| Fan Fiction |
by nom d'écran .
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"You." Eunjung said, lowering her gaze on their feet. She pointed at herself. "Me." Jonghyun looked up at her. "What are your thoughts on that?"
Jonghyun practically snorted. Was she kidding with this? What was going through her mind? Was she really out of it? "What are you talking about?" he asked her, oblivious to what she was trying to do. "There's no you or me being put together." He can feel her tense up and for some reason, he suddenly felt as if he should have chosen much more wiser words than that. "Now, if that's all your trying to say to me today, then let me get through I have somewhere I need to go to."
She didn't do anything but her presence let alone stopped him. For some reason, he just couldn't leave her like that. So instead of being fully heartless, he turned to face her back. "Yah. Tae Eunjung." He called her name. "Is that all you're going to tell me or is there something on your mind?"
She turned around. Her dreamy smile has vanished to his surprise. She looked .. indifferent. "You." she breathed. Her grin was placed back again but this time, it wasn't through comfort. It was out of what Jonghyun could read as ... fake. "It's because of you."
"Me?" he asked. What could he have possibly done? "What did I ever do to you?" He could feel his cheeks heat up as he realized that 'what did I ever do to you' was not the most proper question to ask her, seeing that they did it.
"I love you."
Her words echoed through his mind and ears. Not knowing how to respond to that, he turned to his heel and walked away from her.
"You."
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Thoughts succumbed and lingered on Jonghyun's train of thoughts as he dribbled the basketball mindlessly for about an hour or so non stop now after his practice was over. The rest of his team mates has gone off their whereabouts. He, however, remained at the outdoor gym outside his school and refrained from going anywhere else.
It's been a good month since that night bloomed into something Jonghyun did not regret, but did know know his reasons for his actions. Been 3 weeks since he had that encounter with her. Eunjung, knowing that he had none interest over British literature whatsoever, did all their project alone. Surprisingly, his uncle Jaejoong (who happened to be their teacher at the subject), bought the act and thought Jonghyun did least the poster and rest of visual aide. To him however, it was Eunjung's way of avoiding him. During class, she rarely spoke up her mind to no one else but Jaejoong and the times he would ask questions that no one would ever think of.
Usually, the class would always laugh and snicker on what she had to say but when Jonghyun sits there and thinks deeply of her humongous use of vocabulary and words, everything that came out of her mouth was not to the verge of insanity. They actually made sense. How death would imply to everyone, how love would make any one flutter at it's touch .. How the world didn't stop spinning when one got hurt.
Everything she said could be put to good use.
He never saw her after school, after class, during lunch and even study hall for the matter while she helped up in the guidance office. During class, he was never expected to sit in the back even though Jaejoong never put up with assigned seats. Still, the reason why he always sat on back was because Jaejoong knew Jonghyun was never willing to pay attention to his class. It was him after all that picked it for his schedule, purposely putting him in class. The sky would have to fall and Jaejoong would have to be able to pick out the sun with bare hands to watch his nephew sit up front.
But even so, after class when the bell rang, Jonghyun never seems to be able to catch up to Eunjung. Once he would set foot outside the doors, she would be swiftly drowned the the seas of people trying to get by and pass through him to get to their designations.
He dribbled the ball once more and sighed loudly. He stood up from the metal bleachers and walked towards the exit, footsteps echoing through the whole gym.
He had everything in the palm of his hands. He was popular. He was a baller, a football jock, a stud. Every word in the book, he's been probably called. He was the nephew of the greatest english teacher that has ever set foot on their school. He was the 'coolest' senior anyone would ever meet. He was the 'coolest', overall.
Eunjung wasn't anyone special either. Her beauty was remarkable once you took the time to actually look at her, yes, he had to admit that was true. But she was not certainly the most fairest of all. She wasn't the sexiest, never showing a glint of her skin. Of course she has occasionally but it wasn't as if it was directly like the other girls did around the place. She never really had a boyfriend, let alone have any experiences with anything (till that night of course).
But for the past week, she's been gone out of school. Rumors has it that she's suffered a great deal of pneumonia and the nurse has confirmed it that she was terribly sick and is staying at home under a tutor that kept her updated on the work she had to make up for. Jonghyun couldn't help but feel that tinge of relief that he didn't have to worry about bumping into her or saying to her what he actually wants to say, whatever those words came out to be. But then a part of him wished that he could muster up enough courage to visit her. It was the least he could do.
But he couldn't get himself to get together and get a grip. Instead, he stuck himself with his daily routine and constructed his mind not to think about her. He was alright. He was fine. At least he wasn't the one sick right? She just wasn't normal to intact it in the first place. She was the opposite of him and he knew that for a fact, no words can even explain and describe it. He had a great contradicting and heaving grunts about it inside his head but he knew that they'd have to be put to rest because it just wouldn't operate with the two of them. It wouldn't work.
He had everything that was true .. But why was he asking for more?
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"Where have you been?" Jaejoong's scolding started now. Jonghyun rolled his eyes and he pulled his sneakers off, entering the house. "It's 10 past and you know the rules of curfew under this roof."
He blew out a puff of frustration, looking at him reluctantly. In a mocking tone, he put up a face and mimicked, "No going out the house when the clock strikes at 9." he finished. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know."
"Then where have you been?"
He smirked. "Practice."
"Liar."
He shrugged. "Not partially. I really was at practice."
It was a wonder how Jaejoong always had patience for Jonghyun. Not everyone had that little inability and Jonghyun had to admit that he deserved more credit for that than the usual he noted with him. "Then where did you go after practice?" he drilled him.
He sat down the couch. "I stayed there to think."
"And what on Earth would you possibly worry about?" He stayed still and a moment of awkward silence fell over the both of them. The two passed an understanding that only the two of them understood. He was having problems and there was thoughts such as what he was thinking right now that was bothering him. Jaejoong sat across from him on the matching furniture. "And must this be about a girl named Tae Eunjung?"
He jerked his eyes away from him and refused to look at him. 'How the hell did he know?,' he thought. 'Has he been stalking me again!?' "No." he flatly denied.
"Liar." He called him that again, second time around. Jonghyun squirmed under his glare. "Do you honestly think I don't know you as well as you think I do?" he asked him.
"You don't know a thing about me." he hissed under his breath, voice much more ragged than he thought it would come out to be.
On cue, Jaejoong folded his legs and set both hands on his knees, those types of poses those rich business men did on movies when they were all business talk. "Of course I do." he finally said after much anticipation. "How won't I when I'm your very own blood?"
"You're my uncle."
"You may like to think so."
With those words, Jonghyun could feel his hands stiffen. They were balled into fists so tight that his knuckles has practically turned into a shade of white. "What are you talking about?" he whispered haughtily.
"Your my very own blood ... and flesh."
Jonghyun roared in anger. "That's impossible!" He growled, throat suddenly feeling tight. "You can't be, it can't be! You're my uncle!"
"You've been thought so all your life but have you not ever thought otherwise?"
He shook his head. "You can't be! You're mom's brother!"
"Do you have solid proof?" He stopped, astonished. He was right. He never once met any of their relatives. Grandma, grandpa, siblings, cousins .. anything .. nothing. All he knew was that Jaejoong was his uncle .. and that's it. Their birth certificates .. His mom had a different last name just because it was Korean tradition that the wife did not take her husband's surname. Her last name has been 'Jeong' instead of 'Kim'. He thought that it was normal and never has he doubted any ingenuity of it. He glanced up at Jaejoong and a cold placid smile took over his face. It wasn't the emotions he was feeling and yet that was what he chose to give him.
"You can't be." He insisted, breath getting caught by his heartbeat. "You told me my father was a fool .. You told me he was an asshole that broke Mom's heart .. You told me."
"You're as foolish as I was back then Jonghyun. How shameful is it that I see myself right through you."
"What are you talking about?" he demanded.
Jaejoong shook his head. "How would I know that you're father was an asshole?" he asked his ownself too. "Because that man was once me."
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Jonghyun's world was spinning on it's axis and he didn't know what to do. He's been running for as long as he can remember and he was been trying his best to recollect his thoughts and memories. Jaejoong never lifted a hand on him and not once has he raised his voice over him even if he did something stupid. All these years, he described his dad as an alcoholic drunk during highschool and college. That his mom has been crazy in love with him too much to even realize what scrunity she's been placed under.
She was so in love with him that she didn't even realize that she was already dying because of him.
They were two different men ..
How can they be the same man at the very end?
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He stared, unbelievably, at the doors of the once house of Tae Eunjung. 'For sale' the sign read. The house was dark, like one of those horror houses one would see in the movies. He was certain that it was the house of Eunjung. He was just here a month ago .. He was here that night. Each step he took lived up to the moments of where he wanted her to call him back, to invite him back inside the house ..
Where was Eunjung though?
A small voice sang inside a sad tune of sorrow as he realized that Eunjung has not been in school not because she was sick .. But because she has already moved away.
'You.' She can remember her voice. 'You .. you .. you.' After their night together, she's never called him Jonghyun. Just 'you'. Why, it remained a mystery.
After all, how can he figure out the answers when the one that asked the question has left?
How could he have been so stupid, so idiotic? The price here wasn't just being in the football team nor was it winning their basketball games. It wasn't the fact that he was going to be popular, wasn't the fact that he was going to be known by every girl. It was much more important than those, much more value than everything else ..
But he's lost it.
She was gone.
"You." he breathed.
It might have become his favorite word of all unique words out there.
Simply, you.
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Jonghyun lived. Jaejoong confessed to him everything that he needed to know. That he lied to him for all these years for fear of rejection from his very own son. That everything else he told him was true. Everything that was left for him to know, he told him and Jonghyun couldn't be more grateful to that.
After college, he graduated with a degree under literature. Surprisingly, he was a British literature teacher, the subject that he detested the most. He lived under a roof with a happy family, his wife and his upcoming child.
Maybe he was underestimated by his good looks. Football captain, basketball captain, the most popular boy in his generation and one of the most god looking guys who ever strode the halls of his school. It was for fact that Jonghyun was close to the word perfect in many ways.
If only he didn't let go of the most important price his hands could ever get in contact with.
FIN.
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Next up in line: Nichkhun Horvejkul (about time, LMFAO)
/HEEZYOO7 -- REWRITE OF 'LIVE FAST, DIE PRETTY'.
toodles, herlyn.
( 17OCTOBER 2OO9 ; 3.01 PM )