Change of Hearts (Jaejoong Fanfic) Ch.1

The doorbell rang three times *ding dong ding dong ding dong* You ran down the steps to quickly open the door since whoever was there seemed to be impatient. Your eyes widened as you saw Jaejoong standing there. “J-Jaejoong-ssi? What brings you here? …” You looked down at his hands and you cocked your head to the side. “What’s that for?” You pointed at the duffle bag in his hands.

“I’m sleeping over, of course.” He smiled cheekily before stepping inside your house. All you did was move aside.

“B-Bwo?? You’re sleeping over? What for? You didn’t even call beforehand. Wait, who even told you that you could sleepover, let alone, come over?” You crossed your arms and clicked your tongue.

He leaned down to you so that he was only inches from your face. “I said that I could come over and you never told me I couldn’t sleep over—“

“Who are you and what are you doing with my daughter?” Your dad’s booming voice filled the air. Both Jaejoong and you quickly turned to him. You dad stood there with his arms crossed and he was tapping his foot.

Jaejoong stood up straight and cleared his throat. “Nice to meet you, sir. My name is Kim Jaejoong and I am one of your daughter’s very good friends.”

“How does that justify you sleeping over?” Your dad still seemed angry.

Jaejoong smirked that smirk. “Well, sir, you see…” Jaejoong leaned into your dad’s ear and whispered something. Your dad’s eyes grew wide and a smile spread across his face.

“Well in that case, you are welcome to sleep over, my boy!” Your dad laughed a hardy laugh and went away to the living room.

You looked at Jaejoong, who had a devious grin on his face. “What’d you say to my dad, Jaejoong?” You were curious. “And just because my dad approves of it, that doesn’t mean I do!”

Jaejoong started walking up the stairs. “C’mon, _____. What are you doing? You’re taking a long time.”

“Won’t you at least tell me what you told my dad??!” You stepped onto the first step. Jaejoong was already at the top of the steps.

“Come up here and I’ll tell you~”

You went up to your room. Slowly opening the door, you looked around hoping to find Jaejoong. You saw his bag on the bed but no Jaejoong. You slowly closed the door behind you. Before you could close the door all the way, Jaejoong pushed you against it, slamming it shut. He was behind the door the whole time. “Jaejoong! What are you doing?!” He pinned your hands down on either side of your body. “Jaejoong, let me go! No, wait, what’d you tell my dad?!”

“Oh, all I told him was that I’m gay.” He smirked.

“W-W-What?!! Why’d you go and do that??!!?!?!” You pulled free from his grasp on your wrists.

“So he’d let me stay, of course.” While your guard was let down, he pinned you up against the door once again. “Let’s forget about that right now and just have some fun tonight, okay?” He smirked and leaned in towards you. You felt his breath on your lips.

“YAHHH, JAEJOONG. DON’T YOU DARE THINK THAT YOU CAN JUST DO THIS AFTER DOING SUCH A THING!!!” You pulled away from him and put him in a headlock. “Stupid Jaejoong!!!!!” He laughed and got out of the headlock.

First Person

THAT was the beginning of Jaejoong’s pervy ways with me. Before that, he was just some guy that was supposedly perfect. I met them about a year ago, him and his friends. I didn’t know them that well but I had a class with them. After “accidentally” seeing Jaejoong’s personality turn a complete 180, he forced me to keep my mouth shut with threats and blackmail. What a stupid guy, sheesh. So now, I’m stuck with them. Lots of students make comments about me and they call me DBSK’s groupie. I don’t really care at all though; they can say all they want. Anyway, I’ve learned to deal with the DBSK guys and their “fans”.

That incident up there happened a month ago. That was his first time meeting my father and I think he did a good job of creating a good first impression. Did I ever mention that he’s great at that?! That’s why my mom absolutely adores him. She always goes on and on about why he’s the perfect kind of guy to marry and blah blah blah. They just don’t know; they. just. don’t. know.