The Ultimate Soulmate's
The Answer Is Already, I'm Happy
The next day, as usual when Yongju was not scheduled for activities, he would choose to spend his free time at the Lee residence with me, but because of the agreement, this morning he seemed hesitant to do so. "What's your schedule today?" yongju asked Junghwa who had just woken up and came out of the room he was staying in. "Hmm. Just practice tonight. Why?" junghwa answered while yawning widely while walking towards the kitchen. "You coming with me?" tawar Yongju hesitated. "Where?" junghwa asked while opening the refrigerator and taking milk for him to drink. "To the house," Yongju replied briefly and made Junghwa instantly turn to look at him with sparkling eyes.
"Home? Hyung has decided to go home?" sahut Junghwa did not believe it, but a moment later his face turned moody, "ah, if I go home today, I can not accompany hyung home. If you want to go home, at least I have to empty my schedule for 3 days." Yongju snorted, "Hana's house! Not your house!" he answered, stepping into his room. "It's up to you to come or not. If you want to come, take a shower! If you stay, don't make my house a mess!" continued.
***
Arriving at Lee's residence, Yongju put on a sour face when he saw that Daehyun was already in my house. "What are you doing here so early?" yongju asked as he stared intently at Daehyun who was also looking at him dislikefully. "You think?" ask Daehyun. Yongju's jaw hardened looking at the haughty expression of the young master of the Kim family in front of him, especially when Daehyun immediately put on his sweet smile when he saw me coming. "You guys here?" I was confused while staring at the three young men who had been sitting sweetly at the dining table with my parents.
"Eomma told oppa to deliver kimchi made by eomma," Daehyun replied first. Actually, that was only Daehyun's reason for coming to my house. Though Daehyun himself asked the maid in his house to wrap his eomma-made kimchi for him to give to my eomma. "I only brought Junghwa who wanted to play here" Yongju said with a slightly flat expression on his face. While Junghwa did not believe what he had just heard, "When am I." he said stopped as Yongju, who was sitting beside him, looked at him sharply. "Yes, I want to meet noona," continued Junghwa's origin, but instead get another sharp gaze from Daehyun.
The erroneous Junghwa could only scratch his non-itchy nape, let alone when I asked, "what's the matter? Are you any need with noona?" Junghwa also seemed to rack his brain to find an excuse. "Do you want to take your jacket?" ask me again while smiling at Junghwa's expression which I think is very cute. Junghwa smiled happily as if he was getting help from God. "Yes, my jacket was!" said. "Why is the jacket on you?" asked Daehyun who was suddenly jealous while looking at me who was sitting next to him. "To cover up Hana's clothes that someone had torn!" sahut Yongju with his jaw back hardened because he remembered the incident.
Uhuk... Uhuk... Daehyun coughed when he realized the question he was asking backfired for himself. "Already, already. When are you going to talk? Hurry up, finish your breakfast. Eomma has to go to work now. Daehyun, later also say thank you aunt to your eomma, yes!" eomma. Eomma left us at the dinner table, but just a few steps away, a waiter in my house said that in front there were two people visiting. "Mr Jeon?" eomma said as the waiter mentioned the guest's name.
Eomma glanced at Yongju at a glance. Yongju, who heard the guest's name, immediately put the chopsticks in his hand to the side of his bowl and, after gulping down the water in his glass, moved from his seat without a word. We threw each other a glance while thinking the same thing, "where is he going?" he looked at Yongju. Eomma gestured for Appa to stop his breakfast and meet Mr. Jeon in the living room.
***
In the living room, Appa was talking to Mr. Jeon, and even Eomma deliberately delayed his departure to the office out of respect for Mr. Jeon's arrival, intending to talk more about Yongju. "I came here because I wanted to say goodbye. Tomorrow, I'm going back to Washington because Seojun has to go back to college. Besides, the company business here already has you handle," said Mr. Jeon at appa. "Then what about Yongju?" ask eomma. "It seems, it's not as easy as I imagined. Let the child decide slowly and whatever the decision is, I will not force it" replied Mr Jeon, sipping the drink.
"Appa," called Junghwa as he followed into the living room after finishing his breakfast. "Junghwa's? You're here? Appa thought you were in a dorm," said Mr. Jeon, surprised to see the son, while Junghwa, without hesitation, sat down next to his appa. "Hyung invited me to breakfast here," Junghwa replied innocently, but when he saw me who had just come to greet Mr. Jeon, Junghwa immediately smiled awkwardly because he had been caught helping Yongju lie to me.
"You mean Yongju is here too?" mr. Jeon asked Junghwa and Junghwa nodded in response. "Then, now where is your hyung? Does he still not want to see Appa? Though he already wants to accept you like this," said Mr. Jeon softly. "Uncle Jeon, will my uncle follow me?" I said to vent. "Where?" asked Mr. Jeon confused. I smiled and grabbed Mr. Jeon's hand, then led him to my backyard. Junghwa got up from his seat and intended to catch up with me, but Appa suddenly called out to him while shaking his head. Junghwa sat back down, while Daehyun, who had just emerged from the dining room, looked confused to see me.
"Auntie, why is Uncle Jeon here?" daehyun asked as he sat down and took part in the living room. "Did Hana tell you yet?" eomma asked back and Daehyun shook his head in confusion. Eomma also intends to tell the truth to Daehyun, but Appa first whispers to eomma, "Wait for all this more clearly, again, just let us tell the others because it's possible that this should be kept secret from the public."
"Really! Almost," said eomma who had not thought about this a little bit about the big name Jeon family, Lee family and also Yongju's own career, it might even have an impact on the career of the new brother plunged into the same world. "It's okay, Daehyun. Just a little company problem," said Appa lying. "Company? What does this have to do with Yongju?" ask Daehyun who started to think critically and make appa and eomma look at each other. "Uncle Jeon wants to use Yongju as the company's newest product advertising star" eomma replies. One eyebrow Daehyun looked raised as he thought, "Talking about corporate affairs until coming home this early?" Daehyun grew curious, "Then, what does this have to do with Hana? Why did Hana bring Uncle Jeon? Where'd they go?" ask again. Eomma is looking for a reason.
"Because it was noona who helped persuade hyung to accept this ad," said Junghwa who also covered up the lie of appa and eomma after seeing eomma overwhelmed to answer Daehyun's question. "Have she been asked to do the same commercial?" daehyun asked again, pointing at Junghwa who was sitting casually in front of them. "Ah, no. Junghwa only accompanies Yongju. You know, no, they're an agency in our agency" replied eomma, smiling forcefully. "Our agency?" jonghwa said with a confused face. Daehyun who initially only noticed the reaction of eomma's face, turned to look at Junghwa while saying, "yes, our agency. Wh why? Don't you know that the agency belongs to my eomma?"
"So, are you Mr Kim's son?" asked Junghwa in disbelief until he gaped. "Yes, why? Do you know my appa?" asked Daehyun who was confused again, but his curiosity had been diverted when Junghwa asked about the agency. "Wait a minute, when Uncle Jeon and Seojun hyung were here, you were here too, right? Did you also come to accompany Yongju? Why was Seojun hyung protecting you? And you also came home when they came home, didn't you?" daehyun asked with a full glance.
***
Suddenly Yongju fell in the middle of the court while running to dribble his basketball. He also looked up and tried to get up. "Do you know uncle? Oppa always looks hard from the outside, but for me, oppa's heart is even softer than eomma and appa," I said opening the conversation. "In my opinion, oppa is only still afraid to accept reality. But uncle himself see, oppa's heart is peaceful only when oppa throws the ball," I continued, noting Yongju's happy face that managed to put the ball into the ring. "Oppa always plays basketball alone because Appa can't play basketball. While I don't like it very much, so only occasionally accompany him," I continued while staring at this opponent.
At this moment, I saw, a faint smile on Mr. Jeon's face as he watched the same thing, but Mr. Jeon suddenly looked at me as I asked, "Can uncle play basketball? Want to try approaching oppa with that basketball?" Master Jeon looked towards my index finger pointing. The basketball that Yongju used to play, rolled towards Mr. Jeon's feet. Mr. Jeon grabbed the basketball with both hands and looked towards Yongju who was standing in the middle of the court. Yongju who was looking towards us only snorted in annoyance, then left just like that, but the sound of the ball being dribbled made him look back at us and at once his step stopped when he found Mr. Jeon who was dribbling the ball.
Initially, Mr. Jeon just dribble the basketball to the edge of the court, but unexpectedly he also threw it directly into the ring and entered so smoothly. "Hana, do you want to accompany uncle to play?" said Mr. Jeon, smiling at me. After saying that, Master Jeon immediately ran to the middle of the court chasing the basketball that he had just thrown, even Master Jeon just passed Yongju who was glued to the spot, especially when I also took to the field with a sweet smile. I really didn't expect that the Mr. Jeon I believed in would be about the same age as me who this year would be 50 years old, so agile and good at playing basketball. "What this is called, most children will imitate his appa hobby!" my thinking.
In the midst of our excitement playing basketball, Yongju suddenly collapsed in his body where he stood. With both of his hands directly covering his face, he began to cry sobbing. I saw him, immediately running to hug him. Similarly, Mr. Jeon threw the basketball in his hand in any direction and ran towards us. As I hugged her, Yongju was crying even more. I didn't know what to say and just hugged her more and more which seemed so fragile at the moment.
Master Jeon slowly sat down beside Yongju with his hand intending to pat his son's back. "There have been countless times, how many times I dreamed of playing basketball with my appa" Yongju said with a trembling voice mixed with sobs. "Yes, I know that, oppa," said I who suddenly cried. Grep's! Suddenly Master Jeon hugged me and Yongju with both hands. "Yongju-ya, forgive appa, son.." - He who also sniffled and his embrace made Yongju cry like a child who was crying in his arms.
The three of us cried together, not knowing that Junghwa and my parents also followed us to the basketball court after Daehyun said he was told to come home by phone. Junghwa walked up to the basketball and picked it up. Junghwa also began to dribble the ball with the origin because he could not play basketball. "Will anyone teach me?" tanyanya, trying to warm the atmosphere. The three of us who heard her voice, simultaneously turned to her who was smiling at us. Master Jeon let go of his embrace, so did I who did the same and started wiping away the tears on my face.
"Hyung, come on, teach me!" junghwa said as he threw the ball at Yongju who was still sitting with his face looking very chaotic. Yongju pretended not to hear it and just let the ball go. I who was close to the ball threw it back at Junghwa who threw it back at Yongju who had just woken up from his seat. Because his body was still not ready, Yongju was almost back sitting down while holding the basketball. Yongju was able to look at the basketball he was holding and at a glance spread his gaze to all of us, srukk! He threw the ball into the ring so beautifully. As beautiful as his sweetest smile that was engraved on his white face at this moment.
Junghwa ran to catch the bouncing ball after falling through the ring. With his movements still amateurish, the basketball was just a small bounce next to his feet, even ending in reflections as low as the floor of a nearby patio. "Why are you dribbling like that? That's not how it works!" mr. Jeon shouted at Junghwa who was at the end of the field. Mr. Jeon ran towards his youngest son and began teaching Junghwa how to dribble the correct ball. Yongju who saw him, slowly stepped towards the two of them.
"Is everything going to be okay after this? But still, I was afraid," he said hesitantly in his heart, then stopped his steps. Instantly thoughts and worries filled his head, even into the future of his career if he had to bear the Jeon family's big name, as well as the demands he would face as part of that family. The worry that suddenly spread like a cancer in his mind and heart, made him not realize if the basketball was back drifting towards him from the hands of the younger brother.
Bugh! Along with the ball Junghwa threw and right hit Yongju's face, laughter began to spread. Yongju's breathing increased while irritably touching his sore chin that was hit by the ball earlier. Especially when we saw that we were all laughing at him. "Fuckin' shit! Even he did not apologize after throwing his own hyung with the ball!" yongju muttered as he stared intently at Junghwa who was laughing loudly. The raging feeling in his heart and the throwing of his sister, made the desire to play Yongju again wriggle. He grabbed the ball and started dribbling it quickly, then shot. One jump shot was created nicely. Eventually, Yongju, Junghwa and Mr. Jeon played basketball together. Appa and Eomma choose to go to work. We played until the sun started to heat up and forced us to stop the game.
***
"Somehow my heart has become happier today" Yongju said softly as I sat down next to him and handed him a cup of coffee. "thank you. All thanks to you" he continued, smiling at me. Yongju's happiness feels like it will last forever, but the rising sun forces Mr. Jeon home and Junghwa back to the agency to train with his group. "A moment like this, it's my own reality again," muttered Yongju who was heard by my ears. He put his head over my shoulder and said, "would I do the right thing if I changed my attitude and called him Appa?" I smiled as I stroked the back of his hand which he had placed on his thigh. "Aren't I like a fool who's afraid of the reality that I have to accept?" continued slowly.
"If others are already walking in the future, why is oppa still silent in the memories of the past? Isn't this what always oppa dreams of, having an appa? Come on, don't just get stuck with the past!" my spoken. "Remember, this moment will never come again, if oppa continues to reject it. Again, ask your own oppa heart, is oppa happy now?" I continued while looking at him gently. Yongju stared fixedly at my eyes, then smiled so sweetly in front of me while saying no less gently, "the answer is already there, yes, I'm happy." The cup! One sweet kiss he landed on my forehead afterwards.
