He was his son.The son of an  old man who used to insult my appearance  whenever I passed by his lawn on my way to my workplace. I hated that old cranky guy so much I wished that he would die choking over his pipe that always hanged by his lips.Childish you might say but if you had to endure the same annoying calls like 'useless' and 'piece of uneducated ' everyday , you would wish the same too.You should see his face whenever he got my attention ,with the smirk of victory, eyeing my tense figure as I strained myself from strangling him right there .

             His son was in  the other page of the story.God-that boy is stunning beyond words.His hazel eyes are just reflecting heaven under the natural lightning from the sun ,his dark purplish hair was styled in a  slightly weird but fancy bowl cut framing his round baby-skin face that somehow looked too perfect for a guy.He has a petite body that blended well together with his dainty princess-y look which I had no doubt of being the reason of  he being treated like one.His clothing were out of the world , too stylish for someone that spend most of his time around his little castle.

      He's not working as far as I knew , thanks to my mother's gossip group , his father had enough pension money to support both of them for another three generations as he used to be one of the secret knight  of the King himself .Its hard even to imagine him in his father position looking at all the  little bit feminine touches that make him plus the rare  kind of beauty.he possesed which  I had hardly seen on other people and my girlfriend was the visual representative of our school ! With his sorted moves and delicate steps, it became an enjoyable thing for me to watch him pouring the steaming tea into his dickhead father's china cup every evening and couldn't help myself from mesmerizing his fingers working magic on his father's shoulder ,massaging him like a good daughter he was , relieving whatever stiffness that old guy had when he just sitting there on the garden stool doing nothing .

            He was the only reason I kept using the same path despite all the unpleasant encounters with his maybe, adopted father as how that guy looked absolutely different from him.Strangely,we never spoke to each other. He was too shy and for me , I couldn't even get an each closer to their fence without his father's eye stabbing me.The only conversation we had were just the stolen glances we threw for each other.Sometimes we had a serious talks like when we glanced at the same time and we caught each other's eyes and you just immedietly pulled your head in whatever direction you could do to hide your red shades of cheeks.I love it that way.A nice way to communicate with stranger when you got an father .

      It was a nice incident on the night of Christmas eve when I just returned from the town to celebrate the festive day with Chaerin, strolling down his lawn when I saw him walked out from his house crying.I halted my steps a few times,battling with my own self to either minding my own business or exposing myself to his father's deathly claw to check on him.My heart won that night . Whatever s the angel version of me trying to pull, I swore he just put me own spell to make me agreed for doing what I did next.I shredded my pants when I climbed over his fence and caught my legs in tangled with his plants tendrils.As if  that wasn't enough embarrassement for me, he had to see me on my most vulnerable way and help me to escape from the messy position I was in.His eyes were still red and wet with his tears when he lend me his hand ,his fine gentle hand,to lift me up from the freshly watered ground.

"Are you okay?,"

      So, that was the first time I speak to him .He said his dad was dissappointed when he came out of his closet the morning before so I said his dad was retarded and it's okay because a veteran rarely behave like normal people.He laughed and I had to freaking slap myself because I nearly drown myself over the sweet sound of his giggle.I told him about my mother's nagging habit and he told me he would want to join her gossip group sometimes.We laughed together this time and it's not too bad to admit that the sound was harmonious.He invited me to come over when I had my  free time and waved me bye when his dad called him in.Everything were like in a blink of eyes and I never had a chance to know his name ,his favourite food and where did he purchase such kind of enticing look that just face-shaming the actual girl that  night.

      I learn the mistake fast and grabbed the chance after a few encounters later which of course, accompanied with more harsh criticism from his dad about how he should bring a boyfriend who look less like a homeless man or he would reconsider his acceptance over his son's ual preference. Most of the time we took it as one of his dad joke who no one cares about.I would spend nearly half of my day off school and works playing video games with him or being his guinea pig , tasting whatever kind of food he wanted to cook that day or sometimes just talking about our day while listening to some good music we had figured from the internet. It was fun and it didn't too long for both of us to declared ourselves best friend.Best friend within three months of our first encounter.Great. 

           Chaerin was everything but imperfect. She was everything a guy would asked for .Face,brain,heart as pure as angel, and a great sense of humor too. That was why my little sister who took her as her ultimate role model  thought I was losing my mind  and threatened to disowned me when I cut the relationship off with her. Suprisingly,Chaerin didn't even wailed like how I expected her to be , telling me to take it easy.Maybe she just can feel it coming .Girl's sense like how they named it. She wished me luck for my future life , saying that we could start again as friend like old time , brushing my arms like a tough mother trying to hide her wavering voice ,she almost made me rethink of my decision

           . But once your heart sets on something, you can't just mask them away and my heart had already caged by something or more exact, someone.So the next day, I got him a couple band.Gold rose in colour. Just a simple cheap one with both of our initial carved on the underside of the band. He joined our fingers together and  told me his dad already approved my 'homeless clothing style'.I still remember running into his house after that  to hug his dad despite of him,knocking my head with his cane. We become a lover shortly after the third knock on my head.

       Three months into the relationship and I was already tied in a tight knot around his  finger. He was like my other complement puzzle that somehow end up in the other side of world.I was head over heels into him and this magnificient feeling we had for each other. Every single time spent together were precious.The contentment was shown even in a simple polaroid we took together.Backhugging him was my new found obsession and for whatever reason , he love my crooked nose which I were not even sure if he really meant my nose or the symbolism behind it .His dad even started to like my studded boot, inviting me for dinner and called me a son he never had which of course cause him a slap on his shoulder from his own daught-son.

           He said he can even die in peace knowing that someone finally there to be with his princess.Someone he truly trusted. I had never been so honoured in my whole life. 

                December 31st , he fell from the staircase and knocked his head first to the floor.I wasn't there that day and his dad couldn't reach him from his wheelchair. Not fast enough I could say because when I found them, both already on the floor, his father was crying besides his unconscious body. That was the first time in my life that I felt like my whole world was tumbled away ,like all my breathe and strength just being ripped away from my body .I was shaking so bad ,it took me three times to press the numbers for medical assistance right.Who knews how long he was deserted there.

                   He was in comatose after that.His body cold on the bed with respiratory aid machine connected to the mask on his face.The impact was bad enough to affect his spine and a few major part of his brain and from the doctor's word ,an hour late from the time I found him, he would stand no chance at all.I cried for more than an hour on his father's shoulder , too shock to accept the fact that I was so close from losing him for forever.But he was there, breathing, struggling to stay live and I have never been so thankful.I took sign as the way for me to treat him better . His ward was my second home, his adjacent bed was my second bed. My warm hands become the loyal blanket for his while his thigh become my most treasured pillow. Sometimes I could even saw his little movement ,like when I told him about my bad day at my workplace or about how much our son , our two years old dog,Gaho, missed him or when I told him how much I hoped I can wrap him in my arms again but most of the time ,like what his dad said , it's just my imagination.

 Three months in the hospital and I already made friends with the staffs and nurses.They said I'm a good boyfriend, I jokingly said he would whopped my if I don't behaved.I sincerely hoped he would woke up even if it's just to beat my .

 The hell broke lose after he woke up that morning. Looking fresh as how a newborn be, skin shone with healthy colour as he threw me the most confusion look ever 

 "Who are you?," 

             To say that my heart was shattering, its beyond understatement..My heart wasn't even there anymore. He shoved me away when I tried to hug him. 

"Stay off me ,you creep,where is my dad even?,"

              I tried again, this time to kiss him,to make him remember .Because that was not fair .He couldn't just forget about me.But I was dragged out by the security when he pushed the help button attached to his bed . Strangely he remember his dad. He even told him to watched over his safety from a'  strange looking guy that kept pestering him' . His dad tried to help me. Tried.

"I'm not a dad,there's no way I'm engaged to a guy, what kind of nonsense are you sputtering here?!,"

             The doctor said its the effect of his brain injury. He lost a part of his memory. I could tell its not just that .His dad thought the same too.

             He was discharged not too long after that and despite all my attempts to get him remember,he turned to hate me more. He said I was trying to manipulate him, feeding him lie.He was no more a feminine guy that used to blush over every compliments ,no longer the same guy who wore cute apron with adorable design, no more a caring freak that took time to check on all the stray animals he spotted along the road,no more a good daughter to his old father and certainly not the old lover I used to had.

It took me a bit too long after all the chasing to realize that I wasn't needed anymore.Everything was over.I was no longer significant to him.This Ji Yong , was a brand new guy.He was not my old lover.My old Ji Yong had died after the accident.

I walked out the door with the heaviest steps I had ever took despite his dad's pleads for me to stay which I had to selfishly , close my ears. For my own sake and sanity,I had to mend my broken heart together  first and that will only , if ever ,happen when I'm away.

"Till we met again , papa ,"

"How could you, Dae-,"

 He was not looking at me when I waved my hands for the last time while standing on the other side of the door. 

"Dad,stop being so pathetic, he's nobody, "

I guess that's true ,I'm nobody anymore

And we become stranger again.

Same ol sameol cliche story ,just trying to break free from my writerblock state.Not so succeed I guess