| Fan Fiction |
by SleepiiDreamer
It wasn’t before long when I woke up. I would say it was approximately an hour when I heard Chang Min’s irritating voice. “Wake upppp!” He said and I felt him push me. “Wake upppp, yo!”
“Shut up!” I cried and threw the covers over my head stubbornly. I wanted my sleep. It was probably five in the freaking morning and that would tally up my hours of sleep to…an hour and a half! “It’s freaking Saturday! Let me have some peace and quiet please, Chang Min? Heaven knows that I don’t get enough of that with you around.”
“Oh, I am so insulted.” Chang Min said in monotone, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You promised that you’ll bring Jae Joong around, eh? Don’t back down on your end of the deal.”
“Wait, what?!” I cried as I sat up in bed. Chang Min was sitting on my computer chair, eyeing me in my semi-awake state. He poked me with his foot again.
“You know what I’m talking about,” he said, “Don’t play dumb. You took that hundred-dollar bill, okay? So you better do what I say.”
Damn Mr. Benjamin Franklin. This was so not worth it…so not. If I wasn’t so broke and desperate for money, I wouldn’t even put myself in such a situation. “But—my haircut—and, and…I have a birthday party to attend today!” And that reminded me, I didn’t get the birthday girl a present yet. I was so screwed.
“Look, I don’t care,” he said, looking at his wrist watch, “I have to go. When Jae wakes up, you’re bringing him to Manhattan. You’re going sightseeing, walk through Central Park, and get him a dirty water dog— the whole nine yards.”
I groaned. So that meant I have to reserve my whole Saturday afternoon for all the annoying touristy stuff. “Wait!” I cried as Chang Min was halfway out the door. He turned to look at me, a questioning look on his face. “Where the hell are you going at four in the morning?”
A smirk spread across his face. “Well, I’m going on a date, baby sis. Your big brother is going to watch the sunrise with his new girlfriend!” Chang Min replied with a silly grin on his face and I swore that I heard a little squeal from him.
I wrinkled my nose in disgust. The poor girl really was willing to be his girlfriend? ‘Poor soul,’ I thought and concluded that I would definitely pray for the girl, even though I’m not religious. She needed it that much. She must be a pretty amazing girl to be able to deal with my brother.
As soon as Chang Min left my bedroom, my head hit the pillow in exasperation. I let out a sigh. It wasn’t like I didn’t like Jae Joong. He’s nice and all. But then again, my whole Saturday afternoon…gone. Just like that. I felt like weeping. I buried my face in my pillow and tried to find the good in the situation. At least Jae Joong and I got along. He was nice and funny; WAY better than Chang Min, my sorry excuse of a brother. ‘It might be fun,’ I thought, trying my best to convince myself. Before long, I drifted off to sleep again.
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“He has a date again?!” Jae Joong cried as we walked down the block towards the bus stop. It was twelve in the afternoon and we had just gotten up and hour ago. In an hour, we were showered, dressed up and all ready to go. It wasn’t until we were out the door when we realized we were matching. We were both wearing a simple t-shirt with black skinny jeans. And surprisingly, we were both wearing green. Jae Joong’s shirt was a darker color than my lime-green shirt, however.
I wrinkled my nose. What was that supposed to mean? “What are you implying, Jae Joong?” I asked, crossing my arms, “Are you saying that you don’t want to spend the afternoon with me? I can’t be THAT boring.”
“No, no!” said Jae Joong abruptly, shaking his head, “It’s just that—dang. There’s a girl that’s willing to go out with Chang Min?”
I couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. At long last! Someone who understood what I meant! Nevertheless, when I finished laughing at his comeback, I smacked him lightly on the chest. “I know that was a cover-up, Jae Joong.” I said but I had a smile plastered on my face, “But it was a good one.”
“Phew,” Jae Joong said and pretended to wipe beads of sweat off his forehead. I laughed again. Jae Joong was really good company and I definitely enjoy being his company. He was carefree and laid-back; very easy to be around.
I saw the bus coming from a distance so I turned around and told Jae Joong, “Next stop, Central Park,” with a grin. Unexpectedly, I was starting to get the hang of being the tour guide and I was enjoying showing Jae Joong around. I enjoyed watching his face lit up when he saw something that caught his attention and then watch him take out this cell phone to snap a picture of it. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to escape the lightening lenses of his camera and before I knew it, there were some more shots of me stored on his phone.
The bus stopped in front of us and we got on the bus, me first, followed by Jae Joong. As we dipped our metro card in the machine’s slot, I was surprised to see a familiar face. He was still as beautiful as I remembered him to be and his lips curled up into the same smile when I first saw him, Micky Park Yoo Chun.
“H-hi,” I surprisingly stuttered. Why was it that I was so intimidated by him? What was this hold he had on me? “U-um. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
I looked up at Jae Joong, who was standing beside me, hoping that he would be able to get me out of awkward situation, but before I could catch his eye, Yoo Chun said, “Neither was I.”
“Oh, um, I’m showing Jae Joong around the city,” I said, “What about you?”
“I work near Columbus Circle. I’m going on my lunch break.” Yoo Chun explained, and he tilted his head to the side to get a better look at Jae Joong. “Where are you from, Jae Joong?”
“Seoul,” Jae Joong replied nonchalantly, pocketing his hands, not even bothering to look Yoo Chun in the eyes. Instead, he looked outside the window and watched bikers, runner and pedestrians pass by.
Yoo Chun nodded. “So you’re South Korean. So am I.”
Jae Joong only shrugged. “Cool,” he said casually. I was surprise though. Jae Joong was so warm and friendly to me; why was he so indifferent towards Yoo Chun? How could he change attitudes so fast? It was at one moment, he was the affable and affectionate Jae Joong and the next moment, he was cold and apathetic. Such attitude from Jae Joong was foreign to me.
I was going to say something to Jae Joong when Yoo Chun called my name. I turned towards him, “Yes?”
“I thought you said he wasn’t your boyfriend?” Yoo Chun said, nodding towards Jae Joong’s direction and I immediately turned crimson. I knew he was talking about how Jae Joong and I matched. If Yoo Chun thought that, probably everyone else thought that too! I should’ve changed when I found out. I really should’ve. Now everyone would be mistaken.
“No, no. I am single,” I said with a small chuckle, and I saw Jae Joong scrunch up his face from the corner of my eye. “It’s just by coincidence that we matched today. No biggie.” It was official. I was definitely a dork.
“Hey, what if we ar—” Jae Joong’s sentence was cut short when the bus driver slammed his feet on the brake and the inertia brought us forward. Our bodies jerked forward and Jae Joong grabbed my hand and yanked me back up before I fell flat on the floor of the bus. However, my phone slipped out of my pocket and fell onto the floor, as did Yoo Chun’s.
Yoo Chun hurriedly picked up his phone and so did I.
“Well, this is my stop,” Yoo Chun said as he pocketed his phone, “I will see you some other time. Hopefully.”
I heard Jae Joong scoff behind me as I nodded and placed my phone in my bag and zipped it. “Nice to see you again, Yoo Chun,” I said nodding, ignoring Jae Joong.
Yoo Chun nodded, bid farewell politely, and exited the bus through the back door. Once he was gone, I let go of my breath. I was astounded because I wasn’t aware that I was holding my breath to begin with. Why was it that the man had such an effect on me? Why was it that I see him in the weirdest places? He had a weird effect on me and I wasn’t sure if I could describe it. It was unfamiliar to me and I was baffled. I wanted answers. I wondered how long it would take for my questions to be answered though.
Our stop was next and as I descended the stairs of the city transit bus, I looked around feverously. I was turning my head so fast that my ponytail nearly whipped Jae Joong in the face.
“What are you looking for?” Jae Joong asked, using his hands to shield his face unless my ponytail would really whip him.
“A stand,” I said bluntly as I exited the bus and looked around once again. Where was it? There used to be a lot of old woman sitting around with a stand. They were all over Central Park, selling their goods and jewelry. How was it that whenever you didn’t need something, they were all around and once you were looking for it, you couldn’t find it? I groaned in frustration.
“Why are you looking for a stand?” Jae Joong asked, trailing behind me as I made a decision to go left in search for my stand. He was back to the same easygoing and jovial Jae Joong I knew him to be. Such mood swings from a guy were strange to me. What was he, bi-polar? Why was he so cold to Yoo Chun and so sociable around me?
It was a frank question so I decided it was best to give him an honest answer. I turned around to face him and said with a straight face that betrayed no emotions, “Why am I looking for a stand? It’s because I need to buy a shirt.”
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woo~ updated!!
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SleepiiDreamer