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[ to: wonshik ]: I’m out of work. [ to: wonshik ]: I’ll meet you over there!

Jia placed her phone in her black messenger bag and gathered her things on her desk. There was a new person in her life, Wonshik. She had met him a few years back at a food stand. She ordered 1 serving while he ordered 2 and the orders got mixed up and she received his order. It was awkward in reality, but it brought her a friendship that lasted for a long time, even after a few years of not seeing him.

Jia locked the doors as always and walked through the neighborhood to get to the food stand once again. The food stand had become their little inside joke and the place where many things happen. Last time she was there, a drunk man was dancing alone near it and gave some money to Jia because she wasn’t from Seoul. It was odd, but she got a few extra bucks. 

Walking by a trash bin, a few sniffles came from it. Jia stopped walking and listened closely to the noise from the bin. There was a short silence and then the sniffles continued. Jia bit her lip out of nervousness, but still made her way towards the bin. She stood in front of it for a moment and took a deep breath before opening the bin. Jia dropped the top on the floor and her eyes widened at the sight of a little girl with a dried bloodied nose crying. 

“Don’t hurt me...” The little girl held her knees closely to her torso and put her head in between.

“No, sweetie. I’m not going to hurt you.” Jia softly spoke as she extended her hand outward with a small smile. The little girl flinched when Jia reached out, but her head slowly rose when Jia was not moving. “Do you promise?” Jia nodded at the little girl’s question, her smile never fading. The little girl took Jia’s hand and Jia picked the little girl up carefully in case of any injuries. 

“Are you hurting anywhere?” Jia’s hands were hovering around the girl’s body, not wanting to any more harm. The little girl pointed at her legs. The jeans were tattered from her knees and stains of dirt on all of her clothing. “Okay, I’m going to call a nice oppa to come and get us, okay? We’re going to help you, okay baby?” The little girl looked at Jia for a moment, as if trying to get a read on her before nodding in agreement.

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16. My muse will cook your muse dinner

“I have to warn you though – I can’t cook” she chuckled out of embarrassment, as she tried to find something on her fridge. “I hope it’s okay if i just cook some ramen for us, i honestly have nothing else since i don’t usually cook at home.” she closed the fridge, with some eggs on her hands. She heated the pot that was on the stove, and once the water was boiling she quickly opened the packets of ramen, putting them carefully into the boiling water along with the eggs which she just cracked open. As soon as everything was done – she put the ramen on the two bowls, taking it with her to the dining table. “Eat up while it’s hot.” she sat across the other, starting to eat her ramen. 

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“It’s raining.” He tells her and she nods, sitting on the bed with her cup of hot choco in her hands. “Where are you going?” She asks once he started to make his way towards the door of her room. “To bed.” He says but with the grumbling sound of the thunder, her eyes grew wide and she stares at him. 

He knew better than to leave her but he wanted to hear something from her. “Stay, please.” She says after putting away her drink and he climbs up on her bed, hugging her to his chest.

Thud.. thud.. it was his heartbeat that she’s focusing too rather than the thunder growling outside. His breathing was the next she focuses on, matching her breathing with his later on as she hugs him tighter, curling her fingers against the material of his clothing. 

The rain was far from stopping and now she didn’t need to hide under the table or inside the closet to ignore the angry noises of the sky at the moment.

Dripping, the rain slowly comes to a stop and she’s still wide awake while he’s asleep, his arms wrapped around her protectively and her head perking up, trying to see his sleeping face. Once she gets to see him sleeping well, she smiles all to herself. 

“Well, good night to you too, Wonshik.” 

It's been about almost two decades since the last time she has been around this place. The memories flooding up in her mind as she strolled around the playground. "Shikkie.." She murmured under her breath as her fingers curled around the chains that supported the swing, bringing herself to take a seat and sigh out in regret. He was the last thing that was normal for her. That little boy who used to offer pushing her on the swing, play tag with her, enjoy the warm sun and just hide under the shade of the tree as their day would come to an end. "Let's meet on sunday again!" The boy excitedly told her back then, she nodded and they made a pinky swear.

Did he wait for her the whole day back then? That pinky swear they made, stolen kisses on the cheeks that they shared, dreams they made and that small wedding ceremony they held on their own. Funny as it seems, that was the life she had before everything came crumbling down on her. After all these years, she's still holding unto the possiblity that someday they would meet again. Suddenly she felt like crying, feeling sad at how they promised to protect each other no matter what and that they would never lose contact but they did. And she surely have lost her."Shikkie.. I bet you've gotten tired of waiting for me, didn't you?" she mumbled, holding on that shoelace of his around her wrist. "I'm sorry." She continues to mumble.

Everything has changed now, she was no longer normal and she was far from being one. What's there for her to do other than move on? If only she could meet him once again. Just one last time for her to apologize. Just one last glimpse of his smile to know she was forgiven for making him wait.