Ode to Divorce

Pairing: Dara-Lee Minho- Bom

Genre:  angst

Rating:  G

Length:  oneshot  783 words

Dara puts down the knife. Staring out to nowhere, she drifts away. She hadn't eaten a proper meal since that day. Thoughts were eating her instead. Minho liked her steak. He used to go home early. But not tonight. Tonight she is eating alone. But he won't be.

The food that I'm eating

Is suddenly tasteless

I know I'm alone now

I know what it tastes like

 It hasn’t even been a month, two weeks at most since he broke the news to her. "I don’t want to hurt you." "This is the only way." "Goodbye."~ Words that didn’t really make sense to her. It was too much for her small heart to bear. He wanted a divorce. He didn't love her anymore. He made that clear.

So break me to small parts

Let go in small doses

From the moment she wakes up she would think about him. For him, she would get up early in the morning, iron his clothes, prepare his things, and make him a wonderful breakfast. She would then wake him up gently and with her cheerful smile start his day bright. Just right before he steps out that door she would give him a kiss on the cheek and he would pat her back. Not looking back, he will head on to the car but she will run after him to give him the lunch she made. She will wait for him to come home and have dinner. He will say that it was great and go right to the bedroom and finish the work that was left of the day. He will fall asleep doing stocks and numbers. She will tuck him in and sleep quietly beside him, dreaming of him and their future sons and daughters. But all that are now things of the past. All her routines ended when he gave her that piece of paper. Right then and there everything changed. Getting up in the morning and merely living everyday became a chore.

  

But spare some for spare parts

There might be some good ones

Bomi has always been the barrier between them. Like a shining tower that casts a shadow where Minho lives in forever. Like a beautiful mold that Dara tries hard to fit in but falls short. Park Bom was perfect. Lovely. Kind. Smart. Sophisticated. Not to mention she was Minho’s first love. Theirs was a young love. A love that blossomed when they were too young to know that it was love. A love that blossomed even before Dara worked in the company of Minho’s family, met him, knew him, and fell for him. A love that everyone was sure of… until the day she left to follow her dreams in the states. Leaving Minho devastated. That is where Dara comes in.

Coming from a middle class family, Dara works really hard for her dreams. She wanted to be a lawyer. She works at the Lee's company in the morning and keeps other various jobs at night. Being a waitress. Selling street food. Baking cakes. Sewing dolls’ eyes. Peeling chestnuts. But all these were before she married Minho. She had forgone all her dreams of her own successful career to be a simple housewife. Someone who would just stay by his side: something that Bomi fail or should we say, refuse to be.

But now that Bomi is back in the picture, what is Dara left with? A divorce paper, a big bank account, a couple of cars, an empty house, other insignificant properties and a broken heart.

I need your money, it'll help me

I need your car and I need your love

Dara clears the table. Mindlessly puts away the food almost untouched. She goes to the empty bedroom and looks around. She picks up a brown paper envelope and slowly opens it. She takes out a piece of paper and lays it on the table.

You're talking to her now

And you've eaten something minty

And you're making that face that I like

And you're going in, in for the kill, kill

For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss

Somewhere in Seoul, Director Lee Minho is having steak. It almost tastes as good as the one Dara makes. He takes a sip of wine. His smile noticeably brighter than usual. Bomi was stunning in her purple dress. He drives her home. He gives her a kiss. Not a peck on the cheek. A real one. It was sweet. It was minty. It was perfect.

So won’t you help a brother out?

Won’t you help a brother out?

A teardrop falls on the clean sheet. It smudges the letters a bit. She signs it.

Ode to Divorce by firemoth_007 or Mayi is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.