| Fan Fiction |
by LYTT
"Stop doing that!" Yoochun yelled.
"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING!" I yelled back.
"STOP FUSSING WITH YOUR HAIR!"
"I'M NOT!"
We were fighting... again.
My crazy mother thought it would be a good idea if Yoochun stayed with me for the rest of the day... and NIGHT!
She’s lucky that I don’t plan to kill him.
Instead, I'll make voodoo dolls and have some other people who hate him play with it.
Saves me the hassle.
"My mum's so stupid. She actually thinks if you stay here we'll become closer." I said.
He shrugged.
"Does this not bother you ?!" I yelled, a little shocked.
"Not as much as it bothers you. It's not like we have any say in this, our parents decided this for us. You might as well accept it." He said, while reading a magazine.
I looked at him, "You are one strange person. I can't believe you're okay with marrying your enemy."
"We're enemies? Oh. I thought we were just friends who didn't like each other very much." He laughed.
I shook my head, "No, that wasn't funny."
He stopped laughing and kept reading.
"What about that Yunho? He's your boyfriend, isn't he?" Yoochun said.
"Yeah, what about him?"
"I can't imagine how a sweet guy like him actually, likes you." Yoochun shook his head.
"Whatever. Now, what about Yunho?"
"What's going to happen to your relationship when we get married?" He asked.
"Nothing. It's going to stay the same." I replied.
"How? You can't cheat on me."
"I won't."
"Then how will the relationship stay the same?" He asked, getting very confused now.
"Ugh, your stupidity is getting on my nerves. I'll say this slow and clear for your undersized brain to comprehend. Yunho and I... are... not going to break-up. Want to know why, Yoochun? Because... you... and I... are... not... going... to... get... married! YAYYYYY!!" I began clapping my hands.
"Yes we are. Our parents sa--"
"Our parents can't make us do anything we don't want to do. Especially you. You're 18 now; you can live on your own and live your own life. Your mom can't tell you who to marry. And I know you don't want to marry me!"
He took this into thought.
"You're right..." He got up and walked towards the window.
"Of course I am! I'm alwa—Wait a minute, did you just agree with me?!" I yelled, startled by his response.
"Yes, I did. I don't have to marry you. I could go downstairs now and tell my parents that we're not getting married." He said, walking towards the door.
"Ok... so go ahead."
He turned around, "But I won't."