A Good Day (Rewritten)
A/N: I rewrote this chapter from memory so things may be a little different but for the most part I didn't make any drastic changes or anything.
Seungho was sprawled out on his bed, staring the floor dejectedly. His mouth opened into a wide yawn which he made no attempt to hide. It was just another boring Saturday for him.
The sun was glowing, its rays beaming down into his room. The sky was a beautiful blue color, practically calling out to Seungho. A gentle breeze blew in through the open window, ruffling the curtains.
Seungho reached behind him and pulled Minah’s mask off of his desk. He stared at it, disappointed the he hadn’t given it to her yet. When he had seen her that one day, wearing G.O’s mask, he lost the courage to give it to her.
With an exasperated sigh, Seungho threw the mask onto his bed and rolled off of it. He stood up and walked over to the open window, feeling the breeze welcoming him.
*It’s a nice day out. I bet those guys will be playing soccer today.*
Seungho softly padded over to his door and pressed his ear to it, listening intently. Hearing nothing, he assumed that his mother was not home. In a flash, he had raided his closet and changed into clothes appropriate for playing soccer. Stuffing some extra clothes into a bag, he slung it over his shoulder and snuck out of the house.
It was about 1 o’clock and the streets were busy with people walking about on a perfect Saturday. Seungho inhaled deeply, feeling the outdoor air invigorating him. He pumped his legs, bursting into a sprint, a rush of adrenalin coursing through his veins.
Seungho ran all the way to the park where he found the same group of boys from before playing soccer. A smile came on his face as he slowed down and ambled over to them.
Doojoon looked up when he heard Seungho approaching him. The game stopped and everyone rushed over to greet Seungho enthusiastically.
“Hey, look whose back. We missed you,” Doojoon said. Kikwang came over and threw his arm around Doojoon’s shoulder.
“Yeah, the teams have always been uneven since you weren’t her,” Kikwang added. Now that Seungho was there, the boys decided to split up the teams again. It soon broke out into a heated argument over which team would get Seungho.
“We should get Seungho, he knows us!” Kikwang reasoned as he gestured to himself and Doojoon. Another guy, whose name was Dongwoon, shook his head.
“That doesn’t matter. We have Yoseob! He’s practically a handicap!” Dongwoon shouted in protest. Yoseob, a short, cute little guy, smacked Dongwoon’s arm and glared at him.
“I am NOT a handicap,” he said firmly. Dongwoon rolled his eyes and turned back to continue the argument. Seungho raised an eyebrow as he observed the scene before him. There was something about the way interacted with one another even while they were arguing that seemed to give off the notion they were all really close. Maybe it was the fact that Seungho could see the smiles in their eyes even while they hollered at each other. It was all just playful joking…for the most part.
“Yah, you guys are too annoying. Just let Seungho pick the team he wants.” Another guy stepped up, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared down every single guy. Doojoon tapped his chin and seemed to think about it for a moment, and then he nodded thoughtfully.
“I think Junhyung is right. So, which team do you want to be on Seungho?”
All eyes shifted to Seungho now and he glanced around uncomfortably. He wasn’t used to having so much attention on him, it was nerve wracking. As he skimmed over all the guys, his eyes couldn’t help but pick up on the short guy hopping up and down, his eyes basically pleading for Seungho to pick his team.
Seungho chuckled inwardly as he stepped over to Yoseob’s team. Yoseob whooped happily and jumped in the air. He hi-fived Dongwoon while the other team groaned.
“I knew you would pick our team!” Yoseob cheered as he hooked his arm through Seungho’s. “Let’s play!”
At that small phrase, the boys rushed out to their positions and the game began. The ball was kicked back and forth, passed from person to person, and the game was close. Neither team had the upper hand but that was what made it fun.
Dongwoon shouted angrily when Yoseob tripped over his shoelaces and lost the ball. Luckily, Seungho got it back moments later and even managed to shoot. The ball soared into the goal, right past the goalie’s hands. Seungho’s team burst out into cheers, running over to him and slapping him on the back.
“Alright, let’s take a break.” Doojoon suggested. They boys had been playing for hours now, and when Seungho looked at his watch he saw that it was 5:30.
*Crap, my mom is probably wondering where I am.*
“Hey, earth to Seungho. You there?” Kikwang said, gently knocking on Seungho’s head. He turned and blinked, coming back to reality.
“Oh, yeah. I’m fine,” he replied. Kikwang gave him a look before walking away to talk to Junhyung. Then, Doojoon came over to him and handed a bottle of water to him. Seungho gave him a small smile and thanked him.
“What’s on your mind?” Doojoon asked, sitting down on the grass. Seungho sat down beside him and took a sip of water.
“Nothing, I’m just worried my mother will snap at me for coming here.” Doojoon nodded in understanding.
“Well, just don’t tell her you came here then. She won’t find out unless you tell her,” he replied. Seungho shrugged. “I guess,” he responded.
Suddenly, the pair heard a loud shriek and they looked up to find Yoseob drenched in water with an amused Dongwoon standing over him, an empty water bottle in his hand.
“Yah, Son Dongwoon! I’m going to kill you!” Yoseob yelled. Dongwoon laughed and started running away when Yoseob began to chase him. “It wasn’t my idea, it was Hyunseung’s!” Dongwoon called back.
Meanwhile, Hyunseung was doubled over in laughter, merry with the fact that his plan had worked and that Dongwoon was the one taking the punishment for it. Doojoon chuckled softly as he watched his friends run around, still full of energy even after a day of playing soccer.
“Are your friends at school like this too?” Doojoon asked Seungho. Seungho was rendered speechless for a moment with no clue how to respond. He didn’t really have any friends; he never made an effort to make any.
“I…don’t have any.” Seungho said. Doojoon’s eyes widened for a split second, his shock evident. He quickly replaced his shock with a warm smile. “Don’t have any friends? Then what are we?”
Seungho felt his lips curling into a smile, elated by the fact that he had made new friends that day. Doojoon held out his hand and when Seungho took it, he pulled him and slapped his back lightly. “Welcome to the group friend.”
Suddenly, a stream of water hit the both of them and they gasped in surprise, sputtering out water. “What the hell?” Doojoon snapped. He looked up and saw Yoseob and Dongwoon standing over them, devilish smirks on their faces. “That’s it, you guys are going down.” Doojoon declared, twisting open the cap of his water bottle.
“Let’s get them Seungho,” he said. Yoseob and Dongwoon looked at each other and ran away at the same time. Doojoon got up and chased after them, shortly followed by Seungho. He laughed lightly as he chased them down, throwing water on them. All the guys joined in and the soccer field became a water war zone.
After all that, the guys collapsed on the ground. They were soaked from head to toe, shivering a little, but happy none the less. It seemed like nothing could ruin the moment until Seungho’s phone rang incessantly. He picked it up and grimaced a little when he saw the caller ID. His mom.
“Yah, where are you right now?!” Seungho cringed as his mother shrieked into the phone.
“I just went out for a walk.”
“Well come home right now. And buy the groceries on the way home. You know what to get, right?”
“Yes, I do.” With a sigh, Seungho hung up the phone. “Was that your mom?” Doojoon questioned. Seungho nodded.
“Sorry, I have to go now,” he said. “Alright, but you better not forget to come by and play soccer with us again.” Kikwang spoke up, grinning widely. Seungho gave him a small nod and grabbed his bag, trudging away.
He walked a ways before going into a supermarket. Since he was still soaked, he went into the bathroom and changed into a dry outfit.
*Luckily I brought extra clothes with me.*
Seungho lumbered down the aisles with a basket in hand, grabbing only what he needed. When he was walking by all the frozen foods, he paused in front of the ice cream freezer. He opened it and pulled out a sundae cone, his favorite.
*I think I deserve a treat for doing this.*
Once he obtained everything he needed, he headed towards the cash registers. Without bothering to look at the cashier, Seungho piled the groceries onto the counter.
“Oh, it’s you,” a soft voice said. Seungho immediately recognized the voice and looked up. His jaw nearly dropped, shocked to see Minah standing before him. “M-minah,” he stuttered.
“Umm, I’m sorry but I don’t know your name.” Minah replied. “Seungho. Yang Seungho,” he responded quickly.
“Well, it’s nice to see you again.” Minah said. Seungho nodded, doing his best to keep a smile from breaking out onto his face. His day had just gotten even better. He didn’t know why, but seeing Minah made him want to smile like an idiot.
The pair didn’t say anything to each other as Minah scanned the items. Seungho’s eyes flickered towards the screen, seeing the price rising with each item scanned. Grimacing inwardly, Seungho pulled out his wallet and checked to see if he could afford everything.
Realizing that he didn’t have enough money, Seungho reached out and grabbed some of the items. “I don’t need these anymore. I’ll just put them away.”
Minah stopped him. “It’s fine,” she said. Seungho tried to protest but she held her hand out, waiting for him to hand her the money. Reluctantly, Seungho placed all his money in her hand. “Okay, good bye.” Minah said.
Seungho blinked in confusion. “Wait, what? You didn’t even count the money.” Minah shook her head and waved him away. “It’s fine.”
“Oh! Bang Minah are you flirting with the customer?!” Himchan exclaimed as he walked over to his register. Minah ignored him and ushered Seungho away, thrusting the bags into his hands. Seungho glanced back a few times before walking away.
“Yah, so you flirt with customers when I’m in the bathroom? I didn’t think I’d see this day.” Himchan said, winking at her. Minah glared at him and threw a pen at him. He chuckled and held his hands up in defense. “Alright, no more teasing. No need to get violent.”
Minah rolled her eyes and counted Seungho’s money. *Hmm, it’s 20,000 won short. I’ll just pay for the rest myself. It’s the least I can do for him.*
She pulled out her own money and then placed it all into the register. Minah had to keep herself from scoffing when Himchan immediately started flirting with a pretty customer who was checking out in his lane. *Typical Kim Himchan.*
Seungho swung the grocery bags in his hand lightly as he ate the ice cream he had bought. He couldn’t help but feel guilty about leaving the supermarket. He knew that his money wasn’t enough to cover the cost of the groceries.
*Did Minah pay for the rest with her own money? She wouldn’t do that, right?*
He dismissed the thought from his mind. *No, maybe I miscounted and there actually was enough money.* Whatever it was, Seungho didn’t think about it anymore. All he could think about was how good of a day he had. After dropping the groceries off in the kitchen for his mother, he went upstairs to his room and flopped onto his bed.
It had been a long time since Seungho had had such a good day. He found himself smiling widely as his eyes closed and he drifted off into peaceful dreams.
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