Hello everyone! I'm back.. Well, not back as in really back. Just came in here to drop by and post.. I just want to give my heartfelt THANKIES to everyone who dropped by, read and commented. Means a lot to me, really!! I cannot mention everyone as I did before yet because I'm still caught up in my whirlwind of madness, but I promise to comeback and edit..
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!
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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.
“Turn here..”
“Smile”
“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.”
*guilty smile* Happy 4th, you guys!
I did not prepare this year, and I feel rather guilty.. Instead, I chose to catch up on Yoochun's Rooftop Prince because my Cassie heart can't help but adore Hwangbo's fanboy/Hyunjoong's best buddy..
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!!
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!!
Enter Sandman...
I was yapping about this in Twitter, it was freakingly disturbing for me to have a dream like this.
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!
Argh!!
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.
Gaaaaahhh!!!
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!! :)
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!
Argh!!
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.
Gaaaaahhh!!!
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!! :)
The Finish Line
And here's 'Happy'..
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The smell of fresh linen filled your senses as you stretch your limbs and arms.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes using the back of your hand as you try to remember where you were. You pressed the duvet cover closer to your body, feeling the warmth and softness of the white fluffy cotton. You sank your half asleep head deeper into the pillow then stretched your arms and legs as if playing in the snow, making angels.
Everything was as you wanted it to be on a cold snowy morning.
A soft, warm queen-sized bed..
Heavy draperies hanging on the curtain rod blocking the daylight, yet allowing the sun's rays to peak inside your little euphoria.
There was no music, just birds chirping from an old sycamore tree that you guess should be right outside your window and the gentle humming of the AC.
It would have been perfect if only your mind was not so blurry from sleep. You force yourself to wake up, but your eyes drooped heavily.
Last night must have been loaded with alcohol because you seemed to have forgotten what took place.
You touched your head, but you didn't feel any sign of dizziness nor pain, there was no hangover at all.
'No, no alcohol was involved..', you thought.
You stretched again. Maybe you had too much fun last night or you were so tired, you told your sleepy self.
With eyes closed, you let your hands roam. Your hands reached what seemed to be a piece of paper.
You slowly eased yourself up, opened the piece of yellow paper and started to read.
'Have you stretched your arms and legs already?', you smiled at the familiar penmanship. 'I bet you sank your head in one of the pillows and made snow angels again, are you really awake now?'
Your smile grew wider, and then you remembered where you were and what took place yesterday.
'You must have panicked when you thought you could not remember. Maybe I should have started this letter with 'thank you for last night's booty call', and watch you storm out of the room.'
You laughed.
'I watched you sleep last night.. I watched you sleep so soundly. You looked so peaceful, like you felt safe and secure with my arms wrapped around you tight. I was watching you breathe and smile in your sleep. I watched as you pressed your cheek on my chest and leaned closer to me, and it felt so good. It felt good to have you so close to me, it felt good be able to wrap my arms around your tiny waist without having to worry about the rest of the world because now, you are mine and I am yours. Perhaps, I never told you, so I am telling you now. There aren't really any words to describe it, but being with you, here and now, I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel like this is where I should be, that I am where I should be, I am where I truly belong. I belong here! Here is my rightful place. After years and years of trying to find my place under the sun, I found my spot. And it's here, right beside the person I trust and respect and love more than myself, right beside you, Mrs. Kim Hyun Joong. Ahhh, did you know how proud I was when the minister said that, Mr. and Mrs. Kim Hyun Joong.’
‘Last night people told me, finally we've reached the finish line. It made me think.. It made me think of the battles we will have to endure, the dreams we will build, the laughter and the tears we will share, the love we will make, the happiness and the stormy nights, the ups, the downs. It made me think of the mornings I will wake up and find you beside me. So, I asked myself, yesterday, when we made it official, when we told the world we will spend the rest of our lives together, was it the finish line?’
'Here’s my reply: No, it wasn't. It was just a warm up run for the many other marathons we will run, and this time, we will run and cross every one of them together.’
‘There are no finish lines for us, only pit stops. And we will go through each one of them and enjoy every single one of them, together. Let's not promise each other that, my Buin, let's just do it. Let's just make our love grow so big, so huge, so great.’
“Mushy..”, you muttered, but you smiled, holding the piece of paper near your heart then set it aside.
You wrapped the duvet cover around your body, and started getting out of bed.. You walked towards the door and sighed at the sight of the topless man trying his best to cook you breakfast.
You came right behind him and hugged him.
“There are no finish lines in our marathon, but here I am with my special prize.”, you whispered as you pressed a soft, tender kiss on a spot on his back..
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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...
THANKS EVERYONE FOR READING!!AND HAPPY EASTER!!
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!!
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!!
GONE
Thank yous are in order....
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..
Moving on..
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??
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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."
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..
Moving on..
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??
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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."
Untitled Yet Again
Hello??? Anyone still here?? *crickets* Yeah, so full of cobwebs and dust. I do hope people still come.. Found an app to make my fave past time easy!! Yaayyyy!!
Anyway, if by chance people still come. Leave me some love! Please??
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(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.
Anyway, if by chance people still come. Leave me some love! Please??
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(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.
Doodles: Attack by Stratagem
Posted this one without editing anything.. So, I won't blame you if you can't get it.. Sorry naman..
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You stood there gloating, smiling like a champion! You felt victorious! You took pride in your quickness to device a plan! Yes, you were good!
But that feeling only lasted for a good quarter of a minute. Because when you opened the door that led to the garage, you found the empty plastic containers with purple flowers and mint green vines and leaves that you chose yourself, and Mr. Goo, the driver, slurping down the very last drop of the beef soup you cooked at the break of dawn. The ahjussi smiled in satisfaction, "Hyejungssi, I didn't know you were here. I would've left you some beef soup and kimbap", he told you, "It was the best. Too bad, Hyunjoongssi just gave it to me without even tasting it!"
Your heart sank to your feet. Obviously, he was angry at you. On top of that, he must be hurt, devastated, offended. After what you did, who wouldn't be? You regret it and you're sorry. But what's done is done, and you can't take it back. Now, you need to make sure he forgives you. You have to let him know that you're sorry. You have to let him know that you love him, and you have to know if he loves you enough to forgive you.
It must have been awful for him, standing on that stage, waiting for the PD to say that you were there, so he could make that big confession about you, about him, about your love, your plans. Both of you have planned it for years now. He said he would finish military service and on his comeback, he would announce to the rest of the world that he has been smitten and crazy in love with his Noona, that he was in love with you, that you have been in love with each other for years now. You were ecstatic, excited. Your happiness could not be described by mere words yesterday. You even went to the hotel five hours early, sat on one of the chairs at the audience to try and breathe it all in. You can picture it all out--he would be called on stage, talk about his new album (inspired by you of course), then he would call you up, hold your hand and confess to the whole South Korean Showbiz Industry that you and him are in love. That would have been that official announcement, but as you sat there, the lovely pictures in your head have gone wrong. Suddenly, you smelled fear. Suddenly, you could not breathe. Suddenly, it felt like you could not go through with it. Suddenly, you found yourself revving up the engine of your car and driving to your Parent's house, locking yourself up in the kitchen and cooking. Your mother was angry. She made you watch the television. You saw him, he had been waiting, waiting for you.
"You left him hanging there, Hyejung", she said, "And I thought that kid was immature, it turns out my daughter is.."
Your father found you in your old room, "You know what you did was wrong. Are you just going to sit there?", he asked you, "Are you ready to watch your love slip from your hands just because you had cold feet?"
NO, that was the answer. As you head back to the apartment you shared with Hyunjoong, you were determined to win him back, let him know you are sorry and make sure he forgives you. Thus the beef soup and all the wonderful foods you prepared in those lovely little containers. When he was mad or angry or when you dressed a little too sexily, you always said sorry through your food.
But this was too big of a deal this time. seeing the driver consume the food, you had to think of something more creative than that.
Although most of your common friends who knew had taken sides--team BUIN and team SHILLANG, and most of them had joined team SHILLANG, refusing to help you out, you knew you could tweak a few things to make them agree to help you out. Of course, mother-in-law, JUngmin and SS501's maknae, Hyungjun are forever on your side and perhaps your greatest allies.
"Surprise him" "catch him off guard" "do something he leasts expect from you" "make sure he would never say no"--they both advised.
"Attack by stratagem", the maknae said, where that came from, nobody knew.
And just when your heads were about to explode, Kyujong joins the army with his brilliant attack plan.
It was 6PM, Friday. You stood in your trench coat and hoodie in a busy shopping mall in Busan where a large crowd gathered for Hyunjoong's come back album. It seemed like Kyujong's plan would not work, but you had to take your chances.
A good 25 minutes had passed--Hyunjoong had been introduced keeping a fake smile on his face, the album was introduced, a game was played and the title track was sung. It was about to end. He was in the midst of thanking everyone when the lights on stage were dimmed. The spotlight searched through the crowd and stopped at the very spot you stood on. The screaming fans around you backed off a bit, so you could be seen. The cameras, the lights, the thousands of eyes were all focused on you.
You were nervous, but you had to do it. You held up a big neon sign.
"I AM SSORY..", the first one said.
"I LOVE YOU", was printed on the second one.
"I AM HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH YOU. I CAN NEVER IMAGINE A DAY IN MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU!", the 3rd one said as the crowd gushed and cheered you on.
"I WAS WRONG NOT TO SHOW UP. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!", said the last one.
You braved through the crowds by yourself until your three musketeers caught up with you (acting like your body guards). You climbed up the stage and stood in front of the wide eyed Hyunjoong. You gave him a guilty smile, took off the trench coat and the hoodie, revealing the wedding gown he chose for you in your WGM days.
"Will you marry me?", you asked him.
The crowd began to chant--some encouraging him, some cheering you on, some hooting and whistling.
Jungmin leaned on his two brothers, "Yah, only a fool would not accept that proposal", he grinned.
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You stood there gloating, smiling like a champion! You felt victorious! You took pride in your quickness to device a plan! Yes, you were good!
But that feeling only lasted for a good quarter of a minute. Because when you opened the door that led to the garage, you found the empty plastic containers with purple flowers and mint green vines and leaves that you chose yourself, and Mr. Goo, the driver, slurping down the very last drop of the beef soup you cooked at the break of dawn. The ahjussi smiled in satisfaction, "Hyejungssi, I didn't know you were here. I would've left you some beef soup and kimbap", he told you, "It was the best. Too bad, Hyunjoongssi just gave it to me without even tasting it!"
Your heart sank to your feet. Obviously, he was angry at you. On top of that, he must be hurt, devastated, offended. After what you did, who wouldn't be? You regret it and you're sorry. But what's done is done, and you can't take it back. Now, you need to make sure he forgives you. You have to let him know that you're sorry. You have to let him know that you love him, and you have to know if he loves you enough to forgive you.
It must have been awful for him, standing on that stage, waiting for the PD to say that you were there, so he could make that big confession about you, about him, about your love, your plans. Both of you have planned it for years now. He said he would finish military service and on his comeback, he would announce to the rest of the world that he has been smitten and crazy in love with his Noona, that he was in love with you, that you have been in love with each other for years now. You were ecstatic, excited. Your happiness could not be described by mere words yesterday. You even went to the hotel five hours early, sat on one of the chairs at the audience to try and breathe it all in. You can picture it all out--he would be called on stage, talk about his new album (inspired by you of course), then he would call you up, hold your hand and confess to the whole South Korean Showbiz Industry that you and him are in love. That would have been that official announcement, but as you sat there, the lovely pictures in your head have gone wrong. Suddenly, you smelled fear. Suddenly, you could not breathe. Suddenly, it felt like you could not go through with it. Suddenly, you found yourself revving up the engine of your car and driving to your Parent's house, locking yourself up in the kitchen and cooking. Your mother was angry. She made you watch the television. You saw him, he had been waiting, waiting for you.
"You left him hanging there, Hyejung", she said, "And I thought that kid was immature, it turns out my daughter is.."
Your father found you in your old room, "You know what you did was wrong. Are you just going to sit there?", he asked you, "Are you ready to watch your love slip from your hands just because you had cold feet?"
NO, that was the answer. As you head back to the apartment you shared with Hyunjoong, you were determined to win him back, let him know you are sorry and make sure he forgives you. Thus the beef soup and all the wonderful foods you prepared in those lovely little containers. When he was mad or angry or when you dressed a little too sexily, you always said sorry through your food.
But this was too big of a deal this time. seeing the driver consume the food, you had to think of something more creative than that.
Although most of your common friends who knew had taken sides--team BUIN and team SHILLANG, and most of them had joined team SHILLANG, refusing to help you out, you knew you could tweak a few things to make them agree to help you out. Of course, mother-in-law, JUngmin and SS501's maknae, Hyungjun are forever on your side and perhaps your greatest allies.
"Surprise him" "catch him off guard" "do something he leasts expect from you" "make sure he would never say no"--they both advised.
"Attack by stratagem", the maknae said, where that came from, nobody knew.
And just when your heads were about to explode, Kyujong joins the army with his brilliant attack plan.
It was 6PM, Friday. You stood in your trench coat and hoodie in a busy shopping mall in Busan where a large crowd gathered for Hyunjoong's come back album. It seemed like Kyujong's plan would not work, but you had to take your chances.
A good 25 minutes had passed--Hyunjoong had been introduced keeping a fake smile on his face, the album was introduced, a game was played and the title track was sung. It was about to end. He was in the midst of thanking everyone when the lights on stage were dimmed. The spotlight searched through the crowd and stopped at the very spot you stood on. The screaming fans around you backed off a bit, so you could be seen. The cameras, the lights, the thousands of eyes were all focused on you.
You were nervous, but you had to do it. You held up a big neon sign.
"I AM SSORY..", the first one said.
"I LOVE YOU", was printed on the second one.
"I AM HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH YOU. I CAN NEVER IMAGINE A DAY IN MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU!", the 3rd one said as the crowd gushed and cheered you on.
"I WAS WRONG NOT TO SHOW UP. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!", said the last one.
You braved through the crowds by yourself until your three musketeers caught up with you (acting like your body guards). You climbed up the stage and stood in front of the wide eyed Hyunjoong. You gave him a guilty smile, took off the trench coat and the hoodie, revealing the wedding gown he chose for you in your WGM days.
"Will you marry me?", you asked him.
The crowd began to chant--some encouraging him, some cheering you on, some hooting and whistling.
Jungmin leaned on his two brothers, "Yah, only a fool would not accept that proposal", he grinned.
Doodles: As You Know..
Are there still people who visit the blog?? If you leave me, I'll be saddest.. But anyway, whose fault is it anyway?? Ha!
Here's a little something I pulled from the magician's hat.. Hope y'all still read this.. Nothing special.. Nothing big..
I would like to think that this was inspired by this pic.. Hehe.. But then again, this was pulled out from the baol--just one of those unfinished fics in my secret stash..
Credits to the lovely WFP JBers...
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The silence was growing louder in the room. It was making you nervous, but you've made up your mind and there was really no turning back this time.
You smoothed the pleats of your skirt and rested your head on the broad shoulders of the man beside you. You're a woman surrounded and protected by so many men--two of them were in this room right now(because you have forced the others to wait in their respective homes).
The man beside you gently squeezed your fingers that were entwined to his as if saying, 'you're gonna be fine', the way he always does when you're feeling apprehensive. And even if you don't say it, you believe in him. He has afterall covered up your ass so many times. You lifted your head, looked at him and smiled. Taeyoon winked back at you.
The other man in the room was pacing back and forth, perhaps he has covered ever square inch of that dressing room. He was nervous and scared for you, and you know that. He kept pacing, stealing glances at you.
"Oppa..", you said, "Sit.."
Hongwon stopped pacing, "Ani, ani.. I'll grow more nervous if I sit down.."
Taeyoon laughed, "Manager Choi, uri Hyejungie's gonna be fine.."
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"Good morning everyone." Taeyoon said over the microphone after clearing his throat. "Thank you very much for accepting our invitation on such a short notice.". He paused and looked at the crowd--there was a sea of reporters (who took all the seats of the mini ballroom) and fans crammed up at the back. "We hope everyone is feeling comfortable and we apologize, we didn't expect so many people to come prior to choosing this venue.."
He checked on you before speaking again, "Let's start. Hwangbo is here to make a brief announcement and might answer some questions."
You walked slowly towards the table escorted by your manager. You took the microphone and smiled, "Good morning everyone. Thank you for coming.."
The crowd went perfectly still, waiting patiently for your announcement.
"I'm here because I would like to confirm and officially announce that the rumors are true..", you paused and pressed your left palm on your belly, "Yes, I am pregnant but I would like to clarify that it is not true that I am 6 weeks pregnant. I just found out from my Gyne yesterday, I am 8 weeks pregnant."
There was a loud buzz, and camera flashes started to blind you.
Choi Hongwon braced himself. As if ready to dive and save you must a delirious fan throw something your way--that was his greatest fear and biggest worry.
You glanced at him and smiled.
Reporters started waving their hands, hoping to catch your attention so that they'll be given a chance to ask you their question.
"Yeee, Reporter Lim, please ask your question.", you said.
"So, we're dying to know who the father of your baby is..", she asked.
You giggled. It was exactly like what he said it would.
"As you know..", you said imitating the man who coached you earlier if that question would be asked, "three years ago..", you mimicked his hand gestures, you knew he would be watching. "As you know.. Three years ago..", you giggled, "as you all know, last 2008, I got married.."
Doodles: One Kiss Away
Hmmm, it's Ssangchu's Anniversary, right?? (First aired on May 11, 2008) Can't believe it's been 3 years and they still have super loyal followers.. ^_______^
Another Doodle that I stumbled upon. Tried to finish it with a bang--FAIL!
"I'm gonna kiss you now..", she said nervously, as she rubbed her palms on the side for her pink mini dress.
He took a glance at her, a wry smile forming on his lips.
The room grew silent as three pairs of eyes (cameraman, lights man and another assistant) anxiously waited for his next move, but as always he was his mischievous, competitive self again. Besides, it was a test, he was testing her. He knew well enough that she was as competitive as he was and that she was going do it anyway, what he wanted to see was her reaction, how nervous she was going to get, how fast her heart will beat, how loud the thumping would be. But at that very moment, he did not know if it was her heart pounding ever so loudly, or was it his.
She moved forward.. ‘She’s gonna do it..’, he thought, swallowing the lump on his throat.
She carefully lifted her hands and tucked the loose strands of his hair behind his ear. ‘She is really going to do it’, he said to himself.
And he waited, it seemed like an eternity before she leaned closer to him.
He could feel her warmth breath now—tickling his nape, caressing his jaw.
Her balmy hands now touching his cheek.
She leaned closer, a little closer now.
‘She is going to kiss me..’, he thought, “She is really going to kiss me…’
But she seemed to jerk away, like she was not going to do it, like she was going to back out.
He panicked, thoughts ran through his head. He wanted her to kiss him. He wanted it so badly like it was the one thing that would save him from the fires of hell.
He panicked and thought, if she isn’t going to do it, he will.
And before she realized what he was doing, he pressed his cheek towards her, towards her puckered lips.
The kiss—weird, unromantic, awkward, because that was how they are--awkward.
She kissed him, she kissed his cheek—their first kiss..
He smiled, he gloated, he was full of pride.
He never really expected it, he never really thought that heaven was just one kiss away…
Another Doodle that I stumbled upon. Tried to finish it with a bang--FAIL!
"I'm gonna kiss you now..", she said nervously, as she rubbed her palms on the side for her pink mini dress.
He took a glance at her, a wry smile forming on his lips.
The room grew silent as three pairs of eyes (cameraman, lights man and another assistant) anxiously waited for his next move, but as always he was his mischievous, competitive self again. Besides, it was a test, he was testing her. He knew well enough that she was as competitive as he was and that she was going do it anyway, what he wanted to see was her reaction, how nervous she was going to get, how fast her heart will beat, how loud the thumping would be. But at that very moment, he did not know if it was her heart pounding ever so loudly, or was it his.
She moved forward.. ‘She’s gonna do it..’, he thought, swallowing the lump on his throat.
She carefully lifted her hands and tucked the loose strands of his hair behind his ear. ‘She is really going to do it’, he said to himself.
And he waited, it seemed like an eternity before she leaned closer to him.
He could feel her warmth breath now—tickling his nape, caressing his jaw.
Her balmy hands now touching his cheek.
She leaned closer, a little closer now.
‘She is going to kiss me..’, he thought, “She is really going to kiss me…’
But she seemed to jerk away, like she was not going to do it, like she was going to back out.
He panicked, thoughts ran through his head. He wanted her to kiss him. He wanted it so badly like it was the one thing that would save him from the fires of hell.
He panicked and thought, if she isn’t going to do it, he will.
And before she realized what he was doing, he pressed his cheek towards her, towards her puckered lips.
The kiss—weird, unromantic, awkward, because that was how they are--awkward.
She kissed him, she kissed his cheek—their first kiss..
He smiled, he gloated, he was full of pride.
He never really expected it, he never really thought that heaven was just one kiss away…
Doodles: Swept Away
It's been a really long time.. So long that I have forgotten how to do this (post an entry).. I am growing old and weary.. LOL..
Anyway, it's just one of those days when I dig through stuff and find unfinished fics. This is one of my doodles from a long time ago.. It's a part of a longer fic that I could no longer finish because oh well, I don't know how to do this anymore..
He drummed his fingers on the coffee table. Impatience consuming his very being. But then there’s nervousness and excitement, too. It was making him crazy and eager. He wondered if his EQ was being affected by this thing he put himself in (because he did feel like a child put under a marshmallow test).
And it wasn't helping that he was confined in the waiting room and forced to wait with a bunch of crew and a cameraman (who has his handy camera focusing solely on his awfully nervous and jittery face).
"Buin!", he called out so unexpectedly one of the staff almost tripped.
"Buin, come out!!", he said again, perhaps forgetting where he was and that he was being filmed. Because all he needed was for her to come out, all he needed was to see her. And this that he is doing right now is torture.
He was pretty lived a pretty busy and hectic life, but Tuesdays was something different to him. There's a different rush, a different sort of feeling that washes all over him.
"Shillang, I'm coming out now!", a voice from the other room announced—this was his answer, the one he has been waiting for for 18 minutes and 42 seconds (which to him felt like three Tuesdays of not seeing each other).
And just like in the movies, the white sliding doors opened in the most dramatic kind of way.
And, there she stood, like a Goddess that she is.. The Divinity that she has always been..
And just like in the movies, he sat there, barely breathing, in a wonderful daze.
And just like in the movies, when the Prince sees his Princess, the Prince was swept away without a warning.
The beauty before him, wearing the wedding dress that he handpicked, was no Princess, but a Queen.
He looked at her without blinking. Like night when the morning begins the day, he was swept away.
Wake Up..
THIS ONE IS EXPERIMENTAL...
Blame it on the weather and Coheed and Cambria and my lack in writing skills and creativity, and the depressing atmosphere in this house..
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The bright lights of the grand ballroom were suddenly dimmed. The crowd’s buzzing slowly died down as they anxiously wait. What was going to happen next, they too had no clue.
Loud music blared from the giant speakers—a beat every guest was familiar with. Disco lights started to fill the huge place.
And before she knew it, the spotlight was aimed at her and the man sitting next to her.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, let’s welcome the lovely Kim a.k.a. Ssangchu couple for their first dance as husband and wife. Techtonic music started to play—of course it had to be Get Hot. It was afterall the first music they danced to together.
Hwangbo’s cheeks turned bright red as she faced her husband in surprise. It was delightfully embarrassing. She should not have handed him the task of choosing the song for their first dance, she should have known he was planning on something when he gave her that wry smile a few days ago.
Hyunjoong stood up and did some of her infamous dance moves as the crowd of celebrities and relatives hooted. She was cracking up again, this time trying to cover her face with her bouquet of white calla lilies.
He momentarily stopped as he extended his arm to her.
‘YAH..’, she mouthed becoming increasingly self conscious. She was in her Greek inspired all white gown—it would be a disaster if they started doing the techtonic now.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the Ssangchu couple!”, DJ Koo announced again.
The double S boys started to sing along, “Dun dududun.. Dun dududun..”
Jungmin was doing the arm action, same dance moves he teased his Hyung with in that famous Taiwan interview. Baby and Kyu started to do the same as the crowd started to sing with them encouraging Hwangbo.
The pretty Buin, still giggling, took her Shillang’s arm. They walked towards the center of the dancefloor and started to dance like crazy.
The ballroom was filled with laughter and happiness as the guests joined the couple.
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The bright lights of the grand ballroom were suddenly dimmed. The crowd’s buzzing slowly died down as they anxiously wait. What was going to happen next, they too had no clue.
Loud music blared from the giant speakers—a beat every guest was familiar with. Disco lights started to fill the huge place.
And before she knew it, the spotlight was aimed at her and the man sitting next to her.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, let’s welcome the lovely Kim a.k.a. Ssangchu couple for their first dance as husband and wife. Techtonic music started to play—of course it had to be Get Hot. It was afterall the first music they danced to together.
Hwangbo’s cheeks turned bright red as she faced her husband in surprise. It was delightfully embarrassing. She should not have handed him the task of choosing the song for their first dance, she should have known he was planning on something when he gave her that wry smile a few days ago.
Hyunjoong stood up and did some of her infamous dance moves as the crowd of celebrities and relatives hooted. She was cracking up again, this time trying to cover her face with her bouquet of white calla lilies.
He momentarily stopped as he extended his arm to her.
‘YAH..’, she mouthed becoming increasingly self conscious. She was in her Greek inspired all white gown—it would be a disaster if they started doing the techtonic now.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the Ssangchu couple!”, DJ Koo announced again.
The double S boys started to sing along, “Dun dududun.. Dun dududun..”
Jungmin was doing the arm action, same dance moves he teased his Hyung with in that famous Taiwan interview. Baby and Kyu started to do the same as the crowd started to sing with them encouraging Hwangbo.
The pretty Buin, still giggling, took her Shillang’s arm. They walked towards the center of the dancefloor and started to dance like crazy.
The ballroom was filled with laughter and happiness as the guests joined the couple.
The sly DJ Koo played some more techtonic music, R2Song.
This time the crowd chanted, “Hwangbo! Hwangbo!”
All lights were focused on her as she started to play along with the crowd and do that hip thrusting motion.
Hyunjoong stepped aside, marveling at his pretty wife. ‘HIS WIFE’, oh what sweet music that made to his ear, ‘HIS WIFE, HIS BUIN’
Now, he can proudly claim her and announce to all those idols and all those ahjussis and all those businessmen that Hwangbo Hyejung is HIS WIFE.
He smiled as she gamely danced while the crowd cheered her on. He stood there realizing this was the reason why he worked so hard—that woman in white gown with long flowing hair holding a bouquet of calla lilies was his reason for waking up each day and braving life’s unendless battles. Hwangbo Hyejung was his reason and that alone was enough.
A lone tear escaped Hyunjoong’s eye as he sat by her bedside. He paused the tape, then gently squeezed his wife’s small, soft hand.
“That was our first dance during our wedding. Look at you, doing your Techtonic dance moves..”, he told her, his voice croaking, trying his best to stop the tears from flowing.
“Don’t you miss it, Buin? Don’t you miss your TV shows? Don’t you miss your mom, your dad? Don’t you miss Yejin? Don’t you miss Jins? Your adopted sons and daughters? Don’t you miss the beach? The snow? Don’t you miss Euni or Boram or Jeewon? Don’t you miss your Shinhwa boys? Don’t you miss our little house by the beach? Don’t you miss me?”, Hyunjoong asked her, holding her hand tightly, “Don’t you miss me at all?"
“Buin, you have to wake up. Please wake up..”, he begged his wife, who seemed to be sleeping soundly for six months now after a vehicular accident she was involved in.
“I have been waiting for you to show me a little sign, Hyejung. Please give us a sign. Please give me a sign..”, Hyunjoong continued to beg.
“I will continue to stay by your side and annoy you everyday..”, Hyunjoong whispered to her ears, “Until you decide to wake up…”
This time the crowd chanted, “Hwangbo! Hwangbo!”
All lights were focused on her as she started to play along with the crowd and do that hip thrusting motion.
Hyunjoong stepped aside, marveling at his pretty wife. ‘HIS WIFE’, oh what sweet music that made to his ear, ‘HIS WIFE, HIS BUIN’
Now, he can proudly claim her and announce to all those idols and all those ahjussis and all those businessmen that Hwangbo Hyejung is HIS WIFE.
He smiled as she gamely danced while the crowd cheered her on. He stood there realizing this was the reason why he worked so hard—that woman in white gown with long flowing hair holding a bouquet of calla lilies was his reason for waking up each day and braving life’s unendless battles. Hwangbo Hyejung was his reason and that alone was enough.
A lone tear escaped Hyunjoong’s eye as he sat by her bedside. He paused the tape, then gently squeezed his wife’s small, soft hand.
“That was our first dance during our wedding. Look at you, doing your Techtonic dance moves..”, he told her, his voice croaking, trying his best to stop the tears from flowing.
“Don’t you miss it, Buin? Don’t you miss your TV shows? Don’t you miss your mom, your dad? Don’t you miss Yejin? Don’t you miss Jins? Your adopted sons and daughters? Don’t you miss the beach? The snow? Don’t you miss Euni or Boram or Jeewon? Don’t you miss your Shinhwa boys? Don’t you miss our little house by the beach? Don’t you miss me?”, Hyunjoong asked her, holding her hand tightly, “Don’t you miss me at all?"
“Buin, you have to wake up. Please wake up..”, he begged his wife, who seemed to be sleeping soundly for six months now after a vehicular accident she was involved in.
“I have been waiting for you to show me a little sign, Hyejung. Please give us a sign. Please give me a sign..”, Hyunjoong continued to beg.
“I will continue to stay by your side and annoy you everyday..”, Hyunjoong whispered to her ears, “Until you decide to wake up…”
Love Or Something Like It…
Were you expecting green leafy lettucy fics? Mian, I think I’m having a Lettuce road block right now, especially those wondering what happened to 3/3. It’s—well, let’s just say it’s on comatose and I cannot promise you that it can still wake up.
I’ve been wanting to write about this couple so much, but I do not know them well enough to whip up anything although I have been a loyal follower. I have to admit, I started watching because of Khun and I did not know who Victoria was back then (yikes, I did not even know what f(x) was). But pretty much like my Lettuce addiction, I got hooked. Perhaps Vic is the only cutesy type I can swallow, plus she has a quirky personality that’s very easy to love. And another thing I like about her is that she seems genuine. There’s something about Vic that draws you in.
This is for one of my fave Unnis in twitter, @ellehcar817! She’s the one feeding me stuff about Khuntoria (from unsubbed to subbed epis to fanfics or fanvids to blogs and sites). Thank you!!!! I know I can be pesky with my anti-HJ comments sometimes, but you’re (and Ash and cjv501) still very patient with me!!! Daghang Salamat… And, I’m sorry it isn’t any good—I just wrote it while I was trying to get some sleep—so basically, it’s sleepy and weird and I did not put much thought nor invest so much time on it. I will try to do better next time (that is if there is a next time). Lam ko Unni, pasan natin ang mundo, pero sana napangiti kita.. Hehe.. OA ba?
And oh, this is also for Chelsie because I did mention to her that I was gonna write a Khuntoria fic one of these days.
Hope Khuntorians and JBers alike will enjoy this.
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The sudden gust of cold wind blew into the quiet room, making Chansung, the maknae of the famous boy group, 2PM, jump up from his seat.
A frightened, guilty look registered on his face as he watched Nichkhun enter the apartment. His Hyung looked tired and sleepy. Chansung’s eyes roamed around the living room then back to his hyung, unable to speak like a terrified little cub—the room was a mess, boxes of pizza lay on the floor, ramen cups and tissues spread on the table and some on the sofa, shirts and other clothing items scattered everywhere.
But it seemed that Nichkhun was too tired to even notice what a big mess he and Wooyoung created.
Chansung then stared back at the PC’s monitor, this time he seemed to have been panic stricken, almost guilty. This got Khun wondering. The older man raised his fuzzy brows at Chansung. The younger man forced a smiled, it was like he was caught doing something he should not be doing.
“Khun’s here..”, he said to the person he was chatting with online, “And, I have to go now..”, he announced nervously.
“Oh good!”, the sweet female voice resonated inside the room. “It was nice talking to you, Oppa. Annyeong!”, she said, Korean was obviously not her native language, as she faltered and mispronounced some words.
Khun was curious, but at the same time, amused, thinking—which foreign girl fell for the maknae’s charm this time.
Chansung looked up at Khun, “Hyung, Sherleenwantstotalktoyou…”, he said then disappeared from his hyung’s sight. He knew very well that Nichkhun was very, overly protective of his youngest sister, and all of them were not allowed to contact, not even look at her.
Khun’s brows furrowed as he stepped in front of the computer. He was disappointed at Chansung for not following his orders, he was frustrated at Sherleen for not heeding his warning that all his members (even if he loved and respected them all) were dangerous.
But all anger dissipated the moment he heard her voice, “Oppa!!!”
She wiggled and blew him a kiss.
“Oppa?? You watch way too much Korean shows, Sherleen..”, he told her little sister.
“Don’t worry Oppa, I only watch shows that you guest in..”, the young lady reassured him, “But I’m angry and I feel hurt..”
The smile on Sherleen’s face quickly went away replaced by a frown that got Nichkhun worried, “What? Why? You’re angry at me?”
Sherleen nodded, then rolled her eyes.
It took a few minutes before she spoke. “They said you’re coming home next week.”
“And you’re bringing Victoria with you..”, she pouted even more, “Why?”
Khun panicked. He did not know what to say. All the while he thought, Sherleen was okay with his virtual marriage to f(x)’s leader. All the while he thought, Sherleen liked Victoria.
“But Nichkhun Horjvekul, it’s a school day!”, she said becoming really flustered.
“And, don’t tell me you’d wait for me at Grandma’s house, because I already checked your schedule earlier with Chansung Oppa, and your manager said you’d be going to the hotel right away. You are so unfair! This is my chance to meet my sister-in-law! My chance to meet Victoria! No fair!”
Khun laughed at his sister’s childish display. He felt relieved at the same time. The worry and tension growing inside his heart was quickly replaced by overwhelming happiness.
“Don’t worry Sherleen, I already asked Mom to tell your teacher that you’ll be coming home early on that day.”, he told her in between laughs.
“Oh good..”, she finally calmed down upon hearing his plan. Her face was beginning to light up again.
“Oppa, can I ask you something?”, she asked, a wry smile on her lips.
Khun nodded.
“Victoria—do you like her already? I mean, not only as your virtual wife? Do you like her?”, Sherleen questioned. “You’ve introduced me to some of your girlfriends, but you’ve never brought any of them to Grandma’s house. I heard it was your suggestion that you bring her to Thailand. I heard you were supposed to go to Beijing, but you insisted. Khun, do you like her already?”
Khun was dumbstruck. He did not know what to tell her.
“Khun, do you love her?”, Sherleen asked the question he never dared to ask himself.
Khun knew it was not an ordinary crush, like the crush he has on Krystal. He knew he cared for her and he felt the urge to call her to check if she has eaten or if she was well. He wanted to get to know her more—what she likes, what makes her happy, what makes her smile. He wanted to protect her and keep her safe. There was a loud thudding in his chest when she comes near him. Butterflies—the size of flying dinosaurs, soared inside his stomach when she smiles at him.
“Khun? Are you in love with Victoria?”, Sherleen asked that question again.
Sherleen’s voice echoed inside his head.
Khun smiled, his cheeks burned and his ears turned red, “I don’t know if it’s love yet”, he answered honestly, “But it’s something like that…”
Sherleen smiled—gloating. It was like a dream come true—her most beloved brother is in love or something like that with her idol.
I’ve been wanting to write about this couple so much, but I do not know them well enough to whip up anything although I have been a loyal follower. I have to admit, I started watching because of Khun and I did not know who Victoria was back then (yikes, I did not even know what f(x) was). But pretty much like my Lettuce addiction, I got hooked. Perhaps Vic is the only cutesy type I can swallow, plus she has a quirky personality that’s very easy to love. And another thing I like about her is that she seems genuine. There’s something about Vic that draws you in.
This is for one of my fave Unnis in twitter, @ellehcar817! She’s the one feeding me stuff about Khuntoria (from unsubbed to subbed epis to fanfics or fanvids to blogs and sites). Thank you!!!! I know I can be pesky with my anti-HJ comments sometimes, but you’re (and Ash and cjv501) still very patient with me!!! Daghang Salamat… And, I’m sorry it isn’t any good—I just wrote it while I was trying to get some sleep—so basically, it’s sleepy and weird and I did not put much thought nor invest so much time on it. I will try to do better next time (that is if there is a next time). Lam ko Unni, pasan natin ang mundo, pero sana napangiti kita.. Hehe.. OA ba?
And oh, this is also for Chelsie because I did mention to her that I was gonna write a Khuntoria fic one of these days.
Hope Khuntorians and JBers alike will enjoy this.
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The sudden gust of cold wind blew into the quiet room, making Chansung, the maknae of the famous boy group, 2PM, jump up from his seat.
A frightened, guilty look registered on his face as he watched Nichkhun enter the apartment. His Hyung looked tired and sleepy. Chansung’s eyes roamed around the living room then back to his hyung, unable to speak like a terrified little cub—the room was a mess, boxes of pizza lay on the floor, ramen cups and tissues spread on the table and some on the sofa, shirts and other clothing items scattered everywhere.
But it seemed that Nichkhun was too tired to even notice what a big mess he and Wooyoung created.
Chansung then stared back at the PC’s monitor, this time he seemed to have been panic stricken, almost guilty. This got Khun wondering. The older man raised his fuzzy brows at Chansung. The younger man forced a smiled, it was like he was caught doing something he should not be doing.
“Khun’s here..”, he said to the person he was chatting with online, “And, I have to go now..”, he announced nervously.
“Oh good!”, the sweet female voice resonated inside the room. “It was nice talking to you, Oppa. Annyeong!”, she said, Korean was obviously not her native language, as she faltered and mispronounced some words.
Khun was curious, but at the same time, amused, thinking—which foreign girl fell for the maknae’s charm this time.
Chansung looked up at Khun, “Hyung, Sherleenwantstotalktoyou…”, he said then disappeared from his hyung’s sight. He knew very well that Nichkhun was very, overly protective of his youngest sister, and all of them were not allowed to contact, not even look at her.
Khun’s brows furrowed as he stepped in front of the computer. He was disappointed at Chansung for not following his orders, he was frustrated at Sherleen for not heeding his warning that all his members (even if he loved and respected them all) were dangerous.
But all anger dissipated the moment he heard her voice, “Oppa!!!”
She wiggled and blew him a kiss.
“Oppa?? You watch way too much Korean shows, Sherleen..”, he told her little sister.
“Don’t worry Oppa, I only watch shows that you guest in..”, the young lady reassured him, “But I’m angry and I feel hurt..”
The smile on Sherleen’s face quickly went away replaced by a frown that got Nichkhun worried, “What? Why? You’re angry at me?”
Sherleen nodded, then rolled her eyes.
It took a few minutes before she spoke. “They said you’re coming home next week.”
“And you’re bringing Victoria with you..”, she pouted even more, “Why?”
Khun panicked. He did not know what to say. All the while he thought, Sherleen was okay with his virtual marriage to f(x)’s leader. All the while he thought, Sherleen liked Victoria.
“But Nichkhun Horjvekul, it’s a school day!”, she said becoming really flustered.
“And, don’t tell me you’d wait for me at Grandma’s house, because I already checked your schedule earlier with Chansung Oppa, and your manager said you’d be going to the hotel right away. You are so unfair! This is my chance to meet my sister-in-law! My chance to meet Victoria! No fair!”
Khun laughed at his sister’s childish display. He felt relieved at the same time. The worry and tension growing inside his heart was quickly replaced by overwhelming happiness.
“Don’t worry Sherleen, I already asked Mom to tell your teacher that you’ll be coming home early on that day.”, he told her in between laughs.
“Oh good..”, she finally calmed down upon hearing his plan. Her face was beginning to light up again.
“Oppa, can I ask you something?”, she asked, a wry smile on her lips.
Khun nodded.
“Victoria—do you like her already? I mean, not only as your virtual wife? Do you like her?”, Sherleen questioned. “You’ve introduced me to some of your girlfriends, but you’ve never brought any of them to Grandma’s house. I heard it was your suggestion that you bring her to Thailand. I heard you were supposed to go to Beijing, but you insisted. Khun, do you like her already?”
Khun was dumbstruck. He did not know what to tell her.
“Khun, do you love her?”, Sherleen asked the question he never dared to ask himself.
Khun knew it was not an ordinary crush, like the crush he has on Krystal. He knew he cared for her and he felt the urge to call her to check if she has eaten or if she was well. He wanted to get to know her more—what she likes, what makes her happy, what makes her smile. He wanted to protect her and keep her safe. There was a loud thudding in his chest when she comes near him. Butterflies—the size of flying dinosaurs, soared inside his stomach when she smiles at him.
“Khun? Are you in love with Victoria?”, Sherleen asked that question again.
Sherleen’s voice echoed inside his head.
Khun smiled, his cheeks burned and his ears turned red, “I don’t know if it’s love yet”, he answered honestly, “But it’s something like that…”
Sherleen smiled—gloating. It was like a dream come true—her most beloved brother is in love or something like that with her idol.
TEST.. TEST..
Testing! Am I back on? Are the widgets/apps/chat box/music/whathaveyous working fine? If not, please contact my brother..
I was being a know-it-all and pretended I was blog-savvy. I tried fixing and rearranging some stuff in this blog, but I ended up messing it all up.
It’s quite embarrassing really, trying to call on my brother to fix my blog aka my secret life(yes, no one in the family knows that I keep a blog and a write fics).
So just in case there are still an interested few out there, the blog is back on. I did not try to block people as some of you might be thinking.
On a happier note (really, I'm just trying to switch topics because I was sooo embarrassed.. I am an epic failure...)
I know people have been talking about DBSK’s come back as a duo, and I know I’m late in posting this, and if you guys know me at all, you’ll know I am pretty much addicted to Yunho, so here it is.. Their latest song. I am mighty proud of these two. I mean 3/5 of the group left, but they were still able to stand up and make a comeback.
So Changmin and Yeobo—I mean Yunho, KEEP YOUR CHIN UP!!
credits to sment @ youtube
I am mighty proud of these two!
credits to NLmsNL @ youtube
I was being a know-it-all and pretended I was blog-savvy. I tried fixing and rearranging some stuff in this blog, but I ended up messing it all up.
It’s quite embarrassing really, trying to call on my brother to fix my blog aka my secret life(yes, no one in the family knows that I keep a blog and a write fics).
So just in case there are still an interested few out there, the blog is back on. I did not try to block people as some of you might be thinking.
On a happier note (really, I'm just trying to switch topics because I was sooo embarrassed.. I am an epic failure...)
I know people have been talking about DBSK’s come back as a duo, and I know I’m late in posting this, and if you guys know me at all, you’ll know I am pretty much addicted to Yunho, so here it is.. Their latest song. I am mighty proud of these two. I mean 3/5 of the group left, but they were still able to stand up and make a comeback.
So Changmin and Yeobo—I mean Yunho, KEEP YOUR CHIN UP!!
credits to sment @ youtube
I am mighty proud of these two!
credits to NLmsNL @ youtube
2/3 The Power of Two…or Three
I tend to break lots of promises, do I? Perhaps that should be one of my New Year's resolutions.
Anyway, here's 2/3.. VERY RAW AND UNEDITED... and senseless..
Somebody (you know who you are) said, it was not connected to 'COOL' at all, *rolls eyes*, she's absolutely right.. No connection at all.. I'll try to make 3/3 better and connected to 2/3..
I'll shut up now.. Go, read.. leave me some comments...
And oh, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
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The world seemed to have blacked out. There was nothing you can see, it was all dim and dark. You were desperate to swim out from the eluding darkness, like a fish trying to make its way back into the tank. You tried to open your eyes, hoping to see some light.
There wasn’t much you can remember except that you were running and doing some high kicks followed by a pain so sharp you winced. It was not something you experienced before. The world became blurry. All you remember hearing last was a scream from one of the stuntmen, “Blood!! Hwangbossi is bleeding!! She’s bleeding..”. At that moment, you thought, “How can I be bleeding?”
Soon, red and blue lights pierced through the heavy mist. People were running around, even Choi Hongwon, who always seemed calm and collected, was panic stricken. But how can he be not, when you, his only talent and most precious friend, was lying on the cold cemented street somewhere in Seoul, almost passed out with blood gushing and flowing down your legs. Even with eyes half closed, you swear you could see tears coming out from his worried eyes, “Don’t cry, Oppa”, you wanted to say, but no words came out of your mouth as another wave of pain came piercing through your stomach.
~*~
The words that the doctor said did not seem to sink in until you were in your room, sitting on the bed, facing the bright warm sunshine flowing freely through the big glass windows.
“You were lucky”, he said, “You almost lost her… or him”
“If you are not careful in the future, you just might lose the baby.”, he added.
But what he meant, you did not understand, until you touched your stomach. It seemed surreal and utterly stupid, but for a moment or two, you were able to make a connection with your unborn child—the baby you almost lost a few hours earlier.
It only registered now, and it made you fearful and sad. You could’ve lost her. You could’ve had a miscarriage.
You touched your stomach again, stroking it gently.
“It’s just you and me, buddy, so you gotta hang in there for mommy..”, you whispered with tears about to roll down your cheeks.
Your phone vibrated, it was a message from Hongwon.
You smiled, then called him, “Oppa, it’s not your fault, but thank you---for everything.”
You could not see it, but you knew he was smiling, relieved that you were fine, happy that his future niece or nephew is safe.
“She’s inside… Please go in..”, you heard him say to perhaps a guest. Perhaps it was Euni or Shimty.
After straightening yourself up and running your fingers through your hair, you touched your belly again. “We’re gonna be okay.. We’re gonna be fine.. I’m here for you, baby. You and Mommy are gonna be fine. There’s two of us now..”
“No..”, Hyunjoong spoke from the doorway. He walked towards you, letting the door close by itself. He raised his hand then wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks, “You’re wrong. There are three of us now, Hyejung.”
He gently pulled you into his warm embrace. You stayed in his protective arms for a long time.
Hyunjoong untangled his arms around you and made you sit back on the hospital bed. He reached out to touch your belly.
“You’re gonna be okay.. You’re gonna fine..”, he said, talking to his unborn child. He took your hand and placed it on top of your belly, “Mommy and Daddy are here for you, baby.”
He looked lovingly into your eyes, as if making a promise. “I will be here for you and Mommy..”, he said, then smiled.
“We’ll be fine..”, he said, reassuring you then patted your tummy gently, “There are three of us now.”
‘ADDING UP A TOTAL OF A LOVE THAT IS TRUE, MULTIPLY LIFE BY THE POWER OF TWO..’.. or three…
Anyway, here's 2/3.. VERY RAW AND UNEDITED... and senseless..
Somebody (you know who you are) said, it was not connected to 'COOL' at all, *rolls eyes*, she's absolutely right.. No connection at all.. I'll try to make 3/3 better and connected to 2/3..
I'll shut up now.. Go, read.. leave me some comments...
And oh, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
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The world seemed to have blacked out. There was nothing you can see, it was all dim and dark. You were desperate to swim out from the eluding darkness, like a fish trying to make its way back into the tank. You tried to open your eyes, hoping to see some light.
There wasn’t much you can remember except that you were running and doing some high kicks followed by a pain so sharp you winced. It was not something you experienced before. The world became blurry. All you remember hearing last was a scream from one of the stuntmen, “Blood!! Hwangbossi is bleeding!! She’s bleeding..”. At that moment, you thought, “How can I be bleeding?”
Soon, red and blue lights pierced through the heavy mist. People were running around, even Choi Hongwon, who always seemed calm and collected, was panic stricken. But how can he be not, when you, his only talent and most precious friend, was lying on the cold cemented street somewhere in Seoul, almost passed out with blood gushing and flowing down your legs. Even with eyes half closed, you swear you could see tears coming out from his worried eyes, “Don’t cry, Oppa”, you wanted to say, but no words came out of your mouth as another wave of pain came piercing through your stomach.
~*~
The words that the doctor said did not seem to sink in until you were in your room, sitting on the bed, facing the bright warm sunshine flowing freely through the big glass windows.
“You were lucky”, he said, “You almost lost her… or him”
“If you are not careful in the future, you just might lose the baby.”, he added.
But what he meant, you did not understand, until you touched your stomach. It seemed surreal and utterly stupid, but for a moment or two, you were able to make a connection with your unborn child—the baby you almost lost a few hours earlier.
It only registered now, and it made you fearful and sad. You could’ve lost her. You could’ve had a miscarriage.
You touched your stomach again, stroking it gently.
“It’s just you and me, buddy, so you gotta hang in there for mommy..”, you whispered with tears about to roll down your cheeks.
Your phone vibrated, it was a message from Hongwon.
You smiled, then called him, “Oppa, it’s not your fault, but thank you---for everything.”
You could not see it, but you knew he was smiling, relieved that you were fine, happy that his future niece or nephew is safe.
“She’s inside… Please go in..”, you heard him say to perhaps a guest. Perhaps it was Euni or Shimty.
After straightening yourself up and running your fingers through your hair, you touched your belly again. “We’re gonna be okay.. We’re gonna be fine.. I’m here for you, baby. You and Mommy are gonna be fine. There’s two of us now..”
“No..”, Hyunjoong spoke from the doorway. He walked towards you, letting the door close by itself. He raised his hand then wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks, “You’re wrong. There are three of us now, Hyejung.”
He gently pulled you into his warm embrace. You stayed in his protective arms for a long time.
Hyunjoong untangled his arms around you and made you sit back on the hospital bed. He reached out to touch your belly.
“You’re gonna be okay.. You’re gonna fine..”, he said, talking to his unborn child. He took your hand and placed it on top of your belly, “Mommy and Daddy are here for you, baby.”
He looked lovingly into your eyes, as if making a promise. “I will be here for you and Mommy..”, he said, then smiled.
“We’ll be fine..”, he said, reassuring you then patted your tummy gently, “There are three of us now.”
‘ADDING UP A TOTAL OF A LOVE THAT IS TRUE, MULTIPLY LIFE BY THE POWER OF TWO..’.. or three…
1/3 COOL
Yikes! I’m back. Haha.. Is anybody still here? Well, I hope so. Otherwise, I’d be very sadface and sulky if y’all left me.
This is a 3 part fic, not necessarily co-related, but I’d like to think they are. So, if you don’t see any connections, uhm, let’s just say and pretend that there is.
Based on my twitter ‘chatters’, I’ve noticed ‘crazy fangirls’(pointing fingers at Naomz, Bebe and Azra) are fighting over Yunho the past few days. If he can’t be Hwangbo Unnie’s, U Know he belongs to me… LOL..
So here, a semi-YunBo—JoongBo—YunBru(??!!!!) fic..
Hope y’all like it and get the gist.. Been listening to Gwen Stefani’s Cool recently and this is another product of Wild Fancy Party imaginings…
I’m done with 2/3, but not 3/3. All I need is to edit 2/3 and we’re good to go/post. So, expect updates within the next few days/weeks.
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You picked up the trail of your midnight blue gown and gathered all sorts of courage you have left. It would be really immature of you if you looked away and pretended you did not see him.
“I thought you said we’d drop the formalities, Noona..”, the tense, heavy rain cloud between the two of you was replaced by pure sunshine when his face lit up. It was a pretty sight to behold—his eyes sinking in and completely disappearing when he smiled.
You huffed. Of course, it was your suggestion to drop formalities—you should not have been shocked. He, after all, graciously accepted your decision when you wanted to end things with him. He was a bright and open minded kid, and it was a shame that you used him as a rebound. He has been hopelessly in love with you since Choongjae introduced you to each other. You don’t know whether it was because your heart was broken by another kid at that time or was it his persistence that you decided to finally accept his love.
He smirked, “You look beautiful—as always, Noona.”
You blushed. You knew he was not trying to win you over, his compliments were always sincere. That’s who he is.
“Why, thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself..”, you joked, he was and will always be a stunner.
“How have you been doing, soon to be Mrs. Kim?”, he asked in a whisper.
“Yaaah..”, your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. You swore you weren’t wearing any rings that night and you don’t remember making any announcements unless you soon to be better half went bragging again.
“Don’t panic.. If you don’t remember, let me remind you again, I am very good in keeping secrets..”, he joked, making it evident what a good sport he was.
You felt relieved and at the same time happy that despite the sad separation, you still remain friends, you still remain ‘cool’.
It amused you to see that he was not fussing up all over you like he used to, instead his eyes were fixed elsewhere. You tried to follow his gaze. You were not sure if it was the dark-skinned girl in pale yellow dress that took almost all his attention. You looked at him again—his eyebrows furrowed. A worried look on his face. The girl smiled sheepishly back at him, trying to keep her balance as she walked towards you.
“Darn shoes..”, she muttered under her breath and smiled shyly at you.
The man across you took her arm to support her as she tried to stand upright after losing her balance again.
“Sorry, did I cut in your conversation? I didn’t mean to be rude..”, the girl, obviously younger than you and with her accent and constant stammering, you knew she was not from Korea, apologized.
“Mian.. I should not have asked you to wear those shoes. I should have listened to you.. Mian..”, he said apologetically, wrapping his arms around the other lady’s waist to support her as she chuckled.
“You owe me!”, she just said, “Wait, you haven’t introduced me to your friend.. Although there’s really no need for introductions ‘cause I am a big fan..”
“You’re more beautiful in person than what my friends said..”, she told you.
You watched as he laughed heartily over his girlfriend’s fangirling. Watching him looking lovingly at her made you sigh. It’s good to see him now with someone else. It’s good to see him now fussing and taking care of someone else. It’s such a miracle that you and him remain good friends. After all that you and him have been through, you knew you’re ‘cool’.
You were happy for him because you knew he was happy for you. You used to think it was impossible, but time always kills the pain. You’ve both changed, but somehow, you were still the same. You guys were cool and that was enough.
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“I saw you with Yunho earlier…” Hyunjoong said, cutting in your thoughts.
You nodded with a smile on your face. “Yeah..”, you sighed.
“So?”, he asked, waiting for you to say your piece. This time, he seemed patient, not a hint of jealousy in his voice.
“So, we remain to be good friends.. Besides, he seems very happy and in love with his new girl. He completely ignored me in front of her..”, you snorted.
Hyunjoong rolled his eyes, “He ignored you? Good..”
“I told him I proposed and you accepted… You should start wearing your ring..”, he continued to mumble while maneuvering the steering wheel.
This is a 3 part fic, not necessarily co-related, but I’d like to think they are. So, if you don’t see any connections, uhm, let’s just say and pretend that there is.
Based on my twitter ‘chatters’, I’ve noticed ‘crazy fangirls’(pointing fingers at Naomz, Bebe and Azra) are fighting over Yunho the past few days. If he can’t be Hwangbo Unnie’s, U Know he belongs to me… LOL..
So here, a semi-YunBo—JoongBo—YunBru(??!!!!) fic..
Hope y’all like it and get the gist.. Been listening to Gwen Stefani’s Cool recently and this is another product of Wild Fancy Party imaginings…
I’m done with 2/3, but not 3/3. All I need is to edit 2/3 and we’re good to go/post. So, expect updates within the next few days/weeks.
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You picked up the trail of your midnight blue gown and gathered all sorts of courage you have left. It would be really immature of you if you looked away and pretended you did not see him.
He was after all the most handsome man on that dance floor. Plus, he obviously saw you and the boy was kind enough to acknowledge you despite the bad ending.
“Annyeonghaseyo..”, you greeted him after taking a few steps.
“I thought you said we’d drop the formalities, Noona..”, the tense, heavy rain cloud between the two of you was replaced by pure sunshine when his face lit up. It was a pretty sight to behold—his eyes sinking in and completely disappearing when he smiled.
You huffed. Of course, it was your suggestion to drop formalities—you should not have been shocked. He, after all, graciously accepted your decision when you wanted to end things with him. He was a bright and open minded kid, and it was a shame that you used him as a rebound. He has been hopelessly in love with you since Choongjae introduced you to each other. You don’t know whether it was because your heart was broken by another kid at that time or was it his persistence that you decided to finally accept his love.
He smirked, “You look beautiful—as always, Noona.”
You blushed. You knew he was not trying to win you over, his compliments were always sincere. That’s who he is.
“Why, thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself..”, you joked, he was and will always be a stunner.
“How have you been doing, soon to be Mrs. Kim?”, he asked in a whisper.
“Yaaah..”, your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. You swore you weren’t wearing any rings that night and you don’t remember making any announcements unless you soon to be better half went bragging again.
“Don’t panic.. If you don’t remember, let me remind you again, I am very good in keeping secrets..”, he joked, making it evident what a good sport he was.
You felt relieved and at the same time happy that despite the sad separation, you still remain friends, you still remain ‘cool’.
It amused you to see that he was not fussing up all over you like he used to, instead his eyes were fixed elsewhere. You tried to follow his gaze. You were not sure if it was the dark-skinned girl in pale yellow dress that took almost all his attention. You looked at him again—his eyebrows furrowed. A worried look on his face. The girl smiled sheepishly back at him, trying to keep her balance as she walked towards you.
“Darn shoes..”, she muttered under her breath and smiled shyly at you.
The man across you took her arm to support her as she tried to stand upright after losing her balance again.
“Sorry, did I cut in your conversation? I didn’t mean to be rude..”, the girl, obviously younger than you and with her accent and constant stammering, you knew she was not from Korea, apologized.
“Mian.. I should not have asked you to wear those shoes. I should have listened to you.. Mian..”, he said apologetically, wrapping his arms around the other lady’s waist to support her as she chuckled.
“You owe me!”, she just said, “Wait, you haven’t introduced me to your friend.. Although there’s really no need for introductions ‘cause I am a big fan..”
“You’re more beautiful in person than what my friends said..”, she told you.
You watched as he laughed heartily over his girlfriend’s fangirling. Watching him looking lovingly at her made you sigh. It’s good to see him now with someone else. It’s good to see him now fussing and taking care of someone else. It’s such a miracle that you and him remain good friends. After all that you and him have been through, you knew you’re ‘cool’.
You were happy for him because you knew he was happy for you. You used to think it was impossible, but time always kills the pain. You’ve both changed, but somehow, you were still the same. You guys were cool and that was enough.
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“I saw you with Yunho earlier…” Hyunjoong said, cutting in your thoughts.
You nodded with a smile on your face. “Yeah..”, you sighed.
“So?”, he asked, waiting for you to say your piece. This time, he seemed patient, not a hint of jealousy in his voice.
“So, we remain to be good friends.. Besides, he seems very happy and in love with his new girl. He completely ignored me in front of her..”, you snorted.
Hyunjoong rolled his eyes, “He ignored you? Good..”
“I told him I proposed and you accepted… You should start wearing your ring..”, he continued to mumble while maneuvering the steering wheel.
I'LL BE BACK...
Helllllowwwww! Anybody here?!! I hope there are still some of you left..
This isn’t a fan fiction, it’s more like a public service announcement.
There’s been a thick cloud hanging over my head recently and I have been carrying some amount of weight. I thought I should be fair to everyone. It’s difficult to explain, so I’ll try to put this as simply and as straight forward as I can.
I know I promised many of you some fics and even accepted requests, but I guess the best way to put it is that I was in over my head. Truth is, work is like my personal vampire sucking the life out of me. The workload has definitely changed after transferring departments. I used to write during office hours because I am weird like that and ideas pop up even when I am in the middle of peeing, and I had all the time in the world. But now, I barely have to time to take pee breaks or go to the cafeteria to eat. I so wanted to write to release stress, but when I go home, sit in front of my laptop, it’s either I space, zone or blank out. And, my mood has been suckier than ever. Nothing ever inspires me anymore. When I get these little bubbles of ideas and actually start writing, words friggin’ leave me.
I have actually decided on this a few days after posting the fic below, I will not be writing any fan fictions until God knows when. I am really sorry to those I promised fics to, but real life summons and this time, it is for real (I cannot give any other excuses).
There are about five pending fics I have left unfinished, two of them are 75% through, unfortunately, I do not know where they are headed to, and the other three only have two paragraphs in each of them—one describing a snowy day, the other describing a street, and the last one just gibberish (I’m not even sure what the plots are), so they are most likely to be scrapped.
I still remain a faithful Joongboer even if I ship other ships (YunBo, BriBo, JinBo, KyuBo(??), BoNae(LOL) and Khuntoria) and tend to love it when people rock this ship. So, don’t worry Ashley, I am not jumping to MinJoong…at all!!
It’s just that I don’t know if this blog will be updated with fics and I wanted to be fair to those who come here everyday only to be disappointed by the lack of updates, thus the announcement. I am trying my best to finish the current ones I am working on, but it’s difficult when you don’t know where you’re headed and you barely have time to do something you lovelovelovelove so much.
I am not sure if Miss Blog Owner is keeping this blog for long once the updates become less than frequent if not never.
Don’t worry the_BRUHA will still be active on Twitter and Tumblr (so I am most likely to keep myself alive*wink*), ranting away about work, my series of unfortunate events called life and whatever it is that displeases or makes me happy. Also, I might change my name on those social networking sites, as suggested by Miss Blog Owner , to the _GRINCH. Okay, bad joke..
Ssory… I will try my best to come back every now and then though, so don’t be surprised if I just pop out of my shell and Don’t lose me.
Thank you to those who came, who read and those who left such heart warming comments. Believe me, those kind words are sources of inspiration for me and very much appreciated. You've all been very nice and understanding even when I started posting fics in PB which was a year ago (Oh my, it's been a year already.. Happy Anniversary to me!! One year of writing JoongBo fanfictions...)
So it’s Good Bye for now or maybe for awhile or forever… Haha..
Take care my Lovelies!!!
*takes a bow* *graceful exit*
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This was done on a whim (the last minutes of my shift and then my ride home to be exact), so expect absurdities and peculiar plots.. Haha!!
This is for the trolls trying to disrupt the peace of JBers and causing chaos in the JBers' lair, and for those underestimating and talking down on Hwangbo (I guess you're eating dirt now that you saw her latest StarHwabo pics, huh??!)
Anyway, I had no definite plot nor idea when I started this, so I just went with the flow and inspiration (the pic below).
Hope you enjoy this nevertheless.
Please do leave comments--and i don't mean the Haters and Bashers..
Thanks Cookietook and Janna for the pic.
By the way, this was posted RAW and UNEDITED, so expect lotsa errors
"Hyunjoongssi"..
You snapped back to reality as the male reporter called out your name. The flashing of the cameras always seem to put you in a temporary trance--automatically smiling dreamily for the press people and the fans.
"Yes?", you answered the man in blue jacket.
"We noticed you've been working really hard lately-doing Playful Kiss, modeling, traveling a lot, commercials, guestings.", the man spoke into the microphone, "A man has to have reasons for doing all these. You must probably be very rich now. Why Hyunjoongssi, why work so hard?"
You smiled and kept silent for a moment. You are more relaxed in this kind of setting-a press conference with lesser number of reporters whom you are familiar with which is done in a smaller, more low key location.
They were celebrating your fifth month in Keyeast and the management thinks it’s time to reach out to the media who have participated in making you the Hallyu star that you are now.
"Are you trying to match the success of your boss, Bae Yongjoon?", one of the reporters asked.
You cracked up at the follow up question, "Anio.. I could never match Hyungnim's success. He is a legend in the industry."
"Then why, Hyunjoongssi? Are you trying to buy another one of those expensive cars? Another Cayenne perhaps?", a woman reporter asked.
You smiled, "Anio.. I have yet to replace the motorcycle I crashed, but there might be another reason"
"So, why then? What are your future plans? What will you be doing with the money you earned?", the reporter in blue jacket asked again.
"Perhaps Mr. Kim is saving for his future family?", another one added.
"Are you already planning for a family, Mr. Kim?", one of them interjected.
You fell silent. You have been asked the same question so many times, but having talked about it with someone special recently got you thinking.
You smiled as memories came rushing in, "Hmm, perhaps.. Having a family would be nice..", you answered.
"How do you picture your future family Hyunjoongssi? Like your house? How many kids?", one of them asked.
"Well..", you answered.
You recall that lazy day when you and her had nothing to do, no work to keep you busy and eat up all your time.
It was a rainy Sunday morning. You cooked her ramen for breakfast because it was the only food left in your cupboard. She was sprawled on your couch as you slaved in front of the stove. It was something you loved doing-spoiling her like a princess to make up for the times you could not be with her.
The white leather couch was contrasting the mint green night shirt she was wearing, and you thought, ‘What a beautiful scene to behold’.
She flipped through channels and started to grumble that there was nothing good to watch. You carried the hot pot over and set it down in front of her. Her glum expression turned into a happy smile as she got up.
You almost died of happiness seeing her giggle like a child. Your past girlfriends have never been this happy when you cooked them something as simple as ramen. She laughed and smiled and giggled at almost everything you do and say, and that makes her unique. She was easy to please and she appreciated you for who you are without asking you to change anything. Yes, she bargained with you a lot, but she always met you half way.
As you let a bowl of ramen cool down for her, she watched the television intently then let out a big sigh.
She smiled dreamily at you as she shared one of her dreams as a child—a side of her she doesn’t show everyday. And you sit there, feeling mighty proud that she is comfortable enough with you to show you her cute side.
It was a simple dream, something that she could have, something that you could easily give. And because it made her happy, it was something you want to give her, something you want to experience with her.
You happily smiled at the press people, "My future family house? I don't dream of big houses, I want a simple duplex with white walls, big, tall windows with big green lawns where we could barbecue on Sunday after church and put up plastic swimming pools for the kids during summer. It would have white picket fences and a blue dog house beside a tree that we would plant.", you said echoing her words to the press, then added, "The house would have a purple roof.."
"Purple roof?", a reporter reacted.
"You know I travel a lot, so when I look down from the airplane and see the purple roof, I wouldn't feel so sad or homesick.. And remember the reason why I am doing what I am doing.", you explained. Of course, that's solely your idea. She isn't as 4D as you, well, not yet at least.
"Looks like you've had it all figured out. So, what about kids? How many do you plan to have?", a reporter asked.
You snorted, "I want a whole football team, but she only wants two, the eldest would be a boy and the youngest one a girl--like the family she grew up with.."
Your answer shocked the small crowd causing a loud buzz and warning glares from your manager.
"She? Who would that 'she' be? Perhaps it's Lee Hyorissi? She's been your ideal woman since you debuted, right?", one spoke into the microphone.
You shook your head with a smile, "Hyori Noona is a very close friend of mine. And like you said, she will always be my ideal woman, someone I admire, but that's all there is to it."
"Ahh, perhaps, it's Go Hyesun?", another one asked.
"Geum Jandi will always be for Go Junpyo, not Yoon Jihoo..", you wittily answered.
"Ahh, Jung Sominssi? There's a loud buzz after some fans watched your ‘behind the scenes’ released through YouTube..", the man in blue coat asked.
"I have grown really fond of her. Sominssi is really cute and fun to work with, like the cast of Playful Kiss. She is a very sweet girl, and she..she is like the sister I have never had.", you told them honestly.
The reporters grew even more curious.
"The one I have in mind is someone I want to protect from those who speak negatively of her. She is a kind soul whose beauty shines even more because she has a pure heart. She makes me happiest and respects and loves me not because of my status as an idol, but because I am me and she sees right through the titles or things people brand me.”
“She's my angel and the star that guides me through the darkest times of my life. She has also proven to be my number 1 fan who has supported me and honored my decisions. People close to us say she’s lucky, but when you really see her and know all the things she has done to and for me, you would realize I am very blessed. Come to think of it, I am very lucky to have her.", you said, a glint of pride in your eyes.
The female reporters gushed as they listened to your speech.
"Omo!", the reporter in blue exclaimed, "You are talking about Hwangbossi, right? Your Buin in We Got Married?"
You smiled naughtily at them, "Hmm.. Let's see.. Yeah, I might be talking about her.. Or maybe it's just a wild fantasy.. Let's just wait until 2012, shall we??"
With that, you stood up, gave them a low bow, and exit gracefully leaving the reporters stunned and quiet.
This is for the trolls trying to disrupt the peace of JBers and causing chaos in the JBers' lair, and for those underestimating and talking down on Hwangbo (I guess you're eating dirt now that you saw her latest StarHwabo pics, huh??!)
Anyway, I had no definite plot nor idea when I started this, so I just went with the flow and inspiration (the pic below).
Hope you enjoy this nevertheless.
Please do leave comments--and i don't mean the Haters and Bashers..
Thanks Cookietook and Janna for the pic.
By the way, this was posted RAW and UNEDITED, so expect lotsa errors
"Hyunjoongssi"..
You snapped back to reality as the male reporter called out your name. The flashing of the cameras always seem to put you in a temporary trance--automatically smiling dreamily for the press people and the fans.
"Yes?", you answered the man in blue jacket.
"We noticed you've been working really hard lately-doing Playful Kiss, modeling, traveling a lot, commercials, guestings.", the man spoke into the microphone, "A man has to have reasons for doing all these. You must probably be very rich now. Why Hyunjoongssi, why work so hard?"
You smiled and kept silent for a moment. You are more relaxed in this kind of setting-a press conference with lesser number of reporters whom you are familiar with which is done in a smaller, more low key location.
They were celebrating your fifth month in Keyeast and the management thinks it’s time to reach out to the media who have participated in making you the Hallyu star that you are now.
"Are you trying to match the success of your boss, Bae Yongjoon?", one of the reporters asked.
You cracked up at the follow up question, "Anio.. I could never match Hyungnim's success. He is a legend in the industry."
"Then why, Hyunjoongssi? Are you trying to buy another one of those expensive cars? Another Cayenne perhaps?", a woman reporter asked.
You smiled, "Anio.. I have yet to replace the motorcycle I crashed, but there might be another reason"
"So, why then? What are your future plans? What will you be doing with the money you earned?", the reporter in blue jacket asked again.
"Perhaps Mr. Kim is saving for his future family?", another one added.
"Are you already planning for a family, Mr. Kim?", one of them interjected.
You fell silent. You have been asked the same question so many times, but having talked about it with someone special recently got you thinking.
You smiled as memories came rushing in, "Hmm, perhaps.. Having a family would be nice..", you answered.
"How do you picture your future family Hyunjoongssi? Like your house? How many kids?", one of them asked.
"Well..", you answered.
You recall that lazy day when you and her had nothing to do, no work to keep you busy and eat up all your time.
It was a rainy Sunday morning. You cooked her ramen for breakfast because it was the only food left in your cupboard. She was sprawled on your couch as you slaved in front of the stove. It was something you loved doing-spoiling her like a princess to make up for the times you could not be with her.
The white leather couch was contrasting the mint green night shirt she was wearing, and you thought, ‘What a beautiful scene to behold’.
She flipped through channels and started to grumble that there was nothing good to watch. You carried the hot pot over and set it down in front of her. Her glum expression turned into a happy smile as she got up.
You almost died of happiness seeing her giggle like a child. Your past girlfriends have never been this happy when you cooked them something as simple as ramen. She laughed and smiled and giggled at almost everything you do and say, and that makes her unique. She was easy to please and she appreciated you for who you are without asking you to change anything. Yes, she bargained with you a lot, but she always met you half way.
As you let a bowl of ramen cool down for her, she watched the television intently then let out a big sigh.
She smiled dreamily at you as she shared one of her dreams as a child—a side of her she doesn’t show everyday. And you sit there, feeling mighty proud that she is comfortable enough with you to show you her cute side.
It was a simple dream, something that she could have, something that you could easily give. And because it made her happy, it was something you want to give her, something you want to experience with her.
You happily smiled at the press people, "My future family house? I don't dream of big houses, I want a simple duplex with white walls, big, tall windows with big green lawns where we could barbecue on Sunday after church and put up plastic swimming pools for the kids during summer. It would have white picket fences and a blue dog house beside a tree that we would plant.", you said echoing her words to the press, then added, "The house would have a purple roof.."
"Purple roof?", a reporter reacted.
"You know I travel a lot, so when I look down from the airplane and see the purple roof, I wouldn't feel so sad or homesick.. And remember the reason why I am doing what I am doing.", you explained. Of course, that's solely your idea. She isn't as 4D as you, well, not yet at least.
"Looks like you've had it all figured out. So, what about kids? How many do you plan to have?", a reporter asked.
You snorted, "I want a whole football team, but she only wants two, the eldest would be a boy and the youngest one a girl--like the family she grew up with.."
Your answer shocked the small crowd causing a loud buzz and warning glares from your manager.
"She? Who would that 'she' be? Perhaps it's Lee Hyorissi? She's been your ideal woman since you debuted, right?", one spoke into the microphone.
You shook your head with a smile, "Hyori Noona is a very close friend of mine. And like you said, she will always be my ideal woman, someone I admire, but that's all there is to it."
"Ahh, perhaps, it's Go Hyesun?", another one asked.
"Geum Jandi will always be for Go Junpyo, not Yoon Jihoo..", you wittily answered.
"Ahh, Jung Sominssi? There's a loud buzz after some fans watched your ‘behind the scenes’ released through YouTube..", the man in blue coat asked.
"I have grown really fond of her. Sominssi is really cute and fun to work with, like the cast of Playful Kiss. She is a very sweet girl, and she..she is like the sister I have never had.", you told them honestly.
The reporters grew even more curious.
"The one I have in mind is someone I want to protect from those who speak negatively of her. She is a kind soul whose beauty shines even more because she has a pure heart. She makes me happiest and respects and loves me not because of my status as an idol, but because I am me and she sees right through the titles or things people brand me.”
“She's my angel and the star that guides me through the darkest times of my life. She has also proven to be my number 1 fan who has supported me and honored my decisions. People close to us say she’s lucky, but when you really see her and know all the things she has done to and for me, you would realize I am very blessed. Come to think of it, I am very lucky to have her.", you said, a glint of pride in your eyes.
The female reporters gushed as they listened to your speech.
"Omo!", the reporter in blue exclaimed, "You are talking about Hwangbossi, right? Your Buin in We Got Married?"
You smiled naughtily at them, "Hmm.. Let's see.. Yeah, I might be talking about her.. Or maybe it's just a wild fantasy.. Let's just wait until 2012, shall we??"
With that, you stood up, gave them a low bow, and exit gracefully leaving the reporters stunned and quiet.
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