A DREAM (ONE SHOT) (AUTHOR: EMERHELIENA)

I sadly stared at the computer, something kept on playing in my mind. Slowly I closed the computer and continued to look at the black screen in front of me.

"Come to bed," a man's voice said. I immediately stood up and went straight to bed.

As I slowly felt his hand touch my waist, a frightening feeling traveled all over my body.

Somehow the man who held me, sensed the unfamiliar feeling that I experienced. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I quickly replied.

He knew what I was really feeling but just decided to stay quiet. He was afraid that if he continued to ask, he might end up getting an answer that he will never understand.

"Jae," I uttered his name softly.

"Uhmm...what is it?" he gently asked.

"We need to talk," I said as I tried to gather all the courage I had.

"About what?" he asked as he slowly shifted his body and gently held me closer to him.

"I, I..." I started to mumble.

"What?" he suddenly asked curiously.

"I think we should break up," I replied hastily.

He suddenly sat on the bed. "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly breaking up with me?" he asked with his eyes filled with confusion.

"I'm not happy anymore," I simply replied as I also sat on the bed and faced him.

"What?" he asked with anger. He was now standing in front of me with his eyes already red. I know his tears were about to come out any minute now. "Tell me, what's really wrong? Is it another man? Are you having an affair?"


I quickly shook my head. "No, that's not it."

"What then? Have I done something wrong?" he asked again.

"I'm already in love with... someone else," I answered.

"Who?" Jaejoong asked with tears already streaming down his face.

"Someone..."

"Who?" he shouted.

I tried to put on a smile. "Even if I tell you it still wouldn't change the fact that I am no longer in love with you. Let's just break up."

"No!" he angrily shouted as he grabbed the figurine he had given me on our very first date and threw it at the wall.

I started to sob uncontrollably. "I'm sorry," I uttered.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me? I thought you said you loved me?" he asked as he cried uncontrollably. Somehow my heart was already bleeding. I wanted to embrace him and comfort him. But it was better this way. He needed to learn how to live without me.

As I slowly left the room, my heart was already shattered into a million pieces.

I lied.

Five years later

"Jaejoong, what are you looking at?" Yunho asked.

Their van was passing by a house that somehow looked familiar to him. He didn't know why but his heart and mind was telling him that it looked so familiar. He quickly asked the driver to stop. He was already staring in front of the house for more than several minutes when a man came out of the house.

"Can I do something for you, young man?" the man asked.

"I was just admiring your house sir. Somehow I have the feeling that I have seen it somewhere," Jaejoong politely answered.

The old man smiled. "It is possible that you have seen the design of this house online. This was done by a famous painter. "

Jaejoong shook his head. "Sorry, but I don't look at house designs online," he quickly replied. He then politely excused himself and thanked the old man. He was about to go into their van when…

"I remember the painter's name is Lena," the old man tried to tell Jaejoong.

Eyes wide with shock, Jaejoong quickly turned to face the old man. "Did you say Lena?" he asked with disbelief.

Jaejoong felt his world was slowly turning and then it quickly stopped that he lost his balance. Yunho, who was standing beside him immediately grabbed him and helped him to his feet.

Yunho looked at Jaejoong. He was obviously not himself anymore.

"Sir, we would really appreciate it if you could give us the details of that site you are referring to," Yunho said politely to the man.

The man stared at Jaejoong, as if wondering what was going on. He then nodded his head and went into his house again.

After several minutes, the old man came out with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Here. I hope that you will be able to find whatever it is you're searching for," the old man uttered to Jaejoong.

An hour later in the boys' apartment

Jaejoong was already staring at the site that immediately melted his heart. Even if his mind had already forgotten, his heart was still able to remember.

Flashback

"Lena what are you doing?" Jaejoong asked as he lovingly embraced her.

"I am making several designs for our future house," she replied with a laugh.

Jaejoong carefully looked at the painting that she was currently making. "This is a great design and so are the others. You should try to post them online. You might never know... Someone might actually like your designs and paintings and buy them," he said with a smile.

"You think so? And what would I do with the money? I know," she suddenly said with a beautiful smile on her lips.

"What?" he asked curiously.

"Secret," she then replied with a laugh.

Reality

Tears were already streaming down Jaejoong's face as he continued to click on the mouse. He was looking at the paintings and designs that Lena had made. He remembered all of it. He had watched Lena as she spent countless nights making them. He suddenly stopped... and started to think... all of her paintings were sold and bought...5 years ago.

Flashback 5 years ago

"Hyung, where did this money come from?" Jaejoong asked his friend after seeing the large amount of money that was placed in an envelope.

"You should be the one answering that question. I just found this envelope in the mail box with your name on it," his friend answered.

"What? My name is on it?" he asked as he turned the envelope and looked at the handwriting. He couldn't recognize the handwriting, but the name was certainly his.

His friend smiled. "There's a small note inside the envelope, read it."

Jaejoong hurriedly opened the envelope and took out the note.

"Use the money to follow your dream."

Jaejoong stared at his friend for several minutes. "Who could have sent the money?" he continuously asked himself.

"Well that money totally solves your problems. At least, you won't need to work yourself to death for a couple of months. You can just concentrate on your training. The person that sent that money is your guardian angel," Jaejoong's friend said with a smile.

Jaejoong nodded his head. "Whoever he or she is... I will always remember this for the rest of my life."


The memories suddenly stopped.

Jaejoong slowly read what was written about Lena. Slowly... he understood. Slowly... he finally broke down into an uncontrollable cry. The anguish was too unbearable. The forgotten hatred that was locked in his heart was instantly replaced with unending guilt and shame.

He shouldn’t have hated her. He should have understood her. He should have been with her. But it was too late.

"I'm sorry.... I thought you just threw me away. Now I finally understand. You truly loved me. You're my guardian angel. You're the one who sent me that money that helped me in achieving my dream. Thank you. Now I know you sold all your paintings just for me. And… I am sorry. I wasn't by your side when you needed me. I'm sorry," he continuously uttered as his eyes were already blurring with his tears.

"Hyung," Max said with concern. He then slowly read what was written on the computer monitor facing him.

"Lena Kim, a young and famous painter from Korea, died of a rare blood disease at the age of 21. Before her death, she sold all her works that instantly made her into an overnight success. When asked what she was going to do with the money she received, she simply replied that it was all going to a friend's dream."

PREVIEW OF "BORROWED FROM GOD" (AUTHOR: EMERHELIENA)

To all my readers:

This is a short preview of my upcoming fanfic titled “Borrowed From God.” I hope that all of you will also support this story just like the way you have continuously supported my other stories. I have only made this short preview so to see if you would like the story plot that I have in mind.




PREVIEW OF "BORROWED FROM GOD"



"Do you like it? I spent the whole day yesterday arranging it . . . I knew you would love all the changes I made in your room," Hikaru said with a smile.

"Thank you . . . I really miss this place. It's like I feel so free again. . . " Mukades said with a sigh.

"You're the one who's making it so hard for yourself. You can easily stay here and just live like a princess . . . but you're choosing a much harder life," Hikaru commented.

"You're starting to nag again," Mukades reminded her friend.

"Sorry . . . I was just telling you what's on my mind," Hikaru said as she slowly took out the clothes from the bag she was holding.

"It's over, Hikaru. I have already decided a long time ago. This is my dream. Can't you understand me? After two months . . . I am going back. And I will finally fulfill my dream . . ." Mukades said with a glitter of happiness in her eyes.

"But that isn't your dream Muko . . . that is your grandmother's dream that she persistently entered into your mind," Hikaru protested.

"Hikaru . . . are we going to argue again? No one forced me to do this. I wanted to do this all on my own," Mukades tried to explain.

"I just don't want you to make a mistake. And I don't want you to be so far away from me . . . Do you know I am always worried about you?" Hikaru said with concern.

Mukades smiled, then she slowly sat down beside Hikaru. "I know you're just worried about me. But I'm almost 18 now. I'm no longer the little girl that you keep on protecting," she gently said as she laid down her head on Hikaru's lap. She started to feel the very familiar feeling of being safe and loved.


"I am your sister forever . . . I promised that I will take care of you . . . and that is what I am going to do. I know you're making a mistake . . . And I will do everything just to stop you from fulfilling your so-called dream. . . I will do everything . . . even if you hate me . . . ."


Micky looked at Hikaru with shock in his eyes. “What are you saying? Are you insane? You’re her sister . . . how can you ask me to sleep with her?”

“I know she likes you and I can tell that you like her too . . . I think it would be better for her to sleep with you than someone else . . .” Hikaru answered calmly.

“Are you thinking straight? You’re asking me to rape your sister! Are you human?” Micky asked with anger in his eyes.

Hikaru tried to smile. “If you can’t do it . . . I can find someone else. You don’t have to be so over reacting . . .”

“Why? Why are you doing this to your own sister?” Micky asked with so many different thoughts running in his mind.

“Why?” Hikaru asked as sadness filled her eyes. “I am doing this for her own good. . . I am doing this to stop her from achieving her dream.”

Micky looked at Muko helplessly lying on the bed. She was already very drunk but still conscious.

“Are you going to do it . . . or do I have to find someone else?” Hikaru asked coldly.

“You’re really serious?” Micky asked with fear and confusion.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Hikaru asked with a blank expression on her face.

“I . . . I . . . “ Micky started to utter.

“Fine . . . just leave the room. I will find someone else,” Hikaru said as she slowly stood up. She was about to dial her phone when . . . .

“Wait! I . . . I’ll do it . . .” Micky uttered as he felt like his entire soul was weakening.

A smile appeared on Hikaru’s lips . . . “Remember . . . you need to sleep with her . . . tonight. . . You can’t fool me . . . She’s still a virgin . . . So I will certainly see a proof on the bed tomorrow, if you really slept with her or not . . . If by chance, you won’t be able to do it . . . I will make sure that the next person I talk with . . . will be able to do it without any difficulty. So I suggest you keep your word.”

“You’re a monster!” Micky uttered with hatred in his eyes.

Hikaru turned away from Micky. She wanted to hide the emotions that were slowly showing in her eyes. She wanted to act like she was feeling nothing.

As she slowly headed towards the door, she quickly bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying. “I’m sorry. . . Mukades . . . I’m sorry . . .Always remember I love you.”