Life starting from a new summer.

I spent most of my afternoon, in my room, shifting all my clothes to my closet. It was exhausting, and also the summer here is boiling, so I would rather lay infront of the air conditioner than doing anything else. Also I forgot to call my friends yesterday, so I just called them now, Suho picked up first while it was still ringing on Zelda's end.

Suho's voice rushed through the speakers. Aniyo eomma, then his eyes fell on me through the screen and his face lighten up.

"Oh hey, strawberry shortcake!", that's my nickname, last summer we three went to malibu and eat all type of cakes and decided to give eachother a name based on something sweet, like our friendship, its kind of our thing.

"Hey , cheesecake!" , I smiled and felt like I am home. "where's shortbread?"

"Probably stuck with her baby cousins, maybe even changing their diapers" , he laughed.

"-Wait...hey you cheesecake i am not changing anybody's diapers", Zelda screamed from her end which made us all laugh.

"So how is it going on with your idol traning...wait did you passed the audition." i asked Suho.

"Zelda, give me drum roll!",Zelda made a drum roll sound by taping on her desk. "I passed!!"

We all burst into appaulse.

"And my idol training sessions are going great, my manager was telling me that if i keep showing this performance i can officially debut in an year."

"That's amazing, Suho! Fighting!!", i put my fists up to cheer.

"Not just fighting , show them what a shibal sekkia, you are", zelda screamed. 

That's how she always is, bold....and beautiful, she would just speak her mind out loud, and use more curse words than actual words.

"who taught you that?", Suho chuckled.

"Kdramas, duh!".

"You watch kdramas?!!...i thought you were into old hollywood movies, like titanic?"

"Seriously , titanic!. thats your guys thing, Top gun for me."

"Oh yeah right, but what's with kdramas?", Suho asked.

"uh...i wanted to learn some curse words, so i can give you guys new nicknames...easy peasy" she said nonchalantly.

"woah...woah. Nobody ain't your level, diva.", Suho shouted.

"yeah yeah...i know, Lina how is it going with your family?", Zelda asked, concerned.

"Its fine."

"Fine?!!",

They both said at the same time, and i just filled them with every single thing that happened , starting from when i came here.

"So jumping on the conclusion , I really hate this Izyaan guy , y'all", she said, scrunching her nose.

"Sounds like bad boy X good girl trope to me", Suho spoke, and we both glared into his soul.

"Okay okay.....i hate him too"

"But on the other hand.....rayn seems like...", Zelda began... her voice thoughtful.

"Byeon woo-seok type", Suho finished, completing the thought, or so.

"who..whose that?, she asked. blinked in innocent confusion.

There was a pause-

A heavy stunned silence.

"whose that!!", Suho and I, echoed in perfect unison. As if she'd insulted the sun itself.

"He's the most handsome and erthreal person walking this earth", i said, eyes wide with disbelief. " like the first light of dawn, kissing the world with all its might."

"The kind of person the whole industry bows down to." , Suho added, solemnly. "Like he was born from star dust and and moonlight."

We both stared at her, waiting for her to repent.

"I can also be gay for him!", Suho blurted.

"What ?!!", I asked him and he straightened himself.

"It was joke!, but the point is, what the hell, Zelda!"

"okay guys, sounds like he's this angel or something, but i really dont-"

Before she could finish , Suho spoke in a thick Korean accent.

"Sun-jae ahhhh", mimicking the voice of the gorl when she saw Ryun sun-jae, in one k-drama.

"Sun jae-ahh !! oh! i know him, he's tall and hot, handsome as hell", she screamed." I get it guys, my bad."

And the whole two hours passed by in the blink of an eye, talking to my two most favorite people in the world, and suddenly i was back, again, lying on the couch with Zelda and Suho beside me and we all are laughing, sick to our stomachs, sharing each moment of our lives, singing songs with wrong lyrics, and playing smash.

It made me feel deja' vu, nostalgia, everything.

It makes me wanna go back, maybe i don't really belong here, and neither do i belong from there, then from where i belong?

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After some time i went out of my room, into the TV lounge, everybody was sitting there, buzzing around the chaos. the clothes were scattered on the floor like a storm has passed through.

In the middle of it all, my nano (grandma) called out to me, holding a milk color, hand woven sweater in her hand, with a prod smile on her face.

"Come , line, i have made this for you", she said sweetly.

It was just a sweater- but in her hand, it felt like a warm memory waiting to happen.

" Do you like it?", she asked.

"I love it, i can wait for winter so i could wear it"

"I am glad", she smiled and patted my back , the ghost of her fragile hands, still lingering .Then she got busy , talking with mama.

I stood up and started wandering around the house, i walked though a , lonely corridor, i think i had never come in this part of the house, at the end of it, there was a large room with ceiling to floor glass doors, from which you can look past inside. It was carpeted by a royal red carpet, with oak walls, and chandlier twinking in the middle, adding the luxurious miracle to the room.

A large desk sat there in the middle, with a single chair behind it and, two leather sofas across the desk, which seems like a beast of a monster the type of sofa that could engulf you in.

Alot of pictures were framed, of my nana (grandfather), which speaks of history, wealth....legacy. A large painting of my nana covered the front wall, it was a detailed peice of art, with something written in Italian at the bottom.The side walls had rifles hung on it, one shotgun and the others i can't quite remember the name of.

"You want to come in?", a thick , deep voice asked

It was nana, i turned around and took in his presence, he was suited in a tailor fitted black suit, with his hair slicked back and so black that i almost believe that he never aged, there was rolex sticked to his wrist, and he has this powerful scent, which speaks of.....wealth.

"yeah, sure", i followed him inside, as he put in the code, which made the glass doors slided. The moment we walked into his office, the glass doors turned blank. Nothing but our own reflections stared back at us.

"one way glass", he said, "No one inside, gets to see the world".

I nodded.

He walked towrds the wall, where the rifles hung- each one lined up with care, silent reminders of the power he holds. the soft overhead light caught the metal, and for a moment , they almost looked alive.

"You've got a thing for rifles, kid?", he asked, not turning around, like he already knew the answer.

"yeah", i said." my father had one, we used to go hunting together"

The memory flickered in my mind, like a forgotten melody, taking breath in the silent well. The morning fog, blurring the view, blurring the memory of both of us in the misty forest, his steady hands on the riflr, the crunching of leaved beaneath out foot, and that sof gush of the wind.

He nodded slowly, scanning something far away from the rifles.

"Clever man!", he said.

"clever?", i echoed, uncertain.

He turned to me, his expression wasn't readable, half respect and half i could place my finger on.

"yeah. teaching you strength, control.....patience, the kind of thing that doesn't comes from books, he planted that in you early."

I didn't said anything, i dont need to, because he understood.

He then handed me a rifle and then i felt it, i felt it too close, too precisely that it made me petrified, and I flinched.

"You felt it", he spoke, his voice thick and powerful.

" Felt what?" i asked although I alredy knew the answer.

"The power."