Chapter 39: Confess and Kiss

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Fahami's POV:

I patted him a few times, "I am here. If you ever need me for anything, I am always ready to help."

I broke the embrace and smiled at him, squeezing his hand gently, "Everything will be alright."

"There you are. Are you guys okay?" Haewon asked and approached us.

I smiled at him, "Yeah, we are fine."

Haewon awkwardly looked at Hyunsu, then looked at me and raised a brow. I shook my head to assure him, everything was fine. He nodded and held Hyunsu.

"Let's go buddy, your mother is sick worried."

Hyunsu looked at me, I smiled at him, "You should go now."

He reluctantly agreed.

I was just going to get back, but suddenly I noticed a Teddy on the road. It seemed like someone threw it. Weird people! If they didn't need it, they could give to some charity. I hesitated to pick it up. What if its owner was nearby!

I waited for another five minutes but no one came back. They couldn't lose this much huge teddy, right? Someone dumped it here.

I sighed and picked it up. I would donate this one to an orphanage.

After reaching to the restaurant, I couldn't find Taesung. Where was he? He said, he would wait for me. It was not like Taesung. He wouldn't do something irresponsible. Maybe he was nearby. So I called him. His phone kept ringing, but he didn't receive my call. Alright, it was definitely unusual.

' Should I wait? Or should I go?'

I glanced at my wristwatch and decided to wait.

I was thinking about Hyunsu while I was waiting. Poor Hyunsu. Parents separation was definitely the hardest thing for a child. My parents didn't separate but after Nabil's death, they used to fight all the times. They blamed each other for everything. I spent many sleepless nights just hearing their screams, shattering sounds. All I did was just crying and praying that they would stop. Parents didn't know how much their fights effect on a child. Didn't matter, if the child was grown up or a little kid. It still effected. I felt sad for Hyunsu. I hoped, he would overcome this situation. I wished Taesung would open up to me about his family. It had been long since he talked about his abusive father. It seemed like his mother was a touchy subject. I didn't initiate any conversation about his family. I waited for him to tell me about it. Damn that tight-lipped boy!

I glanced at my wristwatch again. It had been more than ten minutes. Why wasn't he coming? Or did he already go back to home? Aish! Where was I going to find him? Taesung didn't have many friends. He told me he got along with one of his co-worker. I knew about him. What was his name again? Junho, yeah right. Was he with him? But Taesung wasn't an irresponsible person. He knew I would come here.

' He went back to home. Otherwise, he would be here by now.'

Then I decided heading home. I was going to pull his ears as soon as I see him. That stupid monkey! He could have texted me that he went back.

I huffed and marched forward.

' He is going to pay.'

After reaching home, I turned on the light and called Taesung.

I didn't get any response.

So I again called, "Taesung?"

No response. What the hell? I thought he would be in home. Where did he go? He wasn't at the restaurant, not at home. Was he really hanging out with his friend?

' I should call him.'

I called him but he wasn't receiving. I called again. He didn't receive. I kept calling him. But there wasn't any response. Now I got worried. No, sick worried. What if something happened to him! Did he engage in any fight? Well, he knew how to fight, so I hoped he was okay even if he fought. But, what if he had an accident? Or worse, what if he was kidnapped.

It had been an hour. A full hour! He still didn't return. Oh, God! Oh, God, I was panicking. My head started throbbing painfully. I held my head, and I was pacing around the room.

I again called him, ' Come on, Taesung, pick up the phone. Where are you?'

My lips and throat felt dry. What if he? What if he did the same thing as Nabil? No, no, it couldn't be. He was happy even this morning. He hugged me and smilingly said 'good-bye'.

I started crying. ' Oh, God! Please. Please, don't take him away.'

Right then, someone opened the door. I looked back and saw Taesung standing on the threshold. Relieve flowed in my every vain and I felt my heart calming down. It didn't stay like that for long. Because, next moment I felt rage flowing in my veins and all I could see was red.

How dared he! That stupid monkey, old, bad, irritating grizzly bear, annoying, irresponsible tiger, stupid, stupid, stupid brat!

Didn't he know I would be sick worried? I called him for a hundred times. I marched forward and going to pull his ears.

But there was something in his eyes that was forbidding me to hurt him. Red, puffy eyes and nose, tear soaking cheeks. I could see the faint line of dry tears. He cried? Why did he cry? His hair looked like a bird nest as if someone pulled them again and again. Something happened, something very, very bad.

"Taesung?"

And when he looked into my eyes, I froze. I saw defeat in his eyes. He looked defeated, exhausted and disappointed.

He slowly took his steps and stood a few inches away from me. I could feel his hot breath fanning my face.

Then he cupped my face in such loving way, I couldn't describe. He eyes roamed my face as if he didn't see me in ages. Something was definitely wrong!

Before I could ask him, ' What's wrong?' he suddenly asked me, "Do you love him?"

What? Love him? Whom? What was he talking about?

"What?" I asked, completely dumbfounded.

It seemed he didn't notice my amazement.

"Does he care about you more than I do?" His voice was trembling. I smelled alcohol in his breath. He was drunk! Why?

Then he removed one hand from my face and placed it lightly over my left breast, right above my heart. I couldn't flinch, couldn't move, couldn't protest, couldn't utter a single word.

His eyes got teary. "Does he live here? Does he own your heart?"

I still didn't know what he was talking about. When I didn't reply, he asked me, "Tell me Noona. Do you love him?"

What could I answer?

"Noona, he can't love you like I do. No one can." Tears rolled down his cheeks, "No one will ever love you like me. No one will understand you like me."

"Taesung." I didn't know what else to say. My brain stopped working. It couldn't analyze what this boy was talking about.

His eyes shined when I said his name. He started coming closer, closer and closer until our nose touched, and we inhaled each other's breath. Just then he said softly, "I love you."