❝ sweet child of mine ❞
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it’s an unusually warm day in seoul, so it isn’t unusual for so many people to be outside, taking advantage of the sun’s presence. the orphanage seemed to have the same idea as most other parents, and now, london finds herself at a nearby park with the staff and other volunteers, children running freely across the grass.
there’s a playground off to the side, a playground that she and one of the staff members has been put in charge of keeping a lookout on, eyes darting from one orphan to the other as monkey bars are climbed across and slides are slid down on.
she’s helping one of the younger boys slide down the larger slide when there’s a scream from the other end of the playground. heads whip around straight away, and london is quick to notice a few of the orphans gathering around the swings, the sound of a young girl crying growing louder.
quickly, she runs over, grabbing one of the first-aid kits on the way, but she pauses when she notices that the child crying isn’t anyone she knows. regardless, she crouches down, setting the first-aid kit by her knees. “shh, hey, it’s okay. what’s your name, hmm? is your mom or dad here?” london coos, reaching out to rub the girl’s back, before she looks up and around the park. “she fell off the swing, noona,” one of the boys informs her, biting his bottom lip with clear concern.