| Fan Fiction |
by <3 Jae
--FLASHBACK--
“JaeJoong oppa, I heard that you had a girlfriend two years ago. Could you please tell us something about it?”
DBSK was on the stage with an interviewer who was asking some questions. The audience replied with a boo, not because of the girlfriend thing, but because the interviewer was sticking his nose into other people’s private business. I looked at JaeJoong, who seemed extremely uncomfortable. Sensing this, Yunho stepped in and asked the person to proceed to the next question because JaeJoong’s private life is not supposed to be questioned about.
--END OF FLASHBACK--
“Oppa…”
I continued crying on my bed until I heard a knock on the door. I had barricaded myself in my room ever since I came back from the concert. I was expecting a high female voice to say “Dear…” like my mother always did, but instead, I heard my father’s voice, deep.
“Ahn Hae…”
I didn’t reply to him but felt him sat down on my bed on my right. After that, I felt his hand on my shoulder, as if comforting me.
“Ahn Hae…I’m sorry for treating you like that at dinner a couple of weeks back.”
It had been a couple of weeks like he said. He chose to apologise to me now? However, I wanted to listen to what he wanted to say.
“I know that you’re still in love with this JaeJoong guy…but I was trying to protect you even if you thought I was being mean because I don’t want my daughter growing up and still loving the same guy who cannot love her in return.”
“…but if this is the way that you want to live your life and you’re happy doing so, then I won’t interfere. I’ve interfered in your life enough. It’s time that you lived according to your will.”
I looked up from the bed and into my father’s eyes. He grabbed a tissue from nearby and gave it to me to wipe my tears. Subsequently, he walked out of the room.
“Thank you…” was all I could say.
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The next day, my mother called me downstairs as someone had called me.
“Hello?”
“Hello. Is this Bae Ahn Hae?”
“Yes…”
“Hello, you’ve been chosen to interview a band for your workshop activity as a band manager. Would you be interested?”
I chose my job for the future to be a band manager although I hated the media for revealing my relationship with JaeJoong; I hoped that I could make some changes…
“May I ask which band?”
“It’s the South Korean band, Dong Bang Shin Ki…”
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…
…
“Hello?”
“Oh, sorry…could I call you back later? I have to think about it…”
With the OK from the caller, they gave me the number so I could call back and I hung up. Band manager for Dong Bang Shin Ki…
Would JaeJoong recognise my face even though I had plastic surgery and changed my name? Why did Dong Bang Shin Ki need a band manager when they already had one from Korea? Fortunately, the caller had explained that the band needed a person that was both fluent in Korean and English. They had obviously done their research on this.
The next day, after much thought through the idea, I called the company again and confirmed that I wanted the job. It was my only chance to see JaeJoong again. She (it was a girl) told me that I only needed to be their band manager for the two weeks that they were in America. That was enough…I think.
On Wednesday morning, a car parked in front of my house and took me to DBSK’s hotel for their stay. I dragged my luggage upstairs and knocked on the door, waiting for the reply.
“Coming!”
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“Mother I have to tell you something…”
“What is it dear?”
“I’ve been chosen as a band manager.”
“Well, that’s wonderful! Who’s the lucky band?”
I paused for a while before I continued in a soft whisper.
“Dong Bang Shin Ki…”
My mother’s smile faded from her face and was replaced with a worried expression.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. She sighed.
“Well…this is your choice Ahn Hae. If you want to, me and your father won’t stop you but please think it over before you make your decision.”
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My mother was right; I needed to really think about it. My decision led me to the doorstep of the band. I could’ve run away there, without having to ring the bell.
…but I had…
I rang the bell which ensured…secured my place as the band manager for Dong Bang Shin Ki. It was too late to tell back. I had nowhere to run because there wasn’t enough time. There wasn’t enough time for me to rush to the elevator. The door was going to be answered.
For the two years, I haven’t forgotten their voices but this new voice was completely unknown to me…
It wasn’t new…
It certainly wasn’t unknown…
What I would find out about the voice would probably shock me…
Because at that moment, the door opened and there stood JaeJoong.
It was JaeJoong’s voice.
I thought I had remembered it…
I was wrong…
Shamed; shamed to have forgotten this wondrous voice that brought heaven to Earth…