From how I ended last chapter, if any of you were expecting something in Mina's bedroom, sorry to disappoint you. I leave that to your imagination.
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Two years later
Momo was sitting on a bench under a tree in her garden. She was watching the clouds change shapes and wondering when she would get to see Jeongyeon. It had become a daily routine for her, to think of Jeongyeon and keep waiting for the day he would come. Sometimes, she would think that he would never come and wept. And then she would reconvince herself that he would come, she just had to wait a little more.
'Momo-chan,' she heard a faint voice call her. She ignored the voice as it still sounded afar.
'There you are. I've been looking for you Momo-chan,' Eri, Momo's mother said. She sat down next to her daughter.
'What were you doing here alone?' Eri asked. Momo didn't answer, instead she was recalling Jeongyeon's face in her mind. Eri waited for Momo to answer. The latter had been quite withdrawn and uncommunicative for a while. It worried Eri and she had been trying to get her to talk more.
'What were you doing, Momo-chan?' she repeated.
'I am waiting for Godot,' Momo replied.
'Godot? Who's that?'
'Godot is someone who never shows up after promising that he would. Everyone has a Godot in life. Something we want but never comes to us,' she said; these words were exactly how Jeongyeon told him.
'Godot never arrived,' Momo muttered to herself.
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Meantime in South Korea
Jeongyeon was in front of his computer as usual. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He stretched his arms and smiled in satisfaction; he had just completed another website.
'Hyung-nim, I'm going to go home,' Gary, a part timer that Jeongyeon hired on contract, switched off the computer he was using.
'Oh, drive safe. Did Chaeyoung pay you?' Jeongyeon said.
'Yes, hyung-nim. Take care.'
'Are you leaving, Gary-ssi?' Mina just entered.
'Ah yes, Mina-ssi. Goodbye,' Gary said and left.
'Oppa, when are you going to trim your hair and shave your face?' Mina said. She had started to call Jeongyeon oppa, since they had become closer over the last two years.
'He is not going to. He's planning to land a role of beggar in a historic drama,' said Chaeyoung entering the room. Mina and Jeongyeon chuckled. He handed a package to Jeongyeon. 'Your visa arrived. Call Sana. You're not picking up her calls.'
'Why did you ask me to decline the new project?' Mina asked.
'Chilseok holiday is coming. We are taking a little trip,' Chaeyoung smiled. 'Follow me.' They went out.
Jeongyeon rang up Sana after taking a look at his visa.
'Hey Jeongyeon. I called earlier. You didn't pick up. I talked to the estate agent. You have got a lease for a year,' Sana said on the line.
'Thanks Sana. You've been my greatest help,' Jeongyeon said.
'Don't thank me. Finish the necessary paperwork and come to Japan quickly! I haven't hung out with you guys in 5 months. I miss you!'
Yes, it had been 5 months since Sana went back to Osaka. Working for Kim Yoon Sik turned out to be of great benefit for Jeongyeon. He became associated with other rich businessmen and his work progressed in leaps and bounds in the past two years. Assignments came from left and right and so did profit. Chaeyoung had also quit working in Callbox and focused only on designing web. Jeongyeon had registered the business under Son & Yoo Web Designing Company. However they did not function like a full fledged company should. They hired part timers only on contract basis with incentives for each project they worked on. Sana was the one going against hiring regular employees because she had plan to bring Jeongyeon and Chaeyoung to Japan. They weren't enthusiastic when Sana suggested the idea.
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The things we do for love (Twice FF| Completed|Book 1)
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