Mr.Mailman
Title: Mr.Mailman
Genre:Romance,slight angst
Paring:Ryeowook and a secret person *wink* but its not OC
Rating:Pg-13 to PG-15
Summary: Maybe it wasn't nothing. Maybe it was love.
Warning:Un-betaed so please bear with me
Good morning to you. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Seoul’s local postman. 23 years old
I donned on my pale blue uniform as I exited the dingy space I call home. I buttoned-up my shirt as I walked through the building’s grime smeared hallways. It was five in the morning and almost all my neighbor’s were already up and bustling. You have to, to be able to eat three times a day.
“Morning hyung!” Jo Hua, an old friend from school greeted, wearing his custom holey sando and striped boxer shorts, who was watering the plants he insisted on keeping outside his door.
I nodded at his direction and gave him a polite smile before I made my way towards the door.
I stopped at one of the metal-protected glass doors and slung the tattered brown leather bag over my shoulder. It was heavy, as it always is every morning, with the city resident’s letters, most of them from far and remote provinces in Korea.
I took out a random letter and looked at its address. I smiled to myself seeing that it was not far from my neighborhood. I lived in, not necessarily a slum area but one of the poor communities in Seoul. If you came from here people assumed that you were uneducated but they got it wrong. I finished college at the top of my class. I studied as music major for four years, I dreamed to be a singer but not all wishes are carried by shooting stars. Let’s face it. That’s life.
My friends told me that I could still sing in a bar and yet I chose to be a mailman. Until today, that still puzzles them. I’ve never told them but I have this sort of obsession for letters. It amazes me at how much meaning a piece of paper can hold. They contain tears, romance, joy and celebration and secretly, I have always thought of myself as a sort of angelic messenger, delivering letters to all parts of Seoul to lovers, long-lost friends, far away relatives and enemies. At the end of the day, I feel satisfied at remembering the joy that lights up their faces once they receive this rectangular piece of paper. I feel a sort of pride well up in my heart at thinking that I am a factor in healing a friendship, patching up love, bridging a spat and re-connecting families.
I arrived in front of my destination. I walked up the front steps and inserted the letter in the mail slot. I turned around and picked out the next letter I would deliver.
It went like this until 10 a.m. My job was a relatively peaceful one. Not much happens except for the usual resident inviting me for tea.
I grabbed another letter and saw it was to be delivered to an apartment building, just a few blocks from where I was standing. I sighed upon seeing the address but none the less I did my job. Diligently, I went on my way onward to the building, riding in the metal paneled elevator and stopping on the fifth floor. I walked directly towards Room 306, not bothering to look at the door signs because of the intimate knowledge I already possessed of the place.
I stopped in front of a white painted door and hesitantly lifted my hand to knock. As if on cue, glass shattering sounds could already be heard before my knuckles could touch the wood.
“You fucking slut! You’re such a whore! You think you can sleep with just anybody you like!” A deep voice accused in a booming fashion.
“No, Yesung. It wasn’t what you thought it was” I heard a feminine soprano voice whimper that was soon followed by muffled cries.
I shook my head in pity for the woman. I bent down and left the letter on the front step and went my way. Sometimes I pondered on reporting this Yesung person to the police but then there’s the possibility he’ll just deny it and cause the poor girl more pain. In my quiet moments, I imagine her, face mauled, body black and blue with bruises and eyes, I imagined them brown, full of tears that stained the floor with all the pain, confusion and the sadness she felt.
But then, what could I do? I’m just a mailman.
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Good morning. I am Seoul’s local postman. Age 25
It’s been 17 years since I started this job and nothing note worthy has happened yet except today.
I went on my everyday routine which also means visiting the arguing couple. I rode elevator and walked out when it opened on the third floor.
It all happened in a blur. I saw a man standing outside the familiar room, red faced (obviously drunk) , with a sharded bear bottle in one hand. He waved it around and shouted slurred curses which I could barely comprehend. The next thing I saw was a boy with lightly tanned skin, red lips and tear blurred eyes running towards me. I felt the air knocked out of me as his unbelievably lithe form hit me but he didn’t stop there. He pushed along, dragging me with him, until we hit the back of the small elevator.
The door slided to a close behind us and he looked up to face me. I was stunned, not by the realization that the young woman I had been imagining was a man but by how utterly beautiful he was. Though teary, I felt my breath escape when I stared into those big, brown, doe-shaped eyes, much more beautiful than the eyes I had imagined.
I felt my heart beat faster as he peered at me behind a curtain of long feminine lashes. He leaned his weight on one arm causing him to move forward. I could feel that familiar rush of blood as I found him straddling my thighs, our bodies only inches apart.
"Are you all right?" Those pouty red lips opened and I thought I heard the most beautiful voice.
I licked my dry lips and opened my mouth to reply nut my voice seemed to be lost for a moment, instead I nodded quickly in reply, hoping that he doesn't think I'm a total retard.
"That's good" he said, in a weaker voice, as if he's vitality is decreasing by the minute, that’s when I noticed it. There was a trickle of blood flowing from his hairline.
"Oh my god!" I panicked, grasping his arm tightly with my hand " We have to get you to the hospital!"
He smiled at me, though I wasn't sure because it was just a feeble tug of his lips, then he mouthed a thank you before he passed out.
I caught his unconscious form in my arms. The elevator doors opened, I adjusted him so that I was carrying him bridal style, rushing the weightless man to the nearest hospital on foot.
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"Well, Sir. You're vital signs seem okay. All you need is rest then you'll be as good as new. If you encounter any problems, feel free to consult me" The doctor an encouraging smile then walked out of the sterile white hospital room.
"Hey" I called out softly, careful not to startle him "You all right?"
"Yeah" he said, turning his head to look at me "Thanks"
And then he smiled. I felt my heart miss a beat as I saw those full red lips pull over to reveal a set off pearly white teeth.
"Ryeowook" he said, holding out a hand.
I stood up and walked over to his bed. I clasped his warm hand in mine, the electric shock that ran up my arm almost enough to pull me away. I hid my thoughts in my usual gleeful smile and shook his hand.
"Kyuhun"
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Good Evening. My name is Kyuhun, Seoul's local post man,25 and this is so not part of the job description.
I was woken up from my tired slumber by the consistent banging on my apartment's door. I threw myself out of bed, ignoring the ache in my tired muscles and stomped angrily towards the door. Who the hell would be up at 3 o’clock in the morning.
"What the hell?!" I practically screamed as I opened the door, practically throwing it off its hinges.
"Kyuhun" an achingly familiar voice whispered.
My head snapped up in surprised. I was knocked out from my sleepy hazed stupor as I stared at my sweet Ryeowook standing outside in the cold night air with puffy red eyes, dried tear streaks still visible on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He stayed silent and stood their, shivering. Either from the cold night air pr from the pent up emotions inside.
I reached out and took his fragile hand in mine. I drew small circles on his palm in the hopes of calming him down but to my surprise I saw him wince and try to retract his hand. I gripped his wrist gently, as to not hurt him, before he could escape my grasp.
Under the dim and flickering light, I saw a faint pink scar, probably only a few weeks old, run down his palm, giving it the impression of being cut in half.
“Ryeowook” I gasped softly in surprise. I averted my gaze to his teary hazel brown eyes “What happened to you?”
Without hesitation, he flung himself towards me and latched on for dear life. I swayed back but managed to steady our bodies before we could fall.
He buried his face deeply in my chest as one would with a pillow and began sobbing uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around his shaking form and pulled him closer, allowing him to soak my beach faded shirt with his tears.
I frowned deeply while rubbing soothing circles on his back. Who the hell would do this to such a beautiful creature? It was probably that guy he was living with. I scowled. If only I was richer or had a nicer home I would have invited Ryeowook to stay with me. Then we could be together and live our lives happily ever after…..
‘Together?!’ I frowned slightly at my conjured day dream. I never knew I was gay because I’ve never felt any desire towards any man…except Jo Hua but that was the desire to kill.
‘Ryeowook’ I thought, loving how it sounded it my head and anticipated the feel when it rolled of my lips.
My pondering was cut short when I felt his tremors lessen in intensity and his sobs turn into quiet gasps.
“Shhh”I cooed, still rubbing circles on his back “It’s going to be all right.”
“Kyuhun” he whispered breathlessly. I could still hear the traces of grief but there was something needy and very sexy in that sound.
“Yes?” I whispered back quietly. I suddenly felt my mouth go dry.
He stayed silent and unmoving and his eyes showed that his mind was occupied and then ,what seemed like a legnthy moment of stillness in a crystalline gem ,he finally moves.
But it was definitely unexpected.
He took a turn and slammed my body into the hard wooden door. He stepped forward to sandwich me between him and the hard wood that was the cause of the sting in my shoulder blades. I blushed at our closeness. I could literally feel the heat radiate from his body despite his damp clothes but those clothes only served as a way for me to feel every curve, every dip and the outline of his gorgeous body.
He leaned forward in breathed against my ear. His breath blew hot and heavy against the sensitive flesh, sending an unfamiliar creeping sensation up my spine.
“I’m sorry” he whispered sincerely.
“What for?” I asked, my breathing barely even as I sucked in the suddenly humid air that now surrounded us.
He raised his head and looked me in the eyes. There was something defiant and possibly courageous in the way he stared back at me. He let go of my shoulders and brought them to cup my face. Their coldness was a large contrast from the heat of my face but I didn’tnotice. All I noticed was him,leaning closer until only inches separated me from him.
Closer
Only an inch separated us.
Closer
I didn’t know why I wasn’t reacting to any of this. I kept on telling myself that I was too in shock but I knew somewhere in the back of my mind I wanted this.
Closer
He was so close I can smell the peppermint in his breath
Closer
His lips looked soft and supple. They were the first things I noticed when we first met back in the elevator. They were red and still are despite the chill that probably still touched his being.
My eyelids dropped, covering half of my eyes but not enough to block my gaze of Ryeowook. He brushed his lips against mine for a moment. I felt electricity run through my arm. I almost jumped from where I was standing.
But a few seconds ticked by, I wondered why he stopped completely?
He stopped a millimeter away, our lips almost touching. So close and yet still far away.
“I’m sorry” he whispered again.
Then he kissed me. As a kid I’ve always wondered what my first kid would be like. I had always imagined similar to what I read in books. I expected a thousand fireworks exploding or some magical connection or my heart melting but there was nothing. None. No cloud nine floating or a fat, naked baby appearing out of nowhere and singing the love songs of the 80’s. It was rough and bruising. The way he pressed my lips against mine was so painful I felt like pulling away but it felt so good.
It must be the kiss. That oh so intoxicating kiss because I knew I would never have voluntarily walked over to the bed, his form following eagerly behind me or would I have kneeled down in between his legs and sucked him off. It must also been something else that caused me to act that night but as I moaned and groaned in pleasure as he ran his hands all over my overheated body, touching and playing in the right places I realized I didn’t give a damn fuck.
When I woke up the morning after, his form still snugly sleeping in my arms.Our naked limbs entangled together and fitted each other like a puzzle that has once lost its pieces and assembled again ,I reflected about the night before.
Maybe it wasn’t nothing.
Maybe…just maybe
It was love.
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Good Morning to You all, I am Seoul’s local postman. Age 32
After that night, He moved in with me and we were able to attain a decent home thanks to the stupid social security programs that finally did something right. We lived a happy life, our own happily ever after. The days were full of overflowing love and fluff while the nights were filled with flaming passion. Our loud moans lingering with the silent night air.
I loved you so much. I would always catch your eyes shining so brightly that the sun and stars hid themselves in shame. Or how your smile would stretch so widely and beautifully that only made me love you more. I cherished those moments, every moment we were together; because at night, when your asleep and I stare at your angelic face that shines under the moonlight I replay them in my head., Feeding on every kiss, every caress and every touch. I lived my life on those, on you.
That is why every free moment I had, I spent with you because I couldn’t bear not being with you. Even for a moment. I know the little things that may surprise you. I know you loved being caressed behind the ears or how you secretly put extra syrup on your pancakes when you thought my back was turned or how you always cook with a smile on your face, whether you know it or not. I yearned to know your every move and action. Now I can.
Stop crying my love; it only ruins your beautiful face. This is not the end nor is it the beginning. Don’t waste your tears on me. Don’t you know that I’m happy right now? Where I can see you and guard you always. Your crumpled face breaks my heart. Don’t you know I’m hugging you know? You’re in my embrace though you can’t fell it. This way I can always embrace you. I will always be by your side, I’ll still sleep with you at night and cuddle up to you. Now cheer up and quiet those sobs. You know this is a very special letter. That’s why I’m giving it to you.
Love,
Kyuhun
Seoul’s one and only postman
And Kim Ryeowook’s one and only lover.
“Hey Ryeowook” Jo Hua called out. “What’s that?” he asked peering over Ryeowook’s padded shoulder.
Ryeowook folded it carefully despite the thousand creases that had already formed and dry stains where his tears had marred. He stowed it in the safety of his pocket.
Raising a hand to wipe the tears that still streamed down his pixie-like face, he said:
“This was Kyuhun’s last delivery.”
Jo Hua fell silent.
”Uhhh…okay” he said awkwardly. They both stood like that. The air was so dense that you could slice a knife through it.
“We have to scatter the ashes”Jo Hua said, breaking the silence.
“You go ahead” Ryeowook whispered, staring at the empty memorial that bore his lover’s bio but not his body.”I’ll be there in a sec”
Jo Hua nodded in understanding and walked away.
It started to rain.
Genre:Romance,slight angst
Paring:Ryeowook and a secret person *wink* but its not OC
Rating:Pg-13 to PG-15
Summary: Maybe it wasn't nothing. Maybe it was love.
Warning:Un-betaed so please bear with me
Good morning to you. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Seoul’s local postman. 23 years old
I donned on my pale blue uniform as I exited the dingy space I call home. I buttoned-up my shirt as I walked through the building’s grime smeared hallways. It was five in the morning and almost all my neighbor’s were already up and bustling. You have to, to be able to eat three times a day.
“Morning hyung!” Jo Hua, an old friend from school greeted, wearing his custom holey sando and striped boxer shorts, who was watering the plants he insisted on keeping outside his door.
I nodded at his direction and gave him a polite smile before I made my way towards the door.
I stopped at one of the metal-protected glass doors and slung the tattered brown leather bag over my shoulder. It was heavy, as it always is every morning, with the city resident’s letters, most of them from far and remote provinces in Korea.
I took out a random letter and looked at its address. I smiled to myself seeing that it was not far from my neighborhood. I lived in, not necessarily a slum area but one of the poor communities in Seoul. If you came from here people assumed that you were uneducated but they got it wrong. I finished college at the top of my class. I studied as music major for four years, I dreamed to be a singer but not all wishes are carried by shooting stars. Let’s face it. That’s life.
My friends told me that I could still sing in a bar and yet I chose to be a mailman. Until today, that still puzzles them. I’ve never told them but I have this sort of obsession for letters. It amazes me at how much meaning a piece of paper can hold. They contain tears, romance, joy and celebration and secretly, I have always thought of myself as a sort of angelic messenger, delivering letters to all parts of Seoul to lovers, long-lost friends, far away relatives and enemies. At the end of the day, I feel satisfied at remembering the joy that lights up their faces once they receive this rectangular piece of paper. I feel a sort of pride well up in my heart at thinking that I am a factor in healing a friendship, patching up love, bridging a spat and re-connecting families.
I arrived in front of my destination. I walked up the front steps and inserted the letter in the mail slot. I turned around and picked out the next letter I would deliver.
It went like this until 10 a.m. My job was a relatively peaceful one. Not much happens except for the usual resident inviting me for tea.
I grabbed another letter and saw it was to be delivered to an apartment building, just a few blocks from where I was standing. I sighed upon seeing the address but none the less I did my job. Diligently, I went on my way onward to the building, riding in the metal paneled elevator and stopping on the fifth floor. I walked directly towards Room 306, not bothering to look at the door signs because of the intimate knowledge I already possessed of the place.
I stopped in front of a white painted door and hesitantly lifted my hand to knock. As if on cue, glass shattering sounds could already be heard before my knuckles could touch the wood.
“You fucking slut! You’re such a whore! You think you can sleep with just anybody you like!” A deep voice accused in a booming fashion.
“No, Yesung. It wasn’t what you thought it was” I heard a feminine soprano voice whimper that was soon followed by muffled cries.
I shook my head in pity for the woman. I bent down and left the letter on the front step and went my way. Sometimes I pondered on reporting this Yesung person to the police but then there’s the possibility he’ll just deny it and cause the poor girl more pain. In my quiet moments, I imagine her, face mauled, body black and blue with bruises and eyes, I imagined them brown, full of tears that stained the floor with all the pain, confusion and the sadness she felt.
But then, what could I do? I’m just a mailman.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Good morning. I am Seoul’s local postman. Age 25
It’s been 17 years since I started this job and nothing note worthy has happened yet except today.
I went on my everyday routine which also means visiting the arguing couple. I rode elevator and walked out when it opened on the third floor.
It all happened in a blur. I saw a man standing outside the familiar room, red faced (obviously drunk) , with a sharded bear bottle in one hand. He waved it around and shouted slurred curses which I could barely comprehend. The next thing I saw was a boy with lightly tanned skin, red lips and tear blurred eyes running towards me. I felt the air knocked out of me as his unbelievably lithe form hit me but he didn’t stop there. He pushed along, dragging me with him, until we hit the back of the small elevator.
The door slided to a close behind us and he looked up to face me. I was stunned, not by the realization that the young woman I had been imagining was a man but by how utterly beautiful he was. Though teary, I felt my breath escape when I stared into those big, brown, doe-shaped eyes, much more beautiful than the eyes I had imagined.
I felt my heart beat faster as he peered at me behind a curtain of long feminine lashes. He leaned his weight on one arm causing him to move forward. I could feel that familiar rush of blood as I found him straddling my thighs, our bodies only inches apart.
"Are you all right?" Those pouty red lips opened and I thought I heard the most beautiful voice.
I licked my dry lips and opened my mouth to reply nut my voice seemed to be lost for a moment, instead I nodded quickly in reply, hoping that he doesn't think I'm a total retard.
"That's good" he said, in a weaker voice, as if he's vitality is decreasing by the minute, that’s when I noticed it. There was a trickle of blood flowing from his hairline.
"Oh my god!" I panicked, grasping his arm tightly with my hand " We have to get you to the hospital!"
He smiled at me, though I wasn't sure because it was just a feeble tug of his lips, then he mouthed a thank you before he passed out.
I caught his unconscious form in my arms. The elevator doors opened, I adjusted him so that I was carrying him bridal style, rushing the weightless man to the nearest hospital on foot.
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"Well, Sir. You're vital signs seem okay. All you need is rest then you'll be as good as new. If you encounter any problems, feel free to consult me" The doctor an encouraging smile then walked out of the sterile white hospital room.
"Hey" I called out softly, careful not to startle him "You all right?"
"Yeah" he said, turning his head to look at me "Thanks"
And then he smiled. I felt my heart miss a beat as I saw those full red lips pull over to reveal a set off pearly white teeth.
"Ryeowook" he said, holding out a hand.
I stood up and walked over to his bed. I clasped his warm hand in mine, the electric shock that ran up my arm almost enough to pull me away. I hid my thoughts in my usual gleeful smile and shook his hand.
"Kyuhun"
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Good Evening. My name is Kyuhun, Seoul's local post man,25 and this is so not part of the job description.
I was woken up from my tired slumber by the consistent banging on my apartment's door. I threw myself out of bed, ignoring the ache in my tired muscles and stomped angrily towards the door. Who the hell would be up at 3 o’clock in the morning.
"What the hell?!" I practically screamed as I opened the door, practically throwing it off its hinges.
"Kyuhun" an achingly familiar voice whispered.
My head snapped up in surprised. I was knocked out from my sleepy hazed stupor as I stared at my sweet Ryeowook standing outside in the cold night air with puffy red eyes, dried tear streaks still visible on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He stayed silent and stood their, shivering. Either from the cold night air pr from the pent up emotions inside.
I reached out and took his fragile hand in mine. I drew small circles on his palm in the hopes of calming him down but to my surprise I saw him wince and try to retract his hand. I gripped his wrist gently, as to not hurt him, before he could escape my grasp.
Under the dim and flickering light, I saw a faint pink scar, probably only a few weeks old, run down his palm, giving it the impression of being cut in half.
“Ryeowook” I gasped softly in surprise. I averted my gaze to his teary hazel brown eyes “What happened to you?”
Without hesitation, he flung himself towards me and latched on for dear life. I swayed back but managed to steady our bodies before we could fall.
He buried his face deeply in my chest as one would with a pillow and began sobbing uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around his shaking form and pulled him closer, allowing him to soak my beach faded shirt with his tears.
I frowned deeply while rubbing soothing circles on his back. Who the hell would do this to such a beautiful creature? It was probably that guy he was living with. I scowled. If only I was richer or had a nicer home I would have invited Ryeowook to stay with me. Then we could be together and live our lives happily ever after…..
‘Together?!’ I frowned slightly at my conjured day dream. I never knew I was gay because I’ve never felt any desire towards any man…except Jo Hua but that was the desire to kill.
‘Ryeowook’ I thought, loving how it sounded it my head and anticipated the feel when it rolled of my lips.
My pondering was cut short when I felt his tremors lessen in intensity and his sobs turn into quiet gasps.
“Shhh”I cooed, still rubbing circles on his back “It’s going to be all right.”
“Kyuhun” he whispered breathlessly. I could still hear the traces of grief but there was something needy and very sexy in that sound.
“Yes?” I whispered back quietly. I suddenly felt my mouth go dry.
He stayed silent and unmoving and his eyes showed that his mind was occupied and then ,what seemed like a legnthy moment of stillness in a crystalline gem ,he finally moves.
But it was definitely unexpected.
He took a turn and slammed my body into the hard wooden door. He stepped forward to sandwich me between him and the hard wood that was the cause of the sting in my shoulder blades. I blushed at our closeness. I could literally feel the heat radiate from his body despite his damp clothes but those clothes only served as a way for me to feel every curve, every dip and the outline of his gorgeous body.
He leaned forward in breathed against my ear. His breath blew hot and heavy against the sensitive flesh, sending an unfamiliar creeping sensation up my spine.
“I’m sorry” he whispered sincerely.
“What for?” I asked, my breathing barely even as I sucked in the suddenly humid air that now surrounded us.
He raised his head and looked me in the eyes. There was something defiant and possibly courageous in the way he stared back at me. He let go of my shoulders and brought them to cup my face. Their coldness was a large contrast from the heat of my face but I didn’tnotice. All I noticed was him,leaning closer until only inches separated me from him.
Closer
Only an inch separated us.
Closer
I didn’t know why I wasn’t reacting to any of this. I kept on telling myself that I was too in shock but I knew somewhere in the back of my mind I wanted this.
Closer
He was so close I can smell the peppermint in his breath
Closer
His lips looked soft and supple. They were the first things I noticed when we first met back in the elevator. They were red and still are despite the chill that probably still touched his being.
My eyelids dropped, covering half of my eyes but not enough to block my gaze of Ryeowook. He brushed his lips against mine for a moment. I felt electricity run through my arm. I almost jumped from where I was standing.
But a few seconds ticked by, I wondered why he stopped completely?
He stopped a millimeter away, our lips almost touching. So close and yet still far away.
“I’m sorry” he whispered again.
Then he kissed me. As a kid I’ve always wondered what my first kid would be like. I had always imagined similar to what I read in books. I expected a thousand fireworks exploding or some magical connection or my heart melting but there was nothing. None. No cloud nine floating or a fat, naked baby appearing out of nowhere and singing the love songs of the 80’s. It was rough and bruising. The way he pressed my lips against mine was so painful I felt like pulling away but it felt so good.
It must be the kiss. That oh so intoxicating kiss because I knew I would never have voluntarily walked over to the bed, his form following eagerly behind me or would I have kneeled down in between his legs and sucked him off. It must also been something else that caused me to act that night but as I moaned and groaned in pleasure as he ran his hands all over my overheated body, touching and playing in the right places I realized I didn’t give a damn fuck.
When I woke up the morning after, his form still snugly sleeping in my arms.Our naked limbs entangled together and fitted each other like a puzzle that has once lost its pieces and assembled again ,I reflected about the night before.
Maybe it wasn’t nothing.
Maybe…just maybe
It was love.
____________________________________________________________________________________
Good Morning to You all, I am Seoul’s local postman. Age 32
After that night, He moved in with me and we were able to attain a decent home thanks to the stupid social security programs that finally did something right. We lived a happy life, our own happily ever after. The days were full of overflowing love and fluff while the nights were filled with flaming passion. Our loud moans lingering with the silent night air.
I loved you so much. I would always catch your eyes shining so brightly that the sun and stars hid themselves in shame. Or how your smile would stretch so widely and beautifully that only made me love you more. I cherished those moments, every moment we were together; because at night, when your asleep and I stare at your angelic face that shines under the moonlight I replay them in my head., Feeding on every kiss, every caress and every touch. I lived my life on those, on you.
That is why every free moment I had, I spent with you because I couldn’t bear not being with you. Even for a moment. I know the little things that may surprise you. I know you loved being caressed behind the ears or how you secretly put extra syrup on your pancakes when you thought my back was turned or how you always cook with a smile on your face, whether you know it or not. I yearned to know your every move and action. Now I can.
Stop crying my love; it only ruins your beautiful face. This is not the end nor is it the beginning. Don’t waste your tears on me. Don’t you know that I’m happy right now? Where I can see you and guard you always. Your crumpled face breaks my heart. Don’t you know I’m hugging you know? You’re in my embrace though you can’t fell it. This way I can always embrace you. I will always be by your side, I’ll still sleep with you at night and cuddle up to you. Now cheer up and quiet those sobs. You know this is a very special letter. That’s why I’m giving it to you.
Love,
Kyuhun
Seoul’s one and only postman
And Kim Ryeowook’s one and only lover.
“Hey Ryeowook” Jo Hua called out. “What’s that?” he asked peering over Ryeowook’s padded shoulder.
Ryeowook folded it carefully despite the thousand creases that had already formed and dry stains where his tears had marred. He stowed it in the safety of his pocket.
Raising a hand to wipe the tears that still streamed down his pixie-like face, he said:
“This was Kyuhun’s last delivery.”
Jo Hua fell silent.
”Uhhh…okay” he said awkwardly. They both stood like that. The air was so dense that you could slice a knife through it.
“We have to scatter the ashes”Jo Hua said, breaking the silence.
“You go ahead” Ryeowook whispered, staring at the empty memorial that bore his lover’s bio but not his body.”I’ll be there in a sec”
Jo Hua nodded in understanding and walked away.
It started to rain.