| Fan Fiction |
by Isa
with a smile, as she playfully shoved her best
guyfriend out of the hammock he was sitting in, causing
him to fall down on the grass, as she took his spot.
"Yah. You want me to help you and you push me?" He
said, looking up at her from ground. She nodded, helping
him back up and they both sat down sideways on the
hammock. "What is it?" He asked, expecting the worst.
"Calm down oppa. I just need you to help me get with
Taeyang oppa." She explained. Jonghyun looked surprised
and his heart sank. "You want me to set you up
with TaeYang hyung?" He said, and she nodded.
"And how am I supposed to help you?'" He asked.
"He likes girls who don't have the native accent. You've
done voice therapy. Maybe you can help me." She explained.
"I don't know." He said. "Please oppa please!" She
begged. He was hurt, but nodded slowly, and she hugged
him. "Thanks oppa, I'll see you tomorrow!" She said.
He nodded.
Jonghyun and Jane sat on the couch in his livingroom,
going over speech exercises. "The rain in spain,
flows clearly through the Maine." She repeated, again
until she was able to get rid of her accent. He nodded.
"Good." He said and they went over the other exercises.
Weeks passed by, until she was finally able to
meet with TaeYang, and hide her accent. "Taeyang oppa."
She said, brightly as she met with him at the corner
bakery. "Jane? Your voice." he said, surprised.
"I had a little vocal training." She explained. He smiled.
And they arranged to go out that saturday, where she would
meet his parents at their socialite party.
She went home, excitedly, calling up Jonghyun.
"Oppa! I did it! Now, what do I wear?" She asked him.
"Uh, I wouldn't know. Yoobin nuna can help you I'll
call her over." He told her. "Thanks oppa you're the best!"
She said. "Yeah." He said softly, then hung up.
YooBin came over to her house, helping her pick out
an outfit. She chose a classy black shift dress,
and put her hair in a lose updo, and gave Jane, just
light natural makeup. She really didn't feel comfortable
in dresses and all that, but she really wanted to impress
TaeYang, although soemthing in her heart, kept telling
her it wasn't the right thing. She thanked YooBin
who smiled, leaving the room.
Jonghyun sat at a bar stool, in front of his
friend SeungHyun, who bar tended the place. "I just
don't understand what she sees in him you know?" He
said, sitting there dejected. "Jonghyun. Man up. Go
there and tell her how you feel." SeungHyun told him.
"How?" He asked. SeungHyun pulled out a waiter
uniform, handing it to him.
The next thing he knew, he was at the Dong
mansion, walking around, serving hourderves, when
he saw Jane come down the stairs, and his breath
was taken away. She smiled at Taeyang, who stood at the
foot of the stairs, and he introduced her to his
parents. "And my future wife possibly." Jonghyun heard
Taeyang, say and he dropped his tray with a crash,
causing everyone including, Jane, Taeyang and his
parents to glance at him. Jane's eyes widened.
"It's so hard to find good help these days." Mrs. DOng
said with a sigh and Jane became angry. Jonghyun looked
at all of them, flustered. "I'm sorry." He said,
bowing and picking up the hourderves and turned around
quickly leaving. "Yah!" Jane called to him, her accent
coming back as Taeyang's parents looked at her, appalled.
Jonghyun turned around. "You drop a tray and you're just
going to give up?" She said. She turned to Taeyang's
parents. "My name is Jane Kim, I'm not from a socialite
family, my mom is a homemaker, and my dad is a
stockbroker, and yes, I have a native accent from Gwangju."
She said, as their mouths gaped open. She slowly
started walking over to Jonghyun. "Are you sure you
want me? I'm not cultured. I mix up certain phrases.
I'd rather wear jeans and hoodies than dresses like
these." She said, finally standing in front of him.
He smiled at her. "I like you just the way you are."
He said genuinely and she smiled back, as he pulled towards
him, kissing her deeply, as Taeyang and his parents left
and the rest of the guests were shocked, but clapped
awkwardly.
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Isabel Santos Copyright 2009
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