hi, i know i have ended this a few months ago :,) but i still want to give you an alternative and some sort of happy ending for woosan.

and 55k special too!!!

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2058 | San's Point of View.

I took a deep sigh, my frail body is trying to cope from the lengthy missions that my mother has given me.

It has been so long. Forty years exactly when I came back to my mother to fulfill my tasks. I did all of those for my living, to live freely without my mother's consent, to have the life that I've wanted for years. It has always been my wish to be a person with my own identity because all these years, I have lived as Kim San: the messenger, the helper, the person who is created only to break a curse.

Mother thinks she created me without feeling any emotions. I do have emotions. I do have feelings. I am just good at masking it, no matter how it hurts. I need to stay stoic. I have to practice being apathetic. Sadly to say, I'm too good at it.

When Taeha and Deoksu, or Mr. and Mrs. Choi, adopted me when I was twelve years old, I was heartless and I treated them terribly just to practice my phlegmatic image. They didn't mind though because they knew my situation.

And of course...money. The reason why my adoptive parents don't mind me is because of money. They get money from Mother. She paid them to take care of me. That's why they don't mind me disappearing from this world.

But I was grateful they treated me as a real human being. That was already enough for me.

Besides that, I was given a rule to not to fall in love. Especially to Seonghwa or Yeosang.

So what I did was to play, to play with girls' feelings, to break their hearts, to sleep with them just to avoid falling in love. I thought I succeeded.

But obviously, I didn't.

I broke a lot of rules.

But falling in love with Yeosang was the most unacceptable part.

It was a short period of time yet a part of me broke knowing that my feelings will always control me. Hence why my hands started glitching when I finally lost feelings for Yeosang.

Mother's spell is always created by anger and jealousy—but love is always stronger than that. That's the reason why my love for Yeosang can potentially kill me. When my hands started glitching, there's no turning back.

The only thing that could save me was if someone loved me back the same way as I love them.

Here I thought I can never love again.

And then Wooyoung came.

The moment I realized that he is the one for me, I had to tell him my identity because I knew he would save my life. Mother was only frustrated because I told a mortal my identity—but he's not just any mortal, he's the one that I need and the person I want to spend my entire life with.

And in order to spend my life with him, I have to make myself mortal, just what I wished for.

So I took the fourty-year journey and throughout my missions, the person who I can only think of is Wooyoung.

And now my missions are done, I'm here standing in front of the Parks Mansion.

"Do I know you?" A lady who's on her mid twenties, questioned as soon as I knocked on their door. Her face is so familiar, very identical to Yeosang's sister, Lia.

"Probably not, but by any chance do you know who Kang Yeosang and Park Seonghwa are?" I went straight to the point as I was desperate to know where they are.

"They are my parents. Why'd you ask?"

I was about to answer but I heard the sound of Yeosang's deep voice echoing inside of their house. "Ria, who's that on the door?"

My lips made a crescent shape form when Yeosang and Seonghwa finally appeared in front of me.

"San?"

"You're back?"

They exclaimed simultaneously, baffled and surprised with my sudden return. I'm glad that they haven't forgotten me and remembered my face despite me looking at my sixties now. Glad I'm not alone growing old.

"Yes, I just came back. How are you? And who's this beautiful lady here?" I asked, pertaining to the person called 'Ria' as I was confused on why she looked exactly like Lia.

Yeosang chimes, "This is our daughter, Ria. She's married now to Jongho's son." Ria nodded, bowing to me as a sigj of respect. "Pleasure to meet you, Sir San."

"Pleasure to meet you too." I smiled then eyed Yeosang in confusion.

He mouthed, 'I'll tell you later'

Seonghwa claps, "Okay San, why don't you come inside?"

I shook my head, "No need, I just want to stop over to say hi and I have to visit Wooyoung. It would help if you would tell me where he is."

Seonghwa smiled, "Wooyoung has been waiting for you for so long. He's at Seoul's Medical Center."

"Seoul's Medical Center? Is he alright?" My heart dropped when I heard that my baby is in the hospital.

"It's a miracle that he's recovering from cancer. You know he smoked a lot ever since you left. Although he battled for his life because he's always thinking about you."

I feel numb all of a sudden. The thought of Wooyoung dying because of me...I will never forgive myself for it. I sighed, removing that thought away. What is important is I am here now, and will vow to myself that I'll be able to make him happy again.

"Tell me where he is. I need to see him now."

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The moment I stepped into the hospital, all I could feel was chills and goosebumps. I was excited but mostly sorrowful and guilt that I left Wooyoung alone for forty years.

My heart started to pace faster. The fact that Wooyoung stayed loyal and faithful to me was something else. It made me tear a little, knowing that he waited for me for that long.

"Mr. Jung is at room 107, third flood. Are you perhaps a relative, sir?"

I nodded at the receptionist, "Yes, thank you." I continue to go upstairs to find Wooyoung's room number.

And at last, I found Room 107.

I took a deep breath, anxious on what Wooyoung's reaction will be. Will he be mad because I took so long?

I'm about to find out.

I knocked on the door then anticipated for a reply.

Then a nurse opened the door, revealing a grey-haired young lady with a light smirk on her face. "Oh San! How nice it was to see you."

What the fuck?

"Minji? What are you doing here? Why are you dressed like this?" My brows furrowed, not believing that she's here in the real world. "I told you that I want to be a mortal now and independent from you. Why can't you let me go?"

She rolled her eyes in return, "Where are your manners? I know I look young and hot, but don't forget I'm still your mother."

I scoffed, "I'm grateful that you created me." I gritted my teeth when my face is a few inches from hers, "But I had enough of being your puppet. Tell me why are you here?"

I felt a sudden hand on my jaw, squeezing it hard as my body almost jolted at Mother's direct contact with me.

"Don't you speak to me with that tone, Kim San." She muttered under her breath, "You should be thankful." She added as she threw my jaw to the side which cracked my neck a little bit.

I got even more furious, "Thankful for what? Bringing my life into misery? Was the forty year journey not enough for you?" I spat.

"Oh well it was more than enough. I just felt like something is not right..." Mother looked up to the ceiling, pretending to think hard, "Oh yes! Wooyoung was dying of stage 3 lung cancer."

"So you knew about this?" I was baffled, my heart stung knowing that she kept it from me. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Relax, son." She chuckled, "I knew how much you loved him, so I decided to give you what you wanted." She grinned acting as if there was a halo above her.

My shoulders deflated, letting out a deep sigh, "S-So...you cured him from cancer?"

Her smiled faltered quickly, "Of course I did. I did it for you because I love you and I want you to be happy."

Not believing the words spat out of her mouth, "You love me? That's a first."

"I hate saying it. I really do. But it's true, that's why I'm letting you go. You're more than a messenger, San." She smiled at me before cupping my cheeks, "Take care of yourself, okay? I'm giving you your forty years back. Spend time with him and cherish him. I'm guiding you from above."

That was her last words before vanishing in front of me.

I can't help but tear again. The feeling was overwhelming, but in the end, I am happy that Mother is still empathetic enough to save my Wooyoung.

I did not hesitate to open the door and there I saw him.

Beautiful. Wrinkly and weary, but still beautiful.

I walked towards him to view him closer; his eyes were closed, lips formed into a small smile, hair a little disheveled with some white strands showing. My eyes darted to his veiny hand. Without hesitation, I gently hold it and intertwined his fingers with mine.

Wooyoung's eyes stirred open. My heart started to palpitate but I was in joy when I saw him smiling at me.

"I hope I'm not dreaming again, Sannie."

I chuckled as I kissed his hand, "Have you been dreaming of me, bub?"

I saw how his tears strolled down from his eyes, "So it is you? Are you real? Are you finally back for me?"

"Do you want to find out, my love?"

I leaned in to kiss the lips I have been dying for. The way our lips matched and danced in synchronization felt really euphoric. The feeling of his lips pressed on mine feels like there's a zoo inside my stomach. Oh how much I missed him. It even feels the same after forty years.

"I missed you." I mumbled while caressing his cheek.

"I missed you too, Sannie. Please don't leave again. I've been fighting my cancer for five months because I still want to be with you."

I bit my inner cheek, trying not to cry even more. It's painful to know that he suffered a lot when I was away. But he still chose to fight all because he loves me.

"Promise me, Woo. Don't smoke again. I've stopped smoking years ago." I told him.

He scratched his nape, "I only smoked because I missed you."

"Well now that I'm here, I am going to fulfill my promise. To travel the world with you, to take care of you, to make you happy. I'll promise to make it up to you."

"You better 'cause I'm getting old now."

His sassy side never left him. How adorable.

"I love you, Sannie."

I gifted him a grin and a peck on his lips, "I love you too, Wooyoungie."

I could care less if we grew old but still act like teenagers in movies. What matters what, I am going to grow old with him. My Wooyoung.