𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮 • 𝙥. 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙬𝙖

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chapter twenty:
"seonghwa forgets, he don't forgive"

14 days have gone by and within that 14 days, seola never heard a thing about seonghwa. she also stopped texting him during the 8th day. it's not that she has given up, she just knows that seonghwa will come if she calls for him. not physically but mentally. seonghwa will come. he has to. speaking of yuri, she stops meeting him. she ignores all his texts and he eventually stops. which she's glad for, by the way.

seola walked in the hospital hallway, to visit wonji. she's currently making a recovery and is doing well.

wooyoung quietly closed the door behind him, entering the room seonghwa is in. he sighed seeing the state of his friend still the same. he walks towards the bed, placing a new jar of cold water on the nightstand. "his hair completely gone white" he mumbles, particularly to kyuwon who's been with him since recovering seonghwa from park yuri's hands. "due to trauma" kyuwon sighs. "it feels weird" wooyoung chuckles, a painful one.

"seonghwa always wanted to go blond yet it turned white"

"will it turn back to its original state?" he asked kyuwon, despite knowing the answer. "it won't, wooyoung. just what did yuri do seonghwa become like this?" kyuwon hissed, pushing her hair back. "seola's probably wondering where he is" wooyoung mumbles. "his phone stopped ringing." kyuwon responded. "did seola give up?"

"i'm gonna call her and bring her here"

"wooyo—" he interrupted the girl. "you can say whatever you want, kyuwon. say that it's dangerous and that seonghwa won't like this or whatever. i'm bringing her here. seola deserves answers and i just know she has a lot in her pocket right now. she need to see seonghwa and seonghwa needs her as well." he heave a breath. "don't stop me, kyuwon. that's all i'm asking of you"

seola pulled the door open, entering the car and sitting on the passenger seat. wooyoung has one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear. "i guess seonghwa is back?" it took a lot of her will to ask that. the lump in her throat was huge and heavy, she feels like puking and suffocating. "yes." wooyoung gave her a short answer. "is he doing well?"

"no"

20 minutes later, wooyoung pulled up in an unfamiliar house. it was huge and mostly all black. it was gated as well. a very heavy gate and tight security. upon entering, the gate made a loud noise, followed by a lock sound. wooyoung turned off the engine and unlocked the door. seola took multiple deep breaths, getting off the car. "whose house is this, wooyoung?"

"seonghwa's"

she should have expected that seonghwa owns multiple properties. and the usual place he would bring her was just one of the ones he owns. "let's go in, seola" wooyoung led her in. the male opened the door and let her in, following afterwards before locking it. of course seonghwa's house is very secured. it was seonghwa's assurance to her. that his house the safest place to be. followed by his bedroom.

"kyuwon" wooyoung calls once they reach the second floor. kyuwon stood outside a room, with a brown oak door. "hello" seola greets. "he's inside. i'm gonna give you some time alone with him" kyuwon motion at the door. "should i be ready for something big?" she tried to joke despite feeling her eyes sting and her chest tightening. "we'll give you privacy, we'll be downstairs" wooyoung did not answer her nor kyuwon. the pair gave her one last assuring nod and began to walk downstairs.

seola stood at the door, her hand on the knob. contemplating whether she's ready for what she's about to see or not. wooyoung has given her a no. no that seonghwa is not doing well. kyuwon seems to say the same as well, despite not saying a word about it. she took another deep breath and twisted the knob. seola walked in further, her heels clicking. she gulps spotting the bed.

a small painful gasp left her upon seeing seonghwa. she never would have thought the time that seonghwa looked so miserable and beat up would come. red forming bruises were visible on his face, his close eyes were puffy from beating up and the corner of his lips has a visible cut. below his jaw were a red mark as well, a mark causes by heat.

only then did she realize she was crying when a tear fell down her arm. even seonghwa's fingernails turned black. just how bad did he go through? seola was too scared to touch seonghwa so she stayed standing and not moving an inch. she's afraid that if she touches him he will wince in pain—despite being unconscious. "why are you standing?" wooyoung enters the room, holding a tray of tea. "what happened to him?"

"yuri. yuri happened"

"he said seonghwa left the country" she breathed out. "he did. but the country he was asked to fly to only brought him hell. upon landing, he was led by unknown men and torture him like he don't feel a thing. it took me ten days to get him out of that hellhole." wooyoung sighed. it's painful for him to narrate everything to seola but he has to. seola has to know what happened to seonghwa. "and when i got him out, he was like that. his nails were pulled out forcefully and he was beat up like a sack"

"the hair was due to trauma"

"his ribs were broken, two pairs of them. he was bleeding internally when i got him but thank goodness we had it under control. his calves were injured, his bones broke but the operation helped him. he could still walk. that—that's all, seola" wooyoung stutters at the end, covering his mouth to hold in the whimper about to leave his mouth. he can't cry in front of seola. not when he knows she's in more painful state. he knows it's hard for seola to listen to everything he said and not to cry.

"i'm sorry, seola. if only i came faster"

seola shakes her head, wiping her soaking cheeks. "no. i'm more than grateful you took him out of that place. seonghwa will feel the same" she nodded her head, assuring wooyoung. "how about aunt yeoju?" she asked. "she refused to see seonghwa. kyuwon is still trying to persuade her to come and see her nephew  but she keeps refusing." wooyoung replies. "i see" it's all she can say. seeing seonghwa's state, anyone who raises him will refuse to see him in such a state. "seola" she hums at the call.

"when seonghwa wakes up, don't stop him"

"what?" she turned to wooyoung. "he will be furious. hell, he's gonna be so mad. he will be out of control and i swear, even you won't be able to stop him. he will come for yuri and i...i think he will end yuri. seonghwa forgets, he don't forgive" wooyoung stated. "i won't" she replies, surprising wooyoung. "i won't stop him. seeing his state, he should go for yuri. i know it won't be easy but he should go for yuri"

"he lost a lot of weight"

it came out of seola suddenly. "yes. i should prepare him a lot of food when he wakes up" wooyoung nods. "i kept texting him but i stopped. at first i thought he was ignoring me on purpose but i know seonghwa. he won't ignore me so i stopped. i wake up everyday hoping that seonghwa will show up but he never did" she gulps. "he did. he showed up"

"this was not what i was hoping for, wooyoung"

her voice broke and she found herself sniffing. she's crying. she hates it. she hates crying but here she is, crying because of seonghwa. "wake up" she looks down on the bed. "wake up, seonghwa" she wants to punch him once he wakes up. beat him up and embrace him. but first he has to wake up. he must wake up. "i'll go prepare a room for you, seola. stay with seonghwa" wooyoung's voice was shaking but he shool it off and left the room.

seola pulled a chair and finally sat down. with her shaking hand, she reached for seonghwa's hand that was neatly wrapped in a bandage. visible droplets of his own blood were seen on the naked eye. "wake up, i'm sorry for everything. just wake up" she cries, firmly holding seonghwa. despite seeing seonghwa's state, she knows one thing.

seonghwa will wake up.