Star - Part 1 of Hongbin x Rina Fanfic Series
They say everyone falls in love, in one time or another. You can fall in love for a hundred of times, for a whole lot of different people, an array of personalities, various traits. But they would always stay that in the end you’ll find a certain special one that would be your destiny.
Your forever.
Your one and only.
Cheesy, I admit but I still look for that special one. I also believe all the things those old ones say about love, its wonders, its magic. (Even if Leo would always call and dismiss my thoughts and label them as some kind of fantasy shit.)
But how do you actually fall in love?
How do you actually find that specific one?
Do you look for it?
Or do you just sit here and it would present itself to you like some strong godly force pushed and attracted that person to bump into you in the middle of nowhere.
I know I sound desperate but I guess I really am. I have reached this point in my life that I actually try to look for her. I looked for her at every girl I bumped into while dodging fangirls in search for a restaurant to dine in one of my visits in Hongdae, at every girl who glanced at me quizzically as I tried to hide beneath layers of clothing inside a train. I even came to appoint where I looked for inside a fresh seafood market when I had to accompany Jaehwan in his monthly search for squid.
“Annyeong!,’ I greet to the girl standing in front of me clutching one of our albums at her chest. She smiles at me and offers that album she was holding. “Oppa, please write, ‘Fighting! You can pass your college exams!’,” she speaks, stuttering slightly. I wrote those words as she has requested and signed my name with a quick and small heart at the end.
The line of people waiting for their chance to meet us was slowly thinning. Those who were done with the fansigning were moving to the empty space, talking amongst themselves, comparing signs and messages, sharing experiences, and gushing silently. Camera flashes flood my eyes as I try to see the people in line once again.
May be.
I feel a light tap on my shoulder and see Hakyeon gazing at me thoughtfully. “You looked disoriented, Hongbin-ah. Is there a problem?,” he asked.
“Nothing,” I reply offering him a slight smile. “I am sorry to cause trouble. Don’t worry about me hyung.”
“You’re looking again aren’t you?,” he says knowingly rather than inquiringly.
I try to shake my thoughts off, and offer him a big smile.
“Don’t worry. I understand. But remember, there are a lot of other people we are supposed to love,’ he says, “and here, we have a room full of them.”
I just smile back as answer, knowing that words would just make me feel guilty. I try to continue working, which was supposed to be something I love to do. Well, I really do love working, and actually I don’t call this work. I call this my passion, I call this my calling. Music is my everything. Music is important to me. Music is why I live; sharing my music is how I am going to live.
This was supposed to be what I love.
These people who waited for me are the ones I am supposed to love.
They love VIXX.
They love me.
I have a room full, and may be a thousand more of others who love me outside of this room, across the bounds of Seoul, all over Korea, may be even after seas and seas, there are a lot of others.
But how? How in a room of people who say that they love me, how could I still feel so alone?
Your forever.
Your one and only.
Cheesy, I admit but I still look for that special one. I also believe all the things those old ones say about love, its wonders, its magic. (Even if Leo would always call and dismiss my thoughts and label them as some kind of fantasy shit.)
But how do you actually fall in love?
How do you actually find that specific one?
Do you look for it?
Or do you just sit here and it would present itself to you like some strong godly force pushed and attracted that person to bump into you in the middle of nowhere.
I know I sound desperate but I guess I really am. I have reached this point in my life that I actually try to look for her. I looked for her at every girl I bumped into while dodging fangirls in search for a restaurant to dine in one of my visits in Hongdae, at every girl who glanced at me quizzically as I tried to hide beneath layers of clothing inside a train. I even came to appoint where I looked for inside a fresh seafood market when I had to accompany Jaehwan in his monthly search for squid.
“Annyeong!,’ I greet to the girl standing in front of me clutching one of our albums at her chest. She smiles at me and offers that album she was holding. “Oppa, please write, ‘Fighting! You can pass your college exams!’,” she speaks, stuttering slightly. I wrote those words as she has requested and signed my name with a quick and small heart at the end.
The line of people waiting for their chance to meet us was slowly thinning. Those who were done with the fansigning were moving to the empty space, talking amongst themselves, comparing signs and messages, sharing experiences, and gushing silently. Camera flashes flood my eyes as I try to see the people in line once again.
May be.
I feel a light tap on my shoulder and see Hakyeon gazing at me thoughtfully. “You looked disoriented, Hongbin-ah. Is there a problem?,” he asked.
“Nothing,” I reply offering him a slight smile. “I am sorry to cause trouble. Don’t worry about me hyung.”
“You’re looking again aren’t you?,” he says knowingly rather than inquiringly.
I try to shake my thoughts off, and offer him a big smile.
“Don’t worry. I understand. But remember, there are a lot of other people we are supposed to love,’ he says, “and here, we have a room full of them.”
I just smile back as answer, knowing that words would just make me feel guilty. I try to continue working, which was supposed to be something I love to do. Well, I really do love working, and actually I don’t call this work. I call this my passion, I call this my calling. Music is my everything. Music is important to me. Music is why I live; sharing my music is how I am going to live.
This was supposed to be what I love.
These people who waited for me are the ones I am supposed to love.
They love VIXX.
They love me.
I have a room full, and may be a thousand more of others who love me outside of this room, across the bounds of Seoul, all over Korea, may be even after seas and seas, there are a lot of others.
But how? How in a room of people who say that they love me, how could I still feel so alone?