One
i spent my days lounging around lazily, and i was sure someone was having about enough of me. who? my mother of course. i barely did anything except watch weird videos on the internet, and talk to my
boring
friends. honestly, since exams are almost here, all they've done was study, study, study. there was never time for any fun, or partying.
"ughh," i groaned as i laid on my side. the whole day i had never gotten up from my bed, and my sides were aching, especially my back. but why should i? i mean, it wasn't like there was a whole tray of activities in front of me.
i caught my mother's disapproving stare as i looked back at the doorway, i rolled my eyes as i turned back to my laptop screen. my mom gently knocked on the door, to signal that she was there, and i just sighed.
"what is it, eomma?" i asked, turning to her.
"the things you are doing on daily basis is, if you don't already know, unhealthy for you," she said. "if you can just get up, yoona, and actually do some things, maybe i will buy you EXO merch."
i rolled off the bed in pure excitement. don't get me wrong, i wasn't dumb, i knew my mother would never do anything like that, but it was nice to have some hope. even if everything she told me for now was only a way to get me up and moving.
"really?" i breathed.
"yes, yoona," she smirked as she crossed her arms over her chest. "now i have something really important to ask you, and i hope your not too tired for this."
"of course not," i faked a smile. anything to get me the new merch, i will do it.
my mother strolled over to me, and sat down slowly on my bed. she gave me a sweet smile as she said, "yoona, there is someone really special i want you to meet."
"and, that is . . . ?" i raised an eyebrow.
"he is actually a kid," she said, and i scoffed immediately. i bet this was some 10 year old i had to care for, which i absolutely didn't want to waste my time on. whatever, i would say no anyway.
"no thanks," i said instantly as i laid back on my bed.
mom sighed, "yoona, he is a sweet kid. he's turning 18 soon, next week, and i want you to be there. you see, he . . . he was born differently, sweetie. he's the son of a very good friend of mine, who had left him . . . ," her breath hitched as her eyes darkened. "but i haven't seen that friend for a long time."
"what do you mean by," i stopped, "born differently?"
mom gave a weak smile, "yoona, his name is jeon jungkook, and he was born with an unusual disease that causes his legs to only work for a rare amount of time. he can never really walk. it just so happens that his mother left him during birth, and his father couldn't stand the sight of him."
i was silent through everything.
"mom, why would i want to go visit him?" i suddenly asked. "or meet."
"because he needs a friend," she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "he's been stuck in that hospital for so long, yoona, and all he needs right now is some company. all the other kids just reject him, not even knowing who he really is."
"but mom," i stood up urgently, "what if i don't like him? what if i'm the same as those kids? what if he feels just as rejected when he's with me?"
"well, yoona," mom responded, "lets just hope you are better than that. better than anyone else."
