Korean Story Set

black coffee

Really, if that time doesn't pass I promise to say it. Telling the truth is going on between you and me. Now late. Deep down I regret everything that has passed. But time is a wheel, ready unprepared it will continue to spin until when.



“Stop like this, I'm just tired of seeing you always like this,” exclaimed Myung Han my best friend since I sat on the Junior High School bench. “Han, what else should I do? This is all I can do. I truly regret it now,” Myung Han shuddered at my slurred speech. Myung Han is now back in his class while I am still unmoved from this deserted canteen. I saw the wall clock showing at eleven o'clock, conscious of having ditched the lesson I went to the park where once created a history.

“Did you see my coffee?” tanyanya looking for something. I just pretended not to hear it.

“Eun Jin's. You're the culprit. You right?” accus me. I smiled, unable to hide my lies. I deliberately threw it away because I knew he was not allowed to consume anything that contained caffeine.

“Kajja, give it to me.” coax him to look at me with a face that is clear. My heart was pounding erratically when my eyes and my eyes clashed.

“Mian, I've thrown it away.” I said a little stirred. He smiled so sweetly. It made my blood stop flowing.

“Waeyo, what's wrong with you? Why do you always throw away my coffee lately, do you want to make me angry?”

I came to my senses from the daydream of remembering that sweet history because someone hit me on the head. I would have almost scolded him if he hadn't turned his face away. Na Young's.

He showed his expression as usual. Beautiful but very fond of judes.

“What are you doing here? Looking for those bitter coffees?”

“Ne, I'll give you sugar!” I replied that I didn't like it if Na Young could guess my thoughts.

“Walau it will remain the same. Even though he will still be bitter to you?” hearing that I fell silent trying to find a word to reply to him. But what is the right word to compensate for it?

“What now, sorry? Not necessary. He's a name that really doesn't need sugar. Just let him be a bitter coffee.” I was still silent about letting the girl with her advice. “Sometimes he'll need sugar. Sugar like you. I'm certain. Even if he is not aware too I will curse him until he really becomes a coffee powder that is so bitter that even caterpillars are reluctant to touch him.”

I'm the one who's guilty Na Young isn't her. Not Kwang Soo, but me. I'm the reason he left. I have made his trust destroyed by destroying the friendship because it is just a feeling that is not necessarily the real taste. Sorry Na Young, she's not a bitter coffee but a honey covered coffee. He's Na Young's sweet boy. Please don't tell me he's bitter coffee.