First part of the Beverage-Series
Seoul, South Korea. Inbetween of skyscrapers and millions of people, there are two people who somehow seem to always hit the Rock Bottom of life. Mentally, financially, always down to do whatever it takes to some...
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"2006/03/24
Hyung...
My parents are talking about moving to the city. I don't know what to think about it... It seems so... pointless? Out of sense? Why would they want to move to Seoul (and force me to go with them!!), when everything they have is in Namyangju? I really don't understand them sometimes. I don't want to go there... Can't you pick me up and leave this place with me? Where are you, anyways...? Why are you not here, where you're supposed to be...?
I miss you, Hyung...
Kiyun"
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Walking through the cold felt worse than ever before.
Probably because my mind was still spinning around so much, I could barely handle it.
Well, I kind of expected our reunion to be like this, but being in this situation was somehow very different, than just thinking about it.
The look on his face, when he first saw me in the store was completely burned into several layers of my head.
It was the most painful thing I had seen for the last six years and my heart still hurt too much when I thought about it.
So I quickly buried the thought and sped up a little, to get out of that cold mess of a city and tell his friend from the store, that he couldn't go to work today. At least one small thing, I could help him with.
Definitely wouldn't be the last.
I promised myself, and him, to never leave him behind again.
Like I had a reason to, or a place I could go.
But anyways.
He'd probably be my priority number one for the next few years of my life.
"I don't know anything about it, so stop bothering me!"
"I know, that you know something, I saw you talking to her!"
The entrance of the store was right in front of me, but I somewhat hesitated for a second, when I saw Jinhye talking to some dude, I didn't know.
It wasn't a normal cashier-customer-conversation, I could see and hear it. His voice kind of sounded like a snake on crack. And Jinhye looked pissed.
The look in her eyes told everyone around her, that she was about to slap the hell out of his face.
And I knew, that this was probably the moment, where I should step in.
Pushing the door open, I approached the guy, who was clenching his hands into fists, just to put my hand on his shoulder and carefully pull him away from the cash corner.
