Unspoken Definites

13 Escaped

YUZURU'S whole being seemed uncoordinated at the moment.

His head was dizzy, his body tired but his heart was full. He spent the last two days looking for Yuna and he was glad he finally found her. It had been difficult for his part especially with the language barrier and the tight security imposed by his manager, Mr. Watanabe. Either way, it was totally worth it.

His translator had been of great help in this quest. They were able to track Yuna's father and the rest had been easy.

Yuzuru had come from Pyeongchang earlier this morning and found her family there. It was where he finally got Yuna's address in Seoul. It would have taken him long to find her if he didn't succumb to his urge to drink yoghurt that night. He went inside the minimart and while paying for his stuff, a young woman who resembled the person he was looking for stood beside him scattering her own groceries by the counter.

His heart jumped a little when he thought that it could be Yuna-- the chubby cheeks, warm eyes, and pretty face would not lie. However, he wanted to make sure it really was her so he followed the girl to know whether she really would go to the address stated in the piece of paper given by Yuna's mother.

He didn't have to reach the address to get the confirmation though.

“I’m glad you still got those hard knuckles.” Yuzuru commented as he finished applying ointment to his skin that was bruised when he landed on the ground after she hit him. “But Yuna, do you really always have to hit me after meeting for such a long time?” He smiled good-naturedly.

“I’m sorry about that.” Yuna frowned. “I thought you were a bad person. I was just being careful.”

Yuzuru smiled. If there was one thing he learned after the Great East Earthquake, it was that he only lived once so he might as well say what’s on his head, “I missed you.”

His straightforwardness took her by surprise that she almost choked on her banana milk.  She coughed several times which sent Yuzuru into worrying,“Hey, are you okay?”

Yuna fixed her stare on the table after gaining back her composure. “Why would I not be okay?” she enquired. “I thought you had gone back to Japan already... The competition ended like two days ago.”

Yuzuru merely nodded, “I spent the last two days looking for you.”

She raised an eyebrow and gave him her best "what the heck" look.

A smile broke from his thin lips. “I don’t think I could go back to Japan without seeing you. I had to look around and with the help of some people, I found your parent’s whereabouts in Pyeongchang.” Yuzuru said triumphantly. “I found your house there and got to play with Min Seok. The boy has grown a lot.”

Yuna stared at him wide eyed. "You did not." She voiced her thoughts way too loud for him to hear.

The guy smirked got his phone to flaunt his evidence to her. Yuna hastily grabbed his mobile and zoomed in the photo he was showing her. Yes, it truly was taken inside their house and the people around Yuzuru was her family. She placed his phone back on the table. “Why would you go around looking for..." She wanted to strangle herself for almost saying me, "Looking for us, Yuzu?” She managed to stammer at the end.

“Why not?” he replied with another question instead. “Anyway, Mrs. Kim told me about where I can find you. She gave me your number but I decided not to call you yet. I thought you might be busy with school. They told me that Seoul National University is the best in the country. I am incredibly proud of you.”

“Proud my foot.” Yuna said, rolling her eyes. “Look what you've become.”

Yuzuru smiled shyly this time. What followed was an awkward silence that seemed to last an eternity. They were thinking of the same thing but no one had the courage to bring the matter up.