I was scared, no one knew I would be here except for my family and even they knew that I wanted to be alone. So who's knocking? Frozen on the spot that I stood, a knock came again but this time the person spoke.

"Yoona, it's me."

Dugun Dugun. I-I know that voice. Dugun Dugun. How many nights have I dreamt of his voice, how many times have I replayed his voice messages.

Without any hesitation I rushed to the door and forcefully yanked the door open, revealing a very drenched Jonghyun.

A lot of questions went through my mind. Am I dreaming? Am I crazy? Am I delusional? Is he really here? How is he here? Those are some of the questions that ran through my head but the most prominent question running through my mind was: Why is he here?

I stood rooted on my spot being slightly drenched from the raging rain from the doorway. He however is drenched to the skin. The wind howled and the rain poured but still I stood frozen looking at the person I both wanted to see and not to see.

He grabbed the door from my hands and he gently closed the door behind him. He then looked at me, those eyes that would melt me, those eyes that are filled with compassion and... Love? That’s not right!! He’s not supposed to feel that way towards me!! After everything I’ve done. After all the pain and suffering that he went through, why does he still look at me like that! He shouldn’t! He has to hate me-

He gently cupped my face, bringing me out of thoughts, and he said, “I finally found you.” He then hugged me very tightly, as if he never wanted to let me go. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I was astonished and numbed all over. My hands limp beside me and my mind blank. I could feel him. I could smell his Armani Black Code cologne. I couldn’t be imagining things here. He’s really here. He’s here.

I slowly wrapped my hands around him and buried my face in his chest. He’s really here. He’s really here. I’m not crazy. I’m not delusional. He’s really here.

He slowly looked at me lovingly and smiled. And I smiled back. Hundreds of things were running through my mind but all were lost just because of that smile.

“Yongie gwenchana?” He asked me. His voice filled with concern. I got the meaning of his question. He knows. I don’t know how but he knows my latest predicaments with the netizen. I knew that once he knew, he would try to do something, anything to help me. But I wouldn’t have it that way. I wanted him to move on from me, well that was the white lie I told Taeyeon unnie. The real reason was I’ve influenced his life too much already. Enough is enough, I don’t want to bother him anymore. But here he is, all my pleas to my unnies down the drain. And yet I’m happy. After I pushed him away too much, I’m still happy being with him.

I nodded slightly, but still I wanted to know why. “Why are you here?” I asked softly.

He didn’t say anything, probably formulating the exact reason why he’s here. I gauged his expression and he’s looking more confused than sure. I suddenly shivered. He too felt it and looked down. I was partially drenched from hugging him. He quickly detached himself from me and I suddenly felt the cold from the weather or from the absence of his hug, I’m not sure.

“I’ll answer your question later. Let’s get dressed first okay?” He said and I smiled my agreement.

With one final smile, he went to the master bedroom- wait. He went THERE! Of all places to go to, why that bedroom?! Panic-stricken, I quickly followed him but it was too late. He opened the door and we both looked at the bed. That bed. Neither of us moved from our spots as we stared at the bed. The memories replayed in my head, the heat, the ‘I love you’s, the feeling of his body against mine. I promised myself I wouldn’t remember the night I gave myself fully to him but with him beside me, the memory flowed like a river. I couldn’t do anything to stop it until-

He suddenly coughed loudly, as if he too was shy and embarrassed. He brought me out of my reveries thankfully and I looked at him. His face was blushing bright red. I guess he too remembered that night. I looked away shyly, I know too am blushing and the atmosphere was very awkward. We still haven’t moved from our spot and I do not have any courage to break the awkward silence until he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I uh- I’ll just get my clothes and use the guest’s toilet Y-Yongie.” He said. He went to the closet and took some of his clothes that were stored here along with some of mine. He didn’t notice that his words brought a smile upon my face until I said, “That’s the first time I’ve heard you call me that again after a long time.”

He stopped on his tracks and looked back at me. He had this soft expression that calmed my nerves even though a moment ago was on edge due to the... um… memories… He still had that effect on me.

He lightly caressed my cheek and he said, “I missed calling you that.” He left but with one last glance at my flustered self, leaving me deep in my thoughts.

I used the master bedroom’s toilet this time and I let the hot water seep through my body as I thought what just happened moments ago. He’s really here. Not once in my life did I think that there would be a remote possibility that he would be here, here with me. But that wasn’t the best part; he called me “Yongie”. Maybe things would change, maybe the cosmic universe has decided to right every wrong doings I’ve committed in my life. Maybe. Just maybe. And if that were the case, I’ll never let him go.

I showered longer than I expected and as I was drying my hair in the bathroom, a sweet aroma filled my nose and stomach churned in response. Curious, I went out to the living room (ignoring pointedly the bed) and searched for the source of that aroma. A sight that I would not imagine to see or ever see surprised me. Jongie’s cooking with an apron strapped cutely around him. I couldn’t resist but smile. Noticing that I was behind me, he looked back and smiled.

“Sit down Yongie, I’ll be done in a few minutes.”

He left the stove a bit and gave me a wine glass filled with red wine at the table. He gestured for me to sit and went back to cooking. I diligently sat and watch him maneuver himself expertly with his dish. I just sat and watch his back and it was mesmerizing. It was like I was in a trance and I subconsciously stood up and walked behind his back. Maybe it was his intoxicating perfume, or perhaps his welcoming back or maybe I just missed him but I don’t know what came to me. I hug him from behind.

It started slow. I felt him tensed his body but it did not deter my actions. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around him and I felt him relaxed. He lowered the fire on the stove and lightly grabbed my arms and tighten my hug.

I miss this. I miss having him in my arms. I miss him.

We stayed in that position for a while until he slowly unwrap himself from me and looked at me. He lightly caressed my cheek (my heart fluttered at the touch) and smiled. “Let’s eat?” I smiled back and nodded.

I helped him set up the table in a comfortable silence, with a few side glances to him. I just couldn’t help it though, I mean, he’s hot, caring, and I love him-

A blush crept into my cheek at the thought of finally saying those words, well, thinking those words. I fanned myself to calm myself down and he looked at me questioning my action as he sat down. I smiled and shook my head as I too sat down opposite him.

With all the food laid down before him I caught him looking at me with a glint in his eyes and a sense of nostalgia came before me. I knew that look. I smiled back and we both put our hands in a prayer-like manner and said, “Itadakimasu!”

We both laughed at our antics and it felt heavenly that we could still communicate with our eyes, just like how it was way before. It brought a light smile on my face and a bright mood to me. It felt like everything was on its right place; like everything is perfect.

And speaking of perfect, the food is perfectly delicious. I mean I’ve gone to lots of hotels and restaurant all over the world with Michelin starred chefs and very, very tasty food. But Jonghyun’s food could make a run for their money. Yeap, it’s that good, and the fact it was just a simple Bibimbap. Just that.

“Wow Jongie, where did you get these ingredients and side dishes,” I asked as I started mixing my plate.

He rubbed the back of his neck and sheepishly answered, “Well, after I left your father’s house, I figured the house would be empty of food so I bought some groceries before I came to the house.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you Jongie-“ I stopped in my words. H-have I been saying “Jongie” all of this time? Fearing that he may take offense on me calling him that again, I carefully look at him with wide eyes. Instead of the scornful eyes I thought I would see, I saw a warm smile.

“You know how long I’ve wanted you to call me that again Yongie?” He calmly asked.

All the anxiety I had melted away just by his words. Fluff, that’s all I feel right now.

The dinner was filled with light chat. I finished my food earlier than he did, which was the norm. I ate so fast, well faster because that walk did me good, and he savors the taste (Him being a picky eater and all). Nonetheless I talked to him with my arm supporting my head, watching him eat. It was relaxing really, watching his facial expressions turn from being serious, to a light smile, or when he told this story he had while filming his movie in America or about Emma Watson (I got jealous of him standing next to Hermione, or was it the other way? I got jealous of Hermione standing next to him… Mwolla). It was invigorating. I couldn’t help but feel more alive despite all the pitfalls happening in my life right now. All the heartaches, all the dramas, all the anger just faded away, like it was all just a bad dream. But for it all to go away, for me to heal and move on, we have to talk, to let it all out. Who better to hear my mistakes and misgivings other than the person I want to give my life to, right?

So after dinner with the table cleaned and dishes washed, we sat on the sofa. His left arm around my shoulder while we watch TV and ate popcorn. I wouldn’t lie that my heart is confused. It fluttered because he is holding very close, but it also sounded like a drum in intervals due to my decision to come clean. The only problem is, how do I start that conversation…

“You know you can tell me anything Yongie,” He lightly said as he turned off the TV and faced me.

Dumbfounded as I was through his statement, I blankly said, “Ne?”

“You’re spacing out, you have something that’s bothering you. You don’t have to tell me anything that you don’t want to,” he said.

“Ani oppa, gwechana. I want to come clean to you… You have the right to know the truth…” I said carefully.

I don’t know how he’s going to react to my misgivings and mistakes but I owe it to him. I told him how I… I… came to know Seunggi Oppa… How miserable I felt that me and Jonghyun weren’t communicating much… how much I craved affection and being taken care of that time… how I met Seunggi Oppa… how he showered me with love and affection and how I felt like everything was brand new… I told him how we were having fun… and how wrong it felt but good at the same time… how I forgot everything about we had until our scandal was brought to light… how I immediately thought of him at that time… on how indecisive I was when the scandal was brought out… should I call him or not… during our phone call that night… on how I felt when he shouted at me for the first time over the phone… on how heartbroken I was when I heard that you destroyed that bar… on how I knew I was still in love with him at that time he hung up on me… on how miserable I was on the following months… on how I missed his touch, his embrace, his kiss on me… on how I love him so much… everything… I told him everything… The whole time I was talking, I looked at the floor as the tears fell. My emotions were all over the floor as I was scared on how he felt, I was relieved that I finally told me and a burden was lift up off my shoulders, and how I was anxious on how he would think of me after I was done talking.

“… and I’m sorry… Sorry that I put you through hell… Jongie Oppa… jeongmal mianhe...” I whispered silently.

It was silent.... very silent… it came to the point that the silence was deafening and it strengthened my anxiety… I had no courage to look at him for the fear of anger and hatred in eyes haunted scared me… so I waited for him to make a move… whether to shout on me or hit me… I would take it all… I have done so much worse on him-

Suddenly, I felt my head being grabbed and a warm sensation on my mouth.

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M-m-my-m-myoya?

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W-wh-w-what’s h-ha-happ-happening?

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I-I felt him kissing me…

My eyes were wide in shock and it took me some time to realize that he was actually kissing me. I couldn’t believe it at first… but then… it dawned into me… his lips… his hands on my cheeks… and I savored the feeling… it felt… liberating… nice... and warm…

After a while, he broke the kiss and looked at me. It was at that time I realized he had tears running down his face… and he started talking.

“Yongie… Jeongmal mianhe… if I wasn’t so busy that time you wouldn’t have felt neglected… you wouldn’t feel unloved… I should have been there for you-“

“Ani oppa! It’s all my fault… I was the one who cheated on you… you aren’t at fault at this… it was all mine and mine alone-“

“Ani Yongie… it’s also my fault…”

“No, it’s all mi-“
 

He silenced me with a kiss. A very passionate kiss. And this time I responded. I kissed him back. And we were at it for quite some time…

Maybe it was at that time that I felt he forgave me… I felt that he still love as how I love him… maybe it was at that time that I also forgave myself on what I did…

“Make love to me tonight Yongie.”

His eyes were full of love that I didn’t hesitate on giving his sign. I nodded and he swept me off my feet and took me to the bedroom; where I first gave myself to a man, to him.

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(I don’t know how to write this scene so I’m going to skip it… hehehe – pokerman)

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As I lay on the bed with him beside me sleeping so peacefully, I couldn’t help but smile. Everything seems perfect. Everything is put back in to its right place. As I his hair as he lay facing me, thoughts of the future ran through my mind. For once in my bleak life, I-I had hope for the future. I thought that my life is just one dark tunnel, but just like a tunnel, it ends. I could see the light at the end of that tunnel. It seemed miniscule but it’s there, my ray of hope, my Jongie… He’s my future, now and always…

I stayed like that until I saw a red blinking light in the darkness of the room. Curious, I wore his shirt that carelessly hang on the bedside table and I stood up to investigate. It was his phone amongst a heap of disorganized pile of clothes *blush*. I opened the phone and saw hundreds of messages and miscalls. It was still locked and I tried the first combination that popped into my mind. Ding Ding Ding! Kekeke I still knew it. Kekeke it was 1234. He’s still as simple as before. I hope he wouldn’t mind as I checked all his messages.

What I saw melted my heart… All of them were asking if he has found me. My parents, s, Kyu-Line members, my father and sister, and my members. They were all worried… Taeyeon unnie covered most of the messages. It ranged from her aegyo attempts, to threatening him, cursing him even just to divulge any information about my whereabouts. It made me chuckle amidst the tears that I didn’t knew already fell. I really felt loved by everyone around me, especially by my Jongie…

I searched for my phone amongst the pile to reply to dissipate them. It’s the least thing I could do after all the time they searched for me. I’ve been really an insensitive woman. Sure enough as soon as I my phone, my phone buzzed continuously due to a multitude of messages and notifications streaming through. I smiled as I saw all their messages.

As I was scrolling through the messages, I saw a message from an unknown number and what I saw a bit of the message scared me: “I know where you are leach…“

My hands trembled as I opened the message. I went numb… Here’s the message:

I know where you are leach!

And I know who you’re with. No one else owns a red Aston Martin V8 other than CNBlue’s Lee Jonghyun.

I don’t even know why he’s with you but I don’t care. I have evidence that you and Lee Jonghyun are in the same house together. This scandal will finally ruin your career for good! I will have my revenge for my Seunggi oppa!

M… Ma… Maldo andwae…

To add more to my shock, my phone vibrated and the person w-w-was ca-calling me…

I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in and contemplated on whether I should answer this call. Reluctantly I answered the call. What choice do I have? She’s blackmailing me…

How’s the bathroom? The person (a girl) asked.

My eyes widened and I was mortified. S-she’s near and probably saw w-what we d-did a while ago…

Yes I know where you are and what you did leach. She answered my unsaid question.

Now this is what is going to happen. You are going to disappear forever from Entertainment Industry. If for once I see you in any news, tabloids, articles, any THING, I will upload the pictures AND a video of you and Lee Jonghyun. Say goodbye to both of your careers. She said it with so malice that I for one never knew a person could talk like so. Even before she finished, I was already crying, devastated, mortified as each word she said stabbed my heart at the impending ending of my little fantasy a while ago: a future without Lee Jonghyun.

So what do you think ‘unnie’? What are you going to choose?

I already knew my answer but coming to terms with it was painstakingly hard and it broke my heart…

“A-arasseo, I-I will disappear…” I whispered.

Good girl.

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I left.

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- Lee Jonghyun’s POV –

No… Come back… Where are you going! Come back… ANDWAE!!!

I woke up suddenly with cold sweat running down my body. I gasped heavily as I tried to remember what I dreamt. I-It was horrible… I-I saw Yongie walking away from me… and she was swallowed by darkness. I tried to stop her but sh-she wouldn’t listen… she had this look… this look of a-a corpse: emotionless and blank eyes…

It took me awhile to shake myself awake when I remembered what happened last night. I wouldn’t lie that I was smiling from ear to ear. It was magical and there was nothing I could describe it other than perfect. Speaking of which… Yongie wasn’t beside me.

By this time, I had already forgotten about my dream. All the anxiety were gone and replaced with happiness. The sun had already risen, the rays dancing around as the wind danced along with the leaves. It was a great day. I stretched happily and started to look for clothes. If I remember correctly from last night, we just tore away our clothes. I expected our clothes to be scattered on the floor but it was clean. I found my clothes folded on the side table beside the bed and I wore it. As I wore it, a piece of paper fell, slowly gliding to the floor.

At the back of my mind, my mind was filled with anxiety but I just brushed it off. It just might be a note of her going for a jog or something, yeah a jog. Maybe groceries. But still… I was reluctant… No… Comeback… the dream started creeping back to me and I couldn’t decide on whether I should or should not pick it up. Maybe I should just leave it al- Wait. What’s happening to me? I’m being paranoid about a piece of paper. Kekeke yeah… what’s the worst thing that could happen? I picked it up and read it.

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The first thing that got into my mind was to run. RUN. Run to wherever she went. I searched for her in the entire house. She wasn’t there. SHE WASN’T THERE. I rushed outside and what I saw drove reality hard to my face. H-Her car’s gone. My knees buckled and I knelt on the ground crying as I read her letter… again…

Yesterday was the best day of my life.

And I would hold last night in my heart forever.

I’m sorry that I had leave this way. I can’t drag you down with me.

I’m sorry and I love you.

Goodbye my Jongie.

Author’s Note:

Hi guys. Pokerman here.

Here marks the end of my fanfic Broken into pieces. I hope you could forgive me for finishing the fanfic so long.

I would like to thank you guys for having the patience to wait for this fanfic. Yeah especially

By the way… Read my P.S. It’s really important…

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P.S. Just Kidding hehehe (Don’t kill me XD)

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Three Months Later

- Lee Jonghyun’s POV –

It had been 3 months since I last saw her. At that time, I was back to my past self; the self-destructive version of myself. But it didn’t last. Taeyeon noona literally slapped me in the face so hard. Like really really hard. I remember her hand was etched in my face the whole day, everyone laughed at how ridiculous I looked with that hand print. But I didn’t mind. It woke me up. Noona woke me up.

Yah Lee Jonghyun! I didn’t spend my entire summer the last year fixing you for this! WAKE THE HELL UP! YOONA IS SOMEWHERE BEING FORCED TO HIDE GODDAMNIT. AND YOU’RE HERE CRYING ABOUT IT?! WHAT THE HELL LEE JONGHYUN! GET UP YOUR AND LOOK FOR HER AGAIN YOU UNGRATEFUL ! *Slapped… hard…*

So yeah 3 months down the line I tried my best to look for her, the places we went to, where our memories occurred and I diligently went to each (if my schedule allows it). Even the ones we went to abroad, I went to them. But she wasn’t there.

But I haven’t lost hope. I didn’t had the luxury to lose hope. The Girls haven’t lost hope, especially Taeyeon noona. None of them have had lost hope of finding her.

So here I was going to a fan signing event in Seoul. I was very impatient for this to end because Taeyeon noona and I are going to Phuket because a fan uploaded an image of a shady image of a woman that had a striking resemblance to Yoona.

It was taking too long. It dragged on and on and I couldn’t for the life of me wonder why the time is so slow. But I didn’t let it show to my fans. Even though my mind was someplace else, I managed to have some chit chat with the fans and write a personal message to each fan. It was all going well except for this particular fan though, she stood out probably because she reminds me of someone that may or may not be in Phuket. When I shook her hand it felt familiar. Like really familiar. I didn’t know what to think of it but when I looked at her face, it was hidden properly with huge eyeglasses, a baseball cap and a mask. When I looked at her fully, she wore baggy clothes and worn out jeans and sneakers. But her eyes that were vaguely seen through her glasses were familiar. But it couldn’t be right? I mean what is the coincidence of Yoona being this girl right? She wouldn’t wear those clothes. So I brushed it off my mind and I talked to her.

“Hi what’s your na-“ I started but she walked off suddenly without a word spoken after our handshake, leaving me with my mouth open, flabbergasted at the fan’s actions.

I looked at my hand and this tingling sensation were a residue of our handshake. Could it be?

“Hi oppa! I couldn’t wait to meet you.” A fan suddenly brought me out of my thoughts and I was occupied yet again. And I momentarily forgot about that fan.

Minutes passed and an hour passed. It finally finished and I couldn’t wait to board the plane to go to Phuket. I really did wish Yoona was there and I could finally see her. Once I see her I am never ever letting her go-

“Wait up Jonghyun-ah. What’s the rush?” Manager Hyung asked as I stood up and made my way to the exit.

“Hyung remember? I have a flight to Phuket later?”

“I know, I know. I’m the one who bought your ticket remember? It’s still too early to go to the airport and the manager of the mall asked if you could hold an impromptu performance? You know for the fans?”

“Hyung, can I please go already? I have to go pack some clothe-“ I suddenly stopped talking. The fan that I forgot about was looking at me without her glasses and when our eyes accidentally met, she looked away immediately but I wouldn’t forget those eyes. Those doe shaped eyes. It couldn’t be… I wasn’t sure of what I saw, maybe I was hallucinating or maybe I just miss her so much. But I had to make sure. And I know how.

“Arasseoyo Hyung. I’ll do it but just one song.” I told him. He simply nodded and went to set it up.

I keep on glancing her way and every time that I did, she would look away immediately but she didn’t move.

As I sat in a stool with my guitar, I started tuning my guitar as some guys set up the microphone.

“Annyeong yeorobun.” I said and the fans started screaming. I smiled and I continue.

“This is song is for someone that I haven’t seen for a long time. I really miss that person so I am dedicating this song for that person. I promised that I would only sing this song in front of that person, so wherever you are, I miss you.”

And I started playing and singing my heart out, every time that I did sing this song.

(My Love – Lee Jonghyun)

Jangbakke biga naerimyeon

(When the rain falls out the window)

Gamjwodeul gieokgi nae mameul jeoksigo

(The hidden memories drench my heart)

Ijeun jul alrassdeon saram

(The person I thought I forgot)

Ohiryeo seonmyeonghi ddo dasi ddeoolla

(Rather floats up clearer in my head)

As I sang, I fervently hoped that she would just pop up again, just like she did when I sang it to the 2NE1 girls.

Nae sarangah sarangah geuriun naeui sarangah

(My love, my love, my love that I long for)

Moknoha bulleobojiman deutjido mothaneun sarang

(My love, who I call out as loud as I can but can’t hear me)

Nae sarangah sarangah bogopeun naeui sarangah

(My love, my love, my love that I miss)

Geudae ireumaneurodo bein deut apeun sarangah nae sarangah

(Just your name alone cuts me, my painful love, my love)

I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer that when I open my eyes, she would be there… Please…

Janggaye eodeumi omyeon

(When the darkness comes out the window)

Sumgyeo non chueokgi nae mameul balkhine

(The hidden memories light up my heart)

I opened my eyes and the first person I saw was that fan… And she was crying. She had removed her mask and she was covering with her hand trying to muffle the sound of her crying.

Nae sarangah sarangah geuriun naeui sarangah

(My love, my love, my love that I long for)

Moknoha bulleobojiman deutjido mothaneun sarang

(My love, who I call out as loud as I can but can’t hear me)

Nae sarangah sarangah bogopeun naeui sarang-

And when our eyes met, I knew. It’s really her. I stopped singing, she stopped crying, time stopped, the world stopped, everything stopped. It was just me and her, and everything else didn’t matter. I finally found you.

But then she turned around and turned to leave. And I panicked.

“Kajinma!”

My voice rang across the mall and everyone was frozen in their place looking at me, shocked that the Lee Jonghyun just shouted. But I didn’t care at all. All my focus was on her. She too froze for a moment but then she started moving again.

“Jjebal kajinma Im Yoona!”

The murmuring started at once. “Did he say Im Yoona? The Im Yoona?” “The leach? What about that leach?” “How does he know Im Yoona?” “Is she here?” “Maldo Andwae…”

She froze momentarily but she still continued her way to the exit. That was it. I jumped off the stage after laying my guitar down and ran after her. I didn’t care at all what happened but I ran after her like my life depended on it. The fans saw me running and made way for me and made it easier for me to catch up, hold her hand and spun her around.

And I was right. It is her. I had mixed emotions at that time, relieved because I finally found her, happy because I finally saw her, angry because she disappeared, worried because flashes of light were all over us but most of all warm, because she’s here in front of me.

“Jonghyun-ah let go of me,” she whispered urgently.

“Why so you can run away from me again?” I replied angrily. She tried to shake my hand off her arm but I held on tightly

“You don’t understand Jonghyun-ah, I’m doing this for you-“ she pleaded but I cut her off.

“For me? FOR ME? Yoona, I need you in my life. I will die without you. Please don’t go-“

“I can’t Jonghyun-ah. I can’t drag you down with me. I can’t ruin your career for me-“

I don’t know what passed through me. I think I was angry at her “reason” for running away, I just wanted her to shut up on saying her excuses, so I kissed her, in front of the fans, and the flashing lights, and in front of the rolling camera, and in front of the whole world to see.

It was minutes later (probably but to me, it was hours later) I broke the kiss and said, “I love you, now and forever. Stay with me, I’ll be with you” I pleaded with my eyes.

I didn’t realize that she was still crying and her doe shaped eyes were puffy and red from crying. I got really anxious because I know if she begged me one more time to let her go, I will… I can’t hurt her, never ever will I hurt her. So if that’s what she wants, I’ll let her go. And that is why I begged her not to say those words…

We stared at each other amidst the silence that our kiss brought to the surroundings. I have never been so nervous in my life

A second went by.

Another.

And another.

It went on and on and I didn’t know I was holding my breath until…

She slowly removed her arm from my hand. S-she b-broke away from me… she d-doesn’t want t-to be with m-me… Sh-she’s leaving me behind…

Just when my tears fell and when all hope was lost, she held my hand and she smiled. She smiled! I grabbed her hand we ran with now a mob behind us taking pictures and videos. But I didn’t care at all, because she’s staying with me forever.

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Epilogue

- Yoona’s POV –

It has been three years since that all that fiasco in Jongie’s fan meeting. That time when we ran, we rushed over to SNSD dorm to “borrow” Taeyeon unnie’s ticket to Phuket. I won’t tell you how emotional the girls and I got when they finally saw me. So both Jonghyun and I went to Phuket to lay low for 2 weeks. But then we had to come back at some point right? And when we did, all hell broke loose. It was hectic, the news ran wild, the media and paparazzi were all over us, and each and every action were publicized and critiqued. It was hard, I felt like an insect being watched by small children. I felt suffocated but I managed. I did manage because he’s beside me. He never left me alone, even if he had a schedule abroad, he will let me tag along.

We were inseparable, and we got married in a few months. Yes in a few months. You could probably tell me that we rushed into marriage, that we were still young, and probably a million reasons not to get married but we don’t care. We were in love and I was pre-

“Ma’am, I have come to clean your room,” the housekeeper said.

“Alright Lorena, just give me a bit,” I replied. I was finishing the last touches of my makeup when the door suddenly opened and someone sat on me.

“Omma! Omma! When are we going to meet with Taeyeon Imo?”

Yes at that time I was 3 months pregnant. I really was going to disappear from his life, but when I realized I was pregnant, I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t bear to leave him outside of our child’s life. It is unfair for him. So that’s why I went to that fan meeting but I was still unsure whether to tell him or not because of that girl who blackmailed me. Oh if you are wondering what happened to her, well she did release the pictures of us. But the repercussions of those actions were very dire. SM and FNC Entertainment sued her for infringe of personal privacy. She’s currently in jail at the moment.

We weren’t really planning to get married so early to be honest, but when I broke the news to him, he was ecstatic that he was going to be a father. I still remember how his face beamed with happiness. And so yeah, we got married shortly.

“Collin-ah just wait for a bit okay? Omma is still getting ready.”

“Ne Omma.” He jumped off from my lap and said, “And Appa? Where is Appa?”

“He’ll be here after he finish working. I think he’s already on his way.”

Currently, we are at LA. Yes Los Angeles in America. My husband got a photo shoot schedule here for a week so we tagged along. Normally we would just be in our house in Seoul but we decided to make a vacation here. Taeyeon unnie is also here, she has expanded her music career to America too and we are going to visit her shortly.

The door suddenly opened to our room and I was hugged from behind.

“How’s my wife?” A husky voice said from behind.

“Better now that you are here. Let’s go?” I replied as I kissed his cheek.

“Let’s go.”

If you think about it, my life was a twist of ups and downs, more so on the downside to be honest. But it was all worth it, I have my nampyeon and a gorgeous son. Isn’t it worth it?

Author’s Note:

So how was my prank? Hahaha :) Please don’t kill me.

Anyway it has been a long journey and I would like to thank you all for being patient and bearing with me. A special shout out to bokyo28! A promise to you :)

See you in my next Fanfic! Peace!

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