I never thought to be running for a guy who made me sick the day I met him. His unique taste in shoes and weird fashion taste hypnotized girls who drooled over him. It was baffling how someone so repulsive could have such a hold on people's attention. The way he confidently strutted in his outlandish outfits left everyone intrigued.
Yet here I am. I was resting at home after hearing how Gorya returned to where she belonged, as notifications made my phone buzz incessantly with the hashtag #PrayForThymeF4D12, which went viral on many online platforms. It turns out that Thyme got stabbed during a press conference and is in critical condition.
A wave of nausea washed over me as I read the news. Thyme, despite his eccentricities, was still a human being, as much as I tried to deny it. My friend.
So I did what any friend would do in such a situation—I rushed to the hospital.
M.J. was luckily keeping me updated. Which was a relief, as I was already on edge from the constant stream of notifications. As I arrived at the hospital, my heart raced with worry for Thyme's well-being.
I exited the elevator, my breathing shallow and my palms sweaty. The sterile smell of the hospital hit me, intensifying my anxiety. I hurriedly made my way when I bumped into Kavin, MJ, Ren and Gorya.
Kavin rushed over to me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. I stared up at him in disbelief. Kavin was reserved around me in front of others and did not normally give me physical affection. It had only been noticed in moments when we were just the two of us that he would let his guard down like this.
His eyes were filled with concern as he whispered, "I'm so glad you're here." I patted his back before I slowly pulled away from the hug, feeling a mix of comfort and confusion.
As we stood there, I noticed Mj and Gorya were both scared and frantic. Why wouldn't they be? One is a childhood friend of his, and the other clearly loves him. The situation was undoubtedly complicated.
Suddenly, men in black and white suits walked alongside a frail thyme in a wheelchair. Gorya yelled "Thyme!" endlessly, trying to get his attention as male bodyguards prevented her from getting any closer. Mj and I exchanged worried glances, unsure of what was happening. Thyme's expression remained stoic, his eyes fixed on the ground.
Gorya broke free, and I followed behind her, holding her hand tightly as we approached Thyme. We watched as Gorya confronted Thyme. Holding his hand as she asks if he's okay. I glared at the men beside me and sternly said, "Let her through. She just wants to make sure he's alright."
The men hesitated for a moment before ignoring my words, not allowing Gorya to reach Thyme.
I grew irritated and stood in front of them. "Touch her, and you answer to me," I warned, my voice filled with a mix of anger and determination. The men exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of how to respond to my defiance. Slowly, they backed away, allowing Gorya to continue being by my side.
"Tch, men," I said as I stood beside Ren, rolling my eyes in frustration.
Gorya's voice trembled with concern as she continued to hold Thyme's hand, waiting for a response.
He shrugged her off. "Who are you?" Gorya's face fell, hurt evident in her eyes.
"What gives you the right to touch me?" He snarled, his voice filled with anger. Gorya's hand dropped to her side, her eyes welling up with tears. The tension in the air was palpable as Thyme looked at Gorya, confusion etched on his face.
She took a step back, her hand dropping from Thyme's. As thyme was being wheeled away, I could see the disappointment on Gorya's face; her brows furrowed and her lips pressed together tightly.
As Gorya stood in shock, Tia, Thyme's sister, rushed over her and enveloped her in a hug.
She told us how Thyme suffered brain damage, and his memories of the past 4 years are lost.
This gave Thyme's mother a great advantage; she plans to erase his memories and manipulate him to her advantage.
Including erasing any memory of Goyra and deleting her from their lives forever.
When we returned to Gorya's little home, Gorya and Kanning were outside, while Kavin, Mj, and Goyra's friends were inside with me. I was on my phone, scrolling the news with my head on Mj's shoulder as his hand rested on my thigh.
As they were discussing ways to rescue Thyme from his mother, I quickly got a notification from my manager. "Sorry guys, I have to leave," I said as I got up and grabbed my jacket. I quickly excused myself from the group, hugging Gorya, as I was feeling a sense of urgency as I read the message from my manager. It seemed that an important work-related matter required my immediate attention.
"Wait Juliette I'll drive you," Kavin said before the door had closed, his hand once again frozen mid-air before he retracted it. Mj snickered at Kavin's failed attempt to offer a ride.
I hurriedly made my way out of the room, feeling a mix of guilt for leaving my friends and relief that I could address the work issue. As I rushed towards my car, I couldn't help but wonder how the rescue mission for Thyme would unfold without me.
I rushed to a cafe where my manager wanted to meet me. I hoped that my manager had a solution to the work issue that required my immediate attention. As I sat down at the cafe, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that I was leaving my friends in a difficult situation.
As I settled down in a chair, I anxiously scanned the room for my manager, hoping to see a reassuring smile or a confident demeanor. My manager quickly rushed towards me and sat in the chair across from me with a joyous look on her face.
"I have big news, Juliette!" she exclaimed. My heart skipped a beat, and I leaned in closer, eager to hear what she had to say. The anticipation grew as she took a deep breath, preparing to share the news that could potentially change everything for me.
"You have been selected as a global ambassador for a famous international organization," my manager finally revealed a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. The words hung in the air, and for a moment, I couldn't believe what I had just heard. The weight of the opportunity began to sink in, and a rush of emotions flooded over me. This was a chance to make a real impact and represent something greater than myself on a global stage. My mind raced with possibilities, imagining the doors that could open and the experiences that awaited me.
"Really? What it called?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. My manager smiled, clearly enjoying the suspense. "It's called Global Unity," she replied, her voice filled with pride. The name alone evoked a sense of purpose and significance.
I couldn't help but wonder what kind of work they did and how I would fit into their mission. My manager continued, explaining that Global Unity was dedicated to promoting peace, understanding, and collaboration among nations. As a global ambassador, my role would be to travel to different countries, engage with local communities, and foster connections that would help bridge cultural divides.
This went further than my modeling career; it was a chance to make a change in not only the fashion industry but also in the world. My looks won't be the only thing recognized, but rather my capability.
I was excited to be part of an organization that believed in the power of unity and was committed to creating a better future for all. I knew that my role as a global ambassador would allow me to use my platform to inspire others and promote positive change on a global scale.
"I need your decision in 2 days," she said suddenly as my face dropped.
I hadn't anticipated such a tight deadline, but I knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I couldn't pass up. The weight of the decision pressed heavily on my shoulders as I considered the impact it could have on my career and the chance to be a catalyst for change.
Taking a deep breath, I nodded to the woman and replied, "I'll give you my answer in two days." With that, she smiled and left the room, leaving me to contemplate the immense responsibility and potential that lay before me.
A couple of flashes quickly got my attention, and I was drawn to the paparazzi outside. I smiled before receiving a message from Sunghoon telling me he was outside waiting in the car. I suddenly froze. Not only would this opportunity launch another path for me, but it would also mean leaving behind everything and everyone I knew. Including him.
The thought of taking such a leap of faith terrified me. I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, and made my way towards the door. As I reached the doorknob, I was hesitating between my feelings and my career.
Sunghoon was waiting outside the car, leaning his tall frame against the sleek black vehicle. His eyes met mine, and he instantly smiled as if he knew the internal struggle I was facing. It was as if he could read my mind and understand the weight of the decision I had to make.
His smile gave me a sense of comfort and reassurance, reminding me that no matter what path I chose, he would be there by my side. With a newfound determination, I opened the door and stepped outside, ready to embrace whatever awaited me.
"Hey Jewel," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
"Hey," I replied with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The sound of his voice alone was enough to calm my racing thoughts and fill me with a sense of belonging.
He opened the car door for me, a small gesture that spoke volumes about his kindness and consideration. As I settled into the seat, I couldn't help but notice the familiar scent of his cologne, a scent that had become associated with safety and familiarity in my mind.
With a gentle touch, he fastened my seatbelt, making eye contact and ensuring my safety before he climbed into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, and as we pulled away from the curb, a wave of anticipation washed over me.
As Sunghoon drove up the long driveway, it was starting to rain heavier, and the sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the car provided a soothing background melody. The windshield wipers swished back and forth, creating a rhythmic pattern that matched the beat of my racing heart. Despite the gloomy weather, a sense of excitement filled the air, as if the raindrops were cleansing away any doubts or worries that had been lingering in my mind.
I glanced at Sunghoon, his focused expression illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. He chuckled. "Take a picture; it'll last longer." I smiled at his playful comment, reaching for my phone to capture the moment.
As the camera clicked, the rain seemed to freeze in time, capturing the beauty of the moment forever. Sunghoon's laughter echoed through the car, blending with the pitter-patter of raindrops.
I stared at the photo with his dimples accentuated by his wide smile, feeling a rush of warmth fill my chest. It was moments like these that made me grateful for the simple joys in life—the ones that were often overlooked or taken for granted. The rain continued to fall gently outside, creating a soothing symphony against the roof of the car. I leaned back in my seat, savoring the peacefulness that enveloped us. Sunghoon reached over and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers with a gentle squeeze. His touch was comforting, grounding me in the present moment.
My phone suddenly buzzed, realizing I received a photo from Thyme with Gorya's head on his shoulder. I smiled. "So he finally remembers her," I whispered, a mix of fondness and relief in my voice.
Sunghoon glanced over and raised an eyebrow, curious about the source of my sudden happiness. I showed him the photo, and his lips curled into a warm smile. "It's about time," he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with joy.
At that moment, as the rain continued to dance outside, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the simple joys that filled my life: the rain, the touch of a loved one, and the rekindling of cherished memories.
A/N
We are nearing the end of this fanfic. I've been trying to hold off from publishing but I can't keep it to myself any longer. The endings will be released in the next 2 days hopefully if I come up with more ideas.
I'd like to say a huge thanks to those who continued to read this series. I couldn't have done it without your support and encouragement. Your kind words and constant feedback have fueled my passion for writing. This fanfic has been a journey of self-discovery for me, and sharing it with all of you has made it even more worthwhile. As we approach the final chapters, I hope you'll stay with me until the very end. Your presence as readers has meant the world to me, and I'm eternally grateful. Thank you all for being a part of this incredible adventure.
Also.....
I would like to ask what type of ending you would like to see for the characters in this series, like, for example, love interests.
Which are...
-Sunghoon
-Ren