Written by: Michele Hii
Dedicated to all of my followers on Instagram @ michhiielf93, Super Junior, and to all ELFs (Everlasting Friends-SuJu fan base name), and K-pop fans or whoever approaches my blog :P.
Author's Note
600+ followers! Thank you all so much! I want to give each one of you a hug! :D
So as you all know, I'm an aspiring writer, blogger, and artist. And now that I've received so much love from you ELFs on Instagram and I enjoy posting screenshots for you guys every day, I've come up with this idea of writing my first SuJu fan fiction. I've read a few online and they were...not appropriate for everyone because of mature imagery. So, I want to write a fan fiction that is for fans of all ages. The story, according to my outline, is consists of 18 chapters but I'll try to narrow it down to 15 chapters. I hope you'll enjoy reading it and feel free to like, comment, and share here on Blogger.com or on Instagram! :) <3
Chapter 1: My Car, My Music~Liselle
I was engulfed in the pearl sapphrie blue ocean, a sign language Super Junior and ELF shared. Fans were waving their blue glow sticks in rhythmic motion as they create smooth-rolling waves. The stage lights suddenly came back on. I could see Super Junior shed tears of joy. "Saranghae!!!" they screamed at the top of their lungs. Some yelled till their throats went as dry as a desert. I tried not to laugh at an ELF who stood next to me. She was spinning her glow stick in circles but her voice was strained like a donkey's yee-haw.
Kyuhyun held his mic up and announced, "I would like to introduce you all to a very special fan."Everyone cheered."Elphena, come on up!" Kyuhyun smiled as he looked at me. I was standing at the very front row. My heart skipped a beat when he called out my name. A security guard led me to the stairs heading to the stage.I walked to him while ignoring my minor stage fright. All eyes were on me as I tried to collect my composure. Kyuhyun wore a dreamy smile. He grabbed hold on my hands and stared at me with his eyes that got all Kyuhyun-biased fans hypnotized. I was pretty much melting right at that spot. He then leaned closer to my face...
BEEP! Attention, passengers. We've arrived at Incheon Airport. Please remain seated till the aircraft comes to a complete stop. Thank you.
I found myself sitting at the front row of the economy class section. Ugh, so much of dreaming about me meeting my bias. I lifted my legs and rotated my feet to warm myself up after long hours of being in a plane from Vancouver, Canada. "Hello, Korea." I murmured as I looked through the window.
* * *
"Elphena! Over here!" a familiar voice stood out from the fusion of engine roaring and people chattering. I scanned around and finally spotted my favourite girl in a black French braid.
"Liselle!" I smiled. I made my way to her black Ford Escape and threw my arms around her. I was so relieved that she flew back here in Korea a few days before I do. After struggling together in Capilano University for four whole years, we'd finally kicked Bachelor of Arts' butt. It's a good thing that Liselle was born here in Seoul ; she came back every summer to visit her relatives. She could be my guardian for the rest of my stay here. :P
"How was your flight, girl?" my Korean buddy asked. She put her black shades on and set the engine of her car alive.
"Pretty good, until I fell asleep and dreamed of nearly kissing Kyuhyun." I groaned.
"What's with that?" Lisells laughed, "Shouldn't you be happy that you're dreaming about your hubby?"
"It's just that I don't want to be like every other fan girl."
"You already are one of those fan girls."
"I know. I'm just...I'm tired of living in the fantasy." I slumped.
"Mwo ya...you're blaming yourself for falling head over heels in love with a Korean idol. Oh girl, you need to see a therapist or something."
"Honestly I wish I can withdraw myself away from Super Junior fever for a while."
"Why?"
I traced my finger around the car window, "Remember the time when I almost got an F on my final paper big time? I watched way too many Super Junior videos till I had to cram at the last minute, and I slept for only half an hour! Geez...hashtag college life."
"Hashtag college plus die-hard fan life." Liselle giggled.
"It's not funny, Liz."
"Come on! You're here in Seoul! Who knows, you'll see Kyuhyun in person."
"Oh! That'll be amazing! But I doubt that would happen."
"Really, you're just gonna act like that." Liz sighed, "What's bugging you besides dreaming about your future prince charming?"
I sat up straight and checked my phone, "I'm worried about my first full-time job."
"But you've done jobs before. Why are you feeling nervous?"
"Because this is my first time teaching a university-level classroom."
"It's kind of like what you did with your internship in Osaka last year." Liselle pointed out. She suddenly steered the wheel a little too sharp to the right that the car nearly hit the curb.
"Watch your driving, Liz!" I barked.
"My bad." she laughed.
A four-way intersection with traffic lights approached before us. Liselle pressed her right foot against the brake and the car stopped the exact way a beginner would do to pass a driver's test. "What were we talking about again?" she said as she pushed her shades that slid down from the bridge of her nose, "Oh yes! It's the same thing. It's just that the students are older."
"I guess...but what if they don't like my teaching?"
"You'll teach creative writing." Liz pointed out, "It's your specialty."
"I know, it's just..."
"Elphena Azure Wong," Liz said, "you have the talent. That time when you teach poetry and fiction writing to the Japanese students was a bliss, right? You inspire them to find their voice. And I'm positive that you'll inspire your new students too."
I sensed that she glanced at me for looking like a neutral-face goth. She reached out to the stereo and played one of my favourite Super Junior songs.
Swing never never give up
Shortly, I found myself singing gibberish to the song. Liselle followed along.
"I guess there's only one way to find out." I grinned.
"Atta girl!" Liz smiled back.
The song was about to end when suddenly it was switched to the piano intro of Taeyang's "Wedding Dress".
"Hey! What the hell?"
"Sorry. My hand slipped."
"Really. You're just wanting to play your bias' songs just to rub it in my face."
"Hey! My car, my music!" Liz ordered, "Next time when you drive, you can play your SuJu songs, deal?"
"Sure, whatever." I agreed.
* * *
"Welcome to my abode!" Liz deepened her voice, pretending that she's a butler.
I dragged my luggage through the mahogany door and into a cozy-looking living room that was connected to the kitchen and dining room.
"Nice house." I complimented.
"I know. I know." she smiled proudly.
"So you stay here every summer?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. We always had the whole family over for barbecue. Those were the best times."
"What about this summer?"
"Well, I'm not sure actually. My parents pass the key to me. They say nothing about summer plans this year, which is odd."
"Huh, I see."
I followed her upstairs to an empty bedroom with a readily-made bed and a bare desk.
"And this is your room." she smiled.
"Awesome!" I nodded, pulling my suitcase to a corner.
RINGGGGG!
"Oh! I wonder who that could be?" Liz gasped, "I'll be right back!"
She dashed downstairs while I unbuttoned my coat and started unpacking my stuff. The room was a little stuffy so I opened the window to allow the cool spring air to sneak in. The first thing that was in front of my eyes while I unzipped my suitcase was a DIY photo frame. It wasn't just any handmade masterpiece. It was a calendar cardboard base wrapped in university magazine cutouts. Both sides had two cardboard rectangles each with little flaps on top and bottom. Super Junior photo cards were slid into the rectangles. I was proud of making it. In fact, it was better than having a bunch of posters pasted on your walls like a teenager's nerd world. All I need was Super Junior's handsomeness and cuteness in this DIY frame.
"Hey, Elphena! Come down! Guess who's on TV!" Liz's voice echoed.
A question mark floated in my head as I placed it on the desk and climbed down the stairs. The sound of cameras shuttering could be heard from the living room. It was the paparazzi, but it fitted into the television screen. And the person who was surrounded by the reporters was none other than Cho Kyuhyun, the youngest gem of Super Junior.
I squeaked and smiled real big. I got to see him on the Korean news! Liz came by with the home phone in her right hand. "I can't even read the Korean characters." I laughed. "Don't worry, I can teach you Korean." Liz winked. Our eyes were glued to the screen. Kyuhyun was walking out of the glass doors of Incheon airport with his black mask covered half of his face. "What does the words say?" I asked. "Kyuhyun returns from Abu Dhabi." she replied.
Oh right! He was there for K-Con. I saw fan cams of him mimicking an Arab fan's screams while walking down the aisle. He also spoke a few Arabic phrases, that was super sweet of him to think about the Arab ELFs. Well, what can I say? He's just a thoughtful, kind, caring person. A gentleman, if I would describe him succinctly.
"Aww, look at you, all smiley seeing your Oppa." Liz snickered.
"You would do the same if you see Taeyang." I chipped in.
"Yeah, I know."
"So...what's for dinner?"
DING DONG!
"This." Liz smiled and went to the front door.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She opened the door to see a delivery man carrying a bag with two food containers.
"Seung Hyuk ssi! Annyeong Haseyo!" Liz bowed and took the bag.
"Who's this?"
"This guy," Liz turned around, "works for my mom."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah! He has been working at my mom's restaurant for about a decade."
"Shut up!" I exclaimed.
The man lifted his red cap and returned my gaze with a friendly smile.
"My mom knows that we're moving in here, so she sends him here to deliver us some jajangmyeon."
"Jajangmyeon? As in black bean sauce noodles? Awesome!"
"Kamsahaminda,Seung Hyuk ssi!" Liz bowed. I quickly bowed too. He waved goodbye and left.
"How's that for your first meal in Korea?" Liz chuckled.
"That's why you're my friend, Liz!" I smiled.
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