[CONTENTID1]  Twist, , Dunk [/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] Chapter Five  [/CONTENTID2]

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Hi! *waves violently*
 

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          True love waits?! What did Uncle Kim mean? Did he mean that I should forget Junsu and let him and Haeyeon be happy? Or wait for Junsu because they would break up anyway? Or forget Junsu and fall for Jaejoong? Was he saying that I wasn’t Junsu’s true love?

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            “Ms. Taeyeon!”

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            “Ms. Taeyeon!”

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            “Ms. Taeyeon, please get up. Your mom wants to see you in the study room after you eat.” I lazily opened my right eye and saw Sunmi pulling back the rich, heavy curtains as she hummed a song. “Sunlight… I’m going to burn.” I mumbled as I tossed to the other side of the bed, wrapping myself with the duvet.

            It was a beautiful Saturday morning and my menopause mom wanted to see me, her least favorite daughter. “What for?” I asked, showing no interest to get up. My other maid, Narsha spoke. “She said it’s very important. Please get up and eat your breakfast, Ms. Taeyeon.”

            I groaned. I didn’t want them to suffer because of my stubbornness. She helped me put on my robe before combing my hair. I didn’t like being treated like a princess but this was their job and they loved doing things for me.  “Did you eat?” I asked them as I nibble my pancake. They served me pancakes with maple syrup, ham, and bacon in my bed today. It was so delicious. “Yes, Ms. Taeyeon.”

            After eating, I dragged myself to the study room downstairs while thinking that I would be redecorating my room today. I stopped when I heard my parents arguing inside so I decided to knock first. I really hated it when my mom and dad were fighting. Who wouldn’t?

          “You wanna see me?” I asked. Mom motioned me to sit on a leather chair in front of her so I did. I looked around and saw dad standing near the window, he looked so serious. “Yes, dear. I’ll go straight to the point. Our family friend’s son arrived from US last week. I want you to go on a date with him so you’ll get to know each other.” My mouth fell agape after hearing what she said. So this was more important than sleeping…

          “Why me?!” I asked.

          “Well, I can’t ask Haeyeon to go on a date with him because she’s already dating my future son-in-law, Junsu. And you’re young, single and beautiful… you need to go out, honey.”

          “No…”

          “Yes, you would! I am done tolerating you, rebelling at me! You would go on a date with him whether you like it or not! End of discussion!”

          “This is what I’m telling you, honey. You can’t force Taeyeon to date someone she doesn’t know.” My dad interrupted. So, they were arguing about me earlier.

          “Dad… please convince mom.” I whined. I wasn’t really a whine-baby but…

          “My decision is final. You’ll be meeting him this week…”

          My life was a joke. If Junsu and I were together, then this wouldn’t happen to me. Where was my subconscious when I needed her? I slammed my door and silently cried. I leaned on the door for support as I slowly slide down to sit on the floor…

          What?! I was just copying those dramatic scenes in the movies and dramas. I really wanted to try those. I dramatically embraced myself, still crying and crying until there were puddles of tears on the floor. I never cried like this before. I mean… who would cry like this? A sane person wouldn’t cry like this! And I was known for being insane…

          I heard a knock but I just ignored it. I heard it again. What the hell?! Couldn’t that person tell that I was having a moment here?!

          “This…is…a…recorded…message…Taeyeon…is…out…Please…go…away.” I said, hoping that the person outside would think that I was psychotic and would leave me alone.

          KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

          I irritatingly opened the door and saw Junsu outside, surprised. “I heard a loud slam of door and weird sounds as well so I was just wondering what happened. God, Taeyeon. What happened to you? Are you okay?” He must have thought that someone was slaughtering a pig in my room because of my whimpering.

          “I am fine.” I said before wiping my snot with my nightshirt. I could hear Hyoyeon’s voice in my head telling me to act like bla bla bla bla.

          “You don’t look fine to me…” he said in his worried tone, crossing his arms on his chest like a genie on a lamp.

          “I am. I was just rehearsing a scene from a drama and got really into it. I am planning to audition in the theater club.” I said, urging myself not to wrinkle my nose.

          “Are you sure?”

          “Yes…”

          “Well, good luck with your audition.”

          “Thank you.”

          “Uhh… so after lunch, let’s talk about our project?”

            “Err. I am planning to redecorate my room so how about after dinner?”

            “Do you want me to help?” Wow. He must have bonked his head hard. We were actually having a long conversation after eight years.

            “Do you, now?”

            “We don’t have practice and I have nothing to do today.”

“Okay. I’ll take a bath and then I need to buy some materials first.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“Do you think Haeyeon won’t mind?” Of course, she would mind!

“Don’t worry.”

“I’ll see you then…”

“Uhh. Taeyeon…”

“Yes?”

“Did you just copy my recorded message technique?”

          HOLY GUACAMOLE!

          I talked to Junsu without a… I couldn’t even say it. Ugh. I shouldn’t worry, right? It wasn’t like I had no watermelons, melons, or whatever they called it. But compared to Sunny, mine was plane.

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Where I can run

Just as fast as I can

To the middle of nowhere

To the middle of my frustrate fears

And I swear you’re just like a pill

Instead of making me better, you keep making me ill...

Keep making me ill.

            I was singing to Pink’s Just Like A Pill, dedicating it to my control freak mother, while having a relaxing bubble bath. I would always sing this song when I was suicidal. How could she control my life like that? And whoever this guy would be… I would do anything to make him hate me.

            I went out of the tub and got my robe in the rack. I was drying my hair with a clean towel when my maids scurried to help me prepare. “What do you want to wear today, Ms. Taeyeon?” Narsha asked as she slid the door leading to my huge closet. My mom would usually buy clothes for me so half of the clothes, shoes, bags and accessories in my closet were still brand new.