{ FIC } She Who Must Not Be Loved : Chapter 13
{ FIC } She Who Must Not Be Loved : Chapter 13
Feat. TVXQ
Rating: NC-17 for violence, cursing, some sexuality
T H I R T E E N
YunHo wondered for how long she had been sitting there, staring at the starless night with her cloudy eyes. She had been incoherent over the phone, and it scared him that she sounded so, when she had always been so concise with everything. She had already been shattered, and he knew there was nothing he could do to piece her together. He also knew that if he held her, the slightest touch would hurt him as broken glass would.
But then again, he had always been mindless when it came to her.
“JungShin --- said there’s a new deal.” Her face was blank when she said it, but the tear stains on her face proved that she had been mourning over the fact.
“Nugu?”
“Kim YongSu.”
“The politician?”
She nodded and then buried her face in her hands. He sat down beside her and took her in his arms, rubbing her shoulder and kissing her hair. She sobbed. “I can’t do this, YunHo. I can’t.”
“I’ll tell JungShin that I’ll take this for you.”
“No. You can’t!”
“SolMin, don’t insult me again…”
SolMin shook her head, “You don’t understand.”
“Then tell me so I could at least try!” YunHo said, raising his voice. “I know how hard everything has been for you, SolMin. I know you want to quit, I know you want out. So let me do this!”
“Kim YongSu,” SolMin sobbed as he looked straight into YunHo’s eyes, “… is my friend’s father.”
She who always seem so happy in a crowd,
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud,
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry…
ChangMin’s project was almost done, but instead of feeling happy to be finishing it, anxiety was brimming in his chest. Ever since the night of the church concert, SolMin had been almost invisible. She left very, very early in the morning, and came home late at night only to lock herself up in her room.
There must be something wrong at her workplace, he thought, and he wanted to find out what it was. There was no way he was going to sit and wait for SolMin to break down.
She may be the reason I survive,
The why and wherefore I’m alive,
The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years…
He had to do something. And if he needed to see the father he never knew to straighten things out, he decided that he will.
“Is the piano still broken?”
YooChun turned his attention to the door when he heard SolMin’s voice. “SolMin-ah…” he mouthed, and then gave of an uneasy smile. He remembered how she left the last time she came to bought flowers. He knew he had offended her, and he was thankful that she even came back.
“I was hoping I could hear you play.”
He was certain that SolMin was not smiling when she said those words, nor did she even try. “SolMin-ah… is there something wrong?”
He heard a sigh. “Annio, I just wanna hear you play. I kinda miss it.”
“Mianhae,” YooChun said, softly, “It’s still broken.”
“Oh…”
There was a silence between them that YooChun tried to comprehend. He knew SolMin was still there, standing by the door. She had not moved, he was certain of that, but the reason why she hadn’t was a mystery to him. Something was definitely bothering his favorite customer, his friend, but he couldn’t figure out what it is.
Could her heart be broken too?
“I’m going now, YooChun. Thank you…” SolMin said and turned around to open the door.
“Thank you? For what?” YooChun asked.
SolMin smiled faintly as she took a last look at YooChun. For the silence, YooChun… thank you.
JaeJoong locked the door behind him as he entered JungShin’s office. The old man was visibly waiting for him, by the way he was seated --- leaning on his desk, hands clasped together, eyes enticipating for a word from JaeJoong’s mouth.
“What have you got for me, Kim?” JungShin asked, finally, when JaeJoong stood dead center in front of JungShin’s table.
“Confirmed,” JaeJoong said in his poker face, “Kim YongSu is Lee SangMin’s main man. He’s his biggest client.”
JungShin nodded in satisfaction and opened the cigar box sitting on his desk. He took a fresh cigar out of it and threw it to JaeJoong like he would throw a doggie treat to a puppy. Without batting an eye, JaeJoong caught the cigar in his hand.
“Good work,” JungShin said, taking another cigar and putting it in his mouth. “Just as I had thought.”
JaeJoong looked at the cigar in his hand and then at JungShin, who was already enjoying his tobacco. The steel glint in JungShin’s eyes told JaeJoong there was something else coming. He placed the fresh cigar in the back pocket of his jeans and opened his mouth to speak, but even before he could say a word, JungShin spoke.
“I’ve sent SolMin to cripple Lee SangMin.”
Another deal. No. JaeJoong wanted to protest, but had no argument to support what he was about to say. He wanted to say that he didn’t want SolMin to stain her hands again, that he wanted to save SolMin from herself, that he loved her and this is why he cannot let all this happen.
“Boss…”
The phone on JungShin’s desk rang, drowning JaeJoong’s voice. The old man raised his hand in front of JaeJoong and dismissed him as he answered the phone. JaeJoong bowed to JungShin and turned to leave, but not before he heard a name as familiar to him as the smell of lavander.
“ChangMin! Nice of you to call…”
There were no flowers at the altar, but there were tears in her eyes. He wondered if she had forgotten to buy the blooms or if she was just too tired of bringing them everytime she came. Maybe she’d figured it was no use offering those flowers. Maybe she’d realized the person she’d offered those flowers for wasn’t coming back. Maybe she’d decided to let go.
Whatever it is, her tears still bothered him.
“Noona…” he said, like a whisper, when he walked up to her and offered his handkerchief. She looked up at him, and he saw her cheeks stained with tears. For a moment, he wondered if he loved her, because he felt something crush his heart when his blurry eyes met hers.
“Thanks, JunSu.” SolMin took the handkerchief and looked at it for a while, her tears still falling. She looked up at JunSu again, “JunSu-ah…”
“Ne?”
SolMin shook her head and gave back his handkerchief, “I don’t want to ruin it.”
“What are you talking about, noona? You always took them when I offered them to you…”
SolMin’s brows furrowed, “You shouldn’t offer to wipe my tears anymore,” she said and stood up from the church pew she was sitting in. JunSu took a step back, giving SolMin room to genuflect.
“Noona, what’s wrong?” JunSu said, concerned. He felt his heart being crushed all the more.
SolMin faced him and smiled, tears notwithstanding. Everything, JunSu. But I’m about to change that.
“I’ll be okay,” SolMin said. It was more to reassure herself than JunSu, who looked as if he was about to cry too. “I’ll be okay.” She gave JunSu a thoughtful pat on the arm and bowed slightly before she walked away.
I lost my father ten years ago… I’m not going to let you lose yours too, JunSu.
Feat. TVXQ
Rating: NC-17 for violence, cursing, some sexuality
T H I R T E E N
YunHo wondered for how long she had been sitting there, staring at the starless night with her cloudy eyes. She had been incoherent over the phone, and it scared him that she sounded so, when she had always been so concise with everything. She had already been shattered, and he knew there was nothing he could do to piece her together. He also knew that if he held her, the slightest touch would hurt him as broken glass would.
But then again, he had always been mindless when it came to her.
“JungShin --- said there’s a new deal.” Her face was blank when she said it, but the tear stains on her face proved that she had been mourning over the fact.
“Nugu?”
“Kim YongSu.”
“The politician?”
She nodded and then buried her face in her hands. He sat down beside her and took her in his arms, rubbing her shoulder and kissing her hair. She sobbed. “I can’t do this, YunHo. I can’t.”
“I’ll tell JungShin that I’ll take this for you.”
“No. You can’t!”
“SolMin, don’t insult me again…”
SolMin shook her head, “You don’t understand.”
“Then tell me so I could at least try!” YunHo said, raising his voice. “I know how hard everything has been for you, SolMin. I know you want to quit, I know you want out. So let me do this!”
“Kim YongSu,” SolMin sobbed as he looked straight into YunHo’s eyes, “… is my friend’s father.”
She who always seem so happy in a crowd,
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud,
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry…
ChangMin’s project was almost done, but instead of feeling happy to be finishing it, anxiety was brimming in his chest. Ever since the night of the church concert, SolMin had been almost invisible. She left very, very early in the morning, and came home late at night only to lock herself up in her room.
There must be something wrong at her workplace, he thought, and he wanted to find out what it was. There was no way he was going to sit and wait for SolMin to break down.
She may be the reason I survive,
The why and wherefore I’m alive,
The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years…
He had to do something. And if he needed to see the father he never knew to straighten things out, he decided that he will.
“Is the piano still broken?”
YooChun turned his attention to the door when he heard SolMin’s voice. “SolMin-ah…” he mouthed, and then gave of an uneasy smile. He remembered how she left the last time she came to bought flowers. He knew he had offended her, and he was thankful that she even came back.
“I was hoping I could hear you play.”
He was certain that SolMin was not smiling when she said those words, nor did she even try. “SolMin-ah… is there something wrong?”
He heard a sigh. “Annio, I just wanna hear you play. I kinda miss it.”
“Mianhae,” YooChun said, softly, “It’s still broken.”
“Oh…”
There was a silence between them that YooChun tried to comprehend. He knew SolMin was still there, standing by the door. She had not moved, he was certain of that, but the reason why she hadn’t was a mystery to him. Something was definitely bothering his favorite customer, his friend, but he couldn’t figure out what it is.
Could her heart be broken too?
“I’m going now, YooChun. Thank you…” SolMin said and turned around to open the door.
“Thank you? For what?” YooChun asked.
SolMin smiled faintly as she took a last look at YooChun. For the silence, YooChun… thank you.
JaeJoong locked the door behind him as he entered JungShin’s office. The old man was visibly waiting for him, by the way he was seated --- leaning on his desk, hands clasped together, eyes enticipating for a word from JaeJoong’s mouth.
“What have you got for me, Kim?” JungShin asked, finally, when JaeJoong stood dead center in front of JungShin’s table.
“Confirmed,” JaeJoong said in his poker face, “Kim YongSu is Lee SangMin’s main man. He’s his biggest client.”
JungShin nodded in satisfaction and opened the cigar box sitting on his desk. He took a fresh cigar out of it and threw it to JaeJoong like he would throw a doggie treat to a puppy. Without batting an eye, JaeJoong caught the cigar in his hand.
“Good work,” JungShin said, taking another cigar and putting it in his mouth. “Just as I had thought.”
JaeJoong looked at the cigar in his hand and then at JungShin, who was already enjoying his tobacco. The steel glint in JungShin’s eyes told JaeJoong there was something else coming. He placed the fresh cigar in the back pocket of his jeans and opened his mouth to speak, but even before he could say a word, JungShin spoke.
“I’ve sent SolMin to cripple Lee SangMin.”
Another deal. No. JaeJoong wanted to protest, but had no argument to support what he was about to say. He wanted to say that he didn’t want SolMin to stain her hands again, that he wanted to save SolMin from herself, that he loved her and this is why he cannot let all this happen.
“Boss…”
The phone on JungShin’s desk rang, drowning JaeJoong’s voice. The old man raised his hand in front of JaeJoong and dismissed him as he answered the phone. JaeJoong bowed to JungShin and turned to leave, but not before he heard a name as familiar to him as the smell of lavander.
“ChangMin! Nice of you to call…”
There were no flowers at the altar, but there were tears in her eyes. He wondered if she had forgotten to buy the blooms or if she was just too tired of bringing them everytime she came. Maybe she’d figured it was no use offering those flowers. Maybe she’d realized the person she’d offered those flowers for wasn’t coming back. Maybe she’d decided to let go.
Whatever it is, her tears still bothered him.
“Noona…” he said, like a whisper, when he walked up to her and offered his handkerchief. She looked up at him, and he saw her cheeks stained with tears. For a moment, he wondered if he loved her, because he felt something crush his heart when his blurry eyes met hers.
“Thanks, JunSu.” SolMin took the handkerchief and looked at it for a while, her tears still falling. She looked up at JunSu again, “JunSu-ah…”
“Ne?”
SolMin shook her head and gave back his handkerchief, “I don’t want to ruin it.”
“What are you talking about, noona? You always took them when I offered them to you…”
SolMin’s brows furrowed, “You shouldn’t offer to wipe my tears anymore,” she said and stood up from the church pew she was sitting in. JunSu took a step back, giving SolMin room to genuflect.
“Noona, what’s wrong?” JunSu said, concerned. He felt his heart being crushed all the more.
SolMin faced him and smiled, tears notwithstanding. Everything, JunSu. But I’m about to change that.
“I’ll be okay,” SolMin said. It was more to reassure herself than JunSu, who looked as if he was about to cry too. “I’ll be okay.” She gave JunSu a thoughtful pat on the arm and bowed slightly before she walked away.
I lost my father ten years ago… I’m not going to let you lose yours too, JunSu.