Silhouette of Our Love (Jiwoo X Heejung fanfic)

The Idiot's Bet

"Hey, Jiwoo..." I was sitting beside Jiwoo on the living room sofa with him holding my hand and the other with a box of tissues.

"Don't talk. This is important..." His voice was small and I could hear him sobbing softly.

"That's fine and all but why do I have to watch this with you?" Jiwoo invited me to watch tv when I was supposed to be doing laundry.

He told me that there's a very good series based on a novel that he's read and the final episode airs today.

Right now, the main character is dying because she protected her 'fake' boyfriend from a running car. The boyfriend holds her hand tightly and tells her that she did a stupid thing. He never really loved her and only used her for his own convenience.

But the girl gently held his cheek with her bloody hand and smiled at him, face filled with tears saying that it's fine because she really loved him even if it was only for his convenience. Because of him, she was able to know what love tastes like.

...And now she's dead.

"Jiwoo, stop crying. And you're crushing my hand!" I try to free my hand away from his grip and Jiwoo turns to my side with tears almost going to fall.

"You heartless monster!" He shouted and it left me to be dumbfounded.

"W-what?" My eyes blink. What stupid thing is he going on about now?

Jiwoo tries to get his tears back into in his eyes even though that's absolutely impossible... "Do you know how heartbreaking this scene even is?! What if someone important to you died or disappeared right in front of your eyes?!"

Well, if it were you that disappeared, I'd be glad. No more "We're out of carrots and cabbages. Buy more." or "Where's my cabbage spaghetti?!" maybe even "You useless Dumbo." It'd be so quiet and I could finally feel at peace. Honestly, he's like a cheeky little rabbit. He even eats the same food that rabbits eat.

I stood up "I don't have time for this. I'm going to do the laundry. Throw in your clothes if you have any more that needs washing." and then went to the balcony.

I rub my eyes because of the morning sunlight. I wonder if I imagined it. That time last night... When I remembered that certain memory, I saw Jiwoo with bunny ears. Was that like a headband or something?

I shook my head. My memories are pretty hazy but I clearly saw him with those ears.

... That's right, the notebook! The memory that I remembered last night was something I read on the notebook before! There could be an explanation there!

^*refer to the latter part of the first chapter :)

I run back to my room and throw aside the pillow where I hid the notebook at. I flipped through the pages and found the page where that memory was jotted down.

This... This could really be Jiwoo's notebook...

Why would he write something like this...? How did he know that I would lose my memories if he also lost his?

No, if I keep thinking about it then it won't change anything. I have to ask the person in question.

"J-Jiwoo?" I went to the living room and saw him crying.

If I come to talk to him now, he might make some stupid excuse on why he's crying. Maybe later...

"Oh, it's already this late." Jiwoo took a look at his watch and grabbed his suitcase and coat. "I'm heading to work."

Should I show him now? But we won't have time to talk about it anyway. "Ah, o-okay." I replied and Jiwoo walked towards me.

"Hey." At his call, I looked at him with a wondering expression.