What is LOVE?

 

 

 

Love is like holding someone's hand; if you let go, It's hard to hold it back.

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Dimed lights greeted a certain tan guy as he slowly enters his friend’s apartment. Tossing his car keys on the table, he cautiously enter the bedroom.

 

“I knew it.”

 

He said, watching the blonde haired girl in the floor, drinking like there’s no tomorrow. “Tch, stop it.” He said, grabbing the can of beer in Jessica’s grasp.

 

“Finally you’re here.” Jessica dazedly said, looking up to the tan guy. He waited for 4 hours just to see her friend, now that her friend is already in her side—it somehow makes her smile.

 

“Did I tell you to stop pushing yourself? Look at you now. I can’t even describe.” Yul stared in disbelief, even for he is use to it, he can’t help but to feel more annoyed.

 

“I’m sorry… I promise to stop now. Just give me time.” Jessica said, in much lower voice.

 

“Give you time? For how many? Huh? You always say the same words but… here you are again… going back to yourself. Did you promise to comeback with the new Jessica? Where was that now?” Yul slaps the blonde haired girl's promise. The promise that never exist. 

 

Sobs… sobs…. And more sobs…

 

Jessica just wanted to get over, but how? She always end up longing to see the doe-eyed guy. Maybe because she uses to see the doe-eyed guy's smiles in every morning she had.

 

“This is your fault too.” she cried. “You told him about my feelings without my consent.” Jessica said as she continues to sobs.

 

Sitting beside the blonde haired girl, Yul pulled the latter for an embrace. “Time is running Jess… there’s better than him. You can’t just continue sulking and pushing yourself for him.” Caressing the back of the blonde haired girl’s back, he stops for a moment before continuing…  “Love doesn’t impose… you should earn it… and you should learn to be selfless, not selfish.”

 

Hearing those words, Jessica can't say anything as she hugs tightly the tan guy. Those words, were strong and somehow hits her. She continues to sobs and sobs, letting her emotions out. 

 

An unconcious smile appeared in the tan guy's lips before he checks his phone: 11pm.  He might be awake now.

 

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[10 yr. old Yoong]

 

Omma…

 

Hmm?

 

Why are you and appa married?

 

What? Why are you asking that?

 

Well, just curious, my teacher actually discusses about two people in love with each other. Is this why you and appa get married?

 

Uh, of course Yoong. We love each other that’s—

 

But I saw appa with another girl. Does he love that girl too? I’m confused.

 

What are you saying?

 

Earlier at school, appa meets with another teacher and… omma… they’re… kissing. Does that mean they love each other? How about you and appa?

 

Sigh.

 

Yoong, let’s not talk about that. okay? You’re too young for this.

 

But omma… I don’t—

 

Enough!

 

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You are supposed to clear  these for him.

 

Why should i? Your son is big now! He understand things like these.

 

That we are not living together because of love? Come on, just for him.

 

Appa… Omma… please.. Stop this…

 

Yoong? Omo! Look what you’ve done.

 

/thud.

 

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Yoong, I’m sorry… Dad is just—

 

So you didn’t marry Umma because of love? Does that mean you don’t love me too?

 

Look, son… it’s.. Complicated…

 

You shouldn’t have married omma if you don’t love her.

 

No… I love her… only because… I want her.

 

What? Like? want? Isn’t that ridiculous?

 

Uh, No… it’s not like that. I have to marry her because… your grand father says so… and we like it.

 

So… it’s like a game? Is marrying someone just a game?

 

No, of course not…

 

I hate you.

 

Yah! where are you going?

 

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Omma, what’s the difference between like and love?

 

And why are you asking me that?

 

Just wondering, because appa said he marry you because grandpa want it. And you both like it. Hmm?

 

Uh, It’s-it’s…

 

Sigh.

 

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Omma? What’ are these things? It’s all appa’s right?

 

Uh, Yoong… appa… he’s—leaving…

 

Leaving? Is he leaving for that other girl of him? Don’t tell me you won’t stop him? What about me? Does he still care for me?

 

No…

 

Son… I’m sorry.

 

Appa… why are you doing this?

 

Yoong, Appa has another family. Before I got married with your omma. I-I... made a mistake. I got someone pregnant. 

 

So is this why you are leaving? Do you love that girl more than my omma?

 

I-I... 

 

I'm sorry, but appa... I can only accept you... not your other family.

…

…

 

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Is it just me… or you are jealous? Hmm?

 

I-I…

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Whoa! look at this… He’s such sweet person .Do you know he sends me gifts at home too? FallenAngel is really so cute.

 

It’s just a gift, why?

 

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Oppa, you look pale, are you okay?

 

Are you sure? It’s a lot.

 

No, it’s like this… hmm? Much easier formula right? Oppa?

 

 

To see you smile.

 

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Opening his eyes, he blinks twice and one more blink to clear his visions. Breathing steady, he smiles unconsciously to see a light at the ceiling. Her heart, he could feel it. It pounds strangely. It pounds while he flutters. 

 

Why am I feeling like this? He asked his self. The dream he had, gives an impact in him. He doesn't know how it really feels like to be fall in love, but he knows, everytime he had a moment with the younger girl, he doesn't want to end it. 

 

sigh.

 

Turning his head to his right, he finally noticed his hand—it was being held by the younger girl.

 

Smiling, he whispers. “No wonder... this heart… won't stop to beat. You're holding it firmly.”

 

Breath in breath out, He dazedly watch the younger girl’s sleeping face. It’s a fuzzy feeling for him just to watch an angel in her sleep. Those closing eyes, tempted cheeks were so bautiful in his eyes. 

 

“Tell me, Is this… love?” He continues to mutter, letting the warm feeling in his hand took over him. Smiling to his self, he added. “I guess...” as he chuckles silently.

 

With another heavy breath, he continues… “What am I going to do? You seems liking that FallenAngel already? Do you know how much it hurts me when I watch you giggle and smile for his every gifts? Joohyun-ah… tell me, do you feel the same way too?”

 

he started to caress gently the younger girl’s hand before he blurted. “I love you… “

 

As if on cue, the sleeping girl started to open her eyes. Yoong widened his eyes and immediately pretended to sleep.

 

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Yawning, Seohyun immediately smile right after. She caress the doe-eyed guy’s hand before placing it under his blanket.

 

“Why do I always end up staring at you like this, hmm?” Seohyun silently giggles. Scotting closer, she arches her brows to see the doe-eyed guy’s quite messy hair. “Have you waked up already?” she gently brushes the doe-eyed guy’s few strands on the side, as she smile non-stop. “Tch… wake up now. Doctor said you can go home tomorrow already... You don’t know how much I am scared to see you in blood. Aigoo… Why did you do that, hmm? einstein?” she giggles hearing her own words.

 

“Kwon Sunbae went home for your other needs and… your omma… she’s coming. So… I’m going home later. Oh, and by the way… I.."

 

“Yoong?”

 

Came an unfamiliar voice, causing the younger girl to lift up her body and bows when she saw who’s in the door.

 

Entering Yoong's ward is Mrs. Im. “You are?” she furrowed her eyebrows to the younger girl she doesn't know yet.

 

“Oh,I’m sorry… it’s Seo Joohyun… Mrs. Im” Seohyun quickly bows once more for forgetting introducing herself.

 

Arching her brows, Mrs Im sure, the girl is the same age with his son. “Are you… his friend? Classmate or what?”

 

“Uh… I’m your son’s classmate, Mrs. Im.” Seohyun said afterwards, for some reason, she feared to greet the doe-eyed guy's mother. Maybe for the reason of being rich.

 

“I see… you look young… How old are you?” asked Mrs. Im again, as if interviewing a possible in law.

 

Seohyun shivers with the sudden asked of