AUTHOR'S NOTE (JANUARY 2022):
Please keep in mind that I wrote this story when I was 14 (I think). I didn't have any formal training as a writer back then. I wrote this the way other writers wrote their stories on wattpad back then.
I'm not going to edit or revise anything because I don't have the time and I retired from writing a long time ago.
But I won't delete or achive any of my published stories either because they're good memories and I remember them fondly. They represent a point in my life where I was happy.
This will probably be the last time I'll open my old wattpad account. After I publish this author's note, I'll be deleting the app permanently. (I'll leave the account here for sentimentality reasons but I won't be updating anymore.)
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This story is dedicated to all my fellow DIRECTIONERS all over the philippines.
Enjoy reading :)
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KIMCHI'S VOICE:
Seoul, South Korea
January 15, 2014
"Please... I'm so sorry. Please...Let me explain...Kim, I--I..."
"I really need to go, Niall."
"I LOVE YOU KIM!"
"I need to go..Annyong. (*Goodbye*)"
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Palaging nag-e-echo yun sa utak ko...Yung mga sinabi niya...
/sighs/
Nakahiga ako dito sa kwarto ko dito sa bahay namin sa Korea. Nakakabwiset nga e, kulay pink yung room ko. Girl na girl. Ugh.
Naka-titig lang ako sa ceiling. Iniisip yung sinabi ni Niall, pineplay lahat ng mga nangyari sa utak ko.
"You'll break-up with her?"-Zayn
"Yes."-Niall
"Are you out of your freakin mind, Niall?"-Harry
"You said she's a keeper?"-Zayn
"Did something happend?"-Liam
"No."-Niall, focused on his nachos.
"Then why? You said that she's the one?"-Louis
"It's--it's--a long story."-Niall
"Tell us, Lad."-Zayn
Kagulo mo Niall. Dati gusto mong makipagbreak tas kung kelan aalis nako tsaka mo sasabihin na mahal moko? Tae.
Pinapatawad ko na siya pero hanggang dun nalang yun..
/tok tok/
"Kimchi?"
It's my dad, Lee Hyun Soo.
He owns a mall here in Korea. Plus may subdivision siya sa pilipinas.
So yea.. I could say that our family's rich. My mom died when I was just 3 years old sa isang car accident so ayun. Dad raised me on his own--or my yaya raised me, rather.
Dahil business man si dad eh palagi siyang busy.
Hindi siya umaattend sa mga events sa school, there are times pa nga na I spend christmas and birthdays alone. Kalungkot no?
So ayun... When I was in second year HS eh sabi ko kay dad na gusto kong mag-aral sa pilipinas (My mom's filipino, btw.) pero sa totoo lang eh ayoko naman talaga....pero ayoko na dito eh...Parang ala din naman si dad dito kaya ayun...2 years nako dito sa pilipinas..Kila lola ako nakatira ngayon...Nagpapadala ng pera si dad monthly.
"Come in, dad."
Pumasok siya.
He smiled.
"Hi baby girl..."
"Dad..."
I gave him a sad smile.
"I know you're not okay. Tell me, what made you come back here in korea."
Then tumabi siya sakin...
"Dad, I've already told--"
"Tell me."
"Dad..."
Then I broke down. . .
Di ko na kinaya. . . Masyadong masakit. . .
Tapos inakap niya ako. .
"Shh..Shh..It's okay if you're not ready to tell me.."
Narealize ko na baka maybe it's the right time telling him na... about Niall...about everything...
Nung dumating ako wala akong sinabihan... Sabi ko lang kay Dad na namimiss ko na yung korea kaya ako bumalik...
Wala naman akong ginawa dito kundi mag-muk-mok ng mag-muk-mok..
Pinunasan ko yung luha ko tas huminga ako ng malalim...
"Ready nako, dad...I can't keep this forever, right?"
(He can understand tagalog, btw)
"Are you sure?"
"Nae (*yes*)...So one morning..."
Kinwento ko yung mga nangyari... I started from the very beginning, of course.
