| Fan Fiction |
by raindrop_symphony
Manic Monday I could say. I was so busy talking to people over the phone the whole day. Hopefully everything goes well with the workers I hired so the renovation for my boss’s room would start by Wednesday. I was thinking of finishing the job by Saturday so I’m really praying that everything would go as planned. Jaejoong called me before 12 to meet up at this Chinese restaurant to have lunch. He was very persistent and he said that he had a surprise. Jaejoong really knows that I love surprises. Well, as Jae promised I was surprised. When I entered the restaurant, he was sitting there with his fiancé beside him. Yup, Jae’s fiancé. Her name’s Mina. They met at a recording company about a year ago. Apparently their love for music paved way for their love for each other. I swear, the Jaejoong in front of me that time was like a lovesick puppy who was grinning from ear to ear. He showed every ounce of love he had for Mina. Well, Mina looked very much willing to return the same amount of love. Sigh. Love is in the air... and I don’t care. Hmmm. I don’t? Sigh.
I went to Yoochun’s apartment upstairs (408) too check on him and see if he was feeling better already. I also wanted to give him the chocolate cake I made. When he opened the door, he was clad in a towel wrapped around his waist with water droplets dripping from his hair. I could smell the scent of his aftershave. Obviously, Yoochun just finished taking a bath. A slight blush was evident on his cheeks while I felt like I turned into a tomato right then and there. Although our situation seemed a bit awkward, Yoochun was still very kind to invite me in while rushed to his room to change.
While he was in his room, I took a quick tour of his living room. It was very simple but sophisticated at the same time. The black color of his couch and coffee table perfectly matched his manliness. However, the picture frames of him with his family and friends hanged in the wall gave the room a warm look. Beside the TV, there was a shelf filled with CDs ranging from the oldies to techno music. Yoochun really is a music lover. Well, I was browsing through his CD collection when I noticed the edge of what looked like a picture. Being my nosy self, I took it out and well, I was shocked by when I recognized the people in the picture. Yoochun was with a girl and he was kissing her in the cheek while she looked sweetly at the camera. It was a very sweet picture, so full of love. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I don’t even know why they formed in the first place. But before a tear had a chance to fall I heard the doorknob of Yoochun’s room turn so I hastily returned the picture in between the CDs. When I turned to face him, I did my best to put up a happy front. But then again, I didn’t really have to put too much effort. Yoochun’s smile was enough to raise happiness meter to an acceptable level.
We ended up eating the cake together and I was glad that he liked it. We talked for some time about random stuffs and I couldn’t help but laugh at his corny jokes. Still, behind my laughter I know that the sadness is still there. And I can’t deny that a part of me wanted to ask Yoochun about the girl. Obviously she was Yoochun’s girlfriend. But what happened? Are they still together? Did they break up? So many questions with no answers. Perhaps the most important question would be, “Is Yoochun still in-love with her?” How ironic. You finally found a great guy and you find out that he’s in love with someone who is not you. Sigh.
I went back to the apartment with a heavy heart. Even the sight of the red rose didn’t fully manage to make me feel better. I’m sorry SA. I’m not feeling better today.
Cherry
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I had that dream again. I was still in the glass case and I couldn’t get out. Trying to break the glass still proved to be of no use. Seeing her image, I couldn’t bear to destroy it. Darn it. What does that dream mean? That I haven’t moved on? That I haven’t forgotten the past? It’s been a year. One year of living without her. Aish. Another mystery to me is the hand outside the glass case. I’m certain it belongs to a girl. But who? Come to think of it the girl was wearing a bracelet. And the bracelet looked very familiar but I can’t remember where I saw it. Damn it. That freaking dream kept replaying in my mind while I was at the clinic. Aish.
Sigh. Life could not get any complicated. Cherry Cherry Cherry Cherry. She came earlier this evening to check if I was feeling better and to give me the chocolate cake she made. I just got out of the shower that time and I actually felt embarrassed facing her with only a towel on. I frantically ran to my room to change once I invited her in. It took me a while to change, and when I got out of my room, I was shocked and angry at the same time. I saw Cherry returning my picture with Aya in the middle of the CDs. Even though it was my fault that I put her picture there, I still felt angry because Cherry somehow invaded my privacy. Aya was someone very special to me and I’m not yet ready to share something that private with someone I barely knew. But in spite of my anger, I decided to greet her politely. I wouldn’t want to show my anger to someone who has been kind to me, especially not to Cherry. When she turned around to face me, the anger I felt burst like a bubble. There were tears forming in her eyes and I didn’t know what to do. I was curious on why she was so close to crying. Was it because of the picture? Was it because of Aya? Does Cherry have feelings for me? Aish. That’s impossible. In spite of the sudden change of emotions between us, Cherry and I just had a casual conversation in the living room. She acted as if nothing happened. She spoke as if the tears and sadness that was evident in her eyes weren’t there. At that moment, I knew that I had to make her happy. I don’t know why but I had to. I couldn’t bear looking at her and see that she looked sad. While we talked, I did my best to make her laugh. Still, the laughter didn’t quite reach her eyes. Cherry’s eyes looked glassy with the tears that were threatening to fall. I wanted to hug her, ask her what was wrong and tell her that things will be okay—but then I didn’t. Damn. I felt useless,
When Cherry went back to her apartment, I took out the picture between the CDs. Tears formed in my eyes and I couldn’t help the tears from falling. I remembered the time when she would tell me to be happy if ever she was gone in this world. Can I still do that? Can I be happy...without her?
Yoochun
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To my readers (if I still have any), so sorry for taking so long in updating.. Still lazy.. Summer class is over.. Hello to the first semester of my last year in college.. Enjoy reading!!