“Babe, are you okay?”

His voice sounded too exhausted and too wounded in my ears. It saddened the hell out of me.

Trying to compose myself, I answered him, “I am. How about you?”

I heard him heavily sighing on the other line. Again, it depressed me.

“Why did you turn off your phone?” He asked in pain. “I’m worried about you so much...” See? See, ______? This was what you got for ignoring him, for forgetting his existence and only focusing on your own lame problem. He is now hurt and that is because of your sick personality.

I was almost tempted to tell him the truth; that I had not been contacting him for the past three days because of a cursed package and death threats I got from who seemed to be his sasaeng fans. But that would only make him anxiously worried of me more, so I decided not to.

“Why did I turn off my phone?” I contemplated for a while. “I did not intend to do so. I am sorry if I made you upset... It ran out of battery and my phone charger was sort of lost I just found it under my bed this morning.” What a lame excuse!

Jung Soo sighed again. He seemed to be very worn out to argue against my stupid defense, so he just weakly whispered, “Don’t do that ever again, I am begging you.”

I nodded my head though I knew he could not see me. “Yes oppa, I promise you.”

“Say it again, ______-ah.” His voice brightened up a bit upon hearing me call him oppa.

I slightly blushed. Only Jung Soo could make me feel this way. Even with numerous problems behind me, his presence made it all better. He made me feel better. “Oppa, can you sing for me? I miss your voice so much,” I suddenly requested.

Jung Soo chuckled. “What do you want me to sing, babe?”

“Anything.”

“Okay. This is our new song. You get the privilege to hear it first, sung live by me. Pay attention to the lyrics. A Day is the title of this song.”

Neol bomyeon, pyeonhae (When I see you, I feel comfortable)

Ireon mal neol sirheohaettjiman (Even though you don’t like it when I say that)

Haengbokhae hajiman yeojeonhi neol buranhaehaettji (I’m happy but still you are still worried)

Uisimhajima neol goerobijima (Don’t doubt, don’t torture yourself)

Sasil sunjinhan saramingeol (You are actually a pure person)

Sarangseureon nun useum neomchil ddae (When you give off that lovely smile with your eyes)

Neon areumdawo nunbusyeo (You are beautiful, eye-blinding)

Haru-e handbeonman neol saenggakhae (I think of you just once a day)

Deo isangeun andwae, akkyeodulgeoya (It can’t be more, I’m going to cherish you)

Himdeureotdeon haru-ui sunshine (The sunshine in my hard day)

Keudaeman isseojundamyeon O.K (If only you are here, it’s okay)

Keugeollo dwae (That’s good enough)

“You’re the sunshine of my hard day...,” Jung Soo softly said after singing the song.

My eyes turned watery. “That’s one beautiful song, sung by the most beautiful person on earth,” I humbly praised him.

Jung Soo cheekily giggled. “No, wrong~ I sang that for the most beautiful person...”

I could not respond his cheesiness. If only he had seen me at my lowest. If only he had seen the darkest side of me...

“Oppa.” Calling him oppa was no longer awkward anymore. “For singing, thank you.”

“______-ah, oppa just wanna let you know that, oppa will be bust for the next few weeks.” Exhaustion was easy to be heard in the tone of his voice. “Starting tomorrow, days will be tougher and life will be harder.”

My feelings were mixed at this rate. On one side, I hated him for being Super Junior Leeteuk who barely had time for himself, could not rest, could not happily enjoy every second of his hectic life. On the other side, I understood that it was all his decision. He was a mature man, he knew his capacity and his ability. He knew all the risk and responsibility, yet he still chose life like this. I had no rights to stop him from doing what he wanted to do. And on another different side, I was a bit relieved because it meant I did not need to put some more effort to avoid seeing him. Without any of it, Jung Soo himself had unknowingly saved us both from being caught up by his sasaeng fans. He had saved this relationship.

“Oppa, why are you never not busy?!” I sighed. “What is it this time?”

“Repackaged album, new choreography to learn, new music video to shoot, filming of some shows, early preparation for our forthcoming world tour...,” Jung Soo feebly answered.

I almost exploded with anger when he mentioned shows. I clearly understood that term. Fixed guest on Strong Heart, Star King, fixed DJ of Sukira, fixed MC for his new variety show Best Couple, fixed star on new season of Hello Baby with idol group Sistar. And that was the ones I knew. How on earth could a person manage to do it all? How? “Have some sympathy for your body and your health, Jung Soo oppa. Don’t force yourself.”

“Hmm,” he muttered. “Babe, I will have a day off on 22^nd. I won’t come back home on Chuseok Day.”

“And then...?”

“May we go out on a date?” Jung Soo asked carefully.

September 22^nd... Today is September 4^th. Maybe we could manage to escape from sasaeng fans’ investigation for that one exact day. Maybe. “I’ll let you know later, okay?”

“Oh... Okay.” No matter how Jung Soo tried to sound okay, I knew he was hiding his disappointment. “Oppa needs to go now.”

Even when I knew I did  not have him gone forever, letting him leave was never easy. “I will call you tomorrow after school. Bye, oppa.”

“Yeah, see you babe.”

--

Next day at school, I did not tell anything about the newest package I received to Ye Eun. I did not tell her how scared it got me. I did not tell her how I now practically needed some help from anti depressant and the presence of Jung Soo to reduce the frustration I constantly got from those threats.

It was ironic. The person who would make me feel better was the same person who caused people to do this thing to me, or at least that was what I thought.

The next two weeks were one long nightmare. My life had no stable controls. It had same pattern and I should have learnt it and got used to it. Yet, I could not bring myself to it. Packages would come every two or three days. Sometimes it was just cursing, sometimes it was a death threat, sometimes it said how much they hated me, sometimes it told me to die, sometimes it wished for me to die in my sleep. My reaction would always the same. Pills, and a phone call to one exact person, Jung Soo. His voice never failed to soothe my frantic heart. It never failed to calm me down. The sound of his breathing was so comforting and it made me relax most of the time.

Imagine if the world was me. Poverty, starvation, misery, disaster, disease, misfortunate would have disappeared the moment they knew Jung Soo.

The day before Chuseok, I received another package. The message was much more humane compared to the previous ones. Maybe because they had not seen me around their so-called oppa for weeks. After all, these stans were getting easier to understand. Less being seen with their oppa, less threats. Maybe if they spotted me with Jung Soo tomorrow, they would attack me again. But at this point I could care no more. Meeting Jung Soo would help me to endure all of this thing.

i don't reread this so mistake can probably be found ;A; might update again today but we'll see :) i'm in the mood of writing, but if the chapter isn't at least 3 pages long, I'm not gonna post it today ;P

edited:

I'm sorry. I thought I would be able to update but tonight was EunTeuk DJ's last night in Sukira... and I didn't have clear mind to think. Did you guys watch the live stream? Hyukjae practically sobbed at the end and Jungsoo tried so hard to hold back his tear and I just could do nothing but sob with them T_T I'm very sorry. I might update on Tuesday then. Once again, sorry T_T