Korean Story Set

even laughing become painful

Just looking ahead, seeing how it rained so hard. Plus a swing of the wind that makes the tree waving waving waving and creates a distinctive sound that is really soothing.looks like a small grain of sugar powder that sticks to the mirror when my breath is mederu. Things like this, I really need to feel by my five senses.



“Young-ah!! Put on your jacket and we'll go now!” Said the middle-aged woman who was still busy folding some clothes into a suitcase. I, I don't want to hear that phrase.

“Why stay still? Don't waste time. Quick!!” I still refuse to move. In fact, I answered that I was lazy. Hearing my mother say so, it made my good mood charred.I, had to leave this city and return to Daegu. Yes, the city where I spent 7 years. And also my birthplace. Daegu, the city I left 10 years ago, I'm going back there. The city I always wanted when I was 8-15. At that time, I was devastated to leave the daegu which incidentally, was the city where my father lived. Because mother, I had to part with my father. The problems of the two of them that eventually made me become his victim, moving places made me feel difficult to adjust life again. The thing is, I'm not a girl who likes to talk or talk a lot. I do have many friends, but I am not at all familiar except gong ah jung. Yeah, he's just like me being shy.

“Yakkk!!! You hear me not?” Snapped my eomma in a high tone while continuing to stare at me furiously. I just look at him lazy. This time, I grabbed a jacket with a hairy accent that had been lying on the sofa. I wear it in slow motion. I don't want this. Can eomma understand?

I can only cry in my heart. Letting my jaw feel stiff and start twitching. In fact, to cry alone must be held back like this.

“Omoo... shin young-ah!! Don't show such a parched face in front of your future father later!”

Again I cried out inwardly, without looking at my mother who was of course busy packing. It seems my life has to be like this. Bail all the shitty mommy act. How not? I will marry again in 3 days. It doesn't matter if you have one or two children. It does not matter if he will marry a man who is 10 or 20 years older. Then what if my mother married my own namja chinguku? Ah, I can't imagine this. The age of the mother with the name of her future husband named hyun joon was much different. Not really, because hyun Joon is only 17 years younger than eomma. And 6 years older than me. I blinked my eyes again, looking weakly at my mother who was behind me. His smile did not stop. My mother fell in love again with the man who also made me fall in love. Bad guy!! It's so bad, even that guy doesn't know I know about his marriage.

Did he mean to have an affair with me after he married my mother? Was that his intention before he would see me later? He would be shocked and shocked. Putting on his stupid face that missed the limit.Yes, plain face behind his rottenness! She thinks I didn't know about moving her house from seoul to daegu a week ago?

The flashback

This morning, I was supposed to be dating hyun joon. But, I guess he's busy dealing with a business that I don't understand at all. He is very mysterious to me. It's hard not even to guess.

Instead, I walked the street alone amidst the knickknacks of the city of Seoul. Only walk 500 m after one busway ride and arrive at the world cup stadium. Until finally, I arrived at this cold haneul park.there were only one or two people I met along the bridge that connects the world cup stadium with the haneul park. Maybe I came here too early in the morning, I could feel the air was very cold, making me tighten the zipper jacket I was wearing. Not so many, even though I didn't climb the peak. This place is quite quiet, maybe I will go to the top by passing 300 zigzag-shaped steps for the second time when hyun joon has time. look back at the neatly arranged rows of tree trees on the right and left side of the stairs. This reminds me of the nami island that I visited 2 months ago.I prefer to choose a place that is not quite crowded like this. As they say, I'm a lonely girl. Why do they say that? I don't understand at all. I never felt lonely because I was always accompanied by inspiration that I would write in my little memo and then edit it further into a story. Yeah, I can do this when I'm alone.

Sitting sweetly on the grass of green grass with my knees covered yanh already bent. I closed my eyes as the wind blew slowly causing a few strands of my hair to wave. I felt, those who entered the gap between the niches of my neck then removed a few more strands of hair. The pleasant wind.

‘If you go to this place, your heart will be at peace young-ah!’

Ah, naw. The words just came to my mind. Slowly my eyes opened, glancing at the cell phone tucked away in the bag of the sling I was carrying. Soon I grabbed my phone and decided to ask hyun joon. Just ask him the news and tell him I'm in this park.

On that screen, I tapped on hyun joon's name and stuck the phone in my ear.

Beg it!! Uncontactable. Was he busy?

My ears are starting to act. I heard a very small cell phone ring. It was almost unheard of. In fact, his voice was sometimes lost in the wind, a sound I did not know the source. But, why is that ring so familiar to me?. Yeah, I remember it. It's like. ah, shit!! I can't remember!!. I re-tapped on Hyun joon's name and tried to call him again. This time, I heard it was smaller along with the wind stopping its gust. But slowly, the voice sounded so clear. It was so clear and so clear that I felt my hair waving back.

I turned my head to all the corners my eyes could reach.

My heart was dumbfounded, my eyes were round.My heart felt slit in the throat until my breath felt like it would continue to rise. New scenes that permeate and explore my chest.

Ohma!!! Eomma??? Hyun joon???

What the hell are they doing? Wh why? They... know each other..? With the same embrace and smile on their lips at the same time.

I intend to approach them to demand an explanation. But they didn't let me take a single step. They're preventing me, subtly. Very smooth..

They made me slightly close my eyes, bearing the anxiety I should have spilled by tearing apart the man's face. She cheated on me with my own mother?

And now, he kisses my mother's forehead in front of me? In front of my eyes?.

There's no time, I can't cry and scream. It's just that I let the saltwater hang on my cheeks. Again, I cried without a sound!

My mother.your father took away all the happiness I had. The whole!

You guys take things that make me smile. Just a little, just a second. Let me smile!

Flashback.

“Young-ah! You crying?” I looked back, before I finally realized the whereabouts of my mother who had been trailing me since then apparently.

I shook my head weakly, I will not look at the woman's eyes. I couldn't, when I had to harmonize love and jealousy. There's no way I'm hostile to the woman who gave birth to me, right?

He just looked at me in wonder, his mouth open as if he wanted to talk. But apparently not, he undoes his intentions.

“I'm fine. I. just happy. Will have a father again.”

Lying, why do I say this? With pain in every word I have spoken. Until I finally found a smile on her beautiful lips. Staring at me affectionately, a gaze he had never given me since parting with my father.

“Thank you.” he said while hugging me tightly. So tight that it makes me cramped.

Something warm slowly fell on my shoulder. I know he was crying happily. And you should know mom, too. I cried too. I wept..

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