The past between us ||Sim Jake✔️

서른 여섯

ONE MONTH LATER

JAKE'S POV

I swallowed nervously and walked up to the door. I rang the doorbell twice.

The door didn't open immediately, which was a good thing, it gave me time to gather my wits.

"What are you doing here?" Sunghoon leaned against the door. His hair was disheveled, his voice raspy. He had probably been asleep. It didn't come as a surprise, considering how early it was.

"I wanted to talk to you." I swallowed again. He stepped aside so I could come inside but I shook my head. He gave me a confused look and raised his eyebrows in question.

"I'm leaving." I told him finally.

Sunghoon nodded. "Yeah, Eunji told me." He gave me a small smile. "I think you're doing the right thing. Moving away from here is the best thing for you and Eunji. You guys need to start fresh."

I swallowed.

"You came here because you wanted to tell me you're leaving?" He asked pointedly.

I chuckled nervously. "Yeah that and one other thing."

Sunghoon gave me a pointed look, waiting for me to explain.

"Come with me." I urged, as I started leading him towards the driveway.

I stopped next to my motorcycle and slung an arm over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm confused." He said looking at me in exasperation.

I rolled my eyes. "It's yours."

He blanched. "You're giving me your Harley?!" He shook his head. "I think you've finally lost it."

I sighed. "I'm serious Hoon. I want you to have her."

"I can't accept this Jake. I know how much you love this bike. You treat it like it's your child!"

I winced.

Okay, so maybe that is true.

"Look Sunghoon, I'm leaving anyway. I can't take her with me. And I really want you to have her." My voice was pleading.

He finally caved. "Okay." His lips quirk into a genuine smile. "I've always loved this bike."

I nodded. "You were the one who helped me pick her out, remember? "

His eyes glassed over. "Yeah, we used to spend hours working on her. Those were good days."

I felt a pang of sadness in my heart.

Sunghoon was the one person who had always had my back.

He'd never stopped being my friend even when I didn't deserve his friendship.

I turned to him so he could read my lips clearly. "You wanted to know why I came here."

"To give me this beautiful motorcycle of yours." He teased.