"What is your definition of love?"

- Oh Sehun -

“I didn't think of a reason. I just feel loved."

- Byun Baekhyun -

I'm the one who loves you.

I want to stop this time

I Sun Ga Ni Ji Na Myeon

If this time passes

obsot episode i redtel gal noel i reulga

I'm afraid you'll forget like nothing happened at all.

Com na com na com na

I'm afraid, very afraid.

- Butterfly (BTS) -

Have you ever thought of yourself as a special person? Some people think, some people really do. Or some people are like this and don't even think about it, but with some people, they never thought that they would be anything special.

"You can quit the group."

My name is 'Oh Sehun'. I'm an ordinary photographer. that are not famous But it is well-known among models. The photographer's work hours do not arrive on time. It depends on when someone is hired. For example, right now I'm about to finish shooting my last work of the year.

“Thank you to everyone who worked hard. From now on, let's take a long rest for the New Year." A soft cheer sounded out. of my team, who expected that they would be happy to take a long rest. Which I also wonder if my team works that hard. I only have work once or twice a month. Plus, during the time I didn't have work, I always gave them my salary.

Now I'm free. Which is actually free for the whole year. I intend to take the two-week break over New Year's to take care of my house for a week. Another week will probably travel to other provinces. I intend to go to a province where there are not many people. Because I really don't like the chaos in the city.

It's taken me about a week to get my house in the suburbs more organized. This house is not big. I am alone Because my father and mother have been abroad to run the family business since I graduated. At first he wanted me to go with him, but I refused.

Because I want to work as a photographer in Korea. So he gave this house to me. As I said, the house is not big. But if you let me alone handle the cleaning, I'll take care of it as well. Especially for someone who has a lot of patience (high voice) like me, one week is considered fast.

Today is Monday. After the other day when I passed out after tidying up the house. I woke up early so I decided to spend one day at home. Then plan your trip like I said. And now I'm leaving I'll probably get there in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, I arrived at my accommodation. It was actually afternoon, late afternoon because this was a long holiday period. People travel a lot to travel. Before making it to the accommodation, I almost gave up and went home several times. Thanks to some motivation I was able to persevere.

"Is that you, Sehun?"

The sound of an older person's voice startled me quite a bit. Because right now I'm looking for the contact number of the owner of the villa I reserved. Because I've never been here. So I used GPS to guide me until I reached a small alley. The GPS told me to drive into that alley. I believed it at first But drove about half the alley. It left me to go on alone with the words 'There was no signal' so I parked the car to find a way to contact someone who could give me directions.

When someone shouted my name, I turned and saw a motorcycle coming towards me. It was driven by a bald, handsome man. I think he seems like a kind-hearted person with old age.

"Sehun, is that right?" Uncle Smiling asked as he pulled up in front of my car.

"Yes, are you the owner of the lodging I reserved?" I asked because the only people who know my name right now are probably the people I called to reserve the lodging.

“Yes, Uncle said that we must be lost. Come, drive after Uncle. I'll take you to the house."

"Thank you," I replied with a smile. I was about to get up and start the car when

" oh! What's the matter, my son? Uncle's voice suddenly sounded.

"What's wrong with you, Uncle? "

"Motorcycle, I don't use it often. It belongs to my uncle's father, so it's old and easily broken."

If it's from the uncle's father, it probably isn't the uncle's son.

"Then let's go to my car. I'll have someone come and take it for repairs."

"Oh, okay, thank you, kid." Uncle smiled brightly and walked into my car.

"Come alone? I thought I was coming with a girl."

"My mother lives abroad."

"Oh...hey, that's not right. Uncle means boyfriend-girlfriend. Oh my gosh, this old man has a headache!"

"Haha. Sorry, I don't have a boyfriend yet."

"Oh, that's really strange. I have good looks but I can't find a wife." Oh, Uncle....

"So, Uncle, do you have any children yet?"

"not yet"

"Don't have children yet?"

"I don't have a wife yet, haha" and then scolded me, uncle.

"Stop, stop, we're here, kid," Uncle told me as we drove through a wide, overgrown field. Wait a minute, this situation definitely isn't my place to stay.

“Where is it, Uncle?” I asked.

"Just park here. Just walk in for a bit and you'll be there." "Oh, wait a minute."

“Uncle, are you letting me park on the side of the road? What if my car was stolen?"

“Boy, if you don't have a GPS. If you see the front of the alley like that, will you come in?" Well, that's true.

"But if it's someone from around here, Uncle?"

"Do you see anyone around here?"

“Follow Uncle, boy,” Uncle said, then led me into the wide grass field.

Sometimes I think

"Uncle, are you going to take me to kill and hide in the forest?"

I really think the atmosphere is great.

"Haha, kid, we're almost there. Do you see the tree over there?" Uncle pointed to the front. It's a big tree. Spread out so wide that you can't see the area behind it or...

Uncle will take me there to be killed....

"We've arrived."

Oh.....

The scene I saw behind the big tree was quite different from what I had imagined. Behind that tree was a field of flowers as far as the eye could see. It consists of a variety of flowers, but all are light pink tones. In the middle of the flower field, there were two small one-story pink wooden houses next to each other. It was an atmosphere that I never expected to encounter even though I was in the countryside.

"How are you? Do you like it, kid?~"

"Yes, I really like it. It was worth the patience. Um, but are there only two houses here?" There are only two houses.

"One house" huh!

"It's another one from Uncle's house. Where do you want Uncle to stay? "Oh, I'm sorry!

"Have you eaten, kid?" Uncle came and shouted in front of my house.

"Not yet. Are you going to make it for me?"

"No, it's polite to ask guests." Oh..

"Just kidding. I'm going to rest before going. I'll prepare dinner for you."

"Can I go for a walk in the park?"

"Alright. Hurry back. It'll get dark and you'll get lost. Haha." It's true. It's a really big flower field.

Now it's past 4:00 p.m. The sun is going down The color of the sky blends with the color of the grass. For people like me who take a walk amidst the flower fields around us. It's probably the best atmosphere.

'Too bad I didn't bring my camera,' I thought to myself because I had forgotten my beloved camera at the house. But you can come again tomorrow. There's still all day tomorrow.

"Is it delicious?"

Uncle is talking about food. that I am eating

"Very delicious. Did you do it yourself?"

"Do you see the kitchen?" ...No, that's enough. Stop asking.

"Uncle, please ask me. Why did you come to open a villa here?"

“This place has been owned by my uncle's family since my great-grandfather's generation. I saw that it was deserted so I built two houses. And plant trees to relieve loneliness, that's all."

"Can you cure loneliness?"

"Well, when you're lonely, plant a tree."

“Oh, how many years have you been lonely? There are many rai of trees there. Hahaha oh."

“Yah, this kid, I only planted a few plots myself. The rest came from nowhere."

“Oh, how will it come? Did it suddenly come up for no reason?"

"I don't know. Why do you want to know?"

"Ah..."

“We don't have to find causes or reasons for everything, kid. Uncle never wanted to know. Why does our family have this place? Uncle never asked himself why he decided to come here. I don't know why Uncle controls the tone of the house and garden to be pink like a kitty person. The same is true of the flowers that suddenly appeared all over the place.

Even though it seems pointless But it made Uncle happy. No matter where it comes from When he chose to stay with his uncle Uncle will take care of it the best he can as well. Do you understand, boy!!!!!!"

Almost, almost good. It didn't end well at all.

After finishing dinner Uncle came to send me home. Which is next to Uncle's house. “You don't have to wake up early tomorrow. After getting some rest, I slept and woke up late. When you wake up, tell me and I'll prepare food for you."

“Thank you very much, Uncle. Good night." I told Uncle and walked into the house. which had one bed One writing desk, that's it....

I'd like to change it to a better word.

Oh, I forgot. Before leaving, Uncle asked me to take a shower in his room while he packed dinner for me. Because my room doesn't have a bathroom...

So now I'm in a state ready to lie down.

'Oh, how did you get here?' I was putting today's clothes in my bag. But when he lifted it up, a small rose fell out. I guess it was when I went for a walk in the park.

So I took a glass of water and put some flowers in it. before laying down to sleep because he was tired all day

I'm awake....

Is it morning already?

Why is the sky still dark?

N...where are we?!?

I woke up in the morning No, it's still dark. But everything seems to have changed. I wasn't lying on a bed, but rather an area covered in a thin layer of snow. The book table is gone. The small pink room turned into an open space as far as the eye could see, with nothing but snow in the sky and on the ground. The sky was black but not scary.

Hey...where am I?

I got up. Am I dreaming now? But why does it seem so real? So what should I do next?

"H-hey!!"

I cried out in shock from the poking from the person (or maybe not the person) behind me. I calmed down for a moment before turning to see who it was.

The picture I saw was a small, white-haired, brown-haired boy, probably about my age. Looking at me with fearful eyes I felt like I had never met him before. If this is a dream How could he look like this? I've never even met a person who looked like this.

“Who are you?” I saw him staring at me for a long time. So I asked to break the silence, but he didn't answer and stayed silent for a while before taking my arm and making me follow him.

When there is no choice So I agreed to go with him.

It only takes a few dozen steps. He brought me to a small tent. In front, a small bonfire was lit. It must have been his residence. I stood for a while before deciding to sit in the tent next to him, who was now staring at the flames in the pile like something very interesting.

"Can you.. tell me who you are?"

I really want to know What am I doing here with someone whose name I don't even know?

"My name is Sehun. Oh Sehun, what about you?" I decided to introduce myself first. At least let him know me...

"By the way, what's your name?"

"What is the name? Why do you need to know my name?" This was probably the first sentence he said to me since we met...

"I have to know. How will we get to know each other?"

"I do not understand"

"How would I know? Who are you?"

"Do you have to know?"

"How can I separate you from the others?"

"Are there other people here?"

In conclusion, I still don't know his name.

"Hey..didn't you think of something to say?"

Since I failed to ask for the name I did not receive any response again. I looked at his face blankly. He looked back at me for a moment.

“What did you draw?” He turned around, drawing a finger on the snow. The picture appeared to be a 'rose' blooming gracefully. I wondered even more. What exactly did he want to communicate to me?

“Why did you draw a rose?” I asked.

"You call it a rose?"

I forgot that he didn't know the word name...

"Let it be. Do you want it?"

“I have, I have a rose. It is my friend We have been together for a long time. It has always grown strong and bright. But recently It's uncomfortable... "

He tells the story slowly. He spread his hand on the snowy ground with the image of the flower on it.

“I have searched many places for someone to heal my friend. But no one could help.

There was a place where a man there told me let me come here Then I'll meet someone who can heal my friends. The man said He is the person I will love. And that person will love me

He will heal my friend.”

Finished speaking, he turned and looked at me. I'm making a face that I don't understand and am confused about. Where did this guy come from? Still in my head The stories he tells It sounds too much like a child's bedtime story to be believable.

"I came here. I saw you first."

And his question...

"Can I love you?"

It makes me confused again...

“Are you crazy? We've never known each other before. We only met for a short while. I don't even know your name. Anyway, I believe I must be dreaming. When I wake up, I will go back to see Uncle as usual. You're going back to your place. Go to sleep."

I'm really confused. It was the strangest dream I had ever had.

I immediately lay down and slept in the tent. and hope tomorrow Everything will go back to the way it was before.

I'm awake, right?

I'm not in the same place anymore.

But it's not my room anyway....

I got up and looked at the atmosphere around me and asked myself:

What else is this?

I don't sleep in bed like I used to. But I don't use the cold snow. I was lying on the wooden floor of a small white wooden hut. Not quite a cottage It's like a garden equipment shed shaped like a small house, but it looks good. I can't explain it either.

All around me was a vast flower field, like my uncle's flower field. But it should be bigger and have a lot more colors.

I walked out of the hut and looked around. My eyes caught sight of a person. who is currently sitting with her back to me under a large tree I slowly walked towards him.

"Ha!!" I teased him. He looked quite shocked when he turned towards me. It allowed me to see his face clearly. The sun shines on us. The skin of the person in front of him almost blended with the color of his shirt. Milky skin, brown hair, round black eyes, and pink lips made it easy for people to look at him. I was stunned for a long time. before regaining consciousness and sitting next to him

"Let's go for a walk." After sitting under the tree for a while, I decided to invite him for a walk. He didn't mind, quietly following me.

I walked along a field of flowers that stretched as far as the eye could see. There are many types of flowers. not organized in order There are many colors. I don't see the pattern, but it looks colorful. I enjoyed it for a long time. At one point, I turned around and saw several bright red roses. So I turned to the person following behind me.

"Here's a rose. Do you want it? Just like you talked about yesterday.”

But he shook his head and smiled.

“No, not that one,” he replied.

"It's a rose too."

I asked, he didn't answer, but bent down and squatted down. Consider those roses.

“Where you come from, are there many people?”

"There are many, millions of people."

“You are an ordinary person. Someone who is just like the other million people, right? Before we knew each other, right?

Yesterday we talked We knew each other yesterday, right?

now for me You're the only person in my world.

Even though this rose is like any other flower, to me, I've never talked to it. Like I talk to my rose or talk to Mr. I have never heard it spoken, nor known it, as it is with my rose, nor with you, now all around me. It's just something I don't know."

Throughout the day, he and I spent time together. We talk more I don't know any more information about him. like him We talked about flowers, snow, and everything around us. I felt that he was a very innocent person. Have thoughts like a child's view of the world But at the same time, it conceals mature ideas that sometimes I don't understand.

Now we are back in the same wooden hut as when I woke up in the morning.

I turned and saw paper and a pen lying around the corner of the hut. What makes me think?

"Here you go, let's draw a picture." I walked over and picked up some equipment and got ready before inviting someone else who was currently sitting in front of the door.

"Draw what? "

"What about your picture and the atmosphere around you?"

"Why do you draw? "

“If we weren't here, how would we remember? that we've been here before"

He didn't answer, but walked over and picked up the pencil and paper I was holding and put them back in the same place.

He walked back. Pulling me down to sit on the edge of the door with him.

We sat next to each other in silence before he spoke up.

“Remember, close your eyes and just keep in your feelings. Pictures recorded or seen by us One day it will really disappear, right? But the feeling won't go away."

I looked into his eyes, I was a photographer. I recorded various photos from many people. or many places that I have seen or been to many times

But I never harbored feelings like that.

I've heard that our feelings can be healed. But the picture will remain.

...But his words were the opposite of what I had heard before.

It's getting cold now. Soon it will be evening. I'm probably going to sleep and wait to see where I'll be tomorrow.

"Where do you think we'll go tomorrow?"

He didn't answer, walked over and sat next to me on the bed and looked at me blankly.

"Can I love you?" he asked again. With eyes full of hope I looked at his face for a moment...

"If you really want to love me I won't stop you." Before answering him as he thought.

Which my answer made him smile even wider.

"So will you love me?" he asked me again. I didn't answer anything. Just smile at him and fall asleep.

Why is it cold.....why is it cold?

Or...

“Back to the beginning again?” I said to myself. After feeling awake The two days that I encountered various things made me no longer startled by strange things that I encountered when I woke up. For two days I did the same thing, woke up and thought I was constantly changing my mattress. And then got up......

find someone

People I've known for two days now. Now doing things the same way. sit with your back to me doing something

“What did you draw again?” He drew the same picture on the snow, a rose, but this time there was a boy standing next to him.

“Do you miss your rose?” I asked. He didn't take his eyes off the drawing.

“I'm just worried. I just want it to get better,” he replied.

"So what are you going to do next?"

"I need to find someone who can take care of it."

"Who?"

"The person who loves me"

"Who? "

"...Can't be you?"

I encountered this question again.

“Why do you want it to be me? Why do you want me to love you?” I decided to ask him the reason. The two times he asked me the same question, I refused, but I never knew his reasoning.

"What is your definition of love?" Just two questions I wanted to know about him.

“I don't think of reasons for everything. I've told you before. I prefer to use my feelings. because for me Feelings are the most obvious thing. And it doesn't lie to me."

He was silent for a moment before continuing.

"My love is feeling love. i love my rose I want it to get better. I want it to come back and bloom brightly, sending out its fragrance to greet me every day, that's all."

"I love you. I don't think of reasons. I just feel loved, that's all.

And sir.... "

I've never been in love besides family I didn't think I would love anyone. But if this time I try listening to my own feelings. I try not to find a reason for this. If I just use my feelings The feeling when you see the face Feelings when we're together Feelings...that you have with the person in front of you....

"I......"

My feelings...

"..love you..too."

It's been clear for a long time.

It's always been clear...just accepting and listening to it.....just because I've never listened to it.

and the smile of the person in front It reinforced my feelings even more clearly.

"thank you"

The words of the person in front It reinforces my feelings more and more.

and...

"I have to go."

Farewell words from the person in front It reinforced my feelings even deeper.

"Where are you going?"

“I found someone to save my roses. I have to go back to my place.”

"Can't you go?"

He didn't answer.

"Why do you want me to love you? If in the end we have to part!”

my feelings progressively clearer The feeling of not wanting to leave I don't want the person in front of me to go anywhere.

"Does love have to be together? I just always feel loved for you no matter where I am. When I go back to my place I will be alone But I will always have you in my heart. is my love What is your love? Can you tell me?"

"My love It's about taking care of each other, protecting and treating them as best we can."

"If that's the case, Could you please love my rose a little? Let it be my representative. Will you be able to protect and take care of it?”

....In the end, he had to go. In the end, I couldn't do anything.

....I will take care of his representative as best I can.

"Sure, I promise."

Do it like I want to do to him...

"I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute."

I stopped him before asking one last thing before parting.

"Can I hug you?"

He smiled and walked in. Two thin arms embrace me, I hug back, we pass on each other's feelings. The feelings we have when we're together When we talk When we love each other and when we are about to part. Even if it's only for three days But the ties and feelings were many and lingered between us. between me and him We choose to keep good feelings to represent each other forever.

“Take good care of it. because it is my representative And remember this. I will always be with you...

Even though we're not together."

He said his last words before....

disappear

It's gone....

That person...is gone...

But I was still in the same place, falling to the ground, my eyes staring at that person's drawing. Picture of a single rose with a boy The boy I thought was him

But it was a boy with a name written on it.

'Sehun'

'heavily!!'

"Kid, are you awake yet?!"

Have I come back?

Was it all a dream?

I got up from the bed in the old house. That uncle's house I thought about it to myself.

A dream? A dream so real? Even when you wake up, you still remember it?

It's not just memorizing everything. But even..

The 'feeling' that flows out When I turned around and saw...

Roses bloomed last night, blooming beautifully.

The feeling of everything Falling down with tears that flowed unconsciously

It's a teardrop of the feelings...that I have for him.

The person I love

Have you ever felt like you were special?

For me, I used to be an ordinary person, but now I feel like I have become special.

Many people search for love, some find it fulfilled, some don't. Some people take years to find. Or some people may wait their whole life.

For me, I met one person. People whose names I don't even know. I don't even know where he came from. We only spent three days together.

The first day I got to know his identity.

The second day I got to know his thoughts.

And on the third day, I got to know his love. I got to know our love

I am the most special person who had the opportunity to get to know him

We loved each other, we parted ways, but our feelings for each other will stay with him and me forever.

Even though we're not together

The end

Merry Christmas :)

P.S. Thank you for the translation of the song from

https://my.dek-d.com/kimtaeexo/writer/viewlongc.php?id=1390940&chapter=428

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