| Fan Fiction |
by dbskgirl4ever
my love from sang doo drama
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Jaejoong sped off in his motorcycle. He stopped at the Hankang River. Jaejoong parked his motorcycle and went in the grass. He screamed his furious emotions out towards the river. Breathless, Jaejoong sat in the grass and stared out at the dark water.
*There’s not one thing in my life that is right. Shit.*
“Jaejoong oppa!” a distant voice called. “Jaejoong oppa?”
*Am I hearing things or is that really…?* Jaejoong turned his head to see you running towards him. His eyes widened and he stared at you in disbelief.
You slowed down as you neared him. You huffed, trying to catch your breath. “Gosh… oppa. I called you so much. Didn’t you hear me?”
“How did you know where I was? Are you some sort of stalker or secret agent?! Did you plant a chip on me?” Jaejoong scanned his body.
“Silly oppa. I just had a feeling you’d be here.” You sat next to him.
Jaejoong took a deep breath and looked back at the river. “So… are you ready to go back?” you sweetly asked.
“No.” Jaejoong shook his head. “Heck I might not even go back home. At least not tonight.”
“Don’t do that, oppa.” You lightly elbowed him. “Mr. Lee will be worried about you.”
“No he won’t.” he stated.
You sighed, “Well someone at home will. I know I will.” Jaejoong glanced at you, “Aren’t you going to ask me why my dad and I fought?”
You shook your head, “If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”
Jaejoong was silent for a minute then he said, “It always bothered me. I’m the oldest of the 5 of us and I had to go through so many marriages. I had to see my dad with other women. And those women had to have other sons. My dad’s attention would always stop at the last son. He forgot about me except when I did something wrong. On top of all this, I had to see my own mother walk out of my life. Shit. I don’t know what I did in my past life to deserve such shitty parents. I was never cared for. Never paid attention to… Never loved.” He swallowed hard.
Your face softened. You hated to see Jaejoong this weak and sad. And you were pretty sure this was the first time that the Cold Prince had opened up to anyone. To cheer him up, you stood up, “Should I sing you a song?” Jaejoong gazed at you with curiosity and interest. You started singing and adorably dancing to the song “Luv Luv”.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q04zTpPhM28 (that's the song u sang)
Your expressions were filled with cuteness.
Jaejoong laughed then his lips curved into a genuine, happy smile. He forgot about his troubles for the moment. Jaejoong watched you dance and sing around. His expression softened and he carefully listened to the lyrics.
You were oblivious to the fact that it was a love song and how you wanted and needed the boy’s love.
Jaejoong gazed at you with a soft smile *This girl is definitely something special.*
You were done and you cheered, “Yay! Clap, oppa!” You took his wrists and slapped his hands together, “I deserve applause for singing and dancing in public. I don’t do that just for anyone.” You sat down and thoughtfully looked up at the starry sky, “In fact I never have.” You shrugged and smiled.
Jaejoong also chuckled.
“So… want to go home now?” you asked.
“I’m not going home.” Jaejoong said.
“Aw, come on, oppa. It doesn’t matter what you do the whole day but you have to sleep at home. Home is for sleeping if not for anything else.” You explained.
“You didn’t sleep at home the other day. You slept over at the stupid island with stupid Yunho.” Jaejoong bitterly muttered.
You meekly shrugged with a guilty smile, “Yeah, but I had no choice.”
“My dad will kick me out.” Jaejoong pointed out.
“No he won’t.” you argued.
“Yes, he will. You don’t know him very well.” Jaejoong narrowed his eyes.
“Come on. At least try to go in.” you suggested.
“And if it doesn’t work out, can I sneak into your room and sleep with you tonight?” Jaejoong smirked.
You good-naturedly laughed, “Sure. Why not?”
Jaejoong grinned, “Deal. Let’s go home.” He stood up and held out his hand.
You took it and he pulled you up.
The two of you headed towards his motorcycle.
Jaejoong had only one helmet. He put it on your head.
“But you’re the one who’s driving.” You protested. Jaejoong shrugged and got on his motorcycle.
You hopped on behind him.
Jaejoong started the engine and sped off.
You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head into his back to keep the cold wind from blasting your face off.
Jaejoong smiled. You felt nice and warm cuddled against his back.
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