The Ultimate Soulmate's

Always lying to me

This morning, Yongju was forced to open his eyes because the manager had come to his apartment and forced him to get up. Even though the feeling of drunkenness last night still makes his head feel very heavy. The man in white tried to sit by leaning on the back of his bed. It appears************ its head and tugging at its own hair, but it does not relieve the pain in its head. "It!" the manager said, handing him a medicine and a glass of water, but Yongju did not welcome him. "Why were you so drunk last night? Do you want to die, huh?" said the manager who seemed annoyed by the act of the artist.

Yongju who heard it, stopped massaging his head and instead said quietly, "I wish I was dead, instead" then sighed heavily and began to look dreamy. The manager looked at him with a look of disbelief, but a moment later the manager laughed, "in that case, let me kill you so you stop making things difficult for me!" The gripping silence occurred a moment after Yongju replied blankly, "yes, just kill me now..." The manager fell silent, noticing Yongju who this morning looked very different in his opinion.

The manager had already memorized the behavior of Yongju who was known for his swag and savage. In fact, he knows that Yongju never cares about anything and anyone in the world if he doesn't want to. "What's wrong with her? Does he really want to die? Why is his eyes empty like that? Is he also depressed because of haters, like other idols?" ask the manager inwardly when he sees his artist who seems to lose his spirit in life. Time and time again, the manager waved his hand in front of Yongju's eyes, but the artist did not respond at all, other than his blinking eyes and of course it made him start to worry.

"Hey, don't be silly! Although the world is hard, we live to understand it. You can't give up like this. Rest assured, one day they will stop by themselves" the manager said, shaking Yongju's shoulder. "But why has this world never tried to understand me? Nah! Half no," he said sounding softly without turning a single look at his manager and even more lowered his head that felt heavy. If the manager is increasingly worried about Yongju's condition, it is the case with Yongju who re-shed himself while remembering the painful things that happened yesterday after he returned from the agency.

***

Yesterday, after I got home with my driver who picked me up in the parking area of the agency office, Yongju who accompanied me, went back inside. We left Junghwa who was still hiding behind the mast of the building because he noticed us earlier. Drrt.... Drrt... Drrt... Junghwa's phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. "Me and Appa have arrived. What now, can you pick us up at the airport?" someone said on that phone. "Alright," replied Junghwa uninspired as he stepped his feet.

"What after this, can you also take us there? You know for yourself, don't you, I don't have much time here" said the man again. "Yes, I know, but as far as hyung knows, now it's not just hyung who's busy!" sahut Junghwa is upset. Someone laughed there hearing Junghwa's words. "Then go home and be your little prince again" said another man who further irritated Junghwa to the point of turning off his phone.

***

After finishing his work that day, Yongju intended to visit his eomma tomb, after a few days he felt longed for his mother, but when he got there, he saw a scene that he thought was strange. "What are you doing here?" yongju asked Junghwa who was standing in front of the Eomma Yongju ash box while removing the mask he was wearing. "And who are you?" he continued, staring at the two men standing with Junghwa. He watched the two strangers from head to toe. From their faces, he sure did not know them at all and from their appearance, he was also sure, they were not ordinary people. His forehead shriveled as he looked at the three men in front of him throwing glances at each other, just as confused as he was. "Who are you?" repeated again.

"Hyung.." said Junghwa boldly stepping forward toward Yongju, but Junghwa's steps came to a halt as Jeon Sungjin, the middle-aged man beside him asked doubtfully, "Junghwa, is he..." Junghwa turned to the middle-aged man who still looked handsome and dashing, then nodded as he said, "yes, appa. He's the one I mean, Min Yongju." Hearing the words of Junghwa, his youngest son, now Mr. Jeon was the one who stepped forward to approach Yongju who seemed increasingly clueless about what was going on at this time. "So, you're Yongju?" asked Mr. Jeon in between his steps.

"Right, I'm Min Yongju, but I'm sorry if I was presumptuous, but I don't recognize you or maybe you know my late eomma?" yongju said formally to the man he had met for the first time. Master Jeon did not reply and still stepped closer to Yongju. "Who are you? What are you doing in my eomma's tomb? Is there anything I can help you with?" yongju asked again, still trying to be polite. "Is he really your eomma? Are you really Min Mirae's son?" asked Master Jeon after he arrived right in front of Yongju. Master Jeon looked fixedly at Yongju's face, as if he didn't want to miss anything from that handsome face. "Yes, she's my eomma. Do you know.." replied Yongju stopped.

The deg! Yongju was silent as he saw the tears that came out from the eyes of the foreign man before him, after hearing the answer from him. "You're right, Junghwa. He really is similar to appa," said Master Jeon without taking his eyes off Yongju's face. Similarly, two people behind him were also looking at Yongju. "Hey, Junghwa, can you explain all this?" yongju asked without moving a bit from his place because he suddenly felt uncomfortable with the gaze of the three foreign men in front of him. As Junghwa stared at the handsome man still standing next to him, like asking the man for permission and as if he understood what Junghwa meant, the man chose to approach Yongju and Lord Jeon.

Kim Seojun, the first son of the Jeon family who used the surname from his mother's side, began to speak, "Annyoeng, introduce my name Kim Seojun. I'm Jeon Junghwa's older brother and this is what we are, Mr. Jeon Sungjin" he said after standing next to Mr. Jeon. "Hyung, forgive us. I know, you must be confused by our arrival here, but.." said Junghwa who also brought himself closer, but his speech was held back when Seojun interrupted his words. "Yongju-ah, I won't talk at length. So, listen to me carefully," said Seojun who was impressed firmly. Yongju looked directly at the interlocutor, who clearly looked older than him.

"We came here because for decades now, Appa has been looking for your eomma for a long time, despite the fact that it is now too late to find it" said Seojun, turning his gaze toward the tomb of the Yongju eomma. "In addition, there are other facts that you must accept. You are the second son of the Jeon family because you are also the biological son of Appa" Seojun continued very clearly, but like a lightning strike on Yongju's ear. A pair of narrowed eyes rounded Yongju to hear him, but a moment later both hands clenched tightly as Junghwa and Lord Jeon confirmed Seojun's words. "That's right, hyung. You are my second hyung. I'm your sister, hyung," Junghwa said, smiling innocently, hoping that the idol, who is also his hyung, would accept his reality and existence. "Yes, Junghwa your sister and Seojun are your hyungs. Yongju, you are my son and I love you" said Mr Jeon, hugging Yongju tightly with his hands stroking gently and patting his son's back.

"Yongju, hopefully, you want to talk to Appa. Appa can explain everything, son. From today on, you can expect us as your family as well," said Mr. Jeon softly. "Appa? The family? Not necessary! I have lived all this time expecting myself. I live by my own choice and I've chosen to remove the word "appa" from my life!" yongju said so coldly, even his expression seemed frightening. "Hyung, try to talk to Appa first" Junghwa said. "Junghwa is right, it's better for you and for me to speak with four eyes so that everything is clearer" added Seojun. "Yongju, please listen to Appa first," continued Mr. Jeon again trying to approach Yongju.

"Why are you so eager to persuade me? Isn't that useless? Can you all change my childhood? Do you know how my life has been, huh?!" yongju said that hardened at the end of the sentence. "Do you know what it's like to live without an appa? Ever since I was a child, I was ridiculed just for not having an appa. Always was! I lost my childhood happiness just because of that!" the one who could not hold himself back.

"I'm sorry appa, son. Appa swore, since that night, Appa always tried to find your eomma, but Appa never managed to find it. Your Eomma disappeared like it was swallowed up by the earth" said Mr. Jeon, trying to convince him. "Otherwise, if only, appa knew of your existence, Appa would have been more trying to find you. Forgive appa, son. Sorry, if Appa's arrival is too late. This is all wrong, ", continued Mr. Jeon sobbed.

"Ck, just save your apologies and those tears! I don't need it, what else is your story. Tell God yourself if you meet Him later!" yongju said with his savage. "Yongju!" seojun snapped did not like to hear it. "Seojun, hold yourself!" said Mr. Jeon. "But Appa, he's gone too far" said Seojun. "Seojun, after all he is also your brother" continued Mr. Jeon. While watching the conversation of the two people, with his leisure, Yongju sipped the iced coffee americano that had been in his hands. "Truly bitter!" he murmured while staring at the coffee I had ordered for him before I left.

"Seojun hyung, stop. We better go, let Appa and Youngju hyung talk to each other" Junghwa said, taking Seojun away. "Are you sure, a brash kid seems to want to talk all right?" sahut Seojun appointed Yongju. The byurrr! Yongju poured the coffee in his hand right into the handsome face of Seojun who was 1 year older than him. Not only that, Yongju grabbed Seojun by the neck and said, "and this is how a brash kid like me talks!" Seojun pushed Yongju until Yongju's hand slipped from his neck. "You two, stop it!" snarled Master Jeon, "are you not ashamed, noisily in front of all these tombs!" he continued, staring intently at the two brothers.

"Junghwa, get your hyung back in the car!" mr. Jeon's orders to Junghwa, which he immediately obeyed, drew Seojun away, and there remained Lord Jeon and Yongju. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to Appa? If you don't believe it, what if you prove it? We can do a DNA test," said Mr. Jeon, without losing his chance. "Originally you know, Appa can see the face of appa when young after appa sees you now. You look like Appa. Not only that, but apparently, Junghwa's face is also a little more similar to yours than Seojun's," continued Mr. Jeon trying to melt the atmosphere, but Mr. Jeon's efforts failed because Yongju again turned off the atmosphere.

"My appa is dead. Even if it's true that you are mine, for me you are dead!" he said so flat with his cold face. After saying that, Yongju left the place after placing a red rose in front of his eomma photo, without even turning to Mr. Jeon who was still standing in front of the tomb. "Dead! Yes, you are dead to me" Yongju said in his heart. His hands clenched back when he remembered how he used to be, when he was a child always asking for the existence of his appa to his eomma.

"Eomma, is it true that there is in heaven?" little Yongju asked the beautiful woman in front of him who was smiling bitterly at her son's question. Mirae gently stroked Yongju's white cheeks, then carried the tiny body into her arms. "Why is he always in heaven? Why never come to see me? Is heaven more fun than accompanying me here?" ask her again with her very cute pouting face. Silent, there was no reply from Mirae, only her embrace grew tighter.

"Eomma, if Appa is in heaven, what is an angel?" yongju asked again as he turned his face to his eomma. The eomma smiled, then nodded slowly assenting. "Can I ask Appa for something?" continued. Mirae raised her chin, as if asking what her son wanted. "I want to ask you something, but it's a secret. Eomma must not know," replied the little Yongju timidly.

A few days later, little Yongju asked Mirae again, "Eomma, why didn't you hear me pray? I asked Appa, but Appa didn't give it. Does Appa not love me because I'm naughty?" Again, Mirae could only hug her baby. Mirae shook her body which held Yongju. His son always asked the whereabouts of men he did not even know at all and that question he could not answer.

"Appa, please listen to me. I promise to be a good boy and take care of Eomma. I'm just asking, please heal the eomma. Don't take eomma to heaven either, I beg you." said Yongju who was sitting by the bedside of the patient Mirae was in. Mirae, who was unable to open her eyes, still clearly heard the small voice beside her, but she was already unable to do anything, other than hear her little angel sobbing to release her virginity.

To mention the name Mirae gave for her flesh and blood alone, she was never able to, even in her last second, to, let alone telling the story that actually happened to Yongju and who his appa was until the end, Mirae never knew. "Said eomma, appa took eomma to heaven because she missed eomma, but what ifa didn't miss me? Why am I left here alone? Appa, eomma, I also want to go to heaven" sobbed Yongju alone in his new room at Lee's residence.

Yongju chuckled in memory of all those stupid memories, until long ago all turned into loud laughter that filled the space in his car, along with tears that descended profusely in both of his eyes. "Eomma.." she shrieked in a trembling voice while squeezing her chest which felt tight. "Eomma lied to me. Eomma always lied to me. Always.." she said in the middle of her crying.