unfinished short story

FML

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"I told you not to get hurt, Hong Ji-soo. Do you think a rich boy would come here hurting himself like this every time? Even if it stings, bear it. It's your fault for getting hurt."

"Yeah, sorry for getting hurt."



"You know, that's enough." Kang Iri rubbed a cotton ball soaked in disinfectant over Hong Ji-soo's wound. As if they were both used to this kind of thing, Kang Iri didn't bother asking Hong Ji-soo why she had barged into his house, and Hong Ji-soo didn't bother explaining in detail.



"But it's pouring rain outside, come here."

"..What. Are you saying you're going to sleep over at my house?"

"huh."

"How shameless. Why do you insist on sleeping at my house when you have a nice house to call your own?"



There's a reason for that too. Let's go to sleep quickly.

Hong Ji-soo laid Kang Iri down and turned off the light, saying, "To Hong Ji-soo, Kang Iri's body heat, Kang Iri's touch, were more precious than her own parents'. It's all thanks to my father that I come to Kang Joo-ri's house every time I'm hurt. Meeting Kang Iri is the best thing I've ever done in my life." Kang Iri, no matter how she might feel about meeting him, was special to Hong Ji-soo. But the two of them were in circumstances that made it impossible for them to understand each other. The son of a wealthy family and the daughter of a poor family. A father who was a domestic abuser and a mother who neglected her, parents who didn't have enough money but loved their children with all their might. They were so different.



Jisoo was a child who never worried about money.

Iri was a child who never worried about family discord.







The two, who had nothing in common, became inseparable, unable to live without each other, thanks to Kang Iri, who had grown up receiving love and freely sharing it. It was the winter of their fifteenth year. Hong Ji-soo had never seen someone like this before, never experienced love like this, so she couldn't easily open her heart to Kang Iri. She had already accepted far too early that unconditional love didn't exist. But Kang Iri didn't believe it. He told her that if there was no one like that in the world, she could become him. And that he would become that person for her.















What was the world doing to that small, unattractive boy that made him so cruel to Hong Ji-soo? He groped and groped his way through a dark path, somehow finding an exit and encountering light. Was it because of that? Or was he jealous of Hong Ji-soo's stubbornness?





Come here, Kang-i-ri. Hong Ji-soo clenched her fists. Her fingernails dug into her flesh, drawing blood, but Hong Ji-soo didn't care. It wasn't the right situation. Her mother clutched at her father's trouser legs, sobbing and raging. Whether it was because of her father's infidelity or her mother's extravagance, she couldn't figure out the reason, as she didn't know the context.

Hong Ji-soo originally disliked her father and disliked her mother. Her mother, who had always abandoned her as a child to go out with her friends, and her father, who would beat her whenever he was in a bad mood. What kind of child would love that? But even she, being a child, felt bad when her mother cried.

But in the end, the father coldly abandoned the mother, and the mother held Hong Ji-soo's hands tightly and spoke with a face full of tears.

"Jisoo, your mom only cares about you. How can you continue living in Korea after divorcing your dad and selling yourself short? You've already sold yourself out. So, let's go to America together. It's scary if you go alone, so Jisoo, you'll come with me, right?"



What a truly selfish and wicked mother. Just because she was a loser. But Hong Ji-soo couldn't refuse her mother. How could she, who usually treated her so poorly, cling to her like this?




So, Hong Ji-soo left for California, where it is summer all year round, at the age of seventeen.











Jisoo, Jisoo, Jisoo. Kang-i-ri swallowed her tears. The sobs that had risen to the very tip of her throat made it difficult to breathe. The sight of her parents weeping bitterly, looking at the bright red foreclosure notice stuck on their house, made her even more heartbroken. But Kang-i-ri, being a proud daughter, could not cry.



My parents said they were going down to my mother's house in Ulsan. And I stayed in Seoul to wait, hoping that Hong Ji-soo would come visit me like she did eight years ago. I was too busy studying. I became a recognized person at university, and later at work. I thought that if I became recognized, even if Hong Ji-soo didn't come to see me, I would hear from her. Yes, selfish as it may be, if I had known she would leave like this, I shouldn't have bothered that fifteen-year-old Hong Ji-soo. She was the first child to whom I shared the love I received and grew up. I didn't hide anything from her, but she hid a lot from me. That hurt sometimes, but seeing her always getting hurt somewhere, I just figured it was just that way.





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Is this far?
This is a post that has been rotten in my photo archive for over 2 months.