STUBBORN HEARTS<3 (complete)

Another Set Of Explanations

One week.

It’s been a week but still here I am, all locked up in my room, sulking. I haven’t even bothered to

ask dad to tell me EVERYTHING. I’m really not in the mood to sit and listen. I mean, who

would be in the mood after hearing Jiyong say, “I don’t want to see her” when I came to visit

him in his suite in the hospital?

I was hurt of course, hella hurt. Actually, “hurt” would be an understatement/ but I’m not in the

mood to find a deeper and appropriate word for how it felt either. Seohyun shouted at Jiyong for

what he said. But he just ignored her and repeated what he said in that irritatingly dead voice of

his.

Of course what happened became a well-publicized “event” on TV, newspapers, radios and

everywhere you go. So you see, I’m much, much more popular now. Uncle and Heechul

survived, put into jail while Sang Won, Wooyoung and some others didn’t. Impossible as it may

seem, but the government was able to keep the content of the NGM a secret, they kind of made a

deal with Dad but I didn’t ask. I’m not really interested. What matters is that the NGM has been

pulled out of my body already. I’m already safe, right? Also, Jiyong’s real identity was kept

hidden. So, he’s pretty safe, too, I think. Unless, of course uncle and Heechul sing him out. But I

doubt they will.

I heard the door opened. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend to be asleep.

“Dara?” I heard Dad’s voice called. “I know you’re awake”

I sighed and opened my eyes. “I want to be alone, Dad”

“It’s been over a week, dear” he patiently said. “You can’t lock yourself up and cry forever”

I grimaced. Okay, so I left out the fact that aside from locking myself up, I’ve also been crying

my freaking eyes out. I’m not proud of it. I mean, who would be proud of crying over a stupid

pest like Kwon Jiyong?

Aish! I angrily brushed the tears that fell. Remembering him really brings me hardcore pain!

Stupid me! The thing is, I can’t get him off my mind. So yeah, that explains all the crying.

“I don’t want to talk about him” I said, voice breaking. Darn!

“It helps to lessen the burden if you talk it out” he said.

I didn’t answer. I heard him sighed.

“Okay, let’s talk about something else. I know I owe you an explanation”

I pushed myself in a sitting position. “Yes, you do”

He smiled. “I know you’re wondering why I haven’t destroyed it before. I wanted to keep it not

because I want what’s it can do and what it contained. I wanted to keep it because it was your

mother’s brainchild”

“But why did you put it on me? On my leg?”

“It sounds lame but back then, my only reason was, it’s because you’re her daughter. I wanted