| Fan Fiction |
by angelynnnnn
He turned to me when he saw the reflection in the mirror. Like a teenager shy to face her puppy love, I immediately turned away and walked into the changing room, taking along all the clothes he threw at me earlier.
Jang Ri In, don’t let your imagination run wild and get your hopes up only to be crushed completely by your disappointment like the last time. He is after all Jung Yunho, he has a huge responsibility.
Don’t be selfish, he has many fans to be split up among with, he doesn’t have time for you. Remember Jang Ri In, the both of you will be bidding farewell in 3 days, don’t grow too attached to him or you’ll regret your decision to dismiss all the consequences.
[End of Recap]
I closed the door behind me and peeled off the first top from the hanger. My eyes widened when I saw how hideous he mixed-and-matched the outfit for me.
“Jung Yunho! What is wrong with your fashion sense?!”
“My fashion sense is decided by seeing who is the one wearing the clothes,”
I unlocked the door and pushed it open only to have it forcefully closed.
“Jung Yunho! What are you doing?”
“I’m not letting you out until you wear those clothes,”
“They’re a hideous combination,”
Although that was what I thought, I changed into it anyway. In any way, I still have the rest of the day to fool Yunho when we are at the Amusement Park.
After putting on the clothes, I looked into the mirror in the dressing room. I couldn’t believe that I am actually donned in such a weird outfit yet I am not the least bit angry. I eyed my reflection from head to toe.
I had a pink scarf wrapped around my neck, and a blue shawl draped over my shoulders. Below the shawl was an oversized jacket, green with silver stars. Underneath was a yellow dress with white flowers printed on it, reaching to a few fingers above my knees.
As for the bottom half of my body, I had on a pair of three-quarter pants - brown with white stripes. Although the pants were not loose, Yunho had thrown in a gold belt, sparkling under the light. What was even more absurd was that he even gave me stockings, not a pair at that; one black and the other was beige.
Congratulations Jang Ri In, you are now promoted to Senior Clown and also awarded the most ridiculous-looking Clown in the History of Clowns.
“Are you done yet? I’m eager to look at my masterpiece,”
I can already imagine that victorious smirk he was wearing on his face when he picked out these clothes and accessories.
I unlocked the door, embarrassed to open it fully. I left Yunho to open the door for himself and heard his muffled laughter.
“Dummy ah, you look perfect in this set of clothes,”
I looked up slowly at him as he flashed me a big smile. He took his handphone out and pressed a button.
“Yah, are you taking photos?”
I stretched my hands out and tried to snatch his phone away from him. He moved a step back in defence. I didn’t follow suit as I knew that there were other customers in the shop since I heard the bell ringing a couple of times while I was in the dressing room.
“Ah,”
Yunho smiled to himself.
“Ah what?”
“Ah this,”
He pointed at me, from top to toe, indicating that my clothes were the ‘this’ he was referring to.
“You dare not step out of the cubicle since there are other people in the shop,”
“Says who?”
“Says the Charismatic One,”
He continued taking pictures of me in my horribly mixed-and-matched outfit yet I could do nothing to stop him since he was standing a good distance away from me and my hand wasn’t long enough to reach him.
“Yah, stop taking photos,”
“I’ll have to take enough photos so that I’ll be able to show Jaejoong and the other members how I’ve successfully made a dummy transform into my puppet, doing whatever I tell her to,”
“Your puppet?!”
“Uh-huh, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me,”
“Who says so?”
I was ready to charge out and “attack” him but he had to remind me something.
“If I were the one wearing clothes like rags, I wouldn’t come out,”
I stopped and closed my eyes, calming myself down. I’ll have my fun when we’re at the Amusement Park.
“You’re my puppet, my slave, Mirotic,”
He started dancing around, enjoying himself.
“Your slave?”
“My slave,”
U-Know Yunho is going to hit rock-bottom as of this instance. I send my utmost sincere apologies to all his fans since he will be dying in my hands.
“Yah! Yah! Yah!”
He shouted at me constantly but that didn’t stop me from using his head as an uplift to snatch the phone from his hand.
“Yah! Stop trying to climb onto my head, literally!”
“Blame not me for being short but your hands for being long,”
I was already on the process of grabbing his hair, and almost pulling them out too.
“My hair!”
Yunho dropped his hands down and passed me the phone while he fixed his hair.
“And I’ll delete –,”
As Yunho was frantically fixing his hair, I heard mumbles and whispers all around us. I turned my gaze to the people who were in the shop.
“There are so many people staring at us,”
“Not ‘us’, ‘you’,”
“Omo,”
I quickly turned around and tried to get back into the dressing room to change out of the clothes.
Tried to.
But my plan was obstructed since the “Charismatic One” held onto my hand and pulled me back to stand beside him. He put on the cap to cover his ruffled hair and waved to the people who were staring at us.
He placed his left hand over my shoulders and pulled my close to him. Smiling, he shouted out to everybody in broken Chinese.
“女朋友, 我的,”
Girlfriend? Did he just tell them that I was his girlfriend?
Everyone smiled in reply and they continued with their own things.
I pushed his hand off my shoulder and took a big stride backwards into the dressing room. Shutting the door close, I felt something drop over my head.
“Put those on,”
“Is this another clown outfit?”
“No, it’s the perfect outfit for someone as perfect as you,”
He changed 180 degrees. This is what I dislike about him. He leaves me guessing all the time. Getting my hopes up and then crushing them again.
“Now, can you give me back my handphone?”
Oh, so this was why he was talking so glibly. Trust myself to fall for one of his tricks again.
“Catch,”
I threw his handphone over the door and changed into the clothes he gave me. A simple white tee with a picture of a female stick figure, holding a string stretched across horizontally to the right side of the shirt and a pair of black skinnies.
When I stepped out of the cubicle and saw Sir Mr Jung Yunho, I had the temptation to strangle him.
What was on him was a white tee with a picture of a male stick figure, holding onto a heart-shaped balloon attached to a string stretched across to the left side of the shirt and also a pair of black skinnies.
Did he just pick out a pair of couple tees for us to wear? With even matching skinnies?!