about my lost necklace. She was the one who told me it would be of no use to sit around moping; I had to get up and try to move on with my life.

"Hi, mama. How are you? How's your contract going?" I ask her; she told me yesterday she was having a bit of trouble with the new contract.

"I'm great, Mija. The contract is going fine now; the dealers agreed to the new terms. How are you?"

She takes enough stress over the business as it is, the contract added to the load. But her hard work is what has taken the company to the extent it's at today. We aren't wealthy per se, but as you can tell: we're not lacking in the money department either.

"I'm as good as I can be. I'm going to look for the apartments after lunch. I'll send you the pictures so you can help me choose."

"Sure, Sel. You looked into the universities as well?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna' enroll myself in Seoul National University."

"Very well. When will the classes start?"

"um, in the fall. I'll have the time to settle till then."

"Great, I hope the apartment-

My mother's sentence was cut short by her secretary; as they spoke in hushed tone over the phone.

She sighs, "I have to go, Sel. We'll talk later. Take care."

"You take care of yourself too, Mama Later!" I say before the call cut.

As I look out of the window, my mind wanders off to the guy I stumbled upon at the Airport when I first got here. He has been in the back of my mind ever since, even though I don't visit the memory very often. His kind eyes, so comforting, as if inviting me to pour my sorrows into them. It felt like I could lose forever into them.

My chain of thought breaks when the waiter arrives with my order.

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I take a taxi to the first place. I sigh, looking out the window. All I see are the same faces over every billboard here. I mean, I knew BTS was big but, these guys are BIG, big. I never heard their music tho, excluding the time I heard it in the taxi last time. It was good but sad songs have been my Jam this past month; my favorite artist being Finneas. The songs he writes goes straight to the heart.

The day passes by in the blink of an eye. I visited four apartments today, and none were suitable for me. One was way too big for a single person, one was giving cold, depressed vibes, I mean, I know I'm not at my best right now, but that does not mean it will be obvious seeing my home. Home; That's what I'm looking for; After completing my Master's degree, I'm thinking of getting a job here maybe; I can't go back to the place where I'm constantly reminded of Eric and our memories. This place is my new start, and  I'm going to embrace it.

I've got three apartments to look at for tomorrow. I hope one of them will be it. I can't go apartment hunting every day. I will need time to settle down as well, so it will be helpful to find a place as soon as possible.

After dinner, I go to the Han River for a walk again. After the hectic day, I needed some calm and peace. The view from the stream, the sky, it all looks so mesmerizing. I could get lost in it for a lifetime. It would have been great if I could find an apartment near this area. I would be able to visit this place often then. The thought makes me stop in my track; why didn't I think of this before-

I quickly take my phone out, seeing if I could find some vacant apartments here. This place is expensive; but also pretty popular. So it might be hard to find a vacant one here. It all depends on my luck now, which might I add is not on my side lately.

As I scroll down the site, I find some pictures of a beautiful apartment complex. The vibes of the apartment match me. I'll visit the place first thing in the morning as I leave a message for the realtor.

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The followed morning, I go to check out the apartment. It will take around forty-five minutes to reach the university from here, but I think the view makes it worth it.

I send a picture of the place to my mother. Her reply comes not too long after, telling me she likes it and asking all those 'mom' questions:

"How far is the university? Where is it situated? Is the place safe? What about Privacy?"  and so on.

I reassured her that I asked about everything, and that all is good. The price too is affordable for us. I paid the advance after asking when I could move in. They say they'll get the place ready, and I could move within a day. Today is Saturday, and I need to go on the university tour on Monday, so it works.

For the rest of the day, I opt for shopping since I'll need many things. I decide to shop for just the essentials today; I can buy the rest after the move.

I buy some clothes and toiletries. The apartment will come furnished, thankfully, so I don't have to buy any furniture. I purchase some bedsheets and curtains that I think will suit my room.

As I'm roaming around the market, a pretty Bonsai plant catches my eye. Having plants in the apartment will add more vibrant and calming vibes, I think. I love nature. I could spend forever in the mountains. I used to plan as many vacations to the mountains, but Eric got tired of always having the same view; he didn't think it was any different than the places we had last visited. He didn't appreciate nature's beauty as much as I did, but he still went with me for some time. At last, he got tired, and my vacations to nature were cut short. Now I realized how much i lost myself trying to please him.

I get two bonsai plants and some other plants, like indoor climbers and flower ones. I give them the address and tell them to send the order to it this weekend.

My headache from the morning forces me to cut my shopping spree short. I guess I caught a cold from sitting out at the side of the road on a chilling night that day. I massage my temple; I should buy some medicine.

I take a stop at the pharmacy on my way to the hotel. I order room service; bummed I can't go to the River tonight.

I eat my dinner and take my medicine, ready to slip into slumber.

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I wake up groggily, I try to move, but my muscles ache. I must have slept the wrong way. I stretch my stiff body, sitting up on the bed. I sniff; I see the medicine did nothing. I still have a raging headache and a blocked nose.

I don't get sick quickly; I don't know how some chilly air gave me a cold. It wasn't even that cold at night. I sigh.

I had to move into my place today. Now, I'll have to do that with a runny nose.

I take a warm bath and get ready for the day. The move wouldn't be that difficult; I only have my luggage and the things I bought yesterday to bring to my new home. My mother will be coming to drop off some of my stuff by Tuesday.

I pack all the stuff I bought yesterday in an extra bag I asked the hotel staff for and check out. They emailed me that the apartment was ready for the move in the morning.

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"Thank you, Mr. Choi," I say, taking the keys from his hands.

He does a little bow as he leaves the apartment.

I signed the contract for six months; if needed, it will be renewed for a year, and so on. Now, this is my new home.

I go into my room and start to put my clothes into the walk-in closet. The apartment wasn't lavish but still humble-sized with a master bedroom adjoined with bathroom, a living room with an open kitchen and a balcony.

By the time I'm through with putting everything away, it's already evening. My stomach grumbles with displeasure, reminding me I haven't eaten since breakfast. And my headache gradually increasing.

I order a pizza and coke since I didn't buy groceries yet; my headache wouldn't have let me cook anything even if I did. I love to cook and love to eat even more. My mom taught me many types of cuisine, Italian, Indian, Chinese, and some famous dishes of other cuisines like lasagna and Spanish cuisine, obviously.

I sigh and turn on the T.V for background sound as I lay on the couch for some rest.

The ringing doorbell disturbs my sleep as I try to get a hold of where I am and what the time is. As my grip on reality returns, I look through the camera to find the delivery guy. I buzz the door open; the guy comes not a minute later through the elevator. I take my order and pay the guy.

I munch on my pizza while watching the T.V. I change the channel until I come across some k-drama. I should start learning the language properly. I can't use the foreigner card all my life, if I want to live here. I think to myself.

After finishing my dinner, I take my medicine and let the tiredness of the day lull me to sleep.

I wake up shivering; I look out the window to see it's still night. I get out of bed with support to go and grab another blanket and a bottle of water for my scratchy throat.

I get back into the bed; after drinking some water to relieve my parched throat, I double my blanket and comforter and curl myself for some warmth. It's the first time I fall sick by myself; I would always have Eric with me if not my mother. He would've been the one comforting and cuddling with me to provide some warmth to my body.

Thinking about him only makes my heart hurt more, he wasn't always perfect, but he was the only one I had. How could he show me his back the second he finds out I'm not his soulmate? What about our love, our memories, our promises? Hell! What about our friendship? That night with a pounding head and Eric in my mind, I go to sleep again, holding myself alone in the cold bed.

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I wake up from the loud sound. I flay my arms around, trying to feel my phone. I grab the said object beside my pillow, holding it up to my face. I try to open my eyes but, it seems like I have no strength to do so. I answer the call without looking,

"Hello?" I whisper into the phone.

"Hi, querida (dear). Were you sleeping?" My mother's voice comes into my ears from the other end. I hum in response.

"Sel, it's 1 pm there. Why are you still sleeping? Didn't you have a tour session in the university?" She says, reminding me of today's plan.

I get up, surprised. My eyes wide open, but as soon as the pounding of my head registers, I close my eyes. My hand on my forehead tells me I have a fever. 

I sigh, "Mama, I can't go today; I have a bad headache." I don't tell her the whole truth. I know she'll be worried for nothing. 

"Take care of yourself, Sel. I called to tell you the confirmation of my flight came. I'll be there tomorrow by noon." The news brings a smile to my face; I miss her. 

"Great news Mama. Don't forget to pack my notes and my furry pillow." I remind her. The pillow was gifted to me by Eric on valentines day a couple of years back. He had given me many gifts, but this one was different. The pillow was drenched in the smell of his cologne. I still remember what he said while giving it to me,

"This has a special purpose, you know?" Eric said when I asked him the reason behind getting me a pillow for Valentine's.

"Yeah? and what is it?" I say, pretending to fix his tie as we stand close to each other, his hands on my waist, his thumb subconsciously rubbing circles on my exposed skin.

"Well, suppose if I'm not there, and you miss me. You can hug it at that time; it also has my cologne so you could feel my presence even if I'm not there." And I smile. He thinks of everything, but I still decide to tease him a little.

"Why won't you be there yourself? You're telling me to make do with a pillow when I need you?" I raise my eyebrow, moving to step out of his hold.

He panics, and instead of letting me go, his grip on my waist tightens as he pulls me closer to himself, "I said, suppose. I'll always be there with you, baby. You do know that I won't ever leave you. I love you so much."

"I know. I love you too." That's all I say before standing on my toes and leaning in to connect our lips.

The memory brings tears to my eyes. I sniffle, keeping the phone away from my face a little. Composing myself, I speak,

"Take care, Mama. And have a safe flight. I'll be waiting. Love you" 

"Love you too, baby. Take care." She says before hanging up.

I look at the time, and it indeed is 1.30 pm. I slept for more than twelve hours, but I still feel exhausted, as if my body would collapse right here if I let it. I sigh and get out of bed. Sick or not, this shit needs to be done. 

 I freshen up and go grocery shopping. I can't live on takeouts every day. On my way, I stop for lunch at a simple restaurant right around the corner of my society. I order simple; since I don't have much of an appetite when I'm sick, but I still have to eat to take the medication. 

After lunch, I go to a grocery store. I've been wanting to cook for a few days. Eric loved my cooking, and I loved to cook for him. I get many things, Juice, cereal and frozen food to meat, noodles and spices and sauces. And some coffee. I need Coffee to start my day, or someone could die by my hands.

Talking of Coffee, I also need to buy some appliances, One of them being the coffee machine. The house comes furnished, but they don't provide these things. I won't need the dishwasher since I'll be alone so there won't be many dishes. I only need to buy a mixer/grinder, coffee machine, and a microwave. 

I place the order for the appliances at the nearest electronic store I could find. The delivery will be by the evening or tomorrow morning. 

After finishing my errands, I decided to go home to get some rest but not before grabbing takeout from a sandwich shop. 

Coming back to an empty apartment, I sigh. Removing my shoes and coat by the door, I move into the house. The deafening silence is like an arrow shot straight to my heart. I never pictured my future without Eric; I couldn't. I always thought we would always be together. But right now, living in this moment without Eric. Not having to hear his voice in this past one and a half months has been torture for me. 

At first, after our breakup, I turned to alcohol. That's all I did for ten days straight. That was until my mom stuffed some sense into my thick skull. Talking to her made me realize I needed to cope with his absence in a little healthier way. So, I cried. I cried all day and night, In my mother's arms, on the cold bathroom floor alone, on the couch. I threw stuff around, broke things. I was angry at Eric for doing this to me. I cursed him and begged him to come back to me at the same time.

 But it turned out to be of no use. Lastly, my mother suggested I should take some time to explore the world and find myself again. Her words were: "You have lost yourself in Eric so much, you forgot about your own self. You need to find yourself again, find new things that give you happiness instead of mopping around for Eric. And maybe along the way, you can also find your soulmate, only if you want to." I didn't agree with her last part, but She wasn't wrong about the other stuff so, I came here. And after all this trying, his absence still bugs me. 

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I wake up from the pounding of the door. I check the time on my phone, indicating it's just 8 in the morning. My eyebrows furrowed, thinking, who could it be this early in the morning. I lay back down, wishing whoever it is to go back and leave me alone.

After my breakdown last night, I fell asleep on the couch. My throat is scratchy from all the crying, and my eyes swollen. I have no mind to attend to anyone. But the voice that comes through the walls, asking me to open the door, has me up from the couch faster than light. How could I forget about mom coming; I was supposed to pick her up from the airport.

As I swing the door open, an apology was first to come out of my mouth.

"I'm sorry, Mama. I forgot about your flight. I was sleeping." I apologize, hugging her, still at the doorway.

Her scolding that I can tell was at the tip of her tongue, vanished as soon as she looked me in the eyes. Her angry eyes turn into worried ones.

"Baby, what happened. Your eyes are swollen," she says. Her hand comes up to rest on my cheek, and her eyes widen.

"And you have a fever, Sel!"  I flick my wrist, brushing off the subject.

"It's nothing, Mama. I've had it for a couple of days now." As soon as the sentence comes out of my mouth, I realize my mistake.

My mother gasp hearing it; I know the scolding I was about to get just now will be coming, only on a different subject.

She takes me inside and sits me down on the couch, asking me where the thermometer is. I tell her, not wanting to anger her further.

"In the left-side drawer of my bed, the room is the first door on the right, down the hall."

As she goes to fetch the object, I stand up to bring all the luggage inside that she left in the hallway.

She comes back in the living room just in time as I sat back on the couch. She gives me the thermometer to check my temperature, which I do. A minute after it beeps, I take it out, but before I can see the numbers written, it gets snatched from my hands. My mother reads the numbers aloud, her eyes as big as saucers.

"102.5 degrees. And you were going out with that high fever." I wince. I didn't realize it was that bad.

"Calm down, Mama. I'll rest today, I promise."

"Did you even take medicine, at least?"

"Sí Mama, I did. I don't think that had much effect tho. Don't worry; it's just a fever. I'll be fine."

"Hm, I'll go make you some soup. I'll take care of you, baby. You rest." She says, running her hand on my head. It always feels nice to be pampered by her. It's been a while since I've been pampered by her.

I smile, nodding. "I know, Mama."

I watch her operating her way into the kitchen. She just came here from a long flight, no doubt tired, and instead of letting me make something for her and getting some rest, she's there in the kitchen cooking for me. That's why I have such high respect for mothers; they can do anything to protect their children.

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After twenty minutes, her soup is ready and served. She doesn't let me eat by myself but insists on feeding me with her own hands.

"You know I can eat by myself: right? I have a fever; I didn't get crippled."

"Shush! Let me take care of you in peace," she says, still feeding me.

"I miss this, you spoiling me," I say and catch her smiling softly; as she moves her eyes to mine.

"Me too, baby. We'll make this week count. I'll pamper you like the old days." She says, ruffling my hair.

Finishing up the soup, she gives me the medicine, telling me to sleep. And I oblige, closing my eyes letting myself slip into the dreamland.

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My sleep is broken by hands shaking my body; I open my eyes to see my mother hovering above me. I smile,

"Hi," I say, stretching my body.

"Hi, baby. How'd you sleep?" She asks me, putting a hand on my forehead.

"You're still burning up," she says with furrowed eyes.

"I slept fine, Mama. And the medicine will take time. I'm sure; I'll be fine by tomorrow."

She nods, "I made you dinner, cmon." I sit up; as she sits the bowl in front of me. I scrunch my nose while seeing what's in the bowl.

"Don't make faces, Sel. I know; you don't like porridge, but you're going to eat it nonetheless."

I sigh, agreeing.

"What did you do while I slept?" I ask her, making conversation.

"Nothing much; I just set up your things that I brought, Took a shower, and attended some calls." I nod.

We talk about my university and my experience here.

"Oh, I'll take you to this calming place I found after dinner. The sky looks so beautiful from there, Mama. I go there every day."

"But you're sick today; take me some other time." she objects.

"Please, Mama. It's just a ten-minute walk from here. And we'll come back in no time, I swear." I give her my puppy eyes.

She sighs, and I know; I won.

Cleaning up the kitchen after finishing our dinner, we both get our coats to leave. Before leaving, she wraps me up in a muffler and a beanie as I roll my eyes.

Arriving at Han River makes me realize how much I missed this place after not visiting for a couple of days. I sigh, basking in the calm and peace of my favorite place. My headache, and weak body, everything is forgotten as I look up at the moon. My hand reaches up to hold my necklace, but I remember mid-way that it's not there anymore, so I rest my hand on my heart.

My mother praises the place beside me but gets quiet as she sees me like this. Putting a hand on my shoulder, she comforts me.

We both stay like this, looking up at the sky for what feels like forever, but I know only some minutes have passed.

"We should go back, cmon. It's not healthy for you to be out for so long while you're sick." She says, and I nod.

We move away to go back, but as I turn around my vision goes hazy, and everything starts to spin. I reach out my hand to my mother for some support as the world goes dark and gravity pulls me.

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