The apartment wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t like the house he used to live in before his parents divorced, but it wasn’t bad. He had his own room despite it being considerably smaller than the one he had at home. At least it’s bigger than his younger sister’s. It seems unspoken, although, that when his older brother returns from university during the next break, that he’ll have to share with him. Just for the time being.
“Just for the time being.” His mother says as she places a box filled with plates on the kitchen counter.
“How long?” Sehun’s younger sister questions. At five years old, she is the baby of the family. A spitting image of their mother, whereas Sehun, took the looks of their father.
“Until I can afford a bigger place or your dad …show more content…
“Sehun, can you help your sister unpack her things in her room?” His mother flashing them both a smile, one he knows is fake.
He nods in response before taking his younger sister’s hand and walking further into the cramped apartment. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sehun is unable to sleep. Blankets that were freshly stripped from his bed at home feel foreign in his new bedroom. The room is bare except for the two boxes filled with unpacked clothes and his school uniform hanging on the hook behind his bedroom door. There is a window to his left that provides a bit of light that reflects off of the remnants of his old life, the unpacked boxes, in a hyperbolic aura. After he helped his younger sister unpack her things, their mother called them back into the kitchen for dinner. It was take out from a nearby restaurant. Used to his mother’s home cooked meals, the artificial taste of the cheap rice dish was something new, which he liked, however, it’s something that left a scar of what his old life was. Warm fresh meat to stale bland rice. His mother brightened up considerably after the minor spat in the kitchen, but when he went to bed, he could hear her crying through the feeble walls. His hands tingled with the desire to punch his …show more content…
He spots his headphones on the floor but he couldn’t find it in him to move and grab them. His grip on his ankles intensifies as he now can distinctly recognize words pouring through the wall.
“Cah-ya-ah!”
“Chan?” He repeats to himself. His mother did tell him that she ran into a young man earlier that morning and he helped her when she almost dropped the box full of dishes.
I guess his name has ‘Chan’ in it.
“I missed you so much,” albeit muffled, the deeper voice stands out against the higher pitched moans that spill from the wall.
Long distance relationship? So the one nearly…screaming, is a long distance girlfriend and Chan missed her?
Sehun purses his lips at this development. He couldn’t stop the pang of jealousy at the love the two are, selfishly, releasing to each other is something his parents no longer have. With a sigh, he removes the grip from his ankles and places his arms behind him. Before him is a tent in his pajama pants straining against the fabric.
I am a growing boy so it’s natural I guess.
His hand slowly slinks down to the waistband of pajama pants as the thumps lose
“Just for the time being.” His mother says as she places a box filled with plates on the kitchen counter.
“How long?” Sehun’s younger sister questions. At five years old, she is the baby of the family. A spitting image of their mother, whereas Sehun, took the looks of their father.
“Until I can afford a bigger place or your dad …show more content…
“Sehun, can you help your sister unpack her things in her room?” His mother flashing them both a smile, one he knows is fake.
He nods in response before taking his younger sister’s hand and walking further into the cramped apartment. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sehun is unable to sleep. Blankets that were freshly stripped from his bed at home feel foreign in his new bedroom. The room is bare except for the two boxes filled with unpacked clothes and his school uniform hanging on the hook behind his bedroom door. There is a window to his left that provides a bit of light that reflects off of the remnants of his old life, the unpacked boxes, in a hyperbolic aura. After he helped his younger sister unpack her things, their mother called them back into the kitchen for dinner. It was take out from a nearby restaurant. Used to his mother’s home cooked meals, the artificial taste of the cheap rice dish was something new, which he liked, however, it’s something that left a scar of what his old life was. Warm fresh meat to stale bland rice. His mother brightened up considerably after the minor spat in the kitchen, but when he went to bed, he could hear her crying through the feeble walls. His hands tingled with the desire to punch his …show more content…
He spots his headphones on the floor but he couldn’t find it in him to move and grab them. His grip on his ankles intensifies as he now can distinctly recognize words pouring through the wall.
“Cah-ya-ah!”
“Chan?” He repeats to himself. His mother did tell him that she ran into a young man earlier that morning and he helped her when she almost dropped the box full of dishes.
I guess his name has ‘Chan’ in it.
“I missed you so much,” albeit muffled, the deeper voice stands out against the higher pitched moans that spill from the wall.
Long distance relationship? So the one nearly…screaming, is a long distance girlfriend and Chan missed her?
Sehun purses his lips at this development. He couldn’t stop the pang of jealousy at the love the two are, selfishly, releasing to each other is something his parents no longer have. With a sigh, he removes the grip from his ankles and places his arms behind him. Before him is a tent in his pajama pants straining against the fabric.
I am a growing boy so it’s natural I guess.
His hand slowly slinks down to the waistband of pajama pants as the thumps lose