Fan Fiction |
by YukLing
The next several days I did not see Fung. He had called and said he’d take me to the studio, but I told him that it wasn’t necessary since I knew his schedule was also busy. The truth – I didn’t want Fung to see me like this. More and more I find myself very unstable and the last thing I want to do is let my emotion rule over me. And I certainly do not want to do anything foolish that would ruin our relationship. It’s better this way that we see less of each other for the time being.
At the studio, the days passed by quite successfully as we were able to get our work done. Bosco has been a great sport and I was glad to be working with him. I found his company amusing and cheerful – which was a good relief as it lets me focus mainly on my work throughout the day without time to ponder.
“Hey is everything OK…I mean with you and Fung?”, asked Bosco as we were sitting in the lounge waiting for our costume fitting.
“Everything is fine. Why do you ask?”
“You guys weren’t in the happiest mood the other night.”
“Hehehe…we’re fine, Bosco. Thanks for asking.” I replied as I picked up the nearest magazine on the table to read.
“OK good good. I’m glad to hear that.”
I started to flip through the pages in the magazine and came upon a couple of articles and photos about Fung’s new series and MTV video. My heart sank as I saw his picture with Rain. So the series he was filming was with Rain again. He never told me that, but then again I never asked him about it.
“Qian…let’s go.”
I looked up to see that Bosco and several costume designers were waiting for me, and so I hurriedly put down the magazine and followed them into the dressing room.
The ladies started chit-chatting with each other in Cantonese as they busily taking our measurements. They must have thought I didn’t completely understand what they were saying when they commented on my small size and height. I also heard the name “Lam Fung” being mentioned several time but I couldn’t understanding their conversation fully.
Bosco must have seen me looking at the ladies curiously and quickly said something to them which caused them to discontinue talking for the remaining time.
As we walked out together after our costume fitting, I asked Bosco what did the ladies say in there, Bosco replied “I just told them that it was rude to be speaking Cantonese in front of you especially when you cannot understand the language.”
“Hehe..that’s very kind of you, Bosco. Thank You.” I said and gave him an appreciative smile.
We were talking and walking casually in the hallway when we looked up to see Fung standing by the exit door.
Bosco whispered lowly to my ears and said “Uh oh, looks like a cue for me to go.”
I just laughed at his remark and nodded.
Bosco: “Hey, what’s up Fung?”
Fung replied with a monotone voice: “Not much.” Turning to me, Fung asked “Are you done for the day?”
I nodded.
”Good, then let’s go. Later Bosco.” Fung said and put his arm around me shoulder leading me to the exit door. Before I even had a chance to turn around to wave good bye to Bosco, we were already out the door and into the parking lot.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To a place we can spend some time together………alone.”
I glanced over from my seat, looked at Fung and asked, “Fung….I’m kinda tired. Do you mind if you could just take me back to the hotel?”
Fung gripped onto the driving wheel tightly then replied “You didn’t seem tired 5 minutes ago as you were talking and laughing with Bosco in the hallway.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing – is Fung jealous of Bosco? I can’t believe he’s being absolutely ridiculous over nothing. If anyone here has reason to be jealous – it’s me.
“Well I am tired now. And you don’t seem to be in such a good mood yourself so there’s no point in us going anywhere.”
Fung took a deep breath and exhaled. “Qian, what’s happening to us? We haven’t seen each other for over a month now, and now that we are together – you don’t seem like you even want to see me. I know you’ve been avoiding me these past few days.”
“I’m not avoiding you, Fung.” I lied. “I’m just not very much myself lately and I just don’t want to take it out on you.” I said.
“Are you sure it isn’t because of Bosco?” asked Fung.
I turned and gave him an angry glare. How dare he even bring up Bosco’s name in this conversation?
“This has nothing to do with Bosco! How could you even suggest such a stupid thing!” I yelled.
“You’re right. I’m sorry for that comment. Bosco is my friend. I shouldn’t be saying those things. I guess ……I was just jealous that you seem to enjoy spending more time with him than with me lately.”
I was still too upset to reply back to him and only remained silent.
Seeing that I have refused to talk to him, Fung said “OK, I’ll take you back to the hotel then.”
We drove back to the hotel in silence. I’m so angry at us right now. This is not how it was supposed to be. When I flew down here I wasn’t mad at him, as a matter of fact – I’ve missed him so much and had made many plans for us to spend our time together. Yet, ever since the night I saw him and Rain together I couldn’t get rid of my suspicion of them. I’ve let myself get so caught up in my own jealousy and suspicion of them that I did purposely avoid Fung since I’ve been here. Rethinking about Fung’s jealousy of Bosco, it made me wonder if I was too being ridiculously stupid for being jealous of Rain. In a way, I think we’ve both been stupid in our own jealousy and have let this come between us.
I only have several more days before I have to fly back to China, and I certainly did not want for us to waste our time on our own stupidity and pride.
“We’re here. Do you want me to walk you in or just drop you off?”, Fung asked.
I looked up and realized that we’ve arrived at my hotel. OK Qian, just forget about your pride and act back to normal if you want to make up with Fung, I told myself.
I turned to look at Fung then bit onto my bottom lips as I said “I’m kinda hungry. Can we go out to eat?”
Fung looked at me suspiciously before asking “Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”
I turned away and looked outside the window before replying “I don’t know, it depends if you feed me fully or not.”
Fung reached over and placed his arm over the shoulder of my seat and said “So if I take you to eat, then I’m forgiven for my stupid remarks earlier?”
As turned away from the window and was about to reply, he said “Don’t answer, I already know. Thanks Qian.” Then he popped a quick kiss on my lips before returning back to his side of the car. I couldn’t help but smiled quietly to myself as he drove us to the restaurant.