| Fan Fiction |
by SleepiiDreamer
“Perfectly logical,” Chang Min said a matter-of-factly, “He’s the guest.”
“What about your room?” I hissed, aggravated at my brother for even suggesting something so ludicrous. But I knew that my argument was in vain. You could barely see the floor in Chang Min’s room. He himself disappears into his room. There was no way that Jae Joong could fit in there, even with his tiny frame. This was seriously pissing me off.
“Look,” Chang Min said as he used the peanut buttered spoon to point at me. “He’s not going to be of a bother. He’s a gentleman, baby sis. He wouldn’t like twice at your body.” He eyed me up and down, a smirk forming on his face. Wait! What was that? Was it an insult?
“You dick—did you just call me flat chested?!” I cried, a little bit too loudly. Jae Joong, who was in the living room watching television turned to look at the two of us. He raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
“Um, do you want strawberry or grape jelly with your peanut butter, Jae?” Chang Min offered, as he held up the two jars of jam, trying to divert Jae Joong’s attention. “I would recommend the grape, but little miss princess here likes strawberries so we had to buy another jar.” Chang Min narrowed his eyes at me.
That jerk! The only reason we had two jars of jam was because Chang Min, the oddball, liked grape jelly for some apparent reason. (I don’t know why because it tasted like medicine to me.) The whole family liked strawberries anyways. Chang Min was so immature! Furious, I turned around and stomped out of the kitchen. It was useless trying to argue with him anyways.
I heard Chang Min said, “My sister…so immature isn’t she?” as I made my way up to my bedroom. As a matter of fact, I also heard Jae Joong chuckle. I ran into my bedroom and slammed the door—loud. Since I already had an “immature” image, why not just play along? Chang Min, that jerk—he always found a way to embarrass me; especially in front of a hot guy!
Don’t get me wrong. Kim Jae Joong was good looking—definitely a hot item. Put him in my school, he would have all the girls swooning over him. But at the same time, I wasn’t really attracted to him. Sure, he was nice and good looking—but I could easily find those qualities in any of the boys I know or just picking one off the subway. Somehow, his personality didn’t stand out. I guess, you could say that he didn’t leave a good first impression. To be honest, I’m not the kind of girl that would fall in love with a guy just because he was hot and good looking.
I jumped on my bed and screamed into my pillow. Freaking Chang Min. Why did he have to do this to me?! How can I lounge with a total stranger? A guy, as a matter of fact, who was in his early twenties? Whose hormones are raging! Didn’t Chang Min care for his baby sister’s safety?
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I had drifted off to sleep. I didn’t know how long I had slept, but it was for some time because when I woke up, night had fallen. The stars twinkled brightly in the sky and the moon shone brilliantly. I groaned as my tummy rumbled and my throat felt dry. I was so pissed off at Chang Min, I didn’t bother going down for dinner. ‘This sucks,’ I thought, ‘it really sucks.’ I hopped off my bed and hobbled down the stairs groggily in search for food.
I tottered into the kitchen in a dazed state of mind. I didn’t notice that there was a figure in the darkness and I shrieked in surprise when I realized that I wasn’t alone. Jae Joong quickly covered my mouth and muffled my scream. “Shh…everyone’s sleeping. You’ll wake them up.” He whispered into my ear and for some reason, it sent shivers down my spine. “You’re not going to scream again, are you?”
I looked at him with fright in my eyes. This guy—I didn’t even know how to begin to describe it. After Jae Joong made sure that I was completely silent, he let go of my mouth. “AHHH!” I cried again, just for the hell of it. I wanted to piss the guy off. I knew I was mad at Chang Min and I was just taking out my anger on Jae Joong but I couldn’t help it.
He covered my mouth again. “Are you crazy?!” He cried in a hushed tone, “I told you to be quiet!” He was breathing down my neck and I had to admit, I was having fun with teasing him—and not to mention the close proximity.
He let go again once more and I screamed once more. It was just too much fun watching his stunned expression. I was starting to like the game. “Hey, I’m SERIOUS!” He said, cupping his hand around my mouth once again.
I took my hand and yanked his arm off of me. “Who told you to sneak up on me?” I said, teasing him. “What the hell were you doing in the kitchen with the lights off?” My question was answered when I heard the growl of his stomach. Just on cue, my stomach rumbled along with his. I giggled.
Jae Joong looked at me sheepishly. “I guess…Chang Min’s peanut butter and strawberry jam just wasn’t that filling.”
I laughed. “You can say that again.” In one swift movement, I was by the cabinet and I yanked the small wooden door open. “Up for some ramen?”
In ten minutes, we had two steaming hot cups of ramen in front of us. “Dig in!” Jae Joong declared and instantaneously, we grabbed our chopsticks and started slurping. In between bites, I glanced at Jae Joong who was once my target of jests. I could think of a thousand insults off the bat for him, especially since during our first encounter, I had mistaken him for a girl. But then again, I didn’t feel like bantering him after all. He had proved to be of good company and I was rather glad for his presence. God knows that Chang Min would never do this with me.
When we were done, we emptied out the remaining soup (surprisingly, we both don’t like the taste of the soup base) in the sink and took turns shooting it into the garbage bin—our ‘basket.’
“Oh my gosh,” I said with a small giggle, “I am SO full.” I glanced at the clock. It said 3:05 A.M. and added, “I think it’s a crime to eat this late. Chang Min told me that I would get fat very easily that way.”
“Well then, we would have more to love.” Jae Joong said with a chuckle and glanced at me, “Chang Min is a jerk. Don’t listen to him.”
I laughed. “Well I sure don’t need you to tell me to figure that out.” I said, “Maybe it’s just the whole sibling love/hate relationship we have for each other. It’s like we wake up trying our best to make each other’s lives a living hell.”
“I wish I had a sibling,” Jae Joong said, “I’m an only child and it gets boring sometimes.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” I said with a small smile. I was starting to like Jae Joong more and more. He was…interesting; definitely a character. I was surprised that he was actually a friend of my brother. Their personalities totally contrasted.
Before I knew it, a camera-phone was shoved in front of my face and I heard the faint sound of a ‘click’ as it captured my stunned expression.
“Haha, I like this one.” Jae Joong said, observing the picture. I, on the other hand, was still recovering from shock. Eyeing his phone, I tried to make a grab for it.
“Nuh-uh-uh,” Jae Joong said, shielding his phone with his body and I gasped as the phone slipped out of my reach. “No way, girl. You’re not getting your hands on my phone. I’m keeping that picture.”
“What?! No! C’mon, at least let me see how I look like!” I protested, still trying to grab the phone, but with no avail. “Jae Joong!”
“Nope!”
It went on like that for several minutes until I finally gave up. I crossed him arms and let out a defeated sigh. Jae Joong gave me a triumphant grin. “Do you like taking weird pictures of people and then use them for blackmail?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
“I just love taking pictures, period.” Jae Joong said, his brown eyes sparkling and his grin widened. “I love capturing a priceless moment. I like the idea of stealing a moment in time and preserving it. That’s why I’m here in New York in the first place. I’m here to expand my horizons and complete my portfolio for entrance into New York University to major in photography.”
“And you’re using… your camera phone to make your portfolio?”
“You don’t need an expensive camera to capture a beautiful moment.” Jae Joong said and thrust his phone in my face. “Here, look at this picture. It’s my favorite one.”
Skeptical, I took a look at the small screen of his Samsung cell phone. It was a picture of a street artist around her early twenties. She had beautiful hazel eyes, a prominent nose and full, red lips and was wearing a pea coat topped with a knit beanie. She was biting her lip as she made the finishing touch to her painting. She was very much engaged in her art that she probably had no idea that she had been snapped. Her eyes were brimming with passion as she painted and I was surprised that I could decipher that all in just one glance. Was that the doing of a spectacular photograph? “Wow,” I said, amazed and speechless by the photo.
“Great, huh?” Jae Joong said, glancing at the picture himself. “I took this the last time I was here in New York. I saw the artist in Central Park. It just…inspired me, the look in her eyes. I could see that she was really passionate about art just by watching her paint.”
“Yeah,” I agreed in amazement and nodded.
“That’s why I’m back—to build my portfolio in New York. This city is just…so much. Everything’s happening here. I want to capture something really beautiful in this city.”
“The woman’s very beautiful.”
Jae Joong grinned at me. “She is,” he agreed, “but I’m looking for more. She’s beautiful, but I’m looking for a kind of beauty that radiates from the inside out. That, my friend, would just complete any picture—inner beauty.”
I bit my lip and nodded, for I didn’t want to dampen Jae Joong’s hopes. How could he find true beauty in such a tarnished, corrupted world? I wanted to believe that there was such a thing—that there was inner beauty, love, and a greater meaning in life. But the truth was we might never find that in our lifetime. I just couldn’t bear to break it to him. He seemed so determined—so confident that he would find it. I wouldn’t want to bring him down with my cynicism.
“Oh!” A cry came from Jae Joong and I looked up abruptly.
“What? What is it?” I asked.
Jae Joong showed me the screen of his phone. It said 3:33 A.M.
“Make a wish.” He whispered into my ear huskily and I nodded. I squeezed my eyes shut and clasped my hands together, then lowered my head to make a wish. I wished that Jae Joong would find the ‘inner beauty’ he was searching for and that he would make it into NYU and become a world-famous photographer. I wished for Jae Joong’s happiness and I had to admit that it was probably the most selfless wish I had ever made. But then again, I never really made many wishes.
I was elated, happy to be sharing this moment with Jae Joong until, that is, a certain noise brought me down. It was the soft reverberation of a ‘click’ that indicated that Jae Joong had indeed snapped another candid picture of me. “Hey! Give me your phone!” I demanded as I reached for his phone again, but of course, I wasn’t able to get my hands on that darn thing.
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haha another chapter.
;o i'm on a rollll.
this is probably the ff with the most levity .___.
i hardly write happy fanfics. :P
i enjoy writing this.
but i'm not sure if it will have a happy ending or not
please comment, readers =)
it would make sleepiidreamer very happy.
:]
lots of love,
SleepiiDreamer