When The Time Is Right ✔

Chapter 14

Jesus, what words are needed?

Everyone calls you a masterpiece.

Just a little bit of you, I’ll seriously value baby ye ye~

It’s Sunday morning, I’m alone at my place and I don’t have anything to do. So, I’m listening to Charge’s new song. Zian’s song for me.  

It’s actually a happy song. It’s something that tells you that you are the best girl, that he couldn’t afford to look at other women. But why are tears brimming around my eyes? Why do I feel emotional listening to this?

“I actually wrote this song five years ago, when I had a girlfriend that I really loved. But I didn’t want to release this song when I know that she wouldn’t hear it. So, we’re releasing this now, now that she’s back, to tell her that nothing changed. She is still the only HER for me.” I remembered Zian’s words and that’s it. The tears are falling.

I used to be emotionless like a rock but now I’m a fool once again.

When I snapped out of it, I realized I was in front of you.

Oh! Could you be my real love?

It was that song. He was talking about us. He was talking about how we were back then.

He was emotionless. He never talks to anyone unless they are worth talking to. He wasn’t a social person. He was fine by his own. I could say that he is delinquent. But he’s different when he’s with me. He was gentle. He was always comforting me. He was always sweet.

You’re so pretty, if someone comes up to you and starts talking to you, just smile, don’t give him your number.

Wipe your drool first and go away, stop your talk.

Her, uh, her, uh, baby, I’m all yours.

I wiped my tears and nodded at the song. It’s as if the song is talking to me. Zian, telling me to not look at other guys. Zian, telling me to only look at him.

I took a deep breath and smiled to myself. How can I not only look at him when he gives me all the reasons to do so? He’s such a giveaway. He wears his heart out on his sleeves and he directs it to me.

It’s a wonder why Louis still crosses my mind with Zian’s gestures.

I’m really stupid.

But right now, I’m going to change everything. Starting now, I will start looking at Jiho. And Zian alone. I just hope his fans won’t kill me.

**

I just decided to go to a café and read instead. Michelle’s not in the country and Zian is busy with his comeback, so, I’m basically alone.

I walked to the bookstore earlier and saw the book Zian was telling me that I am ignorant of. Fifty Shades of Grey. I decided to buy that since I don’t want Jiho telling me that I didn’t live my life right because I hadn’t read this trilogy.

And that brings me here now. At the café near my pad.

I’ve been here for almost an hour and I’ve read one-third of the book already. I have nothing to say. Is he a pervert?

Why does he know these books? This is too erotic for my liking!

I mean, who would have thought of being a Dominant and being a Submissive? I’m just relieved that Anastasia Steele is witty enough to think that she doesn’t want that stuffs. But this Christian Grey… He must have had a dark past for him to act this way.

I was shaking my head when someone stopped in front of me.

“Hana?”

I looked up to see who this man is and my eyes widened when I saw Christian Lee, Louis’s friend.

I smiled at him. “Oh, hello.” I greeted him.

He looked down at me then eyed the book I was reading. “So you know Fifty?” He asked. No, more like teased.

I immediately closed the book in embarrassment. He probably must know this story because he looks at me meaningfully. “Ah, someone just made me curious about this.” I replied. “You have company?” I asked to change the topic.

He looked behind me and nodded. “Ah, Louis’ asked me to meet him here. And he just arrived.” He smiled at me.

I froze when I heard Louis’ name. I saw him last night and it’s a good encounter. I wonder what happened to him. I hope he’s fine.

Wait. I shouldn’t be concerned.

“Ah.” I nodded. “Have a good coffee with him then.” I told him before going back to reading.

Christian smiled and nodded. “Okay. Have a good reading, Hana!” He beamed then he grinned. “Don’t be all too into Fifty.” Then he chuckled and left.

I narrowed my eyes and followed him walking to the other way…which is another mistake because my eyes caught Louis staring at me.

Why do I always pick the wrong choices? I’m going insane.

I immediately looked away and sat properly. I tried my best to focus on the book. But hell. His appearance couldn’t be washed out from my mind.

He has a bruise on his cheek and he has bandage on his temple. Zian must have punched him really hard. He lost. Zian only had a small cut on his upper lip. And I began to wonder if he’s man of steel or what.

But I shouldn’t be thinking about this. If I did, I would only disappoint myself. I have set that I would only look at Zian now. I would do that. I would do that for my remaining dignity and self-esteem.

I stayed in the café for another hour and I’m almost done with two-thirds of the book. Then my phone vibrated.

From: Zian Angelo Woo

Where are you?

They must be done with their schedule because he is already texting. I quickly replied, telling him where I am and it wasn’t even a minute when he replied. He should be resting, though.

From: Zian Angelo Woo

Where’s that café? I’ll come to you.

I narrowed my eyes at my phone. Why would he do that? He sure is exhausted. He should be taking a well-deserved rest right now. So, I told him that then I placed my phone down and continued reading. He didn’t reply which made me relieved because maybe he took my advice and rested.

That’s the thing about idols. They pour their hard work on the stage so the fans only see the cool side of them. Fans don’t have an idea of how sleep deprived they are because of those numerous schedules they have to squish in a day. For an idol, twenty four hours is not enough.

This is why Zian should be resting and not-

“What are you doing here?” I was shocked to see Zian, in flesh, sitting in front of me. He still has his make up on and he is still wearing his costume. Yes, I call it costume. They are costumes, right?

He smiled at me then c****d his head when he eyed the book. “So, you’re finally reading it.” He told me with his teasing voice. Wait. Did it even sound right? Teasing voice? Ugh.

I rolled my eyes on him then closed the book. I gave him a look. “That did not answer my question.” I frowned at him.

He chuckled and leaned his forearms on the table, moving closer to me. “I missed you. That’s why.” He told me. “I told you. I’ll come to you.”

I couldn’t help but smile at him. Then I wrinkled my nose. “You sweet little weirdo!” I beamed at him and he laughed at me.

“Come on.” He took my hand. “You can read Fifty when you get home or in your office.” He told me. He stood up and I just stared at him.

“Where are you taking me?”

He smiled. “Comeback party.” He replied and the next thing I knew, I was being dragged to his car.

He turned the stereo on and looked at me. “We have this every comeback.” He began. He must have known that I am still curious of what he is talking about.

I looked at him and nodded.

“We’ve had numerous comebacks but this one is my favorite.” He told me then he held my hand. “That’s because you’re back. And I was able to sing you the song I was longing to sing in front of you.”

I smiled at him while I felt my blood rushing to my cheeks. Can he stop making me blush? I don’t really feel confident on showing him my flustered face. Never will.

He kissed the back of my hand. “Thanks for coming back, Hana. You don’t know how you make me happy.” He caressed my hand. “Don’t ever leave again, please.”

I smiled and nodded. “I won’t.”

How could you even leave such a great person behind? How can one have someone better when one has let go of the best?

So no. I’m not going anywhere.

**

The club seemed blasting off. It was too loud. I gave Zian a narrowed look and he just grinned. He, of all people, knows so well that I don’t like loud places. Why did he bring me here?

“Hey, Hana!” I looked at Jiro Marcos and he hugged me tight. “Long time no see.” He told me but he is not breaking off from the hug.

I smiled at him even though I feel a bit awkward. “Yes. Good to see you.” I told him and he planted a kiss on my cheeks.

“Hey!” Zian came, whining, and separated the two of us. “Stop goofing around here and just play with Paul!” Then he pushed Jiro away, who looked back at me and waved.

I waved back before he got out of my sight.

Zian sighed beside me. “I shouldn’t have brought you here if I knew they will harass you like that.” He muttered and I just laughed at him.

“Stop sulking. It’s your party.” I told him then went inside.

The club was reserved for Charge. The people from their company and those significant for their album production are present here. I met them all again, these boys, after a long time.

Who would have thought that these underground buddies would become this successful? I would never have thought of that. I mean, I would have never thought they would leave underground to be idols.

But then again, I’m not really good in thinking that things would change. If I did, I wouldn’t have left.

“Come on, Charge! Sing us a song!”

Joel, the designated MC, who is also their manager, spoke through the mic.

Zian looked at me and I just smiled at him.

“Go!” I mouthed and he just chuckled.

“Okay!” Joel beamed as the members occupied the small stage. “Charging?” He asked the crowd.

“Shock delivered!” Everyone shouted. I did too. Zian saw me and smiled at me. He is my knight. And I will gladly be his number one fan.

Paul began strumming his electric guitar and everyone cheered. They really look different on stage.

Zian does. He looks cool. And I love watching him because he enjoys the stage. It’s like his second home. It’s like where he really belongs.

Joel walked to me and smiled at me. “You must be Hana Tejeros.” He told me. I nodded. “Yes, I am, sir.” I don’t really know what to call him.

He smiled again. “So this is why Zian Woo never even dared to look at other girls.” He began then eyed me. “You are such a great catch.” He finished.

I narrowed my eyes on what he said. I don’t get him. He just chuckled then we both watched the boys.

 “When I first met these kids, everyone was energetic except Zian.” He starts again. “That’s I think, four years back. He was not talking unless it’s necessary.”

I looked at Zian. He must have had a really hard time because I left.

“I asked them if they want to debut as a band because they are really popular in the underground. Everyone agreed, except him.” He smiled weakly. “That’s when I thought he had it rough. But I didn’t give up. After numerous times that I have talked to him, I convinced him.” He told me.

I looked at him. I want to hear more. I know Zian won’t tell me these things, so I want to hear more.

“The day I’d set to be the last time I would convince him and the team, he opened up about a girl that made him that way. He was talking about how he doesn’t want to sing anymore because he wouldn’t be singing for her. ‘She wouldn’t hear it,’ he said while breaking down.” Joel looked at me.

I swallowed a big lump in my throat. Zian had it the hard way too.

“But look at him now. He seems to be enjoying the stage.” Joel motioned at Zian. “He even released that song that was a taboo topic for him.” He chuckled. “This kid doesn’t even let his members hear this no matter how persistent Paul and Jiro are. He gets really mad when they went near his computer.”

I am shocked. I’m trying to absorb everything that Joel is telling me. I watched Zian. He is rapping happily while looking at me.

“This is the first time I have seen him this happy. He was happy these past few weeks but he is extra elated now.” Joel said. “Because the woman in his song is here. Because HER is here. Because you are here.” He told me and patted my shoulder.

I looked at him and my tears are brimming again. How many times do I have to tear up in a day? And today, I cried twice because of the same person.

“Take care of him, Hana.” He told me. I looked at him and he smiled at me. “No one has an idea of how much he loves you. But if you were to ask me, he loves you more than the universe. You are certainly his life. He would not live if it was not for you.” He told me. “The reason why he agreed to me to become the vocalist is because I told him that through his music, you will be able to look at him again.” He paused. “That’s how he survived the entertainment industry. Because of you.”

And as if on cue, my tears began to fall down. Once again, I am reminded of how much Zian loves me. He went through a lot because I left. I have hurt him because of my lies but he was still hoping I would come back to him.

I know I may have said this a lot of times but right now, I can never be sure of who I want to be. This time, I will get distractions out of my head.

I will begin again. With Zian Woo.