Act of Benevolence

23

It has been about three days.

"I haven't gotten any call or text message from her yet." Taeyong says to Doyoung in the hallway.

"I heard you started a ruckus, and went to jail." Doyoung retorts.

"Yah!" Taeyong rose his fist.

"Dude, I seriously don't know anything about Hobak right now." Doyoung answers.

With a scoff, Taeyong walked away and saw Jaehyun.

Isn't it crazy they both decided to like the same girl?

"Hi hyung." Jaehyun smiles softly.

"H-Hello," Taeyong stammered, doesn't he hate me?

"I don't want it to be like a "girl ruined our friendship" kind of thing." Jaehyun huffs.

"I love you Hyung." Jaehyun chuckles.

"Aw you rascal." Taeyong shuffled Jaehyun's hair with laughter.

"Great, I have one thing off my chest." He says.

"What is the other thing?" Jaehyun curiously asks.

"Hobak.. she hasn't emailed me, nor video called.." Taeyong faltered his smile.

"Where did she go?" Jaehyun asks another question.

"She didn't tell you?" Taeyong questioned back.

"No... I saw her dad two days ago.. Shouldn't she be here?" Jaehyun said confused.

"Ah! Her dad! A genius! You're a genius!" Taeyong patted his younger friend and headed off to his home.

To his neighbor's door.

Taeyong knocked respectfully, but there was not a single verbal response.

"Hello? Excuse me?" Taeyong yelled through the door.

"It's your neighbor, Taeyong, also your daughter's friend." Taeyong introduces through the door.

"Mr.Jeon?" Taeyong knocked again.

"A-Are you looking for me?" A voice behind him called.

"Ah, hello! How are you?" Taeyong cheerfully smiled with a bow.

"I'm okay, but not alright, if I tell you my honest words." The voice breaks emotionally.

"Why, Mr. Jeon?" Taeyong looks up startled.

"I can't," Mr.Jeon choked up with his words.

At that minute, Mr.Jeon broke into tears and fell onto his knees weakly.

Taeyong finally bit his lip and his eyes grew blurry, "No..." he whispers in disbelief,

"No," Taeyong repeats a little louder pulling his hair.

Taeyong ripped through his hair and yelled with agony. "No!"

Mr.Jeon's appearance was too obvious, a traditional hanbok all in black.

"My little pumpkin..." Mr.Jeon says as he held out a necklace.

Taeyong moved slowly to Mr.Jeon and sat beside him sniffling.

Taeyong watched as he saw the charm in the middle opened up to a picture.

A picture of a cute six year old Hobak.

No tears, no pain, no bruise.

An innocent, little girl, that could've been here.

If she wouldn't have met me.

But if I didn't meet her, then I wouldn't have fell in love.

With her kindness, her act of benevolence.

Which made me tease for that, the wrong way someone could treat anybody.

Her nice flowing hair,
her eyes that were slightly small, but they were adorable. Especially when she smiled.

Taeyong began to hate himself for smiling at his memories.

He hates how he can't be by her side.

She's all the way in America and she's cremated.

She's gone.

That is the end.