Adagio |Risk Of Life|
The adagio 37
Actually, this isn't what I want. Running from trouble is not my figure.
If the definition of the word 'Go' was embodied in two different forms and meanings, I would prefer the other option. Not even acting like a loser and hiding like this.
I don't like myself like this.
Hyuji looked at the reflection of himself on the mirror that was standing not far from the sight. Staring there, looking for the meaning of why it looks so and very very sad.
All of a sudden, his memory returned five hours ago. Five hours where he met the figure of John who he had been avoiding. And yes, she was the only reason Hyuji preferred the embarrassing option. John is the culprit.
Laughing wistfully, Hyuji bowed lethargicly staring at his intertwined fingers as he realized that he could not yet put aside his feelings for John. “Why should he come again?” he muttered, remembering how to get back together with John, a young man he did not even want. “Did I make the wrong decision? I should have chosen the other option, right?”
Hyuji felt that he really did not want John to bring him back. He is too tired to live in Busan, fear and worry are always the things that haunt him. Slowly, the finger link is stretched, and the palm is stretched out to reach the device on the nightstand.
A feeling of doubt filled his head, and without feeling a single tear soaked the side of Hyuji's face. Maybe he looks fine at the moment, but everything is inversely proportional to his heart.
“I should how? I don't want to go back at all?”
She may have rejected John's offer to bring him back, but the attitude John showed when he said he wanted to bring Hyuji back was the main reason Hyuji faltered. The young man was too gentle and sincere.
Hyuji crept the clothes right on his chest, feeling the tightness filling the chest cavity.
Come back as my brother.
Ah, Hyuji had to go back in tears. He had been holding back for a long time, even intentionally not crying for the past two years. Torturing himself so that the young man was no more sick than he was.
All that blue sadness suddenly disappeared as the door of his room creaked softly. A young girl appeared from behind the dark brown wooden landscape with a fluffy smile that looked beautiful.
“Kak, can I come in?”
Hyuji patted his wet cheeks slowly, hoping it wasn't too late and the girl saw him who was fragile.
“Of course, come here!” hyuji answered while presenting a smile in a sad face that he could hide in just a matter of a second.
The girl opened the door perfectly, walked in and re-collared the thick wood to get back together.
“What's El?”
If you're guessing the girl is Elliotte, you're right. Elliotte is the granddaughter of the woman who brought Hyuji to live one roof with them. Hyuji will never forget the precious merit of El's grandmother.
“Kakak used to be from Busan, right?” tanya El while carrying her body weight to be reflected on Hyuji's bed.
Hyuji stared at Elliotte's beautiful face that looked so enthusiastic, then grabbed the girl's head gently and a warm smile. “True, why? Do you want to visit Busan?”
“El wants to go there..” he said in a voice that sounded like an appeal.
“Why do you suddenly want to go there? Is someone waiting for you in Busan?”
It looked a little sad as El shook his head. The girl who sat in the final semester of High School looked down with her lips pursed forward, then played the fingernail tip and looked like a teenage girl in a kasmaran. Looks adorable in Hyuji's eyes.
“You lied? Sister can see you are not saying real—”
“Not so,” said Elliotte quickly before Hyuji finished the sentence he was about to convey.
“Then?” her insistence, demanding Elliotte to raise their gaze and bead in order to meet each other.
“She came and came from Busan!”
Hyuji frowned. I don't understand what Elliotte's saying. “Who?!”
A sweet snort that revealed two dimples of hers, Elliotte answered Hyuji lightly. “Uncle John!”
...***...
One thing that makes John seem to be swayed by reality, then thrown in the same place, namely waiting.
The SUV entered the basement of the hotel where he had been staying for a few days, and yes, he would not have returned to Busan without Hyuji.
John is a young man who can turn stubborn if he has a desire. He will be persistent and strive to achieve what he hoped to achieve all along. Putting aside all feelings that might still not be able to go away or turn around just like that. To be honest, another feeling for Hyuji still exists, even though John has brushed aside and convinced himself that it is very wrong.
John was still sitting behind the wheel, pondering how he met Hyuji today. He misses the girl who once filled his heart, then gets crushed by the fact that they are brothers.
“What if his father finds out he's back in Busan?” he murmured, still unable to accept if they were born from the same father figure.
John took a deep breath, scooping up as much oxygen as possible while tightly covering his two petals that felt heavy. Slowly his lips opened, recalling Hyuji's sad face that he had seen just a moment ago. “What would I do if his father forced Hyuji to return to his house which he obviously did not expect!”
John rubbed his face, looking for a way to keep things a secret. So that Hyuji's family doesn't know if Hyuji's back in Busan.
Then, at another second where his brain was thinking hard, the phone he put next to the transmission gear lever was pounding. Hyuji's name popped up and scattered everything he was stacking inside his head. And without waiting long for the display to go off, John swiped the green button that jumped up and brought it closer to the listener. Of course his surprised look this time came from a voice that softened from across. Didn't expect Hyuji to make a decision this soon, even though he had already said that Hyuji didn't need to rush.
John swallowed all the bits of his happiness in shock as Hyuji said,
“John, let's go back to Busan!”[]