VIRAL LOVE Chapter 32 : RUSH London : 6.43 pm, Seoul : 1.43 am Ji-soo and Myeong-joo had dropped Mo-yeon off at Incheon Airport after she had managed to book a last minute red-eye flight to Heathrow. The songwriter had walked calmly through the airport’s massive departure hall wheeling a small carry-on luggage by her side; looking casual in an Arsenal shirt and dark jeans, her long hair braided loosely on one side, no cap to shield her pretty face. Yoo Si-jin’s name and number on the red jersey are glaringly obvious for anyone to see. She is now sitting quietly by herself at the boarding area, her eyes fixed on the screen of her phone. She knows Si-jin will not be able to answer her call this close to the match and it hurts her that she is going to miss him playing for the first time since their relationship. She wonders if she should tell him that she’s flying to meet him. She takes a deep breath and types on the screen, not knowing when he’ll be able to read her text. 'Si-jin Ah, no matter what else is going on please know that I belong only to you and that I love you more than anything in the world. I’m going to be in your arms again soon, I promise.' The flight attendance announces that it’s time for the passengers to board right when she’s hitting the send button. She quietly turns off her phone and grabs her luggage to line up for boarding. --- “What the fu--” Si-jin’s hand is shaking without him even realizing it as he read the notification alert in an absolute shock. A song. With his girlfriend’s initials. In front of thousands of people. Asking her to break up with him. His mind turns blurrily gray as slow burning rage starts to consume his whole being. He's gripping the phone so tightly that it’s a wonder how the screen doesn’t crack under the pressure. Deep, hot anger begins to flow through his veins mixing with the adrenaline from the game he is about play, scalding his senses. I’m going to f—king wring his neck. His fingertip lingers at the screen as he’s tempted to click on the link and find out more. He knows that it’s a bad idea, that he might lose his mind if he knows the exact lyrics to the song but he doesn’t care. There’s no more match, no more football as he ignores the voice of his coach calling all players to start lining up. His finger barely grazes the screen when a sudden text suddenly pops up on the screen. It’s from Mo-yeon. There’s a text from his girl just as he is about to click on the link. He stands frozen as his finger automatically clicks on her message instead. Her words are like cold water splashing across his face, like a soft slap that shakes him awake from the blinding rage. ‘I belong only to you’ ‘I love you more than anything in the world’ It’s like someone had just pressed on the unmute button as he finally regains his senses back. He can finally hear the voice of his coach shouting at him to move his and he automatically shoves the phone back in his locker and slams it shut. London : 7.05 pm, Seoul : 2.05 am Mo-yeon settles down for the long journey across the continent with a heavy sigh. She can’t bring herself to read or watch a movie. She grabs Si-jin’s grey jacket that she had brought along and drapes it across her body like a blanket. It’s the same grey jacket he had given her after their first coffee crash. He had deliberately left it in her room before he left and she had only found it hanging in her closet a few days later. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the traces of his citrusy cologne still lingering on the jacket. She leans back and closes her eyes. Please, let him do his best in this match. London : 7.45 pm, Seoul : 2.45 am Myeong-joo and Ji-soo decide to continue with their sleepover even though Mo-yeon had already left. They are worried for both Si-jin and Mo-yeon; and the only thing they can do now is watch the match and pray for the best outcome. Myeong-joo had taken one look at her brother in the television when the camera first zoomed in on his face at the beginning of the game and whispered a single thing. “He knows.” Ji-soo held on to her hand. “Gwenchanayo. He looks more determined than ever.” And she’s right. Si-jin had played extra aggressive tonight, almost to the point of being vicious. The first half ends at 0-0 to Manchester United’s obvious displeasure. “He’s very angry but he’s channeling it in the game instead.” Myeong-joo mutters under her breath as she lets out a small sigh of relief. “Did you see how hard he’d kicked that ball? Almost like he’s imagining that it’s Min Yoon-gi’s head.” They look at each other and then burst into giggles. London : 8.35 pm, Seoul : 3.35 am Si-jin has so far managed to channel his anger towards pumping his adrenaline but it’s getting harder and harder to focus as the pressure starts to blur his judgement. He nearly got carded fifteen minutes ago due to an argument with a Man-U defender. Eric Bailly, the bulky Man U player had deliberately tripped him as their team is getting more desperate to prevent the aggressive winger from getting the ball. Si-jin might be smaller in size but he was so blinded by rage he almost ripped the guy’s head off if not for his teammates who had pulled him back. Sweats are dripping from his forehead, blinding his eyes and clouding his judgement as everyone from the opponent team suddenly begins to resemble the annoying face of the sparkly squidward looking jerk who’s trying to steal his girlfriend. They’re almost at the end and the score is still 0-0. Arsenal Midfielder Aaron Ramsey kicks the ball to him and he swiftly dribbles it, avoiding the defenders from Man U as his eyes scan for Alexis Sanchez. He hurls the ball to the striker right as Eric Bailly jumps and tackles him, ha