I Told You Back Then

That Pin?

"Master?" the young woman called to him. "Where are we going? Why were we following that man?" The young woman inquired. Actually, he doesn't know how to answer that; he can say anything at all, knowing the childish attitude of the woman. However, from this weird behavior, he himself would know for sure that even a three-year-old child would not believe it if he says it's just for fun.

Not knowing what to say, his only option is to answer the woman with a recent obvious answer he himself couldn't believe. "Because he's beautiful," the more unreasonable it is to say, the more understandable it is in some circumstances.

He gazed at the young woman and smiled teasingly, continuing to walk, following the man.

Watching the man from afar, he looks just like a fine noble man in disguise. His beauty looks really familiar, and that allure is the one pulling him towards the man. If anyone were to ask him if he knows the man, he probably wouldn't say anything, but if one asks him if he likes the man, he may instantly say yes without hesitation.

What could he be? That feeling couldn't be undone, isn't it?

Hours have passed, and it's already twilight. He and Gu Xiang are still following the guy, until the guy stopped him.

His face shows no ounce of surprise and instead, a determination lies in such domineering eyes as he questioned, "why are you two following me?" Like he knew it all along.

Gong Jun was startled for a moment until he spoke, "why? Aren't men always follow what they like?" He said.

By his words, Gu Xiang's cheeks blushed pure red, like a strawberry on his face. Gong Jun looked at her and look at the man looking at him annoyingly, "what?" He asked first, before contemplating what he has just said.

The words are wrong, it's not, it's very wrong, it isn't like that! I only wanted to say, "aren't men always follow as they like, not what he likes?" It came out worse just..." He said, panicky flustered of what he just realized. However, in his depths of explaining, he caught something in her vision that caught his attention.

"That porcelain pin? Why are you wearing that?" He asked.

The man got startled, he was shocked as Gong Jun's tone suddenly became serious as it is. "This is? I don't know, but somehow when I wake up, I'm wearing it. Does it have anything to do with you?"

Gong Jun kept quiet for a moment as his headache triggered at the sight of the pin?

"T-that pin? What is that?" He asked himself. "Is it ordinary? No! If it is ordinary, it's impossible for such an ordinary hairpin to trigger him like this. What did it? Was it?" He asked himself, half-conscious of himself as he felt dizzy and weak.

Something was controlling him. Something was odd.
Something feels so terrible.
Something foreign to him but familiar as well, like something possessing him and that someone was familiar to the person and to that object.

Feeling's a mess, he looked at the man before him walking towards weak and tired, as he muttered a word very softly to understand, hence directly delivered to the man. "W-Who are you?" He spoke before losing consciousness, perfectly landing in the other man's arms.

Gong Jun woke up late at night, the woman Gu Xiang was seated in the chair near him as she sleeps. The room was nice and comfortable as he lay on it, once again recollecting what happened to him back then.

He was triggered, I early been pulled from the presence of that man and the vision of that pin. What is it? He doesn't know. Heta was it, he doesn't know, hence he can't undo what is done.

It was late at night, and he still had some headache left from earlier. He stood up and slowly walked towards the door as to not wake up the woman. He left the room silently and walked around the yard.

The wind is fresh and warm and enticingly beautiful. It felt so beautiful and weirdly familiar.

"Where am I once again?" he whispered.

Standing for a while in a foreign but not really felt like its place, he heard a song being played with a soft melody at the other side. He barely hears it, but it sounds really good. A nice song being played with its mellow theme and romantic tone, then it only will be called a love song.

A love song indeed.

He follows the sound until he reached where it came from.

A man standing at the blooming cherry blossom tree was first in his sight. Staring directly at the blossoms insight.