Final Chapter of Mouldings of Love

Final

The house is a mess. We’re packing to move to a house in the countryside for our newborn son, Taemin. The apartment is just too small for the three of us, and Taemin is crawling everywhere. Soon, he’ll need his own room, but Daeun has that all figured out. In fact, she has everything planned already. She likes to tell me that when Taemin is three, he’ll start cello and piano lessons. When he’s five, he’ll begin to learn Mandarin and Japanese. During this time, I should always speak to him in English and Daeun will teach him Korean. When he’s six, Taemin will go to art, math, and science classes. Taemin will start to volunteer when he’s ten. He’ll also learn a sport through all of this, some type of martial arts and or basketball.

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Chapter 3 from Mouldings of Love

03

I know something is missing in my life. I’m feeling it again on the day of my wedding. Maybe, I’m getting cold feet because this is probably the biggest commitment of my life, but I don’t think that’s the problem. Even when Minwoo is casually making crude remarks because he’s pissed that he’s not the best man, I can stand that. I can also stand having Junghoon as my best man. Although he irritated me much through university, he was still a good friend. He helped me secure my job at the clinic through his uncle’s connections.

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Chapter 2 from Mouldings of Love

02

“Wake up, sleepy poo.”

It’s Daeun’s sweet voice. That’s why I like sleeping at her place. I get to hear her wake me up, and I feel that that’s something little to look forward to each day. It’s too bad I can’t put it on repeat, then I’d want to keep living. 

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Chapter 1 from Mouldings of Love

01

It’s like what they always say. It’s only after you’ve lost something do you understand its importance in your life, but I don’t think that way. I’ve never even lost Jikyung in the first place. There was no beginning, no middle and not even an ending. We were friends and still are. She’d probably say that I’m wrong. I use this term too lightly, but I think everyone is a friend. We just have to focus on their positive parts, and that’s what I like about Daeun. She’s always smiling, reminding me of the good things in life. And then, there’s Jikyung. She’ll never smile. She’s cold, too cold to touch and too far to reach. She probably has no idea how many guys actually secretly are infatuated with her. There’s just something about her that draws your attention towards her. It’s like a stage is built upon her in a room. Even the women are interested in her, particularly by the way she dresses. Jikyung is by no means simple. She’s unafraid to dress the latest fashions that might not be popular here yet, but every time, I’m beside her, I find myself slowing down. Her footsteps are faster than ever, and I can’t keep up.

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