FUKUDA AIMI ☓ CHOI GEURIM
Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable
Written by Vanny | 1,828 words
Hoping love will be perfected with only love
Hoping that all my weaknesses will be hidden in this dream that won’t ever come true
I grew a flower that couldn’t be blossomed
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✦ Location: Nagoya Daini Red Cross Hospital, Japan
✦ Date: July 19th, 1994
That time, clock ticked slower than before for some reasons. One, a wife was struggling in the operation room. Two, only one of them who could survive. Because of diabetes, Mrs. Han—Han Jungjoo—only had to trust her doctor regarding the situation she went through. She fought her own self to give birth to Fukuda Family’s second child. Fukuda Hiroshi, Jungjoo’s husband, already said that it was okay not to give birth to the second child, but Han Jungjoo insisted to keep her child alive and risked her own life.
It was raining when the sound of crying baby could possibly be heard from afar. Yes, a baby girl was born. The second child of Fukuda Family was there after nine months inside her mother’s womb. But, poor baby girl... the day she opened her eyes for the first time, she had to see her father and her brother crying out loud because there would be just the three of them now. It supposed to be four, but in the end, it was all back to God’s plan. Han Jungjoo died due diabetes when delivering the baby. Because of that, Fukuda Hiroshi put his hatred of the loss of his wife on his second child.
“Sa... Sarang,” in her last minute, Jungjoo still able to mumble something.
Sarang.
A name.
It’s love.
And Fukuda Hiroshi named her daughter, Fukuda Aimi.
Ai means love.
✦ Location: Fukuda’s Residence in Nagoya, Japan
✦ Date: September 1st, 2008
“Can’t you just disappear from my life? Like forever? My life has already been a mess since your mother died because of you. Is it not enough for you?!” Fukuda Hiroshi shouted at Aimi.
He furiously angry by his daughter’s existence. He wanted his love, he wanted his wife back. But, no use, and after all these time waiting with longing heart, he still refused to accept the fact that his wife could never come back home.
Silence went inside the living room for a moment, accompanying the cursed daughter to hold back tears. But, that was what infuriated him the most. Fukuda Hiroshi shouted even louder, “Please, just disappear from my life. I beg you. You are not my child ever since you killed your mother with your existence here! Get a way to die, or just live as far away as you can from me! DAMN IT, FUCK OFF.” Hiroshi was drunk when he cursed at Aimi.
Yeah, we believe that people who are drunk speak only the truth, right?
Other than being cursed at, Aimi hated the way his father always looked at her with flames in his eyes. After some spiteful words came out from Hiroshi’s mouth, he grabbed a wood stick, and began to swing it with all his might. The only daughter of the family couldn’t say anything, and all she did was trying to defend herself by raising both of her arms up to cover her face from getting hit by his father. But, before any violence happened in the house, a tall man with a husky and low baritone voice suddenly became a part of the battle. His brother, Fukuda Akio, stepped into the game. He pulled out a fist and ended up hitting his father to prevent him from hurting his sister. Hiroshi fell down.
That would be amazing if he just died, suddenly Aimi stopped being herself. She was depressed, frustrated at the moment. She cried out loud with both of her hands covering her face.
“Don’t listen to him, Ai-chan.” A familiar voice could be heard clearly inside the room. Akio walked closer to his sister, tapping her shoulder and making her moved away from their screwed up father.
“I can’t, nii-chan...” More tears fell down, running through her cheeks as her face turned red. It was painful. Her heart cried along.
Imagine. What would you do if your own biological father wanted you to just die? Silence would be your answer, or tears might be your answer in these situation.
“Hey, look at me.” Akio gently grabbed both of her sister’s hands which was covering her face earlier, and made her looking straight into his eyes. “Never doubt your worth. You are loved. You are stronger more than you think you are. Ai-chan, you are amazing, brave, and wonderful.”
In no time, a soft smile could be seen adorning Aimi‘s beautiful face. “Thank you, nii-chan.”
Akio always knew how to melt her heart. If there was only one person she could save in a doomsday, she would never hesitate to go saving her brother. He made her (at least) knew something about her name; something about love.
Actually, is this really something called ‘love’?
✦ Location: Chubu Centrair International Airport, Japan
✦ Date: December 15th, 2009
It was winter that brought her back to life. It was such a painful fact. The one she refused to believe. Well, if a time machine really existed, could you lend it for her? For her to feel some moments once again, before arguing whether her life was really a pain in the ass or not. But, no doubt, the answer was yes since the day she opened her eyes.
December 15th marked the day Fukuda Hiroshi sold his only daughter to a mafia organization, and Akio was the one who deceived Aimi to sign a contract. An adoption paper.
Without knowing anything regarding to her flight to South Korea, Aimi followed her brother, Akio, to the airport. She put her trust on his shoulder, but who knew even a brother could do something cruel to her only sister. That was what came through her mind, the moment he saw Akio handing her to some tall men dressing in black. All looked very scary, and the look in their eyes said it all, that they could kill Aimi anytime they wanted to.
Is this what they called ‘love’?
“YOU BROKE MY TRUST!” Aimi managed to shout at her brother who had already showed his back.
Family? FUCK IT.
✦ Location: Hanyang University, South Korea
✦ Date: August 22th, 2015
After spending three years of studying, the day of her graduating finally came. Ever since she moved to South Korea, six years ago, she had been raised by a mafia organization which called themselves as ‘family’ and she was a part of if as a daughter. She changed her name from Fukuda Aimi to Choi Geurim. Geurim held a simple, but deep meaning; a picture, which meant she would live her life as if she was living in every pictures painted by others.
Talking about her studies, Ai—Geurim took Interior Architecture Design as her major, so that later she could become someone who lead the family when doing their jobs; robbery, because she knew the layouts and materials used in the house. Honestly, her dream was to become a doctor, to study medicine, but life made her couldn’t follow her heart. She couldn’t do what she loves, and that’s life.
Ah, what is love, anyway?
There was no days for young Geurim to actually breath fresh air. Everything started from six years ago. The next day she knew her father sold her to a mafia organization, she went through lots of struggle for one day she could be useful to the family; for her to finally work as a thief. She was raised pretty badly. She knew violence, death, blood, since she was little, and slowly but sure, she forgot her true self. She became selfish, cold, unforgiven, and braver than she used to be. Never heard about how her father and brother doing didn’t make her want to ask for an information from an informant in the family. She would swear to God, she wanted them to just die, burnt in flames and back to ashes. Those two person were the ones who made her turned into a living puppet.
✦ Location: Silla City, South Korea
✦ Date: July 9th, 2018
Choi Geurim who was a part of the mafia organization since 2009 followed the instructions for everyone in the family to move to Silla City. She had to leave her job and would have to search for a new one in the new city.
She became more mature as time went by pretty quickly because she had no feelings for living. She always did what her family wanted her to do, because that was the only way to repay them for not killing her when she wanted to runaway six years ago.
Well, she is indeed a living puppet.
Her frozen heart decided that she would never trust anyone. She would never fall in love with anyone.
Because love is just a meaningless word.
✦ Location: Jeju Island, South Korea
✦ Date: xx-xx-xx, 20xx
One day, she finally believed that, “It’s not like you know all about today, just because you lived yesterday.”
She found someone whom she could really put her trust later on, and it miraculously happened when she was travelling to a very beautiful island in South Korea, Jeju Island. She was mesmerized by how he treated her respectfully, and at the first meeting, suddenly she could feel her cheeks turned into the color of scarlet. At the second meeting, she could stare at his beautiful eyes for hours and forget the cruel world ever existed. At the third meeting, she watched him like he had the stars in his hands and soft petals at his feet. At the fourth meeting, she wanted to hug him and never let go.
The cold black night pierced her very bones. She was literally paralyzed with fear when she came to a realization that she might believe in someone again, but somehow, she felt as if the whole world was on her side; made her floating on air. That was when she decided to keep going straight forward.
She was an underwater spirit, not the bold sun in the sky since she was little. She was the fish in the cool shallows, never the hawk who hunted above. She was wind-chimes in a spring breeze, never a storm to bring all the wrong kinds of excitement. But, she promised, if he'd give her a chance, in their home, she would be the warmth, the love, and the laughter.
And, she was dreaming with her eyes open. She used to dream every night, but she never dreamed anything at all ever since she met him, because she believed he was the one who would stare at her and say three crucial words, eight amazing letters, “I love you.”
✦ Date: July 19th, 1994
That time, clock ticked slower than before for some reasons. One, a wife was struggling in the operation room. Two, only one of them who could survive. Because of diabetes, Mrs. Han—Han Jungjoo—only had to trust her doctor regarding the situation she went through. She fought her own self to give birth to Fukuda Family’s second child. Fukuda Hiroshi, Jungjoo’s husband, already said that it was okay not to give birth to the second child, but Han Jungjoo insisted to keep her child alive and risked her own life.
It was raining when the sound of crying baby could possibly be heard from afar. Yes, a baby girl was born. The second child of Fukuda Family was there after nine months inside her mother’s womb. But, poor baby girl... the day she opened her eyes for the first time, she had to see her father and her brother crying out loud because there would be just the three of them now. It supposed to be four, but in the end, it was all back to God’s plan. Han Jungjoo died due diabetes when delivering the baby. Because of that, Fukuda Hiroshi put his hatred of the loss of his wife on his second child.
“Sa... Sarang,” in her last minute, Jungjoo still able to mumble something.
Sarang.
A name.
It’s love.
And Fukuda Hiroshi named her daughter, Fukuda Aimi.
Ai means love.
——————————
✦ Location: Fukuda’s Residence in Nagoya, Japan
✦ Date: September 1st, 2008
“Can’t you just disappear from my life? Like forever? My life has already been a mess since your mother died because of you. Is it not enough for you?!” Fukuda Hiroshi shouted at Aimi.
He furiously angry by his daughter’s existence. He wanted his love, he wanted his wife back. But, no use, and after all these time waiting with longing heart, he still refused to accept the fact that his wife could never come back home.
Silence went inside the living room for a moment, accompanying the cursed daughter to hold back tears. But, that was what infuriated him the most. Fukuda Hiroshi shouted even louder, “Please, just disappear from my life. I beg you. You are not my child ever since you killed your mother with your existence here! Get a way to die, or just live as far away as you can from me! DAMN IT, FUCK OFF.” Hiroshi was drunk when he cursed at Aimi.
Yeah, we believe that people who are drunk speak only the truth, right?
Other than being cursed at, Aimi hated the way his father always looked at her with flames in his eyes. After some spiteful words came out from Hiroshi’s mouth, he grabbed a wood stick, and began to swing it with all his might. The only daughter of the family couldn’t say anything, and all she did was trying to defend herself by raising both of her arms up to cover her face from getting hit by his father. But, before any violence happened in the house, a tall man with a husky and low baritone voice suddenly became a part of the battle. His brother, Fukuda Akio, stepped into the game. He pulled out a fist and ended up hitting his father to prevent him from hurting his sister. Hiroshi fell down.
That would be amazing if he just died, suddenly Aimi stopped being herself. She was depressed, frustrated at the moment. She cried out loud with both of her hands covering her face.
“Don’t listen to him, Ai-chan.” A familiar voice could be heard clearly inside the room. Akio walked closer to his sister, tapping her shoulder and making her moved away from their screwed up father.
“I can’t, nii-chan...” More tears fell down, running through her cheeks as her face turned red. It was painful. Her heart cried along.
Imagine. What would you do if your own biological father wanted you to just die? Silence would be your answer, or tears might be your answer in these situation.
“Hey, look at me.” Akio gently grabbed both of her sister’s hands which was covering her face earlier, and made her looking straight into his eyes. “Never doubt your worth. You are loved. You are stronger more than you think you are. Ai-chan, you are amazing, brave, and wonderful.”
In no time, a soft smile could be seen adorning Aimi‘s beautiful face. “Thank you, nii-chan.”
Akio always knew how to melt her heart. If there was only one person she could save in a doomsday, she would never hesitate to go saving her brother. He made her (at least) knew something about her name; something about love.
Actually, is this really something called ‘love’?
——————————
✦ Location: Chubu Centrair International Airport, Japan
✦ Date: December 15th, 2009
It was winter that brought her back to life. It was such a painful fact. The one she refused to believe. Well, if a time machine really existed, could you lend it for her? For her to feel some moments once again, before arguing whether her life was really a pain in the ass or not. But, no doubt, the answer was yes since the day she opened her eyes.
December 15th marked the day Fukuda Hiroshi sold his only daughter to a mafia organization, and Akio was the one who deceived Aimi to sign a contract. An adoption paper.
Without knowing anything regarding to her flight to South Korea, Aimi followed her brother, Akio, to the airport. She put her trust on his shoulder, but who knew even a brother could do something cruel to her only sister. That was what came through her mind, the moment he saw Akio handing her to some tall men dressing in black. All looked very scary, and the look in their eyes said it all, that they could kill Aimi anytime they wanted to.
Is this what they called ‘love’?
“YOU BROKE MY TRUST!” Aimi managed to shout at her brother who had already showed his back.
Family? FUCK IT.
——————————
✦ Location: Hanyang University, South Korea
✦ Date: August 22th, 2015
After spending three years of studying, the day of her graduating finally came. Ever since she moved to South Korea, six years ago, she had been raised by a mafia organization which called themselves as ‘family’ and she was a part of if as a daughter. She changed her name from Fukuda Aimi to Choi Geurim. Geurim held a simple, but deep meaning; a picture, which meant she would live her life as if she was living in every pictures painted by others.
Talking about her studies, Ai—Geurim took Interior Architecture Design as her major, so that later she could become someone who lead the family when doing their jobs; robbery, because she knew the layouts and materials used in the house. Honestly, her dream was to become a doctor, to study medicine, but life made her couldn’t follow her heart. She couldn’t do what she loves, and that’s life.
Ah, what is love, anyway?
There was no days for young Geurim to actually breath fresh air. Everything started from six years ago. The next day she knew her father sold her to a mafia organization, she went through lots of struggle for one day she could be useful to the family; for her to finally work as a thief. She was raised pretty badly. She knew violence, death, blood, since she was little, and slowly but sure, she forgot her true self. She became selfish, cold, unforgiven, and braver than she used to be. Never heard about how her father and brother doing didn’t make her want to ask for an information from an informant in the family. She would swear to God, she wanted them to just die, burnt in flames and back to ashes. Those two person were the ones who made her turned into a living puppet.
——————————
✦ Location: Silla City, South Korea
✦ Date: July 9th, 2018
Choi Geurim who was a part of the mafia organization since 2009 followed the instructions for everyone in the family to move to Silla City. She had to leave her job and would have to search for a new one in the new city.
She became more mature as time went by pretty quickly because she had no feelings for living. She always did what her family wanted her to do, because that was the only way to repay them for not killing her when she wanted to runaway six years ago.
Well, she is indeed a living puppet.
Her frozen heart decided that she would never trust anyone. She would never fall in love with anyone.
Because love is just a meaningless word.
——————————
✦ Location: Jeju Island, South Korea
✦ Date: xx-xx-xx, 20xx
One day, she finally believed that, “It’s not like you know all about today, just because you lived yesterday.”
She found someone whom she could really put her trust later on, and it miraculously happened when she was travelling to a very beautiful island in South Korea, Jeju Island. She was mesmerized by how he treated her respectfully, and at the first meeting, suddenly she could feel her cheeks turned into the color of scarlet. At the second meeting, she could stare at his beautiful eyes for hours and forget the cruel world ever existed. At the third meeting, she watched him like he had the stars in his hands and soft petals at his feet. At the fourth meeting, she wanted to hug him and never let go.
The cold black night pierced her very bones. She was literally paralyzed with fear when she came to a realization that she might believe in someone again, but somehow, she felt as if the whole world was on her side; made her floating on air. That was when she decided to keep going straight forward.
She was an underwater spirit, not the bold sun in the sky since she was little. She was the fish in the cool shallows, never the hawk who hunted above. She was wind-chimes in a spring breeze, never a storm to bring all the wrong kinds of excitement. But, she promised, if he'd give her a chance, in their home, she would be the warmth, the love, and the laughter.
And, she was dreaming with her eyes open. She used to dream every night, but she never dreamed anything at all ever since she met him, because she believed he was the one who would stare at her and say three crucial words, eight amazing letters, “I love you.”
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