| Fan Fiction |
by <3 Jae
I shoved a huge poster of Kim JaeJoong’s new look in front of my best friend’s (Jin Kae) face. My father is the boss of a huge printing company so I always get posters of JaeJoong printed out. I mean, how can anyone not? How can anyone resist his adoring look? His hot body in contrast to his extremely feminine face? The fact that he was named the world’ prettiest guy?
He’s just totally irresistible!
I twirled around on my tiptoes, spinning the poster with me until my friend stopped me by placing her hand on my head. I looked up from behind the poster, giggled and went off, spinning around with the poster again.
Hi! I’m Bae Su Ki and I’m 16 years old this year. Many friends think I’m related to the famous dancer, singer and model, Bae Seul Gi, but I’m not! My name just sounds like hers. My parents are both Korean but they were born in America. They moved here after my 1st birthday and I never returned to my home country since. I don’t really mind though. I mean, I’ve seen all those American celebrities and they are no where NEAR JaeJoong or the Korean stars.
I stopped twirling; my friend had just pinched my cheek, making me give her a confused look.
“Oh you’re so cute! If JaeJoong oppa ever meets you, I’m sure he would ask you to be his girlfriend STRAIGHT AWAY!”
I laughed and brushed her hand away.
As if.
I hated saying this but it was the truth…
“Oppa likes older women…”
It’s true; apparently JaeJoong liked older women. He said that they wouldn’t need as much protection as younger women. I sighed. I think my friend just popped my joy bubble. I rolled my poster and placed it in my bag, happiness gone. I swung my bag over my shoulders and walked into school, into class.
“Su Ki! I’m sorry!”
Why?
I know he likes older women.
I don’t have a chance with him.
Then why am I still holding on?
There’s got to be one answer…
Because I love him.
I know what you’re thinking: honey, it’s just pure teenage obsession; but I think otherwise…at least, I hope so.
At class, fifteen minutes into the lesson, I saw a piece of paper passed onto my table. It was a note from Jin Kae.
Su Ki,
I’m really sorry for bringing that up. I know how much you hate admitting it. Please don’t be mad at me.
Jin Kae.
I scribbled a note on the back and passed it back to her. I wasn’t mad; just…sad. Throughout the lesson, I didn’t really pay attention to what the teacher said. This was one of the classes that I could daydream in. The teacher didn’t really care what we did as long as we did the homework. Jin Kae was always copying notes for me; she’s such a good friend.
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The phone rang and I ran from my room to the living room to pick it up. Jin Kae was on the other side of the phone. Her dad is a famous news reporter and Jin Kae always gets information about Dong Bang Shin Ki from him so she could tell me. I never knew that this new piece of information was going to change my life, forever.
“Su Ki ah, you are going to kill when you hear this new piece of info.”
I pressed the phone closer to my ear, listening intently.
“I know where DBSK lives.”
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All these years, it has been really painful holding back my love for JaeJoong. I had longed to tell him somehow but never got the chance to.
But now…
It seems I have the chance that I needed to feel myself from the pain in my heart and confess my love to JaeJoong once and for all.
A single red rose
That was all that was needed to tell him my feelings.
I held the rose that had a small tag attached to it that said “To JaeJoong, with love from Bae Su Ki”. It probably might not mean anything to him, because he had probably had many girls send him roses, bunches of them in fact so my single rose might not even stand out to him.
I stepped out of the taxi and looked up at the apartment building. So this was where DBSK lived…
It was 8pm and the streetlights were on.
I stepped into the building and took the lift, my heart beating hard against my chest.
DING!
I stepped out of the elevator and looked. Which way should I go? In fact, I was so nervous that I didn’t realise that there was a huge gold plated sign that said 100-120 . I whacked myself on the head and turned left, DBSK’s number being 114.
The corridors looked freaky; the only lighting was the small lamps on the walls, small lamps.
114.
Well, here I am.
I wanted to knock but something held me back. Flashes of them on TV came to me. They had been extremely tired; the schedule had taken their toll.
Should I disturb them?
I pondered for a while, looking like an idiot standing in front of a door and not knocking.
In the end, I decided that I wouldn’t disturb them. They needed their sleep, even though it was only 8:00PM.
Oppa…
I didn’t know what do to, staring at the door. I had decided not to disturb them, but I longed for the pain in my heart to disappear.
What could I do?
My eyes wandered to the floor. The door.
Well…I could always leave it at the door, but chances are that someone might step on them when coming out. I closed my eyes and crouched down to the ground. Tears started pouring down my cheeks. I would never get to meet JaeJoong in person…
There, the rose in front of DBSK’s doorstep.
The door suddenly opened.
I slowly raised my head.
“Oppa…?”