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As of Now – Prologue

Ik ben recentelijk begonnen aan een nieuw verhaal. Het was de bedoeling dat het een short story zou worden, maar het lijkt er op dat 'ie langer uit gaat vallen. Omdat er als gevolg een grotere kans bestaat dat hij nooit af zal komen, post ik alvast wat ik tot zo ver heb geschreven.
Also, this means this is just the first draft, so expect some things to change by the time I actually finish it.

As of Now
Prologue

When I opened my eyes she was there, as she always was, gently holding my hand.
"Are you alright?" she asked in that soft, caring voice that was not unlike what I'd imagine an angel to sound like. I didn't answer her. "Did you have a bad dream again?"
I shook my head.
I had though. Of course I had. I'd been having the same dream every night for months now. I was strapped down to a hospital bed, flinging and wailing my arms around; trying to keep two shadowy figures who I assumed must have been doctors away from me. In the end, I never could stop them. And they injected me with something that made me wake up covered in sweat, bolstering a massive headache.
She could probably tell I was lying just by looking at the transpiration on my forehead. Yet she didn't push the issue any further. That was one of the things I liked about her: she knew exactly how my mind worked. She knew that, if she let it go now, I would probably tell her about what happened at breakfast tomorrow while, if she kept nagging me about it right now, I'd probably be inclined not to bring it up again for weeks. It's quite rare to find a woman as clever as her, I thought to myself while she was soothingly rubbing my back, eyes closed and her head resting on my shoulder. Her long, brown hair flowed across my chest like a river.
"I, uh.." I started, hesitantly.
Her lips parted slowly and deliberately: "Shhh."
Her hand made her way from my back to my chest and she softly pushed me into the mattress. Her lips parted again, but this time she didn't make a sound. I kissed her passionately as I ran my hands down her slender body, losing myself within her deep brown eyes.

When I woke up again, she was still there, as she always was. She was standing in the opening connecting the bedroom to the living room of our apartment. Rent in Seoul was no joke, but between her office job and my semi-permanent spot doing the background art for a monthly manga, we got around quite decently. I had always felt embarrassed about not being the primary earner of the household, as Korea, much like many other countries, had an unwritten but zealously enforced social rule that the man of the house should be the one bringing home the money. In fact, there existed such a stigma on it that we've had to lie about my profession several times since we had gotten together. Soo-Min's mother is still under the impression that I'm a lawyer specializing in foreign affairs.
It's easy to tell them something like that, of course. To most Koreans, seeing a white man together with a Korean woman paints a picture almost automatically; something we didn't mind to play in to. I don't think Soo-Min was ever ashamed of me though. In fact she was the one who encouraged me to go on with it when Daewon, one of the biggest manga publishers in Korea, invited me for an interview. I didn't get the job I wanted, which was writing the script for one of their ongoing series, but apparently they saw something in the location sketches I brought with me in order to better pitch the story. Either that, or they were in desperate need of someone who could draw a tree. My own opinion tends to gravitate towards the latter, but Soo-Min has always believed in my ability to properly illustrate any surroundings, so I suppose there might be some truth in the former anyway.
"Hey!"
A slice of cucumber hit me right in the face.
"I won't let you fall back asleep!"
I grunted some indecipherable words as I stretched out my arms high above my head and one of them made an audible popping sound.
"Ugh..I'm getting old," I stated dryly, turning my head and hearing the familiar pops again.
I rested my head in my palm, rubbing the gunk from my eyes.
"Don't be silly," Soo-Min said energetically, and she walked back into the kitchen to finish making breakfast. "It'll be done in like five minutes, so hurry up!" she shouted on her way out.
I was getting old though. I was pushing forty and the unhealthy hours I was living due to my work had added another five years to my appearance. In stark contrast, Soo-Min was only twenty-six, beautiful, and in the prime of her life. I often wondered about what a girl like her could possibly see in a geezer like myself, but found myself scared to dwell on it for too long; afraid the dream might pop if I analyzed it too much. It didn't help that I couldn't list one thing about myself that would be worthwhile to anyone, of course. At least, nothing that didn't have something to do with Soo-Min in one way or another. I was proud that I was doing what I wanted to do with my life, but it was Soo-Min's job that enabled me to; I was proud of my apartment and all the exclusive items I had filled it with, but most of them were presents I got from Soo-Min; I was also proud of"? I just realized I wasn't actually listing anything about myself that I was proud of: just the things I had accomplished. Honestly, I don't think I had anything to be proud of. I was a good boyfriend to Soo-Min, of course, but anyone who had a girlfriend like that would no doubt try their best to keep her and treat her well. Hell, I don't even th"?
"Leon Oppa!"
I should stop thinking so much about the past and start paying some attention to the present, I thought.
"I'm coming!"
I jumped out of bed and threw on my bathrobe. It was a big, fuzzy, black robe with a Star Wars logo on the front and 'Star Wars: The Old Republic' embroided on the back. Yet another item I wouldn't have been able to afford if it weren't for Soo-Min's job.
As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, the smell of curry penetrated my nostrils. How Koreans could start every day with a full hot meal was a mystery to me. I tried bunkering down some spoonfuls of the stuff every now and then, but my stomach always got upset almost instantly, resulting in me generally eating nothing but cereal while Soo-Min had to eat alone.
When I came to the dinner table, I was surprised. My bowl of cereal was already on the table, opposite of where my girlfriend was sitting. She smiled and pointed at the empty chair.
"Go on then, have a seat."
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Hey…aren't you going to try to convince me to eat with you for 20 minutes first?" This is what she usually did. Understandably, of course, since it made her look like some giant glutton, feasting on a full meal while her boyfriend was just sitting there eating milk and cereal.
"Don't have the time today, honey, they need me at the office."
Wait…what day was it? I somehow had the feeling that it was Saturday, but I guess that wouldn't make sense since we'd never be up this early. But if it wasn't Saturday, then.. "Why am I up?" I said out loud.
Soo-Min gave me a puzzled look.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you usually just go to work without waking me? What's special about today?"
"You don't remember?"
She got up, walked around the table, and put her hand on my cheek, caressing it softly.
"It's..kind of scary how you keep forgetting things, love."
I could hear her voice was breaki
ng up.
"Ah, I..uh..I'm sure it's nothing." I said in an obviously uncertain tone, "You know what I'm like: always forgetting things."
She started sobbing beside me. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close.
"Soo-Min." I whispered to her, "I'm alright, don't worry. You don't need to burden yourself on Oppa's account. I just..you know..it's probably the stress."
I wiped her tears with my thumb and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She forced a small smile.

"I'm sorry," she exhaled timidly, "it's only natural for me to worry about you, oppa."
"I should be taking care of you, young lady, not the other way around. I feel fine."
Soo-Min sat back down and started eating her curry.
"But seriously…am I supposed to be doing something today?"

 my eyes she was there, as she always was, gently holding my hand.

"Are you alright?" she asked in that soft, caring voice that was not unlike what I'd imagine an angel to sound like. I didn't answer her. "Did you have a bad dream again?"

I
shook my head.

I had though. Of course I had. I'd been having the same dream every night for months now. I was strapped down to a hospital bed, flinging and wailing my arms around; trying to keep two shadowy figures who I assumed must have been doctors away from me. In the end, I never could stop them. And they injected me with something that made me wake up covered in sweat, bolstering a massive headache.

She could probably tell I was lying just by looking at the transpiration on my forehead. Yet she didn't push the issue any further. That was one of the things I liked about her: she knew exactly how my mind worked. She knew that, if she let it go now, I would probably tell her about what happened at breakfast tomorrow while, if she kept nagging me about it right now, I'd probably be inclined not to bring it up again for weeks. It's quite rare to find a woman as clever as her, I thought to myself while she was soothingly rubbing my back, eyes closed and her head resting on my shoulder. Her long, brown hair flowed across my chest like a river.

"I, uh.." I started, hesitantly.

Her lips parted slowly and deliberately: "Shhh."

Her hand made her way from my back to my chest and she softly pushed me into the mattress. Her lips parted again, but this time she didn't make a sound. I kissed her passionately as I ran my hands down her slender body, losing myself within her deep brown eyes.

 

 

When I woke up again, she was still there, as she always was. She was standing in the opening connecting the bedroom to the living room of our apartment. Rent in Seoul was no joke, but between her office job and my semi-permanent spot doing the background art for a monthly manga, we got around quite decently. I had always felt embarrassed about not being the primary earner of the household, as Korea, much like many other countries, had an unwritten but zealously enforced social rule that the man of the house should be the one bringing home the money. In fact, there existed such a stigma on it that we've had to lie about my profession several times since we had gotten together. Soo-In's mother is still under the impression that I'm a lawyer specializing in foreign affairs.

It's easy to tell them something like that, of course. To most Koreans, seeing a white man together with a Korean woman paints a picture almost automatically; something we didn't mind to play in to. I don't think Soo-In was ever ashamed of me though. In fact she was the one who encouraged me to go on with it when Daewon, one of the biggest manga publishers in Korea, invited me for an interview. I didn't get the job I wanted, which was writing the script for one of their ongoing series, but apparently they saw something in the location sketches I brought with me in order to better pitch the story. Either that, or they were in desperate need of someone who could draw a tree. My own opinion tends to gravitate towards the latter, but Soo-In has always believed in my ability to properly illustrate any surroundings, so I suppose there might be some truth in the former anyway.

"Hey!"

A slice of cucumber hit me right in the face.

"I won't let you fall back asleep!"

I grunted some indecipherable words as I stretched out my arms high above my head and one of them made an audible popping sound.

"Ugh..I'm getting old," I stated dryly, turning my head and hearing the familiar pops again.

I rested my head in my palm, rubbing the gunk from my eyes.

"Don't be silly," Soo-In said energetically, and she walked back into the kitchen to finish making breakfast. "It'll be done in like five minutes, so hurry up!" she shouted on her way out.

I was getting old though. I was pushing forty and the unhealthy hours I was living due to my work had added another five years to my appearance. In stark contrast, Soo-In was only twenty-six, beautiful, and in the prime of her life. I often wondered about what a girl like her could possibly see in a geezer like myself, but found myself scared to dwell on it for too long; afraid the dream might pop if I analyzed it too much. It didn't help that I couldn't list one thing about myself that would be worthwhile to anyone, of course. At least, nothing that didn't have something to do with Soo-In in one way or another. I was proud that I was doing what I wanted to do with my life, but it was Soo-In's job that enabled me to; I was proud of my apartment and all the exclusive items I had filled it with, but most of them were presents I got from Soo-In; I was also proud of"? I just realized I wasn't actually listing anything about myself that I was proud of: just the things I had accomplished. Honestly, I don't think I had anything to be proud of. I was a good boyfriend to Soo-In, of course, but anyone who had a girlfriend like that would no doubt try their best to keep her and treat her well. Hell, I don't even th"?

"Leon Oppa!"

I should stop thinking so much about the past and start paying some attention to the present, I thought.

"I'm coming!"

I jumped out of bed and threw on my bathrobe. It was a big, fuzzy, black robe with a Star Wars logo on the front and 'Star Wars: The Old Republic' embroided on the back. Yet another item I wouldn't have been able to afford if it weren't for Soo-In's job.

As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, the smell of curry penetrated my nostrils. How Koreans could start every day with a full hot meal was a mystery to me. I tried bunkering down some spoonfuls of the stuff every now and then, but my stomach always got upset almost instantly, resulting in me generally eating nothing but cereal while Soo-In had to eat alone.

When I came to the dinner table, I was surprised. My bowl of cereal was already on the table, opposite of where my girlfriend was sitting. She smiled and pointed at the empty chair.

"Go on then, have a seat."

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Hey…aren't you going to try to convince me to eat with you for 20 minutes first?" This is what she usually did. Understandably, of course, since it made her look like some giant glutton, feasting on a full meal while her boyfriend was just sitting there eating milk and cereal.

"Don't have the time today, honey, they need me at the office."

Wait…what day was it? I somehow had the feeling that it was Saturday, but I guess that wouldn't make sense since we'd never be up this early. But if it wasn't Saturday, then.. "Why am I up?" I said out loud.

Soo-In gave me a puzzled look.
"What do you mean?"

"Don't you usually just go to work without waking me? What's special about today?"

"You don't remember?"

She got up, walked around the table, and put her hand on my cheek, caressing it softly.

"It's..kind of scary how you keep forgetting things, love."

I could hear her voice was breaking up.

"Ah, I..uh..I'm sure it's nothing." I said in an obviously uncertain tone, "You know what I'm like: always forgetting things."

She started sobbing beside me. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close.

"Soo-In." I whispered to her, "I'm alright, don't worry. You don't need to burden yourself on Oppa's account. I just..you know..it's probably the stress."
I wiped her tears with my thumb and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She forced a small smile.

"I'm sorry," she exhaled timidly, "it's only natural for me to worry about you, oppa."

"I
should be taking care of you, young lady, not the other way around. I feel fine."

Soo-In sat back down and started eating her curry.

"But seriously…am I supposed to be doing something today?"

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