Yong-soo woke from his sleep at 3:00 am in the night, April 12. He didn't even notice the cold sweat on him from having the horrible nightmare-it was just a night mare, hopefully. Yong-soo lied back onto bed and tried to go back to sleep, but the nightmare kept eating at him. He finally rose up from his bed and called a certain hospital.
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"Hello? Yes, this is a close friend of 앙드레 김. I'm just wondering..."
Yong-soo stood, staring at the corpse in front of him.
"I..." He felt someone putting a hand around his shoulder, but it didn't matter to him. Nothing mattered to him right then except that HE. ANDRE KIM. Had DIED. "I..." Yong-soo couldn't continue.
"Yong-soo..aru, I'm sorry..." Yao tried to comfort. Yong-soo felt himself chock up.
"He...you know, he was the first male fashion designer in Korea..." He felt all the memories flood back. "He...He worked in Paris too, you know..." He didn't realize, but think droplets of salty tears flowed down his face. "He...he was a kind man, and he was funny in his own way, and he...he...he liked to think of himself as a young, hip person...and..and he would make me laugh, making me try on his new clothes and stuff..." Yong-soo stepped closer to the cold body, what was left of a great person. "He...he used his last work on the fashion show in Beijing...I should have known he wasn't feeling well. He was important to me. He WAS. And I-I didn't even know he had a CANCER!" Yong-soo finally snapped. His knees buckled, and he was down to his knees, grabbing the cold hand of the dead fashion designer, screaming like his heart was ripping apart, since that's exactly what it felt like. It was times like these, when Yong-soo gets slapped with reality. That things aren't always happy, all fun and games. Even when he's a powerful country, he couldn't do a thing to help the people. It wasn't just Andre. There were many, many old people that were going to die soon. The people that have the knowledge of making traditional shoes, traditional furniture, traditional sculpture, traditional clothes...the knowledge that was passed down generation to generation...it was the modern world now, the skills had no one to pass it down to. The last people who have the knowledge, the skills, were going to die. With their skills buried with them.
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Short, and depressing. I must have disappointed you people who wanted something fluffy, but I was very shocked when he died. I don't know, I just heard his name from time to time on TV, he was always just ...he's gone. I never really liked him, with his weird hair and not-so-pretty clothes, but now that he's gone, I feel like I've never given him enough respect. I dedicate this to him, up in heaven.
(Oh, and this will be a 'story' with no connection to the chapter before/after it. This is going to be written with me and Min-ah-min –since she wanted to do it SO bad- and next chapter, Min-ah-min's going to write.) And yes, the chapters are going to be short.
앙드레 김- Andre Kim.