| Fan Fiction |
by Tiggie
“Aww! What was that for?!” Kibum asked as he rubbed his arm. “For getting it wrong,” I said walking into the studio. “Getting what wrong? His name is Donghee right—” My hand cut him off.
“It’s Donghae. Not hee, hae. Got it?” He nodded and that was the end of that. We got changed and set to perform for ballet.
I was far from the body I had weeks ago. What can I say; Japan was really good to me. I mean really good. And I haven’t worked out since, well, since gym. So this won’t be pretty.
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“WHART ON EARTH HAVE YOU ALL BEEN DOING!?” Mr. La`Hay, our instructor, was about to lose it. Not one person in class knew what they were doing. It was like our first time taking ballet, everyone screwed up. Accept for Kibum, he’s always sucked.
“You’re out one extra week and you forget EVERYTHING!” He sighed into his hands. “I expected you, after four years, could remember SOMETHING,” he sighed, “I expected this form Kibum but not from ALL OF YOU??” See what I mean.
Yet, even with all the yelling I couldn’t get that cute little boy out of my head. His smile, his laugh, the way he held my hand—shoot! The thought won’t leave. I don’t talk much about it; the reason why I hate Sungmin…
His name is Lee Donghae. My first boyfriend. The loved Sungmin ruined; the very reason why I hate him with half my soul.
“Uh; Minjee…You’ve got that evil look again and I’m pretty sure your blood pressures up too…”
Kibum’s words knocked me back to the present. Yes, I have to remember blood pressure needs to stay down. I don’t want to kill myself form stress or anger directed to a certain pink furry freak, whose name is Sungmin, so I’ll calm down; cause I like living.
“Where’s Mr. La`Hay,” I asked looking around the studio. Kibum shook his head at me, “Didn’t you hear him yelling about how ungrateful we are to have him as a teacher and that now he needs a smoke? When you zone out you really do…I wish I had that skill,” he side sliding down the wall to sit next to me.
“…Will you ever start to listen to me?” I looked at my friend, “What are you talking about…?” Kibum waited to answer. “…If you just date me—”
“NO. Stop asking, it’s beginning to be a little weird.” He laughed, “So it wasn’t weird asking last night?” I elbowed him and got up. “We can change right,” I asked to student in charge. “I guess,” she said going back to the gossiping group of girls next to her. I took that as a yes and went to the locker room.
I wonder why Kibum keeps asking me that. I’ve never known Kibum to like me. Ever. The first time we met he said I had big eyes, I said he had big ears and we’ve been friends ever since. Crazy isn’t it?
“So, do you think I should still be taking this class,” Kibum asked when I came back. He’d gone to chance as well. Reading over the bulletin board, I sighed at my friend, “Ki sshi…This is advance ballet, what do you think?” He sighed sadly, “But I do like this class—,”he tired to sound genuine but wasn’t quite believable.
“Bum, seriously,” I said folding my arms, “the only reason you take this class is because you’re the only guy.” The smirk he was trying to hide told it all. “You should be ashamed.”
“But I get some of my best stories from the girls in here. They’re so…willing to talk.” I laughed, “More like they can’t help to tell you because of the smile of yours…such a pretty boy,” I muttered and tired to walk away but couldn’t due to the gentle but strong grip on my wrist.
“What was that—?”
“Nothing.” The answer came out faster than I would like but, that didn’t matter. Like Henry and his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches; Kibum HATES being called a pretty boy. His glared lingered a minute before letting me go. “Even if you are a girl—”
“I’ll still win if you fight me, Ki sshi,” we eyed each other. “…You’re taking marital arts after this, too?” “No way,” I waved off. That means a possible SECOND class with Sungmin. No thank you. “I have business.” Appa thought it best for me to keep my skills sharp, to be ready to take on any job in the family company. Kibum observed me momentarily before asking, “Do you like it?” I shrugged.
“It has its ups and downs, but it’s a good job for me…” His chuckle surprised me a little. “It’s the only job…,”
“I know.” What else can I say, I was born to be continue working in the family business, pushing all other pursuits to the side and making Ummas’ dream come true by marring her best friends son, whom I hate. What a wonderful path laid out for me. Hooray. The soft pat on my shoulder awoke me from my daze.
“Just know, that at the end of the day, it’s your choice,” he said giving me that award winning gaze of his.
Hmm…..
Ah, it’s good to have a friend like him.
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Clap, clap. “Okay, class, I think this was a very good first day and I look forward to working with you during the school year,” bell rings, “Good day,” my teacher finishes. I think this is the only class I’m not confronted by fan girls. Instead I get…
‘Minjee Noona, I hope we get to work together in the future!’ or ‘I really enjoyed sharing desk with you today, Minjee Noona.’ Or my favorite one, ‘I know I shouldn't ask but would you like to hang out sometime?’ I had no idea I was so popular! Would like to know when did this start?
“Maybe since it’s our last year, they want to make themselves seen,” Siwon commented as I closed my locker. “This IS their last chance…,” he shrugged.
Saying the last chance is so…final! It may be my last chance to end the school year with the love of my life as well, so I understand where they are coming from.
“I don’t have practice so I can drive you to work if you want?” he offered. Let me think, a 20 minute walk or an eight minute drive? “Sure.” I can always walk tomorrow.
“Your first day back at the office…should be interesting…” I took my eyes off the passing buildings. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing…just…Umma and her friends talk…a lot.” That has always been true. Wives do that, though. “As long as it has nothing to do with me, I don’t care—oh” It was a text from Jinae.
‘OMG U R GOING TO KILL JAEJOONG’
“What??”
“I didn’t say anything…”
“Not you! The text…I was thinking out loud.” Instead of waiting for her to continue I texted back.
‘What are you talking about?’
‘Its 2 much to write n 1 text, just call me later, K? Club meeting now.’
“So what’s that all about?” All I could do was shrug. It must be something about the mission, since Jaejoong said he’d help. If he’s ruined my chances with Kyuhyun; he’s a dead man walking.
“…Umm, if you haven’t noticed; the car is no longer moving.” Oh, yeah; work, almost forgot. “Thanks Siwon ah,” I said stepping out his car. He rolled his window down, “Your welcome and just remember from the bottom of my heart I love you and what Jaejoong Hyung dose is not my fault BYE,” he rapidly screamed before speeding off.
Now how am I supposed to be able to focus on my work? Agrh. Stupid mission!! But, there’s no time to dwell on that. Time to get to work.
Sigh.
Oh, who am I kidding! If Siwon’s Umma’s been talking, I don’t wanna know the truth. But do I have a choice?
We both no the answer to that…
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