| Fan Fiction |
by _niXIAH
A man went to the stage and took one microphone.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer said. “I’m WooBin and I’m here to tell you everything about the company and it’s sister company.” He said. [Tsk. I don’t have any names so I chose WooBin. Hahaha:)) BOF!:D]
“First of all, here is Mr. Lee Son-Wook, president of SonWan Company.” WooBin said. He handed the microphone to Mr. Lee and Mr. Lee took it.
“Good afternoon, everybody, I’m Son-Wook, president of SonWan Company, the company which held it’s inauguration today. About the company, it’s a company which sells modern styled dresses for women and men. I hope all of you will be helping me to make this company grow into a successful one. And for our sister company, here’s Mr. Kim SoonHye, president of Kyoto Company to tell a very important announcement to you.” he said. He gave the microphone to Mr. Kim and Mr. Kim took it as he stood up in front.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you all know me.” He started.
“Grandpa looks good with that suit, right?” you whispered to Junsu. You two were very close to each other. And Auntie Emily was still glaring at him.
“Yeah…” Junsu agreed looking cutely at you. He was still stunned by your beauty. But you were looking at your grandpa. KiBum was looking suspicious at Junsu. [A/N: Tsk. Why do they have to glare at Junsu?!]
“As you all know, I’m Kyoto Company’s president. About Kyoto Company and I know that all of you knows on what our company’s background so I won’t be talking much about it anymore. The reason why I’m here, on the stage, is to tell you something about the company’s future holder.” He said, looking at your direction.
You noticed it and your face suddenly became sad. “Hey, something wrong, my princess?” Junsu asked.
“Huh? Uhm, no… nothing.” You answered.
“Bummie, does he mean, ~~~~~?” MinHye asked, looking at you, whispering at KiBum.
“Yeah.” KiBum whispered back.
“Oh… can I ask something. Is that guy ~~~~~’s boyfriend?” she asked.
“I don’t think so…” KiBum lied.
MINHYE: http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/2970/1919183702f84c948351.jpg
“The future holder of Kyoto will be my granddaughter, ~~~~~.” He said, pointing at you. Everyone looked at you with smiles on their faces.
“Hey, you should stand up and go there.” Hyukjae whispered.
“Why should I?” you whispered back. Just then, you saw your auntie looking at you. You shivered so you stood up and went to the stage slowly. Junsu was looking at you, with so much proud and love.
“She’s my granddaughter, ~~~~~.” Mr. Kim introduced you. He gave you the microphone and you spoke few words.
“G-good afternoon to all of you.” you greeted shyly, you raised your right hand a bit and waved at them. They were smiling at you. You were really not good in front of many people. But you have to! “I-I’m Mr. Kim’s granddaughter, as he was saying earlier. Uhm, I’m happy to see all of you and… I’m happy that I’m being introduced by him as… [turns sad] as Kyoto’s future president.” You added a bit sad tone on the last words.
They all clapped. You smiled and walked behind your grandpa as he took the microphone from you.
***~~~~~… she’s sad.*** Junsu thought.
“She really doesn’t want to be Kyoto’s future president.” KiBum whispered to MinHye.
“Yeah… I see that.” She answered.
You went back to your sit, sad and quietly, you sited. Junsu held your hand secretly, he interlocked is right hand with your left hand behind the table covers. You looked at him and he smiled at you. You smiled at him, a little smile. KiBum was looking at you… he’s hurt. He knows you’re Junsu’s girlfriend now… and he can’t take it… but he has to. He has to learn it.
Mr. Kim went down from the stage and sat beside your auntie. She was still looking at Junsu who was already eating.
“Emily, ~~~~~ invited him?” Mr. Kim whispered.
“Yeah, she called EunHyuk to bring him here.” Emily replied.
“I see.” He answered and started eating.
“When are you going to tell her about sending her to America?” she whispered.
“As soon as possible.” He said. “And with Junsu.” He added.
“I see.” She said.