Picture of You [Jaeyong, Yusol] #JustWriteIt

Ars-en-Re

Paris, France.

Pretending is not easy. At least for Hansol.

Hansol finds it hard pretending in front of Sa-chan, pretending he can see Yoonoh, talking to Yoonoh – although it's really hard because he doesn't know what's exactly Yoonoh said because Yoonoh is only Sa-chan's hallucination, not real, only happens inside of Sa-chan's head.

Hansol still remembers vividly how Sa-chan reacted that day, when Hansol told him that Yoonoh is not real, just a product of his imagination.

"ARE YOU TELLING ME YOONOH HAS DIED?"

"YOONOH IS HERE! HOW CAN'T YOU SEE HIM?!" Sa-chan was furious. Both of his eyes were red out of anger and sadness. Before Hansol could saying further, Sa-chan dropped on his knees and bawled his eyes out, didn't mind if the restaurant's cold and dirty floor makes his knees and palms hurt, didn't mind if people around them were looking at him while whispering, watching him as if it's a free theater show.

"Nooooo! Don't kill Yoonoh! Pleasee.... don't kill Yoonoh!"

"GOOO! RUN YOONOH!"

Sa-chan's pupils dilated, filled with terror. His body trembled in fear. He lowered himself on the floor even more, as if he's bowing to a cruel king and shielding himself from the invisible attack – whatever it was that's going to happen, inside of his head.

"Just hurt me, please...."

"Yoonoh, Go! Let me take this... just let me take all of these pains. It doesn't matter. You have to live. You're still too young. Don't let those bastards hurt you." Sa-chan lifted his head up a bit, talking to his hallucination, as if his hallucination is really there.

"PLEASE YOONOH, JUST GOOOOO! GO! GO! RUN! NOW!" His hand making a gesture, drive his hallucination away.

"Sa-chan? Sa-chan?" Hansol didn't know what to do at that time. Sa-chan was just keeps crying and shouting incoherent things, Hansol could only catch some words: Yoonoh; run; and just hurt me.

"Sa-chan... Yoonoh is alive. He's alive." Hansol hugged Sa-chan, tightened it more when Sa-chan was trying to push Hansol away. Hansol kissed Sa-chan's temple gently as he kept tightening his embrace, but his petite boyfriend was only crying.

Hansol didn't know why he said those words, but he decided to just play along. He would do anything to make Sa-chan stop crying, because seeing Sa-chan wailing like this was making Hansol's heart bleeding.

"Yoonoh is alive. He's alright. He's alright." Hansol didn't stop kissing Sa-chan's temple as he kept whispering those words softly, trying to calm Sa-chan.

Sa-chan nodded and buried his face on Hansol's chest.

After that day, Hansol brought Sa-chan to his adoptive parent's home in Ars-en-Re, wishing Sa-chan would feel better if he's out of the big city, also Hansol wished to talk to Sa-chan's parents, wanted to know more about Sa-chan's past.

"Sasuke is always a bit... different. Since the first time we adopted him, we know he is special. At first, he refused to talk. Since I'm Japanese, I tried to talk to him – thinking that he can't speak French – and gave him a lot of Japanese foods, but he was just crying. My heart was really hurt at that time, how could a small kid like him crying like that? As if he had seen and experienced something terrible in his life before. The head nun told me, they found Sasuke in a street near the orphanage, in a really awful condition, like he's some sort of survivor of the abusive family. The nun didn't know anything about him, including his name, since he didn't want to talk. They started calling him Sasuke since one of the kids in the orphanage said Sasuke looks like his favorite anime character, Sasuke. Sasuke smiled whenever people called him Sasuke, and started talking to them, though not much. My husband persuaded me to just adopt another child, the more normal one, but I had fallen for Sasuke. I kept coming back to the orphanage. Sasuke was always sitting alone in the backyard while other kids were playing football. He didn't have any friend. He told me he did. He told me he had 2 friends. Imaginary friends, as I said, but he insisted they're real. At that time, we thought it's nothing important, as we know kids usually have imaginary friends."