About You: Love & Sacrifice

Love Comes Because of the Unaccustomed

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On the third day of their trip in Busan, Jihoon drove calmly to the second observation site, which was located a short distance from the city center, adjacent to Haeundae Beach. In the first year of their marriage, Jihoon often took Younha to walk along the beach sand in the afternoon. While watching the twilight slowly fade away, the grasp of their hands grew tighter given their journey of love that could be said to be reckless.

Love that grows from mistakes.

While recalling the time, the light muscles beside Jihoon's lips lifted up a thin smile. The man glanced at Younha to make sure the ex-wife did not catch her smile. Younha only focused on typing some observational material that he had recorded in the book.

"Am I the only one who's uncomfortable here?" Jihoon opened the conversation with a slight joke.

"Why do you feel uncomfortable?" Younha said without switching from her phone.

"You're serious, talk to me." Jihoon. "Which employee made his boss a private driver."

Younha chuckled discordantly. "I don't want to bother you."

"The way you're silent bothers me."

Younha's forehead shriveled suddenly as Jihoon turned his wheel back and parked in front of a familiar coffee shop. The car engine was turned off, Jihoon took off his seatbelt before turning to Younha.

"I need Americano." Jihoon said serialized. "Let's get some more spirit, and take a little break."

Entering the store, Jihoon held back the entrance and let Younha's small body pass through the queue, whispering to a cafe waiter to book a table by the window.

"Well, why is coffee so many variants now?" Chirps Younha while selecting the board menu. "You sure you want an Americano? I think you're anti with bitter drinks."

"I don't need anything sweet because of you."

Younha rotates his eyes, Jihoon's speech is always random but deadly. Helping a long breath when their turn was questioned by the waitress, Younha looked confused because he very rarely drank coffee let alone buy directly at a tavern like this. Jihoon who had been looking at Younha's confused face began to realize that the woman had trouble choosing a menu.

"What if Cappucino?" Tawar Jihoon's. "It's not too bitter."

"All right, Cappucino."

Jihoon smiled widely, explaining their order to the waitress. "One cold Americano and a cold Cappucino."

While waiting for their order, several men in suits entered the office to queue for orders and one of them accidentally nudged Younha on the shoulder. Jihoon who saw it immediately grabbed Younha's shoulder to protect, his small body slightly shifted by Jihoon's burly hands cupping his body.

"People today are hard-pressed to apologize." Gerrutu Jihoon then received coffee from the waitress who said happy to enjoy.

Younha's hand clasped tightly onto Jihoon towards a table that the man had ordered earlier. They sit facing each other, really enjoying coffee in the sweltering city of Busan.

"Want to try my coffee?" Jihoon asked with a smile. "People often judge and say that Americano is bitter but I don't think it's that bitter. I guess they just can't enjoy it."

"Everybody has their own opinion."

"Then I want to hear your opinion." Jihoon thrust his coffee in front of Younha's mouth.

Younha resigned, tasted a little coffee with a wrinkled expression even though he finally said that it was delicious. Jihoon smiled wider, looking like a grin. The expensive smile that the man rarely showed and the friendly attitude that Younha rarely saw while in the office. Jihoon was truly happy these three days, the observation that should have been a burden instead made the man feel relaxed. A big smile until his narrow eyes narrowed so happy. Younha looked at Jihoon's friendly attitude at the moment becoming a little scared. Afraid of falling back on him and not being able to get up— like before.

"Today we went back to the hotel. The second client's restaurant is closing due to an air-conditioning renovation." Jihoon explained as Younha kept stirring her drink. "Tomorrow we'll stop by Dad's apartment, he misses you."

"Mas, I think we're going through this just for a business trip." Younha is confused. "I mean, I feel like I don't have the face to see your father back. Actually, I'm embarrassed."

"Why should you be ashamed of someone who thinks of you as a child. I was alone at home because my stepmother was in Japan. We also rarely invite children to visit, so when I know I'm going to Busan with you, I ask us to come." Jihoon explained the length.

Younha's chin was raised to stare at Jihoon's bead with a bitter look then smiled faintly.

"You don't understand how I feel."

"Is that important now?" Younha screeched, taking a deep breath. "Two years ago—when I asked us to part ways I thought you'd ask me why and how I felt. But in fact until the day of the divorce came, without a word you saw me hiding the mess of your "good" answer. It's like that answer you've been preparing for a long time."

Jihoon fell silent, recalling the events of two years ago that led him to part with the woman he had met for the first time in the United Kingdom.

"If you ask now isn't it stale?" Younha adjusted her breathing which began to feel tight with the tears she held. "When you want to ask me about how I feel, maybe I want to tell you what it's like to be someone who pretends not to know."

"Younha—"

"I don't hate you. I also don't blame you because of you as well I have Yeonjun and Seojun. They need your existence in growing and you have fulfilled it." Younha cut off Jihoon's choking speech. "You are not wrong for chasing someone you love, the same when we were united in love even though the wrong way. Your love for Hyejin is sincere and I know that even if it's your less pleasant way. So, please don't make me remember that pain alone again."

With a slow job, Jihoon digested all of Younha's curses that seemed to pierce his heart. Jihoon cursed himself which had made a woman as strong as Younha feel this way. Younha separated from Jinan because of it and now she also let go of the woman.

"Oh, Mr. Hyunwoo called." Younha breaks up the daydream of Jihoon who just stared blankly at the coffee cup in front of him. The woman said she accepted the phone after apologizing for her non-essential conversation.

His feelings were indeed unimportant to Jihoon, so it all felt futile.

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Jihoon continued squeezing the steering wheel during the return trip to the hotel. Younha was unaware of that due to her own coolness on her phone. Do not know that Jihoon is still thinking with the phrase Younha in the coffee shop that seemed to be able to make his head explode.

Why wasn't Younha so blunt with her feelings at the time? Why was he just silent with a bitter smile that even Jihoon was insensitive to?

For some reason Jihoon's jaw was hardened, his anger peaking at the crown.

Until he reached the elevator to the hotel room, Younha only realized Jihoon's expression while in the elevator.

"Why you?" Younha frowned as she turned her head and found Jihoon looking pale. "You sick?"

Younha tried to grab Jihoon's hand but was soon pushed aside. Jihoon stepped hastily and it made Younha even more clueless then swiped the Card Acces at the portal of the door impatiently until they entered and Younha was getting stung even more as her small body drifted behind the door with a slam a lip that hit him quickly until the sound of the door that has not been fully closed it raises a louder sound.

Younha's narrow waist in a possessive embrace, slightly raised to equalize the man's height to make suction easier. Each of the work coats draped in their hands slumped to the floor. Jihoon did not give Younha the slightest chance to fight back even though his twig hand was trying to resist Jihoon's brutal movements.

The link of their lips halted for a moment as they felt their breath begin to run out, Jihoon's burly hands clenched onto Younha's soft face. Rubbing her cheeks and lower lips sensually. Jihoon stared at Younha's bead which was adjusting his breathing deeply.

"You should have told me." Whisper Jihoon desperately in front of Younha's lips. "Tell me everything I don't know. That way I won't feel this way."

"Why do you feel guilty?" Younha whispers back. Start crazy—with the influence of Jihoon's passion. "Love comes because it's used to it. You don't love her wrongly because you're not used to my feelings. Nothing makes you aware of your heartbeat for me. You're not used to me, so we're separated. You're not wrong Jihoon."

Both hands of Younha's twigs crept onto Jihoon's shoulders, their gazes locked amidst a dark that was hard to decipher. Their lips meet again. Now more passionate, Younha also returns Jihoon's messy kiss. Their eyes were closed, with their legs clashing against each other towards the bed until Younha was dropped slowly on the cold bed surface.

Jihoon again gave Younha a pause to breathe before throwing one more question.

"What about you?"

Younha smiled bitterly. "I'm not chasing. Just defend before finally letting go. Letting you choose the woman you love more, leads you to true happiness."

Jihoon's thumb stretched out to rub Younha's wet lips to the right and left and then pressed her on a more, more, deeper and passionate fondle. His hand went from thighs creeping to waist—hugged him, rubbed, even squeezed him a few times as if hinting at a deep longing. While Younha's fingers moved to open the two buttons of the shirt that Jihoon was wearing and unexpectedly the sound of the phone ringing interrupted their atmosphere.

Younha opened her eyes, as if the consciousness had just been restored by angel—ia pushing Jihoon's chest away and hurriedly got up. How surprised Younha when he saw the state of Jihoon who had been randomized because of his actions.

Younha cursed to himself. They were silent for a few seconds before Younha finally ran towards the bathroom, locked the door and broke into tears. Her chest was completely claustrophobic for what reason.

The tap water was lit up fiercely to cover his cries of frustration.

I just told you not to confuse me. But what you did just made me even more confused that I can't handle.....

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