Epilogue
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When Mina took her chances and moved her parents to Korea, knowing there was a risk it could make her motherâs condition worse, I thought it was the bravest thing ever. We all knew the risk would pay off in the end, but it was still a terrifying decision for our friend to make. It did pay off, of course, and Minaâs mother lived for much longer than doctors expectedâanother nine years!â, so the night we got the call from Mina that her mother had passed away, it came as a painful shock.
The funeral had a date two days after her death, and in a week, a majority of us found ourselves in a funeral home.
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Thereâs something so evil about rain during funerals, making them much more miserable than they already are, though I suppose this time there was no way to blame the universe for this. It was spring, after all.
It was probably the saddest funeral Iâd ever been to, to say the least. The clouds, the rainfall, and the loud sobs made sure of that. But what made the funeral sadder was the fact that Minaâs father had dementia; he didnât even remember whose funeral it was most of the time. Mina didnât want to break his heart over and over again by reminding him it was his wifeâs, so eventually she played along with his assumptions and assured him that yes, the ashes in the urn were from his long-dead aunt.
âI think Mina should let us take care of him as the funeral progresses.â Nayeonâs frown was deep and honest, pity in her eyes as she looked over at Mina, who was crying on her fatherâs shoulder again. When she wasnât glancing and checking up on Mina, she was picking at the lint on her black cashmere sweater, unable to lock eyes with anyone in case she saw them cry. Nayeon has always been sentimental like that; if she sees you cry, sheâll cry too.
âI suggested it earlier.â Dahyun crossed her arms across the chest of her son, Junji, as she watched her wife miserably. âI told her maybe it was best if she took a break, that we could talk to him and explain the funeral each time he forgets, but she told me something about sparing him all that pain.â Junji sniffed during Dahyunâs pause; his eyes were just as red and puffy as anyone elseâs. He loved his grandmother too. âShe said that itâs how youâre supposed to do it with people with dementia, and that itâs easier this way. For her, and for her father.â
I winced, not for the first time that day. Mina was a strong woman, but she wasnât the kind to reject help. She mustâve wanted to be alone with her father as she grieved. I turned back to those around me and sighed heavily. âYou know who would know what to do? Sana. I wish she was here.â
No one responded; we all knew I was right, because Sana was the biggest empath in the group and she always knew how to cheer up damn near anyone, but she was in Japan. Sana and Momo couldnât travel to Korea at such short notice, so they sent a wreath in their stead. We all missed those two so much that I guess they decided to ignore my comment in favor of looking over at Mina once more. I didnât take any offense to it.
The funeral proceeded as they usually do. Lots of crying, lots of comforting, and one last goodbye. Nearing the end of it, as we helped Mina gather the urn and the rest of her things to prepare for her flight to Japan, Daeul handed her a red paper flower heâd made. I didnât know heâd brought one to the funeral, but it really didnât surprise me that he had. Nayeon and I visited Minaâs mother often to care for her, and she taught Daeul how to make origami cranes, flowers and butterflies when she had time. Daeul, being the sweetest boy ever, mustâve thought it was only apt to send her off like this, with something sheâd helped him create. Mina took the red flower with the brightest smile she could muster and promised him sheâd make sure it made it all the way to Kobe, where the family grave was.
When it was all over and we walked back to our cars, I was about to open my door when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
âHey, Mina.â I knew it was her and shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what she wanted. I was never good at comforting people. âIâm sorry. Again.â I didnât know what else to say.
Minaâs downcast eyes traveled up to mine and they looked so...miserable. Of course she was, we were at her motherâs funeral. Still, I hadnât spent much time near her the whole day, preferring to give her space and let her mourn with her father; it shocked me how much pain there was in her eyes now that I looked directly at her.
âThanks,â she said. âI know itâs been hard on you too though. You kept my mom company from time to time. But Iâm not here to talk about that.â I fully turned to her, curious now. âCan I ask you for a favor?â
âOh! Of course. Anything,â I encouraged, noticing the hesitancy in her voice. I gave her a warm smile. âIâm serious. Anything you want, Minari.â
âLetâs all meet up again,â Mina replied with a strained smile of her own. âCan youâŠset up a day for that?â
Oh. I didnât think that that would be the reason she approached me, but I agreed immediately. Anything to help Mina feel better, I thought as I reached for my phone.
âI can do that. You want me to call everyone, right? Make arrangements and stuff?â
Mina pursed her lips and finally retracted her hand from my shoulder before nodding. âPlease. I need to be surrounded by our friends right now.â
I opened the calendar app, happy to be of help to her during these trying times. âGotcha. How soon do you want it?â
The hand that had been on my shoulder now firmly grasped at the neckline of her blouse, almost like she was keeping it from choking her. âAs soon as possible.â
âIs sometime within the next two weeks fine? I know it might not be as soon as you want it, butâŠâ I tried for a joke, to lighten the mood a little. âYou know. Dumb and Dumber need time to prepare a flight from Japan to Korea.â
âItâs great,â Mina replied, a smileâa genuine smileâspreading across her features. As pride surged within me, the clouds behind my friend broke and a ray of sunshine peeked through, providing her momentary respite from the dreariness of the weather. âThank you, Jeongie.â
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âHey.â
I looked up from my journal and felt as Daeul rested his chin on my shoulder, his warm breathing tickling me. Even from the corner of my eye I could see the curious glint in hisâheâd seen me writing, almost religiously, for the past month and never asked about it, but that day his curiosity won over, if his presence in my room meant anything.
âOh, hey, whatâs up?â
Nothing, he mouthed, his chin digging into my shoulder as he did so. He scanned the writing on the page, saw something interesting and raised his eyebrows, reached over and pointed at the various times Iâd written his name. âYouâre writing about me?â
âYeah.â I looked over the page too, noticing his name popped up way more than Iâd thought. âAnd about your momâwell, Iâm writing about everyone, I guess. Iâm writing down anything I can remember from the past ten years. Iâm still on the first year, though. Just finished the part where your mom and I got married. Lookââ I lifted the journal so he could see better, ââyou wanted to dance with us, so we carried you as we continued dancing. Do you remember that?â
Daeul lifted his chin and stepped away. I turned to watch and saw him counting on his fingers real quick.
âI was four. No, I donât remember that.â
âOh, thatâs okay.â I shut the journal after putting my pencil inside to mark my spot. My hand was cramping anyway. âThatâs why Iâm writing all of this down, so people who forgot can remember now, and so I donât forget too. Also, I think Grandpa Myoui would like to read it. You know he likes reading and hearing stories about the past.â
Daeul made a funny face and said, âGrandpa called me Junji one time.â
I rubbed my chin, pretending Nayeon hadn't already told me this the night it happened. âDid he? Well, you two donât look alike at all. Your ears are bigger. Remember, though, Grandpa Myouiâs got memory problems now, so he might do it a lot from now on.â
âBet he hasnât called Junji by my name,â Daeul said with a cute little pout.
âI doubt thatâs true. He called me Sana last week, so thereâs no doubt heâs called your cousin by your name.â My phone buzzed next to me, and I raised it to show Daeul. âMaybe you should ask him! Theyâll be here any moment, Dahyun just texted me that theyâre here!â
The doorbell rang the moment I finished saying that, and Daeul looked at me with those big eyes of his, excitement evident.
âTheyâre here! Ask Junji if Grandpa Myouiâs ever called him by your name! Go!â
Daeul dashed out, probably trying to beat Nayeon to the door, but I heard her shriek and knew without a doubt that she dove for it and beat him to opening it.
Suddenly, there was a cacophony of screaming, laughing and excuses. I stepped out of my room and into the hallway and the noise got even louder somehow, with Momo greeting me first.
âHey, idiot! Howâve you been?â Momo squeezed me with so much force I heard more popping from my back than Iâd ever heard from my joints.
âBetter without you around to call me an idiot,â I mumbled a little breathlessly, but when she frowned at me, I rolled my eyes and shook my head. âOkay! Okay! I missed you! You happy?â
Momo let go and shook her head, her dark hair coming loose from the ponytail she had it in. âNope! Sounded very insincere. The letters you sent me almost sound like theyâre from a completely different person! Whereâs the woman who said, quote: âMomoring, please come back to Korea, I miss you so muchâ?â
The conversation was cut short by Jihyo, who stumbled into Momoâs arms because she stepped on someone's shoe. âHey, Jeong! Good to see youâre still blonde somehow. Those roots are stronger than your joints, huh?â
âWhy are you acting like weâve been apart for years? You saw me yesterday, Hyo,â I laughed, catching sight of Mina stepping out of the mess of bodies. She smiled at me before hopping over Tzuyuâs bag of gifts, so I ripped myself out of Momoâs strangling hold to approach her.
âHey, Minari.â I spoke quietly to keep from attracting attention to us. âHow are you feeling?â
Mina didnât look at me; I followed her gaze to the sight of Dahyun and Sana hugging it out in my living room. All of our friends were embracing each other, making promises to get together more often over the sounds of squeals and âI missed youâs said over and over again.
âIâm feeling better already,â Mina whispered.
At that moment, the rest of my friends all pulled themselves apart to greet me at the same time.
âWhoa, okay, hold on, I know Iâm popular but one at a time, please,â I cried out with my arms in a protective stance. I got exaggerated sighs and booing as a response and I think Dahyun even threw a couch pillow at me.
After getting a few head pats from Tzuyu and back-breaking hugs from Sana, Nayeon led us all to the dining room like a pack of kindergartners and sat everyone down in their designated seats.
Now, hereâs a secret: Nayeon and I meticulously set up their seating arrangement only hours before, putting them closer or farther to us depending on different variables, such as whether they replied to the group chat, how often they visited and whether they laughed at Nayeonâs memes. It was for fun, not really anything deep, but we were kind of excited to see if anyone noticed the weird seating.
As we sat down, Nayeon elbowed me, her eyes saying it allââI canât wait to see Momoâs face when she realizes sheâs dead last.â
Junji was, of course, the closest one to us. He sat to Daeulâs right, because they were best friends first, cousins second. If we sat him even a centimeter farther, Daeul would go nuts.
After Junji would be his mothers. Mina got top spot because Daeulâs love for his favorite aunt Mina never diminished; her constant visits and bright smile made sure that his love for her only grew. When it came to Dahyun, I told my wife that I had to sit her close to us. I was really into gardening at the time and Dahyun was my top supporter, helping me set up the backyard and sometimes even helping me with the gardening itself. The whole project had gone so well, better than I could have imagined, and I knew I couldnât have done it without Dahyun.
Nayeon and I decided to sit Jihyo near us because we loved her to bits. Gone was the shy girl that gave me a weird first impression; Jihyo and her wife came over so often, the guest room wasnât even the guest room anymore, it was pretty much Jeonghwa and Jihyoâs room. Those two left their farmhouse every Friday and spent time watching movies or playing games with us. (Unfortunately, that day Jeonghwa couldnât come, so we had an empty seat next to Jihyo.)
After that were Chaeyoung and Tzuyu, the celebrity couple. Chaeyoung, by that time, was a model for possibly the biggest clothing brand in East and Southeast Asia, putting her face on nearly every billboard and ad space. Tzuyu had started a glassblowing YouTube channel two years prior, and while it had somewhat of a slow start, at some point her videos got so popular that she was constantly on the trending page. Tzuyu made so much money off ad revenue that she started donating 100% of it to humanitarian charities. I personally wanted Chaeyoung and Tzuyu to sit close to us so that their wealth would rub off on us but Nayeon was still mad that Chaeyoungâs contact name for her was âAncient đ”.â
Sana and Momo sat the farthest away from us, mostly as a jest, a way of grounding them for moving to Japan. We couldnât really blame them; Sana got so good at Korean that instead of teaching Japanese at a Korean university, she now taught Korean at a Japanese university. Momo would follow Sana to the ends of the Earth, so of course she followed her genius wife to Osaka, where she could easily open up a dance academy of her own. Another reason they were placed so far away was that they were terrible at replying to the group chat; it was the reason I eventually resorted to writing Momo snail mail. At least like that I could get a response, even if it took weeks for a letter to arrive.
It took everyone an hour to start asking why the seating arrangement was the way it was and another two for Nayeon and I to explain in depth why, exactly, Momo was dead last. There was lots of shouting (Momo being the most guilty) and lots of Tzuyu asking if we could please break our record of most-consecutive-minutes-spent-in-silence. Eventually Tzuyu gave up and did that thing where she closes her eyes and meditates to keep from judo-flipping us into submission.
âYouâre both horrible,â Momo said before taking another bite of her dessert. âBut whatever, the farthest Iâm sitting from Jeongyeon, the better.â
âYou were crying in the car on the way here because you missed her so much,â Jihyo said with a roll of her eyes. âIâm sick of you two. Can the both of you please just admit that you canât live without each other so that the rest of us may live our lives peacefully?â
âNot even in her wildest dreams,â Momo said in disgust exactly as I cried out, âEugh, over my dead body!â
âThis is their way of admitting it,â Sana said as she fought a fit of giggles. Ever the observant one, Sana saw Tzuyu fidgeting before anyone else. âOh? Chaengie and Tzuyu look like they want to say something.â
âWe have the invitations printed and ready,â Tzuyu said sourly, âbut I wanted to show them to you when the commotion died down.â
âSorry, sorry. Go ahead and tell us. Weâre all ears,â Mina said on behalf of all of us. She looked around as if to ask, weâll all behave for them, right guys? We all nodded, which satisfied Tzuyu enough to earn us a smile.
Despite the excitement that buzzed around the room, we managed to keep our volume at a Tzuyu-and-Daeul acceptable level when Tzuyu pulled out the wedding invitations. They were a simple but gorgeous cream color with a small photograph of Chaeyoung and Tzuyu looking lovingly into each otherâs eyes. It came as no surprise to hear that it was Tzuyuâs idea to add the photo, being the cheeseball she is.
âTzuyu,â Nayeon sniffled as she held our invitation to her chest. âAs your best friend in the entire world, will I be sitting next to you at the wedding? Itâs only customary for the bride to seat her best friend next to her.â She batted her eyelashes for effect, something that never worked on Tzuyu.
âAre you really asking such a bold question when you seated us across the room from you?â
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Nayeon pulled the sheets up to her chin and sighed deeply, letting the tiredness slip away with it.
âWhew. Damn. Weâre old huh?â She asked as she snuggled closer to me. âWe canât party like we used to.â
âWe?â I put my glasses down on the table next to me. âPlease speak for yourself. I'm not quite that old yet. Talk to me in a year, when Iâm your age.â
Nayeon harrumphed and wrapped her arms around me in protest. âJeong, tonight I heard your joints pop more than I heard Chaeyoung tell us she loves Tzuyu. And it was their wedding day. You canât tell me that it was the wooden table groaningâIâve been married to you for ten years now, I could recognize the sound of your joints anywhere.â
Instead of giving her the satisfaction of knowing she was right, I quickly switched the subject.
âHow are you feeling?â
âMmm. Nice topic change. But fine, Iâll humor you since I know Iâm right.â She hummed again before answering. âHow am I feeling..? About the wedding? Or about Sana and Momo coming back?â
âBoth.â
Nayeon snorted. âThe wedding was great, of course. Jihyo is probably the best wedding planner there is. Tzuyu and Chaeyoung took a while, but Iâm happy to see them married. And well, you saw me cry when Sana told me theyâre coming back.â
âI did. I even took some pictures.â
âNo way! I mustâve looked awful. I got tear stains all over Momoringâs dress.â
âYes way! I thought you looked cute! Iâll show you all the pics I took tomorrow. Iâm too warm to move right now.â I snuggled deeper into the bed to prove my point.
âGotcha.â
Just when I thought that was the end of the conversation, Nayeon shuffled even closer and threw a leg over my waist.
âHey. Did I ever tell you that you guys are the best thing that ever happened to me?â she asked, her voice soft and airy, the way it got when she said cute, cheesy things. âYou, Daeul, our best friends. The best thing that ever happened to me.â
âYou havenât. But you donât need to,â I said, stifling a yawn. Nayeon being impossibly close meant more warmth, more comfort; dangerous stuff when youâre having a conversation at one in the morning. âI can see it in your eyes. In your smile. I also love them, you know. Iâm glad weâre all still friends after so many years.â
Nayeon made a happy sound and buried her head into my chest. Her voice came out muffled when she said, âOkay but. Am I the best thing though?â
âWhat?â
âAm I the number one best thing thatâs ever happened to you?â The question came with a little squeeze.
I rolled my eyes, but it was dark and she couldnât see me when she had her head buried like that anyway. âLetâs sleep.â
âJeongyeonnie. Am I your number one?
âOh god, Nayeon, you know you are. I tell you every day!â
âIt's not enough,â she whined. âI wanna hear it again. Tell me Iâm your number one.â
I let out a big sigh, but I made sure to say it with a smile so she could at least hear it in my voice.
âYouâre my number one, Nayeon.â
âGoodnight, I love you,â Nayeon finally said, and pretended to snore, as if me saying that was all she needed to sleep.
I could feel her face heating up, though, meaning she really really liked hearing it, and I decided not to end it there. There was a very particular phrase that always drove her crazyâŠ
âYou really are my number one,â I whispered. âGoodnight, Nayeon. I love you.â
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