Note: This is our very own version / interpretation of Burning's origin ^^ Why he looked so foreign while he is obviously 100% real Korean.. Hope this will bring a smile to you like it did to us.. enjoy...
Dimpled Angel
The chief seraph ticked a check on his clipboard with finality.
“Yes, April’s done. Let’s get on with May. Alright, bring them in!” he called out.
Several angels entered carrying squirming cherubs. Only a couple were carrying well-behaved ones. The angels placed them in rows on the clouds. They all started making giggling and cooing sounds.
The chief seraph went down the rows one by one, inspecting each cherub and assigning them.
“This one I’ll send to a lucky couple in the US of A,” he said cheerfully as he tickled the little baby under the chin. “You’ll be a very pretty lady when you grow up,” he cooed. The angel beside him wrote down the details on the clip board.
So on he went, assigning birthdays, parents, places and other extra details. After each assignment, an angel swooped in to take the cherub and bring him or her to the flight deck.
He soon came upon a well-behaved cherub at the end of the 2nd row. The little baby was sucking on his thumb and staring at him intently, like a burning gaze. He was so cute and chubby, with very fair skin and thick, dark curly hair.
“Oh my, what a cute little child!” the chief seraph exclaimed. The baby removed his thumb from his mouth and started giggling and kicking his chubby little legs.
The seraph reached out his hands to pinch the baby’s chubby cheeks. “Ooohh you are so cutie cute cute! 1+1 is gwiyomi, 2+2 is gwiyomi, 3+3~ oh my!”
The chief had pinched the little cherub’s cheeks so hard, he now had two dimples deeply embedded on each cheek.
“Oh my, oh my, so sorry baby, my mistake!” he said, trying to pinch out the dimples and put the cheeks back into their original condition. The angels behind him started giggling.
“Chief, that’s one cute mistake you’ve made there. Just keep it,” she said, trying hard to keep her face straight.
The chief straightened his back and looked at the giggling angels. They all stopped suddenly when he did and went back to the babies they were attending to.
Clearing his throat, he faced his assistant. “Uhmm, yes, okay. Let’s send this baby to Russia, he’s so white and fair anyway. I think he’s sturdy enough for the harsh environment there,” he said, trying to act nonchalant.
The cherub giggled and cooed, reaching up his chubby fingers to him. The seraph tried his best to reign in his giddiness.
“Bye-bye baby, off you go to your Mommy and Daddy!” he said, waving his hand at the baby. An angel went in to take the little white boy to take him to the flight deck.
“Make sure he makes it on time for May 15, alright,” he instructed his assistant. The baby kept staring at him as the angel carried him out.
“That little boy is going to make a lot of girls cry when he grows up, I’m pretty sure of it,” the chief mumbled under his breath before he continued on to the next rows.
After finishing the assignments, he called for a break before he started on the June babies. An angel swiftly flew in and landed in front of the chief, a nervous look on her face.
“Ummm… chief, we’ve got a bit of a problem,” she whispered, keeping her eyes down and not looking at the chief.
“What is it?” the chief asked as he reviewed the lists on the clipboard.
“Uh, remember, the, ugh, dimpled baby?” she asked nervously.
The chief looked up at the angel suddenly. “Why? Is something wrong?”
The angel dropped on her knees and hugged the chief’s legs. “I’m so sorry chief, there was chaos on the flight deck when we got there. The kid~” she sniffed and paused, “the kid was sent to~ South Korea…”
A brief silence stretched out before the chief exclaimed, “OH NO~~”
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Appa: I'm so nervous, the baby's coming any time now. Are you sure you're okay?
Eomma: Of course I'm okay. This is my 3rd time already. Everything's going to be alright.
Appa: Yes, I know, but... isn't the baby a bit too big? The OB Gyne said so.
Eomma: I'll be fine. It's probably a boy if it's so big. We're both going to be alright.
Appa: I really hope it's a boy this time. I love our girls, but I'd like to have a boy this time. Someone who'll take after me and follow me around, hehe...
Eomma: I'm sure it's a boy this time. I think the girls would like the idea of being noonas. I... oh!
Appa: What? What?!
Eomma: I think I just started having a contr~ OHH!!
Appa: WHAT?!?!
Eomma: It's time! I can feel it.
(breathes several puffs of air)
Eomma: Oh my, this is it, Oh my, this baby is too excited!
Appa: Really! Wow, it must really be a boy this time, yahoo!!!
Eomma: Yaaahhhhh it hurts now, just get me to the freaking hospitaaaaal!!!
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Noona1: (Whispers) He's so white, is he even alive?
Noona2: (Whispers) I think so. (pokes the baby's foot.) It moved. He's alive.
Noona1: Are they sure he's ours?
Noona2: I know eonnie, maybe they switched babies accidentally?
The two little girls gasp quietly as they stared at the sleeping baby in the bassinet.
Noona1: But he's so cute. Maybe our real brother's not cute enough so they exchanged him. What do you think?
Noona2: But that's just wrong!? Why would they change our babies without telling us?!
Noona1: Ssshhhh you'll wake up the baby.
Silence ensues for a couple of minutes as the little girls continue staring at the baby.
Noona2: Yeah, he's really cute eonnie. Those dimples are really deep. Awww he's yawning. His mouth is so tiny!
Noona1: Omona he grasped my finger! He knows I'm his noona!
Noona2: But you just said he's not ours...
Noona1: I don't care, I'm claiming him!
Noona2: Yah, I'm his noona, too, eonnie!
Noona1: (Cooing to the baby) Well, I'M the eldest, so I'll take care of him better. I'll be his favorite, soon enough.
Noona2: Meh, I'm closer to his age, he'll love me in no time.
Noona1: No, he's gonna love ME!
Noona2: No, ME!
Appa: Yah yah yah, you're waking up Eomma and the baby.
I'm the only other male in the family, I'll be his favorite.
Noona1: How can you be so sure, Appa?
Appa: Just coz I say so.
Noona2: Appa, eonnie says this baby's not ours. He looks Russian, doesn't he?
Appa: Yeah, I noticed that, too.
Noona1: Oh no Appa, are you sure he's ours? But I don't want to give him back, he's ours now, right Appa?
Appa: Of course I'm sure he's ours. He just looks, ummm... very special.
Noona2: But how can you be so sure he's really ours? What if one day someone comes from Russia to claim the baby as theirs?
The little girls start crying at the thought of losing the baby to strangers.
Eomma: Girls, come over here. Appa, bring the baby please.
Noona2: Eomma, don't let them take away our baby, please~
Eomma: Listen girls. I know he's definitely ours, and no one's going to take him away. Wanna know why I'm sure?
The girls nod their head glumly.
Eomma: I just know it, because he was with me for 9 months. His heart and my heart are already intertwined like this.
Eomma linked her pinkie fingers with each noona.
Appa: I think i know why he's so white.
Everybody looks at Appa and waits for his explanation. He gathers everyone in a huge hug as they all look at the peacefully sleeping baby.
Appa: Oh, he must have been rolling around too much in heaven, the cloud's color rubbed off on his skin.
The chief seraph straightened up from his observation post. He ruffled his feathers and folded them neatly behind him. He then stretched out his arms and his back. After squeezing out all the tension from his muscles, he clasped his hands behind him and started whistling as he strolled out onto the streets of gold.
Another hard day of work was done..