My Lover ~ Jeonghcheol Of Seventeen

Solace and Sorrow..😶

The light curved moon shone like a glossy candle floating in the sky enclosed by the darkness. The darkness which came with wonders.

Mr. Choi was walking in the foyer, of the cottage, which he decided to formed after his wife's sombre bereavement, a place where he always got walled by solace and sorrow together.

His thoughts were puzzling with every footfall. Glassiness of his eyes, that palpable pain of grief but tonight there was more to it, as he just come across something raw but prevailing.

He was ignoring calls from investors and business partners the news of Cheol being accused for the attack on Soohyun had spread like wildfire, but how? As he swallowed down his frustration, he heard someone coming towards him.

Jin-Ae- sorry Appa I couldn't come sooner. (she breathed; her voice was shaken in panic).

Mr. Choi stayed quiet but then she knew this quietness was more harmful.

Jin-Ae- Where is Cheoile? (Anxiously she eyed the dimly lit cottage).

Mr. Choi- how much did you know about Jeonghan?? (He spat without facing towards her, with stern voice and no trace of gentleness).

Jin-Ae- Jeonghan?? (She mumbled; her voice tipped up at the end in confusion)

Disappointed by the response Mr. Choi turned towards Jin-Ae his unwavering glare held her still a thread of warning in his eyes was clear.

Mr. Choi- how did this news of Soohyun's attack got out? (He roared at her a haze of threat settled over his features)

Jin-Ae- what?? Ho-- (she trembled with the force of her fear, and then she chose silence against her father's anger).

Mr. Choi- That's not all, Cheol's life could have been in danger. I should have seen this coming when incompetent husband of yours made himself volunteered to keep eye on Cheol. (his every word ground out, became hoarser than the one before).

A deep-rooted swell of rage rose in Jin-Ae's soul but she masked it with duplicitous tears of despair, which made her father's heart race with guilt. He averted his furious eyes away from her, the instant he started to sense the burden of blame.

After a tense moment longer than a minute, Mr. Choi's shoulders slumped forward, eyes weighed down by the numbness enveloping him then in another moment Mr. Choi's phone rang abruptly, another inverter called him, his hands trembled with curbed fury, he tightened his grip over his phone, knuckles went white.

Mr. Choi- by tomorrow fix everything or I'll handle all by myself. (he blurted out)

Staring into the abyss of night, the mystery of the conflict stares extinct into inky blackness. Then as much as Jin-Ae had tried to ignore it, she couldn't deny any further. She went berserk and the moment Mr. Choi disappeared into the darkness of the cottage, she fidgeted restlessly, as she battled against the anger caused by a haunting defeat coursing through her body.

Her eyes burgeoning with tears and along with tears there was a bitter secret, which she swallowed down for the moment.... Only the future could unfold the secrets deeply buried beneath the masked faces.

Unaware from hidden rage and secretes Cheol closely settled his feelings, aching the essence of courage to step inside the hospital.

With a sense of unease, Cheol held back for a moment thinking about the emotions which held a fragment of the vilest memories connected to the place like hospital along with the time Cheol and Soohyun had shared.

Losing a loved one was worst fear Cheol had, his insecurities were rising like a sharping dagger plaguing through his heart.

Han caught sight of Cheol's faded face, but Cheol pretended as if he didn't notice his lover's troubled stare, moreover he tried to avoid Han as he was on the edge with his shattered endurance, the very last ounce of it, that he was holding in front of Han all along.