365 Days of Love Rants
day 36 : good day
pg
het!2min
good day || 1207wc
Hi, let’s have a brief introduction. I’m Lee Taeyeon, 10 and 6 of age and currently crushing on a popular senior which is exceptionally a bad thing giving the fact that I’m a freshman. I’m regarded as an outcast, to be precise “The Weird Girl with a Parrot.”Yep, they did get that one right, is not I’m anti-social or something, but Mr.Parrot who is currently pecking water safely locked in its cage had been my one and only friend since the pre-school day, a present from my late mother.
Oh, yeah I forgot to mention. I’m an orphan since I was 5,the roof that is shielding me at the moment is provided by my older brother’s , Lee Jinki ,trickles of sweat and hard work, which I gave my outmost respect and the second man I love the most, next to Choi Minho.
Oops, I slipped that precious information about my crush. He’s name is Choi Minho, tall, muscled, mocha coloured skinned due to playing football beneath the blazing sun which I don’t mind at all, as it gives him a sort of a more exotic look and he is extremely quiet which makes this mysterious aura coursing around him. And when he smiles, my childish giggles erupt. And when he’s all sweaty and eyebrow scrunched in the middle of a football game, my heart flatters forward, and my knees goes wobbly. His musky scent that disperses in the air as he passed the freshman corridor, better than the stacks of masculine perfumes arranged neatly at shopping malls shelves, those are acrid and bogus. But, his scent furnishes me this sense of security that I only felt when I was inside my house in the embrace of Gwiboon unnie and Jinki oppa.
Oh, I didn’t talk about Gwiboon. Oops.
“Taeyeon-ah, come down, dinner is served.”
That’s her calling me, in summary; she’s my brother’s wife.
~
“So, how was school today?”Jinki oppa questioned sternly with his eyes lidded with glasses, sockets moving accordingly to the lines and continuous lines of verbose articles on the newspaper. He emits this sense of paternal love that I had never experienced, keeping a certain distance from his daughter because he was afraid of her growing up and leaving him behind.
“It was fine.”I retorted, with knife chiselling the steak. The dining table is a place of strict discipline, as my late father was a man with reputation known for his etiquette and politeness.
“So, how is your progress with that boy?”Gwiboon unnie asked as she sat down on the chair opposite me, still with her white apron on. She is indeed beautiful, and somewhat I had a hunch on why my brother had married her. She had pair observant feline eyes that always sense the changing tide of my mood, a remarkably good cook, and she’s the replacement of a mother’s warmth for me.
I instantly blush and Jinki’s oppa’s gaze averted towards me ignoring the open pages of his newspapers, scrutinising, the socket of his eyes moved to and fro from me to Gwiboon unnie, trying to dig in deeper in our girl’s secret.
“Not that far, unnie.”I sighed in regret for my shy demeanour that only allows me to look at him from a far. Oppa’s eyes waited for a response from Gwiboon unnie.
“That’s too bad but, I do reckon that you should confess to him. You’ll never know if he also likes you back.”She suggested, and oppa’s face was blank and he was deep in thought throughout dinner perhaps trying to figure out our dirty little secret. He might be intelligent and diligent in studies, but in issues involving a budding feeling of 16 years old, he had no knowledge.
~
That night, in my room, I rehearsed with Mr.Parrot the word of love twirling around the room in my night gown, with love songs amplified. It was amazing being in love, as if it had given me a pair of wings that I love to flutter around with. It was a pleasant feeling, that makes you smile every time you think of him or even when you close your eyes, all you can see is him, and your cheeks suddenly changes to a brilliant pink and you felt a lot warmer inside your heart.
I continued, recited the same sentence of love declaration until I landed on my soft bed with a wide smile, hand clutching on my chest as it rapidly beats. Everything was new to me, this nervousness and the anticipation for tomorrow to come. I daydreamed for a while, as I stared on the ceiling and the images of me and Minho oppa holding hands flashes and that night I dreamt of the same image.
~
The wait was agonising, I had to endure school before this feelings could be known by him. The radiant hue of orange sky was exposed to the world, and I walked to the shop he’s working in part-time with my straight black hair neatly combed with a pleated bright orange dress and not to forget Mr. Parrot resting on my shoulder as a lucky charm.
I watched him from the store window; he was meticulously working with his cold composure. I strutted with confidence, acting that my heart was calm and wasn’t erratically thrashing. I skimmed the shelves, grabbing a box of marshmallows to be purchased, once in a while glancing at him in awe.
The moment of truth came as I put down the box on the counter, Mr.Parrot had flown and rest on the side of the counter and my mouth were suddenly dry and I was about to mutter those well-rehearsed sentence when a squeaky voice had preceded me.
“Meeno,O-oppa,s-saranghae.”Mr.Parrot muttered those words with a pause.
I waited for his response with my fist clenches the counter and he left me with a look of indifferent. My head was spinning and my fingers were losing its grip, and dejectedly I left the shop.
~
“It didn’t go well. He probably laughs at me at the moment.”I said, willing myself not to cry in front of unnie. She was patting my back comfortingly.
“It’s his lost after all!”She shouted probably mad for the boy who had hurt me without knowing.
The front door bell rang and she left me alone to wallow in my sorrow.
“Taeyeon-ah,he’s here!”She cheered in rapture. I quickly fixed my hair and went down.
~
He was in a green tweed jumper, with his back turned.
“Hai.”I greeted awkwardly.
And he turned around, still looking fresh even after long hours of labour.Mr.Parrot flew from his shoulder to mine.
“Thank you.”I bowed and he left after wishing a good night.
How am I supposed to have a good night when I’m in this state?
~
I was about to stop him, but the front door had shut.
I stared outside in desolate; the first snow of the season had started falling.
~
Outside, the said heartbreaker was still staring at the Lee’s front door in regret before he moved away.
Don’t say those kind of sad things
While looking at me like this
Is it that I’m childish or a bit slow?
I can’t believe it
- IU - Good Day
pg
het!2min
good day || 1207wc
Hi, let’s have a brief introduction. I’m Lee Taeyeon, 10 and 6 of age and currently crushing on a popular senior which is exceptionally a bad thing giving the fact that I’m a freshman. I’m regarded as an outcast, to be precise “The Weird Girl with a Parrot.”Yep, they did get that one right, is not I’m anti-social or something, but Mr.Parrot who is currently pecking water safely locked in its cage had been my one and only friend since the pre-school day, a present from my late mother.
Oh, yeah I forgot to mention. I’m an orphan since I was 5,the roof that is shielding me at the moment is provided by my older brother’s , Lee Jinki ,trickles of sweat and hard work, which I gave my outmost respect and the second man I love the most, next to Choi Minho.
Oops, I slipped that precious information about my crush. He’s name is Choi Minho, tall, muscled, mocha coloured skinned due to playing football beneath the blazing sun which I don’t mind at all, as it gives him a sort of a more exotic look and he is extremely quiet which makes this mysterious aura coursing around him. And when he smiles, my childish giggles erupt. And when he’s all sweaty and eyebrow scrunched in the middle of a football game, my heart flatters forward, and my knees goes wobbly. His musky scent that disperses in the air as he passed the freshman corridor, better than the stacks of masculine perfumes arranged neatly at shopping malls shelves, those are acrid and bogus. But, his scent furnishes me this sense of security that I only felt when I was inside my house in the embrace of Gwiboon unnie and Jinki oppa.
Oh, I didn’t talk about Gwiboon. Oops.
“Taeyeon-ah, come down, dinner is served.”
That’s her calling me, in summary; she’s my brother’s wife.
~
“So, how was school today?”Jinki oppa questioned sternly with his eyes lidded with glasses, sockets moving accordingly to the lines and continuous lines of verbose articles on the newspaper. He emits this sense of paternal love that I had never experienced, keeping a certain distance from his daughter because he was afraid of her growing up and leaving him behind.
“It was fine.”I retorted, with knife chiselling the steak. The dining table is a place of strict discipline, as my late father was a man with reputation known for his etiquette and politeness.
“So, how is your progress with that boy?”Gwiboon unnie asked as she sat down on the chair opposite me, still with her white apron on. She is indeed beautiful, and somewhat I had a hunch on why my brother had married her. She had pair observant feline eyes that always sense the changing tide of my mood, a remarkably good cook, and she’s the replacement of a mother’s warmth for me.
I instantly blush and Jinki’s oppa’s gaze averted towards me ignoring the open pages of his newspapers, scrutinising, the socket of his eyes moved to and fro from me to Gwiboon unnie, trying to dig in deeper in our girl’s secret.
“Not that far, unnie.”I sighed in regret for my shy demeanour that only allows me to look at him from a far. Oppa’s eyes waited for a response from Gwiboon unnie.
“That’s too bad but, I do reckon that you should confess to him. You’ll never know if he also likes you back.”She suggested, and oppa’s face was blank and he was deep in thought throughout dinner perhaps trying to figure out our dirty little secret. He might be intelligent and diligent in studies, but in issues involving a budding feeling of 16 years old, he had no knowledge.
~
That night, in my room, I rehearsed with Mr.Parrot the word of love twirling around the room in my night gown, with love songs amplified. It was amazing being in love, as if it had given me a pair of wings that I love to flutter around with. It was a pleasant feeling, that makes you smile every time you think of him or even when you close your eyes, all you can see is him, and your cheeks suddenly changes to a brilliant pink and you felt a lot warmer inside your heart.
I continued, recited the same sentence of love declaration until I landed on my soft bed with a wide smile, hand clutching on my chest as it rapidly beats. Everything was new to me, this nervousness and the anticipation for tomorrow to come. I daydreamed for a while, as I stared on the ceiling and the images of me and Minho oppa holding hands flashes and that night I dreamt of the same image.
~
The wait was agonising, I had to endure school before this feelings could be known by him. The radiant hue of orange sky was exposed to the world, and I walked to the shop he’s working in part-time with my straight black hair neatly combed with a pleated bright orange dress and not to forget Mr. Parrot resting on my shoulder as a lucky charm.
I watched him from the store window; he was meticulously working with his cold composure. I strutted with confidence, acting that my heart was calm and wasn’t erratically thrashing. I skimmed the shelves, grabbing a box of marshmallows to be purchased, once in a while glancing at him in awe.
The moment of truth came as I put down the box on the counter, Mr.Parrot had flown and rest on the side of the counter and my mouth were suddenly dry and I was about to mutter those well-rehearsed sentence when a squeaky voice had preceded me.
“Meeno,O-oppa,s-saranghae.”Mr.Parrot muttered those words with a pause.
I waited for his response with my fist clenches the counter and he left me with a look of indifferent. My head was spinning and my fingers were losing its grip, and dejectedly I left the shop.
~
“It didn’t go well. He probably laughs at me at the moment.”I said, willing myself not to cry in front of unnie. She was patting my back comfortingly.
“It’s his lost after all!”She shouted probably mad for the boy who had hurt me without knowing.
The front door bell rang and she left me alone to wallow in my sorrow.
“Taeyeon-ah,he’s here!”She cheered in rapture. I quickly fixed my hair and went down.
~
He was in a green tweed jumper, with his back turned.
“Hai.”I greeted awkwardly.
And he turned around, still looking fresh even after long hours of labour.Mr.Parrot flew from his shoulder to mine.
“Thank you.”I bowed and he left after wishing a good night.
How am I supposed to have a good night when I’m in this state?
~
I was about to stop him, but the front door had shut.
I stared outside in desolate; the first snow of the season had started falling.
~
Outside, the said heartbreaker was still staring at the Lee’s front door in regret before he moved away.
Don’t say those kind of sad things
While looking at me like this
Is it that I’m childish or a bit slow?
I can’t believe it
- IU - Good Day