FCKGURL.HAECHAN sequel

fifteen

Late during the night in February, Jiho and Donghyuck fled to the coastal towns of South Korea. They weren't in trouble, nor did they need to go, but they both felt a pull, a lull of the sea. The heater in Donghyuck's car buzzed mildly, the music overpowering it. Donghyuck had his hand resting on Jiho's thigh while Jiho's head laid next to the window.

As they zipped through the cities, she watched the land, the lights, the people. She was always fascinated by the living conditions of the places around her. One day, she wished to travel to these places to see the people of the world. Jiho was snapped out of her trance when a song she liked came on. "Waiting Room" by Rex Orange County was definitely one of Donghyuck and Jiho's favorites.

"I'm just the boy you love." Donghyuck sang to Jiho as she listened to the music that reminded her of Donghyuck's dad's records, for no particular reason.

As the beat continued, Donghyuck peered over to Jiho, who had fallen back into her habit of examining the world around her. He took his hand off her leg, "Are you okay?"

She turned to him and smiled, "I'm fine."

The truth was, that she wasn't fine. Jiho had been thinking about her mom more and more recently. Although she hated that bitter women, she still felt love for her. After all, she gave her life, raised her. Maybe she hadn't raised her properly, but she did raise her. And it wasn't like her mom was the worst women ever. She might be top ten, but not the worst.

"Good. Are you hungry?" Donghyuck replied?

"Not really, just a bit thirsty."

"There's a diner a bit up, we could get milkshakes?" He offered her as she nodded with a smile.

As they zipped down the street, the diner's sign came into perspective. It read "24 Hour Eats" in bright blue letters. They flickered and bounced. It was magical to Jiho. The simplest things were magical to her. An old lady sat the couple at a booth. Their hands were frozen and they both huffed on them, in hopes of warming them. They ordered coffee, then after warming their bodies, ordered milkshakes to reset the frost.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Donghyuck asked as Jiho stared at her vanilla milkshake.

"Yeah, my mind is just a bit occupied." She responded as she grabbed the spoon and stirred the milkshake.

"I've never seen anyone order a vanilla milkshake." Donghyuck smiles, "Yet again, it is your favorite ice cream flavor."

Jiho nodded her head, "Vanilla is simple. It doesn't have much room for imperfections. Vanilla is vanilla."

Jiho bit her tongue as she realized she had said the same thing to Byungchul, the day that Donghyuck had seen her with her "mystery man".

"Hyuck?"

"Yes, Jiho?"

"Do you think my mom ever thinks about me?" She mumbled as his eyes got wide.

He hadn't thought about her mother in forever. In fact, he couldn't recall a time he had ever thought about her. Donghyuck stares into Jiho's brown eyes and looked for hope. When he realized it was missing, he knew he had to replace it.

"Of course she does. No matter what she did, she loved you. She probably thinks about you everyday. When she lays in bed she probably scrambles her mind trying to remember her last conversation with you. She analyzes and tries to figure out where she went south. How she ended up wherever she is. Jiho, anyone that has an ounce of love for you, constantly has you in mind. Trust me, I'd know."

Donghyuck has that power: making Jiho feel better with words. Just simply talking to him made Jiho hopeful. She nodded her head and spooned the milkshake into her mouth, a smile slipped onto her face. Donghyuck was thankful his words filled her, but he knew it was a lie. He was certain her mother was off in some far away place. Cigarettes in her mouth, stained with crappy red lipstick, her voice coated in alcohol. Jiho's mom loved her at one point. But after so much pain, her love altered to indifference.

And now her mother doesn't feel. Her mother doesn't feel bad for the death of her true love. She doesn't feel bad for the affair she had while her true love was living. She doesn't feel bad for neglecting Jiho when she needed love most. She doesn't feel bad for anything she's done because she doesn't feel at all. The only thing her mother feels is the cigarette smoke entering her lungs and it flowing over her lips. The alcohol pounding on her head, telling her that she needs it. Jiho's mom was good for nothing. And unfortunately, Jiho felt she received that gene.

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I never post in the afternoon but I finished this and I thought I should just give y'all content. Sixteen will be a pt. 2 to this chap (:

-Mames