| Fan Fiction |
by SleepiiDreamer
I know it was a weird way to deal with my problems, but that was a technique I use to make myself feel good. That way, I could get the matter out of my brain. When I felt down, I would always make myself feel good by putting on make-up. Would pretending that I’m beautiful make up for the rejection?
“Dinner!” Chang Min declared as I finished the touches on my look. Darn my irregular schedule. It was already eight and it means dinner for normal people and breakfast for Insomnia Cookie workers that have the night shift.
I told Chang Min I would be right there in a few minutes as I took a step back to observe myself in the mirror. I looked presentable, yet I still felt indifferent. Usually, making up myself would put me in a good mood, but…
“I said, DINNER!” Chang Min’s screeching voice interrupted my thoughts before I had the chance to head towards regression. “When I said dinner, it roughly translates to get your ass down here this moment! Right now!”
“I’m coming!” I said as I descended the stairs, rolling me eyes. Chang Min was only pissed off because Jae Joong required everyone to be at the table before dinner started. If it was up to Chang Min, he would be on this third bowl of rice before he calls me to dinner.
“Who do you think you’re trying to impress?” Chang Min wrinkled his nose as I came into the room.
I ignored him as I took a seat across from him at the dining table and grabbed my pair of chopsticks.
“No amount of make-up could cover up all that ugly, sis.” Chang Min said a matter-of-factly, wagging his index finger in front of my face.
He better shut up before I turn my pair of chopsticks into a dangerous weapon and gouge his mismatched eyes out.
“Shut up and eat your rice.” Jae Joong said as he came into the dining room with the dishes. Jae Joong was Chang Min’s savior. Chang Min should be kissing Jae Joong’s feet and thanking him for saving his life because one more comment and he would’ve been blinded for life. I was very close to hurling my chopsticks.
Chang Min rubbed his hands together, locked his target, and attacked—plunging his chopstick into the dish of vegetables.
Before he settled down for dinner himself, Jae Joong paused after he sat down on his chair. “Um, girl?” he said softly, looking at me with a meek expression that I could not place. I was in the process of trying to beat Chang Min to the biggest piece of chicken when he addressed me and my chopsticks hovered on top of the plate of food.
“Eh?” I looked at him, caught off-guard and wide-eyed. Just then, Chang Min swooped in and grabbed the drumstick off the plate. Curse him.
“Err…I’m going to meet up with them in a week. Can you accompany me?”
“Them? You mean…”
He nodded. “My…parents. Or… so called-parents. I don’t know what I should call them, actually.”
Chang Min, who was chewing merrily on the drumstick that was rightfully mine, dropped his jaw when he heard Jae Joong. I tried my best to avert my gaze from him, not wanting to see the unprocessed food that had yet to gone down Chang Min’s esophagus.
“Uhh… Yes. Sure. Of course I’ll go with you, Jae Joong,” I said after the recovered form the shock of Jae Joong’s request. Although I didn’t know what good I would do by accompanying him, I agreed.
Chang Min closed his mouth and using his chopstick, played with the rice in his bowl. “I could’ve gone with you…” he muttered lowly, but Jae Joong did not catch Chang Min’s words.
“Okay,” Jae Joong said with a big smile and clasping his hands together. “Let’s eat!”
“Let’s eat!” I repeated after him, though the phrase only concerns the two of us. Chang Min was already through his first bowl of rice.
As we continued to eat our dinner, I kept my eye on Jae Joong. He seemed normal as he chatted happily with Chang Min about his new photography project on wildlife. He consumed his meal heartily and drank gaily. Could it be that he was going to forgive his parents who have abandoned him for nearly two decades?
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After dinner, I was in my room, grabbing my wallet, cell phone, and iPod on my study table and transferring them over to my bag. “Okay, cell phone, iPod, wallet…” I said to myself, crossing off my mental list of thinks I bring to work. “Damn. What am I missing?” I stared blankly at my study table, racking my brain for answers.
“Keys, you dimwit.” a voice said from behind me and I jumped.
“What the hell?!” I cried, flailing my arms at Chang Min, who was sitting on Hyo Joo’s now-empty bed. “When did you come in?!”
“Long enough,” Chang Min said with a scoff. “You’re so stupidly oblivious.”
“Well excuse me,” I said as I grabbed my keys and stuffed them in my bag.
“Hey,” Chang Min said, using a slightly lighter tone as I scurried back and forth in my bedroom. I was always like this before I leave the house or when I get ready. I was always forgetful and I always managed to leave things behind.
“Hm?” I said, too busy to actually answer Chang Min in full sentences.
“You’re really going with Jae Joong to meet his parents?”
“Eh?” I said, caught off-guard by the question. That was so not a Chang Min-like question. “Well, yeah…he asked me, didn’t he? Should I have refused?” As I said this, I stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips and smacking my head—literally. I was missing something. I knew it, but I didn’t know what.
“Jae Joong hyung…he’s really dependent of you now, isn’t he? You two have gotten really close and formed a tight bond. I can tell. He usually doesn’t open up to people but he’s different with you.”
I paused. He’s different with you. I was like déjà vu; Hyo Joo had said the same thing. However, I laughed the comment off. “It’s because I’m your sister.” I insisted.
“Besides,” I continued, “He’s not dependent on me…it’s just that…all those times…I’ve happened to be there.” Then, I waved my hands, as if brushing off the subject.
“Either way, sis,” Chang Min continued. I wondered if he have even heard me or paid any attention to my words. “Jae Joong relies on you now. And I—I…just…don’t make me worry, okay?”
I turned to look at him. “Do I EVER make you worry?” I asked, causing him to scoff. Chang Min never was serious. He would hardly ever come in and have a ‘talk’ with me. What did he have up his sleeve now? That was the thing with Chang Min. I could never tell when he was serious or joking—partially because he was my brother and one never takes siblings seriously.
“Yah! I’m being serious.”
I rolled my eyes. “Chang Min…do you honestly think I really have the ability to ruin or even DAMAGE Jae Joong? My words can’t even penetrate his big ego, let alone hit him directly.” I said a matter-of-factly. Little did I know that I was wrong. Dead wrong. Eventually, I would ruin Jae Joong beyond recognition—with my own two hands.
“I really have to go.” I told Chang Min, still disturbed by the nagging sensation inside me that told me that I was missing something. However, I chose to ignore it. I patted Chang Min as I began to leave. “Nice talking to you Chang Min. You care so much about Jae Joong. I didn’t know you had a heart.”
He scowled at me but didn’t say a thing as I left the room. About thirty seconds later, I returned. I dashed back into the room. “Oh crap! My uniform!” I cried. THAT was what I forgot.
Chang Min laughed. “Dimwit.”
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I was looking down at my feet, deep in thought when I walked form the subway to Insomnia Cookies. It was a pretty windy night and I felt the cold air seep through my pea coat so I tugged on my jacket and fixed my scarf tightly around my neck.
Why did Chang Min say what he had said? What was he worried about? Not like Jae Joong and I were close or anything...
But then…my mind flashed back to that night under the Brooklyn Bridge. I had held him and cried over Jae Joong’s sorrow as if it was my own. Was our relationship strictly platonic? But then…something else interrupted my thoughts before I could continue further on.
I knew something was weird when Junsu was standing outside of Insomnia Cookies, obediently clad in uniform pink and surveying the streets of Soho nervously. He nibbled on his lower lip, as if anticipating something with dread. The expression on his face looked like a child who was waiting for his mother to show up and scold him for his wrong-doings and get it over with.
“Hey, Su!” I cried out and Junsu turned. When he saw me, fear momentarily flashed in his eyes, which disturbed me. What was Junsu up to?
He walked towards me, taking small, uneager steps. He looked like a sad puppy, his face scrunched up and his frame hunched in cowardice—like he was preparing himself for his scolding.
When he approached me, he bowed. Several times. “I am SO sorry. Mianhe. Gomen.” He even threw in Japanese. “I didn’t plan it! I know you’re not going to believe me when I said this, but I DID try to stop her—as soon as I found out! I told her it won’t work, but she INSISTED! Omo, you’re going to hurt me, are you? I know it—I’m going to die. I’m so young too! But listen, it’s not my fault; you would be killing the innocent. I—”
“What are you talking about, Su?” I asked, horrified by what I could comprehend. What could he have possibly gotten me into?
The door to Insomnia Cookies opened and Ri In peeked out with a gorgeous smile. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and she tilted her head to the side. “Junsu!” she called, her melodic voice carried across the street. When she saw us, her smiled widened even more—if that was possible.
“You’re here!” she squealed in excitement, referring to me. “Junsu! You were supposed to tell me when she’s here!”
Junsu looked at me and catching the expression I had on my face, glanced to the floor. “Sorry, Ri In.”
Ri In walked over to me and tugging me by my arms, she led me into the store. “Come,” she said, “there’s someone I would like you to meet.”
Shi—get out of here. My eyes widened and I turned around and glared at Junsu, who continuously mouthed ‘I’m sorry!’ with a helpless expression to me. Oh, he was so dead. So, so dead. Who the hell could Ri In possibly want me to meet?
I got my answer as Ri In dragged me into Insomnia Cookies. Inside, a guy was sitting down at one of the tables. His back was to us but he was wearing a suit and tie which I hoped that it was his work attire, not that he purposely dressed up for this.
At first, I thought he was Yoo Chun, due to the face that he was in a suit, but then I realized that he had short hair, so that possibility went out the window. He was tall, about a good head taller than me, and had a well built frame. He was muscular and had wide shoulders, I could tell from what he was wearing.
Ri In tapped the guy lightly on his left shoulder and he turned around to look up at the both of us. The guy was good-looking; very good looking. He had chiseled good looks and warm, brown eyes that crinkled when he smiled at Ri In and I. And then, he stood up. Heck, he was tall too. He definitely completed the qualifications of tall, dark, and handsome. Maybe it was my luck that I prettied myself up today so I could somewhat be presentable compared to him.
Ri In introduced us, smiling ecstatically. “This is Choi Siwon.” She said after she introduced me to him. “He’s my neighbor and we used to go to the same high school. He’s two years older than me. He graduated from Cornell with honors, majoring in Hotel Management. He’s actually working at a hotel now.”
Ri In could’ve written a biography with him and she would probably know more things about Choi Siwon than he did himself. He smiled modestly with the praises and nodded at me. Something told me that Ri In had set the both of us up and that this encounter was something that we had both not bargained for.
“Hello,” he said and nodded his head a little.
“Hi,” I said, nodding back.
“Actually, Junsu and I have a lot of cookies to make and we have a lot of stuff to take care of in the basement. You two talk for awhile; keep each other company, okay?” Ri In said as she grabbed Junsu and ducked under the counter to go to the back. Junsu gave me another apologetic look as I glared at him.
“Ah, Ri In—I’m on duty!” I cried out, hoping to get out of this sticky situation.
“It’s okay! I’ve got you covered! You owe me!”
You owe me. Did she mean, I owed her for her help in doing my job or I owed her for introducing me to Choi Siwon? I knew Ri In meant well, especially she had seen me break down about the Yoo Chun thing, but didn’t she understand? Just because Yoo Chun rejected me, that didn’t mean that I wanted to be match made.
Xiah Junsu! Why didn’t you stop her?!
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hmm
hope this chapter was enjoyable.
guys T___T am i losing readers? :[
aww. :T darns. please comment, lovely readers!
-sleepiidreamer tries to coax readers back-
oh and i've made a posterrr which is sorta ... different.
ahhaa its for my new story. well... not really.
i'm writing it, but i'm not sure if it will ever gets posted.
ahha that's the thing with my ffs. they have to compete with each other.
whichever is the best gets put on winglin & soompi. ahaha.
the others... rot in my laptop. i have like 10 rotting ath the moment. ahah :X
anyways. tell me what you guys think :]
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please comment guys!
comments = motivation :]
and god knows i need a lot x__x
lots of love,
SleepiiDreamer
OH. p.s.
i cut my hair.
(omo, totally irrelevant)
but now my head looks like a combo
of tiffany from snsd (well her old hair anyways)
and maki horikita. =.= lmao.
ok i'm so weird. idk why i'm even saying this :p
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