Translation of Love

41

Father

It's the end of the day now. Taeyoung is sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall with me between his legs. His hand mindlessly strokes my hair as we chat.

"You have been getting your period regularly, right?" He asks me this for the third time now.

"Yes you idiot. We haven't even had sex that much."

"Okay, okay, just making sure," he chuckles.

"Who's that?" I ask while pointing to a photo collage beside his bed. He picks up the large frame.

"Which one?"

I point to the specific photo, which has a young Taeyoung, about thirteen, next to another boy. This other boy is shorter but looks more mature than Taeyoung. His skin blinds in paleness beside the tanned Taeyoung, and his eyes give him an intimidating vibe.

"Oh," a smile grows on his face. "That's my old neighbour and sunbae."

"You two look close."

"We were. He was a bit older than me but never looked down on me. We lived close together so we naturally became friends. Sometimes I still call him up for advice on my music. He always had great taste in music."

"I see." I stare at the photo a bit longer. I take in the cute uniforms, something that I never got the chance to experience.

"You were a cute kid," I say while looking at the other photos in the collage. He has the same exact face, equipped with those sweet eyes and that goofy grin. The only thing that seemed to change was his size.

I put the photo back down and turn over so that I'm facing Taeyoung. I smile at him, taking in his facial features. I tap on his lips with my finger and move a bit closer. My eyes flicker from his mouth to his sparkling eyes, my smile growing even wider as he begins to grin back. Then he quickly pecks my lips. I laugh a bit in response and he pecks me again. He does this again and again, getting faster each time. I start full-blown giggling as he attacks my mouth, sitting upwards and threatening to make me fall backwards onto the bed as he chuckles against my lips. Eventually, I do fall back and he comes over top of me with a hand on each side of me.

His funny smile matches the mischief in his eyes, but the expression changes within seconds. He comes down slowly this time, kissing me deeply. I groan against his mouth as I try to push him back.

"Stop—" I get out before his lips come over mine again. He moans against me and I start to kick my legs around. He finally leaves my lips, an annoyed look on his face.

"No. No making out at your parent's house," I say sternly.

"Why?" He pouts.

"That's inappropriate."

"No, it's not. It's a natural part of life Sohee."

"What's up with you and initiating this stuff in situations where we can get caught?"

"What do you mean?" I smirk forms on his lips.

"You're so bad," I laugh as I sit upwards and grab onto his face.

"I'll be a good boy, I promise," he pouts at me now like a little child.

"Sure—" and just like that he grabs onto me and falls onto his back, bringing me down with him. I can't help but squeal and laugh at his playfulness.