Compassion

Note: This was done on a whim and typed very quickly, so forgive me for the errors. And also, I could not decide if this is Joongbo or Yunbo (because apparently, the second ship is still actively sailing as I watch Xman and Loveletter again--hahahaha!!!), but for sure, THIS IS A HWANGBO FIC!!!

Comments and suggestions are still and as always VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!!
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It was one of those rare nights where you and your muse were actually able to go out and have a nice, sumptuous dinner in a restaurant without having fans hound, film or take pictures of you, then end up in those tabloids.

It’s been months since you and her were able to do anything like this. You have been busy and so was she.

You eye her talking to an old couple waiting for a table at the reception area. Her eyes glittered as the old woman complimented her dark blue dress that hugged her beautiful form nicely. You took pride on how beautiful she was and will always be despite her age.

The waiter smiled as he handed you your take out, “Thank you and I hope your wife enjoys the take out, Sir.”

You smiled back at him.

‘I’m pretty sure she will..’, you thought.

You walk up to her and hand her the brown paper bag.

“Ooooh, Komawo…”, she clapped her hands happily as she took it.

It was a beautiful night. The stars were out, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the dark blue velvet night sky. The night wind was cool and relaxing. The traffic was light and colourful firefly-like lights made the city look like wonderland.

It seemed like nothing could possibly go wrong that night.

You smiled as she turned on the car radio and adjusted your iPod. The soothing R’n’B rhythm filled the Cayenne as you released the hand brake.

It was going to be one of those smooth sailing drives you enjoyed with her so much.

As both of you cruised the quiet neighborhood, she started singing. Although she sang the wrong English lyrics, you praised her. It was you who always sang for her, so each time she hummed a tune, you listened carefully and just enjoyed.

But she suddenly stopped and squeezed your arm while holding her breath. Her eyes fixed on something she saw on the street. There was terror and fear in her eyes, but it was soon replaced with pain and pity.

“Stop the car!!”, she said, “Stop the car!!”

You looked at her, baffled, but you stop the car anyway.

She fixed her gaze on the take-out you ordered for her, then she looked at you.

“Mianhe, Yeobo..”, she whispered, tears about to spill from her eyes.

“Mianhe..”, with that she jumped out of the car and walked out.

You watched her through the rear view mirror.

She was approaching a young teenager on the street. The adolescent was carrying a baby in her right arm and holding a crying toddler on her left hand. They were sitting beside a garbage bin, obviously searching for food. She patted the toddler’s head and said some words you could not make out. She handed over the brown take-out bag to the teenager who looked exhausted and about to tear up. She then took off her leather coat and wrapped it around the young ladies’ shoulders, and walked back towards the car.

You could not help but smile as you watch her rubbing her arms for some heat while walking on the cold, empty sidewalk.

You were then reminded of one of the many reasons why you were so in love with her.

She had a heart of gold, and that is JUST one of the many reasons why IT IS ALWAYS HER AND IT HAS TO BE HER UNTIL FOREVER.