About You: Love & Sacrifice

The Next Day's

Younha daydreaming. Nothing went through his head, only two static moving hands inserted the painting into the plastic—it looked like a system-controlled machine. Mirae turned her head for a moment, confused to start a conversation because Younha would definitely be silent or disconnect the conversation when it was in the middle. When there is no hospital schedule, he will stop by to play with children occasionally help compose a ready-to-sell painting made by Younha after pasting the sticker outside the package, then put it in the box.

It has been five months and Younha has not intended to return to office in the near future. He was still traumatized, under such intense inner pressure let alone from two people at once.

Now his income is only from orders for cookies on social media. Despite the ups and downs, Younha remains grateful that she can still buy her children the food they want.

"Mama."

Hearing a soft call, Younha turned her eyes to Yeonjun who was just standing near the bar counter while hiding something behind her small back.

"What's up, baby?" He crouched down, equalizing his height with the son. "Did you want to paint too?"

Yeonjun shook his head, then put his little index finger in front of his lips.

"Please promise not to tell Woojin?" Pingpong Yeonjun begged. "Sister is wrong, Mama. Brother doesn't take good care of sister, huhuhu."

Younha frowned as she swept the strands of her son's bangs. "What did you do, hm?"

Then Yeonjun's two hands thrust towards Younha, making the woman glare in horror as well as the reaction Mirae gave. Who would not be surprised if Yeonjun holds a blueprint for Woojin—'s mall project that has been wet and torn.

"Sister forgot to keep sister while playing to spill milk. But the paper was torn when I tried to wipe it with a tissue." Yeonjun put on a frightened face, almost crying. "So I'm sorry, Mama, don't tell Woojin?"

"Don't tell me what?"

Woojin's low but soft voice made Yeonjun stung in shock, the prince spontaneously hugged Younha and hid behind her neck. Woojin may be the most surprised when he sees the blueprint paper is no longer shaped on the floor. But instead of getting angry, Woojin knelt down to hold onto the shoulder of Yeonjun who was still holding Younha tightly.

"I'm sorry Yeonjun om Woojin, Yeonjun can't take care of sister." The bocil's voice muffled Younha's neck.

"So, can you explain first what happened, prince?" Woojin asks while persuading Yeonjun to look at her.

"O-Om Woojin want to hear Yeonjun?"

"Of course, the explanation does need to be heard—here." Woojin pulls up Yeonjun's tiny arms and is taken to his carrier. "Formerly, ask Mama Yeonjun did we each get one?"

Younha smiled. "Make a sun shape for Yeonjun, a crescent moon for sister, and an elephant for om Woojin."

Yeonjun received three plastic-wrapped cookies from Younha, excited.

"Why Woojin elephant? Because his nose is long?" Yeonjun touched Woojin's pointed nose while laughing. "Om Woojin looks more like Pinocchio, hahaha."

"Okey, okay, let's go to the living room and don't bother the busy mom." Woojin smiles, then takes Yeonjun with him.

"Sister Woojin, the painting is ready to be delivered." Younha pointed to the four boxes of cookies Mirae had packed.

"Oh, I'll drop you off." Woojin turns around again still with Yeonjun chewing the cookies. "Send me the address—Yeonjun want to come with Om?"

Younha immediately interrupted. "But me and the kids are planning on going to the launch of Bu Seji's boutique this afternoon."

Woojin's eyelashes move slowly in a blink. "I'll take you first."

"What's wrong, Brother." Younha took off her blue apron. "We're with Mirae too."

"Then be careful, yeah." Woojin smiled sweetly. "If there's anything call me."

"Isn't it better to call 911?" Younha asked jokingly.

"I'm moving faster than 911, just for you." Woojin's a little embarrassed.

Leaving a subtle ruckus as soon as Woojin goes into the living room.

...*****...

“Daisy Corp. is opening a new employee vacancy, not many, only five people and maybe I can keep one slot for you.” Woojin returns after putting Yeonjun and Seojun to sleep. The two boys fell asleep at last after being tired of playing. Younha was also done with her work as well as Mirae who immediately rushed away as soon as she got a call from the hospital.

Younha smiled faintly, as she cleaned the utensils after making the cookies. Although a bit hesitant to offer Younha work back at the office, but Woojin feels Younha now looks fresher than yesterday. She inched over what had happened and started a new life sheet, as Woojin had hoped for always stay— - seeing Younha's smile start again made her feel a little important.

Because Younha is important to her.

“If you're better?” Woojin asked, starting to sit at the dining table. “But I also do not force, anything that makes you comfortable in the future I will help.”

“Isn't that a good opportunity?” Younha's reply seemed to make Woojin a little surprised.

“Hm?”

“It doesn't feel good making my laptop too long idle.”

“Sure.” Woojin nodded. “Dan Daisy Corp. the number two best company, the good news the director is very good and humble. While working there I never got any pressure, I thought it was good for you too.”

“What is it? You're talking about yourself?” Younha said with a soft laugh, taking a seat across from Woojin's chair. Younha was slightly stunned when accidentally the two irises they met, for some reason she felt Woojin getting more handsome with each passing day.

“Then I will prepare the application file immediately.”

Woojin smiles happily, Younha is already more relaxed and enjoying her time and unwarranted to work office again. He had heard all the difficult things that Younha went through during work, it was very bad—Woojin would not be able to survive. However, Younha has now risen and is making a comeback. Woojin will always support him.

“HRMD head Daisy Corp. My close acquaintance, so I can already make sure you get one cubicle seat and ID Card without worry, Younha.”

Younha laughed a little. “Naknya insider path.”

“Of course.”

Although Younha eventually has to get back to her old job, Woojin will make sure that Younha doesn't feel as bad as she used to.

...*****...

“Not answered?”

Yeonjun's arm with lips curled down made Younha sigh, they were in the middle room with each one on Younha's thigh. After whining with Dad, Younha finally allowed her son to call Jihoon. He also could not to completely separate Yeonjun and Seojun from Jihoon. Yeonjun pressed the call icon again, but the voice of the operator took over again.

Younha's forehead frowned, not usually Jihoon difficult to contact like this. Is it possible because he had blocked his number until Jihoon ignored the unknown number?

“Maybe Dad is tired and now it's bobo.” Younha comforted the gloomy-looking Yeonjun while her sister just sat on the carpet eating biscuits.

“So don't want bobo?"

“Minionsnya not finished.” Yeonjun pointed at the television LED screen. “In the meantime yes, Mama?”

“Oghey.” Younha stroked the strands of Yeonjun's hair and accompanied them to a favorite watch while waiting for her two children to sleep.

The next day, even though it was dusk, Jihoon kept calling, texting and asking if Younha called him last night, but Younha ignored all that. After spending half a bag of intravenous fluids last night, Jihoon went to bed, taking care of work in Japan for a few days had made him almost drop. And today also he did not even open the phone because of several meetings.

He leaned against the seat of his car without doing anything, his eyes focused on the apartment building in front of him without any intention of descending. The man's heavy breathing occasionally burst into a huff. Jihoon was too hesitant to call back and said that he wanted to go home.

When Jihoon finally dared to want to dial the number of his ex-wife, they also walked out of the apartment door. Jihoon stared narrowly wide open, there he saw Younha with her two children joining in with a happy look and helped bring Jihoon to relief.

“Dad!”

Yeonjun immediately ran to hug the figure carrying the two large puppets, and Seojun who saw his brother running also followed with his small steps. Both got hugs on the right and left sides.

“It's been a long time, yeah. I missuuu with you guys.” Jihoon kissed his two sons' heads. “Sorry Dad just came, you guys are not angry ‘kan with Dad?”

“Of course not. Dad is busy, Mama.” said

“How are you guys?” Jihoon smiled. “Jeez, Seojun is already huge now.”

Yeonjun was very homesick. Not letting go of his grip from Dad's neck. The boy was very chatty, told anything about his sister and made Jihoon anxious.

While Younha cleared her throat so small that in front of the three. Jihoon immediately got up, then gave the two dolls to Seojun and Yeonjun who were more and more happy.

“Mas Jihoon?”

Jihoon whispers to Yeonjun to invite the younger brother to play with the doll in his car. Yeonjun complied, then took his sister away. The man who left his white shirt and his arm was busy until his elbow was faced with Younha who was dazed like a fool.

“How are you doing, Younha?” Jihoon's voice was so soft and he almost never heard it again since the meeting at the funeral last time.

“You still ask?” Younha smiled wryly. “How do you think I've been doing all this time?”

“I hope you're okay.”

“I'm even alive and dealing with people like you.”

Jihoon smiled, ignoring Younha who threw a slender Bombastic Side Eyes.

“You think something's funny?” Gerrutu Younha's. “Ah yes, it's funny that we have to meet again after I think a human like you has been destroyed from the face of the earth.”

“Where are you going? I can drop you off because I don't have a schedule for today's office." Jihoon answered the question without hinting at Younha.

“Nothing to do with you.” Younha.

“Oh, then I'll kidnap the kids. Look, they're already in my car.” Jihoon pointed at his own car, teasing Younha whose patience was only as thin as a tissue.

“Jihoon—"

The man turned to rush to the car because he knew that his ex-wife would have no choice but to go with him.

“Haish, this bastard.” Umpat Younha then followed Jihoon's steps.

...*****...

Jihoon patted the small shoulder of the sleeping Seojun hugging his shoulder, he swung the tiny body softly occasionally glancing at Yeonjun who was also sleeping on Jihoon's bed while hugging his Romy doll.

“Because the kids are back, tonight I allow them to stay. Tomorrow morning I'll come to pick you up. You don't need to drive.” Younha said as she packed her things on the small nightstand beside Jihoon's bed.

“You didn't stay too?” Tanya Jihoon was still standing swinging his youngest son. “What if they wake up in the middle of the night and fuss?”

Younha sniffed softly. “I left Seojun's milk here. You're a father, you need to be able to calm your own son." She tidied her hair and makeup in front of the mirror, like she wouldn't go straight home to rest.

“You still have events?”

“Ya, interview with a fairy tale author in Paju, Dohwa-dong.”

Jihoon put Seojun beside the older brother, blocking them with bolsters and large dolls on each side. Then it approached Younha and leaned against the door of the closet.

“What should be current?” Jihoon asked while frowning.

“We promised yesterday, besides good thing you can take care of the kids. I originally wanted to send them to Daycare.”

“Then I will deliver.”

“I take a taxi only.” Sahut Younha quickly, then rushed to grab his bag and came out. Leaving behind Jihoon who was worried for nothing.

...*****...

Woojin tapped on the steering wheel of the car but remained focused on bringing the BMW across the highway. Almost out of Seoul, but the glitter of lights from the building and the outskirts of the road is still very crowded and beautiful. The last ten minutes he used to smile himself, his mind carried to remember Younha's smile when playing with children, his dirty face because of the flour batter cookies, or his soft voice when speaking. Woojin is never absent to secretly observe all the things that exist in Younha.

Hah, even Woojin thumped just imagining it.

The man put earphones in the ears, waiting for the ringtone to be replaced with someone's voice.

“What's up?” Start the sound from across.

Woojin nibbled on his lower lip. Ah, but there's nothing he wants to talk about. It's all just mode.

“E-eh, hm. I talked to Mr. Kang earlier, he said if it could be once.”

Younha chuckled from across, she leaned her back against the passenger car seat. Woojin is in a hurry, but Younha does not expect the director to help him in this detail.

“Thanks, sis. Sorry for always troubling you.”

Woojin. “I feel happy to be bothered by you.”

Both of them smiled in their own places. Strange, they were never this ugly when speaking. Why would you suddenly just shut up after discussing one topic?

“Younha—"

“Aw—"

“Younha? Hey, what's up?”

Woojin's forehead wrinkled as the call suddenly disconnected after Younha's voice was overtaken as if the woman's phone had fallen. After that there was also a loud car tire squeak. Woojin tries to call back, but only the voice of the operator is heard. He marginalizes his car for a moment, contacting some of his men to track Younha's whereabouts.

...*****...

“I'm inching well, Jihoon. Thank you for caring and asking.”

Jihoon placed his phone next to the laptop that was now his focus. Every night he doesn't forget to ask Hyejin's news even if it's just him. Jihoon still considers Hyejin as his loved one, just like his promise. The work that piled up did not necessarily grab his attention, Jihoon instead continued to switch on his phone. He intended to contact Younha, feeling uneasy since just now as if something was about to happen. After hesitating for a few minutes, he grabbed the phone.

Loockscreen is open, a news website that he hasn't shut down has caught his attention. Monolid Jihoon instantly widened as soon as he read the top news that had just come out a moment ago. The news showed the tragedy of a taxi accident with a truck loaded with heavy goods colliding on Paju Dohwa-dong road, the driver and taxi passengers were rushed to the hospital.

“Dohwa-dong Engine, is it possible?” Mumbled Jihoon then rushed to call Younha's number. “Younha, please.”

Not answered. Soon Jihoon grabbed his coat in a hurry and drove there in the middle of the descending thunderstorm.

...*****...