Beautiful Goodbye
CHAPTER 7: If the Word

     A week passed by itself. Such is the time that will continue to move forward, not slowing down or deliberately made fast. Today, the sky unfolds, coming with the warm sun. The sun shines on the millions of beings under His power. The leaves of maple trees around the house began to fall, drifting apart the calm wind, then fell to the earth floor that was not visible again the color of the land.

     The serene-faced girl was still sitting on the chair, facing herself against the slightly dusty window of her curtains. It feels very long do not inhabit a room that is almost not touched by foreign hands, other than himself. He advanced further, breaking the curtains of the bedroom window that immediately shone on the basin.

     "Autumn" he said.

     The opening of the wooden window, recommends the hands want to feel the leaves that plunge from the mouth of the tree branch that stands firmly close to the wall of his room. A sheet struck the red palm, brownish yellow leaves that look dry— very fragile.

    Looking fixedly, his lips moved thinly. "Will you wait for me there?" Sohyun wondered. A moment later, he turned his obsidian on the sketch of the face of the man he had wrapped in the frame. Tidily displayed in the corner of the wall.

     "Let's meet. I can't wait to see you."

     Words ended. Sohyun got up from his wheelchair. Moving both of his legs numb, as a result of lying unconscious for days. Now he is home, which he stepped on a few minutes after returning from the 'nerakanya'--hospital.

     If it wasn't for Yoon eun going home today, Jaehyun, his chatty doctor would have kept him in the hospital even longer. At least Sohyun is grateful, can be free from the kongkongan cursed place that found his life so far.

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     Jonghoon who was transporting Sohyun's goods while in the hospital into the house, surprised by his master's son who had been dressed neatly, appeared very graceful. Immediately he put the bag containing the clothes on the table, walking quickly to Sohyun who casually passed the stairs.

     "Where are you going?" Ask Jonghoon. The young lady was wearing her casual dress, with a knit sweater and a soprano violin hanging from her right hand.

     "Where do you think I'm going, Uncle?" Sohyun asked back.

     The grown man looked down for a moment, knowing his immunity. Jonghoon gulped roundly. Buttons bag containing books and musical instruments, is enough as an explanation, the Nonanya will go to campus.

     "Sorry."

     Sohyun did not reply, looking at the man who was growing wrinkles on his face. For him it is too common to see Jonghoon who put excessive worry. Just like Yoon eun. He went back on his way, to the door. Hoping after this Jonghoon quickly brought his belongings in front of the room door and did not ask more.

     "Wait, Miss!"

     Unfortunately it is not that easy, Jonghoon asked him once again. Sohyun stopped walking.

     "You just got home from the hospital. Shouldn't you take a break?"

     He let out a long sigh hearing Choi Jonghoon's cautious voice. Without turning around, Sohyun said, "I've been resting for a very long time. Long enough, Uncle Choi."

     "Yes, let me take you. I happen to have no schedule, I'm empty this morning."

     And once again, as if yet to give up and surrender, Jonghoon offered himself up, coming in front of Sohyun who looked at him unreadable.

     "Pick up your clothes first, Uncle. I'm waiting on the porch."

     After that and only that, Sohyun walked again, ignoring Jonghoon who stroked the chest, facing the fiil of a Kim So Hyun.

     Then the man quickly lifted the bag still sluggish on the table. Take him to Sohyun's room door.

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     Since this morning, since Taehyung's arrival in the workroom of the father, the man continued to hold no thought with a pile of files in front of him. The decakannya berpubi, like a syringe straddling from the charcoal. It is hard to believe that he had to learn important documents that many times the number of his script assignments during college.

     "What is Father saying? I can't!" his protest, rejecting Haeyoung's word.

     "Can't or won't?" Father acknowledged.

     "Both!" reply Taehyung short.

     "Just the decision of the father, unanimous. Tonight you'll have to come alone to meet a client who will be working with our company. Didn't you agree to replace Dad from the beginning? So accept your fate, Tae!"

     A dull face seemed to envelop Taehyung. There was no reason to refuse if Haeyoung had spoken like this. With a heavy heart, carried the paper object in his hand, almost covering his face that lost sight.

     Two hours is enough for him to be in this classic Roman-style workroom. Where the roof arc is curved, it adopts the Greek Corinthian style combined with the Tuscan style. The corner there is a large pole in the bulkhead of bookshelves that functioned as a library reading room. Haeyong the book collector or the book maniac, that's the name pinned from Taehyung for his father who happened to be awarded the brains of the smart, but still often careless and sometimes acting funny.

     His ass lifted from the chair. While his hands are busy with the position of flanking the file that Haeyoung sorted to learn deeply.

     Haeyoung glimpsed at her son. The little boy who was originally whining had grown up. Even Haeyoung himself forgot, where his youngest son who was trying to cry for his move first, just because he felt forced to separate with a friend who was never a fingernail he saw his appearance.

     "You still haven't found it?" Haeyoung's voice stopped Taehyung's leg movements.

     "Who?" Taehyung replied, but he knew who his father meant.

     "Who else?"

     He snorted, raising again the almost sagging item so as not to fall, scattered like some time ago. Taehyung cleared his throat before answering Haeyoung's question.

     "Not yet."

     "Every day you come up the hill, I hope you stop looking for him. He won't see you."

     Sure enough, the dossier he was carefully holding was scattering on the floor. Taehyung turned his head, looking disapprovingly.

     "I'm sure he'll come. I'll go to his house again, tomorrow!" he is full of determination.

     Haeyoung was silent for a moment. Serious expressions, wrapped in passionate emotions, Taehyung was shown for free in front of his face.

     For a long time, Haeyoung was imprinted on the spot. Before he gradually rose to Taehyung's face, patting his youngest son's broad shoulder, which was certainly amazed by the change in his behavior.

     "Dad likes your spirit. Don't give up" he said with a ticklish chuckle. "Well, I'm testing you. The result is good."

     Taehyung smiled in annoyance. "Dad almost made my heart jump."

     As a result, the answer back to trigger laughter Haeyoung increased.

     After a long chat, Taehyung got out of there. Carry the goods in a box of cardboard.

     He lay on his face. Roll fretting over a soft mattress with a light brown sheet. His hands move actively, kneeling forehead—Taehyung felt dizzy, thinking of various ways to immediately meet Sohyun, a friend who had been very much missed.

     Yesterday, exactly two days after his return. Taehyung visited his place to spend time with his childhood friends. The hill holds millions of memories.

     Upon arrival there, he was stunned to find the park was still the same when he left last time. Even more well maintained because many overgrown flowering plants. Dominated by lavender plants, almost around the hill it is said to be a purplish field. A wooden swing under an oak tree, a tree house, a magic door, and ... Among them all there is only one object that remains left unkempt like garbage. The stool that looked rickety and weathered withered. Approached arau burp.

     Taehyung hung there long enough, touching the wooden board like a broken container. Could it be Sohyun who did it?

     "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry it's my fault I just left without saying anything ...," he said so softly.

   He looked at the thing, a twin bell he had always kept. He took her wherever she stopped. One of Taehyung's greatest hopes, he wanted to give it to Sohyun— kept his promise—t don't care Sohyun would punish him or just ... Taehyung could not imagine, when his best friend would stay away.

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     The car stopped at the last turn before combing through the streets of Gangwon University, which is 200 meters from its current position. Sohyun immediately went down, carrying his luggage. Without forgetting to thank Jonghoon who drove him safely.

     It is commonplace for Jonghoon, who has been faithful in recent years to bring his employer. In front of the old unused building, this is where he used to silence the car he was driving. Her stubborn young lady often asked her to be here, waiting for her master to walk down the sidewalk to her place.

     Rumors that he accidentally heard mentioned, if his employer was hiding all kinds of identities related to his family. That's one of the reasons, nobody knows, both his family background and address.

     Jonghoon continued to watch Sohyun from inside the car, making sure the woman was fine before being swallowed at a crossroads.

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     A few eyes to him. On the body of life that moves smoothly with his calm gaze. Sohyun arrived at his destination, studying. A private university run by the SanAng Company, a subsidiary of the So Hang Group, is now in the hands of its mother, Yoon eun.

     Along the way, not a few also like the files about the arrival of Sohyun. Not much different in the hospital, those who generally do not like or just hear rumors about Sohyun whispered unpleasant, and of course Sohyun will never care. He remains straight on the path taken, will not falter even though the aral comes to him.

     From across the auditorium, Yeri semringah, shamelessly waved her hand while whistling over to her popular yet mysterious friend.

     "Yoot!" Yeri cried out in delight, straddling Sohyun's thinly smiling body played Yeri like a puppet.

     "Where have you been? Always so," the grunt added tightly to the arm around Sohyun's neck.

     "Not going anywhere."

     "If you're not going anywhere, why did you miss five courses?" 

     Don't you know them ...." Yeri glanced at the group of children standing not far from their position. " ... Just keep getting my blood boiling up!"

     Sohyun smiled faintly. One and a half years of studying here, since its appearance, people have been busy commenting on every inch of it. The difference is certain and Sohyun, once again he will only consider it a test of life that he needs to go through.

     "It's okay, Yeri. It's common."

     "Huffa..."

     Yeri then dragged Sohyun to the campus cafeteria, because classes would begin later in the day. Yeri is doing the task given by the dean, since sitting his ass on the chair. He completely forgot the task had to be collected today. Still lucky, Sohyun reminded himself. Either way, Yeri might get a penalty or sanction that affects its value.

     As for Sohyun, he did not have to worry because the task had been done in advance and now he was busy reading a horror novel, written by Peter Straub 'A dark matter'.

     "May I join?" Come Jungkook, who knows when he was behind the two of them. His head had poked, extending a sweet smile towards Sohyun who was looking back at him. Without waiting for approval, Jungkook takes a seat next to Sohyun who is none other than his current girlfriend.

     Yeri who understood the situation, hastened to finish her things on the table. Leaving the couple, there might be something important to talk about. Sohyun glimpsed, with an indescribable look.

     "You're finally coming. Yeri said you missed a few days straight and missed a lot of courses, "Jungkook opened his voice.

     "You seem to be very happy to see me back," Sohyun voiced out after giving a small crease mark at the end of the page paper.

     Jungkook smiled widely, "of course I'm very happy. I can see my beautiful girlfriend again."

     "Are you actually going anywhere? Anything on?"

     Sohyun did not shake or nod. The girl smiled faintly then replied full of calmness. "I'm too embarrassed to tell you."

     "Hey, why should I be ashamed? We're already lovers? Don't you trust me? Even now, I don't think you're open to me. Sometimes I feel like a stranger in your eyes."

     Jungkook pretended to be upset. Whatever Sohyun said. He doesn't care. For him the most important thing is to be able to complete the bets made by his friends. After that, then he was free from the conscienceless woman in front of him. He was tired of lying. Since establishing a relationship with Sohyun, people's views changed about him. Very unpleasant to the heart.

     A faint smile appeared on Sohyun's face. His eyeballs have not been tired of watching Jungkook's gesture. Something had managed to attract his attention until he was willing to stare for a long time at the handsome face of his lover.

     "Is there anything important you want to say? Speak on. I'll listen."

     The man looked to be scratching his head. Prepare to start a conversation that he has long wanted to say. "Tomorrow is our two-month anniversary" he said, according to Sohyun. That girl is a really good listener.

     "I want to ask you out. Do you have time?" she's getting nervous.

     No need to waste a long time. Sohyun happily accepted his invitation.

     "Can. There's always free time if it makes you happy, Jeon Jung Kook" Sohyun replied.

     "Good then. Um... The first class is about to begin, let's take it to your class."

     Without answering Sohyun immediately stood up from the bench he sat on, walking towards the direction of the music building. Jungkook just followed behind without many words. Their relationship looks like no other couple, nor does Sohyun have the passion to do the things that people his age are used to. Because there's no point in doing it with Jungkook.

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     In front of his large mirror, Taehyung was ceaselessly fighting with a pile of broken clothes on his bed. That was done because tonight, he had to meet important clients as a new business partner. Of course he did not want to get a bad first impression on his first day holding the high position of Hondo Building Group.

     After a long struggle, Taehyung's choice fell on a raven black single breasted suit. Combined cobalt shirt and small knotted pin-dot tie.

     One word, "Perfect!"

    "Come, Kim Taehyung .. Let's prove it to the bulgogist. You can do it!" he said excited and strong. He addressed Haeyoung, his father who is a fan of this special food.

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     Not much different from Taehyung. Sohyun dissolved into the small frame in front of him. The sketch of Taehyung's face is still there, depending on no one to bother. He looked at it once more deeply.

     "I'll end it tonight."

     One sentence that escaped her tiny lips. Implied words branch meaning. No one knows what the word Sohyun means. It is possible, after this he will soon meet without avoiding Taehyung or there is another purpose that only he is able to examine it.