[FANFICTION] Fallen Red Petals

Characters: Jaejoong and anyone.
Summary: Flowers will make you fall in love.
Author's Note: Just a short story on how a girl fell in love to a boy whose trademark is a bouquet of flowers. Some unknown, random things entered my mind that's why.

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The heavens were on their revenge when I first saw him running down the street soaked with heavy waters all over him. His long, pretty eyelashes seem to out beat his wet, dripping, black hair. He was wearing a white t-shirt and faded jeans. His white shoes were splattered by fresh mud making it look dirty yet stylish in some weird way. He ran across the road and stopped by my side at the bus stop. In there, I finally noticed the bouquet of red roses he had been holding throughout my keen observation of his appearance. His bus arrived quickly. As the door closes, I took a glance at the place where he stood close to me a moment ago. His body wasn't there, but the few fallen red petals were. 

The second time I saw him, the sky was clear yet gloomy. The sun wasn't present and the clouds looked so alone with just the company of the blue sky. I wondered how things would turn out so I planned a short walk on a should-be-sunny-and-happy-day and accidentally saw him. He was wearing a gray shirt and brown pants that time. His muddy shoes still looked good on him and his face was a lot blooming. The bouquet of red roses he was holding reflected the kind of man he was: romantic yet sensitive; gentle but fragile. As I walk pass him he seemed to have noticed me. But no. Not me. Just the way I look and not the real me whose heart is slowly absorbing him. That's why upon reaching the place where I should be, I looked back and as what I expected, he was gone. But the fallen red petals weren't.

Time seemed to had planned our third meeting. I was wearing a white dress embroidered with white flowers that passes through my left shoulder all the way around my waist line. The three inch heel that I'd been wearing intimidates me. For besides my best friend's luxurious get up, everyone looked so fabulous in their own royalty like attires. The hall was decorated simply. It did look the way I wanted it to be. Disregarding the guests luxury, every little thing that surrounded me was extremely beautiful. The red petals scattered on the white floor matched the elegant footsteps of the people. Meanwhile, the golden garments wrapped the chairs and tables with such tender and much privacy which actually reflect the thought of our hearts. The faces and the countless images I see made me emotional inside. As I make my way to one of my friends waving at me, a gentle hand held mine unknowingly.

He pulled me out of the hall and brought me to the plaza adjacent into it. There, at the center of the whole place where red roses were planted, he knelt down and handed me a bouquet of red flowers similar to the one he held when I first saw him. My heart thumped with joy and just joy. My eyes want to pour tiny droplets but his glowing smile didn't let me. I reached for the bouquet and smelled it as he gets up. He leaned towards me and kissed me softly. Upon leaving my lips he smiled again. I gazed into him and there's nothing that I can see but happiness in his whole being. I felt flattery. And so he started talking.

'Thank you for accepting me and my proposal. Now, as the two of us stand here, kindly accept my endless love. The skies and these roses shall be our witnesses. Will you stay with me forever?', he romantically said.

'My whole being had always been willing to do so. So I will. Longer than forever. Until death separates us to the time that Heaven will let us meet again, I will love you. Only the flower from you I will accept. Let's stay together. With no regrets. Just happiness and happiness.', I answered.

We went back to the hall with a stronger love between us. As we slowly reach the inside, I looked back to the place where we stood still. The grass still looked the same without our presence. The red roses, on the other hand, were still sharp and beautifully placed under the beaming sunlight. We were gone. But the fallen red petals from the one he handed weren't. And the memory of these tiny, red material grown with love, I will always remember. 

[PERSONAL] Jung Yunho

His eyes possess diamond stars that always sparkle in my heart's facade. His finesse in dancing is so delicate that it can often melt every ship's halyard. His face reminds me of the subtle reincarnation of a fallen red petal while his hands exhibit the photograph of a man trying to interweave five estranged pedals. It's not the exquisite structure nor the picturesque appearance that makes me constantly fall. Hence, it's just his absolute simplicity that develops my virtuous ardour. For in that, he becomes perfectly wonderful, fine and genuine. Truly, his vigor has the gist of an ever faithful within.

[FANFICTION] E.R.

Characters: Taecyeon, Jessica
Summary: When the wrong decision spills out, could there still be any better aid for the continuous pain aside from you?
Author's Note: Dalmatian's comeback song is my inspiration in writing this. I don't know why I chose Jessica instead of Yoona nor listed Taecyeon and Jessica.

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The eerie silence was deafening as I walked through the hospital lobby. The world around me was so quiet. Weird. I'm inside a hospital. The surrounding must be filled with noise. Though there were enough people to make such, they seem to be idle. Moving but unmoving. Enthusiastic but lame.

As I walked farther, everything becomes weirder. Suddenly, I spotted a nurse walking towards me. As the two of us gets closer, my heartbeat raced with my footsteps on an unbalanced, awkward speed. She showed me a smile before saying a word. As her mouth shapes to murmur something, I held my breath as if my whole self would stop from breathing. 

'Mr. Ok Taecyeon?' she asked.

'Yes.' I nervously answered. 

'Are you the guardian of Ms. Jung Sooyeon? Jessica Jung.' 

'Her lover.' Wait.

She hesitated for a second or two. Did I just say lover? Did I-----

'Her remains are still in the E.R.. It had been an hour and we were planning to transfer her to the morgue since no one's coming to claim her until you came. She died on the spot at the car crash. She was driving under the influence of liquor. That was in accordance to the autopsy.

Are there any----.'

Coldness wrapped my warm body as I hear the nurse's words. Bang. I felt a pang of guilt. An utmost pang of guilt and hatred to myself. Not knowing mine and the nurse's shifting, I found myself standing next to her corpse. The nurse left. I removed the sheet and her face showed. The next minute, we were all alone.

She was sleeping. Her eyes closed and mouth shut. She looked pale yet calm. Her cold body reminded me of our first meeting at the playground where I first touched her cold, shivering hands, giving her handkerchief dropped in the thick snow. As I gaze at her longer, my heart was being trapped underneath the earth. My tears stung as I look more. My whole body weakened as her poor heart can beat no more. So I knelt down, and held her white hands tightly. 

'I hate myself for letting you go.' I whispered as I wail. 

I want her to come back to me, alive. But the wrong decision had already been spilled out by me. Without any deep thinking, I broke the bond between us and made her stiff. I want to meet her again to the place where we first met, smiling. But here she is, lying on a bed where she never thought she would be any sooner. I want to hear her soft voice, live. Not the ones I used to record at restaurants every time she gets her monthly payment as a Pizza Hut waiter. She would start singing right after ordering. With her voice, the wait seemed so short and as the waiter returns, my appetite becomes better.

I want to ride the train next to her again, breathing. She lost her mother at a young age. Her father left her in an orphanage and never heard of him anymore. When she met me, I had been her only true company. Although she had a circle of friends, I was the only one whom she can really trust and lean on. Yet, I destroyed everything and made her heart function poorer. 

I want to proudly dance for her again, with her warm, clapping hands and beautiful, glowing face. However, she's not already by my side. She's already in a faraway place. And there's nothing I can do but ask myself if I could still live with her if I die though I'm her murderer. Even if I call her name a thousand times she would no longer answer. For she's already in a place where she can forgive and accept me and the worst, can still protect me though I don't deserve and don't want to be. 

'I love you.' I rustled as I held back my tears.

I stood. But I don't know if I can still stand outside under the vast, velvet sky where the reality starts. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep, painful sigh. My left eye felt itchy in an instant. Oh no. Someone kissed it. 

'Taecyeon ah, breakfast is ready! Wake up! You'll be late for your rehearsal.'

That was Jessica's voice. Soft and calming. I opened my eyes right away and saw her staring at me with a good morning smile. I found myself lying in our newly bought bed, topless and weary. Boom. And there she is, alive.

That was a dream. A dream to make me feel how important she is. A nonexistent occurrence for me to see the changes she had made into my life and my incomparable worth to her. It was just a dead reality. No pain was actually happening at the present. Here we are, still happy. Decisions should be taken care of wisely. And the fact that I decided to marry her five months ago, was made precisely by the arteries of my heart and the seemingly working veins of my brain. How lovely. Awesome. 

'I cooked your favorite. Get up. You don't want to be scolded by your manager, do you?'

'I got it.' I answered back with a smile.

I kissed her, put on my slippers and held her left hand as we make our way to the kitchen that I renovated a week ago. Jessica sang as she stirred the coffee in the cup we've been sharing since the first day of our marriage. I laughed when she told me a funny story about one of her friends. I looked at her without her knowing. Her face was so gorgeous and blooming with the natural light from the sun. She suddenly looked at me and poked my forehead. Now, I love myself for keeping her beside me. And that, as what I used to decide, I'll continue until forever ends.