But there he was, standing by an emperor type of chair on a moving car, looking fittingly like a King amid the solemn guards. Since I sat very close to the front on the first level, I couldn't believe I would be able to see Yong Joon this close. ‘Excitement’ was not the right word to describe my reaction at that time, my mind went virtually numb but I could feel my hands and knees were shaking uncontrollably. I didn’t know how I should prepare for this epic moment in my BYJ journey - should I wave and cheer like everybody else, or should I remain calm so I could retain some sense to remember his face? But hehe, call me patriotic or simply idiotic, I instinctively dug out the little Maple Leaf flag from my bag and held it close to my heart. I guess as a dutiful Canadian abroad, it is my responsibility (well, besides voting and paying taxes) to proudly display our presence in any public event, right? Haha, just kidding, how is Yong Joon able to see the tiny me in the dark anyway?
As Yong Joon’s car pulled closer and closer towards our section, the commotion was getting really high. I swear I could feel the vibration of the screams (including my own) in the air, and maybe Yong Joon did too. He turned his face from the Arena to our section and there he was – the star of all stars, the king of all kings was right in front of my eyes!
Just for that moment and that moment only – my world turned soundless, my surroundings became motionless, appeared before me was only a dark hole. At the end of that dark hole was this angelic human being - the delicate features on his pale face was as exquisite as a Greek sculpture, his eyes so compassionate as to comfort the loneliest soul, his smile so tender as to melt the coldest heart. My whole universe just stood still for that instant, the only movement was the flying dust dancing in the air accentuated by the extraordinary bright light surrounding him, I was in seventh heaven!
It was pretty hard to pull myself back to earth, but I was awaken when Yong Joon suddenly stopped, stood up and stared directly at the next section. He kept waving and nodding at them, then tears began rolling down his beautiful face. We all exclaimed as we witnessed what was happening from the giant screen. His eyes still red and teary, but he quickly wiped the tears away and turned around to the arena.
Three and a half hours only felt like an hour, it’s time for Yong Joon to bid farewell to us. I know we should be very grateful to have him ‘alone’ for so long already, but I really didn’t want to see him leave. Where will he go from here? Will he carry on that torch fulfilling his duties as the tourism ambassador? Or is he really going to hibernate and become a farmer? Or will he think about acting again, as we all hope for? Little did I know then, what our Yong Joon really needs the most is rest, rest and more rest.
I didn’t have much time to stay behind and reflect as we had another exciting engagement followed. PESASA, the successor of one of the largest Japanese fan circle BSJ, held a dinner gathering in the Tokyo Dome Hotel restaurant, and the organizers had graciously invited the overseas fan groups to join – let’s see, there’s the Singapore family, Malaysian family, Taiwan family, Hong Kong family, Korean family and our Canadian family - all as one big happy family. Thanks flowerbossa, satovic and marinet san for your hospitality, the dinner was a perfect closure to our 2 days event – both emotionally and nutritionally (gosh, I was starving!) If you are interested, please check out the pictures posted by flowerbossa in her blog, it brings back wonderful memory. As you know, Style nim is a very well-respected BYJ fan for her contribution and sharing of Yong Joon’s news and pictures. She and her team generously showed us the BYJGallery banner which Yong Joon graced with his autograph. That’s enough to pull us away from our delicious food to swoon over the banner and savored the handsome one’s handwriting.
See the date? It's right before Yong Joon left for Japan!
As the night was drawn to a close, I dragged my overstrained body and rain-soaked bags through the deserted Tokyo subway trains. For the fourth night in a row, I returned home passing the bedtime of my family. As I bent down to kiss my sleepy boy goodnight, I whispered in my heart, "Yong Joon ah, thank you for sharing the most 2 precious days in my life, chonmal hinbok ne! Now I have to go back to be with my family as you will go back to your own busy life. Mata ne, aishitemasu (^:^)"
The End ...... thanks for reading, my dear sisters.