Once in a Lifetime

15-13 Part 3

V's Point of View

Right now was time to pick Wendy up, but as each minute passed, I could not force myself to do it. If I don't, she will hate me, but if I do, it'll ruin me. Half an hour later I was in front of the mirror fixing my suit. I decided to do it even it will ruin me, Wendy will be contented and it won't mean I have no chance, right?

Yeri who was at her friends won't be with us, so it was just me and Wendy. It was actually perfect if I was the one taking Wendy, I'll be sure to take her to prom. I drove to Wendy and she open the door in her dress and heels, looking cute for another guy, not me.

The ride was mostly silent until Wendy suddenly called me by my name. Usually it was 'yah' but this time she said 'V'. I always wanted to hear her say my name to know what it sounded like, but for some reason it felt like she was drifting away from me.

I parked the car. When we stepped out I wanted to confess to her before we went our separate ways and before I really lost my chance. But I did not, I am such a coward. Instead I said, "Wendy, there is an after party for seniors with beer and alcohol." I made a drinking motion with my hand and tilt my head back making gulping sounds."Don't go to it. Not safe for a girl. And I won't be able to drive you back home, but Mark will be able to." It was the first time I mentioned Mark, he is pretty popular these days. "By the way, you look pretty." I said before we split.

I told Wendy not to go to the after party, mainly because I needed some beer today and I did not want my confession to be heard by everyone and heard by Wendy while I am drunk. I get sentimental when I am drunk. During the dance, I really only watched Wendy and Mark from afar, burning with jealousy. They were having fun and left the dance early. I wanted to follow them and I would have if Yeri had not stopped me.

"Oh! My dongsaeng is so pretty!" I said, straining my neck only to see Wendy dragging Mark outside.

"V, don't see me as a dongsaeng anymore, I am grown up now." Yeri said in a tone that caught my attention. To be honest it was the fact that she called me V, which she does not do, it was always oppa. And for Wendy it was always yah.

"What?" I said. Yeri grabbed my arm and led me to the school's hallway where no one should be right now. It was dark, but a window let in some of the moon's natural light. Yeri pulled me into a hug. I let her and we stayed that way for awhile in the spotlight of the moon. "Hey you alright?" I said after we let go. She did not answer. She looked at me in the eyes and I could see a hint of tears. Thats when I knew some was off. Terribly.

"No it can't be. Dad died?" I said.

"No. And Dad is not your real dad. Mom is not either. I ..." Yeri did not finish, she did not need to. I am adopted and she's not my sister. "I am not your real dongsaeng, so please don't see me as one. I lived with that title and I don't want it." Yeri paused and inhaled deeply before continuing. "V, I love you. Since the accident. Since the adoption process."

"Accident?" I questioned.

"Yes. It was my parent's car that hit you. You were in a coma for weeks, but when you woke up, you remembered nothing and when we found out that you were living at an orphanage, we had to adopt you. We wanted to build a new life for you. V, if you could just give me a chance I could be better than Wendy. Yes, from the side lines, I see the they way you look at her. You never looked at any girl like the way you do at Wendy, no matter how many girls court you. My parents said they will terminate the adoption, if only you-"

"Stop. Enough!" I cut Yeri off. "You will always be my dongsaeng. Mom and Dad will always be Mom and Dad. Wendy will always be Wendy. Don't. Switch the roles." I left Yeri after that. I can't believe it. Things were changing too quick, the world spinning to fast, yet I still don't know who I'm really am. I walked to the parking lot, only to find my car gone and to get a text from Wendy saying she borrowed it. Great. I kicked the air and wandered trying to remember something. Anything. No use. Earlier, going to the after party was just a mere thought, but now it seemed possible.

I grabbed five bottles of beer. I don't have a good tolerance for drinking, but today seem okay for it. I popped open the cap and chugged my first bottle. It stung my throat. Already, I felt throwing up and everything sounded annoying and loud. My vision blurred, but I still drank. it felt good. By the time I finished the fifth bottle, I figure I'd be wasted, but no I was still conscious. There was not much people left, only the ones too drunk too move, I was not going to be added to the pile, so I left, walking home. It was dark, probably around midnight. Then it started to rain, hard pelting drops. I was on the highway, the quickest route home. I wanted to run to the other side where the trees would shelter me a little, but half way my insides traveled up my throat and I slipped trying to keep my vomit from staining me. I vomited for a full minute, then stood back up to have a semi trunk hit me. I went flying. I always wanted to know the feeling of flying, too bad I was not conscious enough to feel anything. Then my head smacked a street light pole before I ungracefully landed on the road, scraping my body and face. It hurt like hell and I could not believe I was still conscious. I tasted my blood from my head as it travel down my face. It stung my scarred face and I winced in pain, only to be in more pain. I was rushed to the nearest hospital and my eyelids felt heavy. I knew I was dying.

She grabbed my hand and we walked into the building. It was the orphanage I was staying at. I was lonely most of the time, but she kept me company. She said her name was Son Seung-Wan, but everyone called her Wendy.

Now I was older. And still not adopted with Wendy. I confessed to her the feelings I had since I met her. I prepared something and now all I needed was an answer. She pulled me in for a kiss, my first and that was the only answer I needed.

"Can you believe that Wendy's dad would set up a marriage for her?"

"She does not even know who her dad is and here is a letter thats say everything. Why would a dad do that?

"I feel bad for Wendy. She really loves Kim Taehyung. Its just not fair"

The ladies stopped gossiping when I approached them. I took the letter and read every word. No wonder Wendy was acting strange. Do she know? I balled the letter up to throw away and went to find Wendy. I needed answers. I did not know where she would be. I searched in every place we been together, but no Wendy. I given up when it started to rain. I regret threatening to break up with her. I really do, but the rumors. I ran back to the orphanage, but a mini van beat me and my head smacked the pavement like the weight of a brick. I heard voices and there Yeri and her parents crowd around panicking.

I woke up a moment with pain in the back of my head and saw Yeri, Mom, and Dad. My family.

"V!" It was Wendy. Son Seung-Wan. My first love. It was the second time she said V, but my name is Kim Taehyung. Why would she do that? Standing beside her was Mark. I recognized him from the internet. Wendy's eyes were full of fear. She was scared and worried. The last thing I remembered was Wendy breaking into tears and Mark wrapping his arms around her as the doors closed and I was rushed to the ER before I really
lose it.

Will V live to tell Wendy the truth? Honestly I don't even know, but I did just think of something that could be considered a plot twist.