Pinning it down on the universe
Description
I’m not someone you normally sympathize with.
I’m not someone you’d take a bullet for – nor someone that makes you drop a tear at the understanding of my story, and you most likely wouldn’t spare me one bit of your pity.
I, am me – Shin Jaekyung, the only biological daughter of the mighty Shin Changmin and Park Yura couple.
My story has some awkward and weird turns here and there, but if you happen to have the time – I hope you’d listen to it. It involves a simple life that yields complicated emotions and extravagant outcomes.
So here we go. The story of Shin Jaekyung’s life and everyone that got dragged in it, and the boy who was stubborn in staying in it despite all the extreme measures I took to kick him out of it.
ENTRY 1;
The day Kwon Saebyul’s name was carved on the family tree and stole my Barbie closet.
A/N; i know. i at introductions of the story and all that. heads up english is not my first language, so please be kind, yes? < 3. go go click that 'next' button, don't forget to subscribe and upvote, sweetheart (doesn't cost you any karma i promise!).
Foreword
PROLOGUE;
Looking for Yixing didn’t take me that long. I almost wished that he’d gone into some place more dramatic, and I would be in a wild goose’s chase first to find him, and it would involve a lot of people to find his plastic nose – but all of that wasn’t necessary at all. I found him by chance sitting by himself on the small flight of stairs that connects the hall to the beach while I was on my way to the parking lot to grab my car and go to Han River or somewhere more scenic and movie-like.
I my lips that were dry, and by now my lipstick has probably wear off already and my hair’s a mess, but-
None of that matter now. I have to come clean and explain to him without sugarcoating anything, not even my appearance. So I didn’t rush to the bathroom to fix myself, instead I walked to him, gathering my courage as I stared at his backside. His backside that I’d probably never see after all the talking I do, and the thought scared me- I stopped walking. No, I told myself. He’s a good person, and you’re not going to ruin him, Hanbyul. Yes, I collected all the courage left within me.
When I sat down beside him, I felt nervous. But the willlingness of letting him know everything was just too big, that my sweaty palms didn’t matter that exact second. I could tell he’s surprised without even looking at him. He’s boring holes into my head, I could feel the intense gaze. His mouth was opened a little and he wanted to grit his teeth and start yelling at me, but he couldn’t. When I realized he couldn’t, it was my turn to face him.
“Yell,” I commanded. “Yell! Scream! Shout! Curse! God damn it, be angry at me!” I was furious, ad he looked away, and it looked like he was wiping his tears away. If I have one right this time, it was to be accepting of his agony, to be understanding of the tantrum he was throwing. But if he wasn’t even mad at me, I couldn’t even practice my right.
“I want to!” His voice faltered a bit when he growled, and he facing me by then. “I want to, Jaekyung, I do, I really want to...” his voice was gentle and as soft as a whisper, and he’d grabbed my face and caress my cheeks with his thumb.
Why is he looking at me with the same loving gaze he had last summer...? This wasn’t right. I wanted his glare to reappear. I wanted him to be mad, and to be disappointed, and he’d leave me and move on and I’ll start over too, and I’ll runaway from all this mess. Away from him, from Saebyul, from my family, from literally everyone. Because, isn’t that what my life has always been...? Running away, and start new only to screw over again and again. The same repertoire. I shook my head.
I got away from his hold and took a deep breath, readying myself for a trip down memory lane. “I think I should start from the day Kwon Saebyul was introduced to all of us, the day mom brought her into the house after picking her up from a nearby orpahanage.”
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