I barely could
sleep these days. It was getting worse when I arrived at Korea. I wanted this
thing done perfectly in my own country. Thus, I was here, in this apartment
again, all alone. The first day I arrived, I sat on the couch while seeing my
memories which had happened in this apartment were played in front of my eyes.
Over there, in front of the fridge, I could still feel his hands, how warm his
body, and how beautiful our love was back then. At that side, in front of the door,
I was still able to feel his tears and his hug. In this couch, I could still
remember it clearly, both of us lying, crying, laughing, watching TV, and
kissing each other with love.
Ahh, our love.
I don’t really know love.
I don’t know love.
Jal moreogeosseo.
Second day, I
woke up in the bed where we were supposed to sleep together, hug each other,
talk about future, and share our problems. Now it was not the same anymore,
empty. This room was no longer alive. The more miserable was I could feel his fragrance
here, and there, also his appearance too. His transparent shade was like always
surrounding me in this room. I did not know that I missed him this bad.
I did not know
love.
Was it love?
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I couldn’t think
a single thing that day, when I could feel my body was not in good condition. I
couldn’t call my dad, or I would get more trouble. I checked my phonebook. I
saw his name. But, I was not supposed to call him. For sure, I had broken up
with him. I was the one who left him. I found another name: Junhyung. Yes, I
was close enough with him to help me drive me to the hospital.
I called him. I
never thought Junhyung would run to me very fast. No more than thirty minutes,
he had already been in front of my apartment with that anxious facial
expression. I couldn’t walk properly; I bet this condition got worse. When I
woke up, I was already in a bed at the hospital. Junhyung sat beside me,
watching me closely.
“Miinah, are you
okay?” he asked.
“Yes.” I nodded,
“thank you, Junhyungie.” I said.
“No prob.” He said,
“By the way, there is this doctor who knows you and he said he already gives
you what you need.”
“I knew it.” I
replied. “Sunggyu ahjussi, right?”
“Yes, I think
that his name.” Junhyung answered. “Miinah-ahh, do you have some diseases?” he
asked.
“Aniya.” I said, in instant. “I’m fine. I’m
just rather unwell.”
“But the doctor seems
so…”
“I’m okay. I
just need this infuse.” I laughed. “I can go home after this.”
Sunggy ahjussi came and I gave him an eye code
to not reveal this stuff to Junhyung. He slightly nodded. “Well, Miinah-ahh, you
may go home. I tell you, do not forget to rest well, and do not get hurt.” He said.
I nodded while the nurses take all needles and so on.
“Junhyung-ahh, kaja!” I said while got out from the
room.
“Are you really
okay?” he asked still couldn’t believe me.
“I am okay. I
just need to rest, I am just lacking the nutrition, that’s why I need to be
recharged with that infuse, hahaha.” I laughed, “Let’s go to my apartment, I’ll
cook you something nice.”
“By the way,
Miinah-ahh, today is Dujun’s birthday.” I stopped walking. Was today July 4th
?
“Ohh, geurae..” I said, “You are supposed to
be there, with the boys, celebrate his birthday.” I said. “I will take a cab.”
I walked in hurry.
“Miinah-ahh, I
am fine. I’ll drive you home.” He said, walked by my side. “You must make a
nice meal, araseo?” he hit the lift,
followed by me.
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“Why didn’t you
call Dujun instead?” he said, rather drunk, a little.
“I have broken
up with him.” I said, take a sip at my cola, “How am I supposed to call him?” I
laughed my ass off.
“And why did you
call me?” he asked.
“Because… I don’t
know other than you who I can trust.” I sighed. “I must have troubled you.”
“No…,” he said, “Do
you happen like me?” he asked.
“What?” I got
surprised, “You are drunk, Junhyung-ahh.”
“I am not.” He said.
“Let me hug you.”
“What?” I just
didn’t know what to say. Before I could stop him, Junhyung already hugged me. I
wanted to get rid of him, but I just couldn’t. Although Junhyung looked weak,
but he was still a man.
“Na… niga jeil choa.” He said.
I couldn’t take
a breath.
Like a statue, I
got so stiff.
---
Now, I had done
crying a river while Junhyung watched TV on the couch, beside me. I just met
Dujun. This was so crazy; this was my fault at the first place. Why did I ask
Junhyung to watch movie? I bet I missed Seoul so much. And all ended up with my
heart hurt seeing Dujun.
“Junhyung-ahh…”
I said.
“Ehm?” his eyes
still watched the TV.
“How could you sober
up so fast last night?” I asked.
“Did I get
drunk, last night?” he asked.
“Yes, you drank
bottles of soju.” I said, “but suddenly you stand up and said ‘Miinah-ahh, I’m
going back to dorm’ while so freaking coolly left me here alone.”
“Ehm.. I don’t
remember, but I didn’t feel I got drunk last night.” He said, “Gikwang was the
one who got drunk, and Dujun too.”
“Dujun?” I
slipped my tongue.
“Yes.” He answered.
“Ehm probably I got drunk last night, coz I feel my head so heavy this noon,
but that was miracle I could ride my car safely.” He laughed.
“Molla.” I said.
“Have you
finished crying?” he looked at me, “I was so surprised when you suddenly cried
there, in front of the lift. You looked so cool when got out from the lift tho.”
“Don’t you know
Dujun was there too?”
“What?” Junyung
couldn’t hide his shock.
“Yes.” I said. “Junhyung-ahh,
is it okay for you to stay here like this?”
“Gwenchana.” He said.
“Geundae, Junhyung-ahh, don’t you
remember anything last night?” I asked, “Like what you said to me?”
“Like… what I
said… that I like you the best?” he turned off the TV. “I said… last night, I
was not drunk.”
Of my God, what
the hell happen here?
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( to be cont )
