One Missed Call | ✓

CHAPTER SIX [PART 1]

"Jiwon hyung, I'm sorry."

Those were the first words that came out of Chanwoo's lips when they met.

In the distance, Jiwon could hear the mindless chatter filling the wedding hall. Everyone seemed to be encased in their own agendas, waiting for the wedding rehearsal about to take place minutes from now. At the corner of his eye, he could see Lee Chanhyuk, Jinhwan's brother-in-law and at the same time the wedding planner, discussing something to the employees, his hands gesturing wildly in description.

"Jiwon hyung," Chanwoo called again, diverting his attention back to him.

The youngest among their friends fiddled with his thumbs absentmindedly, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"I... I know what happened. I'm sorry, hyung. I should've listened."

Jiwon wouldn't lie; when silence consumed his thoughts, there would be times when Chanwoo was on the receiving end of his anger. However, Jiwon was aware that none of it was the youngest's fault. It happened with his own conviction.

Patting Chanwoo's shoulder, he sent him a reassuring smile. "Don't beat yourself up over it."

"Hyung, I can talk with her if you want—"

"Chanwoo."

"I mean, it's just a kiss, right? I'm sure she'll understand. And it's not like you dragged it longer—"

"Chanwoo," Jiwon repeated, his tone going deeper. It finally made his friend stop.

"It's not just a kiss. It's about the fact that I let something like that happen." He wistfully smiled. "Someday, you'll understand."

The young one opened his mouth, attempting to say something, when a loud clap interrupted his speech.

"Can the entourage get ready?" Chanhyuk barked at the mic hung on his cheek. He strode over the walkway, trying to out-tall everyone standing around him. With his straight posture, it seemed like so.

"To those included in the processional, please standby at the ballroom doors. We're starting the rehearsal."

Chanwoo gave him a look and walked ahead. Jiwon followed after, dodging several bodies slowly gathering outside the doors. When he stood in line, he opened and closed his hands in an attempt to calm himself.

It would be the day where his wife would be forced to be with him. Based from his friends, she was already in the hall, somewhere, just out of his sight, as if trying to avoid a certain someone in the venue.

His mind whirled with conflicted thoughts. He didn't want to see her but at the same time, he missed her so bad that a glimpse would be enough.

Before he could settle with a decision, he heard it, the slow clanking of heels against the floor. The footsteps were light, almost hesitant, the pace simultaneously matching the beat of his heart. The noise seemed to fade in the background. The silence between them hung thickly in the air. Even when he haven't seen who it was, he was sure it was her.

Jiwon did a double take as he saw the only person haunting his thoughts. Her pale skin glowed and complimented the pastel Sunday dress she wore. Her long black hair looked beautiful cascading down her back and some on her shoulders. Her lips, as luscious as it was, looked alive, with it tainted cherry-like red. However, the one thing that stood out the most was her eyes.

Looking through the windows of her soul, it always reminded him of a stormy winter. Unfeeling but defiant, it didn't fail to nip his skin cold. It was obvious to see that there was a blizzard storming in her orbs, maybe spinning in her head too.