Accidents Deux

It is a struggle to have ideas leave you, but an even greater struggle and more frustrating to have an idea then words leave you.

I tried to squeeze out every happy cell in my body and tried to write another fanfiction--something happier this time, something upbeat and lively, and this is the end result. Ssory lettuce eating folks, this is the happiest I can deliver so far. Well, it's not really happy, just more positive compared to the last two I wrote...

When I heard about Hyunjoong's accident, I tried not to get overly worked up and/or excited because the kid just seems to surprise us every time (hinting at past sc*nd*ls and incidents). Although I never really made a big deal out of those little bits of news, I still made up my mind not to pay too much attention because I could not risk my barely beating ssangchu heart.

But some nosy little jbphers were spazzing, saying the accident happened in Gangnam and that Shimty's office was also located in that area.... So this is the product of my silly joongbo imaginations...

It's not in anyway related or connected to Accidents(my other fic about Hwangbo's accident), but since one of them was involved in yet another accident, I decided to call it Accident Deux.

This is for all those asking for a 'happy' one shot (esp Gaga—my ever loyal blogspot reader...i visited your blog the other day and I was so amazed and happy with your spazz compilation)

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The glum melancholy of the days slowly passing by is making him a drab. Not too long ago, he was put in the same situation. Now, he was isolating himself from the rest of the world. Not because he wanted to, but because the rest of his posse were busy with their own lives. He does not quite get it nor understand the situation at all. He was supposedly busy preparing of their up and coming album promotions, CF shooting, photo shoots for magazine covers, interviews, rehearsals. His days were actually busy, but often times, he found himself wandering in treacherous waters he was supposed to keep out of.

It was not exactly a happy memory. It was something he regretted and will continue to long for as days go by. How he let something so precious slip through his hands is a mystery, and each time he thinks about it, he either wants to just run and hide or end up wanting to hit his silly head with a sledgehammer.

No matter how he thinks about it or no matter how many times he regrets it, the bottom line is: HE LET HER GO.

He sat behind the wheel, blankly staring at the quiet streets.

The choreographers and the dancers together with all the SS501 members finished yet another physically draining five hour dance rehearsal. They were beat and tired. Hyunjoong did not mean for them to end up in a small restaurant, but they all wound up drinking their tired ass off. Three hours quickly passed by, and twenty two empty Suju bottles lay on the long table.

The dancers already left, leaving the five beautiful boys behind.

“Managernim, will be so pissed to see us right now!”, Hyungjun announced, flailing his arms around with his eyes half closed and a smile pasted on his wasted face.

“Kyujung, take him home, will you? He's wasted already”, Hyunjoong said sternly. That was the leader in him talking.

“Yahhh!! Kim Hyunjoong hyung!!! I am not drunk! I can take care of myself!!”, Hyungjun half screamed, his eyes still half closed.

“Yahhh, we are not drunk yet. Ahjumma!! One more bottle here please!!”, Jungmin added barely able to keep himself from sitting upright.

“Saengie, take the horse home. Let's call it a night..”, with that Hyunjoong stood up and left the table without even looking back.

He was miffed that Jungmin and Hyungjun were drunk already. He was the one who was supposed to get drunk. He was the one who was supposed to pass out. He was the one who was supposed to be so wasted that his members would want to leave him on the cold sidewalk. But no, he was fine. He was not near intoxication of any sort. All he wanted was to get rid of the emptiness and the loneliness inside his heart. It was like a black hole ready to eat him up alive.

As he sat quietly behind the wheel, he began to feel the pain he had been suppressing deep in the recesses of his heart. It was stupid that he keeps on longing to hear her laugh or taste the food she cooks, but it was more stupid that he did not make a move when they said goodbye at Mount Halla. He wanted her so badly, but he wanted a successful career at the same time. Thinking that she would be a hindrance was outrageously foolish on his part because now, he was a mess and that alone is an understatement. Now, it seemed everything he was doing had no meaning, no sense.

He turned his attention on the black van that passed by him. Although the windows were heavily tinted, he thought the Plate Number was familiar. Unconsciously, he revved up the engine and followed the van. He made a right turn when the van did, a left when the van turned left. Soon, he was in a familiar neighborhood. He had been here before. He has been here to stalk before. His best friend, Jaejoong was once forced to go with him.

“Why don't you just go out, go to the reception area, ask if she's in there?”, Jaejoong once asked him when he drove out to the same place with his friend. “I feel like we're stalkers here.”

“Stop complaining, will you?”, Hyunjoong scoffed. “Oh by the way, I'm not stalking her, I just wanted to get a glimpse before I leave for Japan again.”

“Dude, you're stalking!”, Jaejoong quipped then adjusted his seat. “Anyway, stalkers do not admit they stalk other people, just like drug addicts and alcoholics.”

Unfortunately for Hyunjoong, she never came that day.

Hyunjoong slowed down when the black van pulled to a stop.

His lips twitched upwards as a beautiful maiden stepped out. Finally, he saw her again. She smiled abruptly at the building's security guard and then to an employee who came out to greet the man walking behind her.

He was so focused on the woman he did not notice a lamp post and a tree in front of him. Before he knew it, everything went red, blood red. Shattered car windows broke right before his eyes. He stepped on the brakes, but it was too late. The car's bumper rammed up to the sidewalk gutter, then the lamp post. The screeching sound of rubber coming in contact with the galvanized road was deafening and the ringing of his car alarm echoed all over the neighborhood.

His gaze never left the woman as she turned around to see what was going on. Her face turned from a smile to shocked and fearful. She was running, running towards him. But everything went black as he passed out. The last thing he heard was a siren and screams from passers by.
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Hyunjoong raised his bruised arm to shield his eyes from the bright white light.

'Am I in heaven?', he asked himself.

He looked around then realized he was lying in a hospital bed, alone in the hospital room. He quickly concluded that the accident must have been real, but the vision of Hwangbo running towards him and his dishevelled car might have been just his mind playing tricks on him.

He sat up and faced the window, contemplating, thinking of excuses to tell his manager, hoping to cover up the fact that he was in front of Shimty's Building when the accident happened. Then his mind drifted off to the person he saw just before his car came crashing on the post.

“Joongah..”, a soft raspy voice filled the room.

Hyunjoong was frozen from where he sat. Her voice was familiar. 'She's here?', he asked himself, excited, afraid.

He slowly turned towards her. He and his excited heart fell silent.

“Are you okay?”, she asked, her face was filled with worry.

“Are you still in pain?”, Hyori asked again.

He did not answer. He just stared at her, disappointed. It was like being splashed with ice water.

“Are you hurt?”, she asked again, her voice raspier and hoarse than usual.

“Noona...”, he finally spoke, “Why is your voice like that?”

Hyori laughed, “I just came from three performances. Why? Why? I was not the hospital visitor you expected, right?”

Hyunjoong fell silent.

“Busted!!”, Hyori teased him. “Or should I call you stalker now??”

“Do you always do this? Huh? God, you're becoming scary, Joongah...”, she continued to tease him.

“I was just... I was just missing her..”, he shyly offered his explanation, but Hyori burst out laughing upon hearing this.

“Why are you here anyway? I mean, how did you know?”, he asked trying to change the subject.

“I was around the area when we passed by your manager outside the hospital. He and I are friends, you know since I was from the same company, so he told me. You are so dead, Joongah err Stalker..”, she continued teasing him.

When Hyori left, Hyunjoong was alone again in the room. He was thirsty, but was too shy to ask the Nurses for some water. He opted to take a stroll to the nearest vending machine. He slowly walked towards the door relying entirely on the crutches he was supplied with. The hallway was almost empty, just a few nurses walking around doing their rounds and some visitors getting ready to leave.

His eyes fell on the woman sitting on the bench down the hallway. Her hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail. Not a trace of make up covered her face. Her big white shirt was hanging limply on her bare shoulders and had spots of what seemed like blood in different areas. Her legs were well covered but their marvelous shape was revealed by the skin tight black leggings she wore. She wore a flat pair of flip flops and her feet were firmly planted on the vinyl floors. She had a blank expression, quietly staring into the space before her. The hands on top of her legs were slightly shaking.

'It's now or never...', the words echoed on his brain as he approached Hwangbo and sat beside her.

“You visiting someone, Buin?”, he asked, trying on a cool, uninjured voice.

Hwangbo snapped out of her quiet reverie. She turned to look at the man beside her. Her chin quivered a bit, her eyes blazed with anger.

“YAH!!”, she almost screamed at him, her hands though still shaking, hit his shoulders, hard.

“Are you trying to get killed? Drinking and driving, what were you thinking?”, she continued, not minding that Hyunjoong was wincing in pain after she hit him. “I was worried when I saw your car crashing and colliding with that lamp post...”

'So that explains the blood stains', he said to himself, 'So, my mind was not playing tricks on me after all..'

“But when the doctor said, you had been drinking... Yahhh!!! Kim Hyunjoong!!!”, her lips quivered and tears started running down her already tear stained cheeks. She was unable to continue what she was saying as she tried to control her sobs.

In that instant, Hyunjoong hated himself for making her cry, but seeing her cry for him, seeing her cry because she was worried about him, made him smile and feel warm inside.

He took her in his arms. Finally, he was able to hold her close.

“Shhh..”, he tried to pacify her uncontrollable sobs. “I'm fine.. See...”

He held her tighter in his arms.

Hwangbo stopped crying, but she stayed in his embrace. Being there, trapped in his strong arms, gave her peace of mind.

“No more drinking and driving, alright?”, she whispered, trying hard for her voice not to croak. She pulled herself out of his embrace to make sure she sees his response.

Hyunjoong nodded, “I promise”. He pulled her in his strong embrace again.

“And no more stalking..”, he whispered,suppressing his chuckles.

Hwangbo crinkled her nose in confusion, “Hmmm?? What do you mean?”