| Fan Fiction |
by raindrop_symphony
Just this morning, I was going about the apartment thinking of a possible way to get to talk to Cherry when I came upon the bracelet she lost the day we met. I held it my hand and felt a sense of familiarity that I couldn’t quite catch on. I smiled knowing that I finally found a way to talk to her again. Not the most romantic way of confessing but I thought it was the perfect way to talk to her—or so I thought.
The whole day at the clinic came as blur as the excitement of getting to talk to Cherry made me rush out of the clinic when the clock struck five. On the way home, I passed by Starbucks and thought of the day she poured a whole cup of cappuccino on me. The memory brought a smile to my lips and I had the urge to buy her one. As I entered the cafe, my gaze immediately locked on two figures on a table near the window. And then I saw her, with another man, looking happy. The image of her with that guy is still etched on my mind until now. The way she laughed when he said something, the way she would hit him playfully, the way he tapped her shoulders, every single touch they shared made me want to punch the lights of the guy. However, before I did anything stupid, I stormed out of the cafe and did my best to calm the sudden rush of jealousy in my veins.
As I wandered in the city the whole afternoon, I clutched the bracelet I wanted to return to her. I wanted to tell her so many things. I wanted to tell her what I’ve realized the past days. I wanted to tell her that I need her. I wanted to ask her, beg her, if she would be willing to teach me to love again—a request I haven’t asked anyone before. I wanted her to know that I’m willing to try if she would let me. I wanted her to know that she already had a place in my heart.
However, just like the last time I wanted to talk to her, I lost all my confidence before I got the chance to talk to her. Just this evening, when she got inside the elevator with the guy she was with earlier this afternoon at Starbucks, jealousy ran through my veins for the second time today. I wanted to pull her outside the elevator and bring her somewhere else and tell her how I feel. But then I didn’t get to do that, I just stayed glued to where I stood while looking at their reflection in the elevator doors so close to each other. Her eyes showed the pain in her eyes. She looked as if wanted to run away, away, far from me as possible. Cherry’s wish was fulfilled, minutes later, as the elevator stopped at her floor. And as she stepped out of the elevator with the guy, I gathered the last dose of confidence I had and grabbed her hand. She was shocked, I could tell, and I did what I had to do—I put the bracelet in her hands and let her hand go. And before the elevator doors closed, the image of the guy putting his arms around her was the only thing imprinted in my mind until now.
So is that how it’s supposed to be? I realize I need her and she finds another guy? Sigh. There goes my forever.
Yoochun
♥ ♥ ♥
Dear Diary,
Words without actions are empty. Actions without words are confusing. The rage in his eyes, the glares he gave Jaejoong, the way he grabbed my hand and returned the bracelet, the sad look in his face when Jaejoong put his arms around my shoulders, I don’t know his actions meant. Yoochun never said anything. He just did what he did without any explanations. I’m confused. Why did he return the bracelet? Why now? Did he want to talk to me? Did he want to talk to me about what happened? Then why didn’t he do so? Oh, right. I was with Jae. Did he think Jaejoong was my boyfriend or something? Sigh. I don’t even want to think about it. How I wish Jae didn’t visit me today. Although I appreciate it that Jae came here to cheer me up, I can’t help myself from wishing that Jaejoong didn’t visit me today. If only he wasn’t here then maybe Yoochun would have talked to me. Maybe Yoochun would explain and tell me how he really feels. But Yoochun didn’t talk to me, he didn’t explain. He just grabbed my hand, retuned the bracelet and nothing more. Remembering how he looked so angry in the elevator made me think if he was jealous. Was he...jealous? Did he get jealous that I was with another guy? Did he get jealous when Jaejoong put his arm over my shoulder? Oh how I wish he was. Atleast it would mean that somehow, I’m important to him. Somehow, Yoochun didn’t want to let me go. But then he never said anything. Nothing, and now...I’m confused.
Cherry
P.S. Another rose at the front door. Jaejoong asked me about it and I just said it was from someone I don’t know. I don’t really care anymore anyway.
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So here's the 17th rose. I can't believe 18 roses is coming to an end. Took me a while to finish this one. Just a little trivia I wrote Yoochun's entry three times. My editor (just a friend) was getting picky. Ha-ha. Stay tuned for the last rose. Comments are required! Ha-ha. I do hope my silent readers would comment before the fic ends. ^-^