By meeting her, Min-Ho had to admit it, he hadn't expected to have such a good time with this eccentric line and boost. At that moment, at the concert, where he had met her gaze, without understanding how or why, he had all these words in them that he received in his emails, his letters. Her voice had guided him to her.
Chance had wanted him to pick up her voice right then, that he met her gaze, that he saw her sitting in front of that supermarket. He had wanted Min-Ho's arrogant behavior not to please Winnie, and for his to make Min-Ho laugh. So much had contributed to this moment, this face to face, that MinHo told himself he didn't regret his effort.
It was pretty nice having lunch with a crazy fan.
As expected, and every night, before going to sleep, Min-Ho always received the call from Juan Mei. Her childhood friend did not fail, despite her sought-after singer planing, to phone Min-Ho just so that she could hear her voice. The young man did not complain either, even if there were times when he found this rutual more than boring, that evening, Min-Ho found him welcome with all he had to. tell; he needed an ear as attentive as Mei's, who wanted to listen to him talk to her for hours.
The brunette never tried to interrupt Min-Ho, everything that came from him was a breach for her to get to know him better, and she did not intend to let these opportunities slip away. Because yes, her feelings, little hidden, towards her friend put Mei in such an embarrassment as even she had confessed them to him for a long time, Min-Ho had always been closed to her concerning her own, concerning this complex facade of her life. .
What did this great romantic feel that capsized hearts with his words and melodies?
- Hello.
- Hmm, yes? said the young man almost asleep.
- I wake you up, asked Mei smiling?
- Yes, but that's okay, I'm not that sleepy.
- Why that? Something bothering you?
Min-Ho, already under his quilt, straightened up, returning:
- Not really, just ... Something that happened to me recently.
- What then? Asked the girl in her singing voice.
- Well ... I met her.
As if in his tone Juan Mei understood, she sent him back surprised:
- Who's that, your mysterious lyricist?
- Yes, she came to my concert the day before yesterday.
- So what? Did she sue you or demand money from you?
- No, none of that ... On the contrary ...
Then Min suddenly kills himself, obviously, even to him this story sounded strange. A slight smile escaped him and completed:
- It's ... It's rather me who went to see her. I don't know how, but ... I managed to recognize her among all these people, and I went looking for her at the end. Fortunately, as I was about to give up, I looked in front of a supermarket.
When Mei heard this, she felt a pang in her heart. She had never heard such a smile or such a reaction from her friend. She came to graze for this hazardous encounter which proved to be unfortunate.
When Min-Ho was only eighteen, the young man had decided to make a career, and from the start he received a support which propelled him to the front of the stage. Among those, texts sent in the form of letters posted every Saturday and Thursday.
These texts were those of a sixteen-year-old girl who was also passionate about music.
At first, Min was ignoring the letters and messages left to him by this fan, among the thousands who were beginning to surround him, but then when Juan Mei asked him to open at least one and if he didn't like it, ignore it, Min-Ho made the decision that changed his entire career.
Each of them told a specific part of her life that had marked her, that she wanted to remember in more ways. These almost unreal-looking texts rocked the young man more and more, delighted to receive them.
They were making such a long trip that when he finally got his hands on them, happiness could be seen in Min-Ho's eyes. They were filled with a life that only Winwin had the gift to give.
But as this girl took up every sentence of Min, Juan Mei felt more and more their relationship in danger, because other than her, no other woman had taken up so much space in Min-Ho's life. .
She also a singer, so Mei decided to write her songs for him, but instead, the young man knowing Mei's immense talent forged a musical career for her that definitely separated them.
Nevertheless, the young woman did everything to make this Winwin disappear from her friend's life, by preventing her texts from reaching her, but she would never have foreseen that Winnie would make the trip to Seoul and that she would cross paths. by Min-Ho.
Now she was cursing the day she offered to open those damn letters. How could a simple stranger get so much attention?
And henceforth known, what would happen between them?
All these questions were already driving Mei crazy with worry about her future with her Min-Ho.
- And ... How do you find her?
- Hmm ..., he thought before answering, particular. She was not like most of the fans that I have met ...
- Did you have a date?
- Yes, I had to steal her cell phone so that she could not go back to New York, it turned out to be nothing but I succeeded. Uh ... what was I saying?
- You said, reminded him the young woman who was hiding her dissatisfaction, she is not like the other fans that you have met.
- Ah yes! She is strangely mysterious, yet she is talkative but ... In her, she hides a lot of truth. I can now understand where the complexity of his texts comes from. But it's not just that ...
-Ah yes? What else?
- She is deaf, well, she was. She told me that's where her major inspiration came from. But I think she underestimates herself, which is why I would want to help her ...
- To do what, interrupted the young woman who was losing patience?
- I would like to find her former flame again because ... I want to work with her.
- You want to work ... With her? What do you mean?
- Mei, this girl has talent, and all I want is for her to benefit as best she can.
- And can you tell me since when are you so upbeat? Or is it because it's her?
The young man was taken aback by the tone and allure of this assertion. He then asks, troubled:
- What do you mean by that Juan?
- That you let yourself be softened by this girl. Min, it is not because she wrote you simple texts and that she was the victim of a handicap that you must become her guarantor!
- I am not becoming her guarantor Mei, I owe her that after all she has done without asking for anything in return.
- But what about me ?!
- And you ... What?
- And me, when will you reward me for everything I do without asking for a return? Is it only his efforts that you recognize and not mine?
- You're wrong Mei ...
- Yes Min! When it comes to this subject I'm always wrong! I ... I'm confused, I don't know what to think about us anymore. I try so hard to make a part of your life, to share it with you, but I have this feeling that for the last eight years, my efforts have been in vain.
Min-Ho huffed and said exasperatedly:
- Mei, I have the feeling that you take this story too seriously.
- Yes Min, that's often what happens to people whose love is not returned!
- Mei ...
She shuddered then let go:
- Anyway, you made your decision and I also intend to take mine Min-Ho. No one, not even she, will be able to change your mind, can they? So be it.
- Are you mad at me?
- No Min, I'm just sad for myself. But ... can you at least tell me something?
- Everything you want to know.
Even Mei knew how much of a lie it was, nonetheless allowed herself to be lulled into the illusion that this stone wall could really tell her everything. She then asked:
- Do you have feelings for this Winwin?
A shrill silence crept in between them, a silence that worried Mei greatly. The latter was already beginning to shed her tears of disappointment, like those she often shed when thinking of a probable future with Min-Ho.
But finally, a smirk finally shone through and:
- No, it has nothing to do with that kind of feeling. Winwin is a good girl, but ... That kind of girl doesn't suit me.
- What do you mean?
- Well ... Not that she is vulgar, but she still lacks that certain grace specific to my type of woman.
Without it being perseptible at the end of the line, Juan Mei emitted a phew of relief. Nevertheless, a little doubt came back to him when Min added:
- But the energy emanating from her is different from what I have felt before. It is undoubtedly the only one able to produce this certain effect on my mood.In addition, she already has a very strong feeling for a long-standing friendship.
- Poor girl, Mei mumura, I pity her.
- Sorry?
- Nothing ... Nothing, continue!
- She didn't do it for people like me.
- I see ... Anyway, I hope with all my heart that you succeed and uh ...
- Yes?
- Min, do you miss me?
Min laughs and replies:
- Not a day goes by that I don't imagine myself in front of you around a cup of tea.
This response delighted the young woman to the highest point who could not help but smile out loud.
They finally parted, claiming exhaustion, and promised to another date.
- Goodbye Min Min.
- Good night Mei Mei, take good care of yourself.
- You too.
Then Min-Ho hung up. And like after every call, Mei only felt her better night, impatient for the next call. But at the same time, she prayed that it was no longer turned to Winnie.
While Min himself, did not find sleep so soon. The young man busied himself with his telephone while he fell asleep.
Flipping through her Instagram page, Min-Ho came across the photo of Winnie taken this morning. Min stared at her for a moment then a smile appeared and whispered to her:
- Idiot...
And without realizing it, the young man fell asleep in front of her. The smile on the corner of the lips.