Parallel Lines(1)

8/4/2019 Parallel Lines(1)

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Parallel LinesBy: Ssangchudream


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Even after all this time the sun never says to the Earth, You owe me.

Look what happens with a love like that, it lights up the whole sky.

~Hafiz - a Persian poet of the 1300~


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~Prologue ~

A woman in black, her fingers wrapped around a single stem

of calla lily the whiteness of the flower stood in starkcontrast against her midnight dress.

A man stood behind her, but not close enough for her to notice his

presence. Watching. Hurting.

The woman reached out with her other hand and felt the etchings of

the stone tablet in front of her, each movement a yearning of what

would never be again.

The man took in the way her shoulders hunched and shook with

barely contained pain. Powerless.

The two of them forever parallel lines, never meant to intersect.


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~Chapter 1~

Yoogeuny, please be good for omma, Hwangbo pleads, tellingherself not to cry, reminding herself that this is not personal, that he

really doesnt hate her despite what hes saying right now.

She looks desperately at her crying five years old son. It has been

just the two of them for so long, Yoogeuny and Omma against the

world, that Hwangbo could understand his distress at what his young

self consider to be an act of desertion by her.

Suddenly there is a knock on her door and a voice calls in, Noona,

its me. Can I come in?

Oh Hyun Joong! Yeah, come in, Hwangbo yells, feeling guilty.

Yoogeuns cries must have woken her friend and neighbor up.

A rapid series of beeps follow and Hyun Joong enters the apartment.

He looks sympathetically at both mother and son before going down

on his knees, facing the little one.

Im so sorry, Hyun Joong. Hes having more issues than I anticipated

with my going back to work, Hwangbo explains.

Dont worry, noona. I was up already, Hyun Joong dismisses her

concerns while looking at the now hiccupping five years old boy,


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Yoogeun-ah. What did samchhon told you about being a brave young

man for omma?

But omma is leaving me, Yoogeun sobs.

No, shes not, Yoogeuny. Shes just going to work like youre going

to school. You will see her again when you go home , Hyun Joong

patiently explains.

No! I have to go to jobumos* house afterward, Yoogeun weeps,

fresh tears making tracks down his baby cheeks.

How about this, Yoogeuny. What if samcchon* takes you to school

today and Ill pick you up also? We can go for some ice cream

afterwards too? Hyun Joong asks.

No, Hyun Joong! You have work, dont worry about it. He needs to

learn to let me go anyway, Hwangbo interrupts, her voice fraught

with worries.

I only need to come in for a couple of hours, noona. I was planning

to be bored but now Yoogeuny can keep me company, Hyun Joong

smiles.

All right, if youre really sure, Hwangbo hesitates.


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We will be fine, noona. Ill get the car seat from the front rooms

closet and take him in a bit, Hyun Joong cheerfully replies.

Yoogeuny, be good ok, baby? You know omma loves you more than

anything in this world, Hwangbo says as she envelopes her son in a

hug. Ill see you tonight, all right?

Ok, omma. Yoogeuny answers, a picture of happiness now that his

beloved samcchon is there with him.

Good luck, noona. You will be fantastic today! Hyun Joong

encourages as he and Yoogeun wave Hwangbo good bye at the

door.

Bye guys, thank you again, Hyun Joong! Hwangbo waves back,

grateful once again for the fact that Hyun Joong decided to move nextdoor years ago.

~~

Three years earlier

The persistent noise pierced through Hwangbos brain sending up a

white flare of pain. Muttering curses, she fumbled for something to

throw over herself and walked to the door. Hwangbo threw it open

with an angry bang.


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Noona! Hyun Joong, her friend and ex-colleague, greeted her

enthusiastically. Hwangbo winced at his buoyancy.

Hyun Joong? What are you doing here? Hwangbo asked, her voice

hoarse. It had been a long time since she spoke to anyone.

I live here now, noona. He answered, smiling still. Hwangbo wished

he would stop doing that. I just move in next door so I thought I come

to let you know that if you ever need to borrow a cup of sugar, Im

there! Although to be honest, the only thing you can borrow from me

now would be some tap water.

Uh huh.ok good, thank you for letting me know, bye now,

Hwangbo replied uncaringly, already wanting to return to her bed.

If he noticed her disheveled appearance or the pitch darkness of her

place, Hyun Joong didnt comment on it. Instead he smiled some

more and said, All right, noona. Ill see you around, before turning

around to walk to his adjacent apartment.

Hwangbo nodded, slammed her door shut, and went back to her

living mausoleum. Not noticing how her new neighbor had paused

just short of his door or how his face had transformed into a portrait of

raw pain as he gazed at her back.


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~~

Noona had a hard time this morning, hyung, Hyun Joong describes

as he starts to arrange the flowers he bought earlier. I was afraid for

a moment she wouldnt let me help, such a stubborn woman that one

is.

Finishing his task, Hyun Joong goes about weeding the few stray

plants that have popped up since his last visit, And she started to

pace again at night. Over and over again, twenty steps to the right

and back twenty steps to the left.

Straightening up, Hyun Joong stares at the stone tablet in front of

him. How did you make her happy, hyung?

~~

Five years earlier

Youre the man whos in love with my fiance, arent you? a low

voice cut through Hyun Joongs inebriate state. He looked up blearily

at a tall man, in his mid thirty, wearing on his face what could be the

friendliest grin Hyun Joong had ever seen.

Who the hell are you? Hyun Joong asked not caring to be polite.

The man smiled further at his answer and dropped down on the chair


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next to him.

I dont think weve ever been properly introduced, Hyun Joong-shi.

My name is Song Joong-ki, the man offered his hand. Hyun Joong

didnt take it. Unperturbed by this, the man signaled the bartender

over, Ill have what hes having and a refill, Hyun Joong-shi?

Hyun Joong looked down his glass, drown it in one gulp and

shrugged, Why not?

Im sorry it took me this long to talk to you, Joong-ki began, I

always wanted to meet the man who loves Hye Jung like I do.

Hyun Joong stared at the other man in disbelief, What are you

talking about?

I know youre in love with her, Hyun Joong-shi, because I see myself

reflected in you whenever you look at her. Its hard to miss that

alteration to your features as you watch Hye Jung since I see the

same thing when I look into the mirror. She makes life sort of brighter,

doesnt she? Joong-ki asked, his eyes lit with understanding and

warm sympathy.

How do you know this? Hyun Joong stammered, feeling himself

stripped down to his bare skeletons. What the other man said was a

secret he meant to bury forever upon the announcement of Hye


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Jungs wedding to this person here, the one next to him, the one

talking as if Hyun Joong shouldnt be hating his guts.

I know Im probably the most hated man in your life right now and

this conversation could just come off as me gloating, but I just want

you to know I sincerely appreciate your feelings for Hye Jung. Loving

someone is a beautiful thing and while Im not sorry to have her love,

Im sorry that there is only one of her. I sort of think the world will be a

better place if theres more than one Hye Jung around, Joong-ki

smiled deeply.

I know we cant ever be friend in the true sense of the word, but

please know that I respect you if only for your having the good taste

to fall in love with her, he grinned amicably and continued, And

please continue to love Hye Jung for as long as you can because

being the smitten man that I am, I just want her to have as much loveas it is possible.

I have to go now, Joong-ki said, standing up and slipping several

bills under his glass .Remember to call a cab to go home tonight,

ok? Then flashing that damn affable smile of his once again, he left.

Hyun Joong found himself watching the others back, unable to bring

himself to feel what he should be feeling toward that man. Instead he

found himself almost admiring the one crushing what could have

been his happy ending.


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~Notes~

Jobumo = grandparent

Samcchon = uncle, also used when its not a blood relative but

especially close anyway.


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~Chapter 2~

I just picked him up, noona, Hyun Joong says as he slowly

maneuvers his car into traffic. We gonna go get some ice cream

then drop by JaeJongs place so I can pick up my music sheets.

Thank you, Hyun Joong. Lets me treat you to dinner tonight, ok? Ill

stop and pick up some food before going home. I should be there

around 7, Hwangbo answers, fidgeting impatiently as the stylist paint

on another layer of eye shadow. She has forgotten how tedious the

whole process of looking real for the audience could be.

Sounds like a good plan, bye noona, Hyun Joong replies before

hanging up the phone.

~~

Three years earlier

In the immediate months after the accident, Hwangbo walked in a

haze, feeling herself a hollow and transparent vessel. She was

vaguely aware of things happening around her, of faces looking at

her in concern, of a child crying for his omma, but she passedthrough it all like a ghost forever doomed to wander Earth in frozen

solitude.

Hwangbo shut off contact with almost everyone and spent her times


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in a pitch dark room, wanting to cry herself to sleep but the tears

refused to come. Usually she would just fall asleep near dawn; her

body exhausted by the dry wrenching sobs. Then there were the

times when she lashed out in impotent rage at the world for being

alive when the one she loved was not. In a fit of macabre theatric,

Hwangbo covered all the mirrors in her house.

One early morning, she woke up to tiny warm body nestling against

her side. Hwangbo looked down to the sight of her son with one

thumb in his mouth and fresh tear drops still cling on his heavy

eyelashes, eyelashes thats wasted on a guy. Just like his fathers

were.

As she lay there in the stillness of dawn, listening to the soft

breathings of her son, and the palpations of her heart, Hwangbo

realized it was time to live again.~~

Omma! Hwangbo feels a small bundle of energy hit her in the knees

and she looks down to her son beaming up.

Yoogeuny! Have you been a good boy today to samcchon?

Hwangbo asks as she scoops Yoogeun up.

Uh huhwe got ice cream and visited with Jaejong-ahjusshi who

gave me a gold fish! Yoogeun tells her excitedly. I named him Duk.


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Welcome home, noona, Hyun Joong smiles up at Hwangbo from his

seat on the black sofa, which replaced her old beloved ivory one

when Yoogeun discovered the magic of crayons. Judging from the

various papers strewed on the low table, Hyun Joong is in the middle

of his works.

Thanks, its good to be home, Hwangbo grins, setting Yoogeun

down. Her son runs and sits down on the little stool Hyun Joong had

set up. It seems Yoogeun is also in the middle of some important

works such as drawing on Jung Min-ahjusshis hair. Its electric blue.

She supposes thats an improvement from the hot pink last time.

Hwangbo sinks down on the couch next to Hyun Joong and lets out a

sigh of contentment. She watches in silent for awhile before prodding

Hyun Joong with her finger.

Hmm? He asks absentmindedly, not bothering to look up from his

works.

It just occurs to me that this your first semi-day off in like 2 weeks,

shouldnt you be out there doing things? Hwangbo questions.

Things? What kind of things? Hyun Joong asks bemused.

I dont know, sowing your wild oats and all that, Hwangbo shrugs.


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Im afraid Im not too much of a farmer, noona, Hyun Joong answers

cheekily.

Brat! Hwangbo exclaims, poking the other again, I meant shouldnt

you be at least on a date or something?

Im not interested in anyone at the moment, Hyun Joong yawns,

raising his arms in a stretch. Immediately, Yoogeun follows and the

two of them grin at each other in perfect understanding. Hwangbo

chuckles at her sons antic before continuing, Why not? You come

into contact with some of the most beautiful women in Korea.

Yeah, but I dont like any of them, Hyun Joong replies.

How can that be, Hyun Joong? Weve been living as neighbor for

more than three years and I have yet seen you with a girl, Hwangboponders.

Well, I guess its not entirely true that I dont like anyone, Hyun

Joong muses. I suppose I should have said I like someone but she

doesnt notice me.

The famous Kim Hyun Joong cant get a girl? Hwangbo gasps in

surprise as the other gets up and heads toward the kitchen.

Hyun Joong looks over his shoulder and smiles wryly, Funny, isnt


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it?

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Three years earlier.

You do realize what you are about to do, right? Jaejong asked.

Yep, Hyun Joong answered while arranging his manga collection

into various boxes.

And you do understand it could amount to nothing, right? Jaejong

persisted.

Yep, the other replied. Can you push the lid down while I tape it

up?

You love her this much? Jaejong pondered, while doing as

instructed.

Yep.


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~Chapter 3~

Unnie, youre going and thats it! In Young commands.

In Young-ah! Im telling you Im not interested. I just want to stay

home and laze around, Hwangbo whines into her phone.

Thats all you do, unnie! You need to get dressed up and go out and

I dont know, experience being a woman again, In Young reproves.

What? Did I get sex change operation without knowing about it or

something? Hwangbo asks, frowning.

No, unnie, I meant that for these past few years, you have just been

Yoogeunys omma and thats it. But that is just one aspect of who you

are. Youre a beautiful vibrant woman, unnie. I want you to not forget

that, In Young answers. Look, just do this one blind date, araso? If

you dont like it, Ill not pester you anymore. Besides, I assure you the

one Im setting you up with is yowza!

Youre not letting me off until I say yes, arent you? Hwangbo sighs.

Yep. In Young laughs. This Saturday at 8pm. The restaurant is

that Japanese one that you love,Sayuri.

All right, Hwangbo answers. Ill cash in on Borams baby-sitting


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coupons.

Oh dont worry about Yoogeuny. Kye Hoon and I will take him that

night.

Uhh

Shut up, unnie! You know were good with him. Besides, Kye Hoon

is like in love with your kid. So we will pick him up around 5 that

afternoon. Also, wear that dress that I got you for your birthday, In

Young instructs.

What? The one with that slit? Hwangbo asks, aghast.

Yes! Be the woman that I know you can be behind all those baby spit

clothes! In Young cheers, hanging up before Hwangbo has a chanceto protest further.

Three years earlier

Hye Jung-ah, Joong-ki called softly.

Ommo, chagiya, youre awake. How are you feeling? Hwangbo

asked crossing from the other side of the room where she was busy

cutting up some fruits. Are you hungry? I got some really sweet

apricots Hyun Joong brought over.


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Ill eat later, yeobo. How are you? Wheres Yoogeuny? Joong-ki

replied, reaching out for his wifes hand.

Hes with my omma and appa right now. And you silly, youre the

one in bed with tubes sticking out of you and youre asking me how

Im feeling? Hwangob joked, closing her hand over the others.

I look as handsome as the day we first met, dont I? he laughed.

Better actually since the first time I met you, you were covered with

mud and was aiming a ball of that at me! Hwangbo answered, her

voice full of mirth and nostalgia.

Your oppa told me to do it! Joong-ki defended himself. Anyway,

dont tell me it was because you hold a grudge about that mud ball

that you didnt let me pursue you for years.

Correction, you didnt pursue me for years because you always saw

me as oppas brash and tomboy younger sister, Hwangbo chided

softly.

That was stupid of me, wasnt it? Joong-ki commented.

Very much so, but its ok, you got me now and we got Yoogeuny and

you shall walk out of this hospital soon enough, Hwangbo smiled.


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Her husband didnt answer but just continued to stare at her as if

wanting to paint her with brush strokes so lovely Van Goh would

weep.

Hye Jung-ah, you know that will not happen, Joong-ki began gently.

We have never lie to each other yet, lets not begin now. I will not

walk out of this place with you and Yoogeuny no matter how much I

want to, and it hurts me knowing this in such a way I didnt even think

was possible.

The world went dark but Hwangbo mustered up all the courage she

had to be calm and collected in the face of reality. Her husband was

right; they had never lied to each other and the chances of him

walking out of here hovered on the edge of zero. She squeezed

Joong-kis hand tight, letting him know she was ready to listen to what

he needed her to hear.

Youre a marvelous woman, Hwangbo Hye Jung, her husband

continued, closing his eyes briefly, the pain had begun to return. You

havent cry yet, have you?

No, Joong-ki, Hwangbo replied.

I think youre the only woman I know who cry more when shes

happy than when shes sad. You scared the crap out of me when you

started bawling the night I proposed to you, Joong-ki reminisced


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fondly. Hwangbo chuckled at the memory. He was right; tears

seemed to come easier to her in happiness.

So dont cry when the time comes if you dont want to, no matter

what anybody says. We understand each other by just one breath

more than what others take away from a roomful of words, so grieve

for me in your own way, at your own time, yeobo, he stopped,

looking at her. Hwangbo nodded.

Joong-ki smiled, But more importantly, I need you to be strong and

not get lodged in the quicksand of memories, Hye Jung. I want, no I

need you to be always and forever Hwangbo Hye Jung, the girl who

pelted mud at me after my first aim at her,, the woman who chided

me for spending too much on her engagement ring after kissing me

quite breathless, and the woman who can sit here calmly while her

husband makes his deathbed wishes. They broke the mold whenthey made you, yeobo. Dont let me shadow the brightness that is

you.

~~

Hyun Joong? What are you doing here? Hwangbo asks in surprise.

Shes standing in front ofSayuriwaiting for her date to show up, but

got Hyun Joong instead.

Im here for my blind date because I was bullied by In Young-noona,

Hyun Joong complained. What about you, noona?


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Oh me too, Hwangbo replies looking at her friend disconcertedly.

Surely, In Young cant be this audacious in setting up her with Hyun

Joong.

You dont think In Young-noona wants us to Hyun Joong begins

before a voice of dusky midnight interrupts him, Hello, Hyun Joong-

shi?

Looking over Hyun Joongs shoulder, Hwangbo gazes at the

newcomer. God can be really unfair sometimes when he doled out

genetic benefits, she muses. Long jet-black hair cascaded down on a

pair of slim shoulder, framing a face made for poetries and love

stories, the other woman is striking in every sense of the word.

Hwangbo looks back at her friend and read signs of appreciation on

Hyun Joongs features. An unconscious flit of displeasure shootsthrough her but she quickly dismisses it. Only a blind man could fail to

see the stunning creature in their midst.

Hello, Shin Mi-shi? Hyun Joong asks.

Yes, comes the reply accompany by a brilliant smile. Nice to meet

you, am I late?

No, youre not, Im early, Hyun Joong answers, beaming. Hwango

suddenly feels very out of place. She starts to think of a way to


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extricate herself gracefully from the situation when a fourth voice joins

the conversation. Hwangbo-shi? Im Tae Jung-Hwan, I apologize for

my tardiness.

Hwangbo looks over her shoulder and smiles in delight. Turning

around, she offers her hand, Hello, its all right. Youre perfectly on

time. This is Hyun Joong, a friend of mine and his date, Shin Mi-shi.

Nice to meet you all, shall we go into the restaurant? Jung-Hwan

smiles while offering his arm to his companion. Hwangbo takes it with

pleasure and the two of them proceed first into the building. The

others follow close behind.

Hyun Joongs gaze continues to linger on the other man and his jaw

hardens. Sometimes he swears he hates In Young noona. He is not

unaware of the power of his own looks but this man, the one laughingwith Hye Jung, brings sexual appeal to a whole other level. Dark hair,

a lean frame that nevertheless hint at underlying muscular force,

shadowy eyes that can make angel falls and saint sins, the man

exudes an easy air of undistilled and excitingly dangerous

lasciviousness. He strolls next to Hye Jung with a gentle swagger that

makes women thoughtful and makes mens knuckles go white. The

room momentarily hushes at the entrance of the two and quickly rises

to a shrill buzz.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, the maitre-de greets them. A


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party of four?

Yes, Hyun Joong immediately replies, choosing to ignore the

irritation crossing over Jung Hwans face. He knows exactly whatsgoing on in the other mans mind as his eyes take in the delicious

picture of Hye Jung in her dress of burnt orange with a slit thats

surely illegal in some parts of Korea.

Dont be silly, Joongie-ah. We came separately, so two tables for

two, please, Hwangbo laughs. And before Hyun Joong could protest,

she and Jung-Hwan are being lead away and a waiter appears to

conduct him and his date to the opposite side of the room.

Hyun Joong suddenly feels very annoyed.


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~Chapter 4~

Six months ago

Unnie! In Young and Solbi cried out simultaneously as Hwangbo

opened the door to their knocks.

Come in, come in! Hwangbo greeted them warmly, giving each of

her friends a tight hug. Theres mimosa on the table there, and some

peach juice for the preggo woman.

Shin Aes bright laughter filled the room. She was glowing with that

unique light of an expectant mother. Hwangbo beamed at the sight of

her friends who were all looking especially lovely. She instructed

them to the dining room table which was overflowed with dishes for

their brunch. Her friends exclaimed in pleasures at the sight of it all

and Shin Ae immediately went for the tiers of cupcakes.

How did you have time to make all of this, unnie? Especially with

little Yoogeuny running around, Solbi asked, impressed.

Oh, Hyun Joong knew you guys were coming over, so he offered to

take Yoogeun out for the day, Hwangbo answered.

Ahh, Hyun Joong to the rescue! You know Im starting to think he


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must have committed some crimes against you in the past life or

something, In Young joked and earned a swat on the arms from

Hwangbo.

You know, unnie, I always wonder, why didnt you guys dated back

then? Solbi mused as she took her seat on the various low cushions

Hwangbo had laid out on her sun deck. Shin Ae got the sole chair.

We all saw some kind of spark there, didnt we? Solbi looked at In

Young and Shin Ae. The other two nodded; their mouths too busy

with crme puff and hollandaise eggs and buttery toasts to answer.

I think we did make some sort of connection back then, Hwangbo

acknowledged, But you know how his life was. He was barely

surviving with all his projects, and I wasnt sure enough of that

connection to add onto his already overwhelming life. So weremained friends, great friends at that. Plus, soon after that Joong-ki

came back from studying abroad and you all know how that ended

up. She ended coyly, eyes dancing with mirth.

Her friends smiled back in delight and relief. They all knew the pain

was still there for Hwangbo but she had begun to regain those

flashes of color that they had always loved to see in her.

And now? In Young asked playfully.


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Now? Oh god, I dont think he would ever entertain such thoughts,

Hwangbo laughed loudly.

Why not? Solbi asked curious.

Because he has seen me at some of my possible worst moments

ever, Hwangbo replied, eyes crinkled with amusement. She

continued laughingly, Just two months ago, he came back from an

over sea trip. Yoogeun was sick with the chicken pox that entire week

so I basically looked like Ive been to Hell and back. In economy

class.

Hwangbo paused, taking a sip of her mimosa, When he saw me,

Hyun Joong basically dragged me to the bathroom, barricaded me

inside it and told me that hes not letting me out until I take a bath, or

at least a very long shower. He said I looked worse than thehomeless ahjusshi who lived near the neighborhood gas station.

Her friends chortled at her words, earning reproved glances from

Hwangbo, but before long, she joined in their merriment. Wiping tears

from her eyes, Hwangbo concluded, So yeah, Im pretty sure Hyun

Joong couldnt possibly see me in any kind of romantic light

whatsoever.

~~

Wearing her favorite polka dot pajamas with the big food stain left by


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Yoogeun, Hwangbo shuffles to Hyun Joongs door, clutching a box of

cereal. She rings the doorbell, waits, and when no one answers,

thoughts of clandestine affairs dance through her mind but before that

could get any more rated R, the door opens.

Hey noona, I was in the shower, Hyun Joong explains, one hand

still in the midst of toweling his hair dry.

So are you alone? Hwangbo asks, peering over his shoulder.

What? Of course, I am alone! Hyun Joong answers somewhat

indignantly. What do you take me for? Some sort of manwhore?

When Hwangbo doesnt immediately reply, Hyun Joong turns around

in a huff and stalks back into his apartment. Laughing, Hwangbo

follows after him and tugs at his shirt, Im sorry! I didnt mean to takeso long in answering. Its just when you asked, I realized I never

really give much thought to that question so

Not quite mollified by her answer, Hyun Joong continues to show his

back in what hes hoping to be a disapproving manner. But Hwangbo

gives his shirt a hard yank, swivels him around and flashes a brilliant

smile.

Come on, Joongie-ah. Dont be mad. Look! I brought your favorite

cereal. Honey Toasted Oats! she woos.


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Hyun Joong gives up his pouting and smiles back. The two of them

head toward the small kitchen and after some rummaging, Hyun

Joong produces two mismatched bowls and spoons. Meanwhile,

Hwangbo has taken out the milk from the fridge and begins to pour

out flakes of crispy oats. Hyun Joong adds in the milk. Then they take

their seat on opposite end of the couch in his living room.

So how did your date with Shin Mi ends? Hwangbo asks after a few

minutes of digging into her breakfast.

Boringly, Hyun Joong sighs. You know, all that beauty is quite

wasted on such a brain.

Joongie, thats mean! Hwangbo admonishes.

Im not being mean! Hyun Joong defends himself. For example,

when I asked her if she has any special skills, she said exercising! I

mean come on! Thats a hobby, not a skill.

Hwangbo chuckles at her friends annoyed expression but adds,

Well, maybe she was just slightly confused. You cant just dismiss

her for that. The girl is gorgeous!

So what? If I have to hear one more time how many pair of Manolo

heels she has, I will hurt myself just to have an excuse to leave,"


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Hyun Joong mutters. How about your date? How does Tae Jung

Hwan-shi measures up?

Oh, hes pretty much perfect, Hwangbo replies airily, missing the

slight darkening of Hyun Joongs features. We had a great time

talking, he was witty and charming. Plus hes definitely not bad to

look at. And you know, he actually called, not text mind you, to see if I

made it back all right.

So when are you going to see him again? Hyun Joong asks, hoping

his tone is not as curt as his feeling are right now.

Oh, never, Hwangbo answers while looking into her now empty

bowl with a slight expression of discontent. Hyun Joong hands her a

banana that he just retrieved from the fruit bowl on the kitchen

counter. Peeling his own, he waits for the other to elaborate. Whenshe doesnt seem to incline to, Hyun Joong nudges her with one foot.

Noona! Put down the banana and continue.

What? Hwangbo asks dreamily, her mind obviously occupied by

something else. Seeing Hyun Joongs long suffering expression, she

laughs, Oh! Sorry. I was thinking whether this Monday is Yoogeunys

field trip or the next one. Anyway, like Ive said, Im not seeing him

again.

But why, noona? He seems to be quite smitten by you and you just


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said he was perfect, Hyun Joong presses on while wondering why

hes shooting himself in the foot. Really, man! Like you dont have

enough competition as is? he thinks to himself.

Exactly. Hes perfect! And look at me, Im a mess, Hwangbo

gestures at her stained pajamas and disheveled bun. Did you know

that it took me four? Four! Hwangbo jabs four fingers in the air to

emphasize, Hours to get ready last night. I kept on getting distracted

by thoughts of whether I packed enough clothes for Yoogeuny this

weekend and I swear, I forgot how to put on make up by myself or

something. At one point, I looked like that carnival clown that almost

made Young Saeng cried that one time.

So? Why does that matter? Hyun Joong asks, confused.

So I dont have time for these kinds of things anymore. Or I guess Idont want to put up with these things either. I cant take the pressure

of dressing up for anyone or any event that is not a work or a PTA

functions. If a guy wants to court me, he will have to court me looking

like this, Hwangbo explains.

I see. Well then, messy woman, what are you planning to do today?

Hyun Joong questions, taking the bowl from the other.

Today I have very awesome plans of cleaning the apartment, doing

several loads of laundry, and grocery shopping. I know, be jealous,


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be very jealous, Hwangbo answers, her eyes dancing with

merriment. How about you?

Im going into the studio to listen to some tracks they lay down for

me then Im going to play soccer with the boys, Hyun Joong

answers.

Oh, the young-masters? Hwangbo asks using her old affectionate

term for the rest of Double S.

Yeah, why dont you come with us? Hyun Joong proposes.

I want to but I have so many things to do. I want to get them done

before picking up Yoogeuny, Hwangbo replies regretfully.

How about this? You get your cleaning and laundry self on, but leavegrocery for tomorrow. I have to do mine as well. We can do them

together and Ill unload for you. Just pick up Yoogeuny when youre

done at home and drops by the field near the University, Hyun Joong

offers. Then for added persuasion, he winks which just make the

other guffaw in a bout of mirth.

All right, all right. Who can resist the Kim Hyun Joongs wink? The

wink that sold a million fried chickens, Hwangbo teases. Then before

he can retaliate, Hwangbo runs back to her place with a banana she

nicked from the bowl at the last minute.


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~~

Five years earlier.

And this is my partner in crime, Song Joong-ki. Hyun Joong looked

up in surprise at the introduction. He was at United, a new company

he was about to sign on with. United was only established within the

last couple of years, but it had been gaining a solid reputation for their

treatments of their artists. When Hyun Joong started to let out rumors

that he was about to leave SS501, its president had approached him.

He had immediately liked the man, Min Jae-shi, who was only a few

years older than him. Hyun Joong was impressed by the laid back

and yet completely passionate attitudes the man had for music and

after several meetings, he chose to sign on, which everyone told him

was a big gamble. But for some reasons, Hyun Joong got a gut

feeling toward this decision.

He was told by Min Jae-shi that United was founded by him and his

friend. Min Jae was in charge of the dining and wheeling part of the

business, which meant it was his responsibility to seek out and woo

artists. His friend, on the other hand, was in charge of the more

technical aspect of it which Min Jae said with some distaste, the

paper works.

As fate would have it, the other president turned out to be Song

Joong-ki, her husband. The last time Hyun Joong saw this other man


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was that night in the bar because he didnt attend the wedding, citing

work obligations. She had called him and yelled at him for neglecting

her on her special day. Hyun Joong had chuckled partly because he

missed her voice and partly because if he didnt, he wasnt sure he

wouldnt have broken down there and then. Instead he pacified her by

saying that her present was in the mail. She had laughed in that loud

endearing ways of her and said that shes letting him off this time but

he better make some times for her later on.

He still hadn't yet.

Hyun Joong looked at the other man carefully to see if there was any

indication of discomfort on the others part. Of course, there wasnt,

Hyun Joong thought resentfully.

I have another appointment so please excuse me. Joong-ki, be niceto him. Hes our biggest client yet and remember you have Hwangbo-

shi to feed now too, Min Jae joked while shaking each mans hand.

Joong-ki smiled at him, his happiness radiating at the mention of his

wife.

When Min Jae left the room, he turned toward Hyun Joong and said

with perfect friendliness, Im glad youre here, Hyun Joong-shi.

Please seat down

I guess you always have one up on me, huh? Joong-ki shi. First


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Hy...Hwangbo-shi and now this, with you being my boss, Hyun

Joong couldnt help but said bitterly when he finally seated.

The other man looked up in surprise and with displeasure, but didnt

immediately reply. Instead he leaned back in his chair and stared at

Hyun Joong before speaking, I know youre still hurting so I will

forgive you for that remark about my wife, Hyun Joong-shi. Shes not

a game for us to up on.

Hyun Joong flushed with embarrassment.

Joong- ki continued, As for my being your boss, youre also gravely

wrong. Like what I know my partner must have told you when you

guys were in negotiations, at our agency, everything is a partnership.

Everything you create is your own; we claim no right on your works or

you as an artist. Vice versa, you will have no right to expect us tointervene or save you from your own blunders. If you screw

something up in public, thats on you. Were not interested in anything

besides facilitating the business aspects of your works and to provide

whatever technical supports you need in working. Do we have an

understanding, Hyun Joong-shi?

Hyun Joong nodded curtly, feeling chastised.

At his agreement, Joong-ki broke out a small grin, Good! Im glad

you are here with us, Hyun Joong-shi. Lets make some good


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music.

~~

Poor boy is wiped out, Hyun Joong remarks watching Hwangbo

putting Yoogeun to bed.

Yeah, the young masters tired him out today, Hwangbo replies while

patting the cover over her son firmly. She straightens up and gazes at

her son with something only an omma can understand. She looks at

Hyun Joong standing besides her and her heart warms at the way the

other is staring at her son, a mixture of tenderness, pride and

something fiercely protective. Almost like a father would.

Gesturing quietly to the door, Hwangbo leads the way out the room.

Once outside, she heads for the couch and pats it invitingly. Hyun

Joong sits down next to her with a sigh of contentment. Its been a fullday for the three of them. As planned, Hwangbo had taken Yoogeun

over to the soccer field and the afternoon was spent in a haze of blue

sky, laughter, and some very muddy faces afterward.

I didnt think anyone has the capability to tire Yoogeuny out like that,

Hwangbo ponders, The young masters definitely have some skills.

Oh, I dont know, noona. I heard Kyu muttering to Jungmin how they

should stopped by the pharmacy for some heating pads before going

home, Hyun Joong grins.


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Hwangbo chuckles while shuffling the various music sheets in front of

her. Hyun Joong has brought them over while she was making dinner

earlier. She glances with interests at his half finished compositions,

often with little doodling on the side. On one page entitled For you, it

looks as if Hyun Joong had started a game of tic-tac-to with

Yoogeun.

Do you miss it? The idol life with millions of screaming fangirls?

Hwangbo asks. She impishly adds, I mean, how does it feels to go

from millions of screaming fangirls to just several thousands?

I suppose I do. Not the screaming parts but the part of standing on

the stage with the other four, drinking in the success of our combined

hard works, Hyun Joong contemplates. At the same time though, it

isnt if that chapter of my life is permanently closed. We can alwayshave a reunion concert, but for now, Im enjoying just creating music

for others to perform.

I think you shocked everyone when you made that decision five

years ago, Hyun Joong. I still remember the surprise on Joong-kis

face as he realized who just signed on with his company, Hwangbo

reminisces.

I owed a lot to hyung, noona. He made the transition from being a

Double S to a solo artist to a songwriter much easier for me than it


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would have been, Hyun Joong explains. And Im still grateful at how

receptive the other guys were when I told them my decision. I guess

in a way, we were all ready to grow up from being SS501.

Yeah, and it helps that you keep on making hits for them, Hwangbo

laughs.

Hahayeah that does help a lot, Hyun Joong laughs and continues,

But it started out as a logical choice, writing for their solo projects.

Even now, I could only write songs about and for people I have a

personal connection with.

Really? Hwangbo asks, surprised.

Yep, look at this one. This is for my omma and this one is for Baby

about his first love. I think that was the first time I actually saw him asa man and not just a bratty maknae, Hyun Joong shows her two

songs he just finished.

What about me, Hyun Joong? Did you compose a song about me

too? Hwangbo asks jokingly.

No, noona. I didnt, Hyun Joong replies.

Aww. Hwangbo sighs, looking slightly forlorn. Hyun Joong grins at

her apologetically. She wrinkles her nose at him before getting up


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and asks, Im going to make a cup of tea, do you want one?

Yeah, thanks, Hyun Joong answers, then quietly adds to himself,

You cant be contained in a song, Hye Jung-ah. For you, I would

have to write a symphony.


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~Chapter 5~

Three years earlier.

Hows your new place, hyung? Seung Hyun asked, peering at his

friend who was sitting there with a remote expression.

Hmm? Oh, its fine, Hyun Joong replied distantly then added, Did

you know you can cross the entire room with only 20 steps?

Uh Seung Hyun stammered, looking perplexed but JaeJoong

quickly interrupted him, Is noona still pacing, Hyun Joong?

Yeah, every night. Over and over again. Twenty steps to the left,

back twenty steps to the right. Till dawn, Hyun Joong answered, his

voice a mixture of frustration and despondency.

Oh hyung, Seung Hyun sighed while patting his friends shoulders.

He knew of Hyun Joongs decision only after it was made. And while

he thought it was a rather foolish one, he knew once Hyun Joong

made up his mind, there was no turning back. All he could do was to

sit back and watched his friend walked the perilous path of

heartache.

Well, heres to Hyun Joong, JaeJoong raised his glass. He looked

over at his friend with sympathy and added without malice, The great


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love fool.

~~

For most of the 365 days in a year, Hwangbo is functional and mostly

content. Some days, shes even happy. But the remaining days are

the times when she feels as if shes slowly but surely coming apart at

the seams.

Today is one of those days.

Every breath she takes is a million pinprick points of pain, of the

gruesome reminder that she herself is alive, and of the crushing pang

of loneliness.

Nighttime is almost always worse and this night more so because she

doesnt even have the comfort of watching Yoogeuny battling variousmonsters and pirates in his sleep. His cousin had asked him to spend

the night. And so Hwangbo is alone, wrestling with her demons, and

wishes to escape if only for a few hours before dawn. She knows

what she is about to do will cross lines that should never be crossed

but god helps her in her weakness; she cant fight this battle tonight.

And so Hwangbo wanders over to Hyun Joongs door like a ghost

punished for past sin and rings his doorbell. She winces as the sound

reverberated from inside the room, a noisy censure of what she is

about to do.


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Hyun Joong opens the door with sleep veiled eyes. Without a word,

she walks toward him, encircling her arms around his waist. Hyun

Joong feels her small frame vibrate with emotions and a soft entreaty

escapes from her lips, Dont ask. Please. I just need someone to

hold tonight.

Please.

Wordlessly, Hyun Joong lifts her up and brings her into his bed. He

lays Hwangbo down gently on her side then tucks the blanket snugly

against her. Walking to the other side, he turns off the bedroom light

before lying down, fitting his frame against Hwangbos curve. He

drapes one tentative arm over the others body which causes a slight

moment of tenseness before she relaxes and melts against him.

Then the tears come and Hyun Joong holds the woman he loves

while she cries for another.


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~Chapter 6~

A year earlier

Chagiya, Im here, Hwangbo announced as she laid down the single

stem of lily in front of the headstone. Taking out a prepared towel,

she carefully removed all the grimes that had accumulated on the

surface. Finishing her task, Hwangbo sat down next to the marker.

Yoogeuny is growing up so well, Joong-ki. He knows all his numbers

and letters now and look, he drew this picture for you, Hwangbo said

as she pulled out a half folded paper. She opened it and inside was a

rainbow collection of scribbles. I dont think our dream of him being

the next Monet will pan out, dear, Hwangbo chuckled.

Then moving nearer, Hwangbo murmured, I still miss you something

fierce, chagiya, but Im getting better. I think I could even cry now. In

the beginning, I was so angry at you for dying on me, at the world for

letting me live in a world without you, that there wasnt any room left

for any other kind of emotions. Then I was so focused on stitching

myself back up and remaining strong for our baby that tears seem to

be such a waste of efforts. But lately, Im starting to feel as if Im

getting my balance back. Perhaps soon, Ill feel safe enough to cry

again.


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~~

A flicker of warmth dances across Hyun Joongs eye lids and a small

smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Breathing in deeply, he could

feel her even through closed eyes.

Turning toward his right, Hyun Joong slowly opens his eyes, savoring

the moment when she is revealed to him.

Hwangbo is curled on her side, facing him, her breaths falling in

melodic cadence in the stillness of dawn. Hyun Joong couldnt help

but be reminded of the field of morning glory he chanced upon in the

mountains of California some years ago, glowingly soft in the supple

sunlight, and yet strong in the promises of exuberant blooms. He

reaches out a finger and trace air patterns against her features, his

gestures as reverent as those of an artist before a blank canvas.

Hwangbo shifts in her sleep before opening her eyes. She looks at

him half dreamingly as if her soul has not quite returned from her

dream world. Hwangbo smiles at Hyun Joong vaguely before full

consciousness returns. And Hyun Joong can see the precise moment

when the other realizes what she has done, when the dawning

thought of the repercussions she has to deal with for her actions

widen her irises with self condemnation.

He sits up quickly, pulling Hwangbo with him. Hyun Joong holds both

her wrists in his hands, making her face him.


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Look, noona. You dont have to say anything. About last night. Im

glad to be able to help you in any way, Hyun Joong preempts

Hwangbos words. I figure there are two ways we could go about

this. One, you and I could stare at each other awkwardly like were

doing now. Or two, Ill get out of bed and make you the best breakfast

to exist in Seoul while you wash up.

Grinning, Hyun Joong continues, And Im gonna help you cheat on

this, the answer is two.

When he finishes talking, Hyun Joong gets out of bed and walks

swiftly toward the door, telling her over his shoulder that there are

clean towels and toothbrush in the cupboard. As soon as he reaches

the other side of the door, Hyun Joong stops and waits with abated

breath, straining to hear movement within the room. He utters a sighof relief when the sound of the faucet could be heard.

Hyun Joong heads toward the kitchen and busy himself with

preparations. About ten minutes later, Hwangbo joins him, her

nervousness apparent. But Hyun Joong starts to chatter about

various news hes been meaning to tell her and before long,

Hwangbo joins in just like how their conversation usually goes.

After breakfast, Hyun Joong persuades Hwangbo to go shopping with

him, telling her that his ommas birthday is coming up and if its up to


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him, she would get another large screen TV this year. They have four

already. Because she is rather fond of Hyun Joongs omma herself

and also because something is holding her back still from entering

her apartment alone, Hwangbo agrees.

It doesnt take much time for Hwangbo to find a nice silk shawl of

dove colored for Mrs. Kim and afterward, their day passes in a series

of unimportant but delightful activities. They stroll through Seoul,

stopping at whatever shops that catch their fancy. They take in an

artsy movie playing at noon time which Hyun Joong afterward

declares to be a waste of time, while Hwangbo argues is a

masterpiece. They have a picnic in a shaded tree grove near an

empty school building. Sometimes they talk, other times, they are

completely silent. But a small glance here, a touch of the shoulder

there, or an edge of a smile is all it takes for a world of understanding

to pass between them.

Near the end of the day, the two of them ends up sitting down in a

semi dilapidated shop somewhere in Seoul. The place doesnt have

much going for it except they make the best lemonade Hyun Joong

ever tasted and its the type of place where youre usually the only

guest in the establishment. For obvious reasons, that worth a whole

lot more to him than fancy silverwares.

The air is humid and cloying, sticking at their skins. Hwangbo pulls

her hair away from the nape of her neck, regretting the decision to not


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bring a hair tie.

Agh! If its this hot already, summer will be awful! she complains.

Hyun Joong chuckles, You never take the heat well, do you?

I really dont. It makes me so irritated. Look at how hot it is!

Hwangbo points toward the parking lot, which has take on that

shimmering quality of mirages due to reflected heat.

Dont be such a grouch. When Yoogeuny finishes school, Ill take

you both on a vacation, to some place where hot weather is but a

memory, Hyun Joong placates, tossing Hwangbo the fan he just

made from folding their napkins together.

I wish you can just bring rain to Seoul instead, Hwangbo grumbles,fanning herself with Hyun Joongs origami effort.

Your wish is my command, Hyun Joong replies and points at the

sky. A sound of booming thunder accompanies his gesture and

suddenly rain starts to fall down in silver sheets. Hyun Joong looks up

at the sky in shock causing Hwangbo to snigger at his astonished

expression. Hyun Joong frowns at Hwangbos reaction before a

mischievous expression replaces his earlier sulk.

Noona! Dance with me! Hyun Joong cries out eagerly, getting up


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from their table. Running to the middle of the parking lot, he turns

around, a brilliant smile on his face as he executes a most aristocrat

bow while proffering one hand to her. Hwangbo laughs, sweep up by

his exuberance. She walks out from their shelter, relishing the tickling

coolness on her hair. Reaching Hyun Joong, she curtseys grandly

before him, taking his hand.

They begin an impromptu waltz with rain falling down like soft kisses

on their skin. Hyun Joong twirls Hwangbo around the now steaming

parking lot making her laugh as she swings the dripping hair tendrils

out of her face. She looks up at Hyun Joong and tucks back the hair

plastering over his forehead. His skin feels hot, almost burning to her

touch and his gaze at her gesture is an enigmatic mystery.

Suddenly without warning, their dance becomes slower and more

deliberate. Each movements start to take a on a different meanings,and Hwangbo could taste the curious sensation of electricity in the

air.

They continue to dance but gone is the joyful innocent feeling of

earlier. Instead an intense wordlessness emanate from their bodies,

hinting at dangerous possibilities.

Hyun Joong twirls Hwangbo again and she finds herself flushed

against him. They stop, each trying to regain their breathings.

Hwangbo lets her body molded against Hyun Joongs curve,


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remembering the comfort he gave her last night. New thoughts of a

very different feeling toward the man embracing her make Hwangbo

shiver.

Immediately, his hold on her tightens, Are you cold?

She shakes her head slightly against his shoulder, relishing the

feeling of another heartbeat being so close to hers. Taking a deep

breath, Hwangbo looks up, half fearful and half fascinated by what

she would find.

Hyun Joong looks down at her, eyes smoldering, burning through her

deepest awareness. Then slowly and with infinite care, he bends

down letting his lips gaze so ever gently across hers.

It is not enough.

When their lips meet again, the moment parallel the sound of thunder

and the flash of lightning splitting up the sky above them.

Ferocious in its intensity.

And

Thoroughly illuminating.


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~Chapter 7~

Hwangbo pushes against the car door with her hip, closing it while

juggling several shopping bags. The brackish flavor of the ocean

greets her senses and she takes a moment to take in the view before

her. She and Yoogeun are at Borams beach house which being

almost on the water edge, provides her with the most gorgeous

tableau of rolling waves, weathered rocks and setting sun.

Walking up the driveway, Hwangbo wonders how she will manage

the door with all the bags and finally hit upon the genius idea of using

her hip once again to push against the doorbell. The door opens with

Boram looking extremely guilty.

Hwangbo stares at her in misapprehension while handing over some

of the bags, Why do you look like the cat that ate the canary,

Boram? What did you do?

Uhmdid you not notice the car in the driveway? Boram points out.

Hwangbo cranks her neck around and finally notice the black Jaguar

sitting in the drive way. Understanding dawns on her and she slowlyturns around to look at her friend accusingly.

He was hellbent on finding you, Hye Jung-ah! I think short of burning

down my house, he would have done anything to achieve that,


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Boram exclaims, then pauses. Actually, I think he would have burn

the house down too. And I really like my beach house!

Hwangbo glares at her friend before asking, Where is he now?

He went into Yoogeunys room when I told him you were out, Boram

answers.

Trying to calm down the tremors of her heart, Hwangbo makes her

way toward her sons room. Taking a deep breath, she tentatively

turns the handle after not detecting any sound within.

She is greeted with the sight of her son curling on top of Hyun Joong,

both of them in deep sleep. Her heart does a little funny somersault

and suddenly, Hwangbo is a mess of jagged emotions.

Closing the door, Hwangbo turns to face Boram. Please, can you

watch Yoogeun for a while longer? I have to go out.

No, Hye Jung. Stop running away, Boram refuses. You were never

one to run away, dont start now.

Hwangbo pauses in her track to look at her friend and pleads,

Please Boram! I have to think, I just dont know anything anymore. I

just need some time to think. Please!


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Boram looks displeased but finally concedes. All right, you can go. Ill

watch Yoogeuny but you do know that he will follow you right?

Hwangbo stops, her hand on the doorknob. What do you mean?

I mean that no matter where you go, he will always followyou,

Boram reiterates.

Turning around, Hwangbo studies her friend. Did you know? Have

you always known?

We all had an inkling of it, Hye Jung-ah. But it wasnt our place to

bring it up, Boram explains.

Looking at her friend wordlessly, Hwangbo turns around and starts to

walk toward the ocean. Outside the sky has darkened to a sombertwilight, and the feeling of a storm is brewing on the distance horizon.

But Hwangbo walks on heedless of the wind whipping at her,

tumbling her hair loose from the bun at her nape.

Her mind flashes back to the event of the two days ago and with it the

onslaught of emotions that she has tried to barricade herself against.

They had driven back from the caf in silence, but it was a silence

heavy with unspoken words. When they entered the elevator of their

apartment, Hwangbo had stationed herself against the opposite


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panel, eyes purposely downcast. She knew both of them were barely

tethered to sanity, the threads of reason taut with the pressure of an

engulfing need. One look would have been all that needed.

The kiss was perfect. It was as if Hyun Joong had study her lips for

so long, as if he had memorized every single contours of them so well

that he could fit them perfectly against his without practice.

And it had scared the hell out of her. How perfect it was.

They didnt speak until they reached their apartments. The looming

question of the moment hung in the empty space.

Standing before his place, his hand on the door knob, Hyun Joong

finally spoke, Ill be here, letting Hwangbo know that it was up to her

how this night would turn out.

And it had taken all that she had not to go to him that night. The walls

themselves seemed to be palpable with his presence, and she felt

almost coated with the memory of how he had looked at her after the

kiss, with her still in his embrace. He had gazed at her with such

intensity that her whole body seemed to become feverish and it took

almost violent force for her to extricate herself from him and walked

away.

She spent the night cleaning and packing instead, trying to push the


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feelings of him out of her mind. It unnerved her that she suddenly

needed to define and redefine this presence in her life, this person

who anchored and moored her more than he ever knew through all

these years. More than she knew. That night brought to her a clarity

of realizing how essential Hyun Joong is to her. And with that

realization came shock and a sense of guilt because she knew how

selfish it would be if her feelings are ever known to him.

So Hwangbo ran. She had picked up Yoogeun that morning and

drove out to Borams beach house, not saying much but her friend

knew her enough to know when silence is key.

Stopping at the water edge, Hwangbos eyes wander over the dark

vastness of natures canvass before her. Suddenly, she feels a trickle

of awareness pricks her neck and without turning around, she knows

he has found her. Hwangbo slowly swivels around, telling herthundering heart to stop behaving like such a coward.

Why did you run? Hyun Joongs voice is soft and yet carries with it

enough force to cut through the writhing agony of the stormy ocean.

What do you want, Hyun Joong? What do want from me? Hwangbo

finds herself on the verge of screaming, pinpricks of tears pushing

behind her eyes. She is shaken by how much vulnerable she feels in

this moment, all raw feelings and a nameless yearning.


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Hyun Joong regards her quietly before speaking. I want to be so

close to you that my touches are etched onto your skin, so close that

your fragrance will always be a lingering memory around me. I want

to be satiated by your caresses and yet never have enough of you

because a whole lifetime with you would be too short. I want us to

have midnight conversation among impassioned bed sheets, and sit

in silence to find the emerald flash* of the setting sun. Those are what

I want, Hye Jung. But what I needis to have you and Yoogeun to be

safe and happy. If that requires me to forget that we once kissed then

I will do it. But don't run away from me. Not again.

But why me, Hyun Joong? Why me? Im a widow with a kid and a

whole lot of baggage. I cant possibly make you happy. Hwangbo

points out, exasperated with his inability to see whats so clear for

her.

You dont get to fucking decide if you make me happy, Hye Jung-

ah! It is now his turn to scream, furious at her obstinacy. Then

bridging the gap between them, Hyun Joong pulls Hwangbo closer to

him so that their foreheads touch and says quietly, Iget to decide

who make me happy. And youmake me happy.

Everything goes still. The storm is picking up speed on the horizon

but here, within the confines of Hyun Joongs arms, Hwangbo feels

nothing but a blessed calmness.


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You know I will not be able to forget Joong-ki. He will always be a

part of my life, no matter what, Hwangbo says, attempting one last

effort to push the other way, but deep down, she knows the battle is

broken. The victory is his for the taking.

I would never expect you to forget him, Hye Jung-ah. Song Joong-ki

was a good man and he should not be forgotten, Hyun Joong

replies. I dont want to take his place in either yours or Yoogeunys

life. I just want to be a new addition to it. If you let me.

Hwangbo looks up into Hyun Joongs face, marveling at the man

before her. She has known him for so long but it is only now that she

begins to grasp just exactly how goodhe is.

Her heart is overwhelmed.

Reaching up, she cradles his face between her hands, pulling him

down for a kiss, letting him taste the answer to the unasked question.

Finally breaking contact, Hwangbo snuggles against Hyun Joongs

body and whispers, I think I want you to follow me, Hyun Joong.

Then quickly amends, No, I need you to follow me.

Looking up, she asks, Will you?

He smiles down at her. Always.


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*Author's Note: The emerald flash of the sun is a naturalphenomenon that rarely occurs at sunset. Through a combination of

pressure, gas and perhaps a touch of magic, sometimes just when

the sun is about to extinguish at the edge of the horizon, you can see

a green ray flare up very briefly within the orange and red dome.

There is a legend in French folklore that if you see that with the

person you love, the two of you is destined to be together forever.


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~Epilogue~

A woman in a dress the color of sunflowers. The white calla in herhand dims against the brilliant backdrop of her dress and the

radiance of her features.

A man stands next to her. Their fingers laced together.

Both of them have their heads bowed, each in their own moment of

reverie.

Laying down the lily, the woman looks up at the man, smiling. He

gives a small nod and they begin to walk away, fingers still

intertwined.

It is true that parallel lines almost always never intercept.

Until when they do.

.The End.


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~The Story After~

Hyun Joong looks at the young man before him, admiring his fine

form. Clad in a classic Armani suit, the other look almost

aristocratically refined if not for that impish look in his eyes.

You look good, Yoogeun, Hyun Joong praises, walking into the

room.

Samcchon! Yoogeun greets Hyun Joong with a grin.

When Hyun Joong married Hye Jung, Yoogeun was six years old.

They had asked him if he would like to call Hyun Joong appa or

continued to address him as samcchon. And Yoogeun, all six years

of age, had very seriously contemplated the question before asking

them if they could give him time to think about it. They had

acquiesced easily, both grinning inwardly at the serious demeanor of

their little man.

It took two days before Yoogeun came to a decision. Hyun Joong

was sitting at his desk, finishing up a new composition when he heard

pattering of little feet running up behind him. Throwing his arms

around Hyun Joongs neck, Yoogeun had whispered to him that ifHyun Joong wouldnt mind terribly, he would rather call Hyun Joong

samcchon instead of appa because he preferred having both

watching over him. Hyun Joong happily agreed to it and so samcchon

he remained.


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There were some mild protests about this within the larger family and

confusions at gatherings. But within the Song/Hwangbo/Kim family,

all that mattered was that they understood each other perfectly.

I can understand your hatred for these things now, samcchon. I think

the bowtie is cutting into my circulation, Yoogeun complains as Hyun

Joong stands next to him.

Your appa would have been proud, Yoogeun, Hyun Joong says

while fixing the others collars.

Yoogeun stops fidgeting and looks at him.

How about you? he asks, a little bit unsure. Proud of me that is?

Hyun Joong looks at him, smiling slightly, seeing this 28 years old

man, asking for reassurances. Suddenly before his eyes, the other is

transformed into six years old Yoogeun, on the first day of elementary

school, trying to not quiver his lips at the parting sight of his parents.

And now the other is 14 years old, crying bitterly over the lost of his

soccer teams chance at the final. Then its 18 years old Yoogeun,

standing at the threshold of his college dorm, waving, face bright with

youthful hopes and dreams. And now its 20 years old Yoogeun on

the cusp of his first heartbreak, face drawn with emotions, refusing to

let his tears fall.


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Finally, it is the present 28 years old Yoogeun, standing strong and

tall, in a black and white tuxedo, about to marry the love of his life.

Suddenly Hyun Joong understands why in the days leading up to this

wedding, Hye Jung has been a sobbing mess.

Always, Hyun Joong answers. You dont have to ask me that

question ever again, Yoogeun. I will always be proud of you.

Yoogeuns face breaks into a smile, so reminiscent of Joong-kis. Im

so glad to hear that, samcchon. Im always afraid that you guys have

regrets.

What do you mean? Hyun Joong asks, puzzled.

I know how hard it must be for you and omma to not have your ownchildren and I dont know, I suppose I feel inadequate sometimes

being your son because I want to somehow fill what must be a sort of

void in your life, the other explains haltingly, his words punctuated by

self consciousness.

For a doctoral candidate, youre really not bright sometimes. Hyun

Joong teases causing the other to blush. Yes, it would have been

nice to have another Yoogeun running around. But you complete our

lives, mine and ommas. We couldnt ask for anything more.


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Besides, it may be a good thing there was only one of you around.

Im not sure our neighbors could have taken the sight of two of you

streaking across the backyard after losing a bet to their friends, Hyun

Joong adds, laughing at the others mortified expression.

Oh my god! I thought you were asleep! Yoogeun wails at the

mention of one of his earlier college misadventures.

I usually didnt sleep until when you did, Yoogeuny, Hyun Joong

replies using the others childhood name.

Yoogeun stares at Hyun Joong, his heart full. He embraces the older

man in a tight hug, marveling at the fact that he is now one head taller

than the other.

A knock on the door sounds and Hyung Joon pokes his head in, Imbeing sent by my daughter to make sure all is well.

Oh abeonim! Hows everyone doing over there? Yoogeun turns

around to greet Hyung Joon, the father of his fiance.

Oh its pretty bad in the bridal room. As soon as your omma stops

crying, her omma starts to. Its like a never ending chorus of bawling

over there. Eun-hee has to send her bridesmaid out for some more

tissue, Hyun Joon describes, rolling his eyes.


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Yoogeun laughs, I guess we should get started then. Ill be heading

out first.

Yes, go ahead. We will catch up with you, Hyun Joong agrees,

waving his hand at Yoogeun who bows to them before leaving the

room.

Looking over at his old band member, Hyun Joong bemoans, Ahh! I

cant believe I will forever be bound to you in holy matrimony,

maknae. It was bad enough that I couldnt get away from you after

Double S disbanded and now

Oh shut up! You know you love us! Hyung Joon interrupts, frowning

at his hyung, soon to be in law.

Unfortunately, I sort of do, the other answers laughingly.

Then more seriously, Hyun Joong asks his friend, He will take good

care of her, you know?

I know he will. After all, he is your son.

~~~


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~End Notes~

This story started because I was annoyed. That sounds ratherominous for such a rather happy story, isnt it? I think Parallel Lines

is probably the sweetest and happiest fanfic I ever wrote for this

couple. I mean Babys baby is marrying Ssangchu baby, it cant get

any more sugary than that. hurhurAnyway, the reason I started this

long shot was because I got tired of the Evil Other trope in Ssangchu

fanfictions. Time and again, I read stories where the third leg of the

Ssangchu love triangle is immediately label as being evil or bitchy or

manipulative. It seems unfair to me that just because another person

dare to get into the Lettuce love tango, theyre automatically bad. I

dont think its wrong to love, not even when that love drives one to

stand in the way of the supposed Great Love story. I tend to

sympathize with these third legs more than anything.

Also, I think its too easy to just bring in a third character as a plot

device, to introduce an external conflict that drives apart the main

lovers. So I was determined to write a 3rd character who is so

awesome that even you die-hard Ssangchu fans will it difficult to

dislike him. Hopefully, I succeeded because I love Joong-ki and

because of him, I love the Hyun Joong in here extra hard. For me,

Joong-ki as a foil makes Hyun Joong even more awesome!

Heres to a bright ending for us all.


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With rainbow and sparkles,

Rossi

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