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Tuesday, June 7, 2011

[FANFICTION] HIS DECEIVING LOOK - CHAPTER 2

YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!?


Hahaha... I should’ve listened to all of the advices telling me to stop drooling over Korean artists on the internet. I knew I should’ve listened to them now. But standing there, watching that man walking away with the child finally ticked my nerves. A kidnapper that looked just like...

“Park Yoochun?” I know I said that name out loud –loud enough to make that man flinch and stop walking away. He turns around, facing me. The child snuggles closely at the nape of his neck; his face portrays his confusion.

“You are... the TVXQ’s Park Yoochun right?” I force my legs to move my body closer to him.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” With that, once again he starts to leave.

“Then, are you kidnapping this kid?” There is no way I’ll let this ‘Yoochun’ walk away with that kid! He might be a kidnapper!

“What?! No! He’s my son!” He says as he hugs the boy possessively.

“Huh?” His son? Park Yoochun has a son?

Dear head, stop telling me that he’s Park Yoochun!

“What proof do you have to tell that this poor child is yours?” I won’t give up! That boy is too adorable to be kidnapped even by a Park Yoochun look-alike! After all, it is impossible for the ever-busy TVXQ member to move around alone without SM staff with them in any foreign country... But then again, I haven’t been updating information about them for 2 months –thanks to my boss!

“Can’t you see?” He points his eyes directly to the already dozing child in his arm.“If I’m not his dad, how on earth did I manage to make him feel safe?”

“Who knows, maybe you drugged him!” I said accusingly! Something looks and sounds fishy... Not only has he had Park Yoochun’s look, but also the exact same husky voice...

“Miss, thanks for your concern, but he is my son... Now if you’ll excuse me –“

“You are TVXQ –“and he cuts my word...

“Please... I’m in a lot of trouble because of that name. Let us go...” His eyes were pleading me.

I just stared at him... He looks so different, yet familiar. His wavy hair... black and shiny... passes just a bit of his broad shoulder. Soft bangs framing his clear porcelain face, marred by some ‘barely there’ facial hair on his chin and visibly on his upper lips. Obviously someone forgot to shave this morning. He’s tall... very tall... and wide... Huh? Wide? Oh, his shoulder and chest look wide. The black shirt and gray skinny jeans clung to his slender body perfectly... A designer’s sunglasses hung on the front of his shirt... The V-neck collar exposed his perfect neckline and clavicle... 

Okay, that neckline...

He is Park Yoochun! Any fan of his would’ve known! It’s too obvious! Too bad dude, you have a physique that people drooled over!

“What are you staring at?” He evidently felt offended.

“So you really are—“I was going to confirm it.

“Yes, now please—“Ah-ha! I knew I was not being delusional! And his English is perfect! Lol~

“What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be here aren’t you?—“

“Miss, just let us go... Please... the last thing I’m expecting here is the media. That’s why I choose to come here...”

His eyes… Oh his pleading eyes...

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Don’t you know how famous you are here in Malaysia? It is just as hectic as it is in Thailand!” I felt violated all of sudden... He didn’t know how many fans he has here even though TVXQ has held two concerts here? I know it’s stupid, but I am a bit disappointed! No wonder they don’t always mention about Malaysian fans in variety shows... Sigh...

“Wh...What?” he stuttered... Did I see a glint of panic in his eyes? Hehehe... I got you!

“If I scream up saying there’s a TVXQ member here, you are as good as dead! Fans, they’ll run down here real fast” I bet he notices my annoyance.

“No... Please no... Okay, listen... I am sorry, but I don’t have time for this... I need to go back to the hotel... Ayden’s hurt.” He reasoned out. I glance over his shoulder at the said child... So, his name is Ayden... He’s adorable! So I was right when my mind quickly noting the famous Park Yoochun’s cute face when I saw this boy at the very first moment. Ayden looks just like the man carrying him, just a lot younger and innocent...

“Fine... Anyway, it’s good to see you... And one more thing, my name is Elle. I’m your biggest fan in Malaysia! Bye!” I brushed away the dark bangs covering Ayden’s sleeping face as I look straight into Yoochun’s troubled face. I walk away feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks...

Lucky kid! Sleeping on Park Yoochun’s shoulder....Shut up pervert! Oh My God... I met him! Finally! Hah! Whoever said I have to go to Japan or Korea to meet them personally? I should’ve taken some pictures of him! Damn!

“Elle!”


Okay, who was that? Yoochun was it? And why does Petaling Street seems to be empty all of sudden? Oh, it’s going to rain any moment... I heard the sound of the thunder...

“Elle!” I turn around to face him.


“I’m in trouble... Can you help me?” I can sense the urgency in his voice...

Okay, is he a con-artist? Kidnapping kids, tricking young pretty girls... Duhh. I’m not pretty... Hehehe. Elle, be serious please!

“Yes?” I heard myself replying seriously.

“Actually... Someone robbed us on our way here. Look, I know this might seems stupid and unbelievable, but I lost everything...my money, my phone, my passport, my whole bag! That jerk took everything... I tried to chase him down, but I failed... I accidentally left Ayden while chasing that bastard down here... Can you help me? I don’t know anyone here...” Time seems to stop at that moment. The only thing that moves is the raindrops and Petaling Street’s customers.

Park Yoochun, his soft pleading desperate voice and eyes... I should have said no to him... I should have... I don’t know if I’ll ever regret my action later on... because within an hour time, I’m all drenched, wet, because I held my small umbrella to cover Ayden’s head instead of mine... Because it’s raining like it was never before in my whole 23 years old life... Because I am ignorant enough for not knowing where the hell their hotel is located, causing us to walk around like lost puppies. Because I let a stranger, a foreigner A.K.A tourist lead my way to the hotel, it was another reason for being lost... 

and because I’m crazy enough to nod my head to the hotelier that offer us towels to dry ourselves when we reached the hotel; when she asked me if that pitiful drench sexy male and cute child are my husband and son... I don’t know if I’ll ever regret this, but right now, I’m standing in a foreign exquisite hotel room...

What am I doing here? I’m supposed to do some window shopping, not saving some sorry ass! Well, in this case, some sorry cute asses... What is going on here? Why does everything seem to be blurry? What am I doing here again?

“Elle” My heart stops beating again. I blink my eyes several times. Too close... He is too close... I can feel his cold hands on both of my wet shoulders... I can almost count his eyelashes... Wow, so it’s true... He really did have curly eyelashes. He’s tall... Almost a head from my height… So it’s true that he’s over 6 feet tall... at almost 5 feet 7; I felt short. I shut my eyes, feeling sleepy all of sudden... Then I felt something warm on my right cheek...

to be continued...

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Hahaha! What is that warm thing on Elle's cheek? 

beta reader: Hainexazien



2 comments:

harapanku cita-cita kami said...

best.best.THE BEST!

please cpat2 update.kekeke

bass's mistress said...

oh hey cassie!!!
will update tonight ^^