About You: Love & Sacrifice

Not Want to Lose

"Well, why are you cooking so much today?" Just ask Jinan who just came out of the room while justifying her tie.

Mirae turned around, slightly flapping her fingers after washing the vegetables. "Oh, yeah. Today Younha wants to leave Yeonjun and Seojun. I'm so happy, two days not with them it feels like this house is deserted."

"I want to play with them too." Jinan's chirps grabbed the phone from her pocket. "But there was a sudden meeting with Jihoon's company."

"Mas Jihoon Company?" Mirae repeated her frowning. "Good then. You can be more familiar, even your names are almost the same as Jinan and Jihoon. I thought that brother was supposed to be close, right?"

Jinan put down her phone before stepping behind Mirae's body, hugging her slender waist and then pitting her chin against her little shoulder. Jinan rubbed Mirae's stomach and kissed her nape. "Of course, I can't yet call him a brother. We're not blooded anyway."

Mirae's fingers paused for a moment, slightly gnawing. Then arrange five large sausages on the cutting board to be cut into small pieces.

"I'm sorry." Tukas Mirae was a little moody. "I shouldn't be in your life, so you won't be like this with Jihoon. And also, I thought Younha would be happy with you." Mirae laughed heartily.

Jinan turned the wife's body, holding both of her arms while staring at the watery beautiful bead. "Don't be like Mirae, it has nothing to do with you. We were met by fate, and Younha was only my best friend. Not more."

"Can I hold your sentence?" Mirae stared at Jinan intensely, as if asking for certainty. "Younha is only your best friend, can you promise your own heart?"

Jinan nodded for sure. "Yes. I should be the one apologizing for not understanding your feelings."

"I want to touch your face." Mirae muttered not severing their iris contact. "Can?"

With a sincere smile, Jinan nodded. Letting the soft hand of the smell of Mirae's sausage touch her cheek. Seeing Mirae's loving gaze, the man who was ready to go to the office was fine with his pretty hands that were sticky and fishy.

"Thank you."

"Hm?"

"Because it makes me jealous." Mirae laughed a little. "With that jealousy I can learn and understand that I really love you. I know it's ridiculous, but can I feel that way?"

Jinan smiled, dipping his wife's palms as she descended from his face. "Of course baby. Your feelings are yours. Jealousy is natural. I'm sorry I'm not like other men, I can't understand a woman's heart."

"I love you." Mirae Sahut. "I don't expect you to repay me, only with you with me am I happy. Maybe—"

"I love you, very." Jinan replied before Mirae finished her sentence.

Both are smiling and love is evidenced by a sweet kiss tucked a little passion in it. Then Mirae regained her senses and pushed on her husband's chest as she had to continue cooking.

"Younha will stop by when she gets home from work." Mirae cut her sausage again without glancing at Jinan who was wearing her work coat. "You also came home late in the afternoon, right? We can eat together."

"Mirae—"

"I'm fine, baby. Just so you know the limits."

Jinan nodded. "certain."

...*****...

Sit then get up and walk to the right and left corners. While straddling, Jihoon's forehead frowned fidgetily at himself in his room. Thinking about the incident last night made the burly man unable to sleep, his eyes even seemed clearly so tired.

Younha left with June last night. Many times Jihoon called but there was no response, Younha's phone was off. And now more agitated because suddenly the secretary permission.

Jihoon returns home from Younha's apartment at ten p.m., after making sure Yeonjun and Seojun are asleep. But until eleven o'clock in the evening Younha had not come home as well when Jihoon was already half an hour waiting in the car.

Why are they dating so long? What are they talking about? What really happened to them last night? Did June deliberately trick Younha and book a hotel room? Ah, Jihoon dismissed his bad thoughts while waiting for Younha to finish meeting with the management team.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

The sound of knocking on the door made Jihoon instantly rise from his chair.

"You looking for me sir?"

"Are you okay?" Jihoon asked suddenly. "Are you okay?"

Younha frowned, removing that huge hand from his body. "What do you mean?"

Jihoon breathed a sigh of relief. "Make sure you're alive."

"Why should I die?" Younha was tired. "Who will take care of the children if I die. Ye? Cih, is that possible?"

"What business did the director call me all of a sudden?" Younha. "Oh, about June-ssi? He was drunk last night maybe drinking too much makes him not feel well."

"I'm worried about you." Jihoon's word was still the same as yesterday. "He didn't fuck with you, did he?"

"What kind of assortment?"

Jihoon clucked small. "If you understand what I mean. Please tell me what I'm thinking isn't right."

"Yes, not right." Younha's voice was quick though he still did not understand Jihoon's intentions. "We just ate and talked to the restaurant owner, that's all."

"I can't sleep all night." Jihoon said, breathing slowly. "I'm worried about you."

Younha rotated her eyeballs, always this regretful sentence that she heard from Jihoon's lips. Sentences are meaningless to Younha's life today, though he realizes that the man is still the same as before. That makes her heart pound when together, the beautiful face that Younha always sees on the bed after their romance.

But his heart was not the same, the man was so hard to hold onto that Younha relented at this moment.

"It doesn't matter, if it doesn't have my business pa—"

"Why does saying I'm worried about you not matter?" Jihoon sat a bit haughty, taking off his two black suit buttons. "You didn't answer my phone at the end of the day either."

"That's not an issue that can be discussed in the office." Younha raised her head. "Don't I tell you it was just a waste?"

"I want to hear your reasons." Firmly Jihoon slightly emphasized his sentence. "Why are you staying away from me—"

"Because we've divorced Jihoon!" Upset Younha with a hunting breath. "I'm not keeping you away from the kids. You can still be with them even take a walk with your lover. Hyejin loves Yeonjun and Seojun very much, she also loves you very much. I think life like this is okay. Don't think about me." Younha paused a little, staring at the ex-husband who was now approaching her. "I'll be happy if you're happy Jihoon."

"I'm sorry." Jihoon loomed high right in front of the bowed Younha.

"Then what do you want? Sorry or not everything has happened." Younha shook his head, nosediving his eyebrows.

"Just—" Jihoon smelled his lips. —don't ignore my call. I'm trying to steal some quiet time to call you so don't piss me off at the operator's voice. Let me hear your voice, from your own phone and not Mirae."

"You heard it today."

Jihoon was silent for a moment, scanning Younha's clear, unsightly face made him stare. As their iris links intertwine deeper and deeper Younha does not know how to break away. He only closed his eyes when his nape was grabbed by Jihoon to pick up a fondling...

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

"Mrs Hyejin is here."

The knock on the door from outside her room held Jihoon's lips within an inch of Younha opening her eyes slowly, looking at Jihoon with bated breath and pushing her chest.

From behind that door, Hyejin hid her bitter heart. He was already standing there shortly after Younha entered and with that he heard all their chatter. His feelings grow increasingly confused when he learns the fact that Jihoon is hinting that he still loves Younha. But Hyejin is not willing to give up, she also loves Jihoon. He can't just let go.

Hyejin arranged her expression as if she knew nothing then walked into Jihoon's room and directly passed Younha who looked glum and down. Then Hyejin looked at Jihoon who had the same expression.

He was a little hopeless, knowing that his position was wrong but Hyejin also did not want to lose Jihoon. He loved that man very much.

...*****...