| Fan Fiction |
by Kinra
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Pick up the phone, pick up the phone.
-Yeah?
-Where the hell have you been?!-I shouted to my poor cell phone from limited edition.
-At my apartment,-JaeJoong yawned.
-Yesterday Junsu came back home drunk, or should I say he was dragged by Micky?! Moreover all the time you’re staying with some girl, that one of us has already slept with, and now what? You’re knocking her? Com on, what’s wrong with you? We have stuff to do! Come back.
-Are you done with your bullshit?! You’re not my mommy Yunho, so shut the fuck up. I can do whatever I want to, and that’s not your fucking business. And if you say a word, even a one fucking tiny word wrong about HER again, you’ll regret it, believe me. We’ll talk later, don’t worry, I know the schedule.
And he hung up. What the hell this little whore is thinking about Hanging up my phone call?!
Aish, it’s all because of women! As always. Where’s women there’s trouble. And here you go, our little boy is showing his character.
-What’s wrong, hyung? -Taemin asked me when I joined the table again.
-Nothing.
-Chincha? You don’t look so well…
-No really, Tae, I’m fine, - I patted his back, - and so have you decided what you want to order already?
-Hyung…everything’s so expensive here…maybe we should leave…I know a really good place to eat by the corner, you can get ramen 10 times cheaper there.
-Ah, don’t worry, I already said it’s my treat.
Taemin nodded and smiled at me brightly.
Gosh, he really was cute, cuter then a girl…of course I can not compare him to my Jae, but it was good to spend time with Tae, since he always was so cheerful and innocent.
-So do you know how you’ll spend your birthday, Tae?-I asked him.
-Anyo, I thought to spend it with boys, but we have to practice today anyway…
-Don’t worry I can ask manager to let you out for tonight, you could come to our place…you know we would have fun with guys. You have to celebrate your birthday; you’ll never be eighteen again.
-Uhu, You’re right hyung, - he smiled again and nodded digging into his food again.
It’s good to be child, isn’t it?
But when I look back, I can’t find anything in my childhood that I would call good…
When I remember, my first clear memories begin from my primary school. The very first day when you open your classroom door, hoping to find new friends, new opportunities, and adventures.
-What’s wrong with you spiky head?-some kid asked seven years old me and threw a paper to my head.
Everyone laughed.
Maybe I really looked funny with second handed uniform, short messy hair and small face. I felt like an idiot and that was the way school made me feel, until I quit after finishing 10th grade. I guess then was when all the fun started.
My mother worked at night at some club I didn’t wanted even to hear the name; at day she would usually sleep, so I have all the way to do whatever I wanted. Don’t ask me about my father, I didn’t even know who he was. As for brothers and sisters…they were the kids on the streets, kids I would hang around or work with.
My first job was a dishwasher, nothing really impressive, right? Anyway with that some money I could gain, I was still able to keep up my hope to get away from here. But it wasn’t much, and the more jobs I had, the more that dream was fading away.
-Are you coming in?-Heechul asked me opening the door to our shack.
-I wanted to practice a bit more, you know, - I said.
-Come on, you are dancing to those old videos all the day, chill out.
-Fine, - I agreed and went down stairs.
The smell of smokes and sound of boss hit me, but it wasn’t a surprise since every day shack looked the same, sometimes more messy, sometimes more clean. Anyway as I laid on the old coach, which springs were already jumped out, Heechul came to me again.
-Do you need something?-I asked lightening up my cigarette.
-Well…yeah, there’s a deal, Yunho…I was at Lee’s place yesterday, and he gave me this offer…
-You know, I don’t fuck around with Lee.
-Yeah, but I mean, don’t we need bucks? And it’s a really great deal. We would need just to offer some stuff to others, sell it, and bring money, and of every deal, we would get our own percentage.
-What staff?
-Well…ordinary shit: pills, powders and other staff.
-You say it’s ordinary shit?! You know I don’t fuck around neither with Lee, nor with his shit.
-‘k, I just asked, it’s not like I’m telling ya to do it. Anyway we are talking about money here, not about the crumbs we get working our asses all day long. And if you don’t wanna join that’s your problem, but we with guys are going in.
So I needed money, I needed my guys to stay by my side, so fuck that some more dumb asses will get high. That’s not my business anyway.
We started rolling with weed and pills. Going to some parties and offering our goods. As we were kids from the streets no one really knew us, and we got off easily, that’s way business went well.
Out there we were nameless, people that don’t exist; we could come and leave as a shadow, that’s why we got our nicknames. Since I led the guys, pointing them what to do and saying things they should already know, everyone begin to call me U-know, and it suited me well. I wasn’t that lame kid from school anymore, with no money or respect, now I was someone, I had my place, my gang and my dirty money.
As the time flew we were getting more serious. Eventually I started hating this stuff, especially after that night.
We went to some strip club as we had new assortment delivered. Usually the dirtier place was, the more customers we would get. So the boss of the place wanted to make a deal and we did as always, but this time he didn’t want to pay all the price, and we couldn’t allow any discounts also, so the guy offered some girls to us for tonight, sure my friends got exited and I agreed, because it was a long time since they had some fun. They lived as orphans, and even if this was the only way to get some love, let it be this way then. We entered red room full of girls. I started counting the money as guys begin to fuck around, but it was hard to concentrate and I would always loose the number because of non stop moans.
-Could you fuck them a little bit quieter? - I asked them lifting my head up from the table.
In front of my eyes opened a scene full of boobs and cocks. I couldn’t really separate which body belonged to whom, because they all were going on each other as wild animals. I guess they tried some pills, and were already high, but that was against the law. We would never ever took pills or any other shit when we’re working, not to mention the fact that I didn’t like the thought of my guys trying that shit anyway.
I teared them off one by one away fro those boobs, when Heechul was the only left.
-Hey, fucker,-I called him.
And Heechul lifted his head up from naked women’s body, a body which belonged to my mother.
They both were laughing still don’t understanding how mad I was going to get. I smashed everything there I guess, after screaming what whore she was and what motherfucker he become. I couldn’t blame the powder, because it doesn’t get smelled by itself, And they wanted to fuck each other, like fucking animals let away from the rope, the powder doesn’t make you to do staff, it your brain that gets off the hook.
Then I realized that I actually never really had something that I still was that kid, that looser with messy hair, but just with new name.
I took my stuff and left the city with the first train.
Maybe if I had looked to everything through blurry eyes and dizzy head, it would have been funny. But now, it wasn’t at all. My mother worked to some dick as a whore, my friends were drug dealers and I was fucked up as hell also. Seems like nothing good to leave behind, right?
I moved to capital, worked shitty part time jobs again, and danced to some bands occasionally.
After job I would usually go to the park, and one night I noticed someone lying on the bench without any sigh of life. I came closer and saw a fragile girl’s body. She looked pretty but exhausted and skinny. I shook her, but she still was lifeless. I don’t know what got into me, but I carried her back to my one room apartment.
I prepared some food and soon she woke up confused.
-Don’t be afraid, I found you on the street and brought you to my apartment, you’ll be free to go after you eat, - I said to her,-is that okay?
She nodded and took a bowl with chopsticks.
-Thank you, - she said,-may I know your name?-she asked.
-Ah, yeah, sorry I forgot to introduce myself…I’m Yunho…U-know Yunho.
-U-know? What kind of name is that?-she laughed sweetly.
-It’s nickname; just call me Yunho, and what’s your name sweetie?
-Sweetie?! Are you a gay or something?
-No, why I should be?
-Because some people consider it quite homosexual to call other guy sweetie,-she said.
-A guy?! What, like you mean…you mean you’re a guy?!
-Do I have to show you my penis or something? Are you blind?-He showed me his ID card, which said ‘sex: male’, and I couldn’t really believe what it said.
That was how I met JaeJoong.
We got along well and started to hang around together and after we both went to audition for young talents (that was of course Jae’s idea, because I would never agree to do such a crazy thing) we became best friends.
And there’s nothing to tell more, because later on every detail of our life became headlines for magazines.
But right now it felt like I’m about to loose my friends again, loose to some women, maybe some whore, who was simply seducing guys. First Changmin, then Jae, what’s next?
I saw how broken-hearted Changmin looked and I wouldn’t bear to see Jae the same way. I won’t let this slut to take away my friends.
I’m not going to be left alone once again, and if they can not understand those lies of hers now, then I’ll have to open up their eyes and rip away the intruder that is making this mess all over.
-You’re sure, everything’s fine, hyung? You look weird, - Taemin asked waking me up from my thoughts.
-Lets go, we have stuff to do, - I said and walked away from the restaurant as Taemin followed behind my back.
We soon left the streets that I knew too well, streets filled with strangers, streets that were hiding so much dirt and shame…