| Fan Fiction |
by angelynnnnn
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?!
[End of Recap]
“I haven’t tried wearing couple outfits before. You’re lucky,”
“Right, I’m extremely lucky,”
“Let’s go, we’ve spent almost 2 hours in here,”
“All because of your supposedly great fashion sense that made me spend an hour in and out of the dressing room,”
“I had a good laugh,”
He said, dragging me to the counter and out of the shop, leaving the clothes we wore in the changing rooms.
[Yunho’s POV]
As soon as my feet touched the ground, I felt the urge to run everywhere as I wish.
As soon as I breathed in the air, I felt so free, not feeling tied down to any responsibility.
As soon as I heard the exhilarated screams of the children playing happily…
I realised that Jang Ri In was noisier than all of them combined.
“Yah, why are you just standing here? Go on in!”
The ever-so annoying Jang Ri In shouted and pushed me pass the entrance gate.
“Hmm, which ride should we go on first?”
She said, her hand on her chin, thinking deeply. As if! What can this dummy with a peanut-sized brain think of anyway?
“Stop calling me a dummy,”
“Eh?”
Did she hear me? That can’t be, I don’t say my thoughts out loud.
“Stop calling me a dummy. I know 3 languages, I’m actually very smart,”
“Why are you so random?”
She turned to me and shrugged.
“I just thought I’d tell you this before you call me a dummy once more. I’m smart, aren’t I? Now give me some money as a reward,”
I shook my head and passed her some notes.
She smiled to mark her victory and made her way to the Cotton Candy Booth. I just stood there, shaking my head and waited for her. It wasn’t long before she skipped happily towards me and it took an even shorter time for her face to greet the ground.
“Ah!”
Apparently, Miss Smarty-pants landed on her toes instead of her foot and that gave her a chance to say “Hi” to the ground of which she was mercilessly skipping on. God knows how heavy she is.
I laughed at her silliness. She proved herself wrong shortly after she claimed to be smart. She sat up and cleaned her hands before whining at the loss of her Cotton Candy, not caring about the stares other people were giving her.
With both my hands in my pocket, I acted as though I didn’t know her and stood there kicking imaginary stones with my right foot. It would be easier for strangers to not know that I was acquainted to the Smart One if I didn’t pick out matching tees for us to wear.
“Yah! Jung Yunho! Help me up if you’re a gentleman!”
Aish, this dummy. She just shouted my name out loud. Thank goodness we’re in a place where nobody understands what she is talking about.
I sucked air through clenched teeth, making an airy slithering sound and walked coolly towards “Big Brain on Floor”.
Not that I am bragging, but I am the real smart one, coming up with so many new nicknames for her. Jung Yunho, you’re really great. All these nicknames are even better than Dummy!
Alright, for once, I agree with Ri In that I am too obsessed with myself. Then again, who wouldn’t be obsessed with me?
“Are you just going to stand there making weird faces or are you going to help me up?”
“Is there a third option?”
She looked up at me and frowned.
“Yes, there is a third option,”
She smiled and I think I just saw a purple aura surrounding her. Purple – the colour of the witch. That probably gave me the signal to run away, but maybe she was just too scary that my legs became weak.
“Wait for me stand up,”
She dragged her last word as I stood there foolishly, waiting for her to complete her sentence.
“…and see what happens when I get my hands on you!”
“Yah! Yah! Yah!”
The continuous shouting didn’t stop her from chasing me. Instead, it just brought more attention to us.
“Stop running if you’re a man!”
“I’m not a man!”
I feebly denied my gender and ran even faster. I stopped abruptly when I saw the huge, majestic ride on the poster in front of me.
“Yah!”
The self-acclaimed Smart One stopped a few steps behind me, hands on her knees, panting.
“I told you to stop running if you’re a man,”
“I was a female for that few seconds,”
“What are you staring at?”
She stood up and walked to stand beside me.
“Don’t tell me you want to ride this thing,”
“I don’t want to ride this, I need to ride it,”
I grabbed hold of her hand and ran towards the queue for that ride – the Roller Coaster.
“Yah! I don’t want to ride this thing!”
“Like me, you have to ride it!”
She held onto the railings and refused to let go. Leaving me with no choice, I scooped her off the ground as she kicked and moved around in my arms.
“Stay still,”
Surprisingly, she stopped moving. I put her down and walked towards to the queue while she just stood there stubbornly, unwilling to walk away from her position.
“What does Princess Pout need now to turn that frown upside down?”
“If I ride this, will you ride any rides I ask you to later on?”
“Sure, I’m not afraid of any rides,”
“I’ll hold you to your word,”
“Let’s go before the line gets longer,”
[Changmin’s POV]
“Junsu hyung, what is taking Yoochun hyung so long?”
“I’m not sure, maybe he’s taking his time to know Thedoor better,”
“The door? Why would Yoochun hyung bond with the –, ah. It’s The-o-dore,”
Junsu hyung’s pronunciation is really bad, his dolphin voice doesn’t make it any better either.
“Isn’t it the same?”
“They will be the same if Theodore is made of wood and doesn’t cry in pain when you knock on him with your knuckles,”
I put down my book and walked towards the bed to check on Jaejoong hyung.
“Hyung,”
I shook him a couple of times and he turned, facing the ceiling, revealing his sleeping face. Yoochun hyung must have knocked him too hard on the head with the frying pan.
Oh well, back to my book.
Wait, I can’t move. Someone’s pulling me back.
“Yunho ah…”
Theodore is lucky, but the bad luck is now on me.
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I'm updating more often now :D
I was suddenly motivated to quickly write this story
so I can post a new fanfic :D
thanks a lot to those silent readers to finally commented :]
hope that you all will continue commenting ^^
ah, ive thought about posting it on soompi too,
but im kinda worried the response wouldnt be too good :/
if only there's some kind of survey/ poll
for me to find out how many would be interested in this story, LOL :]