Our New Fate

Chapter 51: The last time?

Song used in this chapter: "Mystery of Love" - Sufjan Stevens

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"Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me

The first time that you touched me

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

Blessed be the mystery of love"

The sun was already setting as Heung Soo packed his last clothes inside his bag, taking a long time to pick them - folding them, pulling them out of the travel bags and folding them again as Nam Soon gave him a few tips by the door.

"You're packing too much, you'll end up not wearing all that."

"You're only saying this because you want me to leave these for you," Heung Soo complained, picking up the last three t-shirts he had tucked away and putting them back in the wardrobe.

"Or I shouldn't help. It's your fault for leaving this to the last minute." Nam Soon shuddered as he lay down over the bed, not paying attention anymore to which clothes he packed or not.

"It's not last minute. There's still the rest of the night," - he looked insulted - "and look who's judging me."

"First, you don't have all night, today we're going out to get some ramen, since it's our last night," - not our last night, Heung Soo interrupted him - "secondly, You're the one who is moving out, not me. Stop comparing it to a trip."

"I'm finished, ok?" The older closed his bag with a small lock and got up, dragging it to the door. "We can go eat ramen now, happy?".

"Oh finally," Nam Soon smiled in a mocking tone, standing up from the bed and picking up his wallet on the kitchen counter.

The place was still cozy and the smell was just the same as the first time they went there. Nam Soon stared at the walls around them, and then at all the people sitting next to them. It was a bit crowded, but mostly because it was not a very large restaurant.

Their ramen arrived after a few minutes, and Nam Soon seized the opportunity to look at his food - or anywhere but Heung Soo.

"And a bottle of soju," he heard him ordering as he took the first bite of his noodles.

"You're traveling tomorrow morning, do you want to miss your flight?" he exclaimed as he faced him unintentionally. He felt his heart skip a bit as their eyes met and something stuck in his throat, making him suddenly lose his appetite.

"Just one. We can share it. We won't get drunk with just that," he insisted as the waiter placed it over their table and prompted to serve Nam Soon a shot.

"Last one then," Nam Soon mumbled as he served Heung Soo.

"It's not the last," Heung Soo drank it and faced Nam Soon, who was still avoiding his eyes from the moment they arrived. "Just the last for a while," he insisted, not taking his eyes from Nam Soon, who kept eating his ramen, too eagerly or maybe too anxiously - putting more food into his mouth than he could handle. Heung Soo was so used to it now that he might laugh if he wasn't feeling so bad about it.

"Nam Soon," he tried to call him, but Nam Soon couldn't look up. As the minutes went by, Nam Soon got even more apprehensive to face him. Because every time their eyes met, he would feel that sudden urge to cry that was definitely killing him. He couldn't. He promised he wouldn't.