Her Diary, But It's All About You [7/?]
Title: Her Diary, But It's All About You [7/?]
Author: eeJHan
Rating: PG-13 for the whole series
Genre: Teen Angst, Drama
Focus: Jonghyun
Pairing: OneSided!JongKey
Word Count: 1,275 words
Summary: Jonghyun realises how he really feels for Lizann.
“Zann? Lizann? Are you there?” I knocked impatiently on the door, yet there was no response. Could it be that she went out to grab some stuff?
“The caller you have reached is not responding, please try again later.” Oh no, not again. Could she be still sleeping? And why is her doorbell spoilt at this kind of time?
“Han Lizann! Han-“
The door creaked open, and behind the door stood the most shocking image I’ve ever had of her - out-of-bed hair, pajamas, tiny eyes, crooked glasses.
“Yeah… Oh my God, give me a moment!” She finally opened her eyes to see that it was I at the door. Ha-ha, how cute was that!
“Stop laughing, Kim Jonghyun!” She looked terribly embarrassed when she re-opened the door and let me in. Honestly, she looked kind of cute in glasses and pajamas.
“I brought lunch, have you had anything yet?” I placed my stuff on the table and brought the food into the kitchen. “I’ll heat it up for you. Give me a moment yah?”
She nodded her head and sat on the couch, staring blankly into space. I chuckled at the sight of that, and she turned back with a sharp glare.
“Why did you laugh? You’re so irritating.” Her puffed up cheeks suggested that she was quite unhappy. So, she has the out-of-bed temper huh? Not as bad as Minho though, that guy’s horrible.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Here’s the soup, drink it first.” I placed the soup on the table and she came over unwillingly. “I spent a lot of time on it, make sure you finish.” I warned her as I went back to warm up the porridge.
“You made this?” She stared up at me with absolute disbelief.
“Why, are you feeling so touched?”
“I mean, how is it possible you made this?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I pinched her face as I brought the porridge to the table. “Why is it such a big deal?”
“… Did you make this too? The porridge?” She was rather silent for a moment. I nodded my head, “Yup, Key helped me with it too, he scolded me for not involving him in making your lunch, so there.”
She continued to eat silently, and something felt really off. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” I lifted her chin and touched something wet. “Why are you crying? Are you okay?”
I shifted to sit beside her and held her in my arms. “I am so not going to cook for you again.” I sighed. “It must be really bad.”
“No, it’s really good, I swear,” she sat up immediately and vouched for my cooking.
“Then why are you still crying?” I laughed at her expression, and wiped the tears off her face.
“I am touched, Hyun. This is the first time you’ve cooked for me.” She buried her face back into the food, as if she was feeling shy about what she just said.
“Are you serious? Then I’ve been such a bad friend.” I laughed. “Crying doesn’t help. Just eat, alright?”
She continued with her food while I watched her. I don’t know how I did it but I managed to watch her through her whole eating process, which took around an hour. But time passed so fast that I didn’t even realize it.
“You’re done? I’ll wash the plates. Get some rest, okay?” I collected the cutleries and headed to the kitchen.
“No, let me help you. Asking me to get rest after food is just making me a pig.” She carried some of the stuff off my load.
“Pigs are cute, why not?”
“It’s not like being a pig will do anything about getting me a boyfriend or a husband right?”
“Who says so, I like pigs.”
Our eyes found each other when we looked up, and we locked our gaze for what seems like forever. I don’t know whether this was the right thing to do, but it felt right. I leaned in slowly towards her, and we both let go of the stuff we had in our hands. It was this close, before our lips met, and I could feel my breath on her face.
“Noona neomu yeppo, micheol…” My handphone rang in the distance and we sprang apart instantly. “Sorry.” I hurried over to my phone and took a glance at her now crimson face.
“Hello?”
The other line had mixed up signals and gargles, but no one talked. “Hello?” I said again.
I hung up, shortly, concluding that it is a wrong number. I can’t believe that was a wrong number! I turned back to look at Zann, who was still in shock from what happened just now.
“Sorry. I… I didn’t mean to, you know… Oh God I don’t know how to explain this correctly.” I was stumped. I know this is not a situation to say “sorry” or “I didn’t mean to”, but I don’t know what to say further.
“Zann, I think we need to talk.”
September 18 2009
I don’t know how to describe this feeling right now.
I mean we almost kissed just now. Almost. A wrong number interrupted us.
“Sorry. I… I didn’t mean to, you know… Oh God I don’t know how to explain this correctly.” This was what Hyun said after he hung up the call. I don’t know how should I feel, sad because he said he didn’t mean to or smile at how totally cute he is when he tries to explain.
“Zann, I think we need to talk.” He looked at me seriously.
And I did not expect the next few sentences to be the most touching words I heard ever.
“Zann, I like you. I don’t know what kind of like I am talking about right now, but I know I like you. A lot. I need to tell you this, because I feel so overwhelmed right now. When I came here today, I did not come with a preparation of confessing, but here I am doing this because I know that this is right. I don’t need an answer right now; as you would probably think that I’m a huge bastard to only like you after I know that you like me, but I’m being honest right here.” He said all these so fast that I couldn’t match up my reaction to his confession. “So, will you be my girlfriend?”
I want to say yes.
“…Let me think about it. Look, it’s not that I don’t like you now, but there are things that I have to think over. I believe this confession came because of the overwhelmed feelings, but please do give it a thought about your career as well, and what would we end up with if we got together.” I even took his career to be the shield, nice. I only needed to talk to Kiki about this, and then come to a decision.
“Oh heck my career. Everything will be alright as long as we are together.” Hyun walked up and looked straight into my eyes. “I want to make this work.”
I want to say yes. I want to run into his arms and never look back. Even if this will be a mistake, it would be the best mistake I’ve ever made.
“Please give me some time.”
“…Alright. I shall get going. Take care and rest well.” I could feel that he was hurt. His sincere confession did not get an answer that he wanted. I could feel his disappointment but I chose to stand and watch him leave the door.
Hyun, please give me some time.
Author: eeJHan
Rating: PG-13 for the whole series
Genre: Teen Angst, Drama
Focus: Jonghyun
Pairing: OneSided!JongKey
Word Count: 1,275 words
Summary: Jonghyun realises how he really feels for Lizann.
“Zann? Lizann? Are you there?” I knocked impatiently on the door, yet there was no response. Could it be that she went out to grab some stuff?
“The caller you have reached is not responding, please try again later.” Oh no, not again. Could she be still sleeping? And why is her doorbell spoilt at this kind of time?
“Han Lizann! Han-“
The door creaked open, and behind the door stood the most shocking image I’ve ever had of her - out-of-bed hair, pajamas, tiny eyes, crooked glasses.
“Yeah… Oh my God, give me a moment!” She finally opened her eyes to see that it was I at the door. Ha-ha, how cute was that!
“Stop laughing, Kim Jonghyun!” She looked terribly embarrassed when she re-opened the door and let me in. Honestly, she looked kind of cute in glasses and pajamas.
“I brought lunch, have you had anything yet?” I placed my stuff on the table and brought the food into the kitchen. “I’ll heat it up for you. Give me a moment yah?”
She nodded her head and sat on the couch, staring blankly into space. I chuckled at the sight of that, and she turned back with a sharp glare.
“Why did you laugh? You’re so irritating.” Her puffed up cheeks suggested that she was quite unhappy. So, she has the out-of-bed temper huh? Not as bad as Minho though, that guy’s horrible.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Here’s the soup, drink it first.” I placed the soup on the table and she came over unwillingly. “I spent a lot of time on it, make sure you finish.” I warned her as I went back to warm up the porridge.
“You made this?” She stared up at me with absolute disbelief.
“Why, are you feeling so touched?”
“I mean, how is it possible you made this?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I pinched her face as I brought the porridge to the table. “Why is it such a big deal?”
“… Did you make this too? The porridge?” She was rather silent for a moment. I nodded my head, “Yup, Key helped me with it too, he scolded me for not involving him in making your lunch, so there.”
She continued to eat silently, and something felt really off. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” I lifted her chin and touched something wet. “Why are you crying? Are you okay?”
I shifted to sit beside her and held her in my arms. “I am so not going to cook for you again.” I sighed. “It must be really bad.”
“No, it’s really good, I swear,” she sat up immediately and vouched for my cooking.
“Then why are you still crying?” I laughed at her expression, and wiped the tears off her face.
“I am touched, Hyun. This is the first time you’ve cooked for me.” She buried her face back into the food, as if she was feeling shy about what she just said.
“Are you serious? Then I’ve been such a bad friend.” I laughed. “Crying doesn’t help. Just eat, alright?”
She continued with her food while I watched her. I don’t know how I did it but I managed to watch her through her whole eating process, which took around an hour. But time passed so fast that I didn’t even realize it.
“You’re done? I’ll wash the plates. Get some rest, okay?” I collected the cutleries and headed to the kitchen.
“No, let me help you. Asking me to get rest after food is just making me a pig.” She carried some of the stuff off my load.
“Pigs are cute, why not?”
“It’s not like being a pig will do anything about getting me a boyfriend or a husband right?”
“Who says so, I like pigs.”
Our eyes found each other when we looked up, and we locked our gaze for what seems like forever. I don’t know whether this was the right thing to do, but it felt right. I leaned in slowly towards her, and we both let go of the stuff we had in our hands. It was this close, before our lips met, and I could feel my breath on her face.
“Noona neomu yeppo, micheol…” My handphone rang in the distance and we sprang apart instantly. “Sorry.” I hurried over to my phone and took a glance at her now crimson face.
“Hello?”
The other line had mixed up signals and gargles, but no one talked. “Hello?” I said again.
I hung up, shortly, concluding that it is a wrong number. I can’t believe that was a wrong number! I turned back to look at Zann, who was still in shock from what happened just now.
“Sorry. I… I didn’t mean to, you know… Oh God I don’t know how to explain this correctly.” I was stumped. I know this is not a situation to say “sorry” or “I didn’t mean to”, but I don’t know what to say further.
“Zann, I think we need to talk.”
September 18 2009
I don’t know how to describe this feeling right now.
I mean we almost kissed just now. Almost. A wrong number interrupted us.
“Sorry. I… I didn’t mean to, you know… Oh God I don’t know how to explain this correctly.” This was what Hyun said after he hung up the call. I don’t know how should I feel, sad because he said he didn’t mean to or smile at how totally cute he is when he tries to explain.
“Zann, I think we need to talk.” He looked at me seriously.
And I did not expect the next few sentences to be the most touching words I heard ever.
“Zann, I like you. I don’t know what kind of like I am talking about right now, but I know I like you. A lot. I need to tell you this, because I feel so overwhelmed right now. When I came here today, I did not come with a preparation of confessing, but here I am doing this because I know that this is right. I don’t need an answer right now; as you would probably think that I’m a huge bastard to only like you after I know that you like me, but I’m being honest right here.” He said all these so fast that I couldn’t match up my reaction to his confession. “So, will you be my girlfriend?”
I want to say yes.
“…Let me think about it. Look, it’s not that I don’t like you now, but there are things that I have to think over. I believe this confession came because of the overwhelmed feelings, but please do give it a thought about your career as well, and what would we end up with if we got together.” I even took his career to be the shield, nice. I only needed to talk to Kiki about this, and then come to a decision.
“Oh heck my career. Everything will be alright as long as we are together.” Hyun walked up and looked straight into my eyes. “I want to make this work.”
I want to say yes. I want to run into his arms and never look back. Even if this will be a mistake, it would be the best mistake I’ve ever made.
“Please give me some time.”
“…Alright. I shall get going. Take care and rest well.” I could feel that he was hurt. His sincere confession did not get an answer that he wanted. I could feel his disappointment but I chose to stand and watch him leave the door.
Hyun, please give me some time.