Chapter 2: Little Ducky
She had a dream about the boy with the piercing brown eyes that night. She couldn’t remember the dream exactly, but she knew that she’d dreamt of him because all she could think of the next morning when she woke up were those eyes. Yawning, she stretched out her arms and tried to roll over to the other side of her bed but wound up with her face meeting the cold, smelly floor. Her eyes burst open at the sudden feeling of pain and she finally took in her surroundings. She was still on the bus. She remembered it being nighttime while she was riding it but now it was morning and the bus was still in motion. Sitting back up on the seat, she pulled out her phone from her back pocket to check the time. It was 10:30 and she had four missed calls. Minam glanced out of the window and was greeted with unfamiliar territory. She was lost…again.

At the next stop, Minam got off and checked the amount of money in her pocket. She didn’t have a whole lot so she hoped that she wasn’t far away from where she wanted to go. She waited around for a taxi to show up and checked her missed calls. They were all from her cousin asking her where she was. She decided that since she would be there soon (hopefully) she wouldn’t call back but instead think of an amazing story that would explain her not being there last night rather than ‘I-got-lost-and-fell-asleep-on-the-bus’.

It was noon by the time the taxi driver pulled into the driveway of her cousin’s house. She paid her fare and got out, grabbing her suitcase out of the trunk, and then walked up to the front door. A few seconds after she rang the doorbell a female voice made its way to her eardrums, screaming. “Minam!” he cousin, Jinyong, screeched once she opened the door, “We were worried sick about you! Where in the world have you been? You were supposed to be here last night!”

“I kind of got lost,” Minam admitted, abandoning her idea of using a silly story and just going with the truth instead. “After that, I fell asleep on the bus and woke up just a few hours ago.”

Jinyong frowned with an understanding nod of her head. Minam was glad that Jinyong and she were the same age so she would have someone who understood her and not some crazy overprotective aunt to look after her. “Well come on in and I’ll show you around!” Jinyong cheered, gripping Minam’s bag and escorting her inside. After taking off her shoes, Minam followed Jinyong down the hallway until they reached the intersection of various rooms. “This is the kitchen,” Jinyong said, pointing. Minam’s eyes instantly became brighter when she looked in the direction of the kitchen. A broad smile crawled onto her face and Jinyong laughed, “I guess you like the kitchen. Do you like to cook?” Minam didn’t answer. Her mouth was too busy gaping in awe so she nodded instead. “Well you’re free to use it whenever you want.” Minam nodded excitedly causing Jinyong to laugh again.

“This is the living room,” Jinyong said, “Again, feel free to use it when you want.” They turned down another hallway and Jinyong stopped at the second door on the left. “And this,” she said, “is your room.” She opened the door and allowed Minam to enter the room first.

Minam smiled as she walked into her bedroom. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, even though it was just an ordinary room with a bed, desk, chair, dresser, closet, and a few other odds and ends here and there. She brought her suitcase next to her dresser and placed her backpack down on the bed and sat next to it. “I don’t know how I can ever thank you, Jinyong,” Minam said after a while.

“You like to cook, right?” Jinyong asked. Minam nodded happily. “How about if you cook us some dinner tonight? Nothing fancy, it’s just the two of us living here after all. In fact, I’m kind of in the mood for some Mac and Cheese. Think you can whip some up for us?” Minam laughed and grabbed the rest of her money out of her pocket. It wasn’t enough to buy the ingredients. Jinyong sighed and pulled some cash out of the wallet in her back pocket. “Here’s the money. You can keep whatever you don’t use.”

Minam grinned. “Macaroni and Cheese it is, then.” After getting detailed direction to the store from Jinyong, Minam smiled and headed out the front door, formulating a shopping list of needed ingredients in her head. She breathed in a breath of happiness, thankful to no longer be lost. The air was nice and crisp that day for fall was almost at its end. Any day now she’d expect to see her first snowfall of the season and then she’d be happy. She loved winter. There was just something about the festivities going on that made her heart warm up.

When she walked into the grocery store a couple of minutes later, Minam realized that she had no idea what Jinyong already had in her kitchen as far as food. She shrugged it off, not wanting to call her cousin for something as trivial as that, grabbed a basket, and headed down the first isle, unsure of where anything was in the store. She immediately saw fruits and vegetables on display and walked over to them, knowing that she knew exactly what everything was. She picked out some items that she needed for the macaroni and cheese and put them in the basket.

Next was the tricky part: trying to read Hangul. She walked down a random isle and looked at the foods. “Now what is the chance that this is cheddar cheese,” she said aloud to herself, taking a whiff of the cheese package in her hand.

“Are you lost again, little ducky?” a voice from behind her suddenly whispered into her ear, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin.

She bolted around with a small scream and was suddenly face-to-face with one of the boys she’d met the other day. “Chocolate Chip!” Minam said happily with a sigh, thankful that it was someone that she recognized and not a creepy stalker.

“What?” the boy laughed.

“Sorry,” Minam answered, “It’s just that your voice reminds me of chocolate chip cookies so I’ve been calling you Chocolate Chip in my head.”

He smiled. “Chocolate Chip isn’t bad but I prefer to be called by my name “ Dongwoon. Son Dongwoon to be exact.” He bowed with a smile.

“I’m Sang Minam. It’s nice to meet you,” Minam said, returning the bow, “And, yeah, I actually am kind of lost again. I can’t read Hangul so I have no idea what any of this stuff is saying.”

Dongwoon smiled and grabbed the cheese out of Minam’s hand. “Well, for starters,” he said, “this is cheddar cheese and judging by what you have in your basket, my guess is that you’re making macaroni and cheese.”

Minam nodded and blushed. She didn’t know why she was blushing “ she’d just met the guy! Must less, just learned his name. He guided her down the various isles, helping her pick out what she needed for dinner and Minam would stick other things in the basket here and there. She really did enjoy being with Dongwoon. He was nice, smart, fun, and he seemed to be a genuine person. She liked that in a guy.

“So I guess I’ll see you around,” Dongwoon said once they had exited the store and they both had gotten what they came for. Minam nodded. “It was nice meeting you again, little ducky.”

“Yeah, you too, Chocolate Chip,” Minam laughed. Dongwoon bowed and began walking away when Minam suddenly remembered something.

“Wait!” she called after him. He turned around. She reached into her grocery bag and pulled out a bottle of orange juice. “Can you give this to your friend for me?” she asked, handing him the bottle, “I feel bad about what happened earlier and this is the only way I can think of repaying him for it.” Dongwoon chuckled, gently tasseling Minam’s hair and putting the bottle of orange juice in his bag. “You got it little ducky,” he said and then walked off.

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“Minam, I love you,” Jinyong sighed, clanking her fork down on her plate and rubbing her stomach, “I don’t think I’ve had such an amazing meal since I lived with my parents! You’ll have to teach me how to cook like that sometime!”

“Certainly,” Minam laughed, bringing her empty plate to the kitchen sink and washing it off.

Jinyong followed her with the rest of the leftover dishes. “Oh! That reminds me,” she said, “I’m taking you to a B2ST concert tomorrow night!”

Minam glanced at Jinyong. “B2ST?”

“You don’t know B2ST?” Jinyong asked, recognizing the confused look in Minam’s eyes. Minam shook her head. “Really?” she asked in disbelief, “Your dad is the president of KBS America and you don’t know who B2ST is?” Again, Minam shook her head. “They’re only the biggest boy band in South Korea! They’re, like, my idols! I plan to marry Gikwang one day!”

Minam smiled, assuming that Gikwang was one of the members but she could never be sure. After all, she once thought that The Blue House was a restaurant. “Sounds great,” Minam said, trying to hide her discomfort in the fact that she was going to a concert. Jinyong giggled and went back to the table to grab the rest of the dishes. Minam sighed. She knew that tomorrow was going to be a bad day.



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