Author's note: The third part in the oneshot series inspired by June 22, Jordan and our favorite close friends.
The analysis of their relationship is purely my own, plus doses of melancholy, sweetness and a whole load of fangirl imaginations.
4,800 words here, so pardon the lack of updates for TLON and ALL today. Posting this at 12 midnight Korean time as it turns 1 July. Wishing Hyun Bin a safe and fruitful time in Jordan!
Apart from 'Lucky', I was listening to many songs as I wrote this piece. For those who listen, try to find as many English and Mandopop lyrics as you can! Of course, I did tweak some here and there to make grammatical sense. Have fun~
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Of all months, I had to be in Jordan when it was the hottest.
The khamseen, a Middle Eastern term for the dry, hot, gale force desert wind whirling in from the Arabian Peninsula, wasn't making it any more comfortable.
Thankfully, higher elevations like Amman weren't as scorching hot as the lowland areas.
It was just about as hot as summer back in South Korea, just drier with a lot more sand.
A part of me had harbored hopes of her dropping hints of our 'relationship' one more time prior to my departure from Jordan.
Another Instagram liking spree, or another sighting with me in public, would have been nice.
But nope.
She remains so painfully guarded.
I won't blame her; I can't blame her.
Being linked to me had brought about a lot of harm to her, but she had nonetheless refrained from denying us further.
She just takes all the pressure onto her own shoulders; she knows better than to engage haters, but it doesn't mean she is unaware of the things they say.
Sometimes, the difficult part about having more female fans is that some of them are naturally predisposed to being less forgiving with the lady.
I am the other half of this dating 'scandal', but where was the flak that I should rightfully be receiving as well?
I am the one who is staring at her most of the time.
I am the one who cannot take my eyes off her.
I celebrate her timeless beauty all the time.
Yet, the pressure is mostly on her.
Those terrible accusations and groundless criticisms of her that had spawned from her being linked to me actually brought about more grief and anger to me than they did to her.
I couldn't even protect the girl I love.
That's a horrible feeling, really.
Even if we had nothing going on, and that my feelings towards her are purely platonic, seeing her suffer such injustice remains hurtful for me.
