The noise started irritating me so I left the crowd. I browsed insta and saw hummingbird's latest art.

I've always liked this artist. somehow, I felt very connected with him.

It was a picture of a girl inside a black bubble with doves around her. I don't really understand much but every pieces of hummingbird has been sad and lonely. it's as if, he's telling the world of his pain. As if saying he's lonely and alone.

my phone rung while I was looking at his work. an unfamiliar number.

I was going to reject it but I took it anyway. just in case.

"hello?"

"hmm. . ."

"hmm. . ."

it was a sound of breathing.

I looked at the phone. is it a perverted fan again.

sun oh ya

my ears tingle in the familiarity

jojo?

sun oh ya

it's her. I closed my eyes, the familiar feeling in my chest rose back.

"what do you want?"

"sun oh ya"

"sun oh ya"

I missed having her call my name. the sound was very pleasing, it was like she's longing for me.

"saranghe"

my mind went blank when I heard it. I felt my heart beat rapidly at the word.

what?

"what did you say?"

"hey?"

I look at the phone and the call is already dead.

I tried calling the phone again but she won't answer at all.

I called again

and again

and again.

until the phone connected.

"jojo?"

"miss, miss, are you okay?"

I heard someone say. the sound of another guy answering her phone made me pissed off

"what's going on?"

"Jojo??"

"uhh sir?"

"who are you? why do you have her phone?"

"sir?"

"the owner is really drunk right now, are you family?"

"where is she?"

I took my coat and car key immediately and went to where she is.

I saw her near the bartender chugging the bottle of alcohol.

I sighed as I walk toward her. she's dead drunk.

I took the bottle from her and she pouted at the loss.

"yah!!"

she yelled at my direction, pouting like a child.

"wae??!!"

I glared at her while looking at me with that drunken look on her eyes.

I'm mad as hell.

her confession is made on a drunken call.

"ohh. . ."

"sun oh ya."

she smile at my direction and spread her arms as if wanting to be hugged like a little child

"thank you for telling me."

I glance at the bartender for a moment before focusing to her.

"ah yes, this is her phone and bag. I'll leave you two alone."

I nodded and sit beside Jojo.

"what is going on with you?"

she smiled at me and held both my cheeks.

"you're warm."

"of course I am."

"I like that you're warm."

"do you even know what you're saying."

"saranghe sun oh ya."

I could feel my heart beat.

I could hear it rapidly beating.

"why did you dump me then?"

"because I love you."

"I love you so much!!"

she pressed her lips on mine and leaned on me.

"domu domu no saranghe, hwang sun oh."

that was her last words before falling asleep in my arms.

"dadu."

"saranghe, Jojo."

I lift her up and took her things with me before heading to my car. I thought about where I should take her.

. . .

I laid her down in bed and took off her shoes and coat. I tuck her in and caress her cheeks.

"let's talk tomorrow."

I was about to leave when she held my hand.

"hmm?"

I sat next to her as she gaze on my eyes.

"sun oh ya."

"hmm?"

"saranghe."

I smiled.

"domu domu no saranghe."

"say that tomorrow too."

I caress her cheeks as she gaze into my eyes with her drunken eyes.

she smiled and held my cheek.

I leaned in to her lips to peck her but she leaned in as well. I felt the warmth of her lips. she must have heard my heartbeat. It continues to beat rapidly. I circled my hand on her neck as she put her arms around mine.

the good night kiss I was supposed to give her became more as both of us refuse to leave each other.

I removed the blanket and put myself on top of her as our kiss get heated. my hands went to her waist as her hand went to my buttons, trying to remove it.

my hand caress her waist as our kiss get deeper and deeper. her fingers fumble on my buttons as I upzip her dress. I removed her dress in one pull. I smirk at her attempt to take it off. I ripped my polo off. her hands travelled to my chest caressing it as mine travelled to her back, caressing it everywhere.

"sun oh."

her voice came out as a moan. her sweet moan made me growl in response.

"Jojo."

my kiss travelled to her neck as she release a low moan.

"Jojo."

our eyes connected. my hand cupped her face as I caress it lightly.

"saranghe."

her eyes filled with lust I've never seen before. my lips connected with her again. our tongue battle with each other, her hand pulled me down to her as my hands unclasp her bra and pulled it away.

she relased a low moan inside my mouth as my hand pinched her nipple. I released a low growl as her hands travelled down to my pants and try to unbutton my pants.

I released a smirk on her lips as her hands fail to take it off. I helped her fumbling hand with my pants and pulled it down myself.

as our tongues danced inside each other, my hand went to her leg and scratching it up and down. she continues to release a low moans inside me as my hand go inside her panty and slide it inside.

a loud moan escaped her lips as her disconnected her lips with mine.

my lips travelled down her breast and gave it a deep suck. as my hand continues to scratch her legs up and down. I peak at her expression as I suck her breast like a baby.

her hands gripped my hair as I give her continued pleasure.

"sun oh."

I rip off her panty and take my boxers off.

I cupped her face with my hands and smiled at her.

"I will never let you go again, Jojo."

I pushed inside her deeply, I saw the blood as I push deeply inside her. I shut my eyes as I see the pain in her distorted face as I push inside her.

I pulled her into a kiss as I slow down in pushing inside her. I want her to enjoy this. Her first time with me, I want it to be special.

"saranghe Jojo."

I whispered to her as I caress her head.

after a few, her cries begin turns into moans. I pushed into her deeply, harder and faster. I could hear her moan, the sweat drips on our bodies. connecting us completely.

I groaned as I feel my zenith.

I went deeper, faster and harder, more and more.

"sun oh. . ."

"sun oh. . ."

"sun oh. . "

I released inside her as both of us released a loud moan. I slumped over her, putting my weight on her. I rolled beside her, taking her body into a spoon.

"Saranghe Jojo."

"Saranghe sun oh"

I kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly.

. . . .

I smile at his sleeping face. laid beside me with his arms around me.

"saranghe sun oh."

I whispered in a very low voice.

I pecked his lips and slowly removed his hand on me to start getting dressed.

when I finished, I gaze on him very sadly.

'mianhe, sun oh'

I took off without looking back.

the memmory of our love, our time will forever remain in my heart.

. . . . .

I smiled at the breeze that touches my skin. I smile at the coos of the birds that flies in the sky. The whispers of the waves that touches the land.

If only it could be always like this.

"mommy!!"  

and there it is, the star that lit my life. Someone that I would protect, love and cherish for the rest of my life.

"brother is fighting with brother spencer."

I run bare foot at the sand, each step weighing me down, the hem of my skirt dusted with the sand.

my breathing hitched as I see at my son and spencer being held back by their uncles. their lips were bleeding an swollen while their eyes dark and glaring at each other. my son's fist still balled up. he's still shaking in anger as Runo hold him firmly.

"what happened?"

"Jojo?"

"how did this happen?"

"uhh. the thing is. . ."

I faced my child who doesn't seem to know that I am here. I smiled at him and hold his fisted small hands.

"what's wrong?"

"mommy?"

"hmm?"

"what's wrong?"

He suddenly cried, slumped in the ground while crying loudly. My heart broke at the sight. I've never seen my son this heart broken. I held my hands out and hug him. I let him feel that I am not angry but concerned.

he keeps on crying while I caress his hair.

"sshhh"

I hummed to him, the same song my mother sing to me, hoping that this song will calm him down. His breathing slowly become normal. I released him from my hug, his eyes were puff red, I caress his cheeks and smiled. 

"will my brave knight tell me what happened?"

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"I really didn't, eomma!"

"I know, I know. I just want to know why my very brave knight fight with a friend. Will you please tell eomma?"

"He. . . . He. . . ."

"WAAAHHHH!"

We all turned to my daughter who now started crying as well. She sat on the ground and cry continuously.

"It's my fault mommy! It's all my fault!!"

I looked at the others and then come to my daughter to calm her down.

"Baby, what's wrong? what happened?"

"I was drawing here, when brother Spencer came to me. . . . ."

she sniffed as she told us what happened. Apparently, Spencer came to her while she was drawing then laughed at her drawings. While she was trying to get her drawings back, Spencer accidentally pushed her to the ground. My son saw him pushing her so he pushed him to the ground and the fight started.

"SPENCER! Come here now!"

The young boy shivered in fear at the voice of his father. He glared at the boy while he hide more to his uncle's back. 

"take it easy. He's still just a child."

"No, he has to learn his mistake."

I agreed with him but this is not the right way. 

"Spencer, will you please speak with me?"

He slowly moved toward me while looking at the ground. 

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

"I'm not really angry, I'm sad. Looking at both of you with bruises makes me really sad. I really don't like seeing you or my son or my daughter to be in pain and right now, that bruises must be really painful, is it not?"

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to play."

"I know, I believe you but look, both of you are in pain and it makes me really sad."

The two boys looks at each other, both looking very guilty. They said sorry to each other and give each other a hug while spencer also apologized to my beloved.

"Can you draw me next time?"

"Okay. I will draw you and my brother."

After cleaning and tending to their wounds, the children went away together with a smile, leaving us adults looking at them.

"look at that. They were bawling their eyes out just minutes ago, now they look like best friends."

"Aren't you happy that it's resolved?"

"I'm sorry for what my son did. He's a bit. . ."

"Hey, it's okay. It's hard to be single parent, I know that."

"Are you really going to return to Korea?"

"It's our home and It's been years, I don't want to run anymore."

"what about them? will you tell them anything?"

"I don't really want too but let's see."

"Hey, if you need anything, call us, Okay?"

"Okay."

I walk back to the shore where I left my things. the painting of the bubble that floated in the sea looks even better when you view it from afar. My last piece of Bubble Collection. Inside the bubble are floating bubbles shaped in hearts while the bubble floats in the sea like it's being washed away. 

It reminded me of Love Alarm. I hear it is still a thing back there. I have to no reason to use it anymore though. 

"Mommy!!"

I smile at the running children toward me. They both stretched their hands as I decide to carry my Miracle first while my dawn hug my legs.

"me too, mommy. Me too!"

I smile at my cute gifts as I lay the other down and carry my son.

"look, do you like it?"

"Akira, Sachi?"

"umm!"

Both of them replied as we look at the new painting that I just made earlier. 

"Are you excited to come home?"

"home?"

"Yes, we're coming back to where mama was born."

"Really? Really? I'm going to see where mama was born?"

"Of course! do you want too?"

"YES!"

I lay him down as well as we three sit down and gaze at the painting. both of them hugged me from each side, clinging to me tightly. I smile as I tightly hold them both as well. The happiness and hope both has given me is the best gift I ever received. 

I want to do everything to give them the same amount of hope and happiness they give me. I'm not sure if coming back is a good decision but I don't want to run away anymore. I want to give them a home. A place to call their own. I want them to know where they belong and if in the future they want to know who He is? Who their father is, then I will tell them. The person that made me the happiest person, with or without his presence. 

'Sun oh.'

I kissed both of them in the cheeks and laid with them on the sand. Our bodies, tightly hugging each other. 

"I love both of you the best!!"

"I love you most in the world!!"

"I also love mommy most in the world!!"

"Me too! Me too!! Mommy is the best mommy in the world!!"

. . . . . . . . . 

These beautiful trees still amazes me till now. I was born here, I grew up here till that day but I've never truly seen the beauty of my own home.

I love how the petals shower the hearth when the wind blows.

It feels like the trees are dancing with the hum of the wind.

I sip on my tea, a drink I've become fond of, probably for staying with them.

"thank you for letting us stay here till the gallery."

"don't mention it. We're family now."

I smile at her response. Even though she and him are separated, they manage to make do with it and still make their child plenty happy.

'how I wish I could have the same ending.'

My children were smiling ear to ear while playing with their new friend. How I wish this happiness last.

"so the opening will be next week?"

"yes, but the kids will be staying here till our home is ready."

"well at least my Mica will have someone to play with. "

"thank you again for letting us stay. you also have to take care of the twins next week."

"don't sweat it."

. . .

It's my favorite past time to watch my babies sleep. The way they would hug each other in sleep has become a habit since they were born.

"safe dreaming, my loves!"

. . . . .

Seoul.

I can't really say I'm glad to be back but I must admit I missed this scenery. I missed the busy looks on people. My heart pounded when I heard the sound of Joalarm. My head turned to the direction and saw a couple smiling happily.

A flashback of my own happiness flash through my mind as the images of the surroundings change to the time I am most happiest. The images of myself hand in hand with him, walking on a path where I am not alone. The smile and the happiness that radiates around us, like a bubble. That is the moment I missed the most. 

I continue to walk as I reminisce the past that I have with him. 

A tear escape my eye when I saw a poster of him. His eyes that smile when he smiles used to make me smile all the time before, now it is just a piece of the happiness I let go.

'I miss you so much, Hwang Sun Oh.'

. . . . . . . 

"Okay, we're done."

"Good job today."

I only smiled a bit before going back to my dressing room where yook ji was waiting for me with a water bottle. 

"Great job today."

I smiled at her as I went to the cubicle where I change to another set. After, both of us decide to hang out to our usual cafe where we wait for hyung to come.

Someone familiar walk past the cafe. My heart skipped a beat, just like it always does when I am around her. I ran after her, the voice that calls my name fades away as I rush where she was heading. 

I followed her from afar, afraid of ringing her alarm as mine stays silent.

Her hair is longer now. scattered as the wind blows lightly on it. 

She's still very pretty, now with a more serene and elegant feel as she walks past by the people that sometimes turn to her direction. 

Her eyes have different feel now. Before I used to see cheerfulness and warmth in it, now I see different. Something sad, melancholic but there is firmness and the same warmth. 

The warmth that melted my pain. 

I clutched my chest as she walks toward a guy I have never seen before. She smile at him. The smile that I fell in love with. The smile that used to belong to me. 

I hit my chest as I feel the enormous pain that seep through it. She now has someone else. A person to smile for, a person to laugh with, a person to kiss and hold hands with. Someone that is not me. 

I glared at them. 

'why?'

'why do I still . . . . .'

"Oppa?!"

the image of her with him, walking further from me got blocked at yook ji looks at me with her worried look.

"Oppa! Are you okay?"

I hugged her, my eyes followed her direction but they were no longer there. I hugged her tighter as I breathe hoping that the pain disappear. 

She hugged me back, patting my back to comfort me. 

'I'm sorry.'

'I'm really sorry.'

. . . . . . .

He continued discussing the coming event to me as we wait for our meal. He kept on saying things on how this will change the tides of art. I am more than happy to listen to him as he discuss business. It will keep my mind off him even with the big stand of him near us. 

'He's really successful now. I could see him everywhere.'

"So, are you not planning to use the app?"

"What?"

"JoAlarm."

"It's not like I need it."

"Well, not exactly but it is quite the trend here."

"I don't think it will be necessary, plus if my children find out about it, they will be murdering everyone that rings mine."

"Hahahaha, they are really possessive of you."

"I wonder where they got that?"

"Don't!"

"Everyone is curious, who their father is."

"Not yet."

"well, as long as you know that you will have to say something sooner or later to the kids, I won't press anything."

"Thank you, sunbae."

. . . . . . . . .

"We manage to invite few high positioned people, especially since your New York exhibition was successful, a lot of people were curious to see your next pieces, even buy them."

"Few of your previous buyers from your New York collection even called us and has informed us that they too will be attending."

"So don't worry because I believe in your works. The moment I saw those pieces, I know, this is will be as successful as your New York or maybe even more successful than that was."

"Thank you sunbae."

I breathe one last time as the door opens and sunbae went out first. I could hear all the shutters and see reporters trying to close in as the guards hold them down.

'It's time.'

I opened the door again as Sunbae held out his hand with a smile in my direction. I took it out of courtesy. My sight adjusted with the light of the sun and the cameras that keep on shuttering in our direction. 

He guided me inside Cassiopeia while both of us smile at every camera we see along the way. I smile here and there and sometimes even wave. 

"You're a natural at this."

He whispered in my ear as we walk.

"Shut it."

. . . . . . . . 

Bored. 

I'm already used to events like this but even so, I can't help but to feel bored. 

'I should leave after the speech.'

"Oppa?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing. Should we leave after the speech?"

"Is that okay?"

"Umm." 

"We've already greeted the guests and took pictures. He doesn't need us anymore after the speech. We can make excuse then leave."

"Let's stay a bit more longer so that they won't make any fuss about it."

I only smile at her and drink from my glass. 

Yook ju understand me the best. She understands my situation and helps me with it. I'm thankful to her and yet even so, my alarm never rings her. 

I sigh at my wandering thoughts as I remember the only time my alarm ring. 

'Is it so hard for you to move on already?'

. . . . . 

"Oppa, the Cassiopeia Gallery is opening today. Should we visit it first?"

"Cassiopeia?"

Cassiopeia gallery. The news about it went out for more than 3 months. The buzz about it was so loud. The supposed artist is coming for her opening so a lot of people were invited to come. We're supposed to come too but father's campaign was prioritized. 

"I guess, since we have time."

I take a U-turn and head to the said gallery. 

I'm not entirely a fan of it but I did see some of the paintings. It was amazing. I could feel the varied emotions it carry. 

I'm not exactly artistic and I don't really understand art but after seeing one piece, I could tell the burst of emotions that spring in the painting. 

. . . . . . .

The gallery was already packed when we arrive. I smile at few photographers as we head inside. The inside is even more amazing. It's like we're floating in the clouds. 

"Oppa, I didn't know the artist also do potteries?"

As if in a trance, I stare at the vase, flowery and leafy. I was reminded of my memory in Jeju with her. As we walk in the trees in bloom, as the petals breeze through us. 

Her laughter.

Her smile. 

I smile as my eyes continue to wander around the vase. 

"Sarang."

"oh, the name of the vase is Sarang. Wow. She must be in love."

Without bothering to answer her, my eyes continue to wander around. 

The pieces of my memories with her, slowly come to light as I look at the pieces of paintings in the center. 

"Wow. She's really amazing."

"Umm."

My hand reach out to the collection of paintings in front of me, as if it called me. There is something in it. As if, it is made for me. 

"Oppa?"

"Oppa?"

I turn to Yook Ju who is smiling from ear to ear. 

"It's enchanting, isn't it?"

"Don't worry. A lot of others also find it enchanting. They feel like they're being pulled, like a love potion that lures you and make you in love with it."

"I was like that too. I actually still am"

My head turn to the other direction as a man smile as I return from looking at the painting. 

"Can you guess what it's called?"

I searched for its name but it was blank.

The artist left it blank but it does have a name. 

"can you guess it's name?"

"Does it have anything to do with love?"

He smile at Yook Ju and nodded.

"You're smart!"

"The vase we saw in the entrance is called Sarang."

"Well, you are nearly correct but this one's name is tula."

"Tula?"

"It's a filipino word for Poem."

"Looks like the artist is back from the interview."

It is that moment that I knew why I can't ring someone else's. 

My heart has always belonged to her. 

The only one who can make it beat and make it stop. 

The one who holds my heart. 

"Jojo."

"Joey."