Book 1 - O2

Chapter 30

The wind was chilly and the leaves were falling down from the autumn trees. 

Brown and black. Wet and deteriorated. 

Just like Nayeon's mind. 

Nayeon's POV-

I sneeze. The winter has gotten the best of me. I look at my hands. They are covered in pink gloves. The gloves are soft and warm my hands. My legs are wearing black socks. Black. I like the colour black.

*BEEP

The sound of horn. 

I look up and watch the snow fall, slowly and steadily, into my palms. Bloody palms?

"Nayeon-shi..get in." My eyes travel to the sound of the voice. 

Ajhussiii...

Before I can think of anything, my feet start striding itself towards the open car door. I get in and close the door. Totally negligent of what lies ahead. I am running but I am not at the same time.

The news of JYP Park's death is reverberating inside my mind. 

We fucked up bad. 

The car starts. Ajhussi and I drive down to a countryside cafe, once in a month. That is how we bond. He has a daughter. Jisoo. The one who was trying to flirt with Jeongyeon. 

Jeongyeon....

She must be in the hospital and I should be there. 

How funny....

"Ajhussi.."

"Dae?"

I look out the window and observe the trees passing by. Dead, naked and black. Like my soul. 

"I have a question..." The thought lingers at the tip of my tongue..should I ask or not?

"Dae..Go ahead Nayeon-ah" I can hear the sound of FM decreasing. He turned down the volume to hear me properly. 

How considerate of him.

I can feel his hands now resting on my thighs. My thighs are donned in beige sweatpants. He squeezes his fingernails into my thighs.

"Ajhussi...It's"

"Whaegure Nayeon-ah?"

I can't even resist him. This is his car. HE is driving. I can't run away. I can, but I'll be dead. He knows too much about me. Just a press release of pictures of me negotiating with JYP Park, the Alpha of Industry of Korea...and it won't take 1 second for police to show up at my door place.

 His fingers start circling on my thighs. They slowly make their way towards my core but he stops and then starts circling some other portion of my thigh. 

I. Hate. It. 

"How long do you thing it takes trees to grow back their leaves and turn green and flourish once again?" I ask with my dead-tired eyes looking outside the window. Hoping for some kind of change. It's fucked already. Isn't it?

"As long as it has the will to do so." 

I turn around and look at him. 

Exhaustedly.

"Whae?"

"That's your best answer?"

He nods. 

Soon afterwards the sun sets and we reach our usual lodge. 

The receptionist welcome us and congrats us.