Believing
Believing
ft: siwon/sooyoung, past!siwon/tiffany, g; 1195w
for kirakirashahida whose soowon drabble has inspired me to write this.
(it is better to read Shida's drabble first before reading this so that you can understand better what is going on hehe)
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Let me tell you something about myself. I am a son, a brother, a friend, and a colleague. I am the one everyone goes to when they have troubles in their lifes, the one everyone depended upon to make them feel better about themselves. And I am proud to say that I am good in what I do-giving people advices, consoling them, making them realize that they are worth so much more than they believe themselves to be. I am a psychologist, one of the most expensive ones to go to, because I am well known in this field I specialize in.
It seems that popularity always has its way to latch itself onto my life. Back in high school, I was well known too. I achieved excellence in both academics and sports, and high hopes were bestowed to me by all the teachers who had taught me before. I excelled in school, and went on to college and then university, in which I met the(or so I thought was) love of my life -Tiffany.
I am Choi Siwon, who has had an excellent past in terms of academics, whom everyone believed would succeed well in life. Though, in reality, my life was not as perfect as everyone believed it to be. I am a son, a brother, a friend and a colleague, but I was also a husband. I may have passed all exams with flying colors (sans Mathematics, which was the bane of my existence), I may have given countless advices to many people on how to fix their relationships, but I have failed the most important aspect of my life-love and marriage.
I am currently sitting in a dear friend’s office-Attorney Kwon, finalizing on my divorce papers. We’ve listed ‘irreconcilable differences’ as the primary reason for our divorce, and frankly speaking, I have no intention on stating another reason. We did indeed, fell out of love, after all.
It’s a funny thing though, when BoA was asking questions regarding my marriage, and I had shrugged and told her that, one minute we were in love, and the next, we just weren’t. I wanted to add that I’d probably never truly understand the meaning of love, but I didn’t. She was not surprised, she merely shrugged and said I guess this stuff happens, you’re not my first client with this statement and then she glanced at the door. I turned around too, in reflex, and saw a young lady walking towards the room we were in.
“She’s my pupil. I hope you don’t mind that she’ll be joining us today.”BoA explains, and I nodded in understanding. As the young lady reaches the door, she smiles at her pupil-mistress before glancing into my direction.
I think she may have realized something odd about my appearance, because her eyes widen and her eyebrows are suddenly furrowed together. I gave her a nod of acknowledgement, and a small smile, but she holds her gaze on me.
“Choi Siwon?”
It is my turn to be surprised. I look at her again, but this time, there’s a feeling of familiarity forming in my mind. I think I know this brunette, but I cannot seem to place a finger on where I have seen her before. “Hello, you look familiar. Have we met before this?”
She is taking her place beside BoA now, the latter merely raises an eyebrow quizzically, while she herself remains flustered at this sudden meeting. Of all places to meet an old acquaintance, it just has to be in a divorce attorney’s office.
“Ah, yes. I used to go to the same high school as you,” She replies, and through her eyes, I can see that there is something else she is hiding from me. “I’m Choi Sooyoung.”
Choi Sooyoung. The name faintly rings a bell in my mind, but again, the memory is vague. I seem to recall seeing her in high school, yes, and perhaps…oh, she was in the tennis club, too, wasn’t she?
She is silent after that, jolting notes of my conversation with BoA obediently, and occasionally, I could see the tense look on her face, the frown that does not go away even when I am done answering BoA’s questions, and she has stood up to send me to the door. “Sooyoung, can you show Siwon to the elevator please?”
I cannot help but to notice that BoA’s instruction only made Sooyoung even more flustered. Now I’m really curious to know why she is acting this way. Have I accidentally done something to her in high school that I know no recognition of?
We are walking towards the elevator now, which in all honesty, I could have turned the offer down as I remember where the elevator is. Somehow though, I wish to know this Sooyoung lady better. There’s something about her that piques my interest.
“You were in the tennis club, right?” I asked while waiting for the elevator to arrive, and she jumped in her heels at the sudden question. I really have no idea what is up with this young lady.
“Yes, I was.” She replied, her eyes not meeting with mine and her cheeks seem to have found solace in the color red. I couldn’t help it, I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Sooyoung is now glaring at me, much to my amusement and surprise. I shrugged and answered; “I don’t know. You tell me.”
The color on her cheeks is more obvious now. She wants to say something, I can see from the way she opens and closes her mouth every few seconds, but a soft ding interrupts her battle (to say something) with herself, and alas, I know that our conversation is over.
As I stepped into the elevator, it is then that I am given the opportunity to take a proper front view and full look on this young lady I am reunited with after all these years. Two seconds is all it takes for me to make a conclusion that she’s beautiful and charming, and I gave her another smile. “Sooyoung, right? I guess I’ll see you again, soon.”
The elevator door begins to close, but not before I caught a glimpse of her returning my smile too. My heart skips a beat.
“Okay. See you.”
I am a son, a brother, a friend, and a colleague. I am a psychologist, an expert in reading expressions and actions, yet I failed to notice that my marriage was falling apart, that I no longer loved my wife as much as I did when I proposed to her. It is ironic that I have to tell people to understand each other better when it comes to fixing relationships, yet I myself cannot seem to comprehend the sudden change in my (and her) heart after only a year of marriage.
I guess God works in mysterious ways.
Again, I am a lot of things, one of them is that I no longer believe in love. I may not also believe in happily ever after, but maybe, just maybe, because of this brunette I’ve just met again, I may have to start believing again.
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a/n: another sequel is on its way, perhaps? XD
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