About You: Love & Sacrifice

Sometimes Choices are Hard to Choose

"Sir Jihoon is indeed often tired lately, Bu Younha, he also several times got injections of infusions and vitamins due to being too weak." Jihoon's personal doctor informs Younha after coming out of the room.

"Thank you, Doc."

Younha bowed as the doctor said goodbye, after walking up to Younha's door immediately to the kitchen counter about to prepare a bowl of ice cubes to compress Jihoon. While her hands were working, the woman turned her attention to Yeonjun and Seojun who were sitting neatly on the sofa while linking their hands—raut the faces of her two children looked so worried.

"Mama, do we just take Dad to the hospital?" Ask Yeonjun.

Younha smiled soothingly. "Father only fever, just compress it. The doctor came here and gave me the medicine, I must have healed quickly. Brother and Seojun don't worry, yes, while Mama takes care of Daddy—you can be a good boy, right?"

"We're good kids, Mama." Yeonjun replied.

"Good." Younha approached her two sons and gave each one a kiss on the cheek. "Wait here, will you?"

Younha immediately returned to the room and was silent when he saw Jihoon was sitting while holding his head, again the man took off his own intravenous needle until the back of his hand was bleeding from being torn. Younha's small limbs approached the bed, sat on the side and caused movement—distracting Jihoon's attention.

Without further ado Younha took Jihoon's hand and wiped the still-flowing blood with a tissue. "Again minding yourself, don't pull out the infusion just because you're uncomfortable Jihoon."

The man grimaced as Younha pressed the back of his hand, then turned to the woman in front of him. Jihoon's smile stretched out thinly from those pale lips, scouring the pretty face in front of him as if making sure that this was real, not a mere dream.

"Just sleep, I'll compress your forehead." Younha ordered but Jihoon did not comply and instead pulled the tiny hand to hold.

"Can we talk now?"

"Then, who do you think I'm talking to now?" Younha grunting. "Don't wander and lay down your body immediately."

"I love you." Tandas Jihoon suddenly.

Younha closed her eyes for a moment, her long breath blowing to hold back the emotions.

"I have been alive but dead at the thought of you. I couldn't eat and sleep so remembered everything that happened between us and I almost gave up on it, but—" Jihoon clasped Younha's hand tighter and tighter, forcing the beautiful eyes of the woman to look at her. —I knew a day like this would come and explain everything."

Younha pulled her hand quickly then shook her head. "You don't love me, Mom. The love you mean is just a form of guilt for me. You feel that you love me for wanting to make amends for what you did. You're wrong to say it's love because it's all just regret, not love."

"Only I know how I fell in love." Jihoon's voice was getting louder. "Only I know how my heart beats when I think of the person I love and only I know—how this heart beats when I'm with you."

Jemari Jihoon rubbed next to Younha's cheek which now began to want to infiltrate her dark pupils. How the eye trembled withstanding the sense submerged in the heart, how the eye revealed in silence its true taste. Jihoon could see that, Younha's gaze was full of hidden things but Jihoon could still read it.

"I love you, Younha-ya."

"No, you love Hyejin. Don't lie to your own heart."

Jihoon's eyelids flickered withstanding the sight of Younha's reddened face as it also restrained her from crying. Her heart becomes sensitive every time she talks to Jihoon and all the nonsense about the love between them.

"You love Hyejin, Jihoon-na." Younha.

Younha's voice flowed into Jihoon's slightly averse eardrum, their irises connected as if they could divide the affections of each other's hearts. Younha dropped her first tear which was immediately pushed over Jihoon's thumb.

"Why are you crying?" Ask the man from a very close distance. "Your beautiful eyes tell me everything in your heart, so why do these lips lie? Though there is a sense of unwillingness that strangles you from within. I know everything."

Younha fell silent while poking at her lower lip.

"Just tell me what you want to say Younha-ya, tell me the truth. Your heart will accept that, it will be so much fun." Jihoon tried to lead where Younha's heart would be moved. "You can declare love now because I did the same thing."

Younha. "It's over, there's no more of us."

Jihoon pulled over the strands of Younha's hair and looked back at his monolid expectantly, waiting for his ex-wife's lips to open to say the words he had been dying from. But Younha instead cried and held his chest that felt tight and squeezed, he let out a long breath thinking maybe the strangulation would disappear by itself but it turned out Younha was wrong, the more he ignored his heart's desire the deeper the pain tormented him.

"I-I love you." Younha opened her mouth with her eyes moving furiously. "I love you, I love you, I love youI don't know, I just can't stop loving you."

Jihoon lifted Younha's chin. "I love you too, very."

Her lips landed first on the side of Younha's rannum that was immediately returned without waiting, her twig arms draped over Jihoon's neck while deepening the kiss they both longed for. Younha did not want to think about anything else just to focus on enjoying the moment with Jihoon in his arms and bring the fondling deeper and more intense.

Jihoon's hand rubbed Younha's narrow back, then laid her down onto the bed—no matter the ice bowl that fell onto the scattering floor. They just continue to channel the longing in the lips that are equally unwilling to budge.

...*****...

One might not know if Jihoon lost his authority during sleep, like an innocent baby. Younha looked in silence, slightly commenting on the thin smile as she played her index finger on Jihoon—'s nose from the base of the bone to the tip.

Jihoon had been asleep since thirty minutes ago. From the influence of drugs, fever and fatigue bring drowsiness.

"I don't know after this there's gonna be anything good or bad, Mom." Younha pulled Jihoon's blanket to the chest.

Recalling the children in the living room, Younha glanced at the wall clock before lowering her feet to the floor, seeing the heavy rain from the window. Slowly moving towards the room where the voices of the children could no longer be heard, Younha was in a daze thinking that maybe her two sons were playing in the room. But it turns out that the two leaks have fallen asleep on the sofa while hugging. Younha gave an anxious smile then moved the tiny bodies into the room one by one.

By late afternoon, Younha, who was intending to make asparagus soup, turned to the living room for a moment to pick up her phone. Seeing several notifications coming in and there was one message that made his forehead frown suddenly.

There was a message from Woojin in third place. There's no talk, just a location.

Gracious Cafe, twenty minutes from Sohyatt's apartment.

At first Younha thought it was just a prank message, but she kept changing clothes and preparing to leave. Younha has also called two trusted baby sisters to look after Yeonjun and Seojun if they wake up, as well as Jarim's aunt to cook soup and dinner menu.

Younha reached the entrance of the apartment and stopped a passing taxi and told her the location, Cafe Gracious. She doesn't understand why Woojin got there when Jihoon and the kids are home now.

"Two hours ago, you were so stupid, Younha." He berated himself when he realized the message Woojin sent was two hours ago.

However, Younha stayed inside and saw the luxurious cafe was a little tense visitors. Younha approached the service desk and asked if there was a man named Woojin? The maid nodded and escorted Younha to the VVIP room where Woojin was still there.

Younha's slender legs followed where he was directed through the stairs until he reached the third floor and then down the hallways decorated with small lights. They came to the door with the name bar VVIP 1, the maid opened the door and let Younha in.

"Sir Woojin?" Younha made a sound as she looked at the back of the man wearing the blue shirt standing on the balcony while sipping a glass of Wine.

Woojin turned his head, facing Younha without advancing a step.

"You here?"

"You're the one who shared loc first." Younha. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Woojin smiled obliquely, sipping his Wine once more before putting it on a small table not far from where he stood.

"You should ask yourself, Younha. Why come just because I share loc? Wh why? You're getting attention and worried about me?" Woojin screeched, dropping a gaze onto Younha's lips. "You were with Jihoon, right?"

"Kak—"

The man took a step forward to put his chin on Younha's shoulder without reaching out his hand to touch the body of the woman he cherished so much.

"It's not for no reason you came, is it?" Woojin Whisper. "Why, hm?"

Younha did not answer, nor did she try to get rid of the man's body—which brought him down because Woojin collapsed under the influence of alcohol.

...*****...