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Chapter One — Home Sounds Different to Everyone

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Seo-ah🎧

There were exactly seventeen sticky notes on the refrigerator.

Dad claimed there had only been one yesterday.

Papa claimed he had absolutely nothing to do with the other sixteen.

Seo-ah knew better.

One read:

Buy milk.

Another read:

Actually, don't. We still have milk.

Another:

Who finished the strawberries?

The last one simply said:

Purple glitter should be illegal.

"...Anran," Seo-ah sighed.

A tiny voice echoed from upstairs.

"It wasn't me!"

"It was definitely you!"

"It WASN'T!"

Seo-ah laughed despite herself.

Most families woke up to alarms.

Hers woke up to arguments over glitter.

She wouldn't trade it for anything.

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Chi Cheng🕸️

He liked mornings.

Not because they were peaceful.

God, they were never peaceful.

He liked them because they reminded him that everyone was still here.

Someone was always yelling.

Someone was always laughing.

Someone was running down the hallway when they weren't supposed to.

He looked toward the kitchen where Suowei was pretending not to gossip on the phone.

"I'm not gossiping."

"..."

"I'm just informing."

"..."

"There is a difference."

Chi Cheng smiled into his coffee.

Liar.

"You heard that."

"I didn't say anything."

"You smiled."

"That's all I needed."

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Wu Suowei📀

Being a parent wasn't difficult.

Being a parent to this family?

That required a degree nobody offered.

"Seo-ah!"

"I'm coming!"

"Liang!"

"Already finished my homework."

"It's seven-thirty in the morning."

"I know."

"...Of course you did."

"Feng!"

No answer.

"Feng!"

Still nothing.

He opened the bedroom door.

Music blasted through headphones.

Fresh blue hair dye stained the sink.

Wu Suowei pinched the bridge of his nose.

"...Again?"

Chi Feng looked up.

"...Worth it."

"No."

"...Maybe."

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Chi Feng🎸

Hyun-woo liked the blue.

That was enough.

Sure, his hair felt like dry grass.

Sure, Liang said he'd be bald by twenty-three.

Sure, Dad looked ready to schedule a funeral for his split ends.

Worth it.

Paper Clip had rehearsal after school.

He was determined to write something loud enough that even the teachers couldn't ignore it.

Not because he hated school.

Okay...

Maybe a little.

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Chi Liang🎨

His brother was chaos.

Scientifically speaking.

If chaos could somehow become a human being, dye its hair every month, and start a punk band...

...it would be Feng.

Liang didn't understand him.

But he admired him.

He quietly packed an extra bottle of conditioner into Feng's backpack.

He would never admit it.

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Guo Xiaoyu (Chari... or Cherri?)🐙

School always started before they were ready.

Not because of homework.

Not because of exams.

Because every morning someone wanted to put them into a box.

Every form.

Every attendance sheet.

Every rule.

It always seemed to ask them to become simpler than they actually were.

Home never asked.

At home, Dad asked if they wanted more pancakes.

Papa asked if they had enough sleep.

Sakura asked if glitter could solve sadness.

That was the only question that mattered.

"...Maybe," Xiaoyu whispered with a smile.

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Jiang Sakura🌸

Today was IMPORTANT.

Very important.

She had discovered glitter glue.

She planned to improve everyone's belongings.

Dad's notebook?

Needs glitter.

Papa's clipboard?

Needs glitter.

Kiang's textbooks?

Definitely glitter.

The dog next door?

...

Maybe not

She wasn't allowed near the dog anymore.

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Guo Kiang🤓

He watched Sakura sneak toward his room carrying an alarming amount of craft supplies.

He sighed.

"...No."

She froze.

"...You don't even know what I'm doing."

"I know enough."

She slowly hid the glitter behind her back.

"...Fine."

She turned around dramatically.

"I'll decorate Xiaoyu instead."

"...Please don't."

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Wu Anran🦄

Purple.

Purple blanket.

Purple socks.

Purple spoon.

Purple dinosaur.

Purple cup.

Purple was the best color because...

"...It just is."

Nobody argued anymore.

Not after she'd spent twenty-seven straight minutes explaining why purple yogurt would improve the economy.

Adults were strange.

They couldn't see obvious things.

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Guo Chengyu🍪

He arrived carrying fresh bread.

Chi Cheng opened the door before he even knocked.

"You made too much again."

"I know."

"We're going to eat all of it."

"I know."

Neither of them mentioned they'd planned this.

Every Wednesday.

Breakfast together.

The kids mixed between houses.

The adults drank coffee.

Life slowed down.

For just a little while.

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Everyone🫶

By eight-thirty, there were too many shoes by the front door.

Someone had stolen someone else's hoodie.

Someone couldn't find their backpack.

Someone was crying because someone else had eaten the dinosaur-shaped nuggets meant for lunch.

Nobody could prove who.

Both families stood together on the porch in the middle of complete chaos.

Chi Cheng looked around.

Wu Suowei laughed.

Jiang Xiaoshuai shook his head.

Guo Chengyu passed out homemade bread to anyone within reach.

The older kids rolled their eyes.

The younger kids chased each other in circles.

It was loud.

It was messy.

It was imperfect.

But every heart there beat a little differently.

And somehow...

...they all kept the same rhythm.

#revenged love #wu suowei #fanfic

Chapter One — Home Sounds Different to Everyone

-—————————————————🎧————————————————-

Seo-ah🎧

There were exactly seventeen sticky notes on the refrigerator.

Dad claimed there had only been one yesterday.

Papa claimed he had absolutely nothing to do with the other sixteen.

Seo-ah knew better.

One read:

Buy milk.

Another read:

Actually, don't. We still have milk.

Another:

Who finished the strawberries?

The last one simply said:

Purple glitter should be illegal.

"...Anran," Seo-ah sighed.

A tiny voice echoed from upstairs.

"It wasn't me!"

"It was definitely you!"

"It WASN'T!"

Seo-ah laughed despite herself.

Most families woke up to alarms.

Hers woke up to arguments over glitter.

She wouldn't trade it for anything.

-————————————————🕸️—————————————————-

Chi Cheng🕸️

He liked mornings.

Not because they were peaceful.

God, they were never peaceful.

He liked them because they reminded him that everyone was still here.

Someone was always yelling.

Someone was always laughing.

Someone was running down the hallway when they weren't supposed to.

He looked toward the kitchen where Suowei was pretending not to gossip on the phone.

"I'm not gossiping."

"..."

"I'm just informing."

"..."

"There is a difference."

Chi Cheng smiled into his coffee.

Liar.

"You heard that."

"I didn't say anything."

"You smiled."

"That's all I needed."

-—————————————————📀————————————————-

Wu Suowei📀

Being a parent wasn't difficult.

Being a parent to this family?

That required a degree nobody offered.

"Seo-ah!"

"I'm coming!"

"Liang!"

"Already finished my homework."

"It's seven-thirty in the morning."

"I know."

"...Of course you did."

"Feng!"

No answer.

"Feng!"

Still nothing.

He opened the bedroom door.

Music blasted through headphones.

Fresh blue hair dye stained the sink.

Wu Suowei pinched the bridge of his nose.

"...Again?"

Chi Feng looked up.

"...Worth it."

"No."

"...Maybe."

-———————————————🎸——————————————————-

Chi Feng🎸

Hyun-woo liked the blue.

That was enough.

Sure, his hair felt like dry grass.

Sure, Liang said he'd be bald by twenty-three.

Sure, Dad looked ready to schedule a funeral for his split ends.

Worth it.

Paper Clip had rehearsal after school.

He was determined to write something loud enough that even the teachers couldn't ignore it.

Not because he hated school.

Okay...

Maybe a little.

-———————————————🎨——————————————————-

Chi Liang🎨

His brother was chaos.

Scientifically speaking.

If chaos could somehow become a human being, dye its hair every month, and start a punk band...

...it would be Feng.

Liang didn't understand him.

But he admired him.

He quietly packed an extra bottle of conditioner into Feng's backpack.

He would never admit it.

-————————————————🐙—————————————————-

Guo Xiaoyu (Chari... or Cherri?)🐙

School always started before they were ready.

Not because of homework.

Not because of exams.

Because every morning someone wanted to put them into a box.

Every form.

Every attendance sheet.

Every rule.

It always seemed to ask them to become simpler than they actually were.

Home never asked.

At home, Dad asked if they wanted more pancakes.

Papa asked if they had enough sleep.

Sakura asked if glitter could solve sadness.

That was the only question that mattered.

"...Maybe," Xiaoyu whispered with a smile.

-————————————————🌸—————————————————-

Jiang Sakura🌸

Today was IMPORTANT.

Very important.

She had discovered glitter glue.

She planned to improve everyone's belongings.

Dad's notebook?

Needs glitter.

Papa's clipboard?

Needs glitter.

Kiang's textbooks?

Definitely glitter.

The dog next door?

...

Maybe not

She wasn't allowed near the dog anymore.

————————————————🤓——————————————————

Guo Kiang🤓

He watched Sakura sneak toward his room carrying an alarming amount of craft supplies.

He sighed.

"...No."

She froze.

"...You don't even know what I'm doing."

"I know enough."

She slowly hid the glitter behind her back.

"...Fine."

She turned around dramatically.

"I'll decorate Xiaoyu instead."

"...Please don't."

-————————————————🦄—————————————————-

Wu Anran🦄

Purple.

Purple blanket.

Purple socks.

Purple spoon.

Purple dinosaur.

Purple cup.

Purple was the best color because...

"...It just is."

Nobody argued anymore.

Not after she'd spent twenty-seven straight minutes explaining why purple yogurt would improve the economy.

Adults were strange.

They couldn't see obvious things.

—————————————————🍪—————————————————

Guo Chengyu🍪

He arrived carrying fresh bread.

Chi Cheng opened the door before he even knocked.

"You made too much again."

"I know."

"We're going to eat all of it."

"I know."

Neither of them mentioned they'd planned this.

Every Wednesday.

Breakfast together.

The kids mixed between houses.

The adults drank coffee.

Life slowed down.

For just a little while.

-————————————————🫶—————————————————-

Everyone🫶

By eight-thirty, there were too many shoes by the front door.

Someone had stolen someone else's hoodie.

Someone couldn't find their backpack.

Someone was crying because someone else had eaten the dinosaur-shaped nuggets meant for lunch.

Nobody could prove who.

Both families stood together on the porch in the middle of complete chaos.

Chi Cheng looked around.

Wu Suowei laughed.

Jiang Xiaoshuai shook his head.

Guo Chengyu passed out homemade bread to anyone within reach.

The older kids rolled their eyes.

The younger kids chased each other in circles.

It was loud.

It was messy.

It was imperfect.

But every heart there beat a little differently.

And somehow...

...they all kept the same rhythm.

#revenged love #wu suowei #fanfic

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