DBSK Fanfiction5 Chapter Six

  Myung-Hee ran as fast as she could. When she got home, she slammed the door and ran to her room, ignoring her family's weird looks.  

  Her cellphone began to ring. Myung-Hee flipped it open to see who it was. Incoming call, Jaejoong. Myung-Hee threw her cellphone at the wall and put her head in a pillow.

  I hate you, she thought, thinking of Jaejoong's face. Tears welled up in her eyes. I hope you die. She closed her eyes and within seconds, she fell asleep.

  A few hours later, Myung-Hee felt someone shake her.

  "Ughhnn... leave me alone..."

  "Oh come on, just wake up."

  Myung-Hee's eyes snapped open. She recognized that voice. "Oppa, go away," she said.

  "Now tell me, why'd you run from me when you saw me with that girl?" Jaejoong asked softly.

  "I don't know, I thought you ditched me, you had me scared there..."

  "Then why do you hate me?"

  Myung-Hee sighed, annoyed. "Just leave me alone, Oppa. Go home. Go call that waitress."

  Jaejoong sat on the edge of her bed. "No. Why do you hate me?"

  "Why do you care?"

  Jaejoong sighed. "Myung-Hee ah..."

  "Shut up."

  Jaejoong walked over to wear Myung-Hee was lying. He kneeled right infront of her and stared into her eyes. "Are you jealous?"

  Myung-Hee tried to stick out her tongue, but instead she blushed. "N-no!" she stammered, blushing even more.

  Jaejoong smacked the bed. "I know now!" he smirked. "You're in love with me, aren't you? You were jealous because I was kissing that girl, and you wanted her to be you."

  "NO WAY!" Myung-Hee blushed madly.

  "Well, I'm flattered. It's only the first day, but you're already in love with me. What am I going to do with you?"

  "Nothing that's what!" Myung-Hee was angry. She pushed Jaejoong back. Jaejoong fell against the window, staring at Myung-Hee with surprised eyes. "Because I hate you!"

  "WHY do you hate me?!" Jaejoong demanded. "I want to know why!"

  "I don't know, okay?!" Myung-Hee snapped. "Stop yelling at me!"

  "What's going on in here?" Hae-Won demanded, breaking in the scene.

  Jaejoong grabbed his coat. "I was just about to leave," he muttered. He walked past Hae-Won and slammed the door.

  It was silent.

  "Myung-Hee ah, what did you do?"

  "I don't know."

  "Well you'd better fix it!" Hae-Won turned around and opened the door. Before she walked out, she said,"And what happened to your hair?"

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  Myung-Hee decided to apologize to Jaejoong in person. If Jaejoong won't help me, no one will. tried opening the gate, but the intercom came on.

  "Who's there?" they barked.

  "Myung-Hee."

  The person on the intercom snarled. "Go away. You're un-wanted."

  "Just let me in!" Myung-Hee replied.

  The gates opened, and Myung-Hee walked in. She ran up the steps and rang the doorbell.

  The door opened. "Myung-Hee ah?" it was Yoochun. He looked wary. "What are you doing here?"

  Myung-Hee was embarrassed to say that she wanted to apologise, so she just replied,"Could you finish my hair? One side's un-even."

  "Oh, yeah sure.." Yoochun led Myung-Hee to a room near the kitchen. "Oh, and Jaejoong Hyung's room is the last room on the left."

  "How'd you know..?"

  "Psh. I'll cut your hair later, after, okay? Just go apologise to him."

  Myung-Hee nodded and walked up the stairs slowly. Their house was normal, yet it felt so BIG. The steps creaked beneath her. It was quiet in their house. Too quiet.

  A boy in only boxers stepped out of one of the rooms. He looked at Myung-Hee, dazed, when he suddenly covered himself with his hands. "Holy-"

  "Ah, ah, I'm so sorry!" Myung-Hee covered her eyes. The boy chuckled.

  "No, no, it's okay, I was just startled to see some random girl standing there."

  Myung-Hee kept her eyes covered. The boy walked over to Myung-Hee and took her hands off her eyes.

  "Nice to meet you," Myung-Hee mumbled, shaking his hand.

  "I'm Shim Changmin," the boy said. He was extremely tall, Myung-Hee noticed. "And you are..?"

  "Park Myung-Hee," Myung-Hee replied. "You're tall. How old are you?"

  "13 going on 14," Changmin replied.

  Myung-Hee's eyes bugged out. "You're kidding me? I'm older than you."

  "Oh, nice to meet you then, noona," Changmin said, grinning.

  "Are you apart of Dong Bang Shin Ki too?"

  "Sure am. I guess you're not a fangirl, huh?" Changmin asked, showing no hint of dissapointment in his voice.

  "Uh... no. Hey, where's Jaejoong? I need to talk to him... make things right..."

  "OH MY GOD. ARE YOU HIS GIRLFRIEND?!?!?!?!?!?!" Changmin blurted out.

  Myung-Hee narrowed her eyes. "NO WAY! HE'S A TOTAL-"

  "Who keeps on screaming?!" a boy stepped out of one of the rooms. He was shorter than Changmin. He rubbed his eyes. "God, it's so annoying."

  "It was her." Changmin pointed directly at Myung-Hee. "Noona."

  The boy stared curiously at Myung-Hee. He leaned over to Changmin and whispered,"Psst. Why isn't she crying or jumping up and down?"

  "She's not a fan of us, apparently," Changmin whispered back.

  "So she's an anti-fan?!" the boy yelled in alarm. He made a kung-fu pose and glared fearfully at Myung-Hee. "I know Kung-fu! Hiiiya!"

  Myung-Hee stared at him as if he were crazy.

  "Okay, who are you?" the boy asked.

  "Park Myung-Hee. And you are...?"

  "Kim Junsu, member of Dong Bang Shin Ki. Are you an anti-fan?"

  Myung-Hee sighed. "No. Can I just go see Jaejoong Oppa now?"

  Junsu looked at Changmin in alarm. "ARE YOU HIS GIRLFRIEND?!"

  Myung-Hee screamed with annoyance. "NO, DAMN IT! GOD CAN YOU PEOPLE EVEN HEAR AROUND HERE!"

  She stomped directly to Jaejoong's room, and knocked on the door. "Oppa," she said softly. "Open up?"

  "Ughhn... go away.."

  "Oppa, seriously, I want to apologise."

  "Who cares? You hate me so just go away." Jaejoong sounded angry.

  "No, I'm not going until you open this door."

  "No."

  "Oh my God, can you just listen to me for a sec?!"

  "What is it then?!" Jaejoong seemed to be shouting.

  "I LOVE YOU!" Myung-Hee shouted. She covered her mouth, and reddened.

  Jaejoong unlocked the door and opened it. He raised his eyebrows. "You what?" he asked.

  Myung-Hee felt her shoulders droop. "I love you," she muttered.