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forget me notKHJ POV
as everything within the family had been settled down..... the misunderstanding and everything.... everything and every one seemed to tangled in a
web.... i never expected that hyun jin will end up with Jae s brother... and yoochun is controling him... that little thing is as his brother describe, hard to
handle.... i felt pity toward my littlebrother....
Jae.. still the same... every night he will accompany me n sleep beside me... but he never put his hand on me........ few first night i felt uneasy... with
him beside me... i still get the idea that he will attack me any time... but later... i become accustomed by him....... and later... i feel that... i really need
him nearer...... it build up....i think i want him to make a move on me.... but he still playing the gentlemen game...our single and album are succeed,
we enjoy the fans letters and gifts..... the number of our fan base also going up..... i give my agreement to become Jae formal fiancee .... his dad and
mom is really great.... and by thet time we are like a big family... on weekend... his parent , Jae ,me , yoochun and hyun jin.... i thought everything will
really be ok.... i though i saw a very happy ending.... until a day after Jae s dad announced that the duo, me n jae, will take a short break to relax
before planning for our next album next year...
i m walking to my car that evening...... someone coming from behind..... i felt a gush of wind.......he stop to face me and give me a piece of paper... then
walking away...
i took a look at it...
"will meet u soon, MAX"
i nearly fall on my knees.....why this person appear when everything seemed to be ok....? what he wnat from me?
my phone ringing....
"Hyun Joong, dad ask u to come to his office, i am also here.... he want us to meet someone"
" ok... i m still nearby.. i will be there in 5 minutes"
i took the elevator... who is the person the president want us to meet?
when i opened the door, i see an old man inside the office... he is smiling at me.... i offered my respect to him....
"this is Mr Taki..., he is one of our biggest supporter and sponsor in Japan until now, both of u will go to Japan tour formally next year... so i had discuss
with MrTaki about your tour in Japan, he want to invite u two to Japan this year... just for a short vacation and getting to know Japan cultures.. so that u will
be familiar with it.... so when u are there u will be staying at his house"
we spend the rest of the evening talking about plans in the future and getting to know each other....
when everything is over... i turn my head to Jae.... i m thinking about the little piece of paper that i receive... i hope... our vacation to Japan is sooner..... i really dont
want to meet him.... i got the feeling that he want to finish what he done to me years ago....
the day had arrived... we are packing our belonging... we will spend 3 weeks in Japan, while doing some study on Japan entertainment..... the rumours that we
are going there had been heard.. even Japan correspondents from media had started to book our time... but we just received a few as we are still in vacation.. the
flight took longer than usual... because the weather is not so good and the ride is bumpy.. when we arrived there the driver that Mr Taki arrange had been waiting
for us.... we are so tired.... i nearly fall asleep on Jae shoulder...... we arrived later at the house... it is traditional yet modern.... so big, i thought it is a palace... if they
leve me here, i m sure i ll lost.... some one is waiting for us... he is taking us to his boss while explaining some rules and protocol of the place... at a glance,
looking at the place remind me of yakuza story i watch in the tv...
"welcome to our house" Mr Taki is waiting for us
"thank you"
"while u are here.. my son will be helping u...this is my son"
i bow my head... and when i pull my head... i am looking straight at a young guy
"welcome... i am shim changmin" he said
my eyes open up and i m become really stiff... i had been like that since i saw him just now .....MAX!!!! i said to my self....
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