•License for Love•

Chapter 5

[Hana's POV]

I wanted to ask him the reason of his tears, his life, his family, himself and many more. Suddenly I didn't feel like getting so straightforward, it's good to be slow and steady.

"You wanted to ask something?" His question got me out of my trance.

"Uhm, well yeah, why do drink so much sprite everyday Mr. Kim?"

He undoubtedly smirked hearing me out.

"I'm addicted to sprite. You can say."

"O- oh."

"So tell me a bit about yourself, as we have got a chance to talk at least. Who do you live with?"

I smiled with intense satisfaction and happiness, he wants to know about me!

"I live with my mom. She went overseas for some business engagements, but my grandmother has arrived just today morning. I'm glad that I will not have to stay alone these days!"

I kept on blabbering, while my eyes caught him deeply looking into them. He was facing me with full concentration and a little splash of smile on his face. Finally I stopped ending my unnecessary speech.

"That's great. Sounds like you love your grandma a lot?"

I smiled wide. "More than myself."

"Would you like to meet my grandma, Mr. Kim?"

It took me nearly a minute to realize what I exactly said. It just left my tongue that I couldn't control, but it was too late.

His expressions almost killed me then. I never expected to see reddish shades in his eyes, the same tears getting loaded in them. People say boys don't cry, but when they actually do, it seems like a disaster.

No, Mr. Kim was not actually crying. He just could think of something sentimental perhaps.

We were looking at each other for some time, then he himself looked up and closed his eyes, probably trying to make it look normal. He swallowed the lump in his throat and dropped the finished sprite can in the dustbin beside.

He stood up, so did I.

An awkward silence was taking place but I couldn't think of anything at the moment to turn it alright. He slowly took his things and I kept wondering if I should say sorry or what.

"Have a good day, see you in our class tomorrow, Hana." He left by my side without looking at me in the eyes, he just left.

***

"Feel free to tell me, honey. What's wrong?"

I was lying in my grandmother's lap getting her fingers brush through my hair. We were having chitchat about our present days.
She actually knows a lot about me, kind of everything. Since early childhood, mom hardly used to get time for me and all my closeness necessities were filled by my grandmother only.

"Grandma, today I felt someone. I felt as if, as if I noticed drought in their heart, the earthquake in their voice and the tsunami in their eyes. It was, something." I replied sleepily to her question when she found me quite upset.

"Don't worry. Things are not always the same, honey. My advice is, don't do anything to the person now. Who knows? Whether they are mad at you, or just annoyed for different reasons? Let them just cope up, understand them later on."

Her messages are always the best with no doubt.

***
[Taehyung's POV]

I entered my room exhausted like always. It is my own home, but I feel suffocated every night here. I feel myself going through a war just when I enter this place. Again it is not just about the place or location, it is about my life and how I live.

'Would you like to meet my grandma, Mr. Kim?'

I remembered the student and her proposal just while preparing to sleep and making my bed.

Her question reminded of someone else, a huge chapter of my life. Yeah, she had asked me in the same way.

'Would you like to meet my parents, Mr. Kim?'

My sleep was already away. Getting out of the bed, I opened my cupboard and found the specific documents out.

*Flashback*

It was the time when I studied in college staying in college hostel. My roommate was an absolute studious whereas I was just average.

Every evening returning from work in the outer world as a student, the common scene I saw was Jungkook's romance with the books. Sounds hilarious though, he barely left books from his hands even while eating or anything. Yes, his name was Jungkook. He was actually my junior, studying in 1st year when I was in 3rd year.

I had a close relation with him until I started searching for jobs and finally qualified as a professor here.

It was another cloudy evening when I returned to my room and found him at his study desk as always.

"How are studies going Jungkook-ah?"

He replied in a low voice, "Yeah hyung, good."

I knew it was not the clear Jungkook, he was hiding something for sure.

"Jungkookie, what happened? Is everything okay? You sound pale."

He slowly forwarded his right hand with a paper token. Seemed like a letter at first sight.

"This-"

"Hyung, Yu-mi noona came in the afternoon after you had left. She gave this letter to hand you when you would be back."

Yumi was my girlfriend, who I almost considered mine without pondering that much. We had been dating each other since two years before the particular year though sometimes I really felt abandoned by her, still pretended like everything was alright.

I was tensed and even scared to open the envelope, as if it was hiding a bomb inside it. Who knew? Maybe yeah, something that would blast my heart?