Beomgyu and Yeonjun have been friends since childhood. Beomgyu, the son of a CEO of a luxury car company. Yeonjun, an orphan on a scholarship for their arts school. The feelings have always been there, but neither brave enough to voice them.
When Be...
Yeonjun's foster parents ask a myriad of questions. He doesn't have the time or energy to spend, so he repeats the same story over and over. Beomgyu is having a hard time. True. So he spent the last month at his condo, helping him sort through "stuff." A lie, but Yeonjun doesn't want to explain what he's done—which is probably illegal and very stupid.
He waits, prays, sleeps to pass the time. His friends at school are all worried, but he puts on a brave front. He needs to be strong for Beomgyu, because that's what they both promised each other.
He goes through the motions, almost flunking a dance evaluation. But he barely passes the first semester. He tries to dress his best and look as presentable as possible, as if being put together will accelerate the process of Beomgyu getting better. Mina, embarrassingly, has to hold his hand when Beomgyu's desk is taken by a transfer student.
But the time, slow and relentless, does pass—and soon, it's Christmastime.
Yeonjun reads the weather forecast. It's meant to snow on Christmas Eve, at around eleven pm.
At ten pm, he gets a call from Mrs. Choi.
Her voice is elated. "Yeonjun, our Beomgyu is getting discharged today! Please come to the hospital. He would love, love to see you."
"I'll be there!" Yeonjun practically shouts into the phone.
He waits for the bus outside his apartment. Fortunately, it comes quickly. On the last stop, he runs down to the station and barely catches the train, jumping through the doors just before they shut.
Please. Let me see him quickly. God did hear him. Because Beomgyu is okay.
Yeonjun runs to the hospital after getting off at Gangnam station. He can't go fast enough. It feels like he's a runner at the Olympics, chasing the gold medal. He doesn't care about the people who stare, the possibility of slipping on the asphalt and knocking out. He rounds a corner, waiting impatiently for a traffic light. Finally, he gets to the hospital. Besides being lit from within, Christmas lights hang from the eaves, tracing the windows all the way to the highest floor. Some flash gold and white, others more eye-catching in blue and green.
"Mr. and Mrs. Choi," Yeonjun says, panting. He doubles over, hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath.
"Oh my," Mrs. Choi rushes forward, holding onto him like he's their son. "Did you run all the way here, Yeonjun? We could've called you a taxi."
"I'm fine," Yeonjun says. "Where is he?"
Mr. Choi, ever classy, is dressed in his dashing business suit that would inform anyone of his CEO status. "Coming down right now."
It's cold, and Yeonjun stuffs his hands into the pockets of his down jacket. He looks at the sky, cloudy yet seemingly lit. Like two moons are beyond the ozone layer.
Please. I want to see you.
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MOA! Thank you for sticking around for the penultimate chapter, I appreciate you!
