My Precious Hana (1/2)

16th of December 2009, 8 pm

The fire from the fireplace illuminated the whole living room.

I stood in front of the window and I can see snow flakes fell down on my window pane.

And then my eyes rested at the picture frames on the mantle.

I smiled at an old photo of  Hyun Joong…

He was about three years old and he carried a toy guitar.

He wore a blue jumpsuit with a black shirt tucked underneath.

A black beanie adorned his head.

He still wear a similar black beanie even today.

He looked so cute in that picture.

Next to it was the  shot of his group mates after they won their first Mutizen trophy.

In the next frame was his picture with again his SS501 friends after winning in the MKMF Awards.

Hyun Joong looked so solemn in that shot…

The next picture was him winning the SDA AWARDS.

His black eyes shined with deep emotions because the award gave him the  necessary push to accept more acting jobs.

The grandfather clock chimed.

It’s already nine pm, he was late tonight.

I hope he's fine.

I heard the door from the living room opened.

"I am home!"

I heard him said.

"Welcome back," I answered him.

He went straight to his bedroom.

I went to the dining room to check on the food.

His favorite dish still warm and smelled delicious.

I climbed up the stairs and stop right in front of his bedroom door.

Opened it slightly and there I saw him on his bed eyes closed and with his airport clothes still on.

I walk silently and took off his Royal Flush leather boots.

I smiled because I knew he will not like it.

But he didn’t move an inch, I guess he's really  tired.

I sat beside him and removed his black beanie...

Brushed his hair and kissed the top of his head.

"Had a good flight?" I asked.

"It’s good." He said.

"The heavy snow didn’t bother you?"

"I am used to travelling, the snow was nothing." He answered.

I lifted his head and rested it on my lap.

He didn’t complain instead he snuggled closer to my heart.

"Did you win?" I asked again.

"I did, three awards." He lazily replied.

I laughed at his answer that is so typical of him.

I continued to brush his hair.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

"I am very proud of you."

"Thanks." He said.

"You know that I am your number one fan.