geonwoo, woojin, OC hana.
Ha-na only tried to make ends meet. Her entire life, it felt all she did was fight for her life. Whether it was school, jobs, money, relationships, family, the battle never ended. However, it did get easier when her path cr...
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"Oh, fuck.." Woo-jin mumbled underneath his breath, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the destruction around him, the night Ha-na and Geon-woo had was frozen in time.
The three had gone to the cafe to clean up a bit for Ms. Kim, the entire way Geon-woo warned Woo-jin that it was, needless to say, a lot, and that he should be prepared. But nothing could've prepared the other for it. It broke his heart. He hadn't known Geon-woo for long, but he could feel how good of a person he was. How much he cared about his family. How much he cared about their cafe. The first thing Geon-woo ever even said to him was he needed to give his prize money up for his mother's cafe rent, yet here it was. Absolutely destroyed.
Ha-na let the scene sink in once again, blood still stained the floor from both her and Geon-woo getting hurt. She tensed her face, letting out a loud sigh. This had been her home for six years now. So many memories, so many early mornings and long nights. Getting to know Ms. Kim and Geon-woo in the very spot she was standing in. Now nothing remained but a mess, and trauma.
"Just try to pick up as much as you can, we don't need to worry about all of it today. Let's just get started." Geon-woo encouraged the others, taking initiative and grabbing a broom, sweeping all of the broken glass into one very large pile.
Ha-na and Woo-jin followed behind, beginning to pick up broken chair pieces, moving the tables for Geon-woo to have easier access to sweep, picking up the broken frames that once contained beautiful pictures and paintings, but were now an empty shell of nothing.
They all cleaned in silence, not a word to be spoken in this moment. Reality was finally starting to settle in. This really did happen. They have the scars to prove it, but they still hadn't quite processed it until they were back, trying to fix what was so beyond broken.
Ha-na knelt to the ground, picking up shattered pieces of things that were no longer recognizable and throwing them into a large trash bag, before stopping. Her shoulders fell, her soul fell. Her eyes burned with tears, silently letting them fall trying not to make the others notice. She picked up the broken frame, that only had a few rips of the painting left in it's presence. Her mother's painting.
Her mother loved to paint. Their entire home before she passed away were covered in her beautiful, imaginative landscapes. But Ha-na's all time favorite was her last one, the last one she ever painted before she passed away. The beautiful beach with the sunset. She had painted it a few months before she died, while Woo-jin was still around. Ha-na was never quite sure why she stopped. She took every painting she had with her when she moved, but this one was special. Ms. Kim had offered to put it up in the cafe when she took Ha-na under her wing, as a remembrance for Ms. Jeon.
Her bruised hands shook as she held it, tears dropping onto the floor and spreading like the waves that were once held in the frame.
"Hey." Woo-jin whispered as he knelt down beside her, noticing her soft sobs. His gaze dropped, realizing what she was looking at. He could recognize Ms. Jeon's paintings from a mile away. He always found them so alluring and ethereal. She was truly so talented.
