Friday, February 24, 2012

Soulmates [ I ]

"Are you still angry?" Jooyeon poked your cheek. You huffed and looked out the window.

The plane was flying across a beautiful sea of sparkling blue - and as much as you wanted to keep your angry-face on, the sight of the sky and sea melted you away. Not that you admitted it to Jooyeon, though.

You still felt silly, stepping out of Joon's car and storming towards the plane, yelling at Jooyeon in all the languages you knew. Jooyeon apologized (but obviously did not mean it) and asked for you to come along.

"No. No, no and no!"

Yet Joon had lifted you up like a bride and carried you up - much to you chagrin. When he put you down in the plane, you tried to make your way to the exit. You put up such a violent resistance that Joon had ended up hugging you in his lap until the plane had taken off and was properly in the air.

From then on, you had not said a word to anyone. Thinking back about how Joon had wrapped his arms around you and cooed for you to sit on his lap like a 'good little girl', you felt heat tint your cheeks.

"Don't be angry, weren't you saying that you've been dying to go to the beach?"

"Do you realize there are no more workers in the cafe?" You glared at her.

Instead of an answer from Jooyeon, Joon looked up from the seat opposite yours. "Oh! You're finally talking!" He grinned.

His three other friends - whom Jooyeon had introduced as Seung Ho, Cheon Doong and Mir were seated on the other side. They turned to look as soon as Joon exclaimed, making you slink back into the chair.

G.O, who sat opposite Jooyeon, cleared his throat. "I've already sent replacement staff to the cafe and bought more than enough clothes and other essentials for the both of you." He looked pleased with himself. "And don't worry, the replacement staff are perfectly trained. "So, don't worry and have some fun?"

As much as you were angry with the arrangements, manners have taught you to not be a sulky kid when faced with such politeness. You nodded, noticing a smirk tug at the end of Joon's lips. "What's so amusing?" You could not help by ask.

"You." His eyes moved to look into yours.

Raising an eyebrow at his answer, you waited for him to continue. "I've never seen a waitress take off her apron, fling it towards her boss and have such a dramatic exit."

You blushed remembering that scene, and buried your face in your hands. "I hope he doesn't consider firing me!"

"I don't think he would, not many cafes have the privileged to hire such a cute girl as their waitress." You felt your blush deepen, and refused to remove your face from between your palms. He chuckled at your shyness, and you heard the rustling of clothes.

Letting out a gasp when a pair of warm hands touched yours, you looked up to find Joon's face inches from yours.

"Enjoy this trip, alright?" He asked with much sincerity, so you nodded with a sigh.

[ * ]

"That one over there will be your house." Joon pointed, walking towards a tiny, homely cottage with a luggage bag - your luggage bag, G.O had pointed out.

"Ex - excuse me? My house?"

Placing the bag in front of the door, Joon turned to affirm you with a grin. "Yes, of course. Did you think you would be sharing a room with Jooyeon?"

You looked towards your left, where other cottages were lined up at. Jooyeon was whispering in G.O's ear - both of them heading into the same cottage. You bit your lip. Of course not.

Still, you did not like staying alone in an unfamiliar place. Sure you rented an apartment, but you had housemates - Jooyeon being one of them.

"What's the matter?" Joon leaned towards you. Trying to ignore how close his face was to yours, you pretended to look at your surroundings.

"Ah, nothing. Just not one to adapt to new places quickly."

Joon stepped back, and you breathed at the sudden distance between him and you. You heard him fumbling with keys and then swinging the door open. "After you, milady." He gestured when you peeked, and you could not help but to laugh and enter.

[ * ]

"I'm leaving your bag over here." Joon informed, placing the luggage bag at the corner of the bedroom. He then took a look at your bathroom, exclaiming "Wow, the bathtub looks heavenly."

"Don't you get one too?" You asked, doing a quick tour around the cozy little cottage. Most of the room were joined to each other - except for the attached bathroom in the bedroom.

Joon's chuckle was heard, and as you reached the bedroom you found him leaning against the door frame, his gaze lingering on you before he moved it back into room. "I do get one in my cottage. The problem is I'm sharing the cottage with Mir. That means no Me Time with the bathtub." He ended with a bitter laugh.

You hummed in understanding, thanked him for bringing your luggage in and went to check out the contents. "Who bought all these stuff anyway?"

"Why?"

"Um ..." You bit your lower lip, fishing out a set of lacy white lingerie. "Whoever bought it must have very ... interesting tastes."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Joon smirked, then gave you a little wave. "I'm heading back to change! Waves here come in the evening, do you surf?"

[ * ]

Hopping towards the huge flowerbed in the park, you pointed your camera towards yourself to take a picture. A few feet away, Joon was sulking. "I can't believe you're such a tourist. I can't believe G.O made me skip surfing to accompany you. I can't believe this."

You ignored his complaints, having already debated with him awhile ago. If he disliked following you, he did not have you - you insisted. "But G.O's a bro. So I'm stuck with you." He had sighed.

"Does this road lead to the top of the hill?" You asked out loud - generally asking Joon but knowing he would ignore you, you pretended not to point the question at him.

Running up excitedly by yourself, you noted that he was not following. "He's so spoiled." You shook your head. The view at the summit of the tiny hill was breath-taking, and you screamed in hopes that Joon would come up.

He did, and it made your heart skip - knowing that he did care, even if a little.

When he found out that you were perfectly fine, he scowled. "Don't be so bitter." You cooed. "Won't you have regretted not coming up here? The view is fantastic!"

[ * ]

"What's wrong with you? Has being all touristy left you without an appetite?" Joon was a gentleman through and through. Despite his little tantrum earlier in the day, he still bothered to tend to you during dinner.

Unfortunately, you did not have the spirit to talk to him. Sitting at the table right across you was a senior from your school that you had a crush on. He had always been a person you looked up to, and even had a crush on. Just a week ago, you had confessed to him - and he had smiled, saying "I'll think about it, since you're pretty cute."

At that point, you thought he really meant it - that he would really consider it. Every time you met him during club activities, he would be very intimate with you. A week passed, and another. You wanted to ask him if he was ever going to decide - but thought that you should respect his space. Yet here he was, sitting at a table full of girls, flirting with them. He did not even notice you being there.

"Hey." Joon waved his hand in front of your face, temporary breaking your glare. "What's wrong?"

"I - nothing. Excuse me." You fumbled with the napkin on your lap and made a quick exit. Praying that no one would follow you, you walked aimlessly until you found a secluded corner to sit at, and allowing tears to make their way down your face.

"Guy problem?" You heard a familiar voice.

"No, not really. More like, my problem."

"Your guy problem?" Joon took a seat next to you.

"Are you here because G.O sent you?"

You took his silence as a yes. "Then don't ask."

"I do sincerely want to help, even if I needed some prodding to get over here." Joon sighed. "So tell me. Or come back to the table so Jooyeon can stop being worried."

Oh Jooyeon. Why did you have to come here for a vacation, of all places? Why did he have to be here as well? Of all times?!

"My crush was there. Sitting at the table next to ours."

"And?"

"And ... well he was supposed to think about ...."

"About?"

"My confession." You expected a snort, a giggle, a laugh, a sarcastic remark from Joon - but none came.

"So he's out here hitting on girls even though he said he might date you?" Joon's voice raised ever so slightly. "What a jerk." He stood up suddenly, and you had the sudden image of him punching something into smithereens. "If I didn't want to date anyone - I'd just tell them. C'mon." He tapped your shoulder.

"Where to?"

"Payback!" Joon grinned.

[ * ]

"So we're standing here for?"

"He's gonna be out in five minutes or so."

"How would you know?"

"I've sent Mir to do some agent-work for me." He looked pleased with himself, his plan. You were about to ask him what he meant with agent work, but he spoke before you could. "Do you act?"

"Excuse me?"

"As in, are you good at acting? Have you acted before? Can you act?"

"I'm not much of an actress ... why?" You must have looked worried, because he laughed then reassured you. "Leave everything to me then, just play along!"

It certainly seemed less than five minutes when you caught sight of your senior walking out of the restaurant with his many girl escorts. Panic overtook you, and you thought to walk away. As if reading your thoughts, Joon grabbed your hand and gave you a reassuring smile.

Gently pulling you along as he walked towards your senior, he hummed a lively tune. As you neared your senior, you heard some of the girls gasping and saw them pointing excitedly at Joon. It made your heart thumped harder, and you wondered if you could 'play along' as Joon as instructed at all.

Your legs were already shaking as you walked, so when Joon moved his foot into your path, you tripped and cursed inwardly. Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited for your body to come into contact with the ground.

Instead of the chilly cement that you expected, you soon found yourself in the warm embrace of someone - Joon. Never in a million years would you have been prepared for what you would see when you opened your eyes. All the times you thought Joon was close to you - he was never this close.

His lips were barely centimeters away from yours, it made you ponder for a brief moment if they had grazed yours during the fall. The look in his eyes was something you had not seen in him before. Gone was that childish glint in his eyes, or that Casanova flirty spark, or even that moody look you had seen earlier.

The way he gazed into your eyes, the way his eyebrows furrowed in make-shift worry - wait, was he even pretending anymore? "Are you alright, love?"

Love.

Love?

Taking a deep breath, you nodded without a sound. You were speechless. Under his intense gaze, you were melting, helpless, warm and cozy. Were there even people around anymore? It felt like you were alone with Joon.

A smile tugged at the end of his lips. "Thank goodness." He breathed, leaning to rest his forehead on yours.

Close, close, close! Your brain screamed as his lips hovered dangerously close to yours again. The tip of his defined nose brushed against yours, and you shivered. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea after all, you thought bitterly. From all the stories Jooyeon had told you, these four friends of G.O were really popular - especially Joon. He was known to have a girl whenever he wanted, and have another the next minute.

He was still a gentleman - but he was a flirt. A heartbreaker. Someone who had a big No printed on his forehead in your imagination.

Yet here you were, dazed by the intimacy of your bodies. Your lips yearned to touch his seemingly soft ones, you wanted to be in his embrace again.

It was when you heard the unmistakable voice of your senior that you realized he was still there. Stepping away slightly from Joon, you looked at him - trying to hide the hurt and bitterness as you waved and greeted him.

"What a surprise! I didn't think I'd meet you here." He walked towards you, the girls followed closely behind.

"Mmm, neither did I. I remember you mentioning that you had some part-time work to tend to, since you couldn't meet up me for the holidays."

"Oh that!" He looked flustered. Clearing his throat, he stuttered and continued. "It was cancelled last minute, and I didn't have your number, so -"

"I text you every few days to update you on the Art Club, oppa." You breathed the last word with much disappointment. In a way, you were relieved.

Relieved that he was caught red-handed, so that you no longer needed to wait. Wait for someone who would not even get back to you.

As your senior stood there at a loss for words, Joon curled a strand of your hair around his finger. "Are you done talking to this sad excuse of a man who can't even treat you right?"

Before you could answer, Joon's lips were on yours.

It was a brief experience. A chaste kiss.
It was not one of the best kisses you had received, but it was not a bad one either.
It was not passionate, but it was not bland.

Pulling you close to him, Joon glared at the man he seemed to dislike more and more with each passing second. "Don't go near her anymore, you disgrace of a man. She's mine now."

While the rustle and whispers of the group disappeared along with the man you once called your crush - your mind only resounded with Joon's last words.

[ * ]

"Thank you." You turned to give Joon a little bow. He had walked you back to your cottage after dinner.

Surprisingly, no one had asked about why you left the table when Joon and you rejoined. Even Jooyeon did not bring anything up. It occurred to you that Joon might have already said something to Mir earlier, but whatever the reason was, you were thankful to have the night end with much pleasantries instead of interrogations.

Joon chuckled and placed one hand on the wall behind you, leaning over you in the chilly night. "Thank you for?"

"For bothering with me. For carrying my luggage bag earlier, for accompanying me while I was being all touristy, for helping me get revenge, for the ki- "

Covering your mouth with your hands, you prayed that Joon had not heard or interpreted your slip of tongue.

If he did, he did not bring it up. Instead, he smiled and leaned even closer to you. "You're welcome. Have a good night."

"Good night."

"Sweet dreams."

"You too."

"Go on, get in."

"I - I can't move if you're leaning over me like this."

"Yes you can, you just have to walk sideways."

"That's awkward."

"So will this be when I think back about it."

Minutes later, you stood inside the warmth of the cottage with your back pressed against the door. Tears suddenly found their way down your cheeks, and you shook where you stood.

Reaching up shakily to touch your lips, you realized that they were still warm.

Warmth from his lips.

Joon's lips.

His last sentence had left you confused. It made you wonder if the little alcohol he had during dinner made him incoherent. What awkwardness was he talking about?

When he leaned down to press his lips onto yours for the second time that night, it suddenly made sense. Yet sense was the last thing that resounded in your mind. Unlike the kiss earlier, the second one was less careful and more demanding.

Joon had nibbled on your bottom lip and licked it, earning a whimper from you. He smiled then, and became more aggressive, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling your body to meet his. When the kiss was broken, Joon was panting with a slight grin. His eyes were hooded, and you blushed at his gaze on you.

Without a word, Joon left and you scrambled to get in before you could felt anymore dizzy.

No, you would not play his game.

Not fall for him.

Despite chanting the warning like a mantra, you found yourself unable to sleep that night. Images of Joon flash through your head, images of his gorgeous features, his smile, his frown, his goofy grin, his dangerously suave Casanova gaze - his lips.

[ * ]

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Soulmates [ prologue ]

This is what happens when one spends lunch hour reading through 25 episode reviews of Boys Over Flowers. Also, YiJung x GaEul have been the sole reason I finished watching that drama.

* S O U L M A T E S *
Inspired by Boys Over Flowers' YiJung x GaEul.


“If it were me, I’d spend the time looking for my soulmate —
although I’m not even sure stuff like that exists.”
– Yi Jung [ Boys Over Flowers ]


"Jooyeon, tell me you're kidding."

The girl with the pretty face - also known as Jooyeon, also known as your best friend - turned to look at you with a pout on her face. "I knew it." She sighed. "You don't approve of this do you? You think I'm a silly little girl in love!"

Pursing your lips, you hesitated before shaking your head. "No." You took a deep breath. "That's not it. I don't think you're a silly little girl in love."

"But you don't approve of this."

"I ... don't approve of this." You bit your lip.

"I knew it!" Jooyeon looked as if you had denied her from chocolate for all eternity.

"I'm sorry! I just don't trust the guy! You barely know him! And you're going to fly away to some remote island for a one week holiday? One. Week. Where are your senses? Who's going to save you if something happens?"

"What if ...?"

"What if what?"

"What if you came along?"

"You're insane. I'm not going. I barely know them!" You crossed your arms. "And remember, you barely know them as well!"

[ * ]

"Customer!" You heard the boss shout over the newspaper he was reading. Checking your attire and hair in the mirror, you moved from the kitchen to main area of the cafe. "Welcome!" You chirped.

A gorgeous looking boy entered, looking around with a worried expression on his face. Your smile faltered at his anxious eyes. "May I help you?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you know Jooyeon?" He grabbed your shoulders urgently. You wanted to shake his grip away, but the urgency in his voice reminded you that there were other pressing matters.

"Yes, I do. Why, did something happen?" Immediately, you guessed that something must have happened in school. It must be related to that G.O guy again. He and his horrible fan club. Poor Jooyeon, why did you have to fall for such a popular guy?

"How long have you known her?" He shook you slightly. You wanted to tell him to stop, it was making you dizzy - but Jooyeon oh Jooyeon, why?!

"Since kindergarten."

"That should be alright then. Come with me, you might just be able to see her for the last time."

Oh God. Please save Jooyeon.

Passing your apron to the boss, you were dragged out of the shop by the mysterious gorgeous boy who had not introduced himself yet. It did not matter to you then, because Jooyeon's well-being occupied every corner of your mind. It did not matter to you that his hand gripped yours firmly but gently.

It did not matter that when he led you to a sleek, silver sports car and opened the passenger door for you.

It did not matter that he leaned closely over to buckle your seat belt for you because you were zoning out in worry.

It only mattered when he pulled the car over into the airport - and you saw Jooyeon walking into what you assumed to be a private jet with three other men.

"Is that ... Jooyeon? And ... G.O?" You didn't know if you were angry, or surprised, or flabbergasted.

"Yup. And yes. And," He grabbed your chin, making you face him. "I'm Joon. Nice to meet you."

You could only remember the charming grin that flashed across his face before going into a fit of rage you could not really remember afterwards.

[ * ]

Thursday, February 9, 2012

When The Clock Strikes Twelve ; Chapter 14

"Hi."

"Hi." You stood in the cold for awhile. You yearned to enter the warmth of the car - but your body was not listening.

Instead, your eyes wandered all over Joon. From ever-charming grin to the slight flush of his cheeks. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked beyond his honey-brown fringe, into his sparkling eyes. Then your gaze moved downward into the white shirt he wore together with a piece of black denim vest and jeans.

His first two buttons were undone - something you did not fail to notice. He looked absolutely gorgeous, an arm stretched out to rest his hand on the steering wheel, his hair styled just the way you liked it.

"Wow, you look beautiful."

Those words brought your senses back, as you stepped out of the chilly wind into his car. "Thanks. So do you."

"Take off your clothes." You heard him say as he leaned over.

"Ex- excuse me?" You chocked at his blatantly weird request.

"Hmm? You want to keep your coat on?"

"Oh." You blushed in embarrassment at the words you misheard. 'Coat. Not clothes, silly.' Mentally slapping yourself, you tried to shurg your coat off. It was proving to be a hard task. You had done up your hair for the date, and was taking great care to not ruin in it - given the small space you had. When you finally accomplished your task, you realized that Joon had been silent for the past minute, his elbow resting on the side of your seat.

Your eyes darted around the car, wondering why he had been silently gazing at you. Did you mess your hair up? Was the dress not to his liking? Was there something you missed?

Anxiety took over you as you tried in vain to figure out what was wrong, so much that his next words threw you completely off-guard. Tears welled up in your eyes as your lips lifted.

"Why are you crying?" Joon asked, his eyebrows furrowing the cute way they always did. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No Joon. I'm sorry, this is so embarassing." You leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder. "Just my emotions getting over me. You picking me up for a date we're both dressed up for, the fact that I'm leaving soon. I know the fairytale is ending soon, but being in the fairytale now - it feels surreal. Feels too good to be true."

"It is. You are too good to be true, but you're here with me now - so let's not hold on to what we have, hmm?" His finger stroked your cheek, wiping the tear that had trailed down just seconds ago.

"Yes, let's."

Both of you kept true to it. Joon took you for a joyride, stopping at places you had never visited before. The stops were at places lacking of a holiday crowd - and it struck you that Joon was being very careful. He wore a fedora when he left the car, and pulled his scarf up past his chin. A pair of sunglasses were hung on his necklace, in case he needed them.

First there was a tiny tourist area, where a homely gift shop resided. Joon pulled you in and waved merrily to the staff there, you soon found out that he used to work there part time. "Pick a present." Came his offer, as he motioned to the many dolls and handicrafts.

"A present? What for?"

"For you to remember me." His answer was soft, almost sad.

So you picked a teddy, with eyes as soft as Joon's. It was made of the kind of material you loved to hug - it was perfect. Cheekily, you called it Joon and gave it a kiss, causing Joon to blush. After a short round of chatting, he paid and hurried you out to the next stop.

A restaurant.

The couple who ran the restaurant were family friends, and they had booked the entire place upon Joon's request. Dish after dish of delicious food was served, and you could not help but wonder how much it would cost for Joon.

"Don't ask." He answered, when you finally picked up the courage to ask. "If you ask I might start regretting."

"Regret spending on me?"

"I don't usually spend much on girls, even if I really like them."

You could not help but smile. "Does that mean you like me more than them?"

He smiled, avoiding your gaze and pretending his food was more interesting than anything else in the world right now. It was not like you needed to hear his answer. His actions, his words for the past weeks had been more than enough. Yet a tiny part of you yearned to hear it.

To assure yourself he needed you at least half as much as you needed him.

{ * }

Never in a million years would you have imagined that you would be overlooking the city of Seoul, in the snow, with Joon beside you. The scary ride through the mountain's windy roads were worth it.

"So..."

"So...?"

"How was the evening?" Joon turned sideways to look at you.

"Hmm.... " You put on a look of concentration. "It was good, but I guess it coul -" A shout from Joon cut you off, propping himself up on his elbow. "Don't tell me it wasn't great!" He had a look of disbelief.

"Oh you, I can't tease you anymore now, can I?" You reached to touch his face. If you had not stopped, you imagined he would have cried - or pretended to. The image of his crying face made your heart skip. "Everything was great, Joon. Absolutely amazing." You leaned over to give his nose a quick kiss.

He sighed in relief and moved to settle comfortably back in his chair, occasionally turning to look at you. In return, you would glance at him from the corner of your eye and smile.

Moments passed in silence, and a gasp escaped your lips when his fingers found yours and intertwined themselves in between yours. "There's something I need to tell you."

When you sneaked a glance at him, you realized he was not looking at you. In fact, he was avoiding the need to.

You realized that it was time.

Time to find out how the story would end. For the past few days, you had thought of every scenario possible for this little story of yours.

The princess would leave for a faraway land, and perhaps continue to keep in contact with the prince - but being one who needed someone right beside her - it would not last.

The princess could visit the prince every now and then, but knowing his busy schedule, it would take more effort on both ends to keep things going well.

Then there could be the practical ending. Sad, but practical.
They could say goodbye, and go about on their own, find their own happily ever after.

Or - you had noted it would need a miracle - they could live happily ever after together.

"When you leave, I don't plan to keep in contact with you anymore. But don't get me wrong! Hear me out first!"

He sounded so angry at himself, you could not even start to speak.

"I want to, would love to, keep in contact with you. But I know I can't. Being able to meet you here, I'm already more than thankful. Thankfully, MBLAQ's schedule is a bit more relaxed now - but in the future, it would only become more hectic.

I don't want to throw promises at you and not be able to keep them.

I don't want you to wait for someone who would wind up home after midnight, and fall asleep even before he makes his way into bed.

I want you to be happy.

So, please understand."

As his words poured out, you felt his grip on your fingers tighten. You wanted to tell him you understood. You wanted to tell him it was alright, you could relate, that you could feel his pain, and that you would still treasure him no matter what - but despite all the preparation you had, despite playing this scenario in your head over and over again, you could not stop the tears that trailed down your cheeks one after another.

"I'm sorry."

'Did you ever really love me though? Were your words just merely for the present? Would you still love me when I leave?' Those questions were never asked, only expressed through sobs as Joon pulled you into a sudden, tight hug.

{ * }

"So." Cherry stood over your bed.

"So?" You looked up at her, squinting at the ceiling light that illuminated her form.

"You're going back tomorrow."

"Yes I am."

"Well?" She asked exasperatedly, sitting herself on the side of your bed.

"Well what?" Why was everyone being so ambiguous these days?

"What's happening between you and Joon? Not like I want to be nosy - you can keep all the juicy details to yourself, I just want it in a vague nutshell."

"Vague nutshell." You repeated after her.

You had reached home after midnight, bidding Joon an awkward farewell and slipping quietl into bed after a shower. Assuming that Cherry was already asleep, you almost started to cry when the lights switched on.

"We're friends." You gave her the nutshell.

"Just friends?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Mmhmm." You stifled a yawn.

"With benefits?"

"You mean benefits like easy access to music show tickets?"

Her eyebrow remained raised. Not only was she interrogating you at this hour, she would not take jokes. Oh, Cherry. You smiled.

"What's so funny?" She demanded, lightly poking you.

"It's been a fun trip." You confessed, closing your eyes - as if doing so would extend your stay here. You heard Cherry sigh, and she agreed. "It's been fun having you over, too."