Secret Mirror {A Super Junior Fanfiction}

Chapter 5: Part 1 - World Tour: San Francisco

"The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body."
- Syrus


What do you do when the guy you hated most returns to your life, changed? Is he another person, prepared to start over? Or can vengeance never truly cease? Especially when a world-famous celebrity has now captured your heart?


Of all places, why must the answer be in a FOREIGN COUNTRY? There's really something wrong with my life.


Welcome to San Francisco, California, where sunny beaches will burn your skin off. The glass is half empty, children. Half empty.


It sounded nice at first, really. Yuna had already called a ton of her friends (What a party animal. Who knows how much champagne she's had?) ON THE PLANE to throw a beach party with SeMi and SuJu. Not the greatest idea, considering how possible it was that her cell phone signal would interfere with the plane navigation, cause us to fly north, get lost, lose gas after flying aimlessly, and plunge into a freaking iceberg. What if we landed on a polar bear?!


Erm. I mean, we could've died over the ocean! Could've! And then S.M would go broke. Hah.


I may as well recap.


After our kick-off concert, we took a rest at our hotel. It was real fancy, 13 premium suites for every couple. Except Hyori, who stayed in a room alone. The poor darling.


Yesung and I entered the room, welcomed by a small hallway with portraits clinging to the well-painted walls. As with most hotel rooms, after passing the hall with a door to the bathroom, there was the main room, housing two grand beds, perfectly made, and a desk or two facing the TV. But for the premium rooms, the queen-size beds were embroidered with elegantly patterned linen, the chairs had a silk cushion neatly placed on each seat, and the wide HD TV sat on a grand mahogany table with a drawer full of gaming systems and, of course, the games themselves. Even the cotton curtains were remote-controlled. Pretty nice, though I wish S.M would spend their massive money on something more necessary. Like, donating to Greenpeace to make sure our private plane wouldn't smash into some defenseless polar bear, out fishing for seals on a melting iceberg. Or something like that.


After unpacking and getting comfortable (we'd be staying for a whole week), we prepared to depart for Yuna's friends' "welcome" party.


"Aish~ How am I going to do anything here?" complained Yesung as we finished packing our beach equipment. "I can't speak your confusing English!"


"It's not that bad, now," I snorted. "Just lots of slang to learn."


"Too much slang, in my opinion," Yesung snorted back. "Plus you said yourself: I suck at speaking English."


"It's true."


"Gee, thanks."


"Don't worry about anything," I reassured him, placing a small kiss on his soft cheek. "I'll be here to translate for anything. And beaches are fun. Most of the time, at least."


"And that means...?" Yesung asked suspiciously.


"Just hope that earthquakes and floods aren't in season," I chimed, replied to by a gulp, then an exasperated sigh.


We continued lightly bickering and joking until a fierce rumble came from the door.


"Who's there?" Yesung called. I sneered. No need to guess, anyone banging our door down was obviously...


"Lee Sorah, and I'm here to tell you to get the hell outta here now, or I'm going to break down your door!" shouted her familiar voice.


I grunted as I pulled away from Yesung to twist open the doorknob. We were met by a vicious Sorah, baseball bat in hand. It was one of her "necessities" for the long trip. She tossed it aimlessly as soon as the door swung open, thwacking the side wall.


"God dammit, Sorah! Are you trying to kill us?" Yesung roared in shock.


"Do you even need to ask?" she answered sarcastically, looking at him with an exasperated expression, pupils looking upward with a gaping jaw.


I quickly inspected the area where the barbaric club had hit. I sucked in a huge breath, then seethed through gritted teeth, "Oh, you've really done it now..."


"Hm?" asked Sorah, still glaring Yesung down.


Irritation exploding, I shouted, "YOU LEFT A GIANT DENT IN THE WALL! THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN FIX THIS! LOOK AT IT!!"


"Nah. The managers will bribe us out of this." She shrugged. "Now get doing, everyone's waiting downstairs."


Releasing a frustrated mix of a sigh and a moan, I followed as she trotted out of the crime scene and down the main hall, grabbing Yesung's jacket hood and dragging him as I passed by. "C'mon, Sung-ah. Better follow Lord Hoshi's orders," I grumbled.


"Hoshi? Don't you mean -"


"This is clearly the work of our local Japanese totalitarian, now let's go before she or Kae has our heads," I explained with no patience. Yesung complied.


So after facing a less-than-pleased Hoshi and her lecture, we drove on 2 minivans to the beach. We went without guards, staff, or any of the like. Why would American paparazzi be after Korean pop idols? And we were right when we decided they had no business with us; we didn't see an inch of a camera all day. Oh no, we had something else.


Fans.


When we stepped out of the silver rented cars, we began to casually pad over from the lot to the sand, except for Hoshi, Liyung, and Donghae, who took it upon themselves to see who could reach the water first. Well, they dashed right into a crowd of ecstatic fans.


"Omigosh, is that Ryeowook?!"


"It's Secret Mirror!"


"No way, they're performing outside of concerts?!"


"LEETEUK-AH! SARANGHAE~~"


In response to the last comment, Sorah tightened her death grip on Leeteuk's neck and glared at the ELF, who backed away into the mass of people.


Donghae, who had bolted right into the crowd, was immediately swarmed with cries of "Fishy-oppa, saranghae!" and a few more sensible fans, who pulled out random pieces of paper from whatever they had to get a signature AFTER waiting patiently. Patience is key. Hanbi and Liyung were attacked by Sugardrops (strange fanbase name, neh?) who, unfortunately, were just as hyper as their idols.


Meanwhile, a bigger group attacked us other 20, mostly crowding around Kyuhyun, Eunhyuk, Siwon, and MY Yesung. My rage runs deep. But I feel the most for poor Shindong... At least he's trying to lose pounds. Well, they'd all flock to Wonnie anyway. He can actually talk to them.


"Rinhan-ah!" squealed a high-pitched voice. I turned around to face a smiling blonde girl, probably around 12 years old.


"Hi there!" I smiled back, slightly tilting my head to my shoulder.


"Could you- could you give me your autograph?" she stammered, her voice crippled by sheer excitement.


"Sure," I answered. It felt great to be able to make people happy just by writing your name. "Any paper?"


"Oh, yes, right here-"


"SIGN MY FOREHEAD!" The loud interruption came from a taller girl, around 16. She shoved her way forward through the small crowd, pushing away the smaller girl with a small whimper. Her finger was jabbing exaggeratedly at her bare forehead as her other hand pulled her black bangs up.


A little nervously, I scribbled out my signature on her face with a rainbow-colored sharpie, supplied by the hyper girl herself. After such action, however, I was quickly attacked by another wave of overexcited Reflections.


Succeeding in satisfying them all, they clustered in smaller groups chatting enthusiastically as they went back to typical beach activities. On the other hand, the first fan was still standing there apprehensively, shadowing her face as she looked down at her blank piece of paper.


"Hey," I began as I strode over to her. "You okay?"


"Um... Yeah," she mumbled.


I patted her shoulder lightly. "Don't worry about getting pushed around like that. Everyone deserves to meet their unni," I assured her. "What's your name?"


"M-Mari," she stuttered, still on the brink of exploding, whether in ecstasy or not.


"Well, Mari, you get a special present," I snatched the blank paper and filled it with a colorful sky-blue pen, then gave her a bear hug. After she stood speechless for a while, I asked, "Wasn't that nice?"


"That was awesome!" She blushed as she continued, "Your hugs are really cozy."


I grinned. "Hee. Thanks, Mari. Nice to know after Misun says I'm going to choke her to death by that same hug."


"No problem," she chattered, all happiness restored.


"Say, are you planning on going to our concert tomorrow night?"


"No... I only came here to visit relatives," she mumbled half-heartedly. "I live in the Big Apple."


I immediately widened my grin. "I lived there for a few years! Did you know that?" I didn't need to mention that they were some of the worst years of my life.


She nodded vigorously. "It's so cool! But then, nobody really knew about you back then... If I'd known before, I might've stalked you down!" She giggled. I did as well, happy to meet the kind of fan I liked the most - enthusiastic about their idols but not obnoxious or creepy when it came to meeting them. Of course, any fan is amazing. =w=


"Well, anyway, I have a few tickets on hand. How about I give you some?" Man, Kae-oppa might will kill me for this. "You deserve to go," I added hastily.


Her eyes widened and lit up while her eyebrows rose. "Really? You'd give me some?"


"Sure!" I smiled as I handed her 3 tickets. "Bring a relative or something."


Her fingers trembled slightly as she grasped the shiny tickets. After gazing at them for several seconds, she burst out, "Thank you so much! You'll always be my favorite in Secret Mirror!"


"Well, I'm flattered!" I exaggeratedly pretended to be flustered, drawing a chorus of giggles from the girl. "I really like you, Mari. I'm so glad my fans are this amazing."


She blushed. "Oh, gee, really..."


"Why don't I give you my number? You won't spam me, right?"


She shook her head furiously. After entering my personal number into her phone, she smiled. "Thank you sooooo much! This is like the best day ever!"


I waved and said "goodbye" as she raced off, probably to share her excitement with her Californian relatives.


Now, on to the kicking-ass business.


Storming towards the congregation of girls around Yesung, I called out loudly, "It's time to go! Get your sorry ass over here!"


Thank god for language barriers.


Yesung complied, reluctantly though, and separated himself from his fans. Squeals of sending off became distant as he walked down the sandy parking lot with me, down into the actual beach. As expected, the other members were waiting expectantly. Eunhyuk and Leeteuk were failing miserably at setting up the umbrella; in the end, it flopped and blew over, hitting a small child. Sadly, their botchy English "sorry"s did not sound sincere enough to the mother. We ignored them.


I squinted my eyes as I faced the flaring sun. It cast glimmering waves of white over the gently rippling ocean, creating layer after layer of bright intensity on the water's surface. I had to admit, it was a really nice day and I did not want to waste any minute. Even the hot sand didn't really bother me as we strolled along the coastline.


Meanwhile, several colorful towels were splayed uniformly across the glittering sand, forming practically a giant quilt of turtle and stripe patterns. Guess who owns the turtle one.


"We set up your towels for you guys," explained Hyori, as if we couldn't tell by the distinct turtle and cat towels side by side. "Lots of fans?" she asked more quietly.


"Not too many to handle," I answered curtly. I lied. That forehead girl had pretty much inspired an army of Reflections to squeeze every last drop ink from my pen. Yeah, I carry a pen with me everywhere. Got a problem?


"So," I glanced around. "Where is Yuna's militia of friends?"


Hyori rolled her eyes. "EVERYONE on the beach, dear."


"WHAT?!" I coughed. The beach was packed! Certainly not all of them were Yuna's friends, right?


I'm evidently wrong.


As I was about to loudly express my thoughts to Yesung, he departed, taking his shirt off as he jogged after Donghae and Siwon to the water. "Rude," I muttered irritably. "Crude, insensitive, ass-"


"And amazingly sexy," shot in Yuna, jumping out from beyond my line of vision. In surprise, I screeched, then swiftly clamped my hand over my mouth to prevent further unwanted sounds. "Have you SEEN his abs?" she continued.


I lowered my palm. "Uh, yes, I have. More than once. And felt them. More than once," I retorted. "Now quit fawning over them."


"Hey," she went on, unwavered by my "back off" tone, "does Henry have nice abs?"


"Like I'd know!" I spat, suddenly disturbed by the vision of Mochi Henry doing... that with Yuna.


She responded with a pout. "No need to yell, sweety."


"Quit talking about Sung-oppa's abs and do something useful like, I don't know, introduce your hundreds of friends?"


"OKAY! Let me round them all up!" She grinned with glee. No way, she's not really going to...


"EVERYONE GATHER ROUND~~!" she announced at an obnoxiously loud volume. "TIME TO MEET EVERYONE!"


Less than excitedly, the half naked boys approached (besides Kyuhyun, who protested that he would build a sand castle instead) from the water's edge and gathered around our camp of towels and falling umbrellas. Following was an enormous mass of teenage and college students, all in bikinis or typical swim trunks. Already I noticed small groups of girls crowding around men, stroking their arms.


What kind of friends are these?


"EVERYONE LINE UP!" Yuna ordered. Not like it worked; a large bunch of people in the back were squashed against the far lifeguard house.


She forced us Koreans to stand in a perfect line facing the giant line of people. Let the madness commence.


"This is Lawrence, Kelly, May, Jackson, Chloe, Theo, Jen, Sam, James, Eddie, Taylor, Justin, Helena, Quentin, Chuck, Amanda, Molly, Jamie, Amber, Alexei, Grace, Morgan, Bryan, Roger, Tevin, Brayden, Abbie, Mia, Sophie, Skyler, Anna, Spencer, Charles, Tiffany, Bianca, Chris, Katherine, June, Cal, Kristine, Emma, Becca, Cara, Gene, Lena, Dan, Johnny, Rebecca Black, Jaq, Terrance, Cassidy, Teresa, Sara, Woody, Claire, Kim, Kellen, Marina, Weiss, Rey, Briana, Narcissa, Kathy, Julia, Kurt, Alice, Vincent, John, Mark, Tim, Timothy, Timmy, Timantha-"


"HOLY SHIT JUST SHUT UP!" burst out Sorah, her patience clearly used up. "SHUT UP BEFORE WE GET INTO THE HUNDREDS OR I'M TYING YOU A DEADWEIGHT AND THROWING YOU INTO THE OCEAN TO DIE, ROT, AND BECOME A CRUSTY, DECOMPOSED ARTIFACT FOR THE SAKE OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOTHING TO DO IN THEIR LIFE BESIDES PAY TO LOOK AT DEAD BODIES IN MUSEUMS AND BRING TODDLERS ON FIELD TRIPS TO OBSERVE CORPSES!"


... It's a wonderful sunny day, isn't it?


"YOUR UNBORN CHILDREN'S SPIRITS WILL WATCH FROM HEAVEN AS YOUR PITIFUL SOUL BURNS TO ASHES IN HELL. YOUR VERY BODY WILL MELT INTO NOTHINGNESS AND EVAPORATE INTO NOTHINGNESS AND BE NOTHINGNESS, AS WILL YOUR SORRY LIFE!"


... Did you hear a bird?


And so, all people with the smallest scraps of sense will slowly back away from the burning rage emanating from Sorah's body. Except Leeteuk, who foolishly tries to calm her down.


"Hey now, no need to kill anything..."


"Yes, precisely, but once I'm through with this sex-crazed moron, she will be nothing, and not anything!!"


"Um... That's not what I mea-"


"DO YOU WANT TO EVAPORATE INTO NOTHINGNESS AS WELL? I CAN ARRANGE SOMETHING FOR YOU. ALCATRAZ IS ONLY A FEW MILES OUT TO SEA."


"No thanks," he squeaked.


Sorah... If anyone were to be sent to that god-forsaken death prison, it would be you...


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