Beautiful Goodbye
CHAPTER 3: The Hidden

    His eyes were perfectly rounded, as a lump of body galloped towards him. He had not yet dodged, the collision happened. The mobile phone that was being held was thrown into the street. Phone connection disconnected. Sohyun fell, crushed by the strong body he had felt for the first time.

     The moment in power, long the two pairs of eyes were together to look at. They judge each other. Arising gelenyar—appears a strange feeling that invokes—for both. Especially on Kim Sohyun who suddenly missed bubbling.

     Sohyun stared at the face of the man before him. His lips were twitching, clenched no longer able to slip words. The face he had always seen in a piece of paper was now exposed in front of him. No longer a lifeless imaginary sketch, this real man was nearby. They were silent, silent as if accompanying an unexpected meeting until it touched tens of seconds later.

     Taehyung who realized first, cut off the fabric of their eye contact. The man stood up, after oppressing the body of the woman he did not know her name.

     "I'm sorry, Miss. I really didn't mean it." He apologized while extending his right hand, intending to help Sohyun stand up. But good intentions do not always get a response back, Sohyun remained silent, leaving the empty hand still floating in the air. The girl reluctantly grabbed him, as if she wanted to take longer, asking in time to remain silent. But again, it's free.

     Taehyung, who saw the two thugs getting further, chose to run after them. Let Sohyun alone record the events of today. The man was alarmed, however he had to get his bag back. He is not willing to lose the precious things he promised his best friend. Taehyung does not know yet, the friend he longs to incarnate in the figure of a woman who is now staring without turning her face. Sohyun was still silent in his place. Long enough my eyes noticed each inch wide Taehyung's legs. There was a cry from the young man, who turned to look at him.

     "I'm sorry, Missaa!"

     Taehyung yelled from a distance, before he completely vanished from Sohyun's attention.

      He gave a thin smile. The heavy voice of the man he missed greeted his shade again. Sounds mature, heavier. Today is the second Thursday in October. Can he hear it in the days and months that follow? Sohyun immediately shook his head, not wanting to be too dreamy. One thing he believed, this was not the end of their meeting.

     The streets were quiet without sound, only the bad luck of the wind that hit several times, making the dry leaves that fell from the branches of the tree wiped.

      Sohyun complained in pain as he got up, about to stand up. His gaze he turned to the pain ring, fixed on the wounds on his knees and palms bruised with redness. A new wound was created there.

     "Blood!" his hiss, smiling wryly.

     Breathing a long breath slowly, the net roundly looking for the location of the phone that had fallen. Sohyun knew for sure, his mother was misuh-misuh because the phone connection was cut off just like that.

     It was apparently lying in the middle of the highway. Thrown away from his current position. Inevitably, Sohyun had to take it. Trying to stand alone despite the difficulties now befall. Small groans occasionally oozed from her thin lips. Wounds that are not how it turns out can make him tortured.

     Slowly and prudently, his feet crossed the streets. There are only a few more jengkal himself able to reach the flat object. Nahas, again good luck is not on his side. The wheels of a speeding iron-truck car crushed him into three pieces.

     Sohyun snorted, staring at the sliver of the phone his mother had given him had been destroyed. Back he stepped up, picking up the shapeless broken phone again before leaving.

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     Taehyung is still struggling to pursue two thugs who still do not want to give up. His breath was pumped, wheezing. He saw the thugs he was chasing disappear as if they were swallowed by the earth. Looking at the place, it was impossible for them to escape from his pursuit. Taehyung until the confusion is not out of thought, but not intermittent, the man's gaze leads to a pile of drums. If calculating the layout as well as the coordinates of the ground plane point, there was still enough empty space, the distance was less than two meters. Taehyung approached, very slowly full of vigilance.

     "Get out! I know you're there" he said after finding a pair of shoes, clogging at the end of the drum.

     "Better you guys hand over my bag. If you need money, this is not the way it is." Taehyung tries to persuade the two thugs to give up his bag. If the situation is like this, Taehyung feels he is the predator who is hunting their prey.

     Empty drums fell, creating a thudding sound of two men ravaging. Taehyung smiled obliquely, knowing they came out by themselves without bothering to play hide and seek.

     He took three steps forward, standing in his signature style. A bright red tinge lit up on both the faces of the thugs.

     "Fight us if we dare!"

     They don't just give up, they challenge Taehyung.

     "Ah, why should that be? I don't want to find trouble with you guys. Hand over my bag now and I promise I won't report you two to the police."

     Although Taehyung asked nicely, still the thug was reluctant to fulfill his request. Looks like both of them have prepared a plan. With great force, if the problem does not go away, there is another way; fight back.

     Brawling was inevitable, both sides were completely unwilling to budge.

Those who initially underestimated Taehyung, finally gave up, bowing their knees a sign of defeat. The martial ability Taehyung possessed was much more powerful. Enough with five strokes that Taehyung missed, able to paralyze the street thugs.

     The new bruises were imprinted sweetly on their faces. Taehyung who saw it until grimaced to see the results of the actions of two hands and feet.

"I told you, right? Quickly give me back the bag! I'm also sorry for hitting you, and thank you so much for this..." Taehyung showed a beret wound on his left elbow. The actual wound he got when he fell hit Sohyun.

     Defensively, the person holding the bag advanced while throwing the bag that directly fell into Taehyung's embrace. After that run the ridge left him alone in a deserted place that Taehyung himself did not know his name. Such as oil storage containers that have long been mangkrak and switch functions as waste disposal.

      Rushed Taehyung away after getting his item. During the trip, he was pictured the face of a woman who had been wretched by it. Taehyung again spurred his foot movements, running to the place where he hit the woman earlier. But late. By the time he arrived, the wanted woman had already disappeared without a trace. All that was, was a piece of red cloth lying around without knowing who the owner was. A red knitting scarf.

     "I should have helped her, not left her here!" lamented Taehyung, his heart began to be enveloped in guilt. He was determined to find the woman. Any way.

     The young man continued the path that had stalled. While carrying the scarf, which Taehyung believed belonged to the woman.

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     Sohyun finally arrived at his residence, having taken pains to walk on limping legs. Whether it had been a few times, the girl sighed, tired of actually having run her body bathed in sweat.

     "Miss ..." Jonghoon who accidentally just returned, approached Sohyun who was still standing near the entrance gate.

     "Where have you been? The madam was worried about the state of Miss," she asked in a panic.

     "Nothing to worry about. I'm fine." Sohyun quickly passed, normalizing his footsteps as if nothing had happened. The girl was willing to endure the pain so that Jonghoon did not know about it, even more complaining to the mother.

     Jonghoon certainly wouldn't be so easy to believe. What's more after seeing the bruises on some parts of Sohyun's body. He tried to get closer, noticing once more the abrasions that had befallen his young Miss's skin.

     "Did something happen on the road?"

     Sohyun's steps stopped.

     "Miss hurt?"

     Sohyun did not turn his head or simply answer two questions from Jonghoon. He chose to walk again as usual, but it seemed that what Sohyun did was in vain. The girl bragged holding her left leg which was suddenly hit by pain.

     "Sumiyan ..."

     His hands clenched, then turned to look at Jonghoon who was standing parallel behind him. A call he had not heard for a long time from the middle-aged man's mouth. The tail of his eyes glanced at Jonghoon's hand that had been holding the flaming phone.

     "It's just a small wound. I hope you shut up. Whatever you know about me .. Don't tell Mom! Stop complaining to her."

     This time Sohyun silenced Jonghoon. It seemed that the man was silent after Sohyun who had entered the house. His palm clenched his mobile phone firmly, canceling his intention of contacting Yoon eun.

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    Occasionally a groan slowly escaped from his lips, while the cotton covered with antiseptic liquid touched the surface of his skin that was peeled off. Luckily, the blood had stopped flowing after Sohyun patched it with a bandage.

     He was still pensively on the bed, after scraping his medicine box. Now her neutrality is oriented towards her sketchbook, showing the masculine face she had finished drawing this afternoon.

     "Kim Tae Hyung .. Is that really you?" he watched slowly.

     Then his gaze shifted to his left foot. At first glance nothing is different. Except for one thing hidden from behind his kneecap.

     His hand reached the handle of his wired intercom room, which was directly connected to the servants who returned to duty as usual.

     "Eunjung, can you come here?" he said on the phone. "I need your help."

      Sohyun immediately ended, putting the handle back to its original place. Before long, the person he called came. A well-dressed woman, who bowed politely in front. The woman was still bowed, not daring to look back at the master.

     The real Eunjung was still doubtful, timidly looking at Sohyun's face. That looked shady accompanied by his thin smile. Slowly he approached, his pupils widened when he saw the wounds on Sohyun's body. Not much different from Jonghoon's reaction.

     "Give me your phone!" Sohyun asked, a little demanding to Eunjung.

     The woman immediately handed her phone from her pocket, giving it to Sohyun who raised a hand. Eunjung only noticed, when Sohyun typed something and seemed to contact someone.

     "Come to the house. There's something I want to make sure of."

     As usual, her Young Miss would only chat briefly. I don't know who he called until he had to use Eunjung's cell phone. The woman immediately received back her phone after Sohyun spoke. He bowed respectfully once again, feeling his affairs were done. Eunjung pulled herself out of the room she hadn't seen for four years. He turned around to come out.

    "Thank you, Eunjung."

     Sohyun's slow voice echoed, padlocking the pace of Eunjung's legs that were already holding the door hinges. "That's my duty, Miss," Eunjung said. A feeling of excitement filled the cavities of his heart. A simple speech from Sohyun that slid without her ever expecting before.

    Sohyun pulled the corner of his lips, again smiling at the door that was slowly closing tightly.

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     Taehyung's gaze sparkled, seeing how much food was on the dining table. Almost all the dishes available are her favorite. Although upon arrival at home he was greeted with various powerful pinch, let some of his body become a victim of the violence of his mother.

     "Mother is indeed the best" Taehyung gave her two thumbs up, pointing at her mother, Mrs Kim Sewon

     "Mom knows you're very hungry. Eat a lot, then tell me what happened until you were late, until it was just here." While glancing at his watch.

     Taehyung nodded obediently, bribe after mouth entering the large hole of his throat. Ends with a long burp, the man's mark is in a very full state. Full stomach.

     "You look like a bum who hasn't been fed for months." The newly joined Haeyoung criticizes the way the youngest son eats.

     "Dad doesn't know, my energy drained from running fast on the streets. Good thing I didn't faint and quickly got home."

    "meaning?"

    "On the way there were crazy thugs who robbed my bag, thankfully I was able to get that thing again."

    They both heard Taehyung's explanations with reverence. Including the Taehyung incident that hit a girl during the chase. Haeyoung and Sewon compactly call, for Taehyung to take responsibility for the female figure told, who immediately got a nod from Taehyung.

     "Oh yeah! Dad, Mom, where's Brother? I didn't see him, and I told him I was going home today."

     Sewon sighed, looking at Taehyung who was plagued with curiosity. "your brother left."

     "What's? How could he have left, when I had told him I was going home today." Disappointed Taehyung, complaining about his brother's attitude. A week earlier he had deliberately informed his return plans, and was promised a rousing reception.

     "Actually this afternoon Jaehyun was still at home. But after getting a call from someone, he immediately left without saying anything."

     "Definitely take care of the patient again" snorted Taehyung, singing his lips. He invited the laughter of his parents.

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     A man in a blue shirt rushed out of his new car. Walk quickly towards one of the buildings, a two-story house with classic contemporary style. For the sake of fulfilling someone's call, he was willing to penetrate the cold weather at night. His feelings are not calm now.

     The man was at the entrance. Closer to the intercom located on the wall. He then said, "it's me, Doctor Kim ..."

     The door opened, Eunjung opened it. The woman looked shocked at the presence of the man who called himself Doctor Kim. He immediately nodded, allowing him to go inside.

     "Where is the boy?" Jaehyun asked, circling around the house that was always quiet every time he looked.

     "In his room."

     Jaehyun immediately headed for the room in question. But Eunjung quickly held back Jaehyun's steps. "You must not carelessly enter into Miss's room. He'll be mad ..."

     "Will he really be angry?"

     Eunjung hesitated.

     "Even if he's angry, I'll make sure he'll regret doing it to me."

     Eunjung was unable to pucker up to hear Jaehyun's ultimatum. With a heavy heart, the thirty-year-old woman herded Jaehyun as her courtesy towards guests.

     "Since this afternoon, Miss hasn't come out of the room. Did something happen to her, until Miss contacted you— asking to come over these nights?" Eunjung started to want to know.

     "You really want to know, Hong Eun Jung?"

     He nodded back.

     Jaehyun. "You'd better get back to your job."

     Eunjung who had been very serious eared well, scowling back at Jaehyun who was none other than her senior during high school first. For him the man did not change, still as annoying.

     "Well, Waiter Hong. I went in first, you go back to work, accompany Aunt Jo."

     He immediately entered Sohyun's unlocked room. Eunjung snorted, as soon as she finally left from there. Although afraid, if the young doctor did what he had just said.

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     Sohyun slowly opened his closed eyelids, shortly after the room door closed. He saw the figure of a tall man dressed formally came, approaching himself who was leaning on the head of the bed.

     "You came sooner than I expected" he said without much ado.

     "Are you not supposed to be happy? Aren't you begging me to be your personal doctor, Young Miss Kim?"

     Sohyun smiled in anguish. Then hinted Jaehyun to sit on the available chair near his bed.

     "Did something happen to you?" the question suddenly, the article is not usually 'strange' women call him, what else to use someone else's mobile number.

     Sohyun then uncovers a blanket covering his lower body. Shows his legs are only wrapped in shorts.

     "Here" he said pointing to his injured knee.

     "Someone made me fall, she was irresponsible and left at will." Sohyun chuckled at the thought, though now his tears were rushing. "It hurts, I can't move it."

     Jaehyun flicked his eyes, hurriedly checking Sohyun's legs. "Actually what happened, I told you, your leg can't get hurt again."

     The man shrieked in front of Sohyun who was actually laughing. "If it wasn't like this, I wouldn't have met him, Doctor Kim .. he's back."

     The forehead of Jaehyun folded, there was no time to confuse the confusing words of Sohyun. With a lightning movement, he hacked Sohyun's body out.

     "We have to do a checkup. Don't refuse or I'll tell your mother the truth!" 

     Sohyun was silent in Kim Jaehyun's arms. After he was transported to Nerakanya—hospital.