My heart beats for you | Book 2 (Michaeng) ✔️

JYE

Warning: SaTzu's smut

(Few days after Momo was discharged)

Momo POV
I went to Jihyo's cafe and sat down at a table. I was asked to rest and not doing anything except for breathing, eating, drinking and the toilet business. So what I did is just staying at home or at Jihyo's cafe. Jeongyeon even always bring Yoonho somewhere or to her dad since her dad wanted to see Yoonho so badly.

"Now that you've had this miracle, what do you want more than anything else?" Jihyo asked me

"Actually..."I replied

"I'm dying for a soju right now" I was mortified that I had given such a flippant answer, and also surprised. I didn't even like soju. But the craving I felt was specifically for the taste of soju. For some bizarre reason, I was convinced that nothing else in the world could quench my thirst.

That evening, an odd notion occurred to me, maybe the donor of my new organs, had been a soju drinker. Was it possible that my new heart had reached me with its own set of tastes and preferences? It was a fascinating idea. I would sometimes wonder who was choreographing changes in my preferences and personality. Was it me, or was it my heart? I've always wondering..

On the third day after I got discharged, though my body was doing fine, I fell into a profound despair. Part of what I was experiencing was a post-operative depression, but I was also going through the early stages of an identity crisis. I mentioned my feelings to the surgeon in charge of my surgery but he told me not even to think about it and "just get on with my life"

Now that I could eat like a normal person, I found, bizarrely, I'd developed a sudden fondness for certain foods I hadn't eat so much before this such as cheesy snacks, sundae and hotteok. As time went on, a strange question crept into my mind. Although I hadn't thought much about my donor, I was acutely aware that I was living with another woman's heart.

That night, I slept and out of nowhere I dreamed of Nayeon. When the dream was over, something had changed. I woke up knowing that Nayeon was my donor and that some parts of her spirit and personality were now within me. I wanted to check this information but I know that the transplant programme observed a code of strict confidentiality. I can't help but kept on wondering.

I decided to ask Jeongyeon if she happened to know who was the heart donor. She was hesitant to tell me I kept on pressured her to tell me as I was really desperate to know. "Was it Nayeon?" I asked. At last, she told me that Nayeon was the heart donor. My dream about Nayeon was true after all. I asked Jeongyeon what Nayeon liked to eat and drink, because what I felt at the moment when it comes to certain things like eating and drinking were mostly not from my own. Jeongyeon told me all the foods and drink Nayeon liked. Indeed, it was all Nayeon's. I felt a weakness in my knees and collapsed into a chair as I heard it from Jeongyeon.

Until this moment, in a strange way I hadn't been 100 per cent certain that the transplant had even happened. The process had been so otherworldly that it was easier to view it as a miracle. But, suddenly, I knew now who the donor was. I felt bad for Nayeon that she had to sacrifice for me. I knew that she loved Jeongyeon so much.

The next day I decided to pay respect to the late deceased. Now the tears flowed. I felt a bond between us like nothing I had ever known. But I couldn't quite comprehend this, me holding Nayeon's picture in my hands and her heart in my chest. I paused to take a breath and Nayeon's lungs filled with air. Except that they were my lungs now. Mine to breathe with.