Love Song
by leehyejun
Shin Hye sat with Geun Suk, watching him as he wrote his song. Dissatisfied with his progress, he crumpled the paper with a groan. That was already the fourth revision of the lyrics he had tried to write so far; and somehow, it just didn`t work. He leaned heavily on the chair, and sighed.
“What`s wrong, Oppa?” Shin Hye asked, picking the crumpled piece of paper up from the desk, unfolding it. “What`s wrong with it this time?”
Geun Suk shook his head in reply. “It`s turning into an actual love song,” He said. “And it`s not even supposed to be that way!”
“This is alright,” Shin Hye said, as she finished reading, placing it on the table and ironing it with her hands. “Some girls like listening to love songs, you know.” She winked.
“Aish.” He exclaimed in disagreement. “I`m a guy, for heaven`s sake! Besides, I prefer writing about an unrequited love song over an actual one.”
“Omo!” she cried. “You`re still thinking about her!”
Geun Suk said nothing, choosing instead to focus his attention on another sheet of paper, which he began attacking with his pen.
“You`re still in love with her.”
His hand froze in the middle of a stroke. Shin Hye`s words startled and cut him; but he tried to mask it, saying, “I don`t know what you`re talking about – Ya!” Geun Suk exclaimed as Shin Hye slammed her hand on the desk. “What is wrong with you!”
“I know you still like that girl, Oppa – don`t deny it!” she said. “The way you talked about her, the way your eyes lit up when you did. I may not know this girl. I may not know if she`s right for you or not. But think about it. Why do you think you almost ended up writing a love song? You`re in love with her! You just won`t admit it!”
Folding the sheet of paper, Geun Suk stood up and looked at her straight in the eye. “I don`t love her,” he said, coldly. “Not like I used to anyway.”
DANG! In Geun Suk`s mind he knows it`s a lie. Yes, he still loves her, that girl. He loves her more. But the public`s point of view might change, so what`s the point in admitting it now.
“Like I`m going to believe that,” Shin Hye muttered, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
Geun Suk smiled as he stuffed his things into his backpack. Shin Hye could easily see right through me, he thought.
“Look, Oppa. Everybody falls in love. But the world`s not a perfect place. There are times when we will get hurt. But they say that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have fallen in love at all. You`ve heard of that, right?”
He rolled his eyes at what she Shin Hye said. He noticed they were near the gate.
“Oh.” He replied. “I`ve heard it so many times my ears have started to bleed.” He thought about what she said for a moment, before halting in his tracks. “It wasn`t really wrong to fall for her. I liked the fact that I love her. It`s just that, she might not be able to return my feelings.”
Shin Hye smiled wistfully and said, “It`s not going to be easy, though. But I admire you for taking the risk to fall in love with her even if she may or may not be able to return your feelings. Sometimes, I imagine that life is like a song: there are high and low notes. Things will turn around. I`m sure of it.”
“Oh, je saeng gag-en.” He told her bitterly. Looking up, he saw Hye Jun, Shin Hye`s friend, standing by the gate.
“Shin Hye Unni!” Hye Jun yelled.
“Hye Jun-a. Yeogisseo? How long have you been here?” Shin Hye asked.
“Not long, Unni. Oppa, annyeong.”
“Hye Jun-a.” Geun Suk heaved a sigh. “Thanks for everything, Shin Hye. For listening to my stories about her.”
Shin Hye chuckled, “Can`t you just tell me her name? Is she a celebrity? A close friend, perhaps?” she said, to which Geun Suk replied with a smile.
Opening her bag, she reached in, pulling from within it a box with a red ribbon. “I went to the mall yesterday,” she said, “A chocolate store had just opened. I know you`re crazy about them. Here, it`s a gift.” She handed Geun Suk the box.
He smiled, taking it.
“You like chocolates, too, you know,” he told her.
And, before he knew it, she had leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“What was that for?” He asked, quite taken aback.
“For luck on your song and on finding the right girl. See you tomorrow, Oppa.” She said as they left. He watched as they went out the gate.
She was right when she said that it would not be easy, for I know that girl may not be able to return my feelings. That girl had always listened to my songs. She had laughed with me, cried with me. We had been there for each other, at times, wiping each others tears. And when I fell in love, she was there, watching and guiding me.
And even though it may be hard for her to be mine, I was happy, practically walking on air, thinking about that sweet, innocent kiss and the box of chocolates she had given me.