Ways of Parting

Oh My Love, The First. 

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Longing. 

It was the first emotion the man recognized.

The longing for someone, for just one person, was lit like a flame.
It was an intense agony that he had never experienced.
Your face, your smile, the warmth you gave me.
All those things that were taken for granted, but were not actually taken for granted.

 

 

[…! …le… wa… upto…]

The fragments of consciousness that floated like buoys began to come back one by one at the voice that filled my head. 

[…sor …thel!]

 

A loud noise.
An unfamiliar yet familiar language.
Even if you try to identify the source of the sound, a task as simple as that wasn’t easy.
Perhaps, it’s because his eyes were filled with darkness without a speck of color.

As he opened my eyes with all my might, a faint ray of light pierced through the pitch-black darkness.
At the same time, the puzzle of consciousness, in which each piece was gradually finding its place to complete the picture, was also put together at once.
A sigh escaped the man’s mouth as the memories swept in like waves.

Ah…

 

[Mr.
Ha!]

Sorrow, joy, shock, astonishment.
As he slowly blinked at the voice containing all kinds of emotions that could not be fully expressed in a language, unfamiliar faces came into view one by one.
And the moment he recognized them, his dry cheeks began to get wet little by little.

Five years.

 

There was a period when Ha Joyoon, who was working as a military reporter for the TPA News Agency, fell unconscious due to a head injury after being caught in the shooting scene of the Syrian civil war. 

Tap.
Tap.

As he kicked the ground with his toes, the asphalt road moistened with the rain from last night makes a fairly interesting sound.
While it looked like he was tired, the man tilted his head curiously and stomped again.

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Light brown hair gently swayed in response to his small movements.
Although he was exhausted due to his long hospital stay, he couldn’t hide his unique beauty.

Tap.
Tap.
The same sound resonates like the playing of a string instrument.
In line with that, a subtle change in expression occurred on the somewhat blank face. 

He could have never experienced this again.
Thinking like that, even this insignificant sound seemed to be quite precious.
Ha Jooyoon repeated the same behavior for a long time as he was engrossed in the feeling of being alive.
Passerbys murmured at his odd behavior, but he couldn’t hear anything.
Only the Sun, who lamented the end of summer, secretly looked over on such a man.

Five years.

It was such a long time.
However, one person’s face was as clear as if they had met just yesterday, to the extent that the period of time was as insignificant as it could be.

Even after dramatically regaining consciousness, Ha Joyoon could not return home straight away.
It was because of his poor physical condition.
He was taken to the Lebanese embassy in the state, and treated in a decent medical facility, as it took several more months before he was able to walk. 

After finally but barely being able to move, Ha Joyoon immediately requested to return home.
The local medical staff insisted that his body had not recovered properly and prevented him from returning to Korea, but he could not delay even for a moment.
In the end, he succeeded in convincing them only after making a promise, a promise to continue treatment immediately after returning home.

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When he returned home after suffering all kinds of hardships in a Baltic State, the first place Ha Joyoon visited was not the hospital.
There was someone more important to him than the scars of his injuries that were ticking like a time bomb somewhere in his head.

 

The face of the person I wanted to see, the face of the person I wanted to meet, I wanted to get back to you as soon as possible, even for a minute or a second. That was the only thought.
It was a longing he felt for the first time in his life.

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Familiar footsteps.
There were also unfamiliar sounds mixed in as if they were coming with someone, but it was not difficult to distinguish the main sounds.
Even if no one told him, Ha Joyoon knew the owner of this sound.

How could he not know?

They resembled its owner and were prudent yet serious.
He was not one to talk too much as he didn’t speak in vain but had a strong sense of responsibility for the words that were let out.
He had no humor, though he had a warm heart despite being hard on everything.
Although he always teased him for being unnecessarily responsible, Ha Joyoon liked this personality of his lover.

It was this prudence and seriousness of his lover that held him, who could not keep his feet on the ground and bound him to reality.
This lover was the reason for his return.
He always left Korea with a sense of emptiness along with a sense of mission, but the reason he thought he had to come back one day was because of only one person, not because of his family or friends. 

Would he have changed a lot? I don’t think so.

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What should I say? You’ll probably be surprised.

He was the type to rarely show changes in his usual expression but he might be quite surprised this time.
I guess so.

Although the result of being persuaded by his lover not to go and him being stubborn inevitably reached the worst, he had faith that he would wait for him nonetheless.
Knowing that he was being a selfish and cruel fool, Ha Joyoon told his lover to wait one more time before leaving Korea. 

It was five years ago that he left.

He wasn’t sure how to apologize.
Ha Joyoon smiled awkwardly, vowing that he would let himself be beaten if he hit him and that he would only listen silently if he was cursed at.
When he’s all angry, Ha Joyoon would give him a hug and say that he won’t do anything dangerous.
Now that his lover had endured and given up so much for him, he wanted to do something in return.
Even if it was a matter of ignoring all the beliefs and convictions that he had upheld so far, at least once… at least once.

Perhaps the other person may be angry with himself that it is already too late, but he would eventually forgive him in the end.
As always.

It was after the footsteps that were slowly approaching him completely stopped that the thoughts that had been tangled like a skein stopped.
Even with his characteristic quiet breathing, Ha Joyoon realized that the main character of the shadow in front of him was his lover. 

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