I apologize for any spelling errors, I tried going through and editing after I finished writing, but I could have missed some things.

These first few chaptets will all be centered around 1 character, specifically each character is going to get kind of a "intro" chapter.

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"Wooji! Help grandma Heeyeon with the boxes in her room now please!"

"Alright dad, I'm on it!"

Wuying didn't acknowledge the childish nickname that his family tends to call him, he just jogged up the stairs to do as he was told.

The tall male felt even taller in his grandma's little home. You can tell how old it is by the low ceilings, deadly wooden stairs, and antique wallpaper design that was starting to peel.

It's sad that this would be the last day that Wuying would ever get to walk through this house.

Today is the day his grandma is moving into the retirement home a few blocks away.

Wuying made his way to the room at the end of the hall, the door already open to see his grandma sitting on the edge of her bed with a smaller box in her hand.

This box looked a bit worn, it wasn't one of the newer cardboard boxes that they've been using to put her things in to move. This box was probably stowed away somewhere for months, maybe years.

Wyuing's grandma was looking in the box with a faraway stare in her eyes, as if she was taking in it's contents' memories.

"Halmeoni?"

Her head snapped up, and her dazed look faded when she saw her grandson in the doorway.

(*Halmeoni (할머니): rough English translation of "grandma" in Korean)

"Ah Wooji! Come in here, look at this!" She waved the young man over.

Wuying carefully sat down next to his grandmother on the edge of the bed and peeked into the box on her lap.

It seemed the contents were a mix of things- mostly Polaroid photos, and random trinkets like bottle caps and movie tickets.

"These are pictures of my old friends and I. We were just a group of gals in high school together. Those were my best years." Wuying felt his heart squeeze a little when he saw his grandma's expression as she spoke. Her gaze kept on the box, but her smile was sad, and her eyes were glossy.

"We stuck together through thick and thin...and i'd say we weren't like any other group of friends." She gently picked up one of the Polaroids. A group photo, 8 of them.

She pointed to the girl in the very middle of them. "That's me."

His young grandmother was so pretty, and so happy. Her smile in the photo was wide, and her eyes were closed, she must have been laughing as the girls around her in the photo swarmed her in a big group hug.

When he glanced back down, he noticed a picture of his grandmother with white hair. It seemed like it was still a young picture of her, only she had white hair in that one and dark brown hair in others.

Before he could ask any questions, she pulled a ring out of the box and showed it to Wuying.

The ring is silver, a foggy perl in the middle. It's a beautiful ring.

She takes Wuying's right hand into hers, and slowly slips the ring onto his ring finger. "Take this, my boy...and please...go find a group of friends like that."

Wuying's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off again. "I know you've graduated high school...and I know it's much harder to find friends now. I just want more than anything for you, my favorite grandson, to have what I had. I'm old...I can't have that anymore. My time has come, but you're still so young, and you deserve the best life you can have with a group of friends to back you up. It may not seem like it, but good friends are all that you need in a lifetime, to make memories that are worth more than anything you could ever physically own." She clutches his hand with the ring on it.

"Someday, you'll realize how much it'll mean to you...and how much you've needed it. Trust me." She looked him in the eyes when she said that last statement.

Wuying wanted to look away, her stare was intense. She was dead serious, she meant every word she said with all of her heart, but this felt like it was coming out of completely nowhere.

"And once you do find them. Stick by their side and do anything you can to keep them." Was the last thing she said before breaking eye contact.

She set the box on her bed, got up, and walked out of the bedroom.

Wyuing noticed there were no more boxes in her room, everything else was packed away into the U-haull truck, even though that was the reason he even came in here; to help his grandma with the boxes in her room.

Wuying sat there in silence for a second. He turned his head and looked at the box. Slowly, he reached into it and took a photo out. The one he saw of his young grandma with white hair.

It's definitely her in the photo, but her hair is a shiny silvery-white. The photo is taken from her torso up, she's wearing a white suit that ruffles at the collar.

Wuying could see faintly writing though the photo when he held it to the light. He turned it around and saw written in handwriting that doesn't look like his grandmother's "Hani unnie."

Though his grandmother doesn't talk about her past often, what he does know is that "Hani" is a nickname that some other older people that know her in the city would refer to her as.

Wuying set the photo back in the box, then picked it up and quickly went after his grantmother.

"Halmeoni! Don't you want to pack this box with the others?!" Wuying called to his grandma, who was getting into the back seat of his dad's car parked outside.

"Keep it child! Don't ask me any more questions, keep what I said in mind and discover your own destiny yourself." She waved to him before closing the door.

Wuying's sighed at the vauge answer.

What the heck does that mean?

His grandmother Heeyeon does tend to say some rather strange things, but this was starting to really actually confuse him.

He turned around and got one last good look at his grandma's old house, which is now just an abandoned house, since it's so old that the insurance people won't bother selling it again.

Wuying was probably raised in this house more than his own current home. His grandmother had to constantly babysit him, since his dad is a very busy businessman and a single parent.

Now that Wuying is old enough to take care of himself, he doesn't need babysitting, but that didn't stop him from visiting his grandma.

It'll be different now.
Visiting her in a retirement home.

It's just a constant reminder of how old she's getting, and that there might not be much more time with her...

That's not something Wuying wants to think about when he's just trying to visit her.

With no more dark thoughts, Wuying closes the box and carefully put's it in his bag. Luckily there was room in there for it, since he didn't bring much with him.

He swung his bag around his shoulders, then hopped onto his parked motorcycle.

Wuying watched his father's car drive away first, then the U-haull truck.

Next he started his own engine, and didn't take another look back before heading off and away. Mentally preparing to never be able to go back there again.