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.”
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*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!!
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."
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…”
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.
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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.
XOXO
It started out as a dare. My sister, her bff and I were on a group chat one day, and we were talking about how dependent I was and how I would not survive in a non-English speaking country. So I said, try me. They gave me a list of countries including Germany, Venezuela, Russia, Brazil, and threw in some African countries. I started complaining because I only had a limited budget, so my sister came up with Seoul, South Korea thinking, Ginnie, her bff, was still working in Busan, so there's no way I can ask help from her. But Ginnie PMed me, telling me not to worry 'coz she'll take care of me if the dare pushes through 'coz she now works in Seoul.
So there I was 25 days later, en route to Seoul with two backpacks and no English-Korean dictionary in hand. I only know two Korean phrases then--Annyeonghaseyo and Saranghamnida. I had no interest in the culture and only watch dubbed Korean movies and dramas if I had no other choice.
Ginnie picked me up at the airport just in time. I already felt nauseas because I was starting to panic thinking I was lost. She laughed so hard when she saw my cold nervous sweat. She took me to her workplace first. She's a set/stage designer and works for a prominent TV station in Korea. For now, she was assigned to a new TV program. I felt giddy and excited. I mean, who wouldn't?! I was pretty sure I'd be seeing stars I only see in Korean soaps and films. I asked her if I would see Lee Dong Wok, but she said he was serving the military. So, I asked if I would see Jun Pyo, she said not likely as the show deals with idol groups and the hosts were artists who were once part of idol groups. But she added in something that got me confused, she said, I might see someone from F4 there. I tried bugging her for details, but she just smiled at me and said, 'When you see him and if the 'sneaky bastard' decides to go there, you'll know..'
The curiosity faded away and was forgotten quickly as I saw the lovely people. I knew 'new girl group' because my Korean addict friend showed me a video clip of them, and my sister was completely head over heels in love with 'baby', so yeah, I knew him and his infamous group which was either on hiatus or has completely disbanded.
I was really in awe and thrilled to meet 'gorgeous unnie'. Like what I overheard from Ginnie and my sister as they talked about Korean celebs Ginnie met at work, 'gorgeous unnie' was very friendly and so non-diva like. She always had the least of things on her rider and she was always courteous to the staff even when she was so tired. She shook my hand firmly, which for me was a sign of the kind of person she was. Seeing her backstage made me realize why my sister was such a fangirl.
They soon started filming, but I got bored since I did not understand a thing they said, I excused myself and told Ginnie that I was gonna wait for her in the make-up room where we left my bags.
I settled on the couch, wrapped myself with a comforter and immediately, I felt drowsy. I was walking in Lalaland when I heard the squeaking of the door. Somebody entered the room. With eyes half closed, I can only tell that the person who came in was a man. He was tall and slim. I can't really tell if he's muscular but he had a good structure. He only wore a white shirt and tattered jeans. He had a black cap on, so I couldn't see his face. I was curious, but I was way too tired and sleepy.
I woke up to the squeaking of the door again. I really thought Korean guy in white shirt was about to leave, but then 'gorgeous unnie' came in. I don't think she noticed that I was there as I was bundled up in a comforter.
She walked slowly as if she was looking for something. She smiled widely when she saw the guy. 'She was looking for him? Is this 'sneaky bastard' Ginnie was referring to?, I asked myself. I saw the guy reach out his hand and when 'gorgeous unnie' held out her hand, he gently pulled her towards him and held her in a tight embrace. If I was right, the hug lasted for about 5 minutes.
I then concluded that he was really 'sneaky bastard'.
'Sneaky bastard' towered over 'gorgeous unnie'. They looked like the perfect couple. He kissed the top of her head before 'gorgeous unnie' broke free from his embrace. She took his cap off, so his face became visible from where I lay. He was really familiar, and for a good three minutes, I couldn't figure out his name for the life of me.
If only I understood what they were saying. He gently pushed a lock of stray hair away from her face then bent over to kiss her on the cheek then her full lips. I thought I melted when he did that. It was very sweet of him.
Then it dawned upon me who this guy was, he was the infamous 'statue actor' (please forgive me I'm not a fan). He wasn't stiff and statue-like when I saw him in that hit drama. Everything was so natural, and he looked pretty darn happy with her. I think he's smitten!!
After one more hug, 'gorgeous unnie' left, then sneaky bastard left. I was pretty much in awe. Obviously, they were in love, sorry, very much in love.
I told Ginnie what I saw on our drive home. Of course, I had to keep mum while I was there. She just laughed at me and said, if my sister saw that, she would've flipped with purple happiness. I told her, I didn't understand.
That night Ginnie and I watched a 'show'. Everything became clear how 'sneaky bastard' and 'gorgeous unnie' started. Ginnie said, their relationship was kept a secret, everybody acted like they saw nothing out of respect for 'gorgeous unnie'. Besides, there are those fans who think they own 'sneaky bastard' or those who think their idol is their boyfriend. I think everyone saw how much she suffered during their reality show, that's why her friends in the industry were very protective of her.
Ginnie said 'sneaky bastard', too was very protective. He used to keep it a secret, but there was a rumor that he didn't want to live like that. It was said that he almost quit show business just to be with her, but 'gorgeous unnie' said she was fine and she shouldn't be a hindrance to him doing what he loved to do.
What a beautiful love story these two have. I am mighty proud of them.
I wish I could give you guys more details or the names, but I too want to protect her, she deserves to love as she chooses and deserves only the best which I think is 'sneaky bastard'.
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WARNING: THIS IS A FAKE FAN ACCOUNT!!
Okay, I was whining to a friend about how I have never written a fan account and how badly I wanted to write one!! So, like the brilliant awesome friend she is, she suggested that I make up one.
The dare thing was real though, my friend dared me to go on vacay alone in a non-English speaking country, but due to the budget limit, we decided to cancel it.
So, I hope you guys enjoyed it. It was really like POOF!, there came the idea, so I had to hurry and write it all!!
Leave comments please!!!!
Catwalks and Heartbreaks
If this won't work, blame it on the Twitter folks, you ladies know who you are...
Please leave me some love.
Thanks LVK2010 for the pic!!
Hyungjun takes his final bow after strutting the catwalk wearing the collections of a budding designer. He walked through the busy hallways, stopping to greet people on the way. He finally reached the chair with his name written on the back, sighing deeply as he slumped down. It wasn't his first time on a fashion show but for this show, he was extremely nervous. Everything he did now was like his first time. But a smile graced his mighty features when he saw the person approaching through the vanity mirror.
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Hyunjoong decided it would be best to approach the Maknae of the once affluent Korean boy group when the thick sea of people backstage disappear. He knew the Maknae all too well-Hyungjun wasn't one to leave the backstage right away, he always lingered for a bit to breathe it all in.
When finally the crowd died down a bit, he decided it was time to make his move.
A petite woman walked in front of him holding a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers in her arms. She was always a kind creature who only thought of making other people happy. She loved taking care of other people that sometimes she forgets she needs someone to take care of her, too. She walked happily in her black stilletos making the once busy corridor her personal runway. HJ loved how her hips swayed in a very sensual way as she walked. Her black hair followed a certain rhythm as she turned to greet the people who called her name. And that voice that ringed and echoed through the hallways was no doubt hers and hers alone.
Hwangbo Hyejung was a walking poetry.
The Maknae turned excitedly as he saw one of his favorite Noonas approaching with a bouquet in hand. Although Hyungjun was a tall, chiselled man, he was still childish in many ways.
"Noona!!", he called out loudly, "You came, you really came!!!"
Hyungjun quickly got out of his chair, grinning like a fool and walking towards Hwangbo with his arms stretched out.
"So.. What do you think?", he asked Hwangbo as he flexed his muscles.
"You're a man now, young master!!", Hwangbo teased him as she handed him the bouquet.
"Chukahe", she added, patting his shoulder.
Hyungjun stood proudly with a wide smile, loving his Noona's compliments.
From where he stood, Hyunjoong smiled secretly. It was most fun for him to watch their interaction. Not one bit of Hwangbo and Hyungjun's relationship has changed.
He could still remember the third time he brought her to their dorm when they were still a group. It seemed like these two have known each other for years. They laughed and bickered a lot about the smallest of things. They were playful. He recalled how happy he felt that Youngsaeng, Jungmin, Kyujong and Hyungjun easily felt comfortable with his girlfriend. Heck, they almost instantly fell in love with her the moment she volunteered to feed them Ramen in Japan even if it only was for the TV show.
But his stomach was in knots as he watched Hyungjun wrap Hwangbo’s small frame with his muscular arms and held her in a tight embrace. It seemed like his blood pressure skyrocketed when Hyungjun lifted Hwangbo off the ground to complete the bear hug.
He froze on that very spot and felt nauseas. 'What is this?!', he asked himself.
Hyunjoong thought he heard someone call his name, so he looked up.
Hyungjun finally noticed his Hyung lurking a few feet from where they stood.
"Hyunjoong Hyung", the Maknae called out, as he gently put his Noona down. "What a lovely surprise..", he continued.
Hyungjun motioned for his Hyung to come closer, oblivious of how uncomfortable Hwangbo might be.
Hyunjoong had no choice. He walked slowly, conscious of the growing tension between him and his former girlfriend.
Things did not end pleasantly between them. The misunderstandings and hullabaloo of being top stars in the industry did not help at all. Their schedules did not allow them to patch up the damage that was slowly eating them up alive and swallowing their relationship in whole.
It ended quickly, but oh so painfully. As he took steps towards where Hyungjun and Hwangbo stood, the memories of how they ended their relationship played inside his head. He could still see hwangbo’s face that gloomy morning. Her eyeliner smeared all over her face, and the tears continued to flow unendlessly. He could still hear her muffled sobs. They argued so badly that morning, they need not come up with a decision, it just came naturally. It was hasty and stupid and immature, but he brought it up anyway.
And so, it ended in the most horrifying and devastating way with her walking out of the room leaving all her belongings behind, walking out of his life forever.
"Oh, chukahe maknae!", Hyunjoong greeted his former member, "You did well!"
Taking a deep breath, Hwangbo turned to face him. A phony, forced smile pasted on her face. She tipped her head forward, acknowledging his presence. She looked everywhere but never into his eyes, not even once.
"I was the best there, wasn't I, Hyung?!", the Maknae joked after sensing the obvious tension between his Hyung and Noona. He always wanted them together, at the rate their relationship was going. Hyungjun really thought he'd see those two in front of an altar, exchanging rings and promises, but he thought wrong. He tried to bring them back together, so did Kyujong, but they failed. They hurt each other's pride, not to mention just how truly stubborn they both were.
There was awkward silence as all three of them stood there. And somehow, Hyungjun felt like he had to say something before it gets more awkward.
"Noona brought me flowers. Isn't she beautiful, Hyung?", he blurted out, then feeling stupid afterwards.
Hyunjoong stared at Hwangbo--her hair was tied in a messy ponytail, her make-up light, she was as always glowing like a goddess divine.
'Yes she is indeed..', he thought to himself.
"Stop staring at her, Hyung..", Hyungjun leaned forward and whispered to Hyunjoong, "And please, close your mouth, your drool is all over the floor..."
Hyunjoong blinked then realized how intently he was staring at her.
"How have you been, Bu--, Hwa--, Hyejung Noona?", he finally had the guts to ask her.
Hwangbo tried to look up, but she just could not dare look him in the eyes. Six months have passed but the pain was still there.
Before Hwangbo could find the words to answer his question, someone called out her name causing her to turn around.
"Hyejungssi!!", the voice called again.
"I'm here..", she answered.
The man walked confidently towards Hwangbo then snaked his arms around her waist and held on to her tightly. He kissed her on the cheek then her mouth as if no one else was there. When he was done, he finally acknowledged the other people's presence.
"You did well, Hyungjun! Congrats!", Bae Yongjoon told Hyungjun, who was frozen not only because there was a superstar in front of him but because of what he just witnessed.
"Hyunjoongssi, it's been a long time since we saw each other. How's work coming along? Still a pretty busy guy, huh?", Yongjoon asked Hyunjoong, who was as shocked as his Maknae.
"This guy is bringing in the dough for Keyeast..", he proudly told Hwangbo, completely unaware of the tension and frigid atmosphere.
Of course, he was unaware of what transpired between his talent and his now girlfriend because the relationship was kept a secret, revealed only to Hwangbo and Hyunjoong’s closest friends.
Hwangbo smiled faintly then nodded.
Hyunjoong felt like his heart was about to explode with jealousy and anger. His boss and the only love of his life were in front of him, holding each other’s hand. The pang of regret dripped like blood in his veins. It was the meanest surprise he had ever gotten in his life.
He looked at the perfect couple, his boss and the ex-girlfriend that he still loves so much. Then what ifs, if only's, should haves, could haves and would haves hit Hyunjoong like a bullet train. Right then and there, he felt like he was beaten to a pulp. His face became pale and lifeless. Now, he was only left with his what ifs.
~*~
Hwangbo swallowed the lump forming on her throat. She tried to look at Hyunjoong’s face, but ended up looking elsewhere. She couldn't do it. She could not dare herself to look at him again. Although what they had ended six months ago and she should have moved on by now, the pain was still fresh. All her fears started popping like mushroom now that he was here and her new boyfriend was standing right beside her.
She knew this day would come but not this soon. She had not expected the same kind of pain and hurt to affect her so much and make her so uncomfortable now that she is face to face the man she once loved so deeply.
She did not realize this then but now she knows that her love for Kim Hyunjoong is so much greater compared to what she has now for Bae Yongjoon and perhaps any other man she will love in the future.
As she stood there, holding another man's hand facing her one great love, she held her tears in. She couldn't move nor breathe.
'I can't cry!!', she kept repeating to herself, 'I won't cry..'
She held on to Yongjoon’s arm tighter as if using it for support. She knew she had to escape and the man beside her was her only way out.
"Well young lads, I and my lovely lady here have to go now. I have to feed her and keep her happy and satisfied.", Yongjoon said, then reached out his hand for a handshake with Hyungjun.
"It was nice meeting you!", he said to Hyungjun, then turned to Hyunjoong, "I'll see you around in the office. We need to discuss a new project..", he told him.
Hyunjoong nodded and watched as Hwangbo and Yongjoon link arms, turned, then walked away.
Hwangbo was finally able to breathe.
Hwangbo caught a glimpse of Hyunjoong’s face. There was a sad look evident on his face. Something only she could see. But she had to stay strong and move on.
She walked away from him for the second time, but this time she promised herself never to look back. She kept walking further away from him until she knew he was no longer in view. When she turned around, Hyunjoong was no longer there. She had to move on and forget about her Shillang.
A tear was threatening to spill out from her eyes as the elevator door closed, but she quickly whisked it away in one motion.
'Big girls don't cry', she reminded herself. 'I will not cry anymore...'
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Hyungjun takes his final bow after strutting the catwalk wearing the collections of a budding designer. He walked through the busy hallways, stopping to greet people on the way. He finally reached the chair with his name written on the back, sighing deeply as he slumped down. It wasn't his first time on a fashion show but for this show, he was extremely nervous. Everything he did now was like his first time. But a smile graced his mighty features when he saw the person approaching through the vanity mirror.
~*~
Hyunjoong decided it would be best to approach the Maknae of the once affluent Korean boy group when the thick sea of people backstage disappear. He knew the Maknae all too well-Hyungjun wasn't one to leave the backstage right away, he always lingered for a bit to breathe it all in.
When finally the crowd died down a bit, he decided it was time to make his move.
A petite woman walked in front of him holding a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers in her arms. She was always a kind creature who only thought of making other people happy. She loved taking care of other people that sometimes she forgets she needs someone to take care of her, too. She walked happily in her black stilletos making the once busy corridor her personal runway. HJ loved how her hips swayed in a very sensual way as she walked. Her black hair followed a certain rhythm as she turned to greet the people who called her name. And that voice that ringed and echoed through the hallways was no doubt hers and hers alone.
Hwangbo Hyejung was a walking poetry.
The Maknae turned excitedly as he saw one of his favorite Noonas approaching with a bouquet in hand. Although Hyungjun was a tall, chiselled man, he was still childish in many ways.
"Noona!!", he called out loudly, "You came, you really came!!!"
Hyungjun quickly got out of his chair, grinning like a fool and walking towards Hwangbo with his arms stretched out.
"So.. What do you think?", he asked Hwangbo as he flexed his muscles.
"You're a man now, young master!!", Hwangbo teased him as she handed him the bouquet.
"Chukahe", she added, patting his shoulder.
Hyungjun stood proudly with a wide smile, loving his Noona's compliments.
From where he stood, Hyunjoong smiled secretly. It was most fun for him to watch their interaction. Not one bit of Hwangbo and Hyungjun's relationship has changed.
He could still remember the third time he brought her to their dorm when they were still a group. It seemed like these two have known each other for years. They laughed and bickered a lot about the smallest of things. They were playful. He recalled how happy he felt that Youngsaeng, Jungmin, Kyujong and Hyungjun easily felt comfortable with his girlfriend. Heck, they almost instantly fell in love with her the moment she volunteered to feed them Ramen in Japan even if it only was for the TV show.
But his stomach was in knots as he watched Hyungjun wrap Hwangbo’s small frame with his muscular arms and held her in a tight embrace. It seemed like his blood pressure skyrocketed when Hyungjun lifted Hwangbo off the ground to complete the bear hug.
He froze on that very spot and felt nauseas. 'What is this?!', he asked himself.
Hyunjoong thought he heard someone call his name, so he looked up.
Hyungjun finally noticed his Hyung lurking a few feet from where they stood.
"Hyunjoong Hyung", the Maknae called out, as he gently put his Noona down. "What a lovely surprise..", he continued.
Hyungjun motioned for his Hyung to come closer, oblivious of how uncomfortable Hwangbo might be.
Hyunjoong had no choice. He walked slowly, conscious of the growing tension between him and his former girlfriend.
Things did not end pleasantly between them. The misunderstandings and hullabaloo of being top stars in the industry did not help at all. Their schedules did not allow them to patch up the damage that was slowly eating them up alive and swallowing their relationship in whole.
It ended quickly, but oh so painfully. As he took steps towards where Hyungjun and Hwangbo stood, the memories of how they ended their relationship played inside his head. He could still see hwangbo’s face that gloomy morning. Her eyeliner smeared all over her face, and the tears continued to flow unendlessly. He could still hear her muffled sobs. They argued so badly that morning, they need not come up with a decision, it just came naturally. It was hasty and stupid and immature, but he brought it up anyway.
And so, it ended in the most horrifying and devastating way with her walking out of the room leaving all her belongings behind, walking out of his life forever.
"Oh, chukahe maknae!", Hyunjoong greeted his former member, "You did well!"
Taking a deep breath, Hwangbo turned to face him. A phony, forced smile pasted on her face. She tipped her head forward, acknowledging his presence. She looked everywhere but never into his eyes, not even once.
"I was the best there, wasn't I, Hyung?!", the Maknae joked after sensing the obvious tension between his Hyung and Noona. He always wanted them together, at the rate their relationship was going. Hyungjun really thought he'd see those two in front of an altar, exchanging rings and promises, but he thought wrong. He tried to bring them back together, so did Kyujong, but they failed. They hurt each other's pride, not to mention just how truly stubborn they both were.
There was awkward silence as all three of them stood there. And somehow, Hyungjun felt like he had to say something before it gets more awkward.
"Noona brought me flowers. Isn't she beautiful, Hyung?", he blurted out, then feeling stupid afterwards.
Hyunjoong stared at Hwangbo--her hair was tied in a messy ponytail, her make-up light, she was as always glowing like a goddess divine.
'Yes she is indeed..', he thought to himself.
"Stop staring at her, Hyung..", Hyungjun leaned forward and whispered to Hyunjoong, "And please, close your mouth, your drool is all over the floor..."
Hyunjoong blinked then realized how intently he was staring at her.
"How have you been, Bu--, Hwa--, Hyejung Noona?", he finally had the guts to ask her.
Hwangbo tried to look up, but she just could not dare look him in the eyes. Six months have passed but the pain was still there.
Before Hwangbo could find the words to answer his question, someone called out her name causing her to turn around.
"Hyejungssi!!", the voice called again.
"I'm here..", she answered.
The man walked confidently towards Hwangbo then snaked his arms around her waist and held on to her tightly. He kissed her on the cheek then her mouth as if no one else was there. When he was done, he finally acknowledged the other people's presence.
"You did well, Hyungjun! Congrats!", Bae Yongjoon told Hyungjun, who was frozen not only because there was a superstar in front of him but because of what he just witnessed.
"Hyunjoongssi, it's been a long time since we saw each other. How's work coming along? Still a pretty busy guy, huh?", Yongjoon asked Hyunjoong, who was as shocked as his Maknae.
"This guy is bringing in the dough for Keyeast..", he proudly told Hwangbo, completely unaware of the tension and frigid atmosphere.
Of course, he was unaware of what transpired between his talent and his now girlfriend because the relationship was kept a secret, revealed only to Hwangbo and Hyunjoong’s closest friends.
Hwangbo smiled faintly then nodded.
Hyunjoong felt like his heart was about to explode with jealousy and anger. His boss and the only love of his life were in front of him, holding each other’s hand. The pang of regret dripped like blood in his veins. It was the meanest surprise he had ever gotten in his life.
He looked at the perfect couple, his boss and the ex-girlfriend that he still loves so much. Then what ifs, if only's, should haves, could haves and would haves hit Hyunjoong like a bullet train. Right then and there, he felt like he was beaten to a pulp. His face became pale and lifeless. Now, he was only left with his what ifs.
~*~
Hwangbo swallowed the lump forming on her throat. She tried to look at Hyunjoong’s face, but ended up looking elsewhere. She couldn't do it. She could not dare herself to look at him again. Although what they had ended six months ago and she should have moved on by now, the pain was still fresh. All her fears started popping like mushroom now that he was here and her new boyfriend was standing right beside her.
She knew this day would come but not this soon. She had not expected the same kind of pain and hurt to affect her so much and make her so uncomfortable now that she is face to face the man she once loved so deeply.
She did not realize this then but now she knows that her love for Kim Hyunjoong is so much greater compared to what she has now for Bae Yongjoon and perhaps any other man she will love in the future.
As she stood there, holding another man's hand facing her one great love, she held her tears in. She couldn't move nor breathe.
'I can't cry!!', she kept repeating to herself, 'I won't cry..'
She held on to Yongjoon’s arm tighter as if using it for support. She knew she had to escape and the man beside her was her only way out.
"Well young lads, I and my lovely lady here have to go now. I have to feed her and keep her happy and satisfied.", Yongjoon said, then reached out his hand for a handshake with Hyungjun.
"It was nice meeting you!", he said to Hyungjun, then turned to Hyunjoong, "I'll see you around in the office. We need to discuss a new project..", he told him.
Hyunjoong nodded and watched as Hwangbo and Yongjoon link arms, turned, then walked away.
Hwangbo was finally able to breathe.
Hwangbo caught a glimpse of Hyunjoong’s face. There was a sad look evident on his face. Something only she could see. But she had to stay strong and move on.
She walked away from him for the second time, but this time she promised herself never to look back. She kept walking further away from him until she knew he was no longer in view. When she turned around, Hyunjoong was no longer there. She had to move on and forget about her Shillang.
A tear was threatening to spill out from her eyes as the elevator door closed, but she quickly whisked it away in one motion.
'Big girls don't cry', she reminded herself. 'I will not cry anymore...'
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