“Oppa, have you waited so long?” I saw
Gayoon walked toward me. I looked at my coffee. I had finished it all.
“I have finished
drinking my coffee.” I said, “Why you keep coming so late? I thought you don’t
have any schedule today.” I sighed.
“Mianhae, oppa. I just came back from
shopping.” She sat in front of me. “I need to buy some stuff.” She called the
waitress, “Macchiato please.” She said.
“You did it
again, huh? Buy some clothes, shoes, and bags. But you don’t really wear them.”
I said. I couldn’t believe this girl always wasted her money.
“I did wear
them. Look, my airport fashion is no joke.” She said. “Ah, by the way, oppa, are we going to watch movie?” she
asked with a happy expression.
I nodded. “Hmm, neo sirheo?” I asked.
“Ani… aniya… I like it so much.” She
laughed, “Oh well, the namchin-dol
wathing movie with me!”
“Sst… can you be
calm?” I said, not really interested.
“Ah, araseo… calm down, Gayoon-ahh.” She said
the words to herself. I laughed. “Wae?” she asked.
“No. You are
just funny.” I held my laugh.
“Just now, I saw
a familiar car.” She said, made my eyes open widely. “Is it Junhyungie oppa’s
car?” she aksed, but more like talking to herself.
“I saw it too.”
I said in short.
“Right? I saw it
too!” then, she kept silent, “Ah keundae
(but)… who’s that girl?” she continued.
“Nugu?” I asked. Gayoon saw that girl
too.
“That girl, the
one who sat beside him.” She looked in the middle of thinking, “looks familiar,
but she is not an artist too.” She kept busy by her own thought. “She is not
Hara either.”
“Hyaaa, are you
a detective?”
“Ahh, nae ga? Ahh, aniya… ah mian, oppa.”
She laughed and drank her macchiato.
Well, who was
that girl back then?
---
“G.Na unnie keeps sending me text.” Gayoon
said while looking on his phone. We were in the car, in the middle of going to
the cinema.
“Waeyo?” I asked.
“She wants to go
with us watching the movie.” She said. “Ah, cham,
she does really like you, huh, oppa?”
she laughed.
“Well, keureusaeyeo…” I said. “I am a namchin-dol though.”
“Tsk. It’s not
like we are dating, she keeps busy sending me text. Aigoo, unnie-ahh.” Gayoon put her phone on her bag. “By the way, oppa, that unnie… ehmm… that unnie
who was diligently sending you and oppa-deul
kimchi… ehmm… it’s already a year, right? Ehmm… she doesn’t even contact you?”
“Why are you
asking that, kamjagi?” I asked. I
didn’t expect Gayoon would ask this kind of question.
“Ahh well, it is
because lately you hang out with me. Ehm.. I think… you have settled your
heart?” She said. “Ehm, maybe… you have completely forgotten her.”
“Waeyo?” I asked.
“Well, I like to
continue hanging out with you, oppa.”
She said, rather blushing.
“You are my dongsaeng, Gayoon. Then we can hang out
together forever.” I said.
Mian,
Gayoon-ahh, it’s not like I hadn’t forgotten, but the memories indeed couldn’t
be erased easily. Even, for a man like me, I could shed tears. Yes, I was not
always strong like what others saw. I was just a man called Yoon Dujun. He was
just a very ordinary man, not a strong rock, Gayoon-ahh.
---
“The movie
already begins oppa.” Gayoon led the
way while the light of cinema turned off. “Ahh it’s here, oppa.” She sat and I followed her, sitting next to her. Actually
many idols and artists did this, to be unrecognized by citizens, entered the
cinema when the light already turned off and when the movie ended, we wore black
glasses and hat. Ah LOL.
I just followed
Gayoon’s decision. She wanted to watch something romantic. Then I just innocently
sat here. Perhaps this was a good movie.
“Miinah-sshi…”
I could hear a
voice. The voice is a man’s, a very familiar one.
“Ne?”
Now, it was a
girl’s voice.
I tried to find
the source of these voices.
“I need to do
something right now. I can’t accompany you watch the movie. Mian.” The man said
in a rather sad tone, “I’ll pick you up. I need to go to the studio, something
comes up.” He continued.
Wasn’t it
Junhyung’s voice?
I kept asking
myself.
Then, the girl
was….
“Ne, araseo, Junghyung-ahh.” She said.
… Miinah.
My Miinah.
From the left
side of me, a man stood up and walked right in front of me, he went to the exit
door. I saw my left side. My very first next seat was…
Someone…
I missed the
most…
I couldn’t
believe what I saw right now.
“Miinah-ahh?” I
couldn’t control my mouth. I let the word slip from my lips.
She looked at
me.
One…
Two…
Three seconds…
She opened her
eyes widely.
“Dujun… nie…”
she said.
Here, was it a
dream? Was it what they called as destiny?
[to be continued]
