stardust | park seonghwa - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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FOR some reason, Wooyoung had set up a play date with Hyekyung this afternoon at his house. And even though my consciousness tells me a million times that maybe staying at home with a mug of coffee is much better than getting my energy wasted, Hyekyung still managed to drag me out of the house, threatening to call Yeosang for not listening to her.
As you can probably tell, people are generally on Hyekyung's side.
So that's why we are now standing in front of a homely building, the perfect picture of a warm household in which the doorstep in just a few metres from us. With one hand holding Hyekyung's and the other lifting up my phone, I try to read the pinpoint on the maps. Squinting at the house number, I realise that was not the house and we need to walk a bit more. The little girl next to me keeps on trying to drag my hand down, saying that she could read it but claims that we are in Europe when clearly, we're in South Korea.
"Are we there yet?" the little girl asks, tugging at my sleeve, "we passed a lot of houses alweady.."
"No, we are looking for house number 8. Can you help me find it on this side of the road?"
Hyekyung tilts her head to the side, pausing to think. "What does 8 wook wike again, eonnie?" she asks before flashing me an innocent grin, "Kyungie fowgot..."
"8 looks like a circle with a belt in the middle," I explain to her before hearing her chirp an 'okay' enthusiastically.
As Hyekyung walks slightly ahead of me, I let my mind wander off. Honestly, today is a pretty beautiful day and it's been a while that I get to go out and enjoy the sun like this when usually I'd be tangled up in the mountain of assignments my professors had given me. If Wooyoung hadn't convinced me to let Hyekyung come then I'd probably in the very same boring routine, which I will admit isn't very healthy.
I would have walked past my little sister if she hadn't stopped so abruptly, pointing at a house with a widespread grin. "Tadah!" she cheers, jumping up and down, "Numbew eight!"
"Uyoung!" she exclaims before Naruto running into the house yard and my eyes widen.
"Hyekyung no!" I catch her small hand and slow her down, "you need to be polite, you can't run into someone's house like that!" I say as we come to the front doors.
"B-but Uyoung my fwend..."
"Still," I lift her up and place her on my hips, "this is not my apartment or our house, so we need to be respectful."
I chuckle when Hyekyung sticks out her bottom lip in a pout so I push her hair out of her face, on the verge of uwu-ing. "How about you knock the door for us, huh?" I say.
That seemed to cheer her up and she bounces excitedly in my arms, reaching out for the wooden door of the house and pounds in small rapid knocks, almost falling at how eager she was. "Uyoung!" she yells over the top of her lungs before letting out small giggles.
As I shush her for being a little too loud, I can hear the thumping of steps from the other side of the door — probably running — and a clatter before a loud "ouch". "Coming..!" Wooyoung's familiar voice chirps from somewhere inside the house and not long after, the door opens to reveal Wooyoung with one of the biggest grins I've ever seen worn on his face.
Immediately, Hyekyung opens her arms so Wooyoung could carry her on his hips before the two of them zoom into the house, leaving me stunned at the doorway. That... was kind of what I half expected. Shaking my head, I welcome myself in when I realise neither Wooyoung nor Hyekyung will be back to drag me inside.
Wooyoung's house is nice and warm, a contrast to the chilly weather outside. He had framed pictures lining up the hall, of his family maybe. I don't know if he lives with his parents or not, but the house is exceptionally clean, much neater than my apartment and I know that Wooyoung is a bit of a clean-freak in class (just a little bit) so I'm not that surprised. I come to the living room where the two are playing with a Lego set Wooyoung had pulled out for them to play with.
"Do you want some snacks?" Wooyoung asks once he's noticed my presence on his couch, sitting awkwardly. I'm not saying that it's feeling of going over to play at your friend's house for the first time and that weird, uncomfortable air just clings around you — but that's exactly what I'm saying.
The silver haired seemed to have noticed and he laughs before striding out of the room. "Make yourself at home," he tells me as he goes, "no one's gonna kill you."
I scoff when Hyekyung quickly stands up to trail after him and comes back into the room with a huff when Wooyoung told her to just sit down and play with Legos because he's getting some food. My eyes follow her, finding amusement in her little stomps as she makes her way around the mess of Lego pieces, building a tower before breaking them apart.
To keep myself entertained, I finally sink myself in a more comfortable position on the couch — wow I might be able to fall asleep right now. Once I've found an angle I'm good with, I pull out my phone and answer some messages from my mum and Yeosang. Every now and then, Wooyoung's voice would screech from the kitchen (wherever that is) asking us if we're okay with chips and coke and brownies, and of course for Hyekyung — strawberry milk. My sister would always answer for me, resulting in Wooyoung's ghost of laughter to echo across the house.
However, I almost fall off the couch when another voice chimes in. "Oh?" they say, in tone of surprise.
I look up to see Choi San standing in the doorway, cradling a bag of salt and vinegar chips on one arm and the other freezing up in the middle of taking a bite. He had his eyes wide, his mouth may be closed but I can tell his jaw is dropping as he stares at Hyekyung, then to me, then back at Hyekyung. What was he doing here? Especially looking like he just got out of bed... at 3 in the afternoon. The boy was sporting his red-black hair as usual, only that it's slightly messy and held back by a yellow fluffy bandana. He was wearing an old university hoodie and basketball shorts and honestly, it looks as if he's more than ready to go right back to bed.
"Um... hi?" he finally speaks, "didn't know you're coming."
I scoff. "Didn't know you're here," I say before continuing to look at my phone.
As soon as San steps into the room, Hyekyung runs to him, hugging him by the legs. Through the corners of my eyes, I snicker when San almost loses his balance and spilling his chips at the same time when the force of her weight crashes into him. "Sani!" the little girl cheers, making San let out a small nervous laugh when her grip gets a little too tight and he struggles to keep his pants around his waist.
"Let's go make a farm!" Hyekyung pulls him by the hand.
Almost 2 hours later, San is almost passed out next to me and breathing heavily. The sun is slowly setting and it's getting darker but Wooyoung and Hyekyung are still jumping up and down in front of the tv, screaming the lyrics to a random song about ponytails sung by a trio cartoon penguins. Their energy never seem to drain out and even I, who had only been watching them, am getting exhausted just by seeing them seemingly bounce off the walls of the living room. Leftovers of half eaten cookies and crumbs of brownies litter the carpet, empty plastic glasses turned upside down and it was clear that they were on a sugar-rush.
San and I? We're both just having a headache.
"I did not expect my weekend to be spent like this," he groans, turning around to bury his face on the cushions.
Laughing, I rewind back to when he and I first met. San's first impression on me was of a cool and collected guy who was full of remarks and a knack for teasing the people of around him. And with that dimple of his? He can charm his way through people, most definitely. But now, looking at the same boy in this situation, he was more than just a 'pretty face'.
Oh and guess who else is more than just a 'pretty face'? That's right, Park Seonghwa. No wonder the both of them are cousins.
Now, San's behaviour in his natural habitat doesn't even match up to the image he puts of for other people to see. The swagger he would carry was let loose and I'm met by a whiny, easily-bored and mischievous professional potato chip taster. The boy on the further side of the couch covers his ears with his hands when Wooyung and Hyekyung presses the replay button on the karaoke app and the very same ponytail song comes back on.
I swear I could see the faint shape of a smirk when San finally gives up and rushes out the room, pulling his hood over his head and draws the strings. "I'm taking your car!" he calls over his shoulder, jiggling the keys he finds on a small hook by the door.
San pauses and turns to me. "You coming?" he nods to the door.
I hesitate for a moment, glancing back the extremely loud duo. Wooyoung is now kneeling before Hyekyung, directing his mic to her as she sings dramatically into it. After being traumatised of the two of them suddenly shaking their head to the music, I join San who had already stepped out of the house.
"Chaos?"
"The end of the fucking world."
As you can probably tell, people are generally on Hyekyung's side.
So that's why we are now standing in front of a homely building, the perfect picture of a warm household in which the doorstep in just a few metres from us. With one hand holding Hyekyung's and the other lifting up my phone, I try to read the pinpoint on the maps. Squinting at the house number, I realise that was not the house and we need to walk a bit more. The little girl next to me keeps on trying to drag my hand down, saying that she could read it but claims that we are in Europe when clearly, we're in South Korea.
"Are we there yet?" the little girl asks, tugging at my sleeve, "we passed a lot of houses alweady.."
"No, we are looking for house number 8. Can you help me find it on this side of the road?"
Hyekyung tilts her head to the side, pausing to think. "What does 8 wook wike again, eonnie?" she asks before flashing me an innocent grin, "Kyungie fowgot..."
"8 looks like a circle with a belt in the middle," I explain to her before hearing her chirp an 'okay' enthusiastically.
As Hyekyung walks slightly ahead of me, I let my mind wander off. Honestly, today is a pretty beautiful day and it's been a while that I get to go out and enjoy the sun like this when usually I'd be tangled up in the mountain of assignments my professors had given me. If Wooyoung hadn't convinced me to let Hyekyung come then I'd probably in the very same boring routine, which I will admit isn't very healthy.
I would have walked past my little sister if she hadn't stopped so abruptly, pointing at a house with a widespread grin. "Tadah!" she cheers, jumping up and down, "Numbew eight!"
"Uyoung!" she exclaims before Naruto running into the house yard and my eyes widen.
"Hyekyung no!" I catch her small hand and slow her down, "you need to be polite, you can't run into someone's house like that!" I say as we come to the front doors.
"B-but Uyoung my fwend..."
"Still," I lift her up and place her on my hips, "this is not my apartment or our house, so we need to be respectful."
I chuckle when Hyekyung sticks out her bottom lip in a pout so I push her hair out of her face, on the verge of uwu-ing. "How about you knock the door for us, huh?" I say.
That seemed to cheer her up and she bounces excitedly in my arms, reaching out for the wooden door of the house and pounds in small rapid knocks, almost falling at how eager she was. "Uyoung!" she yells over the top of her lungs before letting out small giggles.
As I shush her for being a little too loud, I can hear the thumping of steps from the other side of the door — probably running — and a clatter before a loud "ouch". "Coming..!" Wooyoung's familiar voice chirps from somewhere inside the house and not long after, the door opens to reveal Wooyoung with one of the biggest grins I've ever seen worn on his face.
Immediately, Hyekyung opens her arms so Wooyoung could carry her on his hips before the two of them zoom into the house, leaving me stunned at the doorway. That... was kind of what I half expected. Shaking my head, I welcome myself in when I realise neither Wooyoung nor Hyekyung will be back to drag me inside.
Wooyoung's house is nice and warm, a contrast to the chilly weather outside. He had framed pictures lining up the hall, of his family maybe. I don't know if he lives with his parents or not, but the house is exceptionally clean, much neater than my apartment and I know that Wooyoung is a bit of a clean-freak in class (just a little bit) so I'm not that surprised. I come to the living room where the two are playing with a Lego set Wooyoung had pulled out for them to play with.
"Do you want some snacks?" Wooyoung asks once he's noticed my presence on his couch, sitting awkwardly. I'm not saying that it's feeling of going over to play at your friend's house for the first time and that weird, uncomfortable air just clings around you — but that's exactly what I'm saying.
The silver haired seemed to have noticed and he laughs before striding out of the room. "Make yourself at home," he tells me as he goes, "no one's gonna kill you."
I scoff when Hyekyung quickly stands up to trail after him and comes back into the room with a huff when Wooyoung told her to just sit down and play with Legos because he's getting some food. My eyes follow her, finding amusement in her little stomps as she makes her way around the mess of Lego pieces, building a tower before breaking them apart.
To keep myself entertained, I finally sink myself in a more comfortable position on the couch — wow I might be able to fall asleep right now. Once I've found an angle I'm good with, I pull out my phone and answer some messages from my mum and Yeosang. Every now and then, Wooyoung's voice would screech from the kitchen (wherever that is) asking us if we're okay with chips and coke and brownies, and of course for Hyekyung — strawberry milk. My sister would always answer for me, resulting in Wooyoung's ghost of laughter to echo across the house.
However, I almost fall off the couch when another voice chimes in. "Oh?" they say, in tone of surprise.
I look up to see Choi San standing in the doorway, cradling a bag of salt and vinegar chips on one arm and the other freezing up in the middle of taking a bite. He had his eyes wide, his mouth may be closed but I can tell his jaw is dropping as he stares at Hyekyung, then to me, then back at Hyekyung. What was he doing here? Especially looking like he just got out of bed... at 3 in the afternoon. The boy was sporting his red-black hair as usual, only that it's slightly messy and held back by a yellow fluffy bandana. He was wearing an old university hoodie and basketball shorts and honestly, it looks as if he's more than ready to go right back to bed.
"Um... hi?" he finally speaks, "didn't know you're coming."
I scoff. "Didn't know you're here," I say before continuing to look at my phone.
As soon as San steps into the room, Hyekyung runs to him, hugging him by the legs. Through the corners of my eyes, I snicker when San almost loses his balance and spilling his chips at the same time when the force of her weight crashes into him. "Sani!" the little girl cheers, making San let out a small nervous laugh when her grip gets a little too tight and he struggles to keep his pants around his waist.
"Let's go make a farm!" Hyekyung pulls him by the hand.
Almost 2 hours later, San is almost passed out next to me and breathing heavily. The sun is slowly setting and it's getting darker but Wooyoung and Hyekyung are still jumping up and down in front of the tv, screaming the lyrics to a random song about ponytails sung by a trio cartoon penguins. Their energy never seem to drain out and even I, who had only been watching them, am getting exhausted just by seeing them seemingly bounce off the walls of the living room. Leftovers of half eaten cookies and crumbs of brownies litter the carpet, empty plastic glasses turned upside down and it was clear that they were on a sugar-rush.
San and I? We're both just having a headache.
"I did not expect my weekend to be spent like this," he groans, turning around to bury his face on the cushions.
Laughing, I rewind back to when he and I first met. San's first impression on me was of a cool and collected guy who was full of remarks and a knack for teasing the people of around him. And with that dimple of his? He can charm his way through people, most definitely. But now, looking at the same boy in this situation, he was more than just a 'pretty face'.
Oh and guess who else is more than just a 'pretty face'? That's right, Park Seonghwa. No wonder the both of them are cousins.
Now, San's behaviour in his natural habitat doesn't even match up to the image he puts of for other people to see. The swagger he would carry was let loose and I'm met by a whiny, easily-bored and mischievous professional potato chip taster. The boy on the further side of the couch covers his ears with his hands when Wooyung and Hyekyung presses the replay button on the karaoke app and the very same ponytail song comes back on.
I swear I could see the faint shape of a smirk when San finally gives up and rushes out the room, pulling his hood over his head and draws the strings. "I'm taking your car!" he calls over his shoulder, jiggling the keys he finds on a small hook by the door.
San pauses and turns to me. "You coming?" he nods to the door.
I hesitate for a moment, glancing back the extremely loud duo. Wooyoung is now kneeling before Hyekyung, directing his mic to her as she sings dramatically into it. After being traumatised of the two of them suddenly shaking their head to the music, I join San who had already stepped out of the house.
"Chaos?"
"The end of the fucking world."
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