| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
He didn’t look shocked. Because he knew this was coming.
“Kim Junsu!”
“You owe me a new door,” Junsu easily replied as he turned a page.
“You owe me an explanation! You told me you’d give me time! You promised to wait!”
“Did I promise? As I recall, I just nodded. A nod can have many interpretations: it can mean a ‘promise’…or it could mean a ‘lie’,” Junsu countered, still looking calm and collected.
Changmin looked like he was about to wring his good friend’s neck. “But you shouldn’t have gone and had your dad fire Kibum like that!”
“I had him pull some strings to force Jung Yunho to quit his job too. Should I be telling you this?” Junsu looked up at Changmin with daring eyes.
“Damn it!” Changmin grabbed the front of Junsu’s shirt and dragged him up from the couch. They met eye to eye. “How can you be so selfish? How can you so easily hurt other people and…?”
“How is it not easy? It’s certainly easier to hurt than to love!” Junsu shouted back. He pushed Changmin away and stood on his own feet.
“You…”
“They started it! They got in my way! If they’d mind their own businesses, I wouldn’t hurt them! An eye for an eye, Changmin. If you don’t hurt people, then people will hurt you!”
“An eye for an eye makes the world blind!” Changmin exclaimed.
“Then we’ll be blind together! I’m not going to let them hurt me! I’m not going to let them take Yoochun away from me!”
“‘Me’, ‘me’, ‘me’! Why is it always about you? Can’t you think about other people?”
“For my enemies? They’re my enemies!” Junsu shouted.
“Fine, don’t consider their feelings, but what about your father?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You easily picked up the phone and asked…no, you ordered him to fire Kibum. Did you ever wonder how he felt about it?” Changmin could feel his fists shake as he grew angrier.
“He wanted to help me!”
“Did he? I ran into his office and he wouldn’t even look at me! He couldn’t even raise his head to look into my eyes! Do you notice that your father is depressed? Did you ever consider how guilty he would feel if he fired Kibum? He’d feel guilty towards me, as if he’d hurt me! And he did hurt me! You forced him to hurt someone he loves!”
“Bullshit! He doesn’t feel any guilt and he’s not depressed!”
“How would you know? Have you taken the time to notice? Have you stopped thinking about yourself long enough to consider other people’s feelings?”
“Has Jung Yunho stopped thinking about himself long enough to consider that Yoochun and I are happy together?” Junsu retorted.
“You stole Yoochun from him!” Changmin shouted. The second those words exited his mouth; Junsu’s palm met his cheek. Eyes wide, Changmin could only stare in shock. His own hand touched his cheek, the sting and the emotional pain of the slap burning memories into his heart.
Junsu seemed shocked for a moment at his own actions, but he recovered quickly. “Shut up! Just shut the hell up!”
“You know it’s the truth! You know that you’re the third person! Jung Yunho isn’t the third wheel, you are! And you’ll slap me to keep the truth from being voiced!” Changmin raised his voice again.
“I don’t care! What matters now is that Yoochun is married to me! We’re happy together! I won’t let Jung Yunho take him away!”
“Are you really happy?” Changmin had stopped shouting. His asked the question with a whisper, yet it hit harder than any yelling.
Junsu took in a deep breath and tried to calm himself. His heartbeat was quick and he felt like he was suffocating. He looked up at Changmin with pain-filled eyes. “You don’t understand, Changmin! I couldn’t sleep last night. I kept…I kept waking up to nightmares. I kept dreaming of…of losing Yoochun! I’m getting nightmares because I’m afraid of losing him!”
“No, Junsu,” Changmin murmured. “You’re not getting nightmares because you’re afraid you’ll lose him. You’re getting nightmares because of the guilt. It’s catching up to you.”
“No! I don’t give a damn for guilt! Fear of losing him is causing the nightmares! To get rid of the nightmares, I just have to get rid of Jung Yunho and anyone else who is helping him! I’m already having someone investigate the blond man. I’ll figure out where he works and everything else about him. Then I’ll get rid of him too,” Junsu spoke with a determined voice.
Changmin felt his heart wrench as he watched his best friend. “Junsu, don’t be like this. This isn’t you.”
Junsu met Changmin’s pitying eyes with a glare. “Isn’t it? Didn’t you always call me ruthless and selfish? You know how I am! I always get what I want! I’m always the winner!”
“The nightmares won’t go away because the cause isn’t…”
“Shut up! The stronger man wins! I’m stronger, smarter, and better than Jung Yunho! He won’t win! He won’t!”
“Look at you! You can’t sleep, you can’t eat! You’re always paranoid! It’s bad for you and it’s bad for the baby! Just learn to let go!”
“Damn it, shut up! All I need to know is whether you’re on my side. If you’re going to help me, then I’ll let you stay. If you’re going to keep preaching then get the hell out of my life!”
Changmin watched the mad man in front of him. He could no longer see the weak, terrified friend that he wanted to hug and protect. Kim Junsu hadn’t changed. He was still, and forever will be, the monster that he always was. Changmin was stupid to believe that he had changed, that Park Yoochun had changed him.
Changmin felt himself giving up. Feeling tired and weak, he unclenched his fists.
“I won’t help you,” he whispered, not even able to recognize his own voice.
Head lowered, shoulders weighed down by disappointment and pain, he turned around and walked out of the mansion.
Junsu watched the taller man exit through the door and disappear from his eyes. A headache washed over him and his arms unconsciously rose to wrap around his shivering body. He felt so cold, so lonely.
But this wouldn’t last. He wouldn’t let Changmin’s betrayal hurt him. He wouldn’t.
Settling back down onto the couch—because he wanted to, not because he needed to—Junsu peeled off a layer of newspaper on the coffee table to uncover a folder. Inside it was fake evidence that Appa had hired someone to create. Junsu had made sure they were sent to him so that he could review them, to make sure that these fake evidences to put Kim Kibum and Jung Yunho in jail would be flawless.
And they were.
Now he only needed to give them to his father, who would then carry out the rest of his plan. This would work. If Changmin got in the way, then Junsu would…handle it too.
Not wanting to think about what Changmin would do or what he would be forced to do to Changmin, Junsu moved to pick up the phone. He dialed a number.
“Hello?”
“Appa? Can you come over to my house right now? I have some things to discuss with you.”
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Changmin told himself that he should turn around, go back to the mansion, go back to Junsu. And do what?
He knew Junsu wouldn’t stop at simply firing Kibum and Yunho. There would be more to come. He wouldn’t let them off the hook so easily. So should Changmin go back to stop him?
Or should Changmin go back and tell Junsu about Hankyung? Did he know that Yoochun would be returning tomorrow? He certainly couldn’t know that Jaejoong had planned on bringing Hankyung back. He wouldn’t know unless Changmin told him.
But Changmin won’t tell him. Let it happen. Let Hankyung talk to Yoochun. Let Yoochun find out. Let him confront Junsu. Let Hell break loose while Changmin minded his own business.
That was the perfect solution: to stay out of all this.
Changmin’s foot stepped harder on the accelerator and exceeded the speed limit. Instead of turning right to drive home, he turned left.
Go back to tell Junsu?
Or go to Kibum and tell him that Changmin didn’t tell Junsu about their plan? Maybe Kibum would forgive him.
But Changmin wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. Betray one or the other…or betray neither at all. And yet he’d still lose both.
His grip on the stirring wheel tightened as he drove faster, further.
Half an hour later, he passed a sign that informed him that he would be leaving Seoul and would be heading towards another city that was two hours away.
Good.
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“Junsu-ah?”
“Yoochun? You sound so tired,” Junsu spoke into the phone as he glanced at the clock, reading ‘10:00’.
“I feel like I could sleep for a week,” Yoochun chuckled. Junsu missed the sound.
“Go to sleep.”
“I still need to rework the contract. I went all over Tokyo today to gather information for a case study. I spent the whole day preparing and practicing. I’m presenting to him tomorrow and if it goes well, he’ll sign it on the spot.”
“Take care of yourself,” Junsu murmured with concern.
He could almost hear the smile on Yoochun’s lips. “I’ll leave it to you to take care of me when I get back.”