Talking Eyes by Mia Lafreve Pedretti (sci fi books to read .TXT) 📕

though: How could she not be after what you did? A sigh escaped from my lips. I know I exaggerated, but I didn't any other options than that. I sighed again. I knew I would have reacted in the same way if she had hugged some guy beyond me, like I did. Another sighed. She ignored me for the entire time, until we arrived in the hallway of the building. We could see even from 30 meters, that the fans double, no, triple sized. And the damn paps as well. The doors were closed, but I could still hear their screams when some of them saw us. That's when I reminded what Choi Seung Hyun told me. I couldn't let no one. Jealous fans or invasive paps, lay a finger on my girlfriend. I closed the distance between Yumi and I, because I needed to talk with her.

She looked at me with uneasy eyes. “They double sized.” She mumbled and she looked at them. “I wonder if we can make it..” She said worried. I had the feeling that she wasn’t referring just to the crowd outside.

I was worried too, but I looked at her and said what could have comforted and assured her for once in that moment. “Frankly I don't know, it would be hard for anybody, but I think it could be easier for us, since we’re together. And I assure you that I’ll stay by your side all the time, so you don't have to worry.” I said sincerely. I desperately wanted to kiss and cuddle her in my arms, but paps certainly would have posted the pictures all over the magazines. And my fans would have gone nuts. So I just patted her shoulders. “I’ll be always by your side love.” I added at low voice since our back were facing the crowd.

She blushed. “Thank you Oppa.” She shyly thanked me. “I’m less worried now.” She said. I smirked proud of myself.
“Don't you worry guys.” It was Choi Seung Hyun spoke then. He stayed in silence for so much time, that his voice startled me a little. He moved from our manager and he went next to Yumi. You could tell he had an idea, because his eyes were sparkling and his bright smile was making me blind. “I just got an idea. When we exit, You..” He indicated Yumi. “..stand in the middle of us. Along with the bodyguards we will be a wall to those invaders.” He stated sure of himself.

“Can you really do that?” She asked him, somewhat unconvinced. “Can it work?”

“It'll work for sure with our help.” My manager said at Choi Seunghyun place. “With the boys covering up your front and back, and us your right and left side, no one will have the chance to touch you.” He cleared out for her. Yumi's manager nodded in agreement.

She was speechless, I could tell. “Wah! I don’t know what to say..You guys are amazing. Thanks to all of you.” She thanked us. “I’m sorry to cause you so much trouble.” She said that to the managers.

“Don't be.” My manager replied blushing lightly. I was about to thank them too, but he cut me off instantly. He didn't like when I thanked him. Don't ask me the why, I don't know it either.

“We better hurry up or there will be no longer space to pass through.” I said to them. The crowd in fact was slowly blocking our way to the cars. I looked at Yumi and squeezed her shoulder as to ask her if she was ready and she nodded. I looked at my pal and the managers and they nodded too. “Let's go then!” Has been my last words before walking towards the exit...and inevitably towards the crowd too.

 

YUMI

Screams, shouts, people pushing here and there. Everyone, the fans to be exact, wanted an autograph, so they kept screaming out loud to catch our attentions. Too bad we were busy trying to get to our van. They screamed our names, but mostly Ji Yong's stage name, since on a popularity chart Choi Seunghyun was second and I was third.

“AAAH!”  “OPPAAA!”   “GD OPPA!”   “OPPA!”   “OPPA YEOGI JUSEYO!”   “OPPAAAAA!”   “YEOGI BWAYO!”   “OPPAAA!” “OPPAAA!”       “YEOGI!”      “OPPAAA!”  "SARANGHAEYO"   “AAAAH!”   “JI YONG OPPA!"  "SARANGHAE!”    “AAAH!”   "SARANGHAE OPPA!”   “TOP OPPA!”  “JI YONG OPPA! SARANGHAE!”   “AAAAH!”  “OPPA  “TOP  “OPPA YEOGI JUSEYO!”  "OPPA!”    "TOP OPPA YEOGI!” “OPPAAAAA!”   “JI YONG OPPA!"  “AAAAH!”

 

My poor ears were almost bleeding for the overload rumors around. And to make all more insupportable, the paparazzi and journalists joined them along with their questions and flashy cameras. One of their cameras even microphones almost got in my mouth, for how close they were to us. A little closer and I could eat their damn microphones. God, step on me while you're at!


“HOW WAS THE SHOW G-DRAGON-SHI?”  “WAS IT FUNNY LIKE THE LAST TIME?”
“HOW IT FEELS TO BE IN THE CENTER OF THE RUMORS YUMI-SHI?”

“IS IT TRUE THAT YOU ARE FRIENDS WITH TOP?”
“HOW IT HAPPENED TOP-SHI?”  “CAN YOU ANSWER PLEASE?”

“G-DRAGON-SHI, IS IT TRUE THAT YOU'LL GO IN EUROPE?”
“YOU'LL GO WITH SOMEONE OTHER THAN TAEYANG-SHI?”
“WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO THERE?”  “CAN YOU ANSWER PLEASE?”

“TOP-SHI WILL COME AS WELL?”  “YUMI-SHI TOO?SO?”
“IS IT TRUE THAT YOU'RE MORE THAN FRIEND WITH G-DRAGON-SHI, YUMI-SHI?”

“CAN YOU ANSWER PLEASE YUMI-SHI?”
No, I cannot Answer! I wanted to shout in their faces. Get of my face before I hit you! I just wanted to leave that place as soon as possible. They were like mosquitoes, ready to suck up all my blood, if they had the chance to. They sure were annoying the hell out of me, but above all that giant amount of rowdy voices, I heard someone raise her voice loud enough to be pierce my ears.

What she said was destined to me. Only to me. “He pitys you, that's why he's always beside you!” The female stated, putting all the hate she had in that unique sentence.  How cruel...  I knew she was referring to Ji Yong. Nobody could understand the pain I felt in my chest when I lost my parents. My mind unconditionaly ran back at that horrible moment.




FLASHBACK*

..too much.. there’s too much blood.. That was the first thing I saw right after the crash. Mamma.. Papà.. Ale. I thought then. I lifted up my eyes and tried to look for them, even if with something real big giant piece of the glass piercing the left side of my waist and I was sure I had something inserted in my head too, because it hurted me everytime I blinked. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one in bad shape when I looked around. Everyone, just like me, was covered with blood and they had multiples wounds. But they were still breathing, I could tell, because it was the only noise that filled the car. My mom even smiled at me, while the blood flowing out her head. My dad instead was just staring at her and smiling warmly. Oh ti prego..Signore, non portarmi via nessuno di loro.. (I beg you...God, don’t take with you none of them..) I prayed before passing out. ..I saw nothing else but black after that.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the plain ceiling of a room. I looked around. At my right there was an opened window. I blinked a couple of time at the sight of the sunlights. I looked away and I saw the screen of a television, hung at the wall. It was turn off. The room was really neat.. almost annoyingly clean. And then that I heard someone snoring near me. I immediately turned my head to the side to see who it was. A mysterious man was sleeping and laying comfy his head on my lap. He looked familiar. Curled dark-brown hair, big hands, long eyelashes and a mole on his upper cheek that I could have recognized everywhere. Ale.. My brother. Lee Jung Hyun Alesandro Martelli.

He had an orthopedic collar around his neck, bandages on his left arm and looking down, I noticed a pair of crutches. That meant that he wasn't fully able to walk by himself too. He was in a real bad shape, but I was terribly happy that he was still alive. Grazie mille signore (Thank God) “..a-Ale?” I cracked his name, but my throat was too dry.

He didn't hear me, so I squeezed his hand held in mine. His eyelids began to slowly open and he finally looked at me. His eyes popped out right away. He looked surprised and kinda shocked too. “Y-You..woke up.” He mumbled in disbelief.

I nodded. “Hey..” I waved my free-hand at him, just to find some plastic-threads and a needle inserted into my right wrist though. I followed the threads, untill to arrive at a kit-bag filled with...water, I think. I frowned then, when I noticed an odd machine near my bed. It kept making weird noises. Like Bip..Bip..Bip.. “Cosa..?”(What) I mumbled lost.

“It's a machine that control your heartbeat.” My brother explained.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“In hospital.” He answered with a low voice. I looked back at him. The overwhelming happiness in his eyes had turned into tears. He didn't brush them away like he was used to, since he didn’t like to cry in front of people. But I wasn’t the people, that’s why he comfortable or him to cry in front of me.

“Hey.. Basta piangere.” (Enough crying) I mumbled. It hurted me to see him cry. I felt like breaking down too.

“Perchè non dovrei...You stayed in coma for more than three months!”(Why shouldn’t I cry) He replied between sobs.

“What?” I exclaimed disbelieved. To me, they felt like just a few hours of sleep. Not something so terrible like.. coma. “I've been in coma?” I asked still disbelieved.
“Sì.. For more than three months.” He answered brushing away the tears. “The doctors had first to heal your head trauma. Even though you had sa few wounds on the skull, the glass didn't touched your brain, so it has been more simple for them to operate and heal with time. Along with two broken ribs As for your stomach, the intestines were pierced, so they had too shorten it, while the liver was completely irrecoverable."
"I don't have a liver?" I panicked.
"No. Absolutely." He quickly replied. "They replaced the damaged one with a new one. They then induced you in coma so you could heal in total peace. Then they tried to reanimate you.. but you didn't woke up for almost two fucking days. I was so mad that I would have beat them up for that, even without a leg. They tried to call me out and reason with me but only a shot of tranqillizer could knock me out.” He revealed sad. “As soon as I was able to walk again, I visited you everyday though. So you wouldn’t have felt lonely when you had woken up.” He added smiling a little.

“Ah.” I only mumbled feeling terrible, or him, for his lost leg. "I'm sorry for your leg. Mi dispiace tanto."(I'm very sorry) I felt like at fault.
"Mi dispiace anche a me." (I'm sorry too) "Let's not think about it though. We're both alive, that's what matter the most." He said as to comfort the both of us.
“Yeah.. I'm glad I'm awake now.. and not alone. Grazie mille.” I thanked him and he smiled again. I smiled too. But when I tried to lift myself up a little, a flash of pain passed through all my body. I was ready to scream, but I made an effort and held back the scream, since we were in hospital. I held them stubbornly, but the tears fell down my cheek like a waterfall. Mamma mia che male! (God that hurted)

Ale stood up someway from the chair and calmed me down a little. “No, don’t try to get up. You’re too wounded to make it.” He