| Fan Fiction |
by Erika
But everytime I ask him what his problem is, he won't answer. Or, he'll ignore me altogether.
"Max," I blurt out the nickname I gave him. He looks up at me in surprise, as if he just realised that I'm beside him. "What's wrong ?"
"Nothing."
"Don't give me that-" Hastily, I cover both Junghoon's ears. "Don't give me that crap ! There IS something wrong and I want to know. NOW."
He sighs, leans back on my living room couch and keeps his eyes glued to the television screen. Once again, he's ignoring me. Once again, he's avoiding my questions.
And that's where I draw the line.
I gently push Junghoon off my lap and turn to Changmin. With much force, I grab his collars and pull his face up to mine. "Look, Max. Obviously, being nice to you doesn't work so I'm going to ask you one more time: IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG ?!"
His eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. I hold on to his shirt collar and growl quietly under my breath. Junghoon curls up to the corner of the couch and silently whimpers. I can feel my heart thumping against my chest. My breathing isn't normal but, ever so slowly, I feel my grip on his shirt collar loosening. Then, completely, I let go of Changmin and slump back down on the couch.
"Umma ?" Junghoon crawls back to my lap. I close my eyes and start playing with his hair again.
Changmin stays paralysed to the position I made him get into when I was grasping his short collar. His back is straight and his face is unreadable. I let out a big sigh before mumbling a quick apology. He doesn't move.
I feel like kissing him.
"What the hell are you thinking about ?" A small voice inside my head demands. I ignore it. I really want to kiss him. I really want to feel Max's lips on mine. I want to feel it again.
The small voice of reason inside my head argues heatedly. It tells me, over and over again, that this is just a pretend game. It's not real. I can't kiss Max whenever I want to.
"Why not ? He does it all the time ..." I mumble to my voice in an inaudible whisper.
All of a sudden, the front doorbell rings. Instead of waiting for one of the maids to open it, I scoop Junghoon up into my arms and make my way towards the door, deftly avoiding making eye contact with Changmin on the way. I reach out for the brass doorknob, turn in clockwise and pull the door open.
Standing forlornly on the threshold is a middle-aged woman, with, surprisingly, no sign of wrinkles. Her glance flickers to me and then to Junghoon, who's head is resting on my shoulders. Awkwardly, I shift Junghoon to a more comfortable position before greeting the strange woman.
"Um, can I help you ? Do you want to see either of my parents ? Because they're both not at home right now. Do you want to leave a mes-"
"That's my son," she rudely interrupts me polite greeting, pointing her index finger to Junghoon.
"What ?" I put Junghoon down. He stands beside me and look at the woman, who claims to be his real mother.
Well, even if she is, I would never give Junghoon to her. Not after she cruelly abandoned her at the park ... No way. Over my dead body.
"That's my son," the woman repeats. "Junghoon."
Slowly, I bend my knees and reach out for Junghoon's hand. "Prove it."
The woman turns to Junghoon. "Honey, do you remember me ? I'm your mother, your Umma. I'm sorry if I left you on the park that day, I didn't mean it. I regret what I did, Junghoon. Will you come home with me now ?"
A sudden wind ruffles my hair and in a split second, Changmin is suddenly behind me.
"What's happening ?" He asks in a soft, low voice.
"This woman claims that she's Junghoon's real mother. You know, the one who ABANDONED JUNGHOON ON THE PARK ?" I say the last 5 words loudly, directing it to the woman. She flashes me a death glare, before turning her attention back to Junghoon, who is still staring up at her with big, innocent eyes.
"The only way to find out if she's telling the truth is to ask Junghoon what he thinks," Changmin says in a matter-of-fact tone. I swallow the painful lump on my throat and nod. I can barely talk now. I have a feeling that things are going to change.
Badly.
"Junghoon ..." Changmin bends down until he's about the same height as Junghoon. "Do you know this woman ?" He gestures, with one hand, towards the stranger outside the front door. With gritted teeth, I fight the impulse to slam the door on the woman's smug face when Junghoon nods.
"Is she your mother ?" Changmin continues.
Again, Junghoon nods.
"Well, that's settled then. Junghoon's coming home with me today. There's no need to pack his things. I already bought him new stuff and it's already at our new house. Let's go, honey." The woman tugs on Junghoon's hand, dragging him out of the gate. I watch and will myself not to cry, as the lady escorts Junghoon inside a car. The car motor starts with a rumble and in one painful moment, the car zooms away.
For the umpteenth time, I force and even bigger lump down my throat. The small voice inside my head tells me not to cry but as usual, I don't listen to it.
I sink on the floor, right there and then, and start crying.
[Changmin's POV]
"________, please don't cry. We'll visit him, okay ? He's not really gone. We'll visit him, I promise ..."
She lets out a sob in response. I make more soothing noises and strokes her ruffled hair.
"Everything's changing and I don't like it," she straightens up and leans on the headboard of her bed. Carrying her up to her room was hard, but seeing her cry is harder. I nod, quietly agreeing to what she said.
She runs a hand across her tear-streaked face and looks at me with a serious expression. "What's wrong ?"
I don't how many times I've heard her ask me that. I don't know how many times she says she wants to know. And I seriously don't know how many times I can ignore her.
I guess I have to tell her.
"A lot of things are wrong," I begin. "First, our parents started fighting about something stupid. And that leads to their lives being hell-ish. Then, we pretend to go out, which, at first, didn't work out but now, it's okay. After that, Junghoon comes into the picture and we became 'parents'. Then Tiffany comes back and started hating you. And out of nowhere, Junghoon's real mother appears and takes Junghoon away from both of us. And now ... I'm changing."
"So basically, wrong things started happening when our father started fighting ?" She seems confused.
"I'm changing," I repeat. "Everything about me is changing."
"What ?"
"I'm falling in love with you."
"Falling in love with me ..." She softly echoes. She brings her knees up to her face and buries her head into it. The only sound that can be heard for a while is the sound of her slow breathing. I repeated what I just said inside my head, realising that it sounded really stupid.
"We have to tell them the truth." She finally says, bringing her head back up. "We have to admit that we're just pretending to go out."
"Didn't ... Didn't you hear me ? I said I'm falling for you."
"Yeah yeah, I heard it. What a joke." She dismissively waves a hand in the air.
"A JOKE ?! YOU THINK IT'S A JOKE ?!" I holler.
"Well, yeah, I thought you were just kidding. You know, to cheer me up-"
"I wasn't freaking kidding, _______ ! I really love you ! FOR GOODNESS' SAKE, I LOVE YOU !" My shouts bounce off her bedroom walls, making it loud and scary.
"What ?"
"Is that all you ever say ?" I turn my back to her and fold up my arms.
"Um, I'm sorry ... I guess. So. You're really in love with me ?"
"Yeah," I turn back to her and stare at the eyes I love so much. "At first I thought that it was all a joke too but as time passes by, when I'm spending more and more time with you, I discover that my feelings aren't kidding me. I'm really in love with you."
"But ... We're only pretending to be in live with each other."
"I know we are, but ..." My voice trails off, basically because I don't know what to say anymore. Silence follows after my last word. I look away awkwardly. Maybe this wasn't the right time to confess my feelings for her.
"Well, um, we still have to tell them," she finally says, as if nothing has happened; as if I hadn't confessed to her.
This might be the right time to get angry at her for ignoring my true feelings but I think she's right.
It's time we tell the adults. It's time they know about our pretend game.
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Hope you like it.
I might end this soon.
Joua--10 August 2009 at 3:41 p.m.
y is max sad...... is it because tiff??????? -_-
Reply: Nah. And he's not sad. He's just deep in thought, that's all.
Daphne -- 9 August 2009 at 10:59 p.m.
what is it that was bothering changmin? does it have something to do with Tiffany?! IM GONNA KILL HERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
Reply: I don't mind you killing Tiffany, LOL.
JaeSu fan--6 August 2009 at 10:34 p.m.
Update soon!!! ^_^
Reply: Updated.
Ayv--6 August 2009 at 6:52 p.m.
awww...i like it^^what can i say...emmmm.....SKI SKI SKI SKI DAISKI......the update always make me happy^^.......dakara,update soon onegai shimasu^^ja.love ya!v(^_^)v
Reply: AWW, LOL. Thanks and ily too ;D
Randi--6 August 2009 at 4:49 p.m.
awww, i really like the part where Changmin takes her scrunchie/scrungi(however you spell it...). That's just too sweet! thanks for updating. ^_^
Reply: You're welcome ;D
azn14--6 August 2009 at 11:17 a.m.
awess!! Changmin hehehe. his mind is always thinking abouts me now ahha. and when he pulled me into a kiss, that was cute haha.
Goodbye Tiffany, have a nice trip XD and please stay in Japan :)
awes, your knees worse now? :( how bad is it?
update soon please =)
Reply: LOLOLOLOLOLOL :D Your comments are funny. And my knee ... is still worse.
<3 Erika.