Silhouette of Our Love (Jiwoo X Heejung fanfic)

Officially Yours and Mine

"Ah, hello, Jiwoo?"

"The number you are calling is currently not available. Please try again later." The same message repeats again and again then it beeps.

I've been trying to call Jiwoo on his phone for ages. Right when I finally had the will to chase after him, he was long gone. I lost the energy to talk to Heejae and told him to forget it and apologized for the trouble.

And when I got home, I was gripped with heartache and fear. Jiwoo's stuff wasn't there anymore and the room had been arranged exactly the way it was before he moved in.

I went to his company but the employees told me that he had gone on a sick leave. I thought they were lying so I barged my way into his office but he really wasn't there.

I didn't know what else to do or where else to go so I just ended up coming back home.

Where did Jiwoo go? Was he that mad?

Of course he was. I was being stupid. I hurt Jiwoo.

I waited and waited. Days and nights exchanged the sky but he never came back home. No phone calls nor messages either.

Every time I get home, it always feels so empty. It wasn't always like this, was it? I would go home and see no one but I would always be filled with the feeling of expecting someone. And that someone was Jiwoo.

My hand unconsciously opens the tv to the usual channel where Jiwoo watches his dramas. I wonder if he's watching the same one right now?

How am I supposed to find you, dumb rabbit? Run all around Busan again?

...

*JIWOO*

"Stupid girl. Why is she always so dense?" I lay back on the sofa of my living room watching my daily shows. How long has it been since I was last here?

The place is clean just like always. As I would expect of my daily house cleaner. It makes me wonder if it's really been so long since I was last here.

It's been... about 5 months since I've moved in there, hasn't it? Soon, summer is going to end and fall will pick up.

I dig into my homemade vegetable salad mainly composed of carrots and cabbages.

It's been some time since I've had a decent meal. It's all because of that woman. "She's even denser than molasses." There should be a limit to being dense.

And I've even got this with me.

I held onto a brown notebook that I found slipping out from under Dumbo's pillow from the time her mother usually came to visit.

*^Refer to chapter 9, Hold Your Head High, wherein Jiwoo was in Heejung's room then saw 'something' and found it interesting.

I don't suppose she's read the whole story considering there was a bookmark on page 4.

Seriously, she doesn't even read things that I leave for her. I can't really trust her with these sort of things.

I haven't read all of it yet but I was the one who left this for her two years ago, wasn't I?

I really am such a romantic. Heh. Go me.

Rather, this isn't the time to be joking.

This explains a lot but there are too many fanciful ideas here such as me turning into a rabbit then to a human and vice versa.

I believe in myself, I believe that I wrote this and I believe that I'm not some crazy person and that this is true but this is just way over the top.