| Fan Fiction |
by angelynnnnn
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.
[End of Recap]
With a strong tug on my shirt, Jaejoong hyung has successfully pulled me onto the bed.
…that sounded so wrong.
The downside whenever Jaejoong hyung pulls someone onto the bed with him is that you’ll be his huggable object for as long as he stays asleep.
“Oo, wrong move there Changmin. You should have just sat there and read your book,”
“Junsu hyung,”
“Yes?”
I pulled out the frying pan from under the bed with my right hand, since the left side of my body is immobilized under Jaejoong hyung’s grip.
“Do you want to test the efficiency of this frying pan?”
“You can’t reach me,”
“I can aim,”
Junsu hyung went quiet and continued searching for his game controller.
“Hyung,”
Junsu hyung turned to me with a bewildered look on his face.
“I know where your game console is,”
“Where is it?”
Junsu hyung’s eyes had a flicker of happiness.
“Help me out from this mess first,”
“You could just tell me where it is and I’ll get it myself,”
“You’re not tall enough to retrieve it,”
“Again with the height comparison,”
“Do you want your controller or not?”
“Okay, okay,”
Junsu hyung duck-waddled his way to the bed and help to lift Jaejoong hyung’s hands off me carefully.
After he had successfully lifted Jaejoong hyung off me, I turned to lay on my side and rolled off the bed.
“Alright. Changmin, where’s my game controller?”
“Hyung, you won’t need it,”
Being smart for the first time, Junsu hyung turned back to see Jaejoong hyung’s hands gripping onto his shirt and right hand.
“You little schemer,”
“Junsu hyung, this is why you are my favourite hyung,”
“Of course, since I’ve sacrificed so much for you,”
“No, that’s not it. It’s because you’re very gullible,”
I laughed as Junsu hyung took a seat beside the bed, unwilling to lay beside Jaejoong hyung since there is a high possibility that he would become a pancake in a matter of a few minutes.
Jaejoong hyung started to grab and pull Junsu hyung’s hair, which Junsu hyung reacted to by trying to pull his hand of. Of course, all Junsu hyung did was to irritate Jaejoong hyung in his sleep, resulting in a kick at the side of his head.
I looked at the frying pan I held in my hand and this was when I felt sorry for bringing Junsu hyung into this mess.
“Hyung, you may need this,”
I walked towards him and stretched out the frying pan to Junsu hyung.
He smiled upon seeing what I offered him. So he knows what I am about to do?
“Thanks, Changmin ah, I knew you were not that cruel. Now, knock Jaejoong hyung into a deeper sleep,”
Okay, so he doesn’t know what I have in mind.
“Hyung, they always say that it’s better to suffer now than later,”
With that, my right hand went up and down onto Junsu hyung’s head.
The room is so quiet now, so peaceful. It was getting so boring that I thought I just saw a few oxygen molecules pass by my eyes.
“I shouldn’t have knocked Junsu hyung out,”
[Ri In’s POV]
“Is it too late to go back on my word?”
“Yes, cause we’re next in line,”
Yunho pulled me mercilessly to sit beside him. And of all the other 17 rows of seats, he had to choose the first row of seats.
“You’re going to die in the next ride,”
I said through clenched teeth.
“See if you can survive this ride first,”
He grinned as the ride started slowly.
“It’s going down, it’s going down!”
I screamed as I shut my eyes. Grabbing onto Yunho’s left arm, my fingers dug into his flesh. He’s lucky that the couple tee he chose was long-sleeved or his arms would have bled by now.
He seemed to be too engrossed in the ride that he was able to ignore the pain I was inflicting on him. Smiling from ear to ear, he raised both of his hands up, enjoying the thrill he was experiencing at the moment.
With both his hands up in the air, I had nothing else to grab. For a sense of security, I thought that by closing my eyes and blocking out all the screams would make me less scared.
Not caring whether it was dangerous to be in this position, I bent my head over to my laps and covered my ears tightly with my palms. Most of the screams wasn’t heard except for one annoying shout of joy – Jung Yunho.
Maybe it’s because I was getting dizzier with the roller coaster turning round and round, going through the loops of loops, but slowly, there was peace and quiet. Probably because Jung Yunho started vomiting.
I wanted to look up and see if he was alright, but I was too afraid to do so. The thought of opening my eyes to see the birds flying just above me was too frightening a thought. I felt myself leaning towards the right, slowly and gently, a blanket of security enveloped me.
After what seemed like centuries, the ride finally came to an end as I stumbled out from my seat.
“Yah, were you that scared?”
I turned towards the owner of that voice. If a person’s stare really burns, he would have been fried by now.
With a smug on his face, he stepped out of his seat slowly, both of his hands in the pockets. Remembering our agreement, my frown turned upside down as I strut towards his direction.
“What’s with the smirk?”
[Theodore’s POV]
“Micky, do you think that Ri In has forgotten about me?”
I sat on the edge of the bed, while Micky inspected the room, looking for what Yunho may have carelessly left behind.
“Ri In? She’s a Korean?”
“Her Chinese name is Li Yin, but she said that Ri In has a more sophisticated feel to it,”
“So Yunho hyung should have no problem communicating with her,”
He stated as he picked up the basin left on the dressing table.
“She learnt the Korean language when I went overseas to study, so it should be no problem for her to communicate with him,”
He nodded as he walked into the bathroom.
Aye, Ri In ah, where are you?
I sighed. Falling back onto the bed, I stretched both my hands out.
“Oops,”
While stretching my hands out, I have accidentally knocked over the dustbin that was placed beside the bed.
Placing the pieces of paper back into the bin, a message in Korean caught my eye.
“Micky ah!”
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Kay, so that whole plagiarism problem isnt settled yet.
(And I doubt it would, but hopefully it will :/)
But since I wrote this chapter before that issue started,
I might as well post it up. :]
Hmm, let's just hope that he/ she wakes up and stop copying my fanfic =="
Let’s assume that all these took place during their 4th album promotion ^^