| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
Did Junsu act normal and cheerful towards Yoochun? When Yoochun wasn’t looking, was he lost in his own sea of depression? Was he a victim of his father’s controlling and cynical behaviors as well?
The next minute happened too quickly for Yoochun to react. Through the spattering of rain drops, he heard the loud honking first, and then the sound of a scream. His head lifted slightly at the same time as Junsu to see what was going on.
But unlike Yoochun, Junsu had reacted quickly. He dropped the umbrella in his hands and ran into the middle of the streets, nearly tripping on the wet streets.
Yoochun watched in horror as Junsu ran in front of the honking car and pushed a smaller figure out of the way. Seconds later, the car, probably driven by a drunk, had sped off while Junsu and the smaller figure were lying on the other side of the street.
Yoochun quickly ran over to them to see that Junsu had hugged the child tightly to prevent injuries. A woman ran up to them and thanked Junsu madly for saving her son.
Junsu had fallen hard on his side, the cement of the ground scraping the side of his cheek and ripping the sleeve of his shirt. He was soaking wet with dirt on his clothes, but he was still smiling.
“You’re very welcome,” he told the woman after he and the child were standing. He knelt down to the crying boy’s height and Yoochun did not miss the slight cringe of pain in his expression. In a sweet voice, he told the child, “Don’t run into the streets like that, okay? You’ll worry your Mommy.”
The crying child nodded at him before turning to look at his mother. “Sorry, Mommy.”
Yoochun liked the smile he saw on Junsu’s face after the child hugged his mother. A few more expressions of gratitude later, the woman walked off with her son.
Yoochun had stood there silently, holding the umbrella over himself and Junsu. Junsu’s umbrella lied on the other side of the streets.
“Thank you,” Junsu smiled at him. “I’ll go retrieve my umbrella.”
“You don’t…” Yoochun began, but Junsu had already limped off into the rain again. Yoochun watched as the younger man pick up his own umbrella and crossed the streets again to return to Yoochun’s side.
“Okay, let’s go,” Junsu said.
“Do you want to go to the hospital? You’re limping,” Yoochun spoke. Junsu seemed to be grinning at the fact that Yoochun had spoken to him a second time and with kind words.
“I’ll be fine,” Junsu assured. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
Worry? Park Yoochun worry about a Kim? That irritated Yoochun.
So he just masked his façade with an uncaring expression and walked into the parking lot. Junsu followed behind.
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They had driven separate vehicles. Junsu had drove a safe distances behind Yoochun, as if watching over him. That irritated Yoochun even more. He didn’t like that Junsu was so kind and caring…because he could feel his own defense crumbling.
So he drove faster, surpassing the speed limit and eventually running a red light to leave Junsu behind to wait for a green light.
Now he sat in the parking lot of the mansion, waiting to see Junsu pull in soon after. Ten minutes later, he still did not see Junsu’s car.
It couldn’t be possible to take him that long. So where was he?
Fifteen minutes in, Yoochun found himself worrying. Yes, Park Yoochun was worrying about a Kim.
But this Kim was different. He did nothing to hurt Yoochun. His father was the mastermind, not him. Even more, Kim Junsu was a kind and caring person. He saved a child without much of a second thought, uncaring whether it dirtied his clothes or put him at risk for a fever. In conclusion, he did not deserve to be treated badly because of what his father had done.
Hell, for all Yoochun knew, he was probably forced into his marriage by his father too!
His father probably treated him poorly, showering him with money, but never love. Wasn’t that always how those ruthless rich men were?
Yoochun glanced at his watch. Sixteen minutes was coming soon and still no sign of Junsu.
More than ‘worried’, Yoochun put his vehicle into gear and backed up the car. He drove out of the lot and retraced the road from the company.
He saw Junsu’s car on the side of the road, but the headlights were not flashing. The rain did not allow Yoochun a clear view into the car so he had to stop his own car and put his umbrella to use again.
He looked into the window on the driver’s seat and saw Junsu sitting there, eyes closed, but the pain in his brows were obvious. Was he hurting? Did the fall cause more injuries than Yoochun had seen?
But then, Yoochun hadn’t been very sensitive to his injuries.
Feeling his heartbeat quicken, Yoochun knocked on the window. Junsu did not move. He knocked even harder, even resorting to shouting, “Kim Junsu! Kim Junsu, unlock the car!”
Finally, Junsu’s head began to move and his eyes slowly opened. Looking dazed and tired, he reached to unlock the doors.
Upon hearing the indicating sound, Yoochun pulled open the door and placed his hand on Junsu’s forehead. “Are you okay? Where does it hurt? I’ll take you to the hospital.”
“No, no, I’m just tired. I was sleepy so I pulled over for a little bit. I feel better now. I can drive.”
Yoochun looked over at his own car, then back at Junsu. “Drive slowly and carefully. I’ll be driving behind you in case you need anything. It’s only a couple more streets to the house. Do you think you can handle it?”
Junsu smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”
Trying to not look worried, Yoochun closed the door and ran back to his own vehicle. As he followed behind Junsu’s car, he noticed that Junsu was driving at a faster speed than he should have.
He was tired and yet he was speeding? Why? So he can get home and sleep? How dangerous and childish!
When they were safely in the parking lot of the mansion, Yoochun rushed over to Junsu’s car with a frown. “Do you realize how fast you were going? On those slippery roads, you wouldn’t have been able to control the wheel if anything happened!” he exclaimed.
Junsu looked down sadly. “I’m sorry. I know you told me to drive slowly and carefully. But it is late and I didn’t want to bother you for too long so I drove faster.”
He’d sped for Yoochun’s sake. Because Yoochun was trailing him, he didn’t want to bother Yoochun with such a chore. And Yoochun had thrown a tantrum at him.
Yoochun ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Sorry.”
Junsu’s head lifted and his eyes widened when he heard the word. A forgiving smile formed on his lips and Yoochun felt the guilt punch him a second time. “You don’t have to be sorry. I should apologize for taking up your time. I’ll be fine from here. You should go to sleep early since you’ve been working all day.”
Yoochun wanted to offer help, to tell Junsu to rest early too, but he couldn’t find the words. It just didn’t feel comfortable and his pride still would not allow him to admit that he cared for Kim Junsu.
Without another word, he turned around to walk into the mansion, leaving Junsu alone.
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Yoochun walked out of the office and downstairs. He used the guest restroom to shower and change into clothes that he had stashed in the office as well.
Feeling fresh and awake, he entered the kitchen, expecting to see Junsu.
He didn’t see Junsu.
Predicting that last night’s incident had caused more damage than Junsu had admitted, Yoochun walked back upstairs and towards the master bedroom. The door was locked.
“Are you in there?” Yoochun knocked.
“I’m fine, thank you,” a hoarse voice replied. Yoochun had to strain his ears in order to hear it.
“Are you sure? Do you need a doctor?” Yoochun offered.
“I’m fine,” the same tired voice replied.
“Fine,” Yoochun frowned. He turned his back to the door, but could not take another step. Frowning even more, he turned back to face the door. “Open the door!”
“I’m fine,” the same reply came.
“You don’t sound ‘fine’. Now open the door!” Yoochun resorted to banging on the door.
“Please, leave. I’ll be fine.”
“If you don’t open the door right now, I’ll knock it down!” Yoochun threatened. He was preparing his leg to kick the door open when Junsu finally gave in.
He opened the door and was smiling at Yoochun. “I’m sorry, did you need something? Are you hungry? I can cook you breakfast.”
Yoochun felt a slight ache in his heart when he saw Junsu’s pale face; an angel with a fever. The scar on his cheek, caused by the rough cement of the sidewalk from yesterday, seemed darker now in contrast with his pale skin.
“Not in this condition,” Yoochun frowned. He easily pushed the door open and turned Junsu around. He pulled Junsu towards the bed and pushed the younger man down onto the mattress. “Lie down.”
“But your breakfast…”
“I don’t need you infecting the breakfast and get me sick too,” Yoochun retorted. He regretted it immediately when he saw Junsu’s guilty expression.
Unable to say anymore, he pushed Junsu down into a lying position and pulled the blanket over his body. Then he walked back downstairs to retrieve a towel and a bucket of water.
When Yoochun returned to the bedroom, Junsu was not in the bed.