A Bag of Stars (after story)
Description
Being the story of selfishness, sacrifice, and stupidity.
Sanghyuk has a new car.
But that’s not his only achievement. He has flourished finely in what he has been told to do, but in saving the economy and every family in his homeland, he has lost the solid ground beneath his feet and more importantly, the person he cares for the most. The Han-Tsukamoto-Hong cartel’s relationship is now repaired (finally), but just when the truth meets him, his worst beliefs are already confirmed. Now he’s back, after almost two years, to find everything drastically changed, and the ring Miss Hong is wearing.
Dr. Cha thinks of an idea.
Working with his bratty (but trustworthy) intern Hongbin (who, by the way, also seems to be having some romance of his own) and assistant-slash-possible-future-wife Risa, he finds out that career and love can still prosper at the same time in this work-a-day world. But then when a ray of sunlight hits the aster on Risa’s finger, he realizes that he still has to fight for his happy ending, to let their “chance” come to a satisfying resolution; as he’s once again beset with the same old problems: history repeats itself in a more dangerous shape; now he’s no longer against a mandate, but a strongwill that rivals his.
Risa doesn’t know.
She feels angry with herself because her heart and morals never seem to go hand-in-hand, and the harder she tries to fix things, the worse they always get. It all begins again when someone comes to visit,and the next thing she knows her supposed vacation is disturbed by seomeone's presence. When her former lover Jaehwan reprimands her, Risa questions if it was correct to follow her whimsical caprices: because now she has to choose, again, and decide in a way that will incur the smallest impact of hurt—because even the best love stories can’t promise the happiest epilogue.
Foreword
“He can’t really help it, can he? Just don’t mind him,” Risa shrugs dismissively and walks ahead of him, her hair (that has gone very long now) fluttering gently with the chilly evening breeze.
Hakyeon tilts his head with a smug smile, and catches up with her pace. “But what do you think, though? Your cousin’s involved,”
“She’s a big girl, she doesn’t need supervision.” She easily states. “I’ll let Hongbin worry about her.”
The vet starts walking backwards, and Risa finds it most amusing while talking. “Can I tell you something, Risa?”
“Duh.”
“Well it’s…” he falters, suddenly abashed. “It’s been almost two years now, so I thought…”
She smiles, having an idea where this is going, but there’s still that part of her that screams in discomfort. It’s been there all this while, and she even pets it. “Yes?”
The doctor stops in his tracks, and so does she. “I still haven’t bought the ring yet, because I want you to be the one to choose,” he chuckles in embarrassment, rubbing his nape. “But I wanted to ask you, just in case…”
But then a frisson travels across her spine, when he says it. A sinking feeling, a thwarted longing—a stymied love; like a cold, viscous bath that washes over her: falling onto her head, dripping from her toes. It all happens in a very long, yet very short moment, like time stands still while Hakyeon says it.
Because where Hakyeon’s been standing, she doesn’t see him, but another person—a split-second apparition—a boy with small eyes, turned up nose, and a pretty mouth, that never has she kissed. She has a feeling that she was asked this question before.
“Would you marry me?”
I'm not one who does sequels, and I just want to make it clear to you that this ISN'T a sequel, but an after-story. if you ever felt like you weren't satisfied with Pocketful's ending, then feel free to read this. it'll take me a while to update, since I still have exams, but it'll just take days, don't worry.
no one really got the hint in the last chapter of APoA, eh? if you're not so lazy to look for the clue, then you'll know how this is actually going to end. [(((whispers))) "ouran"] If I don't do this I think I'd be accused of inconsistency as the writer of the story HHAHAHA
anyway it's not like you care lol I'm just writing to appease myself
ok
whatever
bye
-b
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