Can love transcend time? Jeon Jung-kook asked this very question himself when he looked at himself in the mirror as a middle-aged man. His daughter was planning to elope with someone considered not "fit" for the Jeon household. Somehow he heard hims...
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It was about an hour later before Eun-hye left the room where the untold truth finally came out. Her hands still shook as she turned the doorknob. She desperately tried to switch off the thoughts swirling in her head, but her heart's pounding in the way she imagined herself dying pre-maturely from a heart attack. She needed to breathe.
The story Jimin relayed to her couldn't be true, or rather, Eun-hye didn't want to believe it to be true. But she knew Jimin had no reason to lie about such a serious matter, her own grandmother, and to an extent, her own father being complicit to the horror that occurred three decades ago.
If it wasn't for Jimin who found Taehyung sprawling listlessly on the doorsteps of his small hut, Taehyung would've died from his injuries. It was Jimin who nursed the hapless lad back to his health, although it took several months before Taehyung could even open his eyes, not sure if he was afraid of what he might see, or what he might be missing.
When Jimin was finally able to convince Taehyung that a second chance at living was better than being dead, the latter couldn't remember what his life was like before his "accident"—that was what he's told, how he sustained such injuries, that he had been toiling in a farm and a run-away tractor rolled over him. Jimin didn't have the heart nor the intention of telling his friend the truth, believing that concocting a story was the best thing he did for him. Or that maybe his own feelings for Taehyung clouded his judgment.
But Eun-hye was not mad at Alex's Dad; instead, she was grateful. She was thankful that Taehyung survived and that despite the revelation, Jimin still welcomed her into their family. And yet, because of this, she's also ashamed, wishing that her family wasn't tainted with blood on their hands.
How could she ever look at Papa in his wheelchair, knowing the truth behind his immobility? How could she ever face her fiancée, who had been trying to appease her father? If Alex had known this, would he be as forgiving as Jimin?
Eun-hye sauntered back to her room where her husband slept on the bed, a book laid open on top of his chest, with a hand over it. She walked to his side and took the frames off his nose and placed them on the table. Eun-hye slowly lifted his fingers and pried the book underneath. She smiled wistfully at the steady rise and fall of Alex's chest, and Eun-hye couldn't help but wish that what happened tonight and thirty-years ago was a dream.
