Reasons

I feel bad for not being able to console my evil sole sis (Jobibee) tonight, and for that, I AM SSORY!! I know a lousy fic I whipped up in the two to three hours that I could not get in to any sites is not enough, but I still hope it'll make you feel warm, fuzzy and pink again.

To Lovekathy21, I don't always write tragic FFs, sometimes I write mushy fics, too!! Nyhahahaha..

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There were times in your life that when asked why you loved her so, all you could do was smile because your brain becomes empty and your mouth runs dry.

Reasons leave us. Sometimes, for good. But there are those beautiful moments, when they come back. And there are even more awe-inspiring times, when they multiply right before our very eyes.

You watch with gentle, calm eyes as she sways her head softly to the melodic, jazzy sounds created by the fusion of drums, saxophone, bass guitar and piano.

You were once passionate about playing the guitar, and it amuses you that she knows your secret desires and whims because sometimes, she gives in to them, no matter how unreasonable, no matter how shallow. You were completely engrossed with playing the base guitar again, but you were far more enthralled to see her smiling and enjoying herself.

You've met her several hundred times in the studios, maybe some events, a few shows, and perhaps common friends' parties in the past. Back then, there were a few things that you remember when her name is mentioned. There were three to be exact: her boisterous laughter which was enigmatically infectious, the giant tattoo that ran through her back which shouted bold, independence and freedom, and her energy be it day or night.

The two of you were two different creatures, living very different lives with two different outlooks, different perspectives. The two of you were just plain DIFFERENT. But amazingly enough, all those differences seemed to have vanished when you got to know her better through the show.

In the beginning, you thought fate was harsh, cruel even. The heavens seemed to have fallen on you when you saw her driving the red top-down car. Dismay would be an understatement to how you felt that very moment. For one, she was older than you by six years. She was bright and bubbly, and you were glum, statue-like and you hardly even talk around strangers. She was dark skinned and tomboyish, and you liked fair skinned, cutesy girls. So, you thought this on screen marriage would become a total failure.

You do not know when exactly your wrong perception of her started to crack, but it just did.

You do not know when exactly you started feeling something for her. Feelings that were totally different from those of a school boy when he sees his crush because yours were more.. So much more that words could define.

The crowd applauded as you and the band ended your last song. They seemed satisfied and happy. You seemed more relaxed now, far different from the fuming Hyunjoong that you were when you came home.

You searched the crowd, their faces marked with contentment, but you do not need their approval, the only approval you need is from her—the woman you promised to continue to woe and please for the rest of your life.

You looked around searching for that woman with black straight hair, aristocratic nose, full luscious lips and cat-like, almond eyes, but you could not see her. She was not on the spot where she sat and listened to you and the band playing Jazz music.

You frantically try to remember what she was wearing today, but all you could think of was that it was glittery.

“Dammit!!”, you curse at your bad memory, 'How can I forget what she was wearing today??'

You were so wrapped up in your anger a few hours ago that she had to drag you out of the apartment and brought you here, a place you did not know existed deep in the busy streets of Seoul.

You were sulking like a spoiled little boy that you barely noticed what she was wearing or how she took you here. All you remembered is being pushed inside a dimly lit, low key bar, her talking to a man behind the counter, then she walked over to you struggling with the weight of bass guitar that she handed over to you. Somewhere between talking to the rest of the band members and the first few notes of the lovely melody, you were lost in the music.

When the first song ended, you opened your eyes and found her smiling happily at you. The glumness and anger seemed to have disappeared. All the pressure and stress were gone.

You smiled back at her and mouthed, 'Thank you'. And you wonder how she knew that music and playing the guitar soothes your tired, unhappy nerves.

After putting back the guitar inside the black case, you step off the podium. It did not take long before you smiled again, the sight of her makes you giddy and excited, your heart goes thump, thump in a jazzy, blue-zzy type of rhythm.

“Oppa!! You look very handsome on stage!! Can I have your signature please?”, Hwangbo beamed at you and handed you a bouquet of Sunflowers.

“Ahh, thank you.. You have to ask my Manager if I'm allowed to sign autographs though. She was here somewhere wearing something glittery.”, you joked as you wrapped your arms around her.

“But seriously, what's with the 'Oppa'?”, you asked her.

She giggled, “Didn't you say before that you liked being called Oppa by your fans? I am a big fan, Oppa!!”

You laughed heartily, “But for this particular fan, I just want to be called Shillang...”

You swung her over to your arms and lifted her off her feet, dropping the bouquet. Before she could protest, you kissed her. A torrid, passionate kiss that left her gasping afterward.

You smiled, then all the reasons why you love her very much came flooding back and multiplied a hundredfold.

6 comments:

LvKprogram said...

Execellent!

\M/

My heart filled with joy and big ^_________^

Anonymous said...

wohoooo!!! lurve it!!!

-kat-

Anonymous said...

good job good job.....

^^

Anonymous said...

bru i dont know what happened to you lately! pro napaka chessy ng mga fic mo ngayon! hahahahaha! but still i like it! the best ka pa rin!

love you bru!

athena

GaGa said...

Bruha,

Thx!! BoBo \^o^/!!
This is how amazing our Hye Jung is right?!!
How could Hyun Joong escape? And how lucky Hyun Joong has her?

I hope Hye Jung get well soon!!
Coughing Go Away, Her Life Coughing, please go away!!

Jobibee said...

aww Bru... the last line did it for me.

"You smiled, then all the reasons why you love her very much came flooding back and multiplied a hundredfold. "

and i'm not even thinking joongbo here. am thinking of my mom...

i received a mail from her, and that line upstairs summed up how i felt. it was stupid of me to go on ranting, depressing, and sulking while mom was all alone, having therapy. hu!

thanks bru. it meant a lot having you around.