"Jiminnie, this is Jeon Jeongguk," his mother tells him, nudging him towards the boy when he arrives-Snowball-Boy from next door. So he waits on the front porch, bouncing on his feet, keeping an eye out for these neighbours. When his mother decides to invite their new neighbours for dinner on Christmas, she tells Jimin that the 'Jeons' have a child close to his age, so he won't feel lonely amidst all their grown-up talk. He decides he really hates his new neighbours. His mother calls for him again, and Jimin, tears pricking his eyes, scurries inside the house. The other boy boy bursts into giggles, and Jimin feels his face grow warm. It breaks apart half-way through the air, collapsing into a white mess, not even making it past the fence. He tries to round it into shape, and with all his might, he hauls it at the boy. Jimin scowls at him, scooping up the biggest handful of snow he possibly can. The tiny neighbour launches the snowball at him, actually hitting his shoulder this time, and worsening his mood.
In his mittened-hands is a perfectly round ball of white, and Jimin puts two and two together. Whipping his head in the direction, he comes face to face with a little boy-small and bundled up, like Jihyun-peeking at him from behind the picket fence separating the lawn of the neighbouring house from his own. He also hears a tiny sound-a laugh?-from his right. It's barely back on his head when something-white and very fast-flies through the air, landing right on his boots. Literally, something hits him right in the back of his head, knocking his beanie off.Ī little dazed, he picks up the woollen item, now soaked and cold. He's considering a change of heart, when it hits him. Jihyun looks back, waving at him to follow, before disappearing inside. He watches as they all enter the house, rooted to his spot on the snowy front lawn, refusing to enter. Jimin quirks his mouth into a little smile, only for his baby brother-as soon as the younger boy leaves, his foul expression returns. "Cheer up, hyung!" Jihyun chimes, looking up at him, mouth hidden beneath his rather large wool scarf, winter coat swallowing his tiny body whole. Well, one, all his friends are now on the opposite end of Busan, and he'd have to now make new ones at a new school.Īnd two, it is almost Christmas. But Jimin isn't happy in the slightest, in contrast to his parents and his brother. It is a pretty house, all wide windows, a spacious garden, and an ebony roof, dusted in white because it's winter. When Jimin is nine, they move into a new house.
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