| Fan Fiction |
by CC-M writers
TITLE: Goodbye.
CHARACTERS: Park RaSeul (OC) and Jang Wooyoung of 2PM.
WRITTEN BY Hainexazien.
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I was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, slowly kicking my feet as I looked at him. I couldn’t quite make out his facial features, just a blurry outline of him since it was so dark outside. I don’t quite remember what brought us up here, or why they brought us up here, but it all didn’t matter, because he was all wanted –and will be all I want. “RaSeul, do you still remember the first time we met?” I nodded.
“We were at a dinner party, and everyone forced me to go up and play that piano. I remember being reluctant as I played, cursing all the people who had forced me to go up there and perform.” I laughed.
“Do you still remember the piece that you played?”
“Fur Elise.” I replied, smiling at the thought. As much as I hated performing, I loved the song. Every single time I played the song, an image of a ballerina popped up in my mind, twirling, as if there were no more worries on this world.
“I’ve always liked playing that song on the guitar, though I never did like the second part of that song.”
“The fast part, the part you can’t play on your guitar?” I laughed while recalling the times he struggled when playing a song that I’ve always found so simple to play.
“No.” He lied, turning away to hide his already hidden face. After several minutes, I finally figured that he was mad at me. Great. Absolutely great.
“WooYoung Oppa, are you mad?” I asked, knowing I was stupid for asking such a question.
“No…” He mumbled, still avoiding eye contact. “Let’s go home.” He stated before taking my hand and heading back down the stairs.
“Why are you so stupid?” I asked myself in disbelief. “Why’d you have to make him mad?” I mentally hit myself before turning over to the sounds coming from the door.
“RaSeul?” It was WooYoung Oppa.
“Come in.” I said as I gestured for him to take a seat beside me on my bed. I had moved in with him a month ago, when we got engaged.
“Sorry about today, I just kind of—“
“It’s alright. I was just being stupid, you know? I shouldn’t have teased you like that.” He smiled.
“You know I would never be mad at you, right? I love you too much to—“I covered his mouth.
“I know,” I sighed. “I just can’t help but think maybe one day you’ll hate me, and –“My sentence lay unfinished. His lips had claimed mine before I was able to continue.
“I’ll never hate you.” He said when his lips parted mine moments later.
“Are you sure? You do know there are no take-backs, right?” I laughed.
“I know.” He said happily before claiming my lips again.
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I smiled while looking at the silver watch I had bought WooYoung; he’s going to love it. Our engagement anniversary was coming up, and he had promised me he would come back to celebrate it with me –since he’s spent the past few weeks in Sweden, studying on business I didn’t get a chance to see him. I spent hours picking out this watch for him, looking through a variety of malls, shops, and finally deciding to take this one since it was most expensive. We had booked a table in the most expensive restaurant in all of Seoul, hoping to make the best out of our first year anniversary.
Arriving about half an hour early, I waited for his arrival. He had told me to not pick him up at the airport –it would be too much of a hassle. I agreed, since I was in no mood to argue with him at the time. I remember waiting for hours and hours, but he never showed up. I called him –but he never answered. What is this? He wouldn’t just ditch me like this, would he? I waited till the waitress of the restaurant announced that they were closing, and asked me to leave –all for the most expensive restaurant in Seoul, they had really bad service. I returned home, hoping to find him there –but he wasn’t. Where did he go? I went outside, hoping that he was taking some fresh air outside –just, he wasn’t. Instead, I found his mother, crying as she kneeled on the grass. “Are you okay?” I asked worriedly as I kneeled next to her.
“WooYoung… He…”
“He what?” I asked impatiently, getting worried.
“He… The hospital called,” She explained. “And told us he was hit by a car and… died.”
“Died?” I asked in disbelief, hearing my own voice fade as my body grew weak. “You’re kidding right? This is all a joke, right?” I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as I asked this question, but his mother only shook her head.
“This isn’t a joke.” She sobbed. “It’s reality.”
“Where is he?” I asked, my voice suddenly growing stronger.
“At the hospital.” She replied. Without a second to lose, I ran with all my might to the hospital.
“Maybe he isn’t dead,” I told myself as I continued running. “He isn’t. He definitely isn’t dead.” By the time I got to the hospital, the sky was already dark, but I didn’t care; I needed to find him.
I ran up the stairs of the hospital, being too impatient to wait for the elevator. I had asked the nurse at the front desk for his room number –706. Normally, dead people wouldn’t need a room number, but probably because he was a part of the richest family in Seoul, he got his own room. I remember pushing the doors open and spotting approximately five people around his bed. Once I saw his face and confirmed that it was him, everything turned into a blur, and darkness took over.
By the time I woke up, I found a nurse standing at my bed, and WooYoung’s parents on the side of my bed. “Where am I?” I asked, confused. I don’t remember my room being this plain and white or my bed being this hard.
“You fainted.” WooYoung’s father replied, his voice low. I squint my eyes, trying to remember what had happened. “The doctor said you haven’t eaten anything for a whole day, of course you’d faint. Why did you starve yourself anyways?”
“I was waiting for Woo—“I paused, finally remembering that he had deceased, left me alone, died.
“He was holding this when he was hit by the car.” His mother explained when placing a silver necklace in my hand. Her eyes were still watery and swollen from crying. Tears filled my eyes as I examined the necklace: My last gift from him. “I’m guessing it was an anniversary gift for you.”
“It’s my entire fault...” I mumbled. “I made him promise to come see me on our anniversary. He could’ve stayed in Sweden, safe and sound. I could’ve went to find him –why am I so stupid?” I asked in disbelief as tears ran down my face. His mother’s arms wrapped around me, comforting me, but nothing could cheer me up –nothing but him.
“No, don’t say such things…” She comforted while her eyes became teary also.
“Mianhe…” I mumbled, hoping WooYoung could hear from heaven. “I’m sorry… All I wanted to do was to see you... I didn’t know things would turn out this way.” I tightened my grip around the necklace that he never got the chance to give me, and held it up to my chest. “I’m sorry.” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”
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Looking down on the wooden coffin, I whispered a quiet “Goodbye,” Knowing well that he probably couldn’t hear me. “I promise that I’ll never forget you.” I gently threw the flower on top of the coffin before waving goodbye and going back to the car, hoping that maybe one day, I’ll see him in heaven.