Byunghun POV

I ran to the playground as I sat down on the swing nearer. I feel my hands grip on the chain of the swing but I didn't bother to swing either. A pressure of aches snap me from my day dreaming. I pulled up my pants a bit until a purplish bruised on my knees revealed. It seem worst. I hissed on pain when my trembling fingers touch the cuts. "Mother i miss you" an image of my mother running in my mind.

Two months ago my mother left me due to an illness. It was her heart that is weak. It stopped beating out of expectation. Since I was born, I had my mom only in my life but now i had to live without her. I felt lonely.

"Hi!!" I rose my head up just to see a brightness of sunlight striking the view of a boy standing in front of me. The liquids of my tears prevent my eyes to get a clear view of him. Just from my blurry sight, i can see his shining smile.

"Hey...are you ok??" I saw him bent down "Oh God, your knee bruised up" he touch on my cuts but then stop when he notice me flinched. 

"Opps, sorry" he said. Then, i realize his palm on my swollen cheek. I could sense my cheek is heating up by his touch. His fingers crawling on my skin, brushing off all the tears on my face. I had my clear view of him, a little boy which is around my age who had a perfect figure and pretty face attach him fit. I see his sparkles eyes shot towards me while his lips carving a non-stop smile. "Boys don't cry, got it?" He said, pecking my cheek.

BADUMP!! BADUMP!!

Chunji POV

I hate it when my mom said she had meeting today. I know that fuc*ing meeting things are important for her career but come on, today is weekend. Why can't she forget about her job and spend time a bit with her kids. Why? Why?

I dont wanna stay home alone. My brother had school today for extra classes n that's mean I got no one to played with. Arghhh, I really hate to be left alone. So, I decided to go out. I went to the playground nearby while bringing my ball along. However, it's not fun to play anything alone. I sat on bench while scanning around the pla