Luhan, My Arrogant Husband

Chapter 1

I was passing the empty street, on my way home. Dogs' barking sound could be heard. I had to bring some of halabeoji's clothes,
and went back to the hospital. Days just passed like that. Going to school, visiting halabeoji, working. I wonder why I lived like that.
Since eomma, and appa passed away, he had been the one who took care of me. Our family was not rich. We worked very hard just
to earn a living. Halabeoji had been going back and forth to the hospital for quite many times now. He refused the intense
treatment which the doctor suggested. *sighed* he was truly quite stubborn. He often said that he was old enough to die. No need
to spend too much money on him. How could he say that? 
 
My thoughts were disturbed by my ringing phone. I took it out from my pocket, and I looked at the screen. It was from the hospital.
"Yoboseyo." I said through the phone. The nurse told me that halabeoji was now in a critical condition, and the doctors were
trying hard to save him. I was surprised. "What?" I hung up, and ran quickly to the hospital.No! No!! He couldn't leave me.
Halabeoji could not die. I wouldn't let that happen. I ran as fast as I could. 
 
I was praying. God! Please don't take halabeoji from me. He was the only family I had. Please.. I begged you. My tears slipped down
from my eyes. 
 
The doctor suddenly came out of the room. "How is he?" He just kept quiet. I grabbed him by his collar. "Tell me that he is okay.
Tell me!" I shouted as I bursted out crying. "Tell me, please.." I pleaded. I turned weak. I slowly released my grab on his collar. I
cried. He pulled me into a hug. "I am sorry Hana ah." I didn't know how to respond. "He needs you. He wants to talk." The doctor
told me. I nodded my head slowly, and entered the room. 
 
There he was, lying lifelessly on the bed. I walked to his side, and hugged him. "It..is..f..fine..you..w.will..be..fine.." he stuttered.
"Halabeoji.." I cried. "There..is..a piece of paper on..my drawer. It's.. an address. After I died..you have to..go to that place." He said
in difficulty. "Wae?" "Promise me..you..will go..there." I nodded my head as I kept crying. Few moments later, he finally breathed
out his last breath. I was speechless.
 
Not too many people came to halabeoji's funeral. He didn't have much friends, and so did I. I had none. Just some of the
neighbours who cared, and the doctor, Suho. He was very kind. Since the first day halabeoji been in the hospital, he had been
good to us. I felt so thankful for that. 
 
Finally I got home. I opened the door, and I entered. I suddenly remembered about halabeoji. He used to sit on that chair, the one
near the window. I couldn't help, but to cry again. I missed him, so much. I went to his bedroom, and packed his stuffs. I decided to
donate all of them. He would want this too. I opened his drawer, and I saw 'that paper'. *what's this? I know this is an adress, but
why? What happened?*
 
 
 
 
Here is the first chapter. Enjoy!