Three Words: (EXO FANFIC)

I like Jong In?

Hello! I decided that I should start an authors note section before each chapter. I really want to know what you guys think of my story!!!!  Right now, I'm really confused what to write next. Soon Kyung Sae and Jong In are going to get closer!!! Please comment and vote. Thank You ~Sophie Oh

Narrator POV

Kyung Sae arrived at the large, capacious mansion in which she would be living in for a while. A startling buzz jumped from the phone in her pocket, which was originally Jong In's, and checked her messages.

To: Jongin

From: Kyung Sae

I think we should exchange phone numbers since we've switched, you know? :) It seems a little weird receiving a message from my own self. Anyway, when my arrive at the house, just act like you don't care about anything and go up into my room (you'll find it right away) and pretend you're dancing. Good Luck!

Kyung Sae wondered how Jong In would handle taking care of her siblings, but she had to put faith in him. She stared at the front door, took a deep, and gripped the door knob open.

"Honey!!! You're back!" A sweet voice cried from the capacious dining room. An older woman was dressed in a blue dress accompanied by a set of diamond earrings. Her hair was permed and she boasted a caring and loving smile across her face.

This must be Jong In's Mother

Kyung Sae had the urge to bow, but remembered what Jong In had said to her. She ignored the woman and walked right up the stairs, (assuming Jong In's room was there). She turned and saw a white door with a sign reading Jong Dae is not allowed. This was definently Jong In's room. She turned the door handle revealing a spacious room.

There was a large bed covered in comfy bedding and pillows. There were posters covering the walls displaying famous dancers Jong In admired.

There was a photo of Jong In on the wall. He smiled sweetly in the picture and it made Kyung Sae's heart flutter for a moment. What was that? Kyung Sae thought.

"No. No. No. This can't be happening. Haven't I already given my heart to Jong Dae Oppa?" Kyung Sae questioned herself. It was like a new feeling , a feeling that had emerged from her heart and into existence. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought for a moment. Could it be true? Could her feelings for Jong In return?

Her thoughts were interupted by the opening of the door.

"Yah! Jong In! Mom wants you to come down for dinner!" A familiar voice yelled.

Kim Jong Dae stood in the doorway. His hair stuck back and a smirk on his face.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Screamed Kyung Sae. "W-what are you doing here?!?" She gasped, clutching her body in fear.

Giving Kyung Sae a look, Jong Dae says, "What's wrong with you?"

"Uh..." stutters Kyung Sae, "Nothing... H-hyung..."

Kyung Sae gets out of Jong In's wooden chair and followed Jong Dae.

Jong In and Jong Dae are brothers? That means that....

                                   *Flashback*

“I didn’t know you have a brother.”

“Ah… yes. He’s a bit of handful, but he’s a really great person deep down, though you may not realize it at first.”  I admitted.

 

“Your brother seems like such a nice person. Does he sing like you?”  she asks me

 

“No... he’s a dancer, actually.”

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“While you were delivering newspapers, my brother saw you faint and he took you home. He was stupid enough to not call the ambulance, and he set you down in a bathtub.”
  

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“What’s going on!?” confronted Kyung Sae. “I’m not even going to New York and now we’re partners?!”

“You’re welcome. Is this how you treat someone who payed for your trip?” Kim Jong In said as he adjusted his suitcase.

 

“Eh?! What are you talking about?” asked Kyung Sae in confusion.

 

“I felt bad that you were the only one not going on the trip, so I paid for you.” admitted Jong In.

                                ***End of Flashback***

Kim Jong In, the one who was always mean to me was also always kind? The one I was mean to saved my life? Twice. Saving my life, getting me to new york, saving me again....what's wrong with me?

I'm sorry Jong In.

But now, you've made me realize...

That... I like you.