PMN - Epilogue

He returned to his normal condition in just one day, making it seem like he had never been sick at all.

He met Chul-woo, who had come up to Seoul for the first time in a while. Chul-woo said he had finished the semester and taken a leave of absence to enlist in the military next semester. With his buzz cut, Chul-woo grumbled that it was ruining his manly image.

He also added a brief update that he had broken up with his girlfriend after failing to overcome a long-distance relationship, and that university life wasn’t much different from anything else.

He asked if she was preparing well for her re-sit exams, and she gave a simple answer that she didn’t think she would get bad grades. That short exchange of greetings was enough for them to sense each other’s well-being.

That was all, but she was satisfied. As long as he was safe and well, she didn’t want anything more from her friend.

After his farewell wish for her to do well on the college entrance exam, she parted ways with Chul-woo, sensing that they wouldn’t see each other for a long time.

After Chul-woo disappeared, Song-ah, left alone on the bench, quietly gripped the bottom of her cold paper cup.

“Let’s have dinner with my brother. He wants to see you before the wedding.”

He whispered, biting her neck deeply. Kim Jong-seop, who was hugging her lower abdomen from behind, showered the bitten spot with kisses.

“Be careful with your pussy, you might lose the baby.”

“If you stay by my side, both you and the baby will be safe. So don’t make any foolish moves and end up like Kim Jin-han.”

“Don’t get caught doing something stupid and cry because you lost the baby, okay?”

Unexpected things kept happening. Her life had always been like that. Since her parents passed away, everything had come like a bolt from the blue or like fireworks suddenly bursting. Would this be a bolt or a blessing? This life that suddenly appeared, what are you to me? Fear and a little tension, a little excitement. Emotions that couldn’t be grasped in any direction endlessly made her anxious and excited.

What was the source of this sense of fulfillment? Having someone completely on her side, having her only family.

She didn’t know.

She could clearly picture Kim Jong-seop going wild if she said “only.”

She could list dozens or hundreds of reasons for her anxiety, but she couldn’t find a word to name the identity of this strange fluttering that was taking root in that anxiety, no matter how much she searched her mind. It was clearly an emotion she had never experienced before. An emotion that had not been built up in her experience.

It was a texture of emotion she had never experienced before.

Honk! The sound of a car horn rang out. It was from behind.

Song-ah, fiddling with the pregnancy test in her pocket, walked towards Jong-seop.