When We Return

Chapter Eight

"And if you'll say it formally, it's gomapseumnida." I made a look as I heard the word. Why is it so long?

"Why do you have variation of just a single word?" I whined.

"Just because." Psh.

He taught me a couple of words more that left my mind the moment we move on to the next word, but it's fun learning it. Maybe I should study Korean when I get back to Canada.

"So how do you say, 'I'm pretty?'"

"I'm ugly." (Korean) then I tried to copy him as much as I can but he keeps on spitting laughter.

"I'm ugly." (Korean) I confidently said while making a cute pose in front of him but he just burst out laughing earning a scowl from me.

I hit him once before going down from the steep mountain.

"Oppa, let's go eat when we reach the bottom."

"Stop calling me oppa." Since the day he told me about the meaning of 'oppa', I've been calling him that knowing he's older than me. Though I didn't really get to know the specific age gap but I bet he's older.

"Why not?" And of course, I just want to tease him so I tease him more.

"Just because!" he said annoyingly and walked ahead of me.

See? He's grumpy all of a sudden.

"Oppa!!" I screamed that made him sprint on the bumpy road and earning a laugh from me.

"Yah! Wait for me!!" (Korean) I tried my best shot in pronouncing it slowly but me myself can't even understand what I said.

It's not easy learning a language you're not accustomed to.

But at least I'm trying.

"Let's rest here for a while." He finally said after we got tired from walking back. I heaved a heavy sigh and marched towards the cliff to get some fresh air.

"I'm so tired!!" I said stretching my arms.

Jay immediately slump on the grass and opened his arms and legs.

"You must be so tired, oppa. It's a sign of aging." I teased. He lies on his right side of his body facing me and made a mocking grin.

"At least I still look younger than my age." He proclaimed proudly.

I shrug my shoulder and didn't say anything. He's not lying though. His features are perfectly fit for a model or an artist.

Looking at the view presented in front of me and I was in awe. I was too occupied in hiking that I wasn't able to stop and appreciate the nature.

I took out my phone and take a lot of pictures of it and even myself with the breathtaking view. I moved in circles trying to shot a good angle when I accidentally stepped on his hand.

"Yah!! Watch it, it hurts!!" he curled into a ball clutching his injured hand. I immediately ran beside him and said sorry a lot of times.

"It hurts!!" (Korean)

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to step on it." I said as I try to get his hands to soothe it but he kept on moving. So, I forcefully grabbed his hand and pressed my palms with it.

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I said repeatedly as I rub his hand smoothly and even blowing it.

"It still hurts!" he screamed and tried to retrieve his hand but I beat him to it.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Rub. Blow. Rub, then blow.

He became silent all of a sudden. I looked up midway on blowing his hand to see him staring at me intensely.