The Reason's

Part 4's

"EAT some ice cream with me. You're not the only one who likes ice cream, you know."

Laugh again. The fine hair on the nape of my neck shuddered and blamed this man beside me. Strange young man along with all the silly sentences that only make my head more dizzy.

"Come on, have some ice cream with me after this" she said.

Minted. Indeed examined in any way, Kim Taehyung is not a shale of the past that I should be afraid of. Where there are movements that confuse prejudice. Naive, yes.

However, perhaps this young man won at the way he looked at someone. Through her eyes, she became so entangled that it was hard for my eyes to turn away. This tip also electrocuted consciousness, like being tossed back I to the abyss I avoided slipping once more.

Don't look at me like that. Don't smile like that.

"No."

He was stunned by the answer that was probably the shortest he had ever heard. Kim Taehyung's terulum smile left a slight opening of his mouth that looked up, reluctant to shut up. Probably forgot.

A sigh of regret followed for a moment. "Ah, it's not that easy to take you."

"You know now." I'm menukas. Snatching the disinfectant spray from the bag and immediately sprayed thin droplets of cleaning fluid to touch the beak of the young man facing me.

Kim Taehyung was overwhelmed, feel that. His closed net spontaneously brushed away from the onslaught of disinfectants. But, he let his moist face splash with liquid patches.

I also sprayed the same liquid twice on my hands, rubbed it flat, and then hid the medicine back in a practical knitting backpack that often served as my study needs on campus. Pretending to be indifferent, without feeling guilty I continued the unfinished record. It shouldn't be.

"Aish, you think I'm shit?" I heard him sigh, then chuckle. He must be really crazy. The longer I doubt his sanity, I swear. "Know, no? The romance drama usually starts from the command, 'keep away!'."

What, anyway? Her high-level fantasies almost caused my stomach to tumble. It's too funny to laugh at. Being with him is like playing a role in a horror drama, you know.

New intention denied but failed because the time this head turned towards him, which I received a brief familiar sound. First language we met at the beginning, maybe.

CKREK!

Shit, the camera barrel attacked me from the side. Now the camera face is challenging me frankly in front of my eyes. He won and I could only run. God, curse me to be a rock. Too sick of this weirdo.

"I thought you were photogenic" commented the young man in a graded line who was just busy fiddling with his simple camera back. Kim Taehyung's smile expands satisfied, for example, the boy who just got the praise of the teacher because the work of drawing mountains and the sun has a unique color.

"Quick remove it."

He raised his face. Shake his head and smile cunningly. Just as annoying as the main character Mr. ring dancing decoration. Bean on top of car dashboard.

"I said remove it, Kim Taehyung," I said trying to grab a pocket camera, furious. But nothing, of course. As usual I lost. Thief's soulful hands there are capable of darting around looking for the back of the owner, he keeps that thing out of my reach. Kim Taehyung fucker.

Straight finger that was free directly occupies a position in front of the frame of his lips, the strange young man I just knew yesterday afternoon joking ignorant. "Sst, that's it, Mr. Song is coming."

Damnit. Since he was acting as if surprised at the classroom door, I was fooled. I think Song Joontak the lecturer of the half-bald-headed typography course has perched on the doorstep.

But perhaps eleven-twelve by psychic, before long Mr. Song actually arrived after the class sliding door rippled. Tegur sapa echoed in the room and silence simultaneously played a role. Next rowdy overlapping stationery sounds were prepared and whispering students began to greet Mr. Song.

I breathed a rough cue of surrender. Never mind, I hope Kim Taehyung can change his mind about his unimportant activities with the camera and stop cheating on me. At a glance, I found that smile again. Full of satisfaction, feeling already won.

Watch out for you, Kim Taehyung.

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Twelve years became the axis of longing, finally the decision to settle back in Seoul so the realization of determination. Once again breathe the air of the capital with the new soul of Yoon Sara. Accompanied by my cousin, I left my father and mother in Busan.

As the wind blows with the cool whispers of the river, their combination becomes great and ignites nostalgic pieces raining down the Eungbong bridge. It used to be that bridges on the Han River were underestimated by boys like us.

Just as stressful as I am currently doing, occupying the Eungbong bridge guardrail is relaxing. Here's how I berate the gentle invocation of the Jungnangcheon river. The layman then squinted his eyes and grieved. Some may think, where is your common sense, son? Want to die quickly, right?

My college is boring. Everywhere there is a silly boy Kim Taehyung. That's why I spend time reflecting on the river's ripples. It felt like my brain was refreshed between the sunburns.

"He, hey, Miss. Can you stop that? You better get down now."

The soft tenor voice pervaded the dimple all of a sudden. I don't know who he's talking to, but just look around. Than people doubted the purity of the 'mona' proponent on my forehead.

The water of the face of confusion faced me, the eye bags almost camouflaged defeated the large and round eyeballs. So clear, I kind of guarantee you can reflect in the luster of the iris. Like a sprinkling of celestial bodies in a galaxy, they flicker. Even though the pupil shrinks in tension. A little wind may be able to infiltrate at any time through the gap due to the thin lip blades that forget to close. How panicked he was, I guess.

If he's just acting, swearing is better than I didn't have to worry about it in the first place. But, the next act gave me spontaneous detention. Sorry, stranger.

Why am I sorry too?

The man thought I was going to kill myself and insisted on carrying me away from there. As a result even unconsciously I kicked his head and we grappled each other with arguments and of course, about a minute until the catastrophe really sided with me.

It was more foolish when he took part in sacrificing himself to fall into the river. Get us both. Tell me, has the sanity level of men in Seoul been low lately?

Faint stranger in a yellow polyester jacket dived towards me, yes it was him.

River water is too highlighted blazing sun, so rather bright depth. In addition, this person's yellow jacket was too flashy and bright, like a sunflower in summer. His outstretched hand supported a body that had already reached a weak point. I gave up, my consciousness was thinning.

Fortunately my body got to the mainland first. Supply oxygen as I need it now. I was awake and this guy was looking at me anxiously right in the face. Through expression, he accused me of being nothing.

He's grumpy. I watched the lip smirk. Moles under the lips also track where the mouth moves. I guess my mind is relieved, but not really. My anger is more controlling. I hate random people whose speculative foundation doesn't even exist. It's the same empty barrel that sounds loud.

"Come on. We're drowning, all because of your stupidity! I'm leaving!"

As if playing Russian Roullete, taking turns represents each other's luck. In the title of the mutual fist smashing through the redic, this roulette competition was on my side. He was free to rebuke, now the revolver bullet is entangled in the trigger. She's mute. In chess terms, he's already checkmated for the women's snapping.

I put it in a knitting bag, all the scattering of staple goods to the twisting of the wild grass by the river. Sebodo he's a savior or just trigger the recurrence of my hobby, which is important immediately scram. Or the best option, I hurriedly left while packing the overweight water knitting bag.

For God's sake it's summer, but it feels like winter is invading. Anyone will shiver because of the streets with a wet body condition. My body is slow, the bag becomes heavy due to the additional volume of water, my sneakers are almost extinct cool, maybe when removed later my toes are clearly wrinkled.

However, it is impossible to walk barefoot or behave normally until home. This appearance is more like a vagrant. Kurogoh fill a backpack for the sake of a box object that is very useful for now.

My phone is still alive, thank goodness. After more than five buttons I touched, the smart phone started connecting to someone far away. Tumben he raised the call before twenty seconds wasted waiting.

"Solicit?" The flat tenor vocal immediately asked, without any greeting or pleasantries.

"Hurry up, I'm soaking wet and it's so embarrassing."

I groaned while this guy seemed to cluck in annoyance. At least give me a little sweetener for example the question of how can I get soaked. Curious was not at all printed in his tone. "Where?"

"Bottom of the Eungbong bridge, the banks of the Jungnangcheon river."

The call was cut off bland and just happened. Look at it and put aside disappointment. Actually my days with him have painted the meaning of disappointment itself. The point is I don't like the crap of hanging up the phone. His manners have melted into each other stingy language he.

Murka. I slammed the cell phone back into the fighter, which was meant a backpack. Like a tea pot that must be picked, I need an emotional pencil that has been at the top.

"Sara!"

I turned around, spontaneity. Meet again with the man in the yellow jacket whose hair bangs are left to look for a group to warm each other. The hair is damp, the jacket is shiny because the reflection of light overrides the wet polyester material, the breathing work is a little less regular for a while.

The reason I turned around was because this guy called my little name just now, was eloquently correct. Even in a time that hasn't allowed us to know each other.

The grayish rectangular folding wallet of canvas material protruded from his grasp. The manufacturer is quite good at quality in the product, it still seems elegant even though the history of drowning in the river was never achieved.

"You left this behind" he said. Then, I picked it up and the wallet changed hands. I thanked her briefly while elaborating on a thin smile.

Without additional comment, I moved on. Leaving the yellow jacket youth sculpting on the surface of the ground being treaded. It's no longer my business, but what he left behind was quite a pikulan. The old man's finger touch may be stuck all over his wallet, damn it.

"Sara, did you forget me?"

He stopped me again and I looked deft. Growled. Want kuralat alone or stuffing his mouth to stop acting pretentious. "Stop calling my little name. Who, anyway?"

"Jungnangcheon River" he said. "Eungbong Bridge and.hm, sunflower."

Presumably, he was timid. The last two words hesitantly uttered, bowing slightly his head. That innocent netra snarled at me. Pseudo-red on both sides of the cheeks was hit by bright sunlight, making it a kind of fresh strawberries in the garden of grandma. Sweet.

Right then we came face to face, the same sensation arrived when I witnessed him scratching earlier. It is quite soothing and know-how to electrocute power, as well as memory. Should I take these pointers? Half remember, but more forget. Believe me, I thought hard.

The horn snapped and my memory array felt faint in that second as well. Cars are parked near us. As the window opened, a college man turned his head. With a fierce look he let me go up.

This time I actually set off, ignoring the yellow-jacketed youth while guessing at the contours of his face. Sitting in the face of the car, the driver closed the window and turned on the radio.

Serenada Time Walking Trough Memories popularized by the old indie rock band Nell break the silent contents of the car. As the music drifted, my mind drifted.

"Oh, this is a song twelve years ago. Haven't heard." Long time." My cousin's brother, the lazy jutek driver, enjoyed the song. Jerking his fingers on the steering wheel of the car leads a flowing rhythm. A musician like him knows very well where good music is captured by the ear.

"This song is often tuned Jungkook's father first in his house, nostalgia once," I said, but instead began to look at the old story. "Usually the Jeon family liked to present songs in his time if I met after playing from the Eungbong bridge with Jungkook. One of his father's favorite songs is..."

Suddenly my common sense seemed to find a way out. Jerk me.

Sunflowers, Jungnangcheon river, and Eungbong bridge. Then, twelve years ago. Three things that pounded the mind finally picked up a solution. The formation of the face of the yellow jacketed youth soaking wet back roared my memories.

"Jungkook, Brother."

"Yes, he's not our neighbor Seokjin. I know very well."

"The person who saved me in the Jungnangcheon river was Jungkook." Gregetan my body is slashing towards brother. Both my eyebrows were adrift happily. Come on, I know you don't know Jungkook. But, I need to affirm myself that my assumptions are correct. "Jeon Jungkook the crybaby who likes to take cover behind my back first."

A smile came after a long time. I can't remember the last time I was happy. Until the corner of his lips felt stiff. Ignoring the face of the big brother's dongkol because I was too excited in the car, mesam-mesem course I enjoy the panorama of twilight as the city. Rinai's melody Nell's song is still melodious.

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"SINKing in the river won't traumatize me" I said, believing someone in Busan. We connected each of them through the telephone network of sister's rented apartment. "Stop worrying about me too much, your daughter is an adult. I'm fine, Dad."

"There's a Yoongi. If you want to go anywhere ask to take her. Careful, Son. Seoul is the capital city. Crowded and less secure."

Due to the father's ravings from A to Z, the sharp delicacy immediately aimed in the right direction. Someone who mastered the sofa pretended to be asleep, lying there leaving a little bit of sofa cushion left for me to sit on, and the heel of my foot carelessly perched on my shoulder. Dare to swear if the phone is not installed on the side of the sofa, I want to be the months like this. Hopefully after this his heels cramp.

My cousin's brother, Min Yoongi, just reported the Jungnangcheon river incident to the Busan people when I accidentally told him about Jungkook anyway. Shit, dad so much advice and the topic goes everywhere. She wanted as a woman I had to have an attitude of vigilance, not directly trust others, and most of all I hate father asked Yoongi to accompany me anywhere. What the hell, seriously a guy like him?

"Dad, please don't expect much Brother Yoongi. It's disappointing me."

"Dad believed in Yoongi, that's all. You must know, too, that even if he's a bitch he never leaves you."

The blazing glances of emotional fire were directed at Yoongi. Grinning him usually, big head after father defended. Though from the beginning there was only one roof, I could count her attention with my fingers. Dad's making things up.

Indeed, Yoon-gi was the second man after my father where my phobia did not apply when we interacted. Because this one brother of mine is an angel over the chronology of the past that caused the phobia to exist. The angel who flapped his magnificent wings grabbed my empty soul. That one I can't deny, Yoongi is indeed attentive from a completely hidden point of view. Like peeking at the sight of sakura falling through a small hole straw.

"Just if I hear you why else because it's out of Yoongi's watch, prepare your move to Busan."

This warning again. Mom's dad is overprotective, I don't blame. But this one is overrated. Seoul already has the throne as the 'comfortiest city' that I have ever visited.

Yoongi's big toe kicked my head once. Delaying the restlessness that has just rested for a moment in the heart. Turning out of spontaneous rage, I hit his limb in an agony.

"Ear the phone and go to the minimarket, I'm hungry." That was all he said and he closed his eyes again. Goddamn bum.

"Sara, listen to me?"

My focus was taken away by my father again. "Oh.oh, yeah, Dad. I heard."

Suddenly, Yoon-gi snatches the phone. That long, his body rose. Not commonplace, to be honest. He's the type of calculation about energy. "Uncle, I'll hang up the phone. We have to have dinner."

I stared at the long, round jaws of Yoon-gi who returned the handle of the phone at the time. He deliberately behaved that way because I was moody huh?

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STEP terseok kepayahan herded two plastic containing ingredients dinner. My economy is guaranteed by Yoongi who is a pioneering musician. So, consumption matters, my life is quite adequate.

Finished the cashier thanked me, I opened the retail store door with all my might. It wouldn't be this dramatic if my hands weren't full of groceries and had to use my shoulders.

CKREK!

Oh my God, it feels like cursing the universe. The selection is too lousy in determining whose meeting with whom.

Now the analog camera lens is stopping me from leaving. The owner was wearing an old gray, almost black hoodie. From the fresh hue of the licked lips at a glance, I was sure of who he was.

"You following me?"

"My film quota is just a few more," the young man muttered dissecting his camera. This time he brought a simple analog camera. How many cameras does he have?

"My answer, Kim Taehyung."

The man I called just raised his head, then shook his head innocently. Then keep moving to the camera. Although I recognize him as a college student, but it may be anyone stating a premise that is not. Just look at his appearance, Kim Taehyung's face is almost difficult to detect because the hood of his jacket is fenced. He looks more like a perverted criminal who likes to stalk women, plus the camera.

Kim Taehyung stuffed a simple camera into his jacket pocket and then focused his eyes on the two loads of plastic bags I was carrying. "It looks like it's heavy."

I immediately pulled myself out as his hand stretched out to grab one of the plastics. Seconds wasted since we decided to freeze for a while, a dim night without stars told Taehyung to stop. So he stretched out his arm and smiled. "I forgot you weren't that easy."

"That's right," I sniffled, deciding to leave. But pinch his finger at the end of the cardigan arm I was wearing, undo everything. The oversized hood still devours his head until it is difficult to guess how the face of the camera admirer is painted. Until some time has not been mute split, Kim Taehyung too enthusiastically give energy in the fingers that increasingly like fear of loss.

My anxiety suddenly haunts the tribe, for some reason. "You...well sa...?"

"Don't you eat ice cream with me tonight?" bargained Kim Taehyung as his head was raised steadily, flabbergasting me. Kekeh who fished the box's ringleader was present felt the sensation.

Sinting, try to play tricks with me it turns out. It feels like there's a handful of regrets to have been worried about, but most haven't. Why is he even insisting on that, anyway?

"Thank you, welcome back."

Twice welcome the cashier tickled my lung today. Because of that stray boy. While the young man I was referring to was sitting on the outskirts of a retail store, eagerly charging for an ice cream parcel. Boy, I'm right, right?

It's not just Kim Taehyung actually. Those of us sitting next to each other were about half a meter away on the outskirts of the shop, exchanging languages like two kids. Foodcourt shops are of no use now as long as these fringes are made the most beautiful stalls watching the night sky.

Talking to him is pretty cool and easy. I can't believe I'm talking this much with a man. Without me noticing the distance was getting thinner by ten centimeters. Slowly reduced by another three inches because the voice he was a bit far away sounded.

This distance is enough for me to make sure something is different. He's silly, but just tonight it feels a little serious. Her eyes are more moist than I found yesterday on campus, her face a little pale, faint red touch her cheekbones when seen well, her appearance is chaotic, she said, from here it smelled like I sniffed when I passed a drunkard. He drank liquor? It seems that Kim Taehyung does not reflect that type.

Anything about Kim Taehyung is none of my business, I swear. Still wonder why I care so much.

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SINCE from the minimarket, I sprayed Kak Yoongi for too long to get home. Though if honest, he can admit to worrying me why-why in the middle of the road. It's just that his jutek face is difficult to act kind of sweet, instead blaming me for almost abandoning him who almost died of hunger.

"Bring cell phones everywhere. Contacting you is difficult" said Yoongi from the kitchen. Good thing my ears have hearing is quite qualified, the lazy voice can still be summarized.

Min's apartment chef falls for Yoongi. If likened to a couple, my cousin is more reliable as a wife than a husband. So feeling guilty was too arrogant, because most of the work at home and the studio gave him a harder task while taking care of me. The pretext of neat houses and studios, and good eating patterns can ignite the productivity of composing songs. For hobbies, where he would complain or continue to curb the lazy principle.

Actually this small part that amazes me on the figure of Min Yoongi.

"Hem." I answered origin. Enjoying the arrangement of the song Yoon-gi in the lounge while reading our favorite daily music magazine, my life is complete even when lying on the couch.

When asked who my favorite musician is, my answer is Min Yoon-gi. His business card is still faithfully hung in the pocket of the wallet, because I'm a fan of his.

The sound effect of rain is played at the beginning of the song, then a person's vocals begin to kick. The song titled Rain belongs to my sister. In this song you take part rap. Then the rain really hit Seoul as if it was a song. "Oh."

I walked up to the window and saw a colony of raindrops that fell down onto the balcony railing, drizzling and rushing. Rain's music continued to curl up, provoked by the scent of petricor. I love this smell until my eyes are closed. Letting the cold wind blow and the smell of rain inhaled my sense of smell.

It's soothing. May Kim Taehyung also inhale it somewhere so that the unrest that may be seen can meet the breaking point. That way he can be a little relieved. Because petricor has such a great effect, I believe.

Wait, who did I just call?

Kim Taehyung shouldn't have been caught in the rain. Sebodo's his problem, his business, but his idiot I care so much.

Argh, I lost again. Random hair, I was agitated while downstream and scurrying around the window.

"Sir, I'm out for a minute!"

A one-time decision for life, while the person's position is still there. After a screech, I grabbed two umbrellas on her bed and set off. Foolish Brother Yoon has been calling my name. Maybe I should spray again.

In between the violent specks of rain attacking the city of Seoul, I frantically ran to the retail store earlier. While condemning the act of recklessness starts from the anxiety of a hot fucker.

Between relief and pity, I saw him there. Kim Taehyung was still sitting on the outskirts of the shop that was about to wipe out his dry clothes. All wet, yet he refused to move. I didn't know there was glue on his ass or maybe he was waiting for the rain to come.

Slow down the speed of my legs towards him, as well as regulate the breath that is panting. I was also considered the most panicked alone.

The shadow of the umbrella brushed over him, the rain stopped pouncing on him longer because of my big umbrella. Next hand held out a handful of folding umbrellas at the same time, he was just stirred.

While the water of a stunned face makes the eyes asymmetry is perfectly round.

"You want to come to my house?"

Though I'm sure that Kak Yoongi's cencala could be twice as bad if I brought Kim Taehyung home. And anyone also knows an androphobia is impossible to carelessly offer this. But, allow my heart to move according to its will.

I swear, it's unexpected and it doesn't feel like me.

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The To Be Continued.

Note :

It is recommended to read while listening to the two songs mentioned in the story, Time Walking Through Memories by Nell and Rain by BTS.