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10:18 PM




The car just stopped in front of an unfamiliar building. Mingyu heard the door lock click open before he saw, in his periphery, their manager/driver getting off their vehicle to take out their baggage from the passenger side. Outside, there’s another manager and a bodyguard waiting for them, probably waiting in pressure as to when two members of Seventeen will come out of the car. He took a glance of the time in their dashboard, it says half past three in the afternoon. Their plane to Bangkok’s leaving in twenty minutes and they still have to go through all the usual immigration stuff.

Normally, Mingyu would be the one rushing out of the car. He has always disliked sedan vehicles because “it’s too small for his frame”. However, today is not the day where his comfort comes first. Another manager and a bodyguard was already standing outside their car, as if asking them silently when they’re getting off; but Mingyu paid no heed. There is something more important he needed to attend to that very moment.

“Love, ok ka lang?”

The younger man turned his head towards his right, his upper body shifting along. Immediately, his eyes were graced with a close view of his own definition of serenity, in the person of Jeon Wonwoo – his co-member, his best friend, his lover. Despite the limited lighting inside the car, Mingyu still allowed himself a few seconds to bask in the beauty of those feline-like eyes, thin kissable lips, and exquisite cheekbones – all owned by the person he has committed his whole heart to.

“Huy love,” Mingyu fondly broke the silence. “Pansinin mo naman ako.”

Wonwoo clicked his tongue and bit his lower lip in quick succession as he brushed his slender fingers through his dishevelled hair. He woke up a bit late so he wasn’t really able to prep up, all thanks to why he’s being abnormally silent since that early morning.

A small sigh escaped his lips as he moved closer to the younger one, who automatically wrapped an arm around his thin physique. As if on cue, Wonwoo immediately leaned on Mingyu’s shoulder and buried his nose on the side of the latter’s neck.

As his right arm wrapped around his lover’s waist, the older pulled away a little to silently look up – his eyes now glistening with unshed tears which Mingyu thought must be due to not being able to sleep well the night before. “Sorry love,” Wonwoo softly whispered. “Hindi pa rin kasi mawala sa isip ko yung panaginip ko kagabi.”

Mingyu met the elder’s stare with an affectionate gaze; and almost immediately, the corners of his lips lifted up as he let out his soft, signature chortle. He then tightened his embrace on the elder’s shoulder as he planted an undemanding kiss on the top of the latter’s head. He knew it was about last night.

“Pinagod ba kita?” The younger teased. “Gentle naman ako ah?”

Wonwoo pinched Mingyu’s upper thigh, earning a rather loud squeal from the latter. “Gago, kala mo naman pinagbigyan kita talaga?” Wonwoo pulled himself away from the embrace. He leaned back on his seat and blew a gentle raspberry.

In spite of the loss of physical contact, Mingyu comfortably shifted back to his own place in the car. “Ilang beses ko bang sasabihin sa`yo na hindi ko hahayaan na mangyari yung mga naiisip mo?” He whispered in a still engaging tone, but this time, with more gravity on it. “Mukha bang hahayaan kitang masaktan?”

Wonwoo looked up at his lover, his eyes gazing with what Mingyu now identifies as unshed tears. “Last time we were in Bangkok, we were almost caught. I saw what they’re all saying on Twitter. The company must have seen the comments too,” he paused. “Pano kung magkatotoo yung panaginip ko na paghiwalayin tayo?”

A deep sigh escaped Mingyu’s lips the moment he saw one stray tear fell down from Wonwoo’s eyes. Sensing the looming anxiety attack, the younger immediately held the other’s hands and gently caressed it, providing all kinds of assurance.

“Una sa lahat, love,” Mingyu brought cupped Wonwoo’s face and made their eyes meet. “Alam naman ng lahat kung anong meron tayo.”

Wonwoo nodded in understanding. He knew that, he really knew that. But still, he can’t help but feel anxious knowing what kind of detrimental powers their current mother company has, especially now that they’re gaining traction in the West. He just fears for the possibility of their relationship turning into a collateral damage, the price they have to pay for the fame they never actually asked for. It’s what happened with other idols they know, after all.

“Tangina kasing panaginip yon eh,” he murmured in annoyance. “Ayoko na nga matulog.”

Suddenly, Wonwoo felt soft lips planted on his. It lasted for a few seconds before he realized what was going on. The moment he did, Mingyu was already pulling away; and he was beginning to gain himself back.

The younger smiled. “Sa panaginip mo lang tayo kayo paghiwalayin ng kung sinong Poncio Pilato,” Mingyu assured as he pulled a black mask from the car door’s pocket slot. “Nangako ako sa`yong hinding hindi kita hihiwalayan. Ikaw ba? May balak ka bang iwanan ako?” He asked while putting the mask on the face of the older.

Wonwoo shook his head as he stared at his lover. “Never,” he softly replied.

Suddenly, they head a few knocks on the car window before the door was pulled open. It was their manager asking if they’re ready to go. Mingyu was the one who answered and asked for just a few more seconds.  

As soon as the door closed again, Mingyu chuckled as he reached out to plant another kiss, this time on Wonwoo’s forehead. “E di isuot mo na tong bucket hat mo kase iniintay na tayo nung manager sa labas,” he said. “Baka si Seungkwan pa sumundo sa`tin dito, sige ka…”

For the first time that morning, Wonwoo genuinely smiled. The thought of Seungkwan nagging them to get out of the car was funny, but it’s something he wouldn’t want the public to witness. So he grabbed his bag and before he opened the door to get off the car, he looked back at Mingyu who was also fixing his things.

“Sumunod ka agad pagbaba ha?” Wonwoo requested, still with a hint of anxiety on his tone.

Mingyu nodded. "Syempre naman, he replied with a smile. "Hinding hindi kita iiwanan."




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been so long since I posted here, and since I wrote a short story.
please don't mind this. lol.


 

 

 

Life Upgrade

11:05 PM

What I thought was an ordinary day eventually turned out into something else. I guess I really am a busy person. Each ordeal I got to go through today is proof.

At 6AM, I was already on my way to Ortigas for a supposed briefing and refresher on Cash with Mawie. This is in preparation for me, helping conduct the NEI training for Cash next week (more on this later!). I got to the plaza around 730AM so Mam Joy, my former Regional Head for NCR, brought me out for breakfast and to say we chatted over Carbonara and pancakes is probably an understatement.

I never thought I missed Mam Joy that much, to be honest. She has always been this bubbly boss who I could always joke around with, but never did she really appeal to me as someone who will open up. Probably, she missed me as much, but whatever it is, it's just fun talking so casually to a person I'm supposed to keep distance from.

The best thing about meeting her again was I was reminded on how amazing it feels to talk with people whose wavelength is the same as yours. Especially lately when I've been craving for some actual and intelligent conversation, talking to my previous boss was a refresher. It felt like a break from all the stresses and anxieties continuously building up within. The way we share each other's opinions and once again finding our common denominator -- it meant a lot to me.

Along our conversation, we touched the topic of my status in the company we're working at. I never talked about this explicitly before but just before 2019 ended, I applied for a managerial position in our corporate office in Ortigas. I went through two interviews and both went well, but I just knew it wouldn't be me. The company is so particular with positions that I know I wouldn't stand a chance. Mam Joy confirmed that I wasn't even shortlisted because I'm a mere staff.

That would have normally touched my ego (especially since I've been here for five years already) but what compensated was the fact that despite of our HR department denying my application, I learned from Mam Joy that Mam Rizza, my supposed immediate supervisor had I gotten the position, actually wanted me to be part of her team. As I've heard, she thought I have the potential and that it's a waste if they won't get me.

And to know that there are people who think I am worth it? Man, that feels enough.

Probably really wanting to work with me, I was invited to help conduct Cash training for newly-hired employees next week. That was I went to Ortigas for this morning. Mawie gave me a refresher about cash transactions and policies; and I think it went well. After four years of exposure to these different bank jargons and accounting entries, everything honestly seemed easier.

Over lunch, I was invited to join the PUC On-boarding Team with Mam Joy, Mawie, Sir Oliver and Sir Raf (my BBH in Caloocan). The funny thing is we went there for a shoot, like a real AVP shoot - something I thought I will never do again since I graduated college. It was for this LOL thing which the team uploads on Youtube for employees to watch. Mam Joy was the host and we were joking how we suddenly turned into her PA.

But the gist was I never really thought I'll go back to who I was while in the bank. I mean I graduated Mass Communication and this is what I do. So for the few minutes that I had to edit the script, hold the idiot board, and coach Mam Joy on how to deliver her lines, it felt like I was a student all over again. (Not to mention that we were surrounded by actual FEU students) I mean it, it was really a nice feeling breaking out of the loop inside the branch and being myself once again.

That's when I realized that probably, at 30, I am starting to find direction. Maybe, the past five years was just an introduction and a training phase combined so when I finally get through it, I will be more equipped and more prepared to take on whatever life throws me.

Mam Joy and I actually talked about a lot more things - one of which concerns my employment - but as what Tito Lino had embedded in my thoughts, I'll just cross the bridge when I get there.

At around 5PM, I went back to the branch with Eddross and did my part as a BSA. Afterwards, I had to rush to the church for above all, I am the Liturgy Chairman of the parish and I need to see what's happening with the retablo projects we're trying to complete before the 19th.

Yes, we're unveiling the new altar on Sunday, in time for the Feast Day of Santo Niño.



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I'm running out of words and it's 11 o'clock in the evening already. So let's call it a night. :)




Random #1

9:10 PM

January 4, 2020


I woke up to the news that the weather dropped to 20 degrees in Manila during the evening and Baguio even got 9 degrees. Sleeping in a second-floor wooden room, I could have felt that if I didn't decide to use the comforter. Good decision -- my instincts never really fail me. ♥

Anyway, today was a rather busy yet slow day. A notoriously stubborn client came to the office again and threatened us that she won't leave unless we give her refund. The problem is: she wasn't even our client and the team who was supposedly handling her issues won't answer. Haha. Stupid people. I hate it when I talk to narrow-minded individuals, especially when the intention was to just annoy the hell out of us. Even my regional head had to step in to pacify the client but she was just ... argh!

Nonetheless, it was a productive day. I got to start the refund and organize my files from 2019. I have decided to incorporate what we used to do in my previous branch so I hope we get to move on with our backlogs in the branch. It's gonna take a lot of perseverance but I'm pretty confident about this year. 


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I can't take my mind off the visa processing. Nobody told me it's gonna be this messy. I shouldn't have bought my tickets early! But anyway, I'm gonna ask for help from Tita Mercy and Kuya Ed, and maybe some friends from the church. I just need to find balance and stop myself from spending too much for Seventeen.

My god.

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And oh! Mingyu spammed us all with pictures and while I cannot deny his beauty, charm and sexual appeal, my heart settles more on how amazing he is in front and behind the cameras. He's such a personification of arts and I am glad to stan someone this talented. 

♥♥♥

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