Hold My Hand (Part 6, final)
Unlike the other kids who were shouting and playing kickball, Ye-in was sitting in the stands with Jin-woo again that day.
“Wow, what a cool breeze,” Ye-in said. “Look at the cosmos flowers over there. They are dancing and swaying in the wind.”
Jin-woo asked, “Cosmos? Can we go closer? I want to touch them.”
“Then, hold my sleeve,” Ye-in replied. “The path to the flower bed is still unfamiliar to you.”
Jin-woo held Ye-in’s left sleeve with his right hand. Ye-in walked slowly. She gently bent the flowers down so Jin-woo could touch and smell the autumn flowers. The soft petals, the leaves, and the unique scent of each flower filled the air. Meanwhile, the kids who finished their game saw them. Someone shouted,
“Wow, is there a couple in our class now? Hey, are you two on a date?”
A group of boys ran over to Jin-woo, laughing. Jin-woo laughed out loud and answered,
“What? A couple? Wow, I can’t believe I’m hearing such a cool word!”
Jin-woo walked back to the classroom, laughing with the boys. Suddenly, a boy named On-yu whispered playfully,
“So, is the superstar Ye-in really the girlfriend of a flat soccer ball? You’re smiling, right? Come on, admit it!”
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Jin-woo just laughed out loud and said,
“A flat soccer ball? Who? Ye-in is not flat. She is a soccer ball full of air. Change that nickname.”
The boys suddenly stopped laughing. They felt a bit embarrassed.
“Hey, it’s just a joke, a joke! You take it too seriously,” one boy said.
“Well, if she’s full of air, is she a bouncing soccer ball? That sounds good!” another boy laughed.
Then, they all turned back toward Ye-in, who was walking a bit behind them, and shouted together,
“Hey, Bouncing Soccer Ball! Hurry up and come with us!”
With that, the boys rushed into the classroom.
Ye-in followed them into the room a step behind. Her face turned red with shyness. She turned her head toward the window. On the windowsill, the bright cyclamen flowers were dancing beautifully in the cool autumn breeze.
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