The Ultimate Soulmate's

Good afternoon, my Flower

It has been a month since my engagement party with Daehyun, my relationship with Yongju has deteriorated. Every time Yongju called me, I never accepted it. Even every time Yongju met me, I always avoided him. Every day, Yongju carries out his daily routine as a singer like a soulless undead. As of today, after finishing with his busy schedule, Yongju immediately went home to his apartment, confining himself alone in the room, without allowing anyone to disturb him.

Not long after Yongju entered his room, Junghwa came to visit his brother's apartment. "Hyung, are you inside? It's me, Junghwa" he said, knocking slowly on the door of Yongju's room. "Yongju, out! It's time you face all this completely. Don't keep fighting like this! Remember, tomorrow we have to go for your concert!" said Yongju's manager who came with Junghwa. Junghwa and the manager looked at each other because there was no affirmation at all. Junghwa knocked on Yongju's door again, "hyung, are you sleeping?" asked Junghwa gently. There is still no legitimacy from Yongju. Junghwa then tried to turn the door algae and it was not locked as usual. "Hyung, I'm in," he's permission to enter Yongju's room.

The room was quiet and dark. Only the light from the bathroom that opened the door after Yongju took a bath, gave the light in the room. The owner of the room was sitting on the floor of his room. Yongju sat leaning on the side of the bed and spread her head against the mattress with her eyes closed. Even he was still only wearing his bathing suit, without any intention of drying his hair that soaked the bed sheet.

"Hyung.." call Junghwa as he stands near Yongju. "Hyeong?" call him again as he gets closer. Slowly, Yongju opened his eyes to hear the call of his younger brother. He lifted his head, not to confirm his seat in front of the interlocutor, but because his head now felt very heavy and as a result his head was bowed again like a withered flower. As Yongju lifted his head, Junghwa saw, whether the water dripping from Yongju's wet hair or his tears were falling to the floor. "Is this destroyed you, hyung?" jonghwa asked in his heart.

Like the days ago, in this room, Yongju was performing a detoxification ritual of his liver with alcohol. There is no day without alcohol, to get drunk or just drink it because this is the way to forget his heartache. "Look at him! Though your hyung has a high level of alcohol tolerance, but since that night he always drank until drunk like this!" said the manager who was concerned to see the condition of Yongju now. Since knowing the truth of the relationship between all of us, and Yongju who did not bother with the actions of his manager who had become Daehyun's man, the manager was getting closer to Junghwa.

"Yongju, stop drinking! How can you not have a hard day if you're like this almost every day?" the manager said as he began picking up beer cans and bottles of soju and wine scattered in the room. "Grottling!" said Yongju who suddenly opened his mouth. "Yes, your manager's chatty. Can't you just skip alcohol three or four times a week? Especially tomorrow we're leaving!" his manager said, annoyed. "You should eat enough and sleep regularly for your concert! Now get up and eat. I brought you dinner, and then went to bed. I'll pick you up tomorrow night. Understood?" continued.

"Do you want me to sleep here tonight to wake you tomorrow night? I have no intention of sleeping tonight either. Accounts want to stay up late playing games because tomorrow there is no schedule," Junghwa bargained. "Good offer, but can you be trusted? If you sleep, you're harder to wake than your hyung!" sahut the manager. "My eyes, I'm staying up tonight, I'm sleeping tomorrow morning. Tomorrow night, I'll make sure hyung is ready to go!" sahut Junghwa's. "No, no. I can't believe it. Let me tomorrow be the one." said the manager cut off in Yongju's voice.

"This is your phone" the manager said, handing it over. "You want what you want with your phone? Don't tell me you want to update you now! Yongju, stop this and think about your career! Don't let your career fall and crumble!" continue manager. "I don't care! Who fell down? Now I feel like I'm flying" Yongju replied, dropping his body onto the bed after taking his phone from his manager's hand.

"Hyung didn't eat?" ask Junghwa. "I won't eat small meals" Yongju said. "What small food? I brought you your favorite food. Eat first!" the manager tried to wake Yongju up. "Aish, I told you, no!" yongju said as he brushed off the hand of the manager who pulled him. "Wait first! What's this smell?" ask Yongju. "Don't you?" ask Junghwa. The manager let out a faint sigh, "Let's be honest because the smell is coming about your life!" sarcasm answered. "Oh, yes, this is my favorite smell!" retali Yongju, laughed as he inhaled the smell of alcohol filling his room.

At the end of his laughter, Yongju again raved, "Career, honor, money, trophies, stadiums, concerts, sometimes it was all scary and I just wanted to escape. Junghwa, when you become a superstar, you party every day, but also grieve every day over reality. Everyone will leave you alone, but forget about them! I don't care anyway. Tomorrow will come again. You and me, we're going through this day without them." Junghwa and the manager just let out a long sigh looking at him. "Yes. Already, it's better for hyung to sleep. Tonight, I'm going to stay here" Junghwa said, pulling a blanket over his hyung.

Yongju fell asleep afterwards, but a few hours later, just as the afternoon sunlight came through the window curtain and hit his bareface, he woke up on his own, while Junghwa fell asleep in his gaming chair instead. Yongju opened his phone to see what time it was, but his eyes came to a halt as his phone screen lit up and displayed a picture of me smiling beautifully. "Good day, my flower" he said with a sweet smile.

For a long time, Yongju enjoyed the view of waking up from the screen of his phone. The first activity he always does every waking up, looking at a picture of me that meets the memory of his phone, but something different this time. Her hand stopped scrolling through my photo in her gallery and instead pressed her contact icon, then dialed my number. Whether still under the influence of alcohol or with full consciousness, Jeon's second son contacted me again.