This one was typed up fast because someone's birthday is coming up pretty soon and she wrote me a fic on my birthday as well. I'm returning the favor and only she has the power to make me type up and whip up a fic real quick (and because a wicked troll tried to rain on her parade (amidst the SS501 reunion earlier), so I am trying to cheer her up)..
Yeah, yeah, it's for you Bebe.. So stop whining and making kuleeeet!! I no longer do this, you know! So, I hope it does not suck..
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Bebe.. May all your dreams and wishes come true! God bless you always!
He quietly took his turn and stepped on the podium. The cameras start to flash. He adjusts the lapels of his suit and as if a switch inside him was turned on, he twitched his lips upward to a half smile, raised his right hand a bit and started waving, smiling for the reporters, photographers, even some fans who were present.
“Here, Hyun Joong!”
They all chimed together, but he was not exactly listening to them. He has a unique ability to tune out, perhaps block all those photographers. Instead, he takes that opportunity to look around, observe what was going on.
It was a quieter event, he went to this time. There weren’t as many photographers nor reporters. And just a very few fans (and thank God, they were not his fans—an idol could use some peace and quiet, and perhaps something ‘normal’ in his life every now and then). Of course, it’s a wedding he was attending after all.
He scanned the venue. He knew most of the attendees and guests. Most of them his Sunbaes in the business. Actors, actresses and comedians. He shrugs a little.
‘It’s going to be a long day..’, he murmurs inside his head. Although he has done two dramas now, he was still uncomfortable with actors and actresses, and maybe a little embarrassed because of the many bad reviews he has had with his acting abilities.
He continues scanning the crowd and finally, his expression becomes a little less stiff. He finally saw some people he spent some time with. ‘They were people he met from his previous marriage’, he recalls when he was taught on how he should regard Song Euni and Baek Boram. They were talking to the groom, Jung Jun Ha. Hyun Joong could not hear their hysterical laughter, but the guests sure did notice.
A few more clicks and he was off the hook.
He stepped out of the podium. Hyun Joong could not help but look at the group, still animatedly talking. This time the groom-to-be was no longer with them. Their laughter was spiraling around the room—infectious, happy, loud.
Song Euni suddenly felt self conscious. She looked around and noticed people looking at them, “Yah, keep your voices down. Everyone’s staring at us..”, she said.
Baek Boram’s face immediately turned as red as a tomato and quietly backed out, standing behind someone Hyun Joong did not see earlier.
She was wearing a navy blue silk halter dress that flowed carelessly around her knees. Her legs looked long and slender in her black pumps. Her hair was tied up in a loose pony tail as some tendrils lovingly touched her glowing face. She barely wears make up on but her cheeks seemed like they were tinted.
She looked like a glowing angel pretending to be human. She was (and this is an understatement) gorgeous, Hyun Joong noted, but then again she has always been gorgeous even when she fell asleep in his couch while waiting for him to arrive. She was his glowing angel pretending to be human.
He finally caught his Hye Jung’s eyes. She blinked, feeling embarrassed for their behavior.
From afar, it would look like nothing, but if one looks closer, one could see the sparks and hear the soft flapping of butterfly wings.
Hye Jung’s face flushed some more. He loved that after all these years he still had that effect on her.
Yes, it has been three years. They have been a couple for three years. Although, Hyun Joong would have wanted to shout to the world how much love he has for his woman, he had to respect her boundaries and do everything on her terms. Everything from no endorsements, collaborations, public appearance, mentions about each other were thought up by her. He had to admit though, it lasted this long partly because of their set up and mostly because they both wanted it to work out so badly.
Hyun Joong rolled his eyes at her. She pouted her lips then they twist up to a cute smile. This was her secret smile. The one she uses when she tries to make him feel better, the one she uses when she tries to tell him she loves him, the one she uses when she feels happy just by being in his arms. The smile she smiles only for him.
Hyun Joong finds himself smiling as he turns and walks away. He quietly fishes his iPhone from his pocket and types up a text message.
On the other end of the room, Hye Jung feels her purse vibrate. She quietly reads her message and flushes crimson, “Don’t use that smile on me, Woman! You know what it does to me. ;-) I can’t wait to have you all to myself. I’ll see you at home, my Love.”
So here's a purple cake for everyone.. I know JB USA met at KMF (hope you had a blast and enjoyed Ash Unni's yummy cuppy cakes) and JB PH had dinner somewhere..
Let's keep believing!!
This is so unlike the giddy Yunho+Heechul dream I posted a few years back..
It is for me a horrendous experience. Maybe Arirang+MTV China (Ella was super cute in that MTV I saw, by the way)+No Sleep Saturday+Margaritas+Epic Fail Barbecue Buffet caused this.
I'll just give you a summary of my so-called nightmare because having to give you a blow-by-blow story would mean I have to re-live that ordeal.
I don't know how I got there or why.. All I know is that I found myself seated in a cafe with a friend.
In front of us was a Korean woman. She was probably in her mid 30s. And we were talking (yes, ENGLISH!) I was completely drawn to her. She was very nice and down to earth and humble. And, she had a quirky sense of humor. Physically, she was a typical Korean, but she had darker complexion. She wore simple clothes (like the usual office attire--white blouse and square pants.. Nothing that says Fashionista). She had some make-up but it did not really hide her age.
We were talking and laughing. She had a bright, sunny yellow aura that made me admire her. She smiled a lot, too.
We were in the middle of a conversation when a guy came in and took the seat beside her. He kissed her.. On the lips.. In front of us!! He then murmured an apology about getting lost on the way to the loo. The woman smiled at him and said it was okay, and that there were people who kept her company anyway. She introduced us to her boyfriend.
When the guy faced us, I froze. My smile completely faded. How can it be that the guy in front of me was him? Gah! It couldn't be him. I mean he was Mr. Big Shot, he was a Hallyu star for Chrissake!
It was until my friend confirmed who he was when it started to sink in. He was Kim Hyun Joong.
Although it was obvious what he was doing there, I was in denial. It couldn't be 'THEM', right? I mean it's 2012 and I am supposed to be waiting for that day when my OTP becomes 'Buin and Shillang' for real. My heart broke and it felt like my tears were about to burst. My heart hurt so bad for Hwangbo. It almost felt like I was the one facing the person I loved the most--not that it was proved that there is or was a 'Ssangchu' apart from what we saw in WGM.
That was too much information poured over me right there. But my friend being the great inquisitor and totally ignorant of how I was feeling at that moment, kept pressing them on. She even looked very excited, like some papparazzi when new gossip was served in silver platter.
They shyly admitted to a 2 year old secret relationship. They blushed talking about it. He said he came to Cebu after his event in Manila to be with her back in 2010. He said she makes her happy. He said she makes him a better person. He said she makes her learn to love unselfishly. He said his heart beats abnormally around her. And after all these admissions, his blush has become a deep shade of red. His blush, his smile, the spark in his eyes screams hopelessly in love.
Shit!! I mean, (*&*(^*&^%$%&(_ SHIT, right?! I looked at the woman beside him, how can he replace MY UNNIE with a woman older than her, simpler than her, obviously not even half as pretty as her? But then I realized, those were not the things that devastated me most. What made me feel like the heavens were falling on my head was the Love I see in his eyes. He looked at her and there was a spark in his eyes. He held her hand and there was a smile so real, so true, so honest, so in love.
I remember clenching my teeth, trying to stop myself from standing up and shouting "OBJECTION, YOUR HONOR.."
I remember trying to count from 1 through 100 just to calm myself down.
Once I got a grip of myself, I tried listening in again on what they were saying.
I think my friend asked something like was he not busy, what was he doing in Cebu..
He put on a cheeky smile, "I came to surprise her, but instead, I was the one who was surprised."
"Eh?", my friend asked.
"I arrived early this morning to surprise her for our anniversary.." he explained.
I smirked, 'It's Ssangchu's 4th year anniversary..'
His lady-love smiled shyly, "I told him.."
"I'm gonna be a Daddy in 6 and a half months..", he added. Excited. Happy. Ecstatic.
I, on the other hand, felt like I could not breathe. All those dreaming and imagining how perfect my OTP would be together, shattered. I mean, bullshit, right?!
What made me feel so much worse was that the woman, although not pretty, she was too damn nice to hate! She was impossible to hate. She was not perfect, but she was perfect for him.
They were happy!
And how can you deprive someone of that happiness? I have admitted time and again, that I AM NOT A KIM HYUN JOONG FAN!! I was supposed to be hating on him in that situation. I was supposed to be throwing rocks at him, cursing him, accusing him of whatever, pulling out his hairs, calling him names. But being the 'rational' and 'open-minded' girl that I am, I started thinking. Who am I to deprive or hate or even question a person when you can see the love radiating in his smile, in his eyes, in his face? Who am I to tell him he made the wrong choice when you can feel his joy, his happiness; when his joy and happiness has become infectious?
Then I thought, if it were HwangBo in that same situation, and she fell in love with another man, my reaction would be different. I would be ever accepting and supportive. I would be happy for her and I would probably be the first to bless her (even if she would not need my blessings).
I was in a sea of raging emotions and opinions. My heart cracked but my brain told me to (wo)man it up, accept it and just be happy for them.
I grew angry but not at him, not at the person who grabbed his heart. I was angry at the 'what could have been' if only he fell in love with my Unnie instead of that woman beside him.
Good thing, I woke up. Good thing, my friend who came to the resort with me was sleeping ever so deeply, because I was not sure if I started talking or if I cried in my sleep.
Gah!! Up to this day, I still remember just how raw the pain and emotions were.
I am not sure if you guys would be as, say, disturbed or bothered with such dreams. You know the feeling when you're so helpless? I am not a rude fan and I mostly respect opinions and accept decisions. I felt like I could have done something, I could have said something, but what was it that I could have done to make him change his decision? What was it that I could have said to make him realize he made the wrong decision? Most importantly, who am I to say he made the wrong choice?
But it's all just a dream (more like a nightmare really). I woke up feeling really bad and disturbed. See, how crazy this fandom has made me?? Ahck! And why am I so affected?
I must have some loose screws up in my head..
And, I'm only sharing because they said if I keep dreams/nightmares to myself they would come true. I would not want that to happen EVER.. I still believe in my OTP's happy ending. And, I want them to be happy whichever path they choose, but 95% of me want them to end up together..
So, am I crazy for letting this stupid drive me nuts over Easter Sunday? Because I would tell myself: YES BRU, YOU HAVE GONE MAD!!! I guess you can go ahead and blame it on the Margarita..
NOW, GO READ THE TWO OTHER FICS!! :)
So, it'll take some time before I could post the third one--which was an ugly dream of mine. It's really not so pleasant, and it broke my heart and bothered (and disturbed) my Easter Sunday. Do let me know if you want it posted. I don't know how to create a poll, so just let me know through the comments box (because I am running out of creative ideas...
Edit: No need for the poll. I shall post it because someone said if I don't share my dreams(or nightmares), it might come true.. Waaaaahhh!!
Pammie, Bebe, Fudgy, SueAnne, Ate Sue, Silent Lurker 1, Silent Lurker 2, 4everjoongbo (i Miss you, Girl!!!), Anon, Emmalloyd, LvKprogram and all those who took the time to read... Thank you so much.. Your comments mean a lot to me. I wasn't sure if I should post because i had the impression that this blog has become a ghost town.
Again, thank you for the kind comments.. They really do help keep me inspired--I just hope the silent lurkers and anon leave their names because, so I could address my thank yous.. I encourage everyone to leave your names when you leave me some love..
If we are Twitter friends, you'd know I promised to post three, but the other one was totally messing up my system, so bear with this one. The next one I am about to post is happy..
So this one came out of nowhere.. I just read a passage/quote in Twitter and VIOLA!!
It's sad, I know and I totally made HJ look bad, I'm expecting to get some haters in this one again.. i promise HJ Redemption on the next one..
PLEASE KEEP THIS WRITER INSPIRED (BELIEVE ME, I NEEDS LOTS OF LOVE AFTER MY 'NIGHTMARE'), LEAVE ME SOME COMMENTS, PLEASE??
Mrs. Han rushed out of her room as she heard a loud noise.
It seemed like another bottle of cognac or rum colliding against the wall.
She struggled desperately with the lock of the master's bedroom, but it seemed like all the keys in her hands were the wrong ones. She grew more and more weary as she heard a desperate cry from inside the room. Her hands seemed clammy and panic started to envelope her normally calm stature.
A huge pair of hands took the keys she was holding. The middle aged man smiled gently at her. "Don't worry, Ahjumma.", he reassured the old woman, "He's fine, Hyun Joong is fine.."
Mrs. Han nodded at Jun, removing her hands from the doorknob. "What was it this time, Jun?", she asked.
Jun let out a sigh. "We're guessing another bad dream. He woke up sweating and crying..", the man answered. "He was restless. He went to the bar and grabbed a bottle of cognac, started drinking--"
"He was watching the wedding video again, wasn’t he?", Mrs. Han knew it all too well.
It wasn’t the first time Hyun Joong woke up from those bad dreams, it wasn’t the first time he thought he could drink his miseries away, it wasn’t the first time he broke down as he watched his wedding video, and it certainly wasn’t the first time a bottle of liquor came flying and crashing to the wall.
Mrs. Han gasped, "He did not hurt himself this time, did he?"
Jun shook his head. "The rest of the men are monitoring the cameras. Before I left, he was calm, but still sobbing. I'm guessing he's still watching the video."
Mrs. Han began to feel pain in her chest, it hurt her that Hyun Joong was hurting. "Why is this happening to my sweet poor Hyun Joong?!", she whispered. "If only the Aghassi hadn’t left in haste.."
"We cannot blame Miss Hye Jung, Ahjumma.", Jun patted the wrinkled small woman's back, "She was in pain, too. She had given up so much for their marriage to work, but Hyun Joong hadn’t seen that then. He hadn’t seen how lonely Miss Hye Jung had become. There were even times he completely ignored her. There were times he cheated on her and even if Miss Hye Jung knew, she acted as if she had not a clue and continued to love him."
Mrs. Han nodded, "Yes, if only oohri Hyun Joongie hadn’t been so immature and self-absorbed, the Aghassi wouldn't have given up on him."
"They had been so happy at first, and they worked so hard and fought a lot of battles to be with each other.. But as time passed, even their love was not enough.."
"No, Ahjumma. Love was enough, but the young Sir realized it a bit too late.. Miss Hye Jung had made up her mind to leave and when she could not stand it anymore, she just crumbled and left.", Jun said.
Mrs. Han sighed. She could still remember the huge argument the young couple had. Their voices were loud, and it frightened the staff. Hye Jung cried buckets of tears and begged.
She left that night. She got her car and just left.
Mrs. Han could still remember the screeching of the wheels when the lady of the house left.
The next thing she heard after a loud silence were police sirens. The officers said Hye Jung's car flipped as she skidded through the icy road.
They said she died on the spot.. And, so did her unborn child.
She had been pregnant for six weeks.
That night could have been the night she broke the news to her Shillang, but the argument came first.
It's been 8 months, 5 days, 3 hours since the accident that took the lives of Hyunjoong's wife and their unborn child.
"He's just afraid to let go." Jun said, "I hope he realizes that Miss Hye Jung wouldn’t want to see him like that. She had such pure and kind heart. She wouldn’t want him to blame himself. He needs to let go.."
Mrs. Han started to move away from the door, Jun took her arm to support her.
"Yeah", she muttered as they started walking away, "But sometimes I think, it's not that Hyun Joong is afraid of letting go, he's just afraid of accepting the fact that she's gone.. the child is gone.. their love is gone."
Anyway, if by chance people still come. Leave me some love! Please??
(As told by someone... Let the WFP imaginations enter..)
Today, I realized something.
Even idols as popular as Kim Hyun Joong have bad days.
'Bad' is an understatement.
He came in late and looking like a dishevelled lettuce-his hair was uncombed, his clothes seemed like they were unironed. He looked like a man who just woke up, got in his car and went to work.
From afar, you can't even tell if he is the Kim Hyun Joong.
You know when you go party the previous night and had too much to drink but need to go to work early the next day, that's exactly how he looked like when I saw him walking towards the practice room. It's surprising that he didn't wreak of alcohol. And no, he didn't go clubbing; no, he didn't drink; no, he definitely is not drunk.
I had to pick up all my courage as I went through his schedule with him. He looked like he was gonna snare at me or bite my head off. He looked grumpy and lost.
When the recording for his new song started, he was so out of touch. We had to go on break 5 times. I am not complaining here, but it just seems weird. He was out of tune, and again, out of tune is an understatement. He kept forgetting the lyrics until we had to pack up and go to dance practice.
'What's wrong with him?', I kept asking the manager. Hyung just shrugged, sighed and shook his head. He was as confused as I and the rest of the staff.
Dance practice was no different. He fell thrice, he stepped on the female dancer's toes 4 times and forgot the dance routine err, 7, 8, 9 times?
The man's up to something (or maybe down with something). And I just felt like I needed to talk to him.
I handed him his water bottle as he sat on the corner, perspiring and catching his breath. 'Been a rough day, huh?!', I asked. He looked up at me and just nodded.
'Dude, what's wrong? You're acting a bit strange?', I pressed on.
'Nothing..', he answered.
'You sure? Just the other day, you hit the right notes to that new song perfectly. You memorized the dance routines even better than the choreographer. You were giving suggestions to the band, you were high 5ing with the dancers, teasing the ladies, giving out bottled waters to the staff, but now you look like you're ready to give up. Is it dysmennorhea? Menopause?' I quipped, his expression was dark, serious, I had to make a joke.
He smirked then gave me a sad smile. He was staring into space again. 'I don't know, dude', he started talking. 'I'm not sure what I am doing anymore. I have lots of money now and I have everything I want and more. But when it comes to the things I need, I always have to compromise. I just woke up alone today and started to question the reasons why I am working so hard for. Dude, why am I doing all these?', he asked, then stood up and went back to practicing his dance routines.
Hyun Joong's phone vibrated in my pocket as I waited for him to finish his shower and take him home for the night. I smiled as I saw who it was from. His reminder, his reason, his great big push to work hard, do his best and become a better person.
He was in the back seat of his van when I handed him his schedule and his phone. 'You have a message, by the way.'
'And oh, Mr. Kim, you have nothing on your plate tomorrow.', I reminded him.
He looked at his phone and read his message.
And, just like in the movies, a smile slowly lit up his gloomy features. It was like a single ray of summer sunshine piercing through the heavy rain clouds. It was magnificent. And even a more awesome miracle to behold.
I revved up the engine then asked with a naughty smile, 'Where should I take you, Sir?'
Hyun Joong looked at me and let out a hearty laugh. 'Her place, Sir. And thanks!'
Today, I realized idols become confused and start forgetting their reasons for doing what they do. But then, all they need is a little reminder.