Walking on Margins by springrain

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Walking on Margins

Title: Walking on Margins

Author: springrain

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Prologue: The Beginning of Us

The sun and moon keep each other in balance, dont they?

We met on the first day of fall.

Our first encounter was anything but ordinary. You would imagine it was the kind of encounterwhere we would shyly introduce ourselves and flash each other sheepish smiles. Nope, our first meeting

was far from what I had described. Our first encounter began with my attempt of committing suicide.

* * * *

I believed that every human who ever lived was born with one error. My error was the incapability

of saying no. Everytime somebody asked me for a favor, I would easily give in without even considering

the situation. The favors would constantly overlap each other, forcing me to sacrifice my own time. But

the thing was, it was so much easier saying yes than saying no. But thats the thing you see. With so

many favors and burdens to carry on shoulders, it was taking its toll on me.

So finally, I decided to put a stop to all of the chaos on the first day of autumn. I didnt have anyparticular reason for it to happen on that day it just pretty much happened according to the order of the

events. Had it been any other day, I dont think I would have lived to tell this sto ry. This is our story. Are

you ready?

Chapter 01

September 2008

I took one tiny step towards the ledge. And my other foot soon followed. Upon standing up on the

tenth floor of the apartment building, I felt the wind ruffle my hair. I closed my eyes, tasting in the sweet

serenity. Finally, I thought to myself. Finally time alone.

I had considered many other methods, but by comparison, they were much more brutal. I decided

to not bring myself to cutting or hanging of any sort, instead, just leave in peace. I shuffled my feet farther

and farther from the rooftop, savoring the peace.At last, time for myself.

I squeezed my eyes shut, finally feeling the invisible burden being lifted off my shoulders. Just one

more step, I thought to myself. However, before anything really happened, a steel grip clamped onto my

wrist, precluding me from doing anything further.

My eyes flickered open in alarm before I whirled around to face the newcomer. He was rather tall

as compared to the average Korean men. His ashy hair definitely needed a trimming, because his bangs

slanted over his eyes. His plump lips were jutting out as he parted them to say something. I did not

happen to catch what he said, for I was too occupied with musing over his features.

That day, I learned that his name was Kim Jong In.


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And he was my supposed savoir that I accidentally fell for.

* * * *

December 2008

In celebration for our three month friendship anniversary, Jong In drove us up to the mountains for

a day hike. He claimed that our minds would become instantly clearer. I was not too sure if there was

irony lying within his words, but I suppose what he said was true.

If Jong In hadnt chosen to bring us to the mountains on the first day of winter, we would have

never saved another life from being taken away. Oh Sehun was his name. He had tried killing himself by

jumping off a cliff, but we had saved him just in time.

Turned out, there was an additional bonus to salvaging his life. His father was in charge of a chain

of skyscrapers that dotted Koreas skyline. In return for saving his sons life, Jong In and I were hired as

employees.

* * * *

September 2013

I was thinking of expanding Golden Flame, Sehun says, but we cant do it without an extra plot

of land, which is precisely where you come in.

Wu Yi Fans lips curl into a smile. He responds in a thick Chinese accent, Sure, but what wouldyou give in exchange? Im willing to give up that extra plot of land in Cheongdam, only if you comply with

my request.

Depends on your request, Sehun folds his hands expectantly.

I would like to borrow your secretary for a day word on the street is that she s very responsible

and dutiful, Yi Fan says with a mischievous twinkle gleaming in his eyes.

My apologies, Mr. Wu, but Im afraid shes off limits, Sehun fakes a casual smile.

Oh, is that so? Yi Fan cocks an eyebrow. If thats the case, I suppose youll have to search

harder for more land openings. But then again, my fellow counterparts and I own most of the vacant land

here in Seoul. Theres no telling where your expansion of Golden Flame could be located.

Yes, I do understand that. Now please be careful on the way out, Sehun gestures to the closed

French doors. I wont be sending you, since I have some duties to fulfill.


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Jong In beams at me, similar to that of a nave child. Youre the bestest! He wraps me in a quick

hug before walking to his room. Upon hearing the door shut close, my hand claws at my chest. Jong In

has got to stop doing that, I think to myself.

* * * *

So I heard you didnt get that deal signed, Jong In says as he takes the tenth shot of whiskey for

the night.

No big, Sehun shrugs his shoulders, Wu Yi Fan asked for too much anyway.

What did he ask for?

He asked if he could borrow Hana for a day, Sehun lifts the glass of Soju to his lips, downing the

liquid in one go. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, nonchalant about his appearance. After all, boys

night out pretty much is a relaxing session.

and you said no? Jong In asks in disbelief.

What else could I have said?

So you choose a girl over business, Jong In elucidates.

Yeah, Sehun nods, pretty much. I mean, wouldnt you?

If its Hana, then I suppose. Even through the haze that the consumed alcohol created, Sehuncan detect hesitance in Jong Ins voice.

Chapter 02

September 2008

Why did you save me? I asked, feeling somewhat irritated.

Because youll regret it in the future. Dont do things youre not certain of, the stranger said.

Like you know anything better, I replied, just leave me alone. People like you dont know

anything, so go back to your fantasy land and live your ultimate dream. I turned towards the ledge again,

this time absolutely certain my wish could be granted. I felt a hand tug at my wrist again. The familiar

touch of the callused fingers wrapped around my skin. I whipped around, this time frowning.


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Did you not hear me clearly? The stranger repeated, this time much louder. Youll regret it. Now

stop with your foolish acts and go back home. Turn back now before its too late.

I should be saying the same to you, I snatched my wrist from the strangers clutches, so get

lost.

Im not leaving till you safely return to where you belong, he said.

Get lost, I shook my head and advanced towards the ledge. Nothing can possibly stop me now.

Let him see my diethats what he deserves anyway for stalling me , I thought to myself. This time,

instead of using physical contact, he called after me.

Ive tried doing this before and Ive never regretted it more. Although he spoke rather softly, I

heard his words quite clearly. I hesitated. I was uncertain if I should believe him or not.

Look, I heard his footsteps shuffle towards me, at one point in my life, I wanted to die too. And I

actually tried without anyone stopping me. If there had been someone telling me not to do it, I wouldnt

have. But I tried it.

Then why are you alive? The harsh words rolled out of my t ongue before I could fully understand

what the stranger was trying to say.

Yeah, why am I alive? A hollow laugh sounded from behind. The building was only a few stories

high -- my legs had the biggest impact from the fall.

Youre walking perfectly fine, I said, finally spinning around to face the stranger.

Am I really? He asked with an undefinable tone to his words. I wasnt certain if he was asking it

rhetorically or was he really meaning what he said. I cant dance anymore because of my legs. I can no

longer live my ultimate dream because I can no longer dance. So fine, go ahead, jump. Lets see where

you end up.

* * * *

December 2008

I pulled the young male farther and farther away from the cliff, which was beginning to give away

thanks to the gales that bellowed around. He was wearing a dark hoodie, concealing many of his facial

features. All I could spot was his bleached blonde hair and the dark rings that drooped down to his chin.

He was trembling as if he was frightened somebody would catch him. His eyes darted back and

forth, clearly avoiding my gaze. Because I too was once in his position, I knew he would attempt to make


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a beeline towards the steep gradient. Upon knowing this, I only grasped tighter, refusing to let him

escape.

Just let my father know you were my friend youll get the money you want. Just let me jump

alright? He pleaded. I wavered for a fleeting second, slightly confused by his words. But I knew he w as

trying to bribe me of some sort, so I simply ignored him.

Im not here for your money, I clarified, instead, Im here to save you.

Well I dont want to be saved! His voice raised a notch higher. Just let me go! Please

Whats this? Jong In said from the distance. He had sent me away to enjoy the scenery because

he claimed that he could set up the tent perfectly well by himself. So I obliged, and to this, I found the

young male attempting to commit suicide. The scene was all too familiar; dj vu they call it.

At that moment, I turned around to answer Jong In and dropped my guard entirely. The grip

around the males wrist loosened, allowing him to make a run for the cliff. When realization dawned on

me, it was already too late. He had already scrambled towards the edge of the cliff. What was left was the

final jump.

Im not going to let him die so easily, I thought. I sprinted towards the male, blindly grabbing at his

ankles, hindering from him to actually jump. However, due to all the weight, the dirt began giving

away. Im going to die,I closed my eyes. No, I cannot die now.

I only grasped harder, ignoring the sounds of the crumbling rocks. Three months ago, I tried

killing myself too, but I didnt in the end. Why? Because I realized that theres a possibility that I might not

even die and the consequences of trying will be much worse. I -- The next thing I knew, I was tumbling in

the air, not even knowing where I would end up. So this is how my life ends. Trying to save someone

elses life.

Darkness engulfed me next.

* * * *

September 2013

Will you be fine by yourself? Jong In asks worriedly. Creases shape around his eyebrows while

both sides of his lips tug downwards.

Ill be fine, I assure Jong In, should we go with a silver or navy blue tie today? I hold up two ties

made from the finest silk imported from Italy. Jong In had received the two as a gift from Sehuns father

for Christmas a few years back.


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Whatever you think looks best, Jong In neatly folds the rest of his shirts before tucking away in

his suitcase, but really. Hana, are you sure youll be fine for three days? I mean

Dont worry I have Sehun, I bend over and begin to diligently knot the navy blue tie around

Jong Ins tanned neck. With my nimble fingers, I finish knotting the tie in a matter of seconds. Before I can

let go, Jong Ins fingers reach for mine.

He turns around to face me. Hana, just call me every night, okay?

Jong In, its not like youve never been out of town before for a business trip. Compared to others,

this is the shortest one yet. Itsjust three days, I emphasize on the length of the trip.

Yeah,just three days, he echoes. Okay, I should be going. Ill call you when I reach Hong

Kong. Jong In fixes his sleeves one last time before drawing me into a hug. Be safe, Hana. Always stick

with Sehun, alright? Youre even allowed to stay at his penthouse for the next three days.

Jong In, Im not a little kid anymore. I can take care of myself. I sigh, musing over Jong Ins facial

expressions. I try to ignore my hammering heart. Besides, youve never been this protective.What

brought this up?

Just be careful, Hana, Jong In says. And then he leaves.

* * * *

Have you arranged a meeting with Joomyun yet? Sehun asks, upon my arrival in front of his

office. It appears as if he has been waiting at my desk for quite some time.

I will now, I set my bags aside. Sehun nods his head approvingly before entering his office. As

Im about to reach for the office phone, an aroma of freshly picked flowers catches my attention. Sitting

beside my desk is a large bouquet of white roses. I furrow my eyebrows, puzzled. Reaching for the note

carefully tucked between the petals, I briefly read it.

I hope to see you at eight tonight.

XOXO.

Attached at the end, written in careful scrawl is an address.

Chapter 03

September 2008


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I hesitated; the view from the tenth floor didnt appear so appealing anymore. I took one step

backwards, then another, until I was finally off the ledge. You should go home, he persuaded me with a

gentle push.

I am home, I corrected, this is my apartment building.

Then you should go back to your apartment, he said, cheeks slightly flushed.

What about you? I asked. Dont you have to return home as well?

This is my apartment building too, he said softly. He turned away. Run along now. I need to

take a drag. My eyebrows furrowed. By means of taking a drag, the stranger cant possibly mean

I smoke alright, he clarified, now run along. You dont want to secondhand smoke. Its

dangerous for your health.

If its dangerous for my health then

I have reasons just leave, he said before pulling out a box of cancer sticks. In a brief minute,

his cigarette was lighted and ready to be puffed on. I whirled around and proceed to head downstairs. But

then it hit me. I still didnt know the strangers name.

Wait I called out. He spun around, cancer stick in tow.

Yes?

Whats your name? I inquired.

Kim Jong In, he answered simply.

Well my name is Hana

Hana Park I know.

How do you know?

Some things you just know, he responded before turning away. I frowned at his back view before

heading downstairs to my apartment. Kim Jong In.

* * * *

December 2008


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I hated hospitals. It was much similar to a jail that precluded me from doing anything. With

physicians and nurses hustling everywhere to attend to patients, it was certainly not quiet. What I hated

even more was how they treated us like little kids. I did not want to be babied nor be fed, so I would have

appreciated it very much if they didnt touch me.

But above all, what I despised the most was sharing a room with strangers.

Yah! Did you touch my magazines? The grouchy old man who slept a few beds away from me

was going around the room, questioning everybody who was a likely suspect. He appeared to be very

possessive about his sources of entertainment gossip as he bailed his fists in anger.

And how should you expect me to know where youve placed them? Everytime you accuse me of

touching them, you always find them in the end, the lady who slept next to me replied, somewhat

angered.

You should ask that new young lady there, commented another patient in the room. The old

mans eyes laid upon me as his eyebrows shot up in interest.

Ive never seen her around before he approached me, young lady, have you been touching

my magazines?

No, I just got here last night, I firmly but politely replied. The man looked at me once more before

turning away to retreat to his bed.

Doctors said she experienced a pretty bad fall, one of the ladies whispered to her visiting friend,

Apparently there was another young male who was checked into the hospital at the same time. But hes

a son of an affluent businessman, so I would assume he has a room to himself. I thought back to the

young male on the cliff. Just let my father know you were my friend youll get the money you want.I

mentally fit the puzzle pieces together. Then realization finally dawned on me.

It was because of the young male that I winded up here. It was because of him that I fell. And

because of that, his family should be paying for my hospital bills. I must find him, I thought to myself.After

I manage to get a hold of his room number.

Teenagers will be teenagers, responded the friend,the girl probably wanted money from him,

but it did not end up too well. I mean, look at her. Scratches and all.

I clenched my teeth upon hearing this comment. People will be people, I muttered. Only eyes

for the green; blind for the rest. Just then, someone slipped into the room. I looked up, meeting eyes with

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Jong In. His name escaped my mouth smoothly, as I was eager to talk to him. All my worries and

anger ebbed, as I only paid attention to him. It was just me and Jong In.

Come, Hana, the boys family wants to speak with you.

* * * *

September 2013

Sehun swings his arm over my cubicle before his face materializes near mine. When is my

meeting with Kim Joomyun scheduled? I want to talk with him as soon as possible. Word on the street is

his cousin, Kim Sunggyu, is in talks about purchasing the plot of land. I want to buy it before Kim Sunggyu

even has a chance to open his mouth.

Its scheduled for tomorrow in the afternoon, I answer, but do you not think Joomyun will be

biased towards Sunggyu?

No, Im pretty sure Ill have the advantage.

And what makes you say that?

Im an old friend of Joomyuns, Sehun says with absolute certainty. Hethen proceeds to switch

the subject. So are you coming over to my penthouse tonight? I suddenly think back to the note hidden

beneath the thorns of the white roses. I had concealed the bouquet under my desk to elude questions at

all costs. Knowing Sehun, he would be nagging at me all day long.

Im going to eat dinner with my friends tonight, so Im afraid not. I muse over Sehuns facial

features. He cant possibly be the sender of the roses. It wasnt my birthday or any of that sort. Sehun is

simply not the type of guy to spontaneously surprise a girl without a purpose. Besides if we were to

compare the neat scrawl written on the note and Sehuns chicken handwriting, its clear that Sehun is not

the sender.

Really? To where? Sehun perks up in interest. I give him the address, simply because I do not

know where the restaurant is located.

Sehun writes down the address before handing me the sheet of paper. I hold it up near my eyesas I begin deciphering the messy scraw l. Its a really fancy restaurant I hope you dont have to pay. A

meal per person is at least $80 that is if you choose not to drink wine. Including wine, for two people, the

bill can reach to $200 or more, Sehun comments before asking, Can you get there by yourself?

Yeah, I drove here today. I begin to collect my belongings and shove it into my purse. I should

head over there nowthe reservation is at eight.


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Of course, Sehun nods, I wouldnt want you to be late either. Just text me when you arrive at

the restaurant and then return home.

I will, I promise as I advance towards the elevator.

Whoever you are mystery man, you interest me. See you soon.

Chapter 04

September 2008

Turned out, Jong In and I lived across from each other. I hadnt even taken notice of him until I

stepped out of the apartment the next morning. My work shift at the nearby supermarket didnt start till

10AM, so I usually got up around 9 to begin my day. I grabbed a protein bar from the cabinet before

slipping on my shoes to head outside. Jong In was standing outside with his back faced towards me.

When he heard my door slam shut, he turned around.

Good morning, I said politely with a small nod of my head.

Good morning, he answered, are you going out? His eyes swept over my outfit, causing me to

feel self-conscious. My fingers combed through the tangles in my hair, hinting at my nervousness.

Im actually heading to work,I explained, and you?

Im actually going to grab some coffee, Jong In replied. He then took me by the crook of my

elbow as he led me downstairs to the open street. So where do you work?

At the supermarket, I avoided eye contact at all costs. I was ashamed to be working at such a

low-paying place, but if my mother was more considerate, I wouldnt have to pay for my college

education.

Does that mean you get discounts on the groceries there? I mean, since youre an employee and

all.

I cracked a small smile upon hearing this. No, but I do eat the potato chips there, I admitted.

Do you think you can lend me a few bags? Jong In joked with a playful glint twinkling in his eyes.

I gently pushed him with my shoulder while rolling my eyes.

Sure, just show me the money first. I rubbed my fingers together, implying for the dollars to be

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So youre the greedy kind of girl, I see, Jong In co mmented.

And youre the kind of boy who leeches off his girlfriend, I retorted with a huff. Without even

realizing it, we had already reached the supermarkets entrance.

I think Im going to do some grocery shopping, Jong In pro claimed as he advanced towards the

door first. I looked at his retreating back one more time, musing over his actions. Jong In saved mehes

not that bad of a guy.

That day, I didnt realize that Jong In didnt purchase the coffee he had ment ioned before.

* * * *

December 2008

So you were the girl who saved my son. Her beady eyes bore two holes into my head. The aurashe gave off was refined and elegantnot much of a surprise for a wife of a supposed billionaire.

However, I could tell she wasnt arrogant, which was something I was grateful for. Prim and proper I could

stand, but arrogance I could not.

Yes, I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping to produce warmth. The paper-thin hospital attire

did not supply much heat, allowing for the cold to seep through the fabric easily.

Well I should thank you for that, she said, Your hospital bills will be taken care of. This is what I

did not like about rich people. When someone saves something of importance, or any favor for that

matter, the wealthy feel that they owe that person something. They do not seem to realize that somethings cannot be repaid. Like lives.

I hesitated. I did not know what to answer with. Instead, I involuntarily shook my head.

No? Her voice raised an octave higher. Is this not enough for you?

No, its not that. Its just

I suppose not, she interjected, I will talk to my husband when he gets back from his business

trip. In the meanwhile, I would appreciate it if you gave your contact information to my lawyer. That way,itll be much easier to track you down. The way she phrased her words gave me the chills. From her way

of speaking, I sounded like a pest or criminal under surveillance.

I simply nodded my head, agreeing to her terms before finally mustering all the courage to ask the

question that had been pestering me since. is your son okay?


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Hes managing fairly well, she brusquely replied, evidently wanting to avoid the topic of her son.

If thats all you ask of me, then I wont be seeing you out, as I have my own duties to attend.

* * * *

When I got out of the private waiting room which was heavily guarded by bodyguards, I managed

to locate Jong In through the sea of muscles. His back was resting against a terribly painted wall. When

he spotted me, he straightened his posture and sauntered over.

So? What did she say?

Shes rather terse, but shes not arroganteither, I answered, I couldnt bring myself to accept

her generous offer of paying my hospital bills. She mistook my silence as something else.

Generous? Jong In raised an eyebrow.

Im being sarcastic, Jong In. The thing is, I dont want to be repaid for saving her sons life. This is

human naturewe will save lives when the situation arises. This is a good example of that philosophy, I

responded with a roll of my eyes. Anyway, she says shell talk to her husband when he g ets back from

his business trip.

Her husband? Jong Ins eyes doubled in size. You do know who he is, correct?

Probably another billionaire who fakes to be nice, I commented, but I dont care. Rich and poor

people dont mix were oil and water, simply put.

Say what you want, but the man youre talking about is the businessman who was recognized in

international newspaper articles. I reallyrespect him.

Then you go and respect him, I said, You know how much I dont like the corporate bosses. The

only thing theyre best at is taking advantage of their employees. Great, I saved some CEOs son. I didnt

do it on purpose. It was just fate.

* * * *

September 2013

One step into the restaurant, and my breath is taken away. The dim lights create a shadow over

the vibrant color of the wall. It mellows down the brightness of the orange, thus not blinding the customers

at their entrance. However, as relaxing as it may look, everything else is neat and intact. All the waiters

and waitress are in uniform, especially when they set their dishes at the same time. Elegance is written all

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I look down at my work outfita H&M blouse tucked into a pencil skirt from Marc Jacobs. The

Jimmy Choo stilettos that Sehun had purchased for me last Christmas complete the somewhat classy

look. I should have applied more makeup,I think to myself. Compared to everyone else, Im

underdressed.

Hi, do you have a reservation or are you looking for someone? Chanel No. 5 which personally

to me smelled like bathroom and toiletsreach my nostrils. A waitress who appears to be no older than

twenty five greets me. My eyes briefly scan her name tag Kelsey.

Im actually looking for someone, I answer before quickly adding, Except I do not know how he

looks likeI consider this to be a blind date.

Whats your name? She brings out an iPhone from her pocket, which I can safely assume is for

work purposes.

Hana. Hana Park. Upon hearing this, Kelsey begins typing away at her iPhone.

She looks up and flashes me a dimpled smile. Right this way, Miss Park. Kelsey gestures

towards the back of the restaurant, and I am quick to follow her footsteps.

* * * *

His eyes meet mine upon hearing my entrance at the VIP room. Dressed in a Gucci suit only

made of the finest silks, I can already smell the inexpensive Calvin Klein cologne wafting towards me. He

stands up and shakes my hand. His hair is a shade of brown, but a rather soft brown at that. Its slicked

back handsomely, showing off his wide forehead.

Then he speaks. I would like to formally introduce myself, as weve never had proper

introductions. Ive spoken with you a couple of times over the phone, but I wanted to get to know you

better.

I take a seat, suddenly curious. I rack at my brain for any memories of this sultry voice. Im Hana

Park.

He smiles charmingly at me, Im Wu Yi Fan, but you can call me Kris.

Chapter 05

October 2008

From our first encounter and then on, Jong In always made some excuse to walk me to the

supermarket. He would stay for a few minutes before leaving to explore the world, as he had claimed.


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But somehow, hed always return just in time to walk me home from work. Often times, I would wait for

him outside after my work shift was over. Even my colleagues and manager took notice of Jong In.

That boy youre seeinghes not a bad guy, Nam Woohyun, the shelf stocker, commented one

day. Although Ive barely interacted with my co-workers, Woohyun was the kind of guy who you could

easily warm up to.

Were not seeingeach other, I quickly denied.

Is that so? Woohyun squinted at me, observing my actions. I mean I would beg to differ. He

walks you to and from work, cares for you when youre sick, and

Okay, I get it, I shut Woohyun up, but weve only known each other for a few weeks, Woohyun.

You cant possibly jump to conclusions that quickly. Maybe hes bored and wants to get a breath of fresh

air every morning.

Say what you want, but you know Im right, Woohyun said before rolling a pack of canned tunas

down an aisle to begin shelving.

* * * *

One day, Jong In wasnt outside his door as he usually was every other day. I was pondering

whether or not I should knock on his door, but I figured that would make me seem desperate. Instead, I

casted one last look at the closed door before heading towards the staircase. Just then, a voice croaked

after me. I turned around and saw Jong In still clad in his pajamas.

I think I caught the flu achoo! Jong In sneezed into his elbow, minimizing the chance of germs

flying everywhere. Im sorry, but Im not exactly in the best state to achoo! He sneezed again, wiping

away his snot with the back of his hand. Walk with you.

I frowned at his condition, knowing Jong In should be resting right now. I understand. Get some

rest, and Ill buy some Advil from the market when I return. Do you think you can manage for the rest of

the day?

I think so achoo! Another sneeze.

Ill try to visit you during my lunch break, so get some rest for the time being, I proclaimed before

hurrying down the stairs. The walk to the supermarket seemed much longer than it usually did. The

reason for that was probably the absence of Jong Ins presence. Our nonsensical talks filled up the

silence and time. What did I do before I met him? I wondered.

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I can safely assume that you and Jong In are not together anymore, Woohyun stated after work.

He materialized beside me as we both overlooked the pouring rain. It had begun drizzling in the

afternoon, but the droplets had become bigger and bigger as the day drew on. Much to my luck, I forgot

to bring an umbrella. Lucky me.

Were not together, and no, what makes you think that? I suddenly became defensive.

Well seeing as how hes not here

Hes sick, down with a mild strain of the flu, I elucidated, not wanting to hear anymore of

Woohyuns nonsense.

Oh. Woohyun cleared his throat. I should get homeits my grandmas birthday today. Sorry for

the misunderstandings. And then he left, trudging through the heavy rain. I heaved a loud sigh.

Just my luck, forgetting to bring an umbrella. I then exposed myself, feeling the water rain on me

instantly. I covered my hands over my head, hoping it was some form of protection. However, I knew my

hands werent doing much so I let them drop to my side after a block or two. At the last signal light, I

made out a blurry figure through the precipitation. As it came closer, I realized it was Jong In.

When he saw me, he quickened his pace and came towards me. The black umbrella he was

carrying was rather small, but nonetheless, it still protected us from the rain. Jong In wrapped his dry

arms around my quivering figure. I should have known better that you would forget your umbrella at

home, he ushered towards me the crosswalk. Lets get you inside and dried up. He then mumbled,

This is precisely why I hate Korea. The weather patterns are just unpredictable.

The entire time, I stayed quiet and examined Jong Ins features. He was evidently worried. I felt

my heart beat erratically everytime he frowned. His concerned and focused eyes were what I had taken

notice of most.

Maybe that was the day when I fell for him. Because even though he was sick, he came to rescue

me. Everytime, rescuing me, like a hero would do.

* * * *

December 2008

When do you think Ill be able to get out of here? I ask ed Jong In.

The doctor says that everythings stabilizing, so you might be able to be checked out today, by

earliest. They just need to run a check up on you one last time before releasing you, Jong In brushed a

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I just hate this place, I complained, somuch. The food doesnt even taste good. Its all bland,

and they dont even give me any good desserts! I jutted my bottom lip out, resembling a child who

doesnt get the flavor of ice cream she wants.

Ill promise Ill buy you cheesecake when you get released, Jong In hooked his pinky finger with

mine, beaming at me. I perked up, instantly agreeing to his offer. Jong In does know how much I like my

sweets. Especially cheesecake from the corner bakery.

Has that work place got back to you yet? I asked, recalling that Jong In recently attended an

interview for a big corporation company.

Jong Ins smile faltered. No, his voice became soft, but Im still looking around for a job.

Apparently the fact that I did not finish college doesnt appear very appealing on my resume. He bitterly

smiled.

I placed a gentle hand on his rough one. I believe in you, Jong In. You just got to keep on

persevering.

I know, he grinned sadly at me, Ill ask your doctors when your checkup will be. In the

meantime, you can walk around. I know how tiring it is to stay in bed all day. He then left without another

word said.

* * * *

I found myself pacing in front of the familiar waiting room. Yes, the waiting room where I had a

nice chat with the billionaires wife. Although I could count on what she said, I still wanted to see how the

boy was doing. The last time I saw him, he was sweating and rather pale. He seemed sick to start off

with.

I was contemplating whether or not I should knock on the door. I figured his mother had better

things to do rather than accompanying him 24/7. The guards appeared to be on break of some sort,

seeing as how the sea of muscles disappeared as well. When I stood face to face with the door, I was

pondering what to say.

Hey, its me. The person who saved you. Or something likeShouldnt I deserve a thank you? I

saved your life, you littleNo, the latter choice definitely wouldnt be something I could say. I hesitated,

with my hand in the form of a fist, ready to knock on the door. Then I made my decision. I dropped my

hand to my side and backed away. I decided that I would let fate play the game for us two. As if in answer

to my decision, the door swung open, revealing the young male. We met eyes.

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If youre implying that you are afraid that Golden Flame will fire you, then Ill guarantee you a

position at my company, Yi Fan promises with a lustful twinkle gleaming in his eyes. In fact, Ill take you

under my wing and protect you from all the troubles Golden Flame will bring you.

Tempting as it may sound, Mr. Wu

Please, call me Yi Fan or Kris.

Mr. Wu, I ignored his interjection, Im rather happy to be working under Golden Flame. I do not

wish to leave the company anytime soon.

You should repay me with this lovely dinner, Yi Fan says, by working as my secretary.

Then I will repay you, but not working as your secretary or under your company for any matter. I

take out a wad of bills from my wallet, beginning to count off the numbers. This shoul d suffice for my

meal, I hand him $100. It was nice eating with you, Mr. Wu. I grab my bag, prepared to exit the room.

He grabs my wrist, preventing me from moving any further. He stands up tall, towering over me

easily at six feet. Miss Park, youre not going anywhere until you give what I want. His voice is

absolutely deadly.

* * * *

Sehun storms into La Fuente de Amor, the restaurant where Hana and Yi Fan are located. A

waitress stops him from moving any further. Sir, are you here for a reservation or are you looking for

someone in particular?

Hana. Hana Park, Sehun gruffly replies.

The waitress types away at the iPhone before tucking it away. Im sorry about the inconvenience,

but there is a specific order to not disturb the meal. Im afraid youll have to wait until she leaves the VIP

room.

I dont care how Ill pay, but I must see her, Sehun shoves the waitress aside before making his

way down the aisles of the restaurant. He locates the VIP room, which is situated at the very back of the

restaurant. Clever Yi Fan, but not clever enough.

By now, the waiters and waitresses are already notified of the intruderalso known as Oh Sehun

most of them are ready to stop him, but he merely pushes them aside. He grabs onto the handle of the

VIP room, and flings it open. Yi Fan is standing next to Hana, with his hand latched onto Hanas wrist.

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Well if it isnt Wu Yi Fan, Sehun smirks before throwing a fist at the Chinese man. I specifically

said no, you cannot see Hana. Yet you specifically went against my words.

It was you who said no, but she did not say no, Yi Fan held onto his nose, I will sue you, Oh

Sehun for assaulting me. I will see you in court. Yi Fan shoots Hana another look before stepping outside

of the room.

What the f.uck did you just do, Hana mutters.

What the f.uck did I just do? Sehun snarls back with a sardonic laugh. I s aved you, Hana! I

saved you! He could have

Youre getting sued, Sehun. How will this look for the company? Youre unbelievable!

If it was Jong In, you wouldnt be saying that. Hana is quiet upon hearing this. So I am right.

Sehun confirms his thoughts by the silence.

Chapter 06

October 2008

Dont you ever work? I asked Jong In one particular night. He was over at my apartment,

cooking up his famous pasta to fill my empty stomach. I had just returned from work, and here Jong In

was, whizzing up a fantastic dinner for two.

No, he answered, I find work to be rather boring and dull. He sprinkled pepper and garlic salt

into the pasta before stirring in the ingredients with a pair of wooden chopsticks.

I closed my eyes, inhaling in the magical scent wafting towards me. Jong In was a magician in the

kitchen, I swear. If only I had a life like yours, I mumbled.

Yeah, well, Jong In said, I dont think you would want my life.

Your life would be much better than mine. Memories deluged my brain; screams screeching in

my ear. I winced at the thought of the past. My right hand automatically went to my chest, clawing at my

heart.

I wanted to be a dancer, Jong In set down the plate of pasta in front of me before setting one

down for himself. He pulled up a wooden stool next to me before sitting down. But after my attempt of

suicide, I couldnt dance anymore. I dropped out of college because life didnt see m to agree with me.

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Then where do you get the mo I stopped myself midsentence, realizing how arrogant I

sounded. Jong In merely shook his head, dismissing my statement.

I just do, he said, things happen, and it makes who I am. As much as we want the past to

completely vanish, its impossible. The past is a part of who we are. Its an unwanted tattoo.

An unwanted tattoo, I repeated, that sounds about right. Screaming and more screaming echo

within the caves of my brain. No, I mustnt,I reminded myself. I swallowed down the forming lump in my

throat with much difficulty. I smiled warily.

And the present acts much like our pieces of clothing. It easily covers the tattoo, Jong In added.

My past is my tattoo, I muttered. It may fade away, but its still there.

* * * *

December 2008

I clearly didnt want to be saved, yet you still saved me, the male said. We were seated in his

private VIP room, and I could clearly differentiate the details between his room and my room. It was much

more serine as opposed to mine. The view was much nicer too it overlooked the garden outside. From

where I slept, I only saw the trash chutes.

And for all the right reasons, I corrected, If its something you want to

I. DIDNT. WANT. TO. BE. SAVED, the man emphasized.

And you probably had a reason too, I said, but if you need help, you need to just ask for it.

I wanted to die! You said you were once in my position, but you seem mighty fine to me!

I found a reason to live, I answered with a calm expression plastered on my face, Now its up to

you to find a reason to live.

His angry expressions soon softened up as realization dawned on him. Im not worth living, he

admitted in a soft whisper, Im a waste of space. Ive done so many inappropriate and unacceptablethings.

And thats in the past, I replied, the past is like an unwanted tattoo. The present acts like our t-

shirt. It easily covers the past. But when the shirt comes off, it reveals the tattoo. The inkor in this case

the details of your past may fade away, but its still very much there.You just have to learn to adjust to


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your past, ugly or not. I suddenly smiled, recalling my conversation with Jong In on a fateful October

night.

The past is my tattoo, the male slowly reiterated.

Everyone has their tattoo. Its just up to them whether to reveal it or not.

* * * *

October 2013

Wu Yi Fan has filed a lawsuit against you, Danny, the head of Golden Flames attorneys hands

Sehun a file containing all the details regarding the lawsuit. I suggest you do not step into court, because

one, there will undoubtedly a huge news coverage on this lawsuit. Second of all, since the judge will most

likely rule in Wu Yi Fans favor, we will lose company bonds because of this scandal.

Sehun closes his eyes, piecing together the fragments of last nights events. It was wrong for me

to punch him, I understand. But if hes trying to assault my

Hanas already denied everything. She claims that Wu Yi Fan had simply too much to drink. Just

let this case rest and move on, Danny says. Were wasting time on this lawsuit. Just pay the money and

be gone with. Master Oh would not be pleased if you take this to court.

Please take into consideration that there is no hard evidence that he attempted to assault youremployee. Even so, you do not have the power to sue Wu Yi Fan, as you are not the employee. If

anything, it would be up to Hana. But surely, Hana has already denied the facts.

Just pay the money and be gone with, Sehun massaged his temples. I have a meeting to get

to.

* * * *

My cousin has sold the land to me, Kim Sunggyu proudly states, however, seeing as I dont

have much use in this piece of land, Im considering selling it again.

Give me a price, and Im certain we can negotiate about it.

Sunggyu slyly smiles, Mr. Oh, how I wish life was this easy. Unfortunately, for you, there is a new

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Had your cousin not sold the land to you, he would have sold it to me. Wouldnt you want to help

out an old friend of your cousins? Sehun professionally masks his anger.

But the bidders price is so much more appealing,Sunggyu drums his fingers on the table top. A

twinkle gleams in his eyes. I will take your price into consideration since my cousin has told me to take

good care of you. But I cannot guarantee the land will go to you.

Is there any way I canpossibly change your mind about that, Mr. Kim?

Of course, Sunggyu nods, I have an upcoming charity event that I would like you to attend. You

will meet the bidder there at the gala. That night, I will come to a decision.

I understand, Sehun says.

* * * *

I came home to see Jong In unpacking his belongings from his suitcase. His hair is ruffled, and as

expected, his blue tie is askew. He turns around upon hearing my arrival.

Hey, he smiles warmly, youre back.

Its been a long weekend without you, I say, not wanting to mention last nights encounter with

Wu Yi Fan. I had assumed Sehun would want this situation to be kept quiet, as advised by Danny. I

wasnt lying to Jong In; I just wasnt telling the entire truth.

Yeah, but Im glad to be back in Korea. Chinese people are rather aggressive, Jong In laughs,lets eat out tonight, in celebration for my return from China. Hearing this, my face instantly breaks into a

smile.

Just us two, like the old times? I may or may not have sounded too hopeful, but I suddenly

longed for the past. Those three months I spent alone with Jong In were absolutely blissful.

No, of course not, silly, Jong In tangles his finger with a lock of my hair, well be dining with

Sehun tonight. Us three, best friends forever. My heart drops after hearing Jong In speak. I have been

clearly avoiding Sehun during the work hours. When the clock hit five, I dashed out of the office. We still

hadnt recovered from the previous night.

Itll be fun, Jong In persuades, cmon lets go. I dont think Sehun likes to wait on us.

* * * *


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As I had assumed, the meal is encompassed by silence. Jong In attempts to make small talk with

the both of us, but it becomes apparent that there was a dispute between Sehun and me. As we finish up

the desserta berry mousseJong In finally gives up.

Okay, what happened? Jong In glances at the both of us, taking turns to individually eye the two

of us. We dont answer. Jong In speaks again, I know something happened. Ill find out eventually, do

you think I will not? Its better if you speak now, because you know I will be disappointed in the both of

you if you do not tell me now.

I dont know, Sehun says in a somewhat arrogant tone, why dont you ask Miss Princess

Hana?

I become defensive at his words. Well Mr. I-Have-All-The-Money-So-I-Get-To-Do-Whatever-I-

Want, you shouldnt be speaking either. Im saving your company! Just like that, both Sehun and I forget

Jong Ins presence as we become immersed in a heated debate.

Saving my company? Youre joking right, Sehun scoffs.

Your company honestly doesnt need any bad attention. What happened last night will bring you

bad fortune! I was fed up with Sehuns stubbornness.

You aresoparanoid about these superstitions! I was saving you, Hana Park!

And I was saving your company!

Youre crazy, Sehun slips on his blazer, I cant take this anymore, Hana Park. Next time youanonymously get a bouquet of roses, go ahead and dumbly make your way to the address written on the

card! Lets see where you end up after the fancy dinner! He pushes his chair against the tiles of the floor;

it screeches. He throws me one last look before throwing a pad of bills on the table. Next time, call for

him. Will he even be there? Then Sehun storms off.

Color floods my cheeks. Im going home, I mumble to Jong In before marching away in the

opposite direction. F.ucking Oh Sehun.

Chapter 07

October 2008

Im moving, Jong In said one Sunday morning as we dined together for breakfast, I can no

longer afford my rent. My heart dropped; I put down my eating utensil. I no longer felt the need to eat. An

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Hello? Jong In saved his hand in front of my face. Hana Park, you still there?

yeah, I managed to mutter before blindly reaching for my glass cup. I drank a sip of water as a

futile attempt to ease my nerves. when are you moving? I finally said.

Next Sunday, Jong In suddenly smiled, but we can still keep in contact, Hana Park! I will st ill

bring you from and to work. Even when he said this, it did not comfort me. The fact that I would no longer

see Kim Jong In as often as I would like left me feeling nauseous.

Its sosudden, I uttered, you should have told me earlier. Vexation is laced within my voice.

I would have, but you wouldnt enjoy every

It isnt like that, Jong In! My voices volume rose drastically. You dont understand. You should

have told me earlier! How are we going to keep in contact when you dont have a job, let alone affording a

phone?! Bitter words tumbled out of my mouth. The shock on Jong Ins face was evident.

Youre unbelievable, Kim Jong In! I said, frustrated. Then I stormed out of his apartment.

* * * *

I came to work later that day, clearly distressed from earlier. Woohyun had noted the change of

my behavior almost immediately. He confronted me during our fifteen-minute break. Im not even going

to beat around the bush this time, Hana Park. Whats wrong? I didnt speak I was too immersed in my

emotions. Dont lie either, I know Jong In didnt come with you today.

Jong Ins moving, I softly spoke, finally succumbing into Woohyuns words.

theres nothing you can do about it, huh? Woohyun swung his legs back and forth.

Nope, and worse of all, hes moving a week from now. I sighed. He didnt even warn me about

moving. It just popped out of his mouth today.

Maybe he cares too much foryou, Woohyun depended on his arms to prop him up. His hands

were placed near his back as he stared up at the azure sky. Jong In is a practical person. He has his

reasons, Hana.

What do you know? I asked. You barely know Jong In.

But judging by his actions, I can only assume he cares for you, Woohyun looked at me in the

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I pondered over Woohyuns words. What he said made sense. do you truly think he cares for

me? I said, somewhat resembling a nave child.

Of course, if he didnt, he wouldnt be walking you back and forth.

Another sigh escaped my lips. but I did something bad today, I confessed. Woohyun gazed at

me, waiting for me to continue. He promised he would keep in touch with me, but I got so worked up

about it. I was upset that he didnt tell me he was moving until much later. So I insulted him. I said that

since he didnt have a job, he would be unable to contact me. I was angry that I would not be able to see

him as often.

Then the next thing Woohyun did was unbelievable. He smiled. That can only mean one thing,

Hana Park. You like Kim Jong In.

* * * *

December 2008

I got released from the hospital the next day. Jong In, being the gentleman he was, assisted with

carrying my belongings to the car. He claimed that I needed as much rest as possible that I should not

exert myself at all.

Jong In, dont baby me, I finally said after Jong In helped me with the seat belt strap. Though I

wasnt one to complain about the position I found myself in, I still wanted to be an independent person as

well.

I need to keep a watchful eye on you from now on, Jong In declared before gunning the engine.

Last time I didnt, look at where it got you you wound up in the hospital.

I tried playing superhero like you, I half-heartedly joked, but it didnt turn out too well, did it?

Yeah, next time, leave the saving to me, Jong In thumped a fist against his chest. I scoffed,

rolling my eyes at Jong Ins behavior.

Focus on driving, Mr. Kim Jong In, I said.

* * * *

The son of the prospering hotel, Golden Flame, Oh Sehun was hospitalized earlier this week. It

has been belatedly revealed that he was admitted due to a major fall off a mountain cliff. No further

details have been announced, however, the Ohs would appreciate their privacy as much as possible. For

those of you who do not yet know, Golden Flame has been taking over the business industry. Many


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businessmen have invested in this certain hotel, and now that it has been unveiled to the public, several

citizens have been frequenting this five-star hotel. In fact, many citizens have invested money and the

stocks for this hotel have drastically risen. One can only imagine how much profit the Oh family has made

from this hotel. As the CEO of Golden Flame, Oh Chin Ho promises that he will further expand Golden

Flame to other locations in South Korea and the world. We can only hope that this hotel will flourish from

here on outwards. This has been Seo Joo Hyun, reporting for the South Korean Times.

* * * *

Why were you in the mountains that day? His beady eyes drilled into his sons head. Oh Chin

Ho, a man who stood at 511 had returned from America. Upon his arrival at the Incheon Airport, the

chauffeur had driven the CEO of the booming hotel to the citys main hospital.

Does it matter, Abeoji? Sehun dryly laughed.

You have disappointed me, Oh Sehun, his father replied, I have raised you better than this. You

are lucky that Dr. Park is a trustable doctor. He will ensure confidentiality.

Im eighteen, Sehunresponded with darkness written all over his face, I believe there is such

thing as patient confidentiality.

Then you must accept that you are one of the few exceptions.

Is that why you flew in early? After hearing whats in my body? Sehun accused, ignoring his

fathers previous statement.

You shouldnt have been saved that day, his father managed to say after musing over his sons

facial expressions. I can adopt a child and theyll still be better behaved than you are. Then Mr. Oh Chin

Ho wordlessly left the room.

F.uck you; f.uck you all.

* * * *

October 2013

Jong In decides to run after Sehun first. He figures he can persuade Hana as the last resort. After

all, Hana appears to have a soft spot for him. But Jong In cannot simply take advantage of Hanas

feelings for him. That would be the second option. Sehun is the first.


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Its been a while since Jong Ins run this quickly in order to catch up with Sehun. After paying for

the dinners bill, Jong In practically sprints after his male friend. Sehuns ahead by a long way, but Jong In

manages to materialize next to him.

Hey man, Jong In pants, slow down. Im exhausted. Though Sehun does not respond, he

obliges to Jong Ins request. They retreat to the Han River, looking at the dazzling city lights that are

reflected by the massive body of water. Silence engulfs the two friends before Jong In finally says

something.

What happened back there? Wait no, dont answer that. What happened when I was gone?

Why dont you ask Hana instead? Im certain shell answer you right away, Sehun replies,

acknowledging the fact that Hana did indeed have a soft spot for Jong In. You know what? I dont care

anymore. He turns to Jong In. Wu Yi Fan asked Hana out on a date.

Jong In purses his lips, so?

Dont you understand, Jong In? Sehun shakes his head, Allow me to repeat that Wu Yi Fan

and Hana. Alone. On a date.

Jong In remains indifferent about this. And this pertains to the dispute how so?

Sehun eyes Jong In before finally releasing a sigh. I dont know anymore, Jong In. Sehun puts

his arms over the railing, as he rests his chin on the rustin g metal. I just want this to blow off. Im sure it

will, sooner or later. I just cant invest anymore time in her. I need to worry about the upcoming gala and

with Hana here, I just dont know.

What do you want me to do? Jong In begins to s ee where Sehun is going with this conversation.

So it has ended up this way. I will help you, Sehun. You helped me, and I will help you.

Convince Hana to take a week off to visit the city where she used to live. In fact, why dont you go

with her? Abeoji wouldnt mind youve been working diligently for the past few months. You too, deserve

a break, says Sehun, I dont know do whatever you can to just make her vanish in front of me for the

next week. I need time to collect my thoughts.

Thoughts about how to get on Kim Sunggyus good side? Jong In wonders.

Yeah, sure, something like that. Sehun nods. But clearly, the both of them know that its much

more than just getting on Kim Sunggyus good side.

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Chapter 08

November 2008

It was the night before Jong In was due to move out. He had already packed his belongings in

cardboard boxes and moving out was the only thing left to do on the list. We still made no effort to initiate

a conversation, only exchanging discreet glances. But I finally had enough with this childish act it was

his last night here, and I couldnt let it pass away in silence.

Meet me at the rooftop, Jong In, I said earlier in the day. He made no comment, but I was

absolutely certain he had caught my words. Because here we were, sitting on the infamous wooden

bench which was known to have splinters almost everywhere. But Jong In and Iwe were daring like

that.

We sat beside each other, each with a can of beer in our hand. The atmosphere was silent at first,

but as the night drew on, we grew tipsier. Laughter pealed through the air as we shared our personal

stories. Pretty soon, Jong In and I were drunk to the point that we couldnt see clearly. However, it wasnt

to the point where we were dead out cold.

Jong In, I said after he finished telling his story when he ripped his pants in front of the entire

class, I have to tell you something. Jong In took another sip of his beer, allowing for me to continue.

Im sorry for saying the things I did last week. I was just really I couldnt finish my sentence

afterwards. Something warm and soft was against my lips, precluding me from speaking any further. It

took me a moment of realization to figure what was occurring. Unknowingly, I closed my eyes, soaking in

the moment.

The warmth disappeared a second later. Jong In spoke softly, My goodbye gift from you. Ill

promise to cherish it. And then he descended down the stairs.

* * * *

I had an extremely terrible headache the next day ugh, stupid hangovers. I made myself a cup

of coffee and a slice of toast before settling down on my couch. Although my blood was very much

poisoned from alcohol, I could still clearly remember what had happened. Recalling last nights event, my

heart began thudding quickly.

The ringing of my apartments doorbell pulled me out of my thoughts.

I got up from the couch, still with the cup of coffee in tow and unlocked the door, not even

bothering to check who was at the door. Nobody this early in the morning would ring my doorbell aside

from one certain person. To confirm my suspicions, it was Jong In who stood at my door.


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I just wanted to say bye to you, Jong In said. He was dressed up in a sweatshirt and faded out

jeans. Ill call you, Hana. I promise you. Just dont do anything funny now that I dont live across from you

anymore. I set aside my coffee mug on the bookshelf before pulling Jong In to a hug.

This was the first time I ever openly showed affection for Jong In.

Dont move, I whispered softly as we were still wrapped in a tight embrace, move in with me.

* * * *

December 2008

I hate owing people debts, Mr. Oh Chin Ho said to his secretary, Especially owing debts to

strangers. Its an ugly feeling having to owe someone something. I want to get rid of it tell me how.

President, answered his secretary, you dont owe them anything. Weve already sealed thehospitals mouth they cant possibly leak any information on Young Master. Plus, Golden Flame has

donated $100K to the hospital to fund its rehab center and the cancer testing labs.

I wasnt talking about the hospital, Mr. Oh shook his head, I was speaking about the person that

saved Sehun. I want you to give me a background on her and the man who accompanied her to the

mountain. I want the facts by tomorrow.

As you wish, President, his secretary nodded his head before leaving the office.

* * * *

Yoon Suk, I believe you have the information ready? Mr. Oh asked upon his secretarys arrival in

his office.

Yes, President, Yoon Suk handed Mr. Oh a manila folder, if you would like, I can report to you

verbally.

I would prefer that would be the case these aging eyes wont do any good if I continuously scan

documents every single second. Mr. Oh nodded for his secretary to begin.

Hana Eliza Park is the person who saved Young Master. Shes turning twenty this year, making

her the same age as Young Master. She was enrolled in Seoul University, however dropped out after the

first semester due to the lack of money. She couldnt afford any more education, thus, she was forced to

drop out. She was majoring in Business, but it appears that she is currently working at a local

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Hana is originally from Gangseo-gu District with a middle-classed family. However, she moved

out of her house after graduating from high school. The reason for that remains a mystery, but I will

certainly look into it more. She has two parents, however her father died when she was young.

Additionally, she has a younger brother who currently resides in the United States for education

purposes. As of now, she is living in a humble apartment near Yongsan-gu District. Yoon Suk cleared his

throat. I will continue to delve into Hana Parks history, President.

No, this information should suffice. Now for Kim Jong In?

You already know his name, President, Yoon Suk was clearly surprised, May I ask you how?

I may or may not have researched the boy by myself already, Mr. Oh admitted, but please

continue with speaking.

Somewhat wary, Yoon Suk began to talk again. Kim Jong In, as you know already, is the man

who accompanied Hana Eliza Park to the mountains. He is a year older than both her and Young Master.

He was enrolled in an art and music performing academy, however, dropped out due to personal

reasons. Apparently something happened with his knee, leaving him incapable to dance vigorously now.

He was aspiring to be a kpop star, but couldnt make it due to his career-ending injury.

As for his family, they remain a mystery. All I managed to uncover was that his parents were both

divorced. He had an older sister, but that was all I managed to find. He is currently searching for a job, but

so far, due to his resume, all the companies he applied for have rejected him. He is living with Hana Park

in their Yongsan-gu apartment.

I want you to find Kim Jong In. Give him a job offering at Golden Flame. If he doesnt seem to

believe you, then personally call me. I will come and find him myself.

As you wish, President.

As for Hana Eliza ParkI will think of something and let you know later.

* * * *

November 2013

Shouldnt you be working, Jong In? I ask as we make our way to the parking lot.

Nah, President Oh decided to let me have a break, Jong In slings his arm around my shoulder,

lets go! Were going to have a fun-packed weekend! I shake my head, suppressing a laugh. Jong In is

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Earlier this morning, when I had woken up in preparation for work, Jong In had forced me to

change to casual-wear. He claimed that he had called in sick for me, when I really wasnt. Of course,

upon hearing this, I was absolutely furious. What gave Jong In the right to control my life? However, my

anger soon subsided when I realized Jong In had also called in sick. Jong In said that he wanted some

alone time with me. Of course, I couldnt stay angry at him for much longer. I always had a soft-spot for

him. Jong In ordered I pack my belongings for a three-day weekend vacation.

Just us two, for the sake of the old times. Half of me hoped something was going to happen, but

another half of me knew that I was just kidding myself. Of course, I had secretly hoped Jong In had a

valid reason for pulling the both of us out of work.

So where are we going? I inquire when we arrive in front of Jong Ins Audi.

Somewhere special. Dont worry too much about it, Hana, Jong In smiles before taking my

luggage and placing it next to his. Just alone time for us two. Its been a while since its been us just two,

dont you think?

I gulp. Yeaha really long time.

* * * *

We arrive at our destination before sunset. The surrounding buildings are very familiar, but I

couldnt place my finger on where we are. When we drive up to the nearby hotel, I begin to piece

everything together. My hometownGangseo-gu.

What are we doing here? I softly whisper my nightmare is finally coming true. No, Jong In, we

have to leave. I cant

I thought it would be nice to visit your hometown, dont you think? Hana, this is great! You c an

give me a thorough tour on where everything is!

No, Jong In, lets leave. Ill drive back, if youre tired. I cant do this. I begin to panic. My hands

begin to shake. The bottom of my lip quivers in fear. Lets just leave. Im not readyto face this. Jong In

frowns at me worriedly. He places both of his palms on my cheeks, relieving me of my stress almost

instantly.

Hana, whats wrong? Hearing this, I begin to break into tears.

Chapter 09

Metaphorically speaking, my family was a broken glass cup. As hard as I try to pick up the

fragments strewn across the floor and piece the fragments together, its impossible. Theres always


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something missing. And at the end of the day, Im the one sobbing over my bloody fingers, shards etched

into my fingertips. At the end, I always got hurt.

When I grew up, I knew what was missinglove. My parents never loved each other. In order to

survive, both of their parents had formulated a marriage contract, so to speak. Both families originated

from the poorer parts of the city, and they barely survived under the marriage contract. But my mom was

seeing someone else at that time. When my grandparents found out, you can only imagine how furious

they were. They forbid my mom to see her lover.

With this separation, my mom began to hate her family and my dads family. Needless to say, she

was driven by hatred to seek revenge. By the time I was two, she had threatened me with foul words and

a slap here and there. Everything I asked for, she would refuse.

At one point, I wondered why my dad never said anything. In fact, I rarely saw him. The times I did

see him, he was up at the crack of dawn or gone before the sun had set. I had hunches that he and my

mom never got along. But I never said anything about it.

Until the day my mom found out he had another family. That day was my sixth birthday. It was one

of those days where my mom was actually happy and offered me desirable gifts. She made empty

promises, which I soon found out to be impossible to grant. She agreed that she would give me a dog, a

new doll house, and everything else a six-year old can possibly wish for.

But that night, as we drank seaweed soup without my dad, my mom got a phone call. She had left

the kitchen to answer it, only to come back with a dark face. Just like many other six-year olds, I was

curious. So I dared to ask her. But she was silent. So I continued to pester her. I didnt realize that my

mom was a ticking bomb, waiting to be ignited.

With my last question, Wheres Daddy? she exploded.

In turn, she threatened me with a knife pressed against my cheek. Say another word, and you will

be sliced. The cold steel blade rested against my skin, sending shivers through my body. For some

reason, I felt that my mom wasnt bluffing. She was talking about reality.

The next day, my dad came home with his new family. My mom refused to acknowledge it,

shooing them away when they materialized at our front porch. But they continuously showed up at our

porch until my mom finally accepted it. From that day onwards, I had a step-brother named Shin Tae. He

was younger than me by a year, but I envied him. His family was perfect, unlike mine.

Every night, if I didnt oblige my mom, I was threatened with that same knife, again and again. On

her bad days, she would beat me until I had bruises blooming across my arms and legs. When I wasnt

lucky, she would starve me for days. The time I turned eleven, I had weighed only sixty pounds severely

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ramen and ddeokbokki. I then order stir-fry squid with a bottle of Soju to accompany it. Alcohol on a night

like this isnt too bad.

Jong In still hasnt returned when the dishes are set down on the table. I was d ebating whether or

not I should go out and find him, but by the time I made my decision, Jong In had stepped inside the

restaurant. A familiar face trailed behind him.

A face I stored away for a long time. The word unknowingly slips through my lips.

Umma.

Chapter 10

November 2008

One dreary morning in November, I got a call from my dad. It had been ages since I last heard

from him, so I was rather shocked how he managed to locate me. Then again, I held onto the hope thatmy dad would want to reconcile with me, so I kept my same number throughout these four years.

Our conversation was rather civil, but to cut the story short, my step-brother was graduating from

high school. And best part yet, my dad wanted me to attend. I knew my step-mom despised my mom, but

I wasnt too sure how she felt about me. I was hesitant on goingI felt like I was ruining the celebration.

But somehow, my dad managed to convince me to going.

I dont know what to wear, I said as I rifled through my clothes. Jong In was sprawled on my

bed, watching me fret over my outfit. Ever since Jong In moved in with me, it was much more convenient

and I didnt feel as lonely. Needless to say, Jong In filled that empty hole my mom had created.

Just wear a causal dress or somethingits not like youre getting married, Jong In commented,by the way, you never told me you had a younger brother.

Step-brother, I automatically corrected. I held up a denim dress. What about this one?

Too kiddish, Jong In waved his hand in the air, come to think of it, you dont really talk about

your family, do you?

I prefer not to, I mumbled before hoisting up a navy blue skirt, what about this?

Do you have a plain white shirt? Jong In asked I shook my head in response. Choose

something else. Its a little short too. I threw the skirt onto the accumulating pile of clothes.Another

failure, I thought to myself. Why are you so keen on impressing your family, anyway?

Lets just say Im not close with myfather, his wife and their son. I dug into a messy mountain of

wrinkled t-shirts, hoping to find something suitable to wear. Still, nothing.

If you werent close with them, you wouldnt be invited, Jong In pointed out.

I rummaged through the pile of clothes scattered on the floor. Then maybe they were in a good

mood, I shrugged, I think Im just going to stick with this. I held up a lavender purple dress with a denim

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Didnt have enough money, I shrugged like it was no big deal, Nobody supported me, so I had

to support myself. But there just wasnt enough timeto meet up with the deadlines for the tuition. The

harsh words tumbled out of my mouth before I could even catch them. I honestly didnt mean to put my

dad in such a hard position, but it was the truth. And the truth hurt. My father opened his mouth to speak,

but closed it upon Shin Taes arrival.

Noona, Shin Tae formally addressed. Though Shin Tae and I never talked that much, he stillrespected me like any older sibling. In other words, Shin Tae was a polite man.

Shin Tae, congratulations,I beamed, we should get you to school before the ceremony starts,

hm?

Thanks noona, Shin Tae nodded.

* * * *

Yun Ha, one of the parents greeted my step-mom, we should sit together, shouldnt we?

Without another moment of hesitation, she slipped into the seat beside my step-mom.

I hope you dont mind, Kelly, my step-mom smiled, we should leave our husbands to talk about

the stock market, because thats all they do. Upon hearing this, both males blushed.

Oh? And whos this? Kellys eyes widened in curiosity. At first I didnt realize that she was

speaking about me, but then my step-mom introduced me first.

This is Shin Hos daughter, she replied with a certain politeness, my step-daughter. It was only

then when she said those three words that Kelly finally understood who I was.

Hi, Im Hana, I pretended not to see the discreet exchange of glances between Kelly and my

step-mom.

Nice to meet you, Kelly raised an eyebrow, I heard a lot about you. You attend SeoulUniversity, correct? There was an underlying emotion when she spoke, but I couldnt place my finger on

what.

I began to speak, but my step-mom beat it to me again. She attended. She couldnt afford the

tuitions, so she dropped out.

Ahh Kelly simply nodded before moving on to talk about the newest line of Chanel bags. I

faded into the background, just like that. I began to realize that my step-mom disliked me as much as she

loathed my mother. It was embarrassing, to say the least. What was worse, my dad didnt even bother to

add in some compliments. He was too immersed with talking with Kellys husband about the stock market.

Why do you even try to piece together a broken famil y? Youll just get hurt in the end.

* * * *

When it came time for family pictures, it was obvious my step-mom did not want me to be in any

photos. Simply put, I was their photographeronly for free. I now knew why my dad had invited me to

come to Shin Taes graduation. Come to think of it, it was probably all my step -moms doings. She

wanted me to see that I clearly did not belong to my dads family and that I should cut all ties with him. My

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As we returned to the parking lot, I dug into my bag for Shin Taes present. Here, Shin Tae, I

handed my step-brother an envelopeI had purchased a gift card to one of the shops in the mall. It was

the only gift I could come up with, seeing as how I barely knew Shin Tae. Congratulations. Before my

step-sibling could even accept, his mom snatched it from me.

Hana, its not necessary for you to gift your younger brother such things. You can barely afford to

pay rent, I can imagine. The fact that youre here with us is what matters. Sarcasm was literally drippingfrom every word my step-mom spoke.

Umma Shin Tae started.

Shin Tae, dont even, she stopped him from saying any further, I can assume you can get

home by yourself? I dont want to waste gasoline by dropping you off who -knows-where. Every word she

said stung me, and what made matters worse, my dad didnt even defend me.

y-yeah. I can get home by myself.

Good, she nodded in approval, oh, and dont bother contacting us anymore. Were moving to

the United States next week, so I highly doubt you can afford international calls.

America? I didnt even bother hiding my astonishment.

Of course, she said arrogantly, Shin Tae got accepted to one of the universities there. Your

father and I feel that we must stay near our son in order to maintain our close family bonds. I bit my inner

cheek in frustration. My step-mom was putting a faade earlier that daybaking cookies my a.ss. She

was now insulting me, testing my strengths.

No, I was not going to put on the show she wanted to see. I am no t going to cry.

I swallowed the forming lump in my throat. Congratulations again, Shin Tae. And then I left, not

hearing from my dad or his family ever again. Until

* * * *

November 2013

Five years ago, I made the promise to you that I will help you piece the broken fragments, Jong

In explains. Its been five years now Im helping you now, Hana.

No, I repeat, no and no! My nightmare is finally coming true. The day I had to meet my mom

again is in front of Jong In. This is not how imagined things to turn out. To put it simply, I was tricked into

seeing my nightmare. Bile rose to my throat. Jong In betrayed me

Hana, my mom spoke since her arrival.

No! Dont even! I choke out the words before storming out of the restaurant. I dont want to see

you ever again!

* * * *

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No, Mrs. Park shakes her head, she has a valid reason. Its my fault, Jong In. You cant blame

my daughter.

What do you mean? Jong In cocks his eyebrow.

Hana never told you, or else you would have never contacted me in the first place. Mrs. Park

sighs. Its time someone tells you, so this wont happen again.

* * * *

Upon reaching the hotel room, I strip off all my clothes on the bathroom floor before turning on the

heated water. I step inside, feeling the water hit my naked skin.

Images flash through my brain as I recall our encounter. My heart is pounding as I recall the past

from five years ago. How my mom tortured me, screams filling the air

Numbness. Lets be numb. And lets get wasted.

* * * *

The pounding music reaches my ears even before I step into the club. Compared to others, I am

dressed inappropriately for this environment. Wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a V-neck, I was not

aiming to attract men. I wanted to get wasted, and that was that.

Vodka please, I manage to direct my order to the bartender. In most situations, I can handle my

alcohol quite well. Its up to me when I want to get boozed up. Today was no different. I wanted to feel

numbness, so numbness it is. By the third cup, I was getting tipsy. The bitterness of the alcohol settled on

my tongue, refusing to leave.

Cocktail please, a male voice reached my ears. From where I sat, I could smell cigarette smoke

mixed with Calvin Klein cologne. It wasnt a pleasant smell nor did it stink. It was justneutral. Oh, the

wonders alcohol did to me.

Through my hazy vision, I could see that the male had a sculpted face. His jawline was defined,

but it was very attractive. Mmmmm, I slurred, trying to touch the males jaw. His face was blurry for the

most part, but it seemed that he was staring back at me.

Wait a minute His voice seemed so distant, but yet familiar at the same time.

DoIknowchu? I slurred. That was the last I saw of the face before blackness enveloped

me next.

Chapter 11

November 2008

As if he was waiting for me all night, Jong In was sprawled on the molding couch with a blanket

draped over his body. At least he knew how to take care of himself, I noted. Upon shutting the door, Jong

In sprang up from his sleeping position. He appeared to have had a restless sleep, waiting for me. Guilt

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He pulled me into his armsmy face rubbed against his surprisingly firm chest. Youre not the

only one with a broken family. I, too, have a messed up family. I, too, tried picking up the broken shards

only to be injured afterwards. Youre not alone, Hana Park. So stop acting strong, because you cant be

any stronger than you already are. Tears dont signify weakness. It signifies strength, because youve

kept those tears in for so long.

Hearing this, I finally succumbed. I broke down in front of Jong In, sobbing into his chest like

many girls would after breaking up. But I was different. I was crying for a different reason. I was crying

because I was strong, as Jong In put it.

The rest of the night, Jong In held me tight, never letting me go once. When everybody else

abandoned me, he was the one who stuck by my side, guiding me through my obstacles. He was the

shoulder I could cry to.

Maybe that was when I began falling in love with Jong In.

* * * *

December 2008

Hana! Hana! Hana! Jong In was practically prancing when he picked me up from the

supermarket. He was waving a sheet of paper around, as if it was a flag from Jong -In-Land. No, but

seriously. He was happy. Like bouncing off the walls happy.

Ill see you around, Woohyun. I bade my co -worker farewell as I headed towards Jong In. What

happened? You look super happy, like a little kid whos sugar-high. Hearing this, Jong In stopped

jumping like a bunny.

I have a valid reason! Again, he waved around the sheet of paper. Reaching towards the moving

arm, I firmly held onto it before tip-toeing to reach Jong Ins height. I then grabbed the paper.

To Mr. Kim Jong In, we would like to congratulate you for being accepted to the second round of

interviews. Your first interview through the telephone was outstanding, therefore you will be moved up to

the second round. The details for the next interview will be attached on another sheet of paper. If you

would like to contact us, please do so at our home page, Golden Flame.com, I read out loud. Then the

words sunk into my brain. Golden Flame!?!

The one and only, Jong In proudly stated. Dont you think its a coincidence, though? You

know, how you saved Golden Flames CEOs son? And here I am, about to get hired by them!


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Yeah, a coincidence, I repeated, in a daze. Eh, dont feel so confident. You only made it to the

second round. Theres one more round, if Im not mistaken. Who knows what youll encounter in the next

two rounds? I joked, though I was telling the truth.

Are you not supporting me? Jong In frowned. Im disappointed.

I meanyou got this, JongIn! I pumped a fist, just for the fun of it.

Thats the spirit!

* * * *

November 2013

Even after hearing Mrs. Parks side of the story, Jong In remains his cool. Mrs. Park, I hope youll

be able to go home yourself. Finding Hana is my main priority right now, he says.

Of course, please be safe.

Jong In formally bows for another time before heading to the hotel room.

* * * *

Jong In enters the rented room, only to spot clothes strewn everywhere. It appears as if ahurricane or natural disaster of some sort swept through the room. The room was flipped upside down,

literally. And as if Jong In expected it, Hana is nowhere to be found.

Jong In tries ringing Hana up, only to realize she had left her phone on the bathroom sink.

Examining the room, Jong In tries searching for a note of some sort. After ten minutes of observing the

room, nothing turns up. Nothing.

Hana is a practical person. She wont act irrationally, he convinces himself to remain calm.

Padding in a familiar set of numbers into his iPhone, Jong In puts it to his ear. After the first ring, the other

person picks up, as if expecting the call all night long.

Sehun, has Hana tried contacting you yet? Holding onto the hope that maybe Hana had dialed

up their mutual friend, Jong In anxiously bites his lips.

Hana? No, we hav

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