Again

First, I just have to do this:

Kahansamnida *bows*

I really did not think people will actually read those fics because they were stamped REJECT after I re-read them. So, thanks for reading and visiting my blog. Hugs and kisses to y'all.

Shoutouts:

Gaga: Thanks for your comments on both Accidents 2.5 and Blush, and also for my Yunho fangirling posts. You seem to be reading my mind.. Nyahahha...

Nvrsayalvida: Awwwww, thanks for taking the time to visit my blog and liking my fic.

Athena5914: Ooh, I'm glad I made your day a tad bit happier. Kahit naman inaaway-away mo ako at pinipilit agawin c yunho sa akin, nagsulat pa din ako ng happy fic... Cge, pabayaan na kita for now... Pero tandaan mo, akin pa din ang huling halakhak...

Ryuuki: Hi 5!!! Awww, thanks for the comment. I really did not think people would read Blush because oh well, it was after all a REJECT. I'm really loving your story (Dream Concerto), too. I would love it even more if you give us an update everyday. Nyahahha... And that was not a demand, but a request...

segway...Lovekathy21: I'm so head over heels in love with U-know who kath... Waaaah, our boy with crooked teeth is now a handsome Ahjussi.. Male version ng: the baby is now a lady. Kekekeke^^

Hmmmm, I was silently staring at my laptop yesterday after posting Blush in my blog, dreading to go back to work. Then this idea came up, so I opened a new word document and decided on the title, but that was it. It was just an empty word document until the end of the day.

Good thing work was boring, so I got enough time to explore and think about the possibilities. Hammering myself with questions like: What was she doing in a cozy little nook in Pusan when SS501 is said to be going there tomorrow for a fan signing?

Tada!! This is the product of Bruha's silly imaginations.

I hope this is not too confusing. Those italicized parts are mostly things that happened in the past, things our heroine is trying to recall.

Please let me know what you think... Leave me some comments...Pretty please??

Ideas, Suggestions, Corrections are very much appreciated.

Ooooh, by the way, I borrowed lyrics from Janet Jackson's Again (Gaaahh, I just lurpe that song kahit sbe ni Pammy, cheesy daw..), so credit goes to Miss Jackson.

~*~

The last few faint rays of the moon left traces of golden patterns on the tiled floor of the quiet room. As it illuminated the space near the tall windows, you sit patiently, listening to the even breathing and watching keenly as his chest rose and fell in a resonating rhythm.

Streaks of the sun's orange glow began to overtake the velvety darkness over the horizon marking the start of a new day. You imagine the people starting to get up and get ready to start their mundane lives as the roosters began to crow and the birds outside began to whistle happy tunes.

“Noona, this is Kyujong.”, the events that happened yesterday evening started to play in your head.

“I know it's been a long time since we saw or even talked to each other, but we have a favor to ask from you”, he continued, his tone serious.

“This is Jungmin, Noona.”, another voice came on the phone. “I think you know Hyung got into an accident, right?”

You remember so well how your throat started to constrict and how your mouth suddenly went dry.

“He's in pretty bad shape, Noona.”, Jungmin continued.

You licked your lips as if preparing for an even worse news.

“We attended the Dream Concert earlier, and although we only sang ballads, he was really in pain even after taking his medications.”

“He could barely lift his right arm nor bend down to take a bow.”

“He nearly collapsed backstage.”

“Noona, I know this might sound a bit too much, but can you stay with him? Can you take care of him?”, Jungmin asked, hoping for a positive answer.

“Hwangbossi, this is Manager Lee”, an older man's voice interrupted.

“I know you cut whatever ties you had a long time ago, but Hyunjoong needs you right now. He won't like this idea or plan, he won't like us bothering you, but you're our last, only and best option.”

You smiled a bit as you sat in your quiet, dark corner, thinking how cute the young masters would have looked. Apparently, it was Younsaeng's suggestion. Hyungjun had your number, but he would have messed things up with his 'suave' speech. So, Kyujong volunteered himself after Jungmin dialed your number and shoved the phone to his ear. Manager Lee heard the boys' plan, and immediately went with it.

The quiet knocking on your apartment door snapped you out of your panic stricken meandering.

You opened the door immediately and hoped it was Junjin or Andy or Jeewon or Euni or Boram or anyone who can calm you down, but it was Jaejoong and Micky.

“Annyeong, Hwangbo Noona.”, Micky could not help but smile. He blushed like a high school boy who just saw his first crush. She was after all his ideal woman and crush for the longest time.

“Noona, we came to pick you up.”, Jaejoong spoke.

“Hyunjoong was immediately sent to Pusan right after their performance. Saengie called us awhile ago, so, are you...will you...??”, DBSK's 4D member started to stutter.

Seeing Hyunjoong's best friend so serious scared the living s.hit out of you, and unconsciously, you gave the duo a nod.

You stared blankly at the window as the orange haze turned a darker shade of yellow, revealing the magnificent landscape outside and the view from the penthouse—a stretch of roofs in various colors and made of assorted materials, the long winding gray streets, and further down the brilliant blue sea.

But the impressive view could never makeup for the frightening experience and the worry that kept you from thinking straight.

Seunghyun who waited inside his car managed to drive all four of you to Pusan in an hour. It had been quiet inside Seunghyun's SUV for most of the ride. Apparently, none of you were chatty when you were nervous. Only Seunghyun's blaring hip-hop music blared on the radio, and when SS501 songs started to play, he immediately pressed the next button. That's when you realized, you were not the only trying to keep your mind off Hyunjoong's current state.

Stepping outside the car was nerve-wracking. Micky, Jaejoong and Seunghyun were not able to stay long, they were not even able to see Hyunjoong, as they had commitments the next morning.

You knocked on the door quietly, hoping to see Hyungjun's happy face, but a nurse opened it instead.

“Hwangbossi..”, she said. “I've been expecting you.”

Your heart pounded nervously, ready to jump out of your chest. It would have helped to see the other young masters, but they were not there.

“They had to leave after Hyunjoongssi fell asleep. Manager Lee said they were expected at the Dream Concert's after party.”, the nurse offered an explanation.

You nodded then asked, “Can I see him?”

“Of course”, she smiled. “But he's asleep now, and probably won't be waking up until tomorrow morning. The doctor gave him a sedative and several other painkillers”

Nurse Shin opened the door to the suite, it had been dark and the atmosphere was dreadfully quiet inside. Only the moon illuminated the room through the open windows.

Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach when you saw him. Helpless. Weak. Powerless. Hurting.

It was something you could not even dare to imagine. It pained you a lot to see him in his drug induced state. On your way to Pusan, somehow, you imagined him to be at least sitting upright, eating porridge perhaps or watching TV.

But seeing him like this shot daggers to your heart and you suddenly feel guilty even if you knew it was not your fault.

Warm moisture began to block your vision, and before you knew it, you were beginning to sob.

“He's gonna be fine, Hwangbossi.”, Nurse Shin tried to lull you. “He just needs to really rest and take his medicines.”

“You should rest, too. You've had a long day, I could tell..”, she continued. “Manager Lee prepared the other room for you to sleep in and I've asked the Innkeeper to send your bags there.”

You shook your head, “I'll just stay here.”

Nurse Shin understood and left you alone.

And so you sat there, all night long, until the roosters started crow and the sun broke free from it's dark velvet mask.

Morning was in full bloom, and a new day is about to unfold. You shifted your gaze from the marvelous view to an even more spectacular sight. You feel a certain warmth in your chest as you watched him sleeping peacefully.

You sighed, surrendering to the feeling, and thought:

I am here and I am falling in love with you again...

You stood by his bedside, like you did a couple of times that night, checking on his IV tube, adjusting the blanket, feeling his forehead for fever.

You did not know why, but you gently took his hand and squeezed it softly as if giving it warmth on a winter's day.

He must have felt your gentle squeeze because he suddenly flickered his eyes.

You tried to let go of his hand the moment you noticed that he was awake, but he held on to it.

'Hwangbo Noona', you expected him to say, but he stayed quiet for a moment, taking his time and letting his eyes adjust to the sunlight that filled his room.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “Hwang Buin..”, he whispered.

You nearly choked upon hearing how he called you. It's been a long time since he called you that. You did not notice it, but your cheeks began to turn a darker shade of pink. It felt oh so good to hear him call you that.

“You're here...”, he continued and smiled so handsomely, you thought you could have died a million deaths just to see it.

You stood there, just looking at him, taking pleasure in the warmth of his hand and his smile.

He was just as glad to see you as you were glad to see him awake and out of harm's way.

You silently enjoyed the feeling and the stillness of the new morning. Blissful. Contented.

'Hold me', you thought. 'Don't ever let me go. Say it, just one time. Say you love me. God knows, I do love you again...'