You Were My Love

Scene 54 - Prison

Hae Wong hated it.

He loathed it so much.

He didn't hate his job.

No.

That wasn't it.

He didn't hate the tasks he had to take care of every day either.

Paper work. Phone calls. Meetings. Appointments. Trips. P.R.

Going out could even be pleasant.

But he started to feel it really unbearable that it took him so much time.

Ever since his position evolved, his working load had increased.

So damn much.

And his father kept on demanding more too.

His working days kept on getting longer.

And so far, finishing late at night had never been a bother.

For real.

He felt he just had to do what he had to to.

But soon enough, over the weeks, over the months, sometimes became often. Often became regularly.

Which became usually. Which had now turned to nearly all the time.

He had always complied gracefully.

At least for the first few months.

For he knew what he wanted to achieve, and he knew that, at this young an age, the position he aimed at could not be reached without extremely hard work, and appropriate "supports."

But a new element had been added to the equation and thinks didn't add up so well now.

If Hae Wong's career and professional goals were improving full speed thanks to his relentless efforts, and his father's well-aimed and well-thought strategies and tactics, his appropriate "support", he wasn't any more the workaholic he used to be.

Now there were other, more alluring things in his life.

Actually there was ONE very alluring SOMEONE.

Who switched everything around.

Who turned his world upside down.

Who positively wrecked his so scheduled, dehumanized life.

Priorities had changed.

Hae Wong looked at his watch.

10 p.m.

And he still had a couple of things to do.

He sighed heavily.

He could bear with the efforts.

He would also bear with the amount of time he had to spend on his job.

He could even stand the fatigue.

But one thing was getting more difficult each day, each hour, each minute.

Being away from his angel.

First, for not being able to spend time with him.

He'd be so painfully needing him.

Because the very second he let go of him, he'd be missing him, even before he left.

Even if he didn't leave.

... His voice, talking to him.

... His beautiful eyes looking at him.