The Ultimate Soulmate's
The Blood Red Rose
"Is oppa going to die soon?" I asked Yongju, with a flat expression after hearing those words. "Why talk like that?" I continued in an angry tone, "talk like an old man who is about to die!" grumbling. Yongju who was initially surprised to hear my first question, ended up laughing when she saw my annoyed face. "Why laugh, huh?! Is there something funny?!" I said getting angry. "Why get so angry? Oppa was just joking. Later if oppa really dies, you can no longer joke with oppa!" yongju Sahut. Both my eyes glared at hearing it. "really? Take it easy, this Hanamu can bloom on its own, it does not require oppa to make jokes for me to laugh. After all, I'm not in the mood to joke because my life is like a joke right now!" reply, indifferent.
Yongju was speechless looking at me who was back with a gloomy face. He let out a long sigh, "Hana, listen to oppa!" said it. "Say people, life is full of paradoxes. Not infrequently, life is contrary to the opinions of many people or different from what we expect. But still, all we have to do is adapt to the path of life itself. Do you think the world is just hard on you? No, the world is hard on everyone, Hana. Oppa won't judge you for everything you've done. Oppa just wants you to take wisdom from what has happened and just make it the past. Learn to improve everything so that it doesn't happen again in the future" Yongju said.
Looking at me who was silent, "Sorry, oppa did not say that to you as an adult or intend to hunt you down. Oppa just.." he said cut by me. "I know that forgetting is an act that must be done for our own sake, even if it is a compulsion" I said. "And if you spend a lot of time on something that's already in the past, then you won't find a future" he continued. I lowered my face, "but stepping onto a new path is difficult." I said softly. "But it's no harder than surviving in situations that are obviously painful to remember" he said. I kept quiet, not knowing what else to say.
"Ck, you're my stupid brother!" he continued with his regretful expression when he realized the broken look of my heart. I turned to her with a flat expression, "yes, I'm stupid.." I said slowly. "Is it just because of that one man you wither like this? Like this, you're broken?" ask her with sarcastic tone. "Do you need to send a flower every day to get my stupid flowers back in bloom, huh? Or just oppa make a flower garden for you with a row of fresh white, yellow and pink daffodils? If you don't like grass, how about camellia trees in every corner of the park? Or should you plant a plum blossom tree with beautiful branches?" he said while imagining his flower garden.
"Plums?" I said slowly, getting interested. "Why?" ask again. Yongju was silent as if he was looking for the answer in his head. "Forget it!" i'm indifferent. "Because when the temperature gets colder and the wind blows strong, plum blossom trees persist and over time, flower buds begin to appear and bloom one by one in the spring. As the plum blossom remains strong, as life and pressure get heavier, keep believing that there are still new hopes, that there will always be wisdom behind the trials and problems that exist," she answered, smiling sweetly at me.
I was astonished to hear the answer that so touched me, especially the sweet smile that looks so bright at this time. I turned my face away. "Ah, don't you like it? Or a small, snowshoe flower?" yongju, who misunderstood me, thought I didn't like his proposal. "What else is that?" my question, while grunting annoyed. "Cactus," he answered. I scrunched my forehead, as if asking again, "why should a cactus?" Yongju restrained his smile, "similar to you, petite, short, hard.. head, thorny!" he continued, then laughed with satisfaction after mocking me.
I rolled my eyes panted, "Yes, yes, oppa can call me anything" I said, lazy. "Oppa was just kidding, sorry. So, what exactly is your favorite flower?" tanyanya, while stopping her laughter. "Red roses, perhaps," I answered briefly. "really? Oppa thinks you don't like it because it's prickly. You can bleed if you get the spindles" he said. "It's okay. Are they both red? I like the blood red color," I said, chuckling. "Well, you will look for a lot of blood red roses" he promised, smiling widely. "There, really?" I murmured slowly before being stopped by the ringing of my phone.
I received a call from Junghwa asking for my position and Yongju right now. I told him and Junghwa asked us to wait because he said he would catch up with us. During my conversation with Junghwa on the phone, Yongju watched me silently. "Well, I've been smelling the jealous scent of the boy. However, you who have not noticed it, still exuded your blue scent on him. If I told you, would you still be this calm to face the baby? Ah, Hanaku.... My flowers.. Shall I tell you that there are other heavens that adore you?" thought. However, his mind was instantly dissolved after hearing my words. "God, why should I be born and meet these two annoying sisters! I've been wanting to go home, but he's forcing us to wait for him here!"
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At the end of the season, dry winter winds blow. Similarly, the cold breath of four human children who are equally worried, thinking to expand their feelings or just give up. Me and Yongju are waiting together, even though in silence spoken. Junghwa who was standing in front of his favorite motorcycle before decided to catch up with me and Daehyun who was driving his car at high speed after successfully escaping from his home.
Like fate intertwined, coincidentally, the four of us were reunited in an attention that caught each other. Daehyun who drove off without direction, saw the figure of me and Yongju who were standing in front of the flower shop. While I who was staring blankly at the road filled with motorists who passed by, recognized Daehyun's car that passed quickly in front of me. Of course, with a real face I still miss until now, being in it. As well as Junghwa who I had told our position, seemed to be driving at the end of the road, recognizing the figure of me and Yongju from a distance.
A question came to my mind, "Daehyun? Is that really you? Wh why? Why did I see you again? Inhere? Now then? After all these nightmares? No, am I dreaming?" with tears suddenly flowing without Yongju seeing it. While on the other side of the road, Daehyun, who also wanted to know the cause of this unexpected encounter, stepped on the brakes of his car firmly. Then, turn the car around, come back to me. "Every night, I have nightmares, you leave me because I hurt you. Our relationship is neglected because of the wounds I caused. But what am I seeing now? You ignored me and went with him? So, this isn't a dream?" muttered Daehyun who was under the influence of alcohol.
Yoke! A white flower arrangement in my hand, regardless of my grasp. I, who was originally daydreaming because of my energy, gasped at the baby breath flower given by Yongju, was now lying beside my feet. "Ah, sorry. I didn't realize" I said, intending to bring him back. "Let's just oppa" said Yongju who immediately bent his body to reach for the flower. Meanwhile, at the other end of the road, Junghwa also appeared to be speeding towards me and Yongju. However, it was not until the sports bike he was driving arrived at my position point, suddenly appeared from behind, a car that was traveling at high speed. The car overtook Junghwa and further drove towards me and Yongju standing up.
An event so fast. It was not even recorded clearly by my two eyes. Only the end result I can see. A streak of collisions had occurred before my eyes as Daehyun's car suddenly twisted direction and could not be controlled after being shocked by the collision that Yongju was experiencing. Daehyun was unconscious in his car. At worst, Yongju's position is now sandwiched between his car and the car that hit him earlier, which again grabbed his body for the second time, after being hit by Daehyun's car.
The tiny baby breath flowers also scattered after being hit by the car. Some of the white flowers remained on the road that was now covered with blood, like blooming under my footprints that immediately ran towards the blood-soaked Yongju. So did Junghwa who pulled the bike over and ran towards us. In a panic, I called the ambulance. Junghwa pulled the car, helped by some of the people who were there. Thanks to him, Yongju's body could be freed from the clasp. I immediately hugged Yongju's body, but he suddenly grimaced in pain. I immediately let go of my embrace and realized that there was a wide wound on his stomach.
I sat down with a trembling body looking at that gaping wound. My tears are flowing, unstoppable. Junghwa came and immediately covered the wound with both hands. "Young!" call him, with his cry too, "hold on! An ambulance is coming soon" he continued. "Hana?" call Yongju softly, while looking at me with his face that has turned deathly pale. "I'm here, oppa. I'm right here.I'll stay here until oppa survives. Oppa must be strong!" I said as I approached him again. "Hug the oppa again! It's cold.." she asked me. I hugged him again too. This time, carefully.
"It's warm." he continued, forcing a small smile, even if it ends with a ringing. "Why are they so long?" said Junghwa who increasingly looks panicked, with occasional glances towards his hands that were already wet with his brother's blood. Yongju's eyes that were originally going to be closed again he opened when he heard his sister's anxiety. "Junghwa.." he called out, touching Junghwa's hand on his stomach. Junghwa, who was called by his name, raised his bowed face. For a moment, the brothers looked at each other. Then, Yongju smiled as he said, "Junghwa, I saw it..." Junghwa blinked his pair of round eyes, not understanding. "White light shines behind you" said Yongju.
Junghwa and I stared back at Junghwa, but there was no light like Yongju said it was. Then, Junghwa and I looked at each other, confused. "Like a frozen sun." said Yongju again, closing his eyes with a small smile. Though clearly, it is now at night even though the moon seems to be hiding. Hearing it, I cried even more. There was a sudden fear running through my heart. "Omong empty, it's night not day! There is no sun now!" sahut Junghwa hard. But I'm sure he feels the same way as me.
Still with her eyes closed. "Is...is this my end?" yongju said, then coughed and drew blood from his mouth. "Opa!" call me while wiping the blood on his chin. Hearing my voice, Yongju again forced his eyes to look at me. "Hana... It seems, I am really going to die." said Yongju, with tears in his eyes. "No, oppa won't leave me!" my mouth is crying. "Don't say that! Don't joke anymore! I don't want to hear it! I'll be on the oppa side. I'm with oppa. I hope, oppa survived. Oppa must be fine," I said on the sidelines of my cries. I let go of my arms to wipe my eyes.
"Damn!" as Junghwa said, then immediately carrying Yongju's weak body, intending to find a taxi. Junghwa ran, leaving me. While in his arms, Yongju again said, "You have to beat my career, Jung.." slowly. "Close your mouth, hyung, shut up! Just hold my hand right! Hang on, we're going to the hospital now!" sahut Junghwa, while putting his brother's body into a taxi he managed to call. The driver then rushed them to the nearest hospital. In fact, Junghwa left me running late after them.
On the way to the hospital, Junghwa laid Yongju's weak body in his lap, without letting go of his grip on the hyung's hand. "Junghwa.." call Yongju again, with his voice growing weaker. "My job of looking after Hana is over." said Yongju, as he took his increasingly heavy breaths. "What else would Hyung say? I told you, shut up!" said Junghwa, sobbing. "Please take care of Hana for me, Junghwa.." pinta Yongju looked expectantly at her sister. The impervious Junghwa accepted that pitiful look, turning his face away. "Why me? Hyung take care of yourself!" he said, wiping his tears with one hand. While the other hand increasingly clasped the hand Yongju that he held since earlier, because the fear he felt was now increasingly becoming.
Yongju grimaced in pain after coughing up blood again, but Junghwa returned to see his brother's condition. "Hyung.." called him very sad. "Stupid.. I know. you like it too.." said Yongju who again forced open his mouth, although it was discontinuous. "No, I don't love him! I won't take it from hyung!" junghwa said that continuing to follow Yongju's words because according to him, asking him to talk is the only way to keep his brother from losing consciousness. However, his efforts were in vain because after this, Yongju spoke again with his increasingly disordered breathing.
"Jungs... I.. I can't believe it. If not... I... please.. grant... request... my last..." said Yongju, as his eyes slowly closed with tears and ended with his last breath. ******* the last breath was as if making Junghwa's tears freeze. "Hyung? Hyung! Speak, Hyung! Hyung! I beg you, Hyung! Don't be like this, Hyung! Awake, Hyung! Hyung!" call Junghwa repeatedly. Even the young man kept saying his brother's name as loudly as possible, "Min Yongju! Jeon Yongju's! Up, Yongju!"
Turn to me who has trouble finding a taxi around the scene. I who was pacing back and forth restlessly, immediately looked up after receiving a call from Junghwa who told me while crying sobbing, "Noona... Yongju hyung is dead..." The phone in my hand fell into the street. I cried silently looking towards the bloody scene on the street, which was strewn with white flowers and snow falling. I sat down limply when I realized the blood Yongju was spilling was exactly like the shape of a red rose blooming over the white of the snow. Being the winter flower I hate the most because from now on, this memory of eternal winter will never end for me, "because spring will go further without you, oppa!" my thinking.
