Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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Each of them is so different yet somehow the same. They bear the pride of the best scholars, but their hearts are not ruled by their heads.
- Memory Journal: The Last page 8 –
Skin tingling, heart throbbing, she bites her trembling lips as she focusses solely on the empty plate in front of her. Now that the food has gone, filling her fluttering stomach, she doesn't know what to do. It's quite quick actually. It seems time just flew so fast and before she knew it, she had finished her dinner or was it lunch? Anyhow, she doesn't have any means to stall any more. Not when the table is quickly cleaned with the house helps, only leaving the beverages behind. It's bewildering how just minutes ago, she was so determined to finally face them and now she's having cold feet.
Coward.
A clap snaps her from her thoughts followed by the overly pleased voice of her mother. "Well! Since everyone has eaten. There's no reason for me to stay."
"Ma." Dal-rae whispers whines as the woman affectionately hugs her and loudly whispers, "You talk to my son-in-laws before the night ends. Okay?"
She freezes as she lifts her head and sees all of them nodding. She feels the chill on her bones. It's as if they were all oriented by her conniving mother. Whatever did she tell them that she's already tenderly calling them her son-in-laws? Wait.
"Ma~." Her eyes sternly look at her smiling mother and before she can protest more, the woman whispers a, "Make mama proud." With a scandalous wiggle on her brows while mouthing words of, 'Grandkids. Chop. Chop." Dal-rae's lashes disbelievingly flutter as she morphs into over-ripened tomatoes, so brightly red she is likely to burst. Did she lip-read that right?
"I'm going now, nae adeuldeul?" Mrs Han says, punctuating "my sons" in a manner so sweetly Dal-rae wants nothing but to vanish with embarrassment. And just like that, her mother sways her way towards the exit.
Dal-rae really wants to run after her mother. Where is she going when she needs her the most anyway? Why can't she stay and continue entertaining her seven?
Her seven.
The thought heats her up more than necessary. Now that she's left alone with them, her heart beating has become thunderous. Her blood pumps her skin red. No matter how she shakes the nerves it still sizzles. Gratefully, she doesn't feel anymore nauseous.
Shyly, she clears her throat and looks at their expectant gazes.
Yoongi, who is directly across her looks rosy. It must be the wine he can't stop swirling on his hand. He appears so nervous as well with his eyes stealing glances at her before focusing back on the half-filled wine glass with a gulp. Then unceremoniously and shakily, he takes another sip on it.
