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2024-10-29 19:42:56Much like my bedroom in the manor, my office is another shrine to my memory. Untouched and kept clean, I cast my eyes at his straight, strong back and follow him in silence. My heart throbbing, and my mind messy. Thinking of the importance of that detail when I know, unlike the house, Jyeon has complete control of what happens at OLO. Mother may have retained my bedroom, but this is all Jyeon.
“In here.” Jyeon opens the familiar heavy wooden door, missing its stationed receptionist as all employees are downstairs enjoying free food. He pulls aside to let me wander in, and it’s a relief to see he’s updated this space. The uptight sense of déjà vu doesn’t happen because it no longer feels like Jyeon’s office in OLO HQ. It’s nothing like it used to be and doesn’t feel like walking into another time warp.
I glance around at the grey décor, the new furnishings, the complete lack of memories of before. The
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“I heard you ran into each other today. I’m just curious what it is you said to Sohla. I figured we three could sit down and clarify who is what in this scenario. Remove possible misunderstandings. Lay it all out on the table.” Jyeon moves to the business tone of President Park. The cold and commanding man who used to stand by my side and conduct all things OLO in seamless partnership. Familiar and safe.“You went crying to Jyeon? What did you tell him? That I was mean and told you to go back to your island so he can get on with his life. I didn’t say anything I haven’t already said to you before, Jyeon. I don’t understand why we need to clarify the truth when it’s all I gave her.”I have no more words for this woman. She’s bitter, snapping even at him, and I can tell she’s mad at being summoned here. Her pride dented. I keep my eyes glued to my water and don’t move. Poised, legs crossed, cushion i
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“Here, it’s hot. Drink slowly.” Jyeon hands me the warm mug of coffee carefully and moves the tissue box from my lap. Now I no longer need it and seem reasonably sane. He’s sitting on the coffee table opposite me now that I’m calm again, and yet his eyes are glued to my face while I stare at my milky brown beverage. It feels like it’s been hours since she left, although the reality is it’s been less than thirty minutes.“You should go downstairs and show face. The employees will notice your absence and wonder why. They saw us in the building, and word spreads fast.” I remind him softly, needing the breathing space now I’ve stopped acting like an emotional wreck. I’m embarrassed by how easily I fall apart around this man nowadays. I am exhausted and tired of how coming back here has been nothing but one tear fest after another and messes me up. Opening wounds I never wanted re-opened, and yet here we are, pullin
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“Greta, I’m home early. Where you at?” I wander into our temporary apartment, dumping my bag in the hall with relief at being back already, and push through to the main lounge, stopping dead in my tracks when my eyes fall upon two figures on the couch. My heart lurches up into my throat, and I pause in shock.“I hope you don’t mind me waiting here for you?” Yoonah stands awkwardly, dressed in his office suit, extending a hand to me as though he’s meeting a casual business acquaintance, and my eyes immediately run to Greta sitting down. She gives me a slight shrug and eyebrow raise to imply she has no idea what to say or that it’s been uncomfortable for her sitting here with him.“Have you been here long?” I take his hand, shaking it lightly and feeling weird about this whole formal encounter. It’s not like Yoonah to be so strange, but I guess I must feel like a stranger to him now. Two years of being dea
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“I have a life where I ended up. Friends, a job, a make-shift family. I’m happy there, and I don’t want to come back here to pick up where I left off. I’m not the same Sohla anymore.”“But I’m your family. You have a life here, a job… friends. What about us, what about what we need?” Yoonha starts to protest, his brows lowering and that subtle hurt coming back. Pouting and reverting to kid. The spoiled little rich master of the family, Park was always given everything he wanted by all of us. He can’t comprehend that his feelings won’t and don’t factor into my choices.“And you have coped just fine for two years without me, Yoonie. You don’t need me here anymore.”“Yes, I do. Who said I coped? Were you here? Did you see? …You have no idea what it’s been like with you dead. Don’t tell me we coped without you because it’s not even fucking true.
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“Why couldn’t we just meet them at the apartment?” Greta moans at me as I drag her through the crowd inside the food hall we arranged to meet.“I think Bryant’s scared of you and figured you’re less likely to murder him in a public place.” I jest and spot a server to our left.“Excuse me. We have reservations under the name Park. Party of four.”It’s crazy busy in this place, given it’s not even seven pm yet, but it’s a bar and restaurant in a trendy part of the city, so I guess it’s to be expected even if it’s a weekday night.The girl motions for us to follow her to a desk by the corner, where she checks her computer screen and then points us in the direction of the hall leading to private rooms at the back.“Room fifteen. Two are already here.” She smiles sweetly, and we move off to head down the dim mood-lit hallway with a lot fewer people milling ar
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“Maybe not my best idea. I didn’t think it through. Yeah… I get it. I’m not the clearest of thinkers when it comes to Sohla. I never have been. It was a dumb idea, and I apologize.” Jyeon looks down at the phone on the table, somewhat sheepish and awkward for a second, yet it gives me weird butterflies. The more I see him lately, the worse my stupid inner reactions to him are getting. And him admitting to being wrong. I should film it for prosperity as Jyeon of the past was never wrong.I kept expecting him to revert to the cold and heartless Jyeon of the past the longer we’re here, but instead, it feels like we are growing closer, and he’s warming up with every encounter. Losing his awkwardness around me and relaxing. Maybe I am too, and I never imagined I would freely accept an invitation like tonight from him without questioning it first. The truth is I wanted to see him. I’m getting used to his presence daily again, and I m
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I’m a lightweight when it comes to booze, and even though I spaced them out, my stomach is like a washing machine, and my head’s foggy. I feel like if I go on one more ride, I might throw up, and I’m seriously regretting the four drinks I consumed in the past two hours. I’m so not myself and very aware of that warm cozy feeling when alcohol takes the sensible part of your brain and throws it in a dumpster full of feathers. I’m beyond tipsy, and my ability to reason and be logical is dancing on pink fluffy clouds.“Come on, one more…. for me.” Bryant tugs Greta along by the sleeve and tries to coax her to get on a massively high ride that throws you into the sky. It’s a hard limit for me, and I know Jyeon hates heights, so he has no chance. Greta, my little daredevil, has been keeping Bryant company on most of his choices, and I stuck to the moderate ones that don’t scare me half to death. He’s bossing he
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“What are you doing?” I accuse, widening my eyes at him, and am silenced by the complete lack of regret on his smiling face. Nose to nose, breathing combined air, and eyes locked on one another. Static in the air sizzling between us and my heart rate and breathing ups a gear in unison, making me so light-headed I fear I might actually pass out. Jyeon doesn’t seem fazed at all.“I really want to kiss you properly. Remember what that’s like. You have no idea how much I have held back from doing this for the past hour. You’re crazy sexy in this dress.” He utters it softly, so his words tickle my lips, and I instinctively suck in my bottom one to bite it. A nervous habit I picked up along the past two years, realizing a little too late that it’s a significant turn-on for him, and he leans in and kisses me again.I see it coming this time, and even though it gives me a chance to stop it or escape, I don’t move. Holding s
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One Year Later (final chapter)“Here, watch your step. Take my arm. Be careful, baby.” Jyeon catches me by the elbow as we make our way down the cobbles embedded in soft grass that are a bit slippy from light rain. It’s a beautiful day, drying out from yesterday’s weather as the sun starts to climb, and the birds are singing loudly as though to welcome us here again. We come often, yet the beauty of this place never ceases to please me.I’m carrying a box of plants and flowers, concentrating on leading the way while he makes sure I stay steady. I am focused on today’s task list in my head as it seems we have a jam-packed schedule today. It’s Yoonies birthday, and we have a family tea party after this.“I’m fine. We’re almost there.” I turn back, screwing up my nose and making a silly face at the bundle of joy nestled in his arms that always puts me in a good mood and melt when I get a giggled response. Big brown eyes set in the sweetest face and the cutest dimples, resembling his dadd
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I follow Jyeon around behind the estate agent as she shows us the third property today, and I’m a little bored with endless beige walls and marble kitchen counters. It seems to sell, everyone removes all personality from the buildings, and they blend into a see of neutral boringness. Jyeon seems rooted with interest, and all I keep thinking about is how soon we can eat. Fed up with this already.My fingers are held snugly in his as he takes command and leads the way, pulling me along like a tired toddler to view endless open spaces and listen to the droning agent describe the light and airy feel. He seems aware of my lack of interaction. Asking her questions and pointing out things I might like in this property instead of the others to coax me to respond. So far, I haven’t seen many differences to care.I’m so tired and done with this today. Aching all over and back with a shitty morning of nausea and fatigue that’s dragging my mood down.
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I prop my chin in my palms while resting my elbows on the table and gaze out over the sea view from the second floor of the shack. Relaxed, and I’m tired today.“Here we go, ladies.” Bryant slides the plates in front of us, wearing a kitchen apron and looking domesticated today. He’s been learning the ropes of working the kitchen with Greta and helping her cook because apparently he’s a master chef, and it’s been his hidden talent for years. She doesn’t seem too enamored with him muscling into her domain, but she hasn’t stopped him either. I wonder if this is him trying to infiltrate because he knows this is a long-term thing for him, and his future lies in helping with the shack.“What is it?” Greta pipes up, gazing up at him across the table from me, and then picks up a fork to prod the pasta with suspicion. No one gives Bryant a hard time like she does, but it’s amusing.“Seafood pasta wi
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I’m lying on the couch of the boat, idly watching daytime tv, and keep checking my cell for any messages from Jyeon at the council meeting. Restless, yet I don’t have the energy to do much about it and hate that my own body prevented me from going there. This was my baby, and this is an essential step in proceeding with the plans for the island.Nothing so far, complete radio silence, and I sigh dejectedly, turning on my side and pausing as another wave of nausea laps over me like warm ocean water. A prickling of heat and then cold showering every inch of my skin in a motion that’s happened frequently since I woke up. I hold very still until it passes and then exhale with relief when it dies down again. My brain fixated on the endlessness of waiting here alone, even though the reality is it hasn’t been long at all. Jyeon refused to leave until the last minute because he didn’t want me to fend for myself, and I know he’ll rush right ba
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“Hey, sleepyhead. Do you want breakfast?” Jyeon’s gentle voice filters through my sleep-addled brain as warmth envelopes my downward-facing body. Content and heavy in my haven of bliss and not willing to budge just yet, even with his coaxing. I am star-shaped on the double bed and sinking into my comfy softness. His breath on my cheek and fingers lightly skim through my hair, tingling my scalp before he leans in and kisses me with soft grazing on the temple. Cosily snuggled against me, I flicker my eyes open and come around properly.“Hmmm, what time is it?” I stifle a gentle yawn, too relaxed to lift my head or open my eyes. I could get used to this vacation existence with him. For three days, all we did was play in the sand and sea, have sex, eat, and sleep. I’m exhausted still, as though I haven’t slept, so it has to be ridiculously early. We sailed back to the harbor yesterday evening and had ourselves an early night in prep for t
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“You look beautiful. Jyeon is the luckiest man alive.” Mother takes my hand at the car door and helps me slide out, adjusting my simple cream lace dress that reaches the ground and fluffing my hair before handing me my bouquet back. It’s fitted down to my thighs and then flairs out enough for a bit of drama in a mermaid tail shape, and today my hair is curled and swept to one side. I feel glamorous and pretty, eager to get moving and see Jyeon.Jyeon wanted to do this right and slept at the hotel last night with Bryant, leaving the boat for me, mother, and Greta to have ourselves a girly bonding sleepover. It was only one night, and yet I missed him like crazy. I haven’t seen him since he kissed me goodbye after supper and told me today was the start of the rest of our lives. It was a long night, and I swear it’s been days instead of hours.I’m nervous even though it seems so stupid to be, given I have known him forever, and this is
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Jyeon leads the way up a narrow path worn down and not defined all too well, but a pretty walk through the trampled grass. Lined with trees and shrubs in a secluded part of the island, which took thirty minutes to drive to and I’m shocked he managed to find this place.“Where does this lead, and how did you even find out about it?” I have a tight grasp on his hand as he guides me and stops every few minutes to check my footing, although it’s a pretty easy walk and not steep either. It’s a casual meander through nature, and we come out on top of the most breathtaking flat top with short grass due to some wild horses we saw near the makeshift car park further back. It’s a plateau on a cliff that’s not as high as my thinking spot but looks out over the island's north side where there’s no sign of the village or harbor and feels crazily secluded.“The lady in the bakers told me about it and set it up on my phone app wit
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I push the paperwork aside to allow one of the twins to slide the sandwich platter on the table between the four of us and smile her way warmly. Watching as the other lays out four glasses of iced soda to help fuel us for a few more hours. Such attentive employees and I already decided with Greta to keep them as full-time staff when we boost the Shack’s incoming.“Thank you. You’re a star.” I am completely starving after sitting here all morning while we trash out details and plans for the island for the fourth day in a row, and Bryant is taking notes to help draw up the proposal. Jyeon gave him the assignment to work here for two weeks while we do this, and he’s not complaining, even if his legal department is without a head and constantly calls for guidance. He’s been glued to Greta since he got here and now side by side, facing us; I can tell Greta is happy. She still won’t admit they’re officially a couple, yet she blooms wh
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Jyeon reaches inside the leather jacket of his causal attire today and tugs out a small bunch of keys. Not hesitating before pulling the right one with a single hand and unlocking the door. Clunk, click…the opening of the vault of my fears.“Ladies first.” He swings it open in front of us and steps aside, letting my hand go to make a move, and I stand frozen as it comes into slow view. My breath hitching as it feels like my heart skips a beat, and my blood runs cold in my veins.The neutral decorated and modern interior is so anally clean and neat that I always liked. Everything had a place, and I never could deal with clutter or lots of art and mess, so it’s pretty organized and minimal, yet the atmosphere is heavy. I can almost visualize the sharp-suited and cold me of old sitting at that large arc of a desk by the windows. Head down, expression blank and barking orders at the poor secretary who resided there. Her desk is vacant and free from
