Kim Nana & Lee Yoon Sung - Ending Continuation Fanfic - Chapter 14

Nana stood in front of Yoon Sung at his terminal and sighed. “Don’t rush anything. Take your time to settle things.” She said. “Abba [Dad], don’t rush because of me, I’ll be waiting patiently.” Nana pointed to her stomach and said in a slightly higher baby voice.

Yoon Sung laughed at Nana and slightly touched her stomach. “I’ll be back in a week or two hopefully.”

Nana was really enjoying the way they have handled her pregnancy. At first, Yoon Sung was still a bit uneasy with the fact that he was going to be a father. But after a day of thinking, he started taking the news more positively. Thus changing Nana’s mood drastically back to normal. The only thing Nana was very worried about was marriage. She was afraid the baby would rush him into marriage and rush them both into marriage when they were still not ready. But then again, they weren’t ready for a baby either.

“Yah, be careful. Don’t show off your Judo moves too much, it might hurt the baby. I asked Eun Jung to look after you.”  

“Why would I have to use my Judo flips on anyone when you’re not here? You’re the only one that I use it on…” Nana laughed. “And plus, I’m a grown adult, I think I can look after myself…”

“You’re carrying a child though.” He retorted.

Nana grinned at Yoon Sung as he pulled her into a hug. “I will be back in at most 3 weeks…” Yoon Sung said while stroking her long hair in an embrace.

“Don’t worry about me. You think I can’t handle being away from you? I’m much tougher than that.” Nana hugged him back.

“I’m about to board my plane so I have to leave.” He looked down.

“I hope you arrive safely.” Nana smiled at Yoon Sung and planted an unexpected kiss on his lips. It was a sweet kiss. It wasn’t one of those passionate kisses or very sloppy and heated kisses. It was just a lip to lip soft and sweet kiss. Nana wasn’t a big fan of PDA (Public Display of Affection) but she knew it was in her place to give him a kiss. That was the least she could do for him.

In all honesty, Nana knew she wasn’t going to miss Yoon Sung too much. She had survived 28 years without Yoon Sung and one week wouldn’t kill her. She wasn’t one of those girls that couldn’t survive without a man. She was better than that. She didn’t worry about herself. She worried about Yoon Sung. Just like how he wouldn’t come home when they first started living together (before they started dating), she would get worried. She wanted to know what he was doing all the time. She didn’t want to lose him.

Yoon Sung pulled away and smiled at her. A genuine and true smile. He hugged her briefly for a few seconds and finally spoke. “I have to go now. It’s only going to be one or two weeks.” He let go of her and started to back up a bit.

“I’ll be fine.” And Nana was speaking the truth. She didn’t feel upset. She didn’t feel any negative feelings actually. But she knew it was going to hit her when she couldn’t find him in the house tomorrow morning. She would eventually miss him, maybe not much because she expected his return. But just a little.

Nana walked over to Ahjumma who was next to Ahjussi, waiting for them to say their goodbyes and gave her a tight hug. “Go safely, Ahjumma.”

“I will, Nana.” Ahjumma gave her that motherly and warm smile. “Take care of Yoon Sung.” Nana whispered to her. “He might miss me a lot but won’t admit it.” Nana laughed a little.

Nana realized Yoon Sung had gotten better at admitting his feelings lately. He was not as isolated and cold anymore. She realized something that had changed ever since she met him in the airport. He no longer hid anything. He was free. He looked free. He was still the same old cocky but respectful Yoon Sung but had become a lot happier, like a knot had been untied.

Nana waved her goodbye at both Yoon Sung and Ahjumma along with Shik Joong Ahjussi. Ahjussi wasn’t going with them this time. And he was still staying at a hotel in Seoul. Even though he insisted on staying at an old friend’s place, Yoon Sung wouldn’t allow it because his old friends were all gamblers and drunks. He didn’t want Ahjussi to get into gambling like he use to again. Nana realized it was about time to return to America. They had to return soon. Ahjussi couldn’t stay in a hotel forever nor could Nana and Yoon Sung live with Eun Jung forever. But… when? That was the real question.

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Nana sat anxiously on her bed the next night. It was midnight and she was waiting for Yoon Sung to give her a call. She was worried already. She was worried about where he was and what he was doing.

As she sat there almost dozing off to sleep, her phone rang. She grabbed it immediately and slid the screen to answer her iPhone. “Yeobosaeyo [Hello – used when answering the phone].”

“Yah, Kim Nana.”

She smiled at the sound of Yoon Sung’s voice and rejoiced internally. “How was the plane ride?”

“It went smoothly. But I hate how they had an excess amount of carrots on the airplane food.” Yoon Sung answered. “We’re going to rest a night and then tomorrow morning, go to our lawyer.”

“You don’t have to rush things! You will have jet lag tomorrow!”

“I really don’t like legal issues. I just want to get it over with.” Yoon Sung sighed. “And plus, there’s a reason why we’re not returning to live in America yet. Someone’s still after me.”

“Who is it that’s after you? Can you please tell me who exactly…?”

There was a pause in their conversation as Yoon Sung thought about his answer. “I don’t even know. It’s someone that has a grudge on father.”

“Well, please stay safe.” Nana said through the phone in concern.

Yoon Sung was getting his luggage with his mother as he talked to Nana on the phone. While getting the luggage, he kept spotting a suspicious couple eyeing him. The couple sat near him on the plane so they were of Korean descent.

He knew they were not just looking around but looking for something. Yoon Sung ignored them, thinking that he was just being paranoid.

He walked with his mother to a taxi that would take them to his house.

As they sat in the cab, Yoon Sung got off of the phone with Nana. While he was looking at the rear view mirror from the back seat of the cab, he couldn’t help but notice the car behind them, which was driven by the male of the same couple eyeing him at the airport. Yoon Sung could feel his suspicion building… who could possibly be following him? It was not the Thai men because they were on the airplane with him from Seoul, so who were they?

“We’re changing our destination. Can you take a turn here real quick? Sorry…” Yoon Sung asked the cab driver in English.

The cab driver sighed in annoyance from the sharp and quick turn. Yoon Sung could see the couple’s car running a stoplight in order to continue following behind their cab. And after witnessing that, Yoon Sung was positive that they were following him. So he asked the irritated cab driver to take yet another quick turn by another stoplight. Although the driver was annoyed, he did what he was instructed when Yoon Sung offered to pay him extra tips.

After a couple of sharp turns and a confused Ahjumma, Yoon Sung had gotten rid of the followers.

“Yoon Sung-ah… what is going on?” Ahjumma asked out of confusion.

“It’s nothing…” Yoon Sung answered as he tipped the cab driver before getting out of the cab carrying both his and his mother’s luggage.

The cab drove away after he had gathered all his belongings into his empty home. Yoon Sung put the luggage down and stretched in exhaustion. “I’m so tired.”

Although Ahjumma was still confused and curious on what the deal was in the cab, she decided to stop bothering his tired son with questions. “Go rest a bit, I’ll make some food.”

“Aniyo [no], Umma!” He placed his hands on his mother’s shoulder from behind and led her into her room. “You must rest too.”

Yoon Sung’s mother smiled at her loving son and placed her hand on his. “Gwaenchanayo [I’m fine]. I slept on the plane and plus you seem hungry. You barely ate on the plane.”

Yoon Sung sighed and agreed to his mother’s plan. “Arasseo [Fine/okay]. I’ll go rest then. But if you’re tired, feel free to rest as well.” He left his mother’s room and into his room.

Yoon Sung collapsed on his bed and stared as his ceiling. For a while, his brain was thoughtless. He was just tired and staring into blank space. Then he turned to his side and realized there was a box in the corner of his room that was un-open. It was the stuff he boxed up to move to America and the box was probably full of things that were not necessities because he was almost completely sure he had unpacked all his boxes by now. He walked over to the box and opened it cautiously; discovering items he had packed that were considered delicate and fragile. As he went through all the items, there was that picture of Nana he had kept for 7 years, some boxes of his accessories, glass decorations, and things he either didn’t want to shatter while moving or were things considered important to him. After unpacking it and putting all the things on the ground, there was one thing that was packed within a smaller box. He thought about his packing procedures when he moved and remembered… it was the iPhone… it was Prosecutor Kim Young Joo’s phone that he had took from the place he had been killed.

Yoon Sung opened it carefully and was about to turn the phone back on… but then he remembered what Doctor Jin Sae Hee had asked him earlier that week. “…by any chance, do you possess Young Joo’s phone?”

Sae Hee deserved to have this phone. He was her husband after all. It was right of her to ask for this phone. But would she believe in him still after he had returned the phone? Would she start suspecting him since he had the phone?

Yoon Sung put the box with the iPhone in it on his nightstand. He was so tired of thinking… of thinking for other people. Right now, what he should be thinking about was his mother’s lawsuit and Nana’s pregnancy. There was no room in his brain for things related to his past identity. He was no longer the City Hunter so he should stop worrying and thinking about his past. The past is the past; the future is what I should be pondering about.

He sighed and grabbed the picture frame with Nana’s picture in it. He looked at the picture and sighed once again. “I hope you’re staying safe in Seoul.” He talked to Nana’s picture for the first time in one year.

There were things Yoon Sung would do anything for and those things were Nana, the child in Nana’s stomach, Ahjussi, and Umma’s welfare and happiness, for his City Hunter identity to be buried away forever, and a promising future. He was ready to let go of his past… but the question was, was the world ready to let go of it too?

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First thing, thanks for all the comments! You guys are awesome for sticking around commenting and checking reactions! >3<

I will try to get another chapter out by this Friday the 16th (I'm on American Eastern Timezone) because I will be going somewhere with my family for 9 days without Internet next week. So I will not be able to post another chapter until I come back. So I'll try to get the next chapter out before I leave. :3

I personally enjoyed this chapter. I love writing in Yoon Sung's POV. His thoughts are interesting :D


Sorry for this short chapter, that was the best place to end the chapter so... xD

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