Missing You
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Looking down at my shoes I can't bring myself to look up.
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Min pov
I stare at him for a bit.
This foreign-looking boy. He looks older then 10 I guess.
I kept staring at him until he felt someone's presence and looked around until finding my eyes. I stared insecure for a second with his eyes staring at me, it was like he was exposing every little thing about me just by staring.
I shivered.
Then suddenly, he slowly approached the direction I was in. I kept staring and my eyes wouldn't unglue from this figure until I forced my eyes closed and shook my head up and down and all over. I kept them shut for a few more seconds and then opened my eyes.
And poof. He was gone; nowhere to be in sight.
I ran back home after realizing it was too quiet.
Yoongi pov
I know. It's her birthday.
I sit in bed staring at my ceiling. I squeeze my eyes closed and give her all my best wishes. I really can't stand the fact I can't celebrate her birthday or even see her, I was counting the 4 days down to this not so great as it should have been day.
I throw my pillow to the floor. Kick my blanket off my bed. And just screamed into my stiff mattress.
I cried.
I whimpered, I sobbed, I didn't care; I would let all of my tears flood this sad house if it meant I got to see Min. I grabbed her pocketknife and hugged it for dear life.
I didn't expect myself to get so lost in my overflowing emotional state until I realized where I was and heard the grunting of my father. I usually have my cool. Nevertheless, quickly I picked up my blanket and pillow. I wiped my face with my blanket and took quiet, deep breaths. My father would slap me for crying, and ask why I was so pathetic. I covered my face and turned away from the door of my small room, still gripping her pocketknife and tried my best to doze off.
Min pov
"Hey, Jan! I'm home!"
"Where did you go sweetie?", Jan says while making some food.
"I went on a walk. Sorry, I forgot to tell you."
"It's alright, tell me next time and go dry yourself."
I go to my room and change into soft and fluffy clothing. As I do, I sing.
'Every day was grayish-brown color
'(매일매일이 잿빛이더라구
It was spinning like a spinning top
팽이돌듯이 빙빙 돌더라구
Boring bugs called adults
어른이 라는 따분한 벌레들이
Ate my dream bit by bit
야금야금 꿈을 좀 먹더라구
I'll grow and barely become myself
나는 자라 겨우 내가 되겠지
I will become an adult with horns
뿔이 자라난 어른이 될테니
I have to laugh even though it might be forceful
억지로 라도 웃어야지 하는데
Nevertheless, it was a bit sad
그럼에도 좀 울적하더라구
Yesterday's and today's temperature was so different
어제와 오늘에 온도가 너무 달라서
A contrail was created
비행운이 만들어졌네
It's too high for me to stay
내가 머물기에 이곳은 너무 높아서
Only a breath mark was deeply shown
한숨자국만 깊게 드러났네Hey~
Hey~
Hey~
I'll grow and barely become myself
나는 자라 겨우 내가 되겠지
I will become an adult with horns
뿔이 자라난 어른이 될 테니
I have to laugh even though it might be forceful
억지로 라도 웃어야지 하는데
Nevertheless, it was a bit sad
그럼에도 좀 울적 하더라구
Yesterday's and today's temperature was so different
어제와 오늘에 온도가 너무 달라서
A contrail was created
비행운이 만들어졌네
It's too high for me to stay
내가 머물기에 이곳은 너무 높아서
Only a breath mark was deeply shown
한숨자국만 깊게 드러났네
Yesterday's and today's temperature was so different
어제와 오늘에 온도가 너무 달라서
A contrail is created
비행운이 만들어졌네
It's too high for me to stay
내가 머물기에 이곳은 너무 높아서
Only a breath mark was deeply shown
한숨자국만 깊게 드러났네
(Pause)
What was the child's cherished dream?
꼬마가 간직했던 꿈은 무엇일까
I opened up an old diary.
오래된 일기장을 꺼내봤네
On July 20, 1996
1996년 7월 20일에
A space explorer is what I have written.'
우주 비행사라고 적어놨네)'
I really love this song, Contrail by moonmoon. I smiled to myself when I hummed the last few lyrics.
'What was the child's cherished dream?
'꼬마가 간직했던 꿈은 무엇일까
I opened up an old diary.
오래된 일기장을 꺼내봤네
On July 20, 1996
1996년 7월 20일에
A space explorer is what I have written.'우주 비행사라고 적어놨네)'
Jan exclaims to me through the door, "My goodness Min, is that you singing? You have such a beautiful voice."
I yell back to her, "Maybe~"
The cat from the first morning I was in this house appeared. I grabbed it and hugged it while petting it's head softly. It's the cat that reminded me of Yoongs.
I carry the cat to the kitchen table and sit, not letting go while I eat.
- Writer
