| Fan Fiction |
by Erika
"Not that we don't care about you, cos we do," Yoochun gives them a flirtatious smile.
I roll my eyes at him.
_____ left yesterday. When all of us went back home from the park, her room was empty and her clothes were gone.
Most of all, _____, the love of my life, was gone.
And I have to forget about her. We all have to.
"If this pursues on, TVXQ will break up and will never appear in public ever again !" Changmin announces.
The girls look at him, not daring to believe it.
"Changmin ..." I say, in a warning tone.
"Sorry," he looks down.
With that, the autograph sessions starts.
Listlessly, I sign the pieces of paper being shove in front of me. In monotone, I ask the girl for her name and sign the paper without much life.
I can't do it.
I can't forget about her.
"Um, oppa ?" A high-pitched voice suddenly breaks in. I look up. "That's not my name."
I peer at the paper. I'm writing ______'s name.
Mentally kicking myself, I strike it out and write the girl's ACTUAL name on the paper. Then, with a flourish, I sign it and hand the paper back to her.
"Thank you, Jae oppa."
I smile at her.
A lot of fans have called me oppa before.
I miss being called hyung.
Slowly, the time ticks by and finally, everything is over. All of us walks back to the car, after changing into something more casual, and drives back home.
I glance down at the necklace clasped around my neck. The sunlight shines on it, making it more shinier than ever.
Without knowing, I reach up, unclasp it and stare at it on my hand.
This is the only thing left that reminds me of _____.
Everything else ... Is already gone.
She's gone.
(1 YEAR LATER)
[Your POV]
"But ____ !" My stepmom looks at me with a hint of amusement in her eyes.
"NO !" I reply.
"But he's the perfect one for you ..." She shoves the picture into my hand. Scornfully, I glance at it.
It shows a picture of a snobbish-looking rich kid.
My stepmom is actually TRYING to matchmake me with some stranger.
"Perfect ... PFF. He looks like a snob," I push the picture back to her. "No wait, that's because he IS a snob."
"Aish, ______. When will you ever fall in love ?" My stepmom shakes her head before walking out of the room.
I already did. A year ago. With the most wanted prince charming in the whole of Korea.
I fell in love with Kim Jaejoong.
Sighing, and a little bit restless, I jump out of my bed and pace around my room.
For a year, even though my father is still their manager, I never got to see them or even talk to them.
Partly because I prefer not to.
Besides, they probably have forgotten about me now. Just like I told them to.
Still, I can't help but to think about Jaejoong sometimes. Considering he's the first ... And last, person I've ever loved.
But that's all gone. That's all in the past.
To get my mind off things, I take my bicycle and go to the place where I can just ... Calm down.
For 10 whole minutes, I cycle my butt of before finally stopping in front of the playground. Dropping my bike on the grass, I walk up to the swing.
I sit down and start pushing myself up. And down.
Nobody ever comes to this playground anymore. I think I'm the only one.
I look up and take a deep, refreshing breath.
They've let go. Maybe it's time for me to do the same.
Silently swinging back and forth, I start talking to myself.
I do this a lot of times now. And I don't know why.
"_______ ..." I look at my feet, which are dangling from the swing. "You're already 18. It's been a year. Forget about them."
"Why can't you let go ? Why can't you move on ? Why does, everytime you see them on TV, you feel like crying ?"
"You're better than this ..." The swing slowly comes to a stop. Softly, I graze my foot on the grass.
"Forget about them ..."
"Forget about Jaejoong."
After saying the last sentence, I stand up. Impatiently, I brush my wet face and sit back down again.
"Kaze ni natte sotto tsutsumitai ..." I start singing.
"Kimi ga iru sekai ni sugu tonde yukitai ..." I lovoe you, Jaejoong.
"Aitakute mo, aitakute mo ..." I close my eyes and swallow hard.
"Matteru kara tada, wasurenaide ..."
Sharply, I stand up and turn around. I didn't sing the last sentence ...
Jaejoong flashes me a forlorn smile.
I grip the metal chains as he advances forward. Finally, when he's right in front of me, he stops walking.
"So ... We meet again," Jaejoong says. "I didn't know you also liked to come here."
"I ..."
Smiling, Jaejoong unclasps the necklace from his neck, reaches out for my hand and press the silver thing on it.
"No matter how hard I try, I just can't forget about you ..."
Before I can say anything, he leans in and kisses me.
Hard as I try to resist, I can't. His kisses always makes me melt. Directly into his arms.
He pulls back and grins at me.
"I love you,______. That's something my heart can't deny ..."
For a long minute, I just stare at him. Thinking about the consequences. The screaming fangirls ... The fighting.
But, then again, I AM a tough girl.
"I love you too, hyung ..."
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THE END.
TIME FOR SOME CHANGMIN LOVE.
LOL, thanks for reading my fic everyone.
And for supporting me always.
That is why I love all of you.
And someday, I wish that each of you can find your one Jaejoong who can take care of you.
One who can never bear to see you cry.
<3 Erika.