[Oh gosh, this is confusing, it switches between POV's without telling you~]

{Their POV colors match their skinny jean colors on stage ^^}

Teaser One:

            “Hyung, look!” I yelled, causing my boyfriend to snap his head toward my direction. His eyes were soft, but his tone was fierce. “Yah Minho-ah, I told you not to call me hyung, you make me feel old!”

            “Mianhae, Kibummie,” he said, wrapping his long arms around my waist and kissing my temple, gently. I chuckled lightly, and then spun out of his warmth, only grasping his hand. “Okay froggy, what did you want me to look at?”

            I smiled and pulled Kibum into my arms once more, turning him around so he could see the soccer field. “Err… what am I supposed to be looking at?” he asked, looking up at me, his eyes boring into mine, though he claims my stares are quite; flaming, as well.

            “Let’s take a walk, baby,” I suggested, pulling his small hand into mine. He nodded in agreement and fell into step behind me, our long strides getting us to the center of the field almost immediately. “I wanted to show you-,”

            “Omo! Omo omo omo!” he screamed, jumping around the white marks on the bright blades of grass. “This is the most gorgeous-,” I cut him off. “You are the most gorgeous, Kibum.”

            “-picture ever,” I faltered, staring at the beautiful art displayed across Minho’s most beloved field. “How did you do this?” I asked, turning to look him in the eyes.

“I stole some special paint from a janitor and asked a classmate if he could help me paint this. We worked on it all night,” he confessed, wrapping his right arm around my waist and putting his head on my shoulder, his long dark hair, meshing oddly with my light brown hair.

“Oh Minho…” he said, bringing my neck down with his arms, crushing me with a warm hug. I ran my fingers through his cinnamon locks and kissed his forehead. “I’m glad you like it.”

Scoffing, he pulled away from our embrace. “Of course I like it. Though, I’d like it much better if you took the initiative and made it by yourself. Who helped you, anyway? Was it Jo-?”

 “Neh,” I retorted, not wanting to talk about that weird, nerdy kid any longer than necessary. Allowing me to go scot free for interrupting him (again!), he circled the masterpiece.

“My lord Minho, this, this is utterly perfect,” he said; his love of art, and our relationship, running wild as he starred at our smiling faces, a picture taken at the end of our first date. It was hard to believe I’d been dating the boy for six months now.

“You’re welcome Minho. I hope you two are happy together,” their love was so enthralling, it made me throw up a little. “One day, Choi, he’ll realize you aren’t as princely as you claim to be.”

Teaser Two:

(albeit of a time skip, dears)

“Umma, where are we going?” Victoria questioned, her younger sister was sleeping in my arms as we turned a corner to see an ice cream shop about a block away. “Well, I thought it’d be good for us to get out of the house. Umma’s been feeling pretty down lately, and I thought maybe ice cream could help. It always does.” She nodded her head adorably, her wavy black hair shaking vigorously as she did so. Aigoo, she’s too cute, I can’t believe I may have to-

“Ni-hao,” a person greeted. Their hair was blonde and short, and their clothes were large and ill-fitting. Despite the masculine exterior, her face was soft and pretty. I tilted my head, and then Victoria and I said, “Ni-hao,” making the androgynous girl smile. She stood and eyed me, looking me up and down about ten times before Chaerin sneezed, snapping her out of her stupor. 

“Let me guess-?”

Interrupting her, I gasped, “You’re a boy?”

Teasingly, she asked, “And you’re a girl?”

Putting a hand on my slightly enlarged hip due to recent pregnancy, I scoffed at the tom-boy. “Do I really look like a girl?”

Not missing a beat, she inquired, “Do I really look like a boy?”

Giggling at us, Victoria wrapped her little arms around my thigh, “You guys are like twins!”

Looking down and nodding to Victoria, suddenly, I began feeling dizzy. Clutching Chaerin tighter, I glanced at the girl who was instantly to my side. She wrapped her thin arms around my waist, and led me to the seat she previously sat at.

“Thank you,” I said, earning a small smile. It wasn’t like the smile she had during our gender discussion. It was sad. It was pitiful. She looked at the table, etched into her eyes were about a thousand different questions and a thousand different answers and two thousand different scenarios on how we ended up the way we are. I glanced to my daughters and felt my eyes water. Victoria leaned her head on the table and lulled to sleep, while Chaerin nuzzled her little face deeper against my chest, her button nose touching the skin my black v-neck didn’t cover.

“I’m Amber,” she introduced, extending her thin hand to me. “Kibum,” I retorted, supporting Chaerin with my right hand and giving Amber my left. “It’s nice to meet you, Amber. You seem…different,” I said with a smirk, wanting her to show her personality and not act like I’m some delicate being that needed her pity.

Laughing, she glanced out the window, “You seem different as well, really different.” Raising her hand, she scratched the back of her neck. “Uhm anyways, nice Chinese back there.”

My lord, why was she acting so awkward? Is it because of the girls? Subconsciously, I raked my slender fingers through Victoria’s hair. “Thanks. I only know basic Chinese, though.”

“Ahh,” she hummed, tapping her thin fingers on the wooden table.

“What’s up?” she popped; the oh-so nonchalant question had a much deeper meaning to us both. Should I tell her? Would she freak out? Her opinion didn’t matter, I just met her. I could leave any moment and never see her again, and I’d be perfectly fine. Seemingly, though, I think I needed her.

“How ‘bout you tell me about yourself first?” I countered, looking down at Chaerin to see her mirroring my gaze. Hearing Amber’s clear , my attention was back on her.

“Okay,” she said with a smile. “Uhm…well I’m 27 years old, I’m studying to be a computer engineer, I love the color green and hate the color purple, I… don’t know what else to say,” she chuckled, sliding her hands down her cargo pants.

I was in awe by the woman. Twenty seven? She looked no older than eighteen! My gosh, “Mianhae, noona.”

She doubled over in the chair, banging her fists lightly on the surface as to not wake Victoria. “Oh please, kid. Don’t call me noona, that’d be so… odd. You can call me hyung though.”

Faintly, I smiled, “Sure thing hyung. Is there anything you want to know about me?”

Leaning back in her seat, she asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Taken aback by her question, I shook my head. “Aniyo, I’m gay.”

She hummed, but her eyes glistened, making me inclined my head in confusion. “I had a husband once,” she started, wiping away a tear that had no permission to fall. “We were so in love,” like he and I. “Then one day, he told me he wanted a baby.” She glanced between the girls, and then shook her head, gluing her eyes to her lap. “And being a good little housewife, I told him okay.”

Wondering why she was spilling her life story, I leaned my head on my palm. “We were ually active and had unprotected very often. We were soul mates, right? So it was okay…” Chuckling lightly at the child-like way of thinking, I crossed my legs, wrapping both of my arms around Chaerin.

“O-one day I went to the doctor’s office, to see why I wasn’t conceiving. I had taken many pregnancy tests and they all showed up n-ne-ga-ti-ve…” She broke, crying into the sleeve of her leather jacket. Making no move to comfort her, I felt Victoria’s fingers curl around mine.

Sniffling, she forced herself to continue. “Y-you wa-nt to kn-ow wh-at he sa-id?” I nodded dumbly, not sure if the question was rhetorical or not. “HE SAID I WAS INFERTILE!! THAT I WAS SICK AND COULDN’T GIVE BIRTH!!!

Startled by her outburst, the girls and I jerked. “Oh,” was all I could muster. Amber wasn’t crying anymore, but her eyes were bloodied beyond repair. Snickering bitterly she said, “The moment my husband found out, I ended up having to sign divorce documents.”

Stunned, I couldn’t say anything. In the blink of an eye, her once perfect life had become a hell. She had lost the chance to have a family because of a sickness she couldn’t help. My eyes scanned her hidden face in remorse, almost making me rethink my decision to-

“You know Kibum; you should cherish what you have. You won’t always have it, I can tell you that.” Oh. That’s why she told me the story. “Am I that transparent?” I asked, guiltily.

Nodding her head, she took a water bottle out of her satchel. Victoria looked between her and me, trying to figure out our conversation. Tiring easily, she curled up in the chair, falling back asleep.

“Kibum, please tell me. What happened?”

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