Intersected Lines (R-18)

Line 43

(Hong Jisoo's PoV)

"Goodmorning Tita"

"Good morning Jisoo, anak"

-she sat across me with a smile on her face and place two mugs on the wooden table. The godly scent of the  perfectly brewed coffee instantly mix the fresh morning breeze.

"Wow. That smells beyond spectacular tita"

-she chuckled and moved one mug closer to me.

"This place feels nostalgic isn't it?"

-she looked around as if she's searching for the things that may appear so nostalgic to me giving me side glances as well as she wants to see my reactions.

"I'm glad you still keep your garden this way tita. I'm glad to see things that are a part of my childhood"

"Jeonghannie always tell me the same thing. Whenever he comes home he will spend almost half of his day sitting in here doing nothing but staring at the roses"

-I took a sip on my coffee as she does the same.

"This wooden bench itself is enough to make my skin crawl. I almost did not recognize my second home but as soon as my eyes caught the garden everything came back to me. Those memories, the fun we had as well as the unforgettable scrapes this table and benches brought to our thin skins"

-she laughed as she listens to me.

"You kids play too hard. No one would stop as long as there's no one injured. I had to keep bandage of different sizes with me everytime you play"

-silence came along with the fresh morning breeze brushing our faces. Mrs. Yoon looked to the side, as if she's thinking deeply and spacing out at the same time. I took another sip on my coffee just before I hear her next words.

"How is he?"

-she meant him. She's not looking but obviously waiting for my answer.

"He's not fine"

-I paused for a while. Thinking carefully of what to say.

"He's no longer shouting in his sleep but I can't see it as a good thing. To be honest he's not improving in any way he just stopped shouting but I think what happens in his dream was even more scarier that he fist on the sheets and bathe with his own sweat every single night"

-Mrs. Yoon faced me with tears threatening to escape her eyes. My heart sunk.

"I thought that listening to him will somehow help him let go of his terrible experience but I was wrong, the more I talk to him the more he will shake in fear day by day and will always end up crying on my arms falling asleep in exhaustion"

"Some people needs to talk it out to let go but Jeonghan is not like that. I think what he needs right now is divertion"

-Fuck thinking in such a careful manner. I have to say it in a straightforward way. These thoughts never bother to leave my mind for weeks now.

"When are you coming back to Seoul?"

-my gaze went up to her.

"I'm not thinking of that right now tita. I want Jeonghan to heal first. Hindi ko sya iiwanan hanggat hindi pa sya okay"

"Why don't you take him on a trip?"

"Hmm?"

-I raised a brow, questioning her.

"I think you should take him on a trip. Seungcheol and you. Take him where he can be himself again. Away from all the things that will remind him of Mingyu. Away from all the stress. You should all take a rest together. If dealing with the problem don't help him at all, then make him forget. Fill his heart with happiness once again"