The Ultimate Soulmate's

Your flower is my flower

"What's with your grades this year and how could there be reports of your absence at school? Do you want to make trouble for Appa?" ask Kim Dangwook, the man who serves as the current president to his favorite son, Kim Namgil. The president breathed heavily in front of his son. "Namgil, you're the only boy in our family. Stop messing. This year you have to graduate well like your brothers. Don't play too much with your cousin" continued Mr. Kim. "I'm sorry, I promise I won't repeat it again" Namgil replied politely. The boy bowed in front of his father, but there was no remorse on his face. "Bring your promise! Now, go back to your room!" said Mr. President while sighing again because he could not be angry at his son.

Kim Namgil, a young man who was almost 19 years old, threw his body into his bed. This time, it was the son who let out a breath. "Yes, trouble for our president! Because of that sentence, I don't even have any dreams!" he muttered alone with his eyes closed. For Namgil, the phrase that always seems to emphasize it is always a burden for him, even though he has been well educated and born a genius. As the son of the president who is always highlighted, every day Namgil spent studying for the best predicate in his school, until he was bored being nice. There was no playing time, let alone going out and just now Namgil was trying to learn to make friends and act like kids his age, he became careless towards school and his grades.

Play, the things he had just learned and very rarely did. Only on certain days and even Namgil did it without the knowledge of his parents. "How about this time I take up the challenge? Trying to date, it might be fun!" namgil said with a naughty smile. The child who always tries to obey and obey in front of his parents is always successful in hiding his naughty side. Namgil locked the door to his room, made sure no one would disturb him and started putting earbuds in both ears. Letting ordinary books be his study companion at night, lying untouched on his desk. "Later learn it. I'm lazy!" thought. Blow hip hop music with a strong beat from the idol rapper, filling both Namgil's witty halls that seem to enjoy it very much with relaxation, even occasionally Namgil also sang sentimental pieces of lyrics.

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Elsewhere, the idol, the owner of the song Namgil is hearing, arrives at his apartment. After sighing his tired breath, Yongju immediately walked towards the bathroom while stripping the clothes on his body one by one. After deciding to focus on his career, his name became great with his own abilities. In addition to being a good rapper, he also created his own songs. Although being a famous rapper was his dream come true, his high activity as a famous rapper, sometimes made him feel bored. Yongju himself is famous for what it is, never caring about his appearance, image, let alone the opinions of haters who do not like it. No one even knows his true identity as the nephew of Lee Miyoung, the marketing director at his agency. Yongju was more pleased, the public knew him without family.

Again, Yongju sighed under the shower. "It's been 7 years and I still can't kill this feeling and I can only say it with music" he said softly with his eyes closed. Yongju was forced to stop his bathing activities, after hearing the ringing of his cell phone that was in his room. He also went into his room. From far away and enough to hear that special ringtone, he could tell, if the one who contacted him at this time was me, his cousin sister who he was thinking about just now.

"What's wrong?" sahut Yongju flat. "What's his name?" ask me without further ado. "Whatever!" yongju replied directly. As if he understood what I meant. "Because oppa gave it, so oppa must also give its name!" kataku. "You alone gave it," said Yongju lazily. "Opa!" my mouth is stubborn. "What's difficult? Just call him a cat" said Yongju casually as he sat on his bed drying his wet hair. "That's the same as having no name!" pissed. "Why so fuss over cat names!" yongju Sahut who also began to get upset. "Opa!" my whinek was spoiled upon noticing Yongju's change in tone. "Yes, his name is miaw!" break up Yongju after being crushed to hear my whining. "Miaw?" my many. "If you don't like it, you just give it a name!" yongju firmly. "No. I like it," I replied then paused for a moment while stroking the miaw.

"Why silence?" asked Yongju softly. "Hmm?" sahutku. "Hey! Don't tell me, you want to call him Yongju!" guess Yongju is back. "Aigos! It seems like a good idea!" godaku cackled. "Don't fuck around!" yongju snapped which sounded even more annoyed and made me laugh. "Yes. Ja. From today his name is miaw," I said, "luck miaw is not grumpy paint like oppa!" continued taunting. "Yes, you!" yongju Geregatan.

"I miss you, oppa," I said after gathering the courage to say it, but again, only silence I can, even the sound of the wall clock is more clearly heard in my ears. "I.." I said again, but cut off by the words of Yongju I never expected, "learn to know others so you don't miss oppa anymore." Yongju's words that sounded clear in my ears were like a knife made of ice, cold and slicing my heart. "Oppa never changes" I said with tears in my eyes. "Well, if it's oppa," I replied no less coldly, but with a voice that shook withstood the cries and I who hated to hear the words, immediately turned off the call unilaterally.

Meanwhile, Yongju could only close his eyes in annoyance at having to say a sentence that did not suit his heart, even he threw his phone on the floor. Yongju was sure, if it was this time, he would have made me cry again. "Besides making you cry, what else can I do?" the lyrics sound resigned while looking at his first tattoo he just made last afternoon. Then, Yongju recalled the incident earlier this afternoon at the agency when my eomma saw the tattoo belonging to his artist as well as his nephew.

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"Say your manager, you got a tattoo," said eomma after calling Yongju, the artist to his room in person. "Yes," Yongju replied casually and chose to sit on the sofa. "You're serious?" eomma didn't believe it. "Did I make a mistake or did I have to give eomma permission?" yongju asked indifferently, even seeming disrespectful, but eomma was already used to his niece's swag attitude. "No. You don't have to do it. Your right. Eomma was just surprised you tattooed your body," said eomma casually, "Where?" ask the curious eomma. Yongju stretched out his hand and showed a tattoo on his right wrist. A small tattoo with the shape of a Hindi script and a rose strand wrapped around it. "The beautiful tattoo. Is this for your name and the rose? Ah, Eomma forgot that he likes flowers," said Eomma judging by Yongju's habit of sending me flowers.

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"Eomma is right, I love flowers, but eomma is wrong, this writing is not writing my name, but Lee Hana, because the flower I like is yours, because my rose is Hanamu," yongju said, smiling bitterly. "Do you know why I love flowers? Since eomma gave her the name Hana which means flower and sorry if over time, your niece also looked at her like a flower and wanted to pluck it" Yongju continued softly. "Hana, quickly grow into a flower, so that when I am able to face the world, I can pluck you and make you the most beautiful flower in the world," he said before he gently slipped the tattoo on his wrist.