A/N: Ok so here's my next BOF fic! This is the story of if Jun Pyo had died from the car accident and how Jan Di is going to cope… My inspiration for this came from #1- We learned about Kubler Ross's five stages of death and dying, and #2- I just had experienced the death of someone I was really close to for the first time so it's also kind of based on how I went through it. So please Read/ Review!

Preface:

The waiting room was bustling, and yet, it was deafeningly silent. I felt pressure on my right hand and looked down to the heartbreaking sight of Jan Di with eyes that were lost to everything around her though her hand gripped mine for dear life. I felt as though I should look away from her, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face that showed both nothing and everything to the entire world. She closed her eyes and collapsed onto my shoulder, Jun Pyo's words echoed through my ears,

"It can be no one else but you…"

But the voice in my head sounded less like Jun Pyo's, and more like the flat line of an EKG. And finally the silence was broken by the painful sound of a chocked sobbing noise from Jan Di as I felt her shudder against me. As I let her ruin my shirt, all I could think of is what we were all going to do now. Now that Jun Pyo was gone forever…

Chapter 1: Denial

No matter how comforting Ji hoo's arms were around me, my insides screamed for a different set of arms, which made me cry harder, which I knew made Ji hoo worry more, and so I cried even harder. Everything eventually ceased to exist though. I forgot where I was and why. All I know is that my heart hurts because it is broken and it is broken because the wrong person is holding me.

Why is that? Where is Jun Pyo when I need him?

The answer wouldn't surface and only a ghost of pain licked at my heart.

This dream needs to end. Now.

I sat up numbly and looked around me to see all familiar faces with their eyes solemn and glued to the ground. They should stop being this way. Why aren't they acting the way they normally are? But then again, why is everyone else in the room that I don't know acting normally when nothing is normal? Woo Bin and Yi Jung, who looked stone faced and rigid, should be flirting with all of the pretty nurses and other ladies here. And Ji hoo, who I still felt squeezing my hand which annoyed me, he should be making music in a corner somewhere so I wouldn't have to listen to this god awful back ground music they played or the dull news that no one was watching.

And Jun Pyo…

Jun Pyo should be here arguing with me! Where is that moron?

I looked around to see where he was and noticed everyone staring at me.

"What are you doing?" Ji hoo whispered and clenched my hand as if he was afraid I was going to go somewhere and leave him. Like I might vanish into thin air.

I looked up to him and saw the pain in his eyes and realized the graveness in his voice. Why is he being like this? He should be wearing that wonderfully warm smile he always had when I felt down. Like I feel right now. Because my insides hurt. Because Jun Pyo isn't here. Because Jun Pyo is…

"I'm tired," I said and it was the truth. This dream was taking its toll on me and it exhausted me. I wanted to go home and go to sleep, so that when I woke up everything would be normal and I would call Jun Pyo and tell him why I left for the fishing village and come home and not worry about his mother because by tomorrow night they would be together again.

"I'll take you home then…" Ji Hoo helped me up and escorted me out the building. For some reason he kept his arms around me supporting most of my weight, like he was scared I was going collapse. Or that maybe I would run and do something stupid…

./././

I woke up groggy to the soft light coming in through my window and looked to my clock. It was only about eight thirty but I still felt like I had slept a lot longer than that. I smiled and sighed thinking that now I would have more time today to do things. I didn't get to get a lot of house work done yesterday so I could catch up on that. But what all happened yesterday? Everything is in a haze…

I looked at my pink pajama bottoms and smiled, maybe I'll just wear them all day while I do my house work. I laughed thinking of what Jun Pyo might say if he was here in the fishing village, that I was stupid but adorable and that we could wear pajamas together. I slid my legs off the bed and stretched before I finally noticed my surroundings and I realized I wasn't in the fishing village anymore. Then, all of the memories from yesterday came flooding back to me.

Jun Pyo wouldn't say anything about me wearing pajamas all day.

He wouldn't laugh at how stupid I looked.

He wouldn't smile and think I was cute.

He wouldn't suggest he wear pajamas all day with me.

He wouldn't even say anything about it.

He couldn't say anything about it.

Never again.

Jun Pyo wouldn't say anything more to Jan Di.

Wouldn't argue anymore,

Wouldn't laugh or love anymore,

Because Jun Pyo…

Is…

Dead.

A knock on my door startled me and with tears blurring my vision I looked to see Ji hoo standing in the door way with a blank expression on his face. He stared at me, trying to measure the stability of my emotions probably before taking a deep breath and walking towards me.

"Jan Di… I'm sorry,"

A/N: Yeah, not too sad but yeah… Oh and the preface is from Ji hoo's POV if you couldn't figure it out… And like I said in my other fics that I'm not a total fan of JiHooxJanDi, but then I got the inspiration for this soo... Remember to Review!