FANFICTION: Saranghaeyo
Chapter One
Today, I woke up all excited. The sky was blue and the sun shone brightly through the sheer lace curtains to reflect my happiness. Even the birds outside my window couldn’t contain themselves and they sang loudly, infected by the happiness that was radiating through me.
Today, oppa was coming.
I stretched my body languidly and threw off my bed covers. I swung my legs over the side of my bed I slipped my feet into my slippers.
Ah, today would be so busy. I had to hurry. I stripped off the bed sheets and dumped them in the wicker laundry basket, replacing the linen with freshly scented expensive silk ones. I opened the windows to let in fresh air and waved at the neighbour who was down in the street, getting in her car and going off to work.
Looking at the clock I realised that morning market would open in half an hour. I had to hurry. I run into my bathroom and proceeded to jump about, trying to run the bath, brush my teeth and undress at the same time.
Twenty minutes later I was out the door in my little denim shorts and sandals, a cookie stuck in between my teeth as I tied my hair in a topknot. As I stepped out of the elevator into the grand foyer, the ever nice doorman greeted me with my bicycle.
It had been a gift from oppa. An expensive one, with its quilted leather seat and handlebars, sleek lines and conveniently placed wicker basket and saddlebags to carry my shopping. It is my little darling and I like to travel with as much as I can.
Why not a car you might ask. Because I am afraid of driving, I do not know why, but the thought chills me to my bones. And also because I gave my chauffeur the day off. ^^
I wheeled my bike out of my apartment building and got on pedalling in the direction of the market. I had brought along my music player and hummed along as ‘Butterfly’ played through my earphones, the summer sun warming the skin of my arms.
Butterfly is my favourite song, because my oppa calls me his Butterfly. The day he found me, he says, I was lying in the freshly fallen winter snow and a pair of butterflies had been resting in my hair which was really weird because butterfly cocoons usually hatch in the spring. He says it was the only colour to be seen for miles except for my dark hair and rosy lips.
Oppa can be really romantic when he talks^^. But he never lies to me. He played this song and said that was how he feels every time he sees me. So I listen to it faithfully. It represents oppa’s love for me.
I live in an exclusive neighbourhood not far from oppa. This is because he wants to keep me close while I have all the freedom I want. As I arrived at the neighbourhood market, I waved at the grocer’s sixteen year old daughter Ji-Eun. Okay so it is not really a market. Mr. Lee the grocer owns a café and a large shop which is just like a little farmer’s market. It even has magenta and purple awnings and fresh produce every morning.
“Hello Ji-Eun.” I smiled as I got of my bike and rested it against one of the café tables on the wide stone pavement. Ji-Eun is one of the few friends I have in this neighbourhood. She is very sweet, and has the most amazing voice you would ever hear. And she doesn’t mind being friends with me, even though I am nine years older than her. She always says ‘But Unnie is so young and sweet looking.’ This makes me blush till no end.
Needless to say I love her a lot and I gratefully accepted the cup of coffee she placed in my hand.
“Appa says your man is coming today.” She smiled slyly, eyes twinkling and I felt my cheeks go pink as I nodded.
“Do you have my groceries ready?” I asked.
“Yes. Appa read out the list this morning.” She went into the shop to bring out my pre-ordered shopping as I sat down on one of the iron wrought café chairs to enjoy my coffee.
I smiled as several small boys whizzed past on their roller skates clutching what seemed suspiciously like little dolls. Sure enough a bunch of little girls came scuttling around the corner, running as fast as their little chubby legs would take them, pigtails flying as they yelled childish insults at the boys.
Of course they did not forget to wave and smile. “Hi Miss Kwon!” and I waved enthusiastically back and giggled at the comical picture and Mr. Lee came out in his grocer’s apron to see what was so funny.
“Hello.” I got up and bowed respectfully.
“Ah, those children.” He grinned.
“Hello Sandara. How are feeling today?” He smiled as he patted my shoulder.
Mr. Lee is very protective of me because of my condition, and also because I live alone (I also think it’s because oppa asked him to be). He’s old, seventy years old. Ji-Eun is motherless and his love-child in his old age so he is very protective of her. I think some of it has floated over to me^^
Ji-Eun came up to me and I realised that she’d already packed my stuff on my bicycle. I pinched her cheek in thanks and she grinned mischievously.
“Appa, Unnie needs to get ready ‘cos her man is coming. I wish I had a man.” She pouted sadly.
“Hush!” Mr Lee swatted her shoulder. “You’re too young for a man.” He scolded.
“Don’t be sad Ji-Eun-ah.” I commiserated. “I’ll come take you shopping.”
“Unnie!!!” She squealed happily throwing herself onto me in a fierce hug. Ah, I’d fallen in her trap^^
Mr Lee shook his head as he tried to hide his smile.
“I will send the bill to Kwon-ssi, Sandara.” Mr Lee said as he steadied the bicycle so I could get on.
“Mmm.” I nodded and said goodbye, turning around and pedalling back up the street.
Getting back to my apartment, I was greeted by the concierge who helped me unload my bike and take my stuff up then before he stored my bike away. Living in a luxury apartment has its perks^^
I stood in my white marbled kitchen and scratched my head staring at the different items spread on my central island. Hmm, what to cook for oppa.
Oh, of course! I smacked my forehead. Oppa loved pizza. But no, something romantic. Yes, Oppa loved pasta. Thank God for oppa’s foreign tastes. I don’t remember how to cook any Korean dishes. I started to put everything in their respective places and then printed off the recipe for Italian meat pasta sauce from my computer.
I read the instructions. Ten hours to cook. That gave me a lot of time to clean the apartment and dress up before oppa came home. I prepared the ingredients, put them in the crock pot and placed it on the back burner where it would slowly cook.
Flitting into the other parts of the apartment with my cloth and duster, I proceeded to clean and polish every surface I came across (which was pretty useless since the housekeeper had been in the day before). I smiled as I re-arranged the pictures in silver frames placed in strategic points. They were all of me and oppa, at home, at the park, with his dog Gaho, on holiday… sometimes I think about oppa too much, but I do not work so my life revolves around oppa. He is the only one I have in this world.
After I was sure the house was clean enough, I went out to the salon to get my hair done. As I sat there watching my stylist in the mirror, I could see the other women staring and whispering behind their manicured fingers. I knew what they were talking about. Me. And oppa. Kwon Jiyong, he is rich, and very well known. Everyone knew who oppa was. And they’d heard the rumours, knew who I was to him. Everyone knew, except maybe his parents. I could see them glaring at me in disapproval, those chaebols, wondering why I was there, in their high-class establishments.
Who is she anyway? No one knows where she came from. Pssh!!! No one knows? A fabrication, I tell you. Home wrecker! Whore! The Kwons are best rid of her but their son is blind, that’s what.
Oppa always said to ignore those people. That he loved only me and that was what mattered. But it still hurt. I didn’t remember anyone ever treating me that way before, like I was dirt. But that was the point, right? I couldn’t remember.
As I left the salon, I could practically feel their breath as they sighed in relief. The parasite was gone. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
I wheeled my bicycle across the street to the little confectionary that made custom made sweets and cakes. Their delicacies were expensive but oppa liked their cakes so I always bought desserts there. I smiled at the part-timer, a teenage boy behind the glass counter as he placed the home-made strawberry cheese-cake I ordered into a pink polka-dotted cake box and tied it with a red ribbon. He grinned awkwardly back only to be poked by the teenage girl standing him as she gave him a dirty look. I giggled.
“I’ll add it to Mr Kwon’s tab, Miss Kwon.” She smiled as she grabbed the box from the boy and handed it to me.
“Thank you Chaerin-ah, bye Seungri-ah.” He giggled shyly, earning another poke from Chaerin.
“Yah! Pabo, stop acting like an idiot.” She growled. That couple were always bickering when I went in there^^
I glanced at my watch. Omo!! I had less than two hours. I jumped on my bike and pedalled swiftly back home.
Placing the cake in the refrigerator, I went into the bedroom to get ready. I sat at my vanity and carefully applied a minimal amount of makeup to my face. Oppa did not like me too made up. He says it takes away from my innocence^^
I took off my clothes and checked my body in the full length mirror. I couldn’t help but frown as I noticed that I’d lost weight.*sigh*
Opening my dresser I took out a peach coloured silk and lace teddy and slid the soft, smooth material over my skin. I then walked into the open wardrobe and picked out a dress to wear. It was a simple outfit, lilac coloured satin, tiny cap sleeves, short flared skirt. I then picked out a shirt and a pair of trousers for oppa. I knew he’d want a bath and change of clothes after his tiring trip. He always kept a set of clothes here for when he stayed over. Placing his clothes on the bed, I went to the kitchen and proceeded to set the table. I knew he’d be home soon; and my ten-hour sauce was nearly cooked^^.
Soon enough I heard the doorbell ring and I looked at the kitchen clock. Eight o’clock. I hurried to the front door, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet of the living room. I threw the door open and there he was, a huge smile on his face.
“Oppa!” I cried, launching myself into his open arms and holding on tightly as I felt him gather me into a hug.
Chapter 2
aloakley.livejournal.com/12736.html
Today, I woke up all excited. The sky was blue and the sun shone brightly through the sheer lace curtains to reflect my happiness. Even the birds outside my window couldn’t contain themselves and they sang loudly, infected by the happiness that was radiating through me.
Today, oppa was coming.
I stretched my body languidly and threw off my bed covers. I swung my legs over the side of my bed I slipped my feet into my slippers.
Ah, today would be so busy. I had to hurry. I stripped off the bed sheets and dumped them in the wicker laundry basket, replacing the linen with freshly scented expensive silk ones. I opened the windows to let in fresh air and waved at the neighbour who was down in the street, getting in her car and going off to work.
Looking at the clock I realised that morning market would open in half an hour. I had to hurry. I run into my bathroom and proceeded to jump about, trying to run the bath, brush my teeth and undress at the same time.
Twenty minutes later I was out the door in my little denim shorts and sandals, a cookie stuck in between my teeth as I tied my hair in a topknot. As I stepped out of the elevator into the grand foyer, the ever nice doorman greeted me with my bicycle.
It had been a gift from oppa. An expensive one, with its quilted leather seat and handlebars, sleek lines and conveniently placed wicker basket and saddlebags to carry my shopping. It is my little darling and I like to travel with as much as I can.
Why not a car you might ask. Because I am afraid of driving, I do not know why, but the thought chills me to my bones. And also because I gave my chauffeur the day off. ^^
I wheeled my bike out of my apartment building and got on pedalling in the direction of the market. I had brought along my music player and hummed along as ‘Butterfly’ played through my earphones, the summer sun warming the skin of my arms.
Butterfly is my favourite song, because my oppa calls me his Butterfly. The day he found me, he says, I was lying in the freshly fallen winter snow and a pair of butterflies had been resting in my hair which was really weird because butterfly cocoons usually hatch in the spring. He says it was the only colour to be seen for miles except for my dark hair and rosy lips.
Oppa can be really romantic when he talks^^. But he never lies to me. He played this song and said that was how he feels every time he sees me. So I listen to it faithfully. It represents oppa’s love for me.
I live in an exclusive neighbourhood not far from oppa. This is because he wants to keep me close while I have all the freedom I want. As I arrived at the neighbourhood market, I waved at the grocer’s sixteen year old daughter Ji-Eun. Okay so it is not really a market. Mr. Lee the grocer owns a café and a large shop which is just like a little farmer’s market. It even has magenta and purple awnings and fresh produce every morning.
“Hello Ji-Eun.” I smiled as I got of my bike and rested it against one of the café tables on the wide stone pavement. Ji-Eun is one of the few friends I have in this neighbourhood. She is very sweet, and has the most amazing voice you would ever hear. And she doesn’t mind being friends with me, even though I am nine years older than her. She always says ‘But Unnie is so young and sweet looking.’ This makes me blush till no end.
Needless to say I love her a lot and I gratefully accepted the cup of coffee she placed in my hand.
“Appa says your man is coming today.” She smiled slyly, eyes twinkling and I felt my cheeks go pink as I nodded.
“Do you have my groceries ready?” I asked.
“Yes. Appa read out the list this morning.” She went into the shop to bring out my pre-ordered shopping as I sat down on one of the iron wrought café chairs to enjoy my coffee.
I smiled as several small boys whizzed past on their roller skates clutching what seemed suspiciously like little dolls. Sure enough a bunch of little girls came scuttling around the corner, running as fast as their little chubby legs would take them, pigtails flying as they yelled childish insults at the boys.
Of course they did not forget to wave and smile. “Hi Miss Kwon!” and I waved enthusiastically back and giggled at the comical picture and Mr. Lee came out in his grocer’s apron to see what was so funny.
“Hello.” I got up and bowed respectfully.
“Ah, those children.” He grinned.
“Hello Sandara. How are feeling today?” He smiled as he patted my shoulder.
Mr. Lee is very protective of me because of my condition, and also because I live alone (I also think it’s because oppa asked him to be). He’s old, seventy years old. Ji-Eun is motherless and his love-child in his old age so he is very protective of her. I think some of it has floated over to me^^
Ji-Eun came up to me and I realised that she’d already packed my stuff on my bicycle. I pinched her cheek in thanks and she grinned mischievously.
“Appa, Unnie needs to get ready ‘cos her man is coming. I wish I had a man.” She pouted sadly.
“Hush!” Mr Lee swatted her shoulder. “You’re too young for a man.” He scolded.
“Don’t be sad Ji-Eun-ah.” I commiserated. “I’ll come take you shopping.”
“Unnie!!!” She squealed happily throwing herself onto me in a fierce hug. Ah, I’d fallen in her trap^^
Mr Lee shook his head as he tried to hide his smile.
“I will send the bill to Kwon-ssi, Sandara.” Mr Lee said as he steadied the bicycle so I could get on.
“Mmm.” I nodded and said goodbye, turning around and pedalling back up the street.
Getting back to my apartment, I was greeted by the concierge who helped me unload my bike and take my stuff up then before he stored my bike away. Living in a luxury apartment has its perks^^
I stood in my white marbled kitchen and scratched my head staring at the different items spread on my central island. Hmm, what to cook for oppa.
Oh, of course! I smacked my forehead. Oppa loved pizza. But no, something romantic. Yes, Oppa loved pasta. Thank God for oppa’s foreign tastes. I don’t remember how to cook any Korean dishes. I started to put everything in their respective places and then printed off the recipe for Italian meat pasta sauce from my computer.
I read the instructions. Ten hours to cook. That gave me a lot of time to clean the apartment and dress up before oppa came home. I prepared the ingredients, put them in the crock pot and placed it on the back burner where it would slowly cook.
Flitting into the other parts of the apartment with my cloth and duster, I proceeded to clean and polish every surface I came across (which was pretty useless since the housekeeper had been in the day before). I smiled as I re-arranged the pictures in silver frames placed in strategic points. They were all of me and oppa, at home, at the park, with his dog Gaho, on holiday… sometimes I think about oppa too much, but I do not work so my life revolves around oppa. He is the only one I have in this world.
After I was sure the house was clean enough, I went out to the salon to get my hair done. As I sat there watching my stylist in the mirror, I could see the other women staring and whispering behind their manicured fingers. I knew what they were talking about. Me. And oppa. Kwon Jiyong, he is rich, and very well known. Everyone knew who oppa was. And they’d heard the rumours, knew who I was to him. Everyone knew, except maybe his parents. I could see them glaring at me in disapproval, those chaebols, wondering why I was there, in their high-class establishments.
Who is she anyway? No one knows where she came from. Pssh!!! No one knows? A fabrication, I tell you. Home wrecker! Whore! The Kwons are best rid of her but their son is blind, that’s what.
Oppa always said to ignore those people. That he loved only me and that was what mattered. But it still hurt. I didn’t remember anyone ever treating me that way before, like I was dirt. But that was the point, right? I couldn’t remember.
As I left the salon, I could practically feel their breath as they sighed in relief. The parasite was gone. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
I wheeled my bicycle across the street to the little confectionary that made custom made sweets and cakes. Their delicacies were expensive but oppa liked their cakes so I always bought desserts there. I smiled at the part-timer, a teenage boy behind the glass counter as he placed the home-made strawberry cheese-cake I ordered into a pink polka-dotted cake box and tied it with a red ribbon. He grinned awkwardly back only to be poked by the teenage girl standing him as she gave him a dirty look. I giggled.
“I’ll add it to Mr Kwon’s tab, Miss Kwon.” She smiled as she grabbed the box from the boy and handed it to me.
“Thank you Chaerin-ah, bye Seungri-ah.” He giggled shyly, earning another poke from Chaerin.
“Yah! Pabo, stop acting like an idiot.” She growled. That couple were always bickering when I went in there^^
I glanced at my watch. Omo!! I had less than two hours. I jumped on my bike and pedalled swiftly back home.
Placing the cake in the refrigerator, I went into the bedroom to get ready. I sat at my vanity and carefully applied a minimal amount of makeup to my face. Oppa did not like me too made up. He says it takes away from my innocence^^
I took off my clothes and checked my body in the full length mirror. I couldn’t help but frown as I noticed that I’d lost weight.*sigh*
Opening my dresser I took out a peach coloured silk and lace teddy and slid the soft, smooth material over my skin. I then walked into the open wardrobe and picked out a dress to wear. It was a simple outfit, lilac coloured satin, tiny cap sleeves, short flared skirt. I then picked out a shirt and a pair of trousers for oppa. I knew he’d want a bath and change of clothes after his tiring trip. He always kept a set of clothes here for when he stayed over. Placing his clothes on the bed, I went to the kitchen and proceeded to set the table. I knew he’d be home soon; and my ten-hour sauce was nearly cooked^^.
Soon enough I heard the doorbell ring and I looked at the kitchen clock. Eight o’clock. I hurried to the front door, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet of the living room. I threw the door open and there he was, a huge smile on his face.
“Oppa!” I cried, launching myself into his open arms and holding on tightly as I felt him gather me into a hug.
Chapter 2
aloakley.livejournal.com/12736.html