He Who Came to Visit Me
He May Be the OneWe sit at a local restaurant and await our order.
“I haven’t had American food in such a long time,” Jung Yong Hwa. He notices my look of unease. He frowns. “You don’t have to be so at unease. I am here as a friend,” he says with a weak smile.
I quickly change my expression. “Ani-yo oppa! I’m …quite comfortable.” I fall silent.
….
I finally decide to look up and give him a smile. “Oppa, did you order what you like? I’m buying and I won’t take no for an answer.”
He gives me a sincere smile in return. “Yeh, I did.”
….
…
We continue the night as friendly as possible. He talks about the release of his solo album and I listen. We talk. We laugh. We order many drinks. It was as if the relationship we had in the past had rekindled itself and nothing has ever tainted it.
…
“Oppa, you shouldn’t have drank so much,” I tell him.
“Hmm, it’s okay as long as I have you to take care of me,” he says with a smile as he leans on my shoulders as we walk to my recording studio.
It was late and I had drank a few drinks too so I didn’t want to drive. My studio was about three blocks from the restaurant anyways.
“Oppa, you are heavy,” I .
He lets out a low laugh before suddenly becoming serious. “You know it’s your fault…you left such an unbearably heavy feeling *hiccup* ….in my heart,” he says as he pushes himself off of me and into a wall. He leans on the wall and he grabs my hand and holds it to his chest. “Do….do you feel it? *hiccup* It’s heavy isn’t it?” he asks.
“Oppa…” I start saying.
“DO YOU…. *hiccup* …do you feel it?” he asks again.
“Yeh,” I reply in the verge of tears.
He looks at me before he puts himself on my shoulders again. “Don’t be upset. You are worth it.”
My heart sinks.
…
I finally wipe away the tears and start walking again.
…
We make it to my studio and lie him down on the couch and wrap him in a blanket I keep there just in case I have a late night. As I finish settling him down, I notice a single tear falling from his face. I stare and think, ‘how did it become this way?’ I then gently wipe it away and walk out. As I make it to the front of my studio, I stop and take out my phone from my purse. I begin dialing. “Hey Vivi, I am at the studio right now. Is it too late to do me a favor? ….okay, can you call someone to meet me at XXX Restaurant to pick up my car. I’ll be waiting for there…. gamsahabnida.” I hang up the phone and continue walking…
…
Not knowing that someone has been watching me this whole time.
Comments