It feels like a long time ago when Yonghwa had troubles and I got into it rather surprisingly per his persistence. He made me his chauffeur (without knowing his troubling past) six months ago and oh I remember the hatred I felt for him. The hatred has long gone now; replaced by a feeling I never thought I could be brave enough to accept again after what between Kyuhyun and me. He taught me to open up and here I am opening my heart to him. Now, as we are walking towards the dandelion field behind the orphanage where we first met, hand in hand, with him reliving the moment and me trying to remember; this feels surreal.

“Are you alright Hyun?” he asked.

I smiled. “I’m alright. I’m just… nervous” I said as we walked towards the run down fence where the tree still stands; the tree where our first photograph was taken.

His grip tightens almost as if he is trying to assure me that everything is going to be fine. “I’m here” he replied simply.

I took out the photograph from my purse and I looked at it fondly. “I want to remember our promise Yong. I feel bad knowing you’ve been holding true to the promise”

He leaned at the tree, arms folded and with a cheeky smile on his face he looked at me. “You’re touched right Seo Joohyun”

I smiled. “No. Not really” I lied of course.

He huffed with a feigned annoyance. “You’re difficult to please Seo Joohyun”

“I know” I smiled.

We walked around the field and there is this familiarity growing in me. I remember hiding in this field. I was hiding from everyone hoping to be left alone. Nobody found me. But Jung Yonghwa did.

“You are one heck of a busy body weren’t you? You found my hiding place” I said as I hooked my arms into his.

“First of all, I stayed here longer than you. Second, I have grown fond of this field long before you entered the orphanage. Thirdly, I told people that there are ghosts roaming around here. I am one heck of a story teller aren’t I? No one dared to come here but me… and you” he said.

“So this field is like our secret dandelion field then” I said. He nodded.

Honestly, the memory of him leaving the orphanage is still fuzzy but I can now clearly recall the accident that killed my parents. The fact that I knew they were in the middle of divorce made me refuse to believe that my perfect little family was going to end. I learned that everything good always