| Fan Fiction |
by Erika
"Changmin !" Someone calls from behind. Sharply, I whip around to see who it is who called me. As soon as I see the culprit, I turn back around, grab ____'s arm and start walking away.
"Quick, don't look back. She's-" I hastily whisper.
"Changmin !" A hand presses hard on my shoulder. The person pulls me back so that I'm facing her.
I force a smile, clutching ____'s hand, hoping that this will hint to her that I'm already attached. I'm so not ready to handle this kind of stress right now. Not with HER. She was my childhood friend. She left for America when we were 9. At that time, I was in love with her but was too scared to confess. I was devastated when she was gone but over the years, my feelings have changed. Nothing will ever be the same.
"Tiffany." My cheeks are getting sore from smiling too much. Tiffany glances down to my hand, which is intertwined with _____, who is looking utterly bewildered right about now.
"Um, _____, this is Tiffany. My childhood friend," I introduce, hoping that the awkwardness might somehow go away. But, of course, as always, it didn't.
"Hi," _____ mumbles. Secretly, she's trying to wrench her hand out from my grip but I'm not going to let her do that. Instead, I tighten my grip.
"OUCH ! AISH, PABO !" _____ screams. I flash her an apologetic look before softening my grip on her hand. Moments later, her hand starts to relax.
"So, are you two going out ?" Tiffany asks, giving _____ a scornful look.
"Um, yes. We are. In fact, both our fathers are business partners," Once again, although painfully, I force my lips to curl into a smile. I bet I look like a constipated frog now but frankly, I can care less.
Tiffany nods thoughtfully before once again opening her mouth. "It has been a long time, Min. 8 years, to be exact. To be honest, I miss you. A lot."
My mind travels back to when we were both 9. We were at the airport, both bawling our eyes out. I was humiliatingly clinging onto her, pleading for her to not go, to just stay here at Korea. I remember her kissing my cheek and promising me that she'll me miss when she's gone. And that she'll be back.
And when her plane flew off, I was crying too hard that I couldn't even walk properly. My father had to carry me all the way to the car.
And now, 8 years later, she's back and I'm indifferent about it. What I felt about her 8 years ago was gone. I already love someone else. Surely she knows that. She doesn't even love me ...
"You too, Tiff. Um, well, we have to go now ... Still have homework to do. Bye, see you later." Without much hesitation, I drag _____ away from my childhood friend; my first love. Tiffany stays, looking quite confused.
After a few blocks, I notice that _____'s quietly giggling behind her hand. Annoyed, I stop and face her. "What's so funny ?"
"She called you Min," She giggles, yet again. I roll my eyes and begin walking again, this time even more faster. Still chuckling, _____ catches up to me and slides her fingers into mine.
"Aw, Min, I was kidding ..."
"AISH. You're so immature, you know that ?!" Nevertheless, I hold on to her hand. I can't believe that just a week ago, at this time, I would've been teasing or playing pranks on her. All thanks to that fight, I've seen a more softer side of _____, one of which I've never seen before.
And it's actually very ...
Aish, I don't know. Right now, I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling. We're only pretending. I only devised this plan just so my father would stop drinking. But why do I feel like it's true ? And it's really happening ? Why do I feel like _____ really is my girlfriend ?
"Mianhe but ... MIN. What a funny nickname." She tilts her head to one side, obviously scrutinising me. I try not to look directly at her eyes. Those things always look so innocent- and I can't resist those kind of eyes. Especially on a pretty girl. "You know what your nickname should be ?"
"What ?" I look at the leaves in front of me, blowing around the place. Everything looks so peaceful. Everything FEELS so serene when she's around me.
"Choikang, or Max," her lips spread across her face, showing rows of pearly white teeth.
"That's not a nickname. That's more like .. A name."
"Well, I like it. And I think it suits you," she swings her arms and my hand, since she's holding it, swings along. Instead of stopping her, like what I always do when another girl does it, I let her do it. "You know, I think I'm getting the hang of this pretending thing. It's quite easy actually."
Pretending ?
I feel like this is the real thing.
[Your POV]
"Let's go to the park !" I suggest. It was a beautiful day to be strolling along the park. Besides, the flowers there are exceptionally beautiful. Plus, the weather isn't very warm. Kinda like cloudy and windy.
Yep.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat ?! I'm tired ! I just want to go home !" Changmin grumbles.
"Too bad, Max, we're already here." Sure enough, the park is just a few metres away from where we're standing. Enthusiastically, I pull Changmin to the park. Some joggers are puffing along and kids are playing at the playground but other than that, the park is nearly empty.
I let go of Changmin's hand and start walking in front, my arms spread out wide, and slowly inhaling in the fresh air. Changmin hangs about at the back, obviously not used to the environment. I think all he ever does is go to the club.
Suddenly, not far away, I spot a kid on a park bench, rubbing his eyes. Confused and worried at the same time, I run up to the crying little boy and kneel down in front of him. Changmin starts running and thanks to his long legs, he gets to the bench in just SECONDS.
"What's wrong ?" Slowly, I reach out and stroke the little boy's soft, light brown hair. "Are you lost ?"
The boy, still rubbing his eyes, nods his head. Changmin, behind me, shoves his hand in his pockets and shuffle on one foot to another.
See, this is why I think Changmin will never make a good father. He's never that good with kids. Why would he be ? He's an only child, like me. I guess he's used to having all the people's attention on him all the time.
Aish.
"What's your name ?" I continue stroking the boy's hair. He seems to like it because he has finally stopped crying, long enough to look at me with those big, sky blue eyes. Immediately, I melted at the sight of the blue things. I'm a sucker for blue eyes.
"Junghoon," He sniffs. "Will you be my umma ?"
I jump back. "W-what ?"
"My umma left me here. She says she can't take care of me anymore. She doesn't want me anymore. I don't have an umma anymore ..." Junghoon looks down at his hands and is currently on the verge of tears.
I look at Changmin, who seems to be fighting the impulse to run away. He catches my eye and hastily, he sits down beside Junghoon.
"You're not ... Lying, aren't you ?" Changmin hesitates before placing his arm around the boy's shaking shoulders. Junghoon, his eyes immensely wide, shakes his head.
He's not lying. His mother really left him. I know that scared look. I wore it before when I was 6 and got lost in the supermarket. I don't want to talk about it.
I have no other choice. I have to take Junghoon in. Otherwise, who else will take care of him ? The sun ?!
Nuh-uh.
Smiling, I stand and pulls Junghoon up from the bench. "Okay, Junghoon. I'm now your umma. But I'm only 17 so this mother thing might be a bit harder for-"
Junghoon, or rather, my son, rushed forward and wraps his small arms around me. Smiling, I kneel down and hug him back, since, due to his height, he can only reach up to my waist.
"How old are you ?" I ask, once we breaks apart.
Junghoon holds up 8 fingers. "8. I'm a big boy now, umma ! I can ride a bike !" He grins at me before turning around and running up to Changmin. Changmin, who's still sitting on the bench with a dazed look, starts with a jolt as Junghoon climbs on to his lap.
"Appa, can you buy me an ice-cream ?"
Appa ?
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Sorry if it's too, um, lame.
And sorry for not updating long.
School is killing me slowly.
Really.
I'm not exaggerating.
xD.
ime --29 June 2009 at 7:36 a.m.
wow changmin has finally fallen in love lol
i'm looking forward the next chapter ^^
i hope u will have time to update sometimes even if u have school ^^
for me, i'm in holidays until september because i live in France and in europe, we have 2 months holidays in july and august before the year starts in september ^^ (it's different with Asia) and besides since i'm in my first year in university, i don't start uni until the 14th september, i think i'm lucky ^^
so good luch with ur studies and ur fanfic ^^
Reply: You live in FRANCE ?! Omigosh, wow.
azn14--29 June 2009 at 4:46 a.m.
wow... his plan actually worked ahah!
man, the father's minds work oddly ahhaha.
Changmin-ah, you're falling for me.
but im so dense not to realize it > <"
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Nyahaha, Changmin's too sweet!
Even for pretend! x]
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I hope you can update soon then! ^^
Reply: Updated :].
Er, sorry again.
Blame my school, not me.
YUS XD.
<3 Erika.