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aathing

Edinburgh,Scotland

Summer2002

Im Youngmin was not excited. Excited or whatever you should be when you go abroad. Because his trip here this time was a trip to start over, it could be said that it was not a tourist trip after his father and mother made the decision and secretly did everything secretly for many years. Young Min had finally arrived unexpectedly to a country he knew nothing about except pi and had to live in a city whose name he couldn't even pronounce without saying goodbye to anyone.

Youngmin chose to open the car window and rest his head on the window sill. His current condition was not much different from the hero of the heartbroken MV. He could only pray for the wind that was blowing in. It's good to take away all your worries for a bit.

As the car slowed down, waiting to turn onto the road where his new home was located, his eyes suddenly caught sight of a boy who appeared to be Asian, sitting and playing a guitar in front of the house on the same road as his house. Guitar It was bigger than its owner. He didn't think that the boy saw him.

Because the sound of the guitar is missing, but it is sound.

Hi

Taking Youngmin's place, he didn't show any gestures or reply to the greeting. He just looked at the child and followed him all the way to the house.

Four houses, four houses apart. But they're on different sides.

After the school term started, the bigger problem than studying was Young Min not having friends. Even more than not having friends was being teased in school. Youngmin wants to go home, a home that is not just a place to live but a place where he can be comfortable. Happy, Young Min wanted to beg his parents to move back to Korea but knew that it was impossible. He could only endure everything.

“Hey, Qing Chong, what are you doing sitting here all alone?” For the past three or four days, Lim Young Min has been called a name that mocks stereotypes of Asian people all over the continent. He spent two days arguing that he wasn't Chinese. But it didn't work so I quit.

“Fuck you, Cheong Dad. Don't you know Korea? Focus on studying geography. If you have some free time, go spin the globe in the library.” That wasn't Youngmin's voice.

"What's the matter, Max?"

“Satisfied like this”

Youngmin remembers that this new kid is the same guy who greeted him on the first day he played his guitar. He didn't even know they were in the same school. But before he sat back and recalled his memories, he should do something before the two charming people who were fighting each other could actually have a fight.

"Being like this is called a tiger."

"Is the word tiger.k correctly spelled? Say it."

“Dammit Max!!”

"Oh, my heart is tickling."

Youngmin hurriedly pulled out his arm and dragged the stubborn little boy running for his life to escape because the other person was about to attack him.

Why is he so good at being this strong that he would have been pushed all the way to the front of the school?

After assuming a safe distance, he removed his hand from the arm of the person he was dragging with him.

“Max Jong, that's my name,” the owner of the name said before collapsing to the ground, panting.

“Yacht Im,” Youngmin introduced himself using his new name.

“Why don't you come out of the house?” Youngmin was secretly glad that the question was in Korean. He missed talking in his native language.

“When the aunts came to the house, they thought that Yacht would come as well, but he never came. I heard that he kept hiding in his room. Is something wrong with him missing home or missing someone? Are you a friend? I can be your friend if you're interested.” The person in front of him kept talking so fast that there was no space for him to answer.

“What kind of friend? Just being a younger sibling is enough, and I'm older than you, so call me hyung.” Youngmin thought fondly of the kid in front of him, why was he acting so stupidly, contrasting with the harsh image from before, like a completely different person, and he didn't realize it. It's a habit of Korean people to tell the younger sibling to refer to himself as the older brother.

"Wow, that's so Korean. When you know it's your younger sibling, Yacht hyung, are you satisfied?" Kid Max turned his mouth down.

"I'm satisfied. Why is this one so fidgety?"

“No, Yacht hyung, if you get hurt like this again, just tell me you know Max.”

“And who is Max?”

“Okay, I have to go. Hyung, don't forget to eat. If anyone bothers you, just hit them with a tray. And don't pull me running again, that's not cool."

That was the first time he got to know Max Jeong.

“Where did the black head go?”

"Tiger. Kwa, red head."

“Dammit Max!!”

"obtrusive!"

“Fuck you, Max. I just stood there.”

"I'm sorry."

Lately, no one has dared come in and tease Young Min because Max Jung always comes in just in time. And Lim Young Min has just realized that Max is actually a much more bully than everyone who came to bully him, but aside from seeing them yelling and cursing at each other, they've never seen any real action. Youngmin stopped being afraid.

As time passed, he became closer to this younger brother. Until now, we know each other's real names in Korean. Whenever we're together, we call each other by our Korean names and talk to each other in Korean.

Jung Sewoon was born and raised here, so he encountered racial discrimination from a young age, but because Sewoon was raised not too different from people here, Aside from his parents being Korean, it was considered that Se-woon truly belonged here. That problem gradually disappeared as Se-woon began to be accepted. But Se-woon never rested if someone were to be blamed. Bully me about this because it's never fun. But the methods used tend to be a little too rash and thorny and solve the problem at the root of the problem. Young Min therefore has to book Se-woon into a private training course with him before Se-woon becomes a rough child. Really go, but Max Jung is Max Jung.

“A gangster's path can't go up and down, hyung.”

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KnockKnock Knock

“Hyung, Youngmin hyung, Sewoonie is here to open the door.”

“What, just the two of you secretly going out together, do you have to be so frowned upon?” The kid who called himself Seunie gave him a mocking look, which he thought was a bit exaggerated.

“Look what I have here.” Sewoon held up a piece of paper filled with doodled Korean and English letters. It was lyrics with guitar chords written on it.

“Hyung said he wanted to listen to Korean songs. I took notes from the computer in the library.”

“Why don't you print it out and write it down and read it?”

“Print it out and they will know that I used the internet to search for music.”

“Hyung, sing it to me first. I will get the timing right.”

Since that day, Jung Sewoon has taken on another position as a younger musician. On days when Youngmin wanted to listen to a song, he just secretly used the computer in the library to write down the lyrics and chords and send them to Sewoon.

Within a few months, Im Young Min and Jung Sewoon had become very close, going everywhere together, sticking together. It's not that Sewoon is the younger sibling and will be attached to Young Min. It's Young Min who is attached to younger Jae because he doesn't have many friends. The road was still unfamiliar. He cited the reason for following his younger brother like that.

“I told you, you can ride on top of me,” Seun muttered while tending to the wounds of his older man who had just fallen off his bicycle.

"I want Se-woon to be the partner too. Oh, did you mean it just now?"

“Who would intend it to be as light as this?”

Some days Seun is a nurse... The hardest in the world

“You don't have to drive anymore. If you want to go anywhere, just tell me. The wound has healed and I will teach you, no need to steal it and practice it yourself again.”

But also the kindest person in the world.

“How has Max been eating here for all these years? It doesn't taste good,” Youngmin complained after taking just one bite of the bread. Otherwise, there's no need to mention it.

“Yacht has been eating for how many years now? Why are you just now complaining and teaching other people not to say rude words? Don't say it yourself.” Jung Sewoon, whose limbs were now longer than before, was arrogant. The bread in the tray came up and hit the mouth of the person who didn't speak properly.

They had agreed that if they were at school they would talk in English (without swearing) so they wouldn't be separated from others.

“Sesame oil spilled.”

And at noon the next day, Young Min ate kimbap (soaked in sesame oil).

Some days we were together, Jung Se Woon was a chef.

In almost every day of Young Min's life, Se-woon dares to admit that Se-woon has always been a part of helping him get through many situations very well.

Fall2010

Time passed from months to years to years. Youngmin grew up, Sewoon also grew up, and everyone moved away to have their own societies, but what never changed was the relationship between the two that did not. The distance used to be has diminished. They still go out to play, ride bikes, have picnics, sing songs, or listen to each other tell stories about their daily experiences together. From the first day until today, it's been almost ten years since they've been together. And this year is the first year that we will have to be separated for a long time because Sewoon is about to be sent to study at a boarding school in another city.

“Here, I'm wearing the new shirt that Hyung bought me.” Sewoon walks in with a bright smile. It looks like this kid isn't a kid anymore, and he's ready to go to school.

Take a photo

“Hyung's face looks so proud of me, let me take a photo of it.”

And many more shots that I don't know what will impress me.

"I don't know if I'm going to study or going to jail and I can't carry my phone." I probably didn't think about it myself. This kid definitely wanted something from him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used his small voice with his head buried in his mouth like this.

“I'll write you a letter. And please study hard.”

“That's all.” Sewoon returned to his usual bright smile. It wouldn't help if Youngmin felt the need to pull the person in front of him into a tight hug.

"Don't forget to think of me too."

“I know.”

“If you forget then...hmph.”

Max Jeong is Max Jeong After getting into the car, he also rolled out the window and made a show of slitting his throat. I thought about it and wondered how the kids at school were afraid of Max at that time.

Im Young Min has always cared and wished for Jung Se Woon until today. Se Woon is now enrolled in a good school. Se Woon is not exaggerating. He is very proud of this young man and Se Woon. That precocious child had also said that he was very proud of him the day he got accepted to university.

Having said that, he suddenly felt grateful to Seun. If he were here without meeting this naughty kid, he couldn't imagine his past life either because Seun played in every moment and every situation. It's everything to Young Min. Moreover, it's the person who I'm thinking of right now.

If you ask him today Tomorrow or the next day, how much will he miss Seun? I'd like to answer that I probably miss the superyacht style.

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If you ask what the core of this story is, we'll answer that we don't know, haha.

Actually, this story was added from a story in the Green Christmas Project.

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aathing

The title is Scottish. Same meaning as

everything

The content in this story is from 2002-2010. Where is the time not specified?

Let everyone mark the year in their hearts. We believe in everyone.

If you have any questions or want to criticize anything, please leave a comment. I love you.

Finally, today's teaser

MXM

It's out now. Don't forget to go check it out.

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