Chapter 7 (Of this fan fiction…)

Connection of Hearts

Author's note: Okay… I feel like writing but I'm too lazy to go on track and keep going with the plot. It's also kind of bothering me how everyone's practically a stoic robot… So this is random crap I came up with so at least one person looks like they experience emotions on a regular basis. The title should make sense to you eventually. It's not that hard to figure out. This story will start now. If you actually read this. If you didn't, then it's already started. I'm trying to increase the word count in my chapters. In case it's not obvious. Anyways…

Jun-Pyo's POV

Jan-Di seemed dazed as she climbed the stairs to her room. I wanted her to take the elevator, or at least use her crutches, but then she might notice that I was the one carrying her bags and kick me out. Keeping my complaints in, I slowly followed her through the hallway. Her face turned a little red, and I immediately panicked. She might have gotten a fever; the heat was turned on in the plane. Making a mental note to never take her overseas again, I was determined to fire whoever was in controls of the temperature on the plane. Pilots were easily replicable these days. I passed a doctor, and had him stop her for a moment to check her temperature. She was fine, and Asia was immediately lifted off my lungs. Finally able to breathe, I scanned the halls for signs of that thing.

The thought of Ji-Ha existing on the same planet as Jan-Di drove me to insanity. The thought of putting something as delicate, strong, and flawless as Jan-Di within light-years of something as utterly disgusting as Ji-Ha was completely beyond anything my brain could grasp. He was mentally unstable, easily angered, and completely revenge-sick. Just seeing him with Jan-Di drove all rationality out of my mind.

Seeing as suicide was natural to him, the thought of him pushing her off of a cliff was not far from my mind. My chest tightened, and my infamous temper was beginning to surface. That **** wasn't even here, and just thinking about him made me want to explode. If that poor-excuse for a life-form even thought about doing anything to Jan-Di, not even God would be able to stop me from killing him. He wouldn't die an easy death either; he would be tortured in ways so painful politicians didn't write laws about them for fear of mentally scarring South Korea.

Sighing, I stopped myself from thinking. No reasons to think about anyone this much, excluding Jan-Di. Speaking of which, we had finally arrived at her room. She didn't seem tired, but her legs had just healed. Whether not she was pained, I couldn't tell since her head was facing the door. After softly unlocking the door, she dragged her feet inside and lay down.

I took her bags from the bellhop I'd hired right before the plane had landed. There was no way I was letting another guy in Jan-Di's room, especially when she was on the bed. Men these days, you can never trust them. Seeing as she was silent, I assumed she was asleep and laid down on the loveseat. I closed my eyes, since they hurt after watching movies for a few hours.

Jan-Di's POV

I laid for a few moments, just taking in the situation. Things were so complicated, so dramatic, so painful. It was worse than one of those Korea dramas, at least they had cheesy romantic scenes with happy endings and really hot actors. Especially that one guy, Lee Min-Ho, from Boys Over Flowers. He looked especially nice with his hair curled. Most people couldn't pull it off, especially most Asians.

Sighing, I glanced over and saw Curly. I sighed, the room was darkening and seeing him just lying there almost made me scream. I held it in, knowing his presence was ten times worse when he had the ability to talk. Realizing what I just though, I dug deeper. There really wasn't any rational reason for me to hate Curly. He had been relatively nice to me, just a bit moody. But ever since the first time I saw him, I'd felt that pain in my chest. It was like someone was gripping my heart and squeezing the life out of it, emotionally. Like it was slowly being extracted from my body, and I didn't have the will to do anything about it. The same feeling I got when I thought about my "boyfriend," as well as my mother.

I sighed, going into depression wasn't healthy. Obviously, and neither was stressing. They both apparently led to stomach ulcers. And God knows how long Jun-Pyo would go on if I got one of those. What did people in drama do when they were bottled up… They vented. I look around, I was to mentally healthy to rant at anything inanimate. All those ducks that someone had filled my bathtub with a few days ago were gone, so all that was left was Curly. I sighed, at least he was asleep. There wasn't enough money in the world for me to tell him this when he was awake.

Sighing, I got into my wheelchair and wheeled right in front of him. As awkward as this felt… I was doing this out of boredom. And for my mental health. Not because I was friends with this guy, or because I trusted him. Especially no the former.

"You're useful when you're asleep…" I began muttering. I sighed; this might be easier than I thought. Although still awkward. Very awkward. I made a mental note to avoid him for the next week, and continued.

Jun-Pyo's POV

"You're useful when you're asleep…" I heard Jan-Di mutter, and my eyes popped open out of instinct. Remembering she said, "You're useful when you're asleep," I immediately closed them. I still listened though, interested in the events that were about to occur.

"Living really is pointless…" she began again, and I almost choked on my saliva. That Ji-Ha fellow could kiss his life good-bye, and when the heck did Jan-Di start being philosophical?

"No matter how much I care about someone… They don't really mean anything. No matter how much I love them, no matter how much time we spend together, it doesn't count for anything. Something as small as moving, or something like being hit by a care. Just like that, they disappear. They mean nothing to me anymore. I don't mean anything to them anymore. We no longer have anything to do with each other. Those idiots that pretend to be smart, they go off about how memories can never be taken away from us. Love can never be taken away from us. Education can never be taken away from us. They were wrong!"

At this point Jan-Di was in hysterics, and tears were beginning to fall. Jun-Pyo mentally chained himself to his chair, knowing she needed to finish. She needed to let everything out, and he had to hear it. As soon as her pitch started rising, he felt himself breaking down. He wanted to comfort her, he wanted to be there. But that wasn't possible. Not as long as she didn't recognize him. He almost sighed, and sank down.

"Why don't I remember anything? Why don't I feel love? Why is there this hollow feeling where love and people I love and things I've done are supposed to be! Instead it's f***ing painful! Those things people treasure the most, those things you can never lose, even if your house burn down I've lost! Fate just plays a little game with me! In one move, everything that means the world to me doesn't exist anymore!"

Jan-Di was completely breaking down now; she couldn't even rant anymore because of the noise. Jun-Pyo felt his resolve breaking down… No matter what she thought of him, she needed someone right now. Before he could even move, he hurt her murmur.

"Especially when I see you…" Hearing that one phrase, his heart stopped beating.

"It doesn't happen with anyone else… Just seeing you makes the pain in my chest ten times worse. Instead of this steady blood loss, it's like a hammer coming down on me." Jun-Pyo realized what she meant. She didn't hate him, but seeing him made her hurt. Badly. Before he could move, he was stopped again by the door opening. He immediately pretended to be asleep again, but it wasn't necessary. Ji-Ha walked on, a genuinely disturbed expression on his face.

"Jan-Di! What's wrong? Jan-Di! Is it your leg? Why are you crying? I'll go get the doctor! Hold on!" he shouted, and ran off. Realizing there was nothing for me to do in this situation; I slipped out of the room. Seeing me would probably put Jan-Di in a worse mood.

"Oi! Ji-Hoo! Get everyone over at my place. Bring Ga-Eul too. Now." Hanging up, I drove away. I knew this was going to be a very long night.

THE END

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The author's note didn't really do anything for my word count…

I guess this was just a short chapter to being with

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