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Chapter One

**JaeJoong's P.O.V**

Drenched in sweat, blinded by the spotlights, I was almost glad that the concert was coming to an end. Standing in the middle of the stage, I waited for my turn to say goodbye. Scanning over the fans one last time, I noticed one girl in the front row. Unlike all the other screaming fans, she was looking down.

My eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before ChangMin nudged at me. Quickly I looked out and spoke my good byes to the Cassiopeia. When I finished, Yunho started to summarize everything to wrap up the night, I smiled at the cheering fans and couldn't help but looked back at that one girl. Once again she wasn't looking onto the stage; her eyes were closed and she looked down again to, seemingly, brush away tears.

Did we disappoint her that much?

Shocked flushed my system; I honestly thought we performed rather well tonight.

Maybe it's because of other things... I worried for this fan, but didn't try to think of what could've been making her cry, pretending she was going to be fine brought enough comfort for me to keep smiling for the moment.

As we walked off the stage, I shot one last glance towards the girl. She was looking up, tears running down her face and her lips moved in a whisper...

It surprised me as I found the movement resemble the words, "Goodbye JaeJoong Oppa, sa-rang-hae."

** YaeRim**

10:00 p.m

"They're leaving by the red carpet outside!!" a girl screamed as she pushed past me through the crowds. Instantly, all the fans rushed that way picking up pace. One more time... I just want one more glance.

Suddenly I felt an urge to see JaeJoong, my love, for just one more time. Rushing through the crowds, I rushed up towards the red carpet. With all the pushing fan girls around me, I felt too small and utterly unnoticeable. I took a step and felt a force against my back. I lurched forward. Nothing was around me to take hold of and no one bothered to notice or lend a hand, I had no choice but to helplessly let myself crash against the ground.

Knocking over a section of the red rope marking the red carpet limits, I tumbled and landed in the middle of the walkway. Pain shot through my body from the palms of my hand and one of my knees, I stole a gasp of oxygen and squished my eyes shut to smother the coming scream. TVXQ has already walked past the areas so I assumed that not many noticed me. I tried to get up, but as I looked at my knee, blood had already run down my leg staining the straps of my brand new heels.

"Aishh" I sighed trying to numb the pain it caused to move.

"Are you okay?" a gentle voice that was so very familiar spoke; it was a voice that I would dream about. I looked up and saw the person that made my heart race, Kim JaeJoong stood over me offering his hand. Taking his hand with my dirt encrusted hand; I felt blood color my cheeks as he helped pull me up.

I didn't trust my voice if I tried to answer, so I resorted to nodding once in response. I pulled my hand back, embarrassed that my dirtied his soft hand and blocked his stride. I loved his eyes but at that time, I couldn't bring myself to gaze into them. Taking a step, I turned to run away from the red carpet and any attention I was receiving.

"Wait, don't you think I deserve a thank you?" JaeJoong smiled a little, his perfect voice melted the strength i had to walk away. "Your knee is bleeding."

I still avoided his gaze to the best of my abilities, wanting to something along the lines of 'thank you' and it's okay', my lips parted but nothing came out. A few seconds passed, my gaze dropping from his shoulder, to his shoes, to the ground and finally to my feet.

"Here," He waved a band-aid in front of my eyes, which with shaking hands, I took from him. "Make sure you put on antiseptic when you get home."

"Thank you," I said in barely a whisper. I wasn,t sure whether or not he heard me.

He laughed a little, turning his perfect body; he walked away with the other members to elegant strides. I gazed at his back as he walked further away. Desperately hoping he'd look back, but praying at the same time that he wouldn't.

I looked down and smiled stupidly to myself; on the ground lay a wallet which I assumed JaeJoong has dropped. All the fans have turned their attention to TVXQ while they walked away; giving me time to bend and pick up his wallet without many others noticing. A thought occurred to me that many would just think it was my wallet.

So typical of him, JaeJoong's wallet was a Louis-Vuitton designer with custom engraving of his name at the bottom - HERO. I should return this... but.

After that one second of doubt, it was too late. When I tried to run down the red carpet after them, the van where TVXQ sat already kicked into motion. I froze for a second but quickly turned to run for the bus station. I must return this; he probably wants his belongings.  If I go to SM entertainment's building then I can just leave it at the front desk.

**JaeJoong**

10:15 p.m

Sitting on the car finally, I wiped more sweat off my forehead. After restraining myself to look back earlier, I failed now. I looked out the window and saw her staring at the van. Wasn't that the girl that was crying earlier? Something else caught my eye. In her hand she held something that vaguely resembled my wallet. With a shimmer of nervousness, I quickly touched my pocket. Swearing in whispers, I glared back at her; she looked up and took a few steps down the red carpet, then stopped. I knew why, there's no way she'd catch up with the van. I nearly called for the driver to stop, but thought otherwise as fans started to chase after the van. I looked back at the culprit; she had already started running down the street into the darkness.

"Hyung, what are you looking at?" Yoochun smacked my back. "Tonight we did well huh?"

"YEAHHH, ahahaha, remember Balloons? Our fans went crazy." Junsu's laugh made me smirk. Well, there's no way she'd give that back... that culprit. At least there wasn't much money. There were only some of my pictures, and...  MY NUMBER! I heaved a great sigh.

"JaeJoong, are you feeling alright?" Yunho asked, always the thoughtful one. I took out my new white cell phone and slide the front up, the screen lit up but my mood plummeted a little further into darkness.

"I dropped my wallet, a Cassiopeia has it, I saw her..." I muttered then wailed, "My new cell number is in it!"

**YaeRim**

10:20 p.m

The seat on the bus seemed too hard, it made me fidget endlessly. I ran my fingers across his wallet, the fabric slightly worn at some corners but otherwise seemed brand new. Unable to control my curiosity, I opened it. Some part of my conscience knew this was not respecting his privacy, but I still couldn't help it. I snapped pictures of all the pictures in his wallet and pictures of the wallet itself. For memories... I deserve to have some things to look at while sitting in my hospital bed.

The bus arrived and quickly I ran off my seat to get off. Standing outside SM office I noticed the van come by, quickly I hid in the dark. I couldn't bring myself to go up to him and present him the wallet. After they walked in and the many fans waiting outside quieted down. I took one last look at the wallet and walked towards the door of the building. As I closed the wallet, a small piece of paper fell out and floated to the ground. I picked up the paper before wind carried it away from me; it was a hand written note. I recognised JaeJoong's writing font from the times he's written things for fans, my heart leapt as I read.

My body reacted before my brain processed the information, a few blinks later; JaeJoong became apart of my phone contact list.