Wait for you: Sequel

.11.

*3rd person's POV*

Jeongyeon and Mr. N was walking through the streets of Paris. Both were getting comfortable of each others presence. Both talked their hearts out and Jeongyeon ended up walking side by side, which she claimed she would not do, with the stranger.

"What do you say?" He pointed at the "pub" sign and she smiled and nodded.

The night found them chugging down shots and both were disoriented to the point that they even forgot their names.

"Ms do you want me to call someone to pick you up."

Jeongyeon chuckled as a hiccup escaped her mouth.

"Momo. I want her to pick me up. She promised to pick me up when we were just 16. She did, she actually did *chuckle*. Did you know that I also promised her that I would never drink again. Well we all know how that went. But I just broke that promise now, after 3 years *Chuckle* ahhhh Momo. Sweet sweet Momo. Momooooo.*chuckle*"

She looked at the person next to her. It was the person she came here with, he was passed out and was resting his head on his arms and sleeping. She laughed and hit his arms.

"He is really funny isn't he?" The bartender smiled as he picked up the next set of glasses to clean. The bar was empty except for a few others, who were in a similar condition to the stranger.

"So this Momo person sounds interesting."

"She is *chuckles*."

"Tell me about her."

The bartender was trying to get the person in front of him to talk as he found her interesting. Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you interested in her?"

"I-"

"I mean *hiccup* if you are then, I am cool with it. Like cool, you know what I'm talking about. I mean I should be, right? I have no right to feel any other way even if I wanted to, so so badly wanted to.
*Chuckle* you know, I was 15 years old when I first met her, wait maybe 16. *Chuckle* at first I was just curious. I wanted to know more about her. Like it's this feeling you know. It was like I wanted to be with her all the time, I wanted to hear her talk, her laugh, *hiccup*, her whines, even when she scolded me numerous times, I was always sure that we were meant to be.

*Hiccup* *laughs* pabo. How could I be such an idiot? You know what is the saddest thing about life?

Everyone leaves, it's either me or it's them. Every freaking person leaves. Everyone. My dad..."

Jeongyeon slumped down on her arms without finishing her sentence. The bartender sighed and decided to let them be. The bar was 24/7 so it was not really a problem. The bartender jumped a bit as Jeongyeon raised up again.

"*Chuckle* I wanna talk to you man-with-a-big-smile. Where was I?"

"Your dad."

"Yeah.. *chuckles* this is a bit sad actually, do you want to hear it?"

"I have all night and nothing else to do."

"*Laughs* you're funny dude. So I boarded the flight to America to go to my dad and work there. Get loads of money hoping that Momo would accept me if I was not a loser. I abandoned everything that reminded me of my past. Every freaking thing. But not people, I'm not that heartless, selfish- slightly but I'm not heartless. *Chuckles*

I came here and my dad made me feel like I could have a happy life again. He did everything *voice cracks a bit* *clears throat* every freaking thing on the entire planet to make me feel alright, to make me feel happy. *Chuckles*
What day was it? Yeah on March 16th, I was on my way to the college cafeteria when suddenly the message came. That message. *Chuckles*

Then I realized how much of an idiot I was for hoping that I could have a happy life. That everyone would stay if they want to."

Jeongyeon stopped as her throat felt dry. She ordered a vodka and she continued after drinking. Jeongyeon is not even realizing she is having a deep conversation with an absolute stranger.

"Our hearts are fragile isn't it? But I was sure Appa was strong, he was the strongest in my mind than any superheros, he was my superhero. But I guess everyone needs rest. But he choose a freaking long vacation *laughs*

Cerebrovascular accident or CAV no it's CVA, a shitty condition where your heart literally stops when your blood flow gets blocked. *Chuckles*"

Jeongyeon asked for a tissue and a Sharpie. The bartender thought she was going to write her number to contact anyone. But to his surprise she wrote

"Yoo Jeongyeon= pabo" 

"*Laughs* Everyone left. Everyone. I even lost myself. I don't know why I am even living anymore. But I want to... Do a flip *laughs hysterically*.

*Sigh* 2 years passed by and I don't know how I coped with everything. My eomma wanted me to move back with them but I couldn't. I didn't trust myself, especially with her. I'm a loser and she deserves more, more than I ever could be and I was pretty sure that she was living her life until I saw her here. *Chuckles* she changed a lot, her hair was still blonde tho. Everything was the same except for me, I didn't feel like I normally do when I see her, I didn't feel happy, I felt guilty, I felt suffocating.

Dude I have the biggest ego ever, you know. I hid everything I wanted to say, everything I wanted to do and I feel like I will for the rest of my life because I'm a coward. *Chuckles* I want to run away again. Can I?"

"Can I give you an advice?"

Jeongyeon nodded vigorously and the bartender chuckled.

"Pride and ego is only useful for pretending. You can never gain anything from them. If you really love someone just take the chance and go for it, who knows a single choice could change your entire life."

"Woah! *Claps*"

"Do you want me to call someone?"

"Yeah yeah here dude. Call anyone you want. You heard my story and I should do something in return, call anyone you want."

Jeongyeon slumped down again and the bartender unlocked her phone and called the one person who the blonde girl was talking about for the past hour.

"Hello!"

"Hi"

"Ma'am are you by any chance Ms. Momo?"

"Yeah. How may I help you?"

"Yeah. Ms. Yoo is on *xxxxx* pub and can you pick her maybe?"

"Oh my god! Yes, thank you for calling me I will be right there."

He hung up the phone and smiled as he put it beside the sleeping girl.

"Mooomooooo" The bartender smiled again as the blonde girl repeated the name like a routine.