| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
He stopped shouting in anger when he heard the sound from the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom. Yoochun quickly ran into the bathroom to see Junsu on the floor, next to the toilet as if he had just finished puking.
He HAD just finished puking!
Yoochun quickly knelt down next to Junsu and pulled his weak body away from the toilet. His head landed on Yoochun’s chest and he began to mumble incoherently, “Please, don’t leave me, please.”
“Junsu,” Yoochun shook him lightly.
Eyes closed, Junsu continued to mumble. His hand rose weakly to grab onto the front of Yoochun’s shirt, the area close to where his head was leaning on.
“Please don’t leave.”
Yoochun was shocked when he saw the tears leaking from the corner of Junsu’s eyes. Unconsciously, he wrapped his arms around the younger man to feel the shivers that ran through his weak body. “No one is going to leave you. Don’t worry,” Yoochun whispered lightly.
Yoochun slipped his arms under Junsu and steadied himself to pick the younger man up. He successfully brought Junsu back to the bed and then ran back into the bathroom to flush the toilet. Returning to the bedroom, he saw Junsu shivering on the bed.
Yoochun searched the drawers for more blankets, but could find none. There were only expensive clothes and accessories. In the last drawer, he found a box of old toys.
What was the grown man doing with a box of outdated old toys?
Yoochun didn’t have time to think about it. He heard Junsu’s mumbling of how cold it was and quickly ran back to the bed. He pulled Junsu into his arms and then managed to wrap the blanket tightly around the both of them. Body heat could beat any blanket.
“Try to sleep, you’ll feel better after you sleep,” Yoochun whispered into his ears.
“Can’t…sleep, sleep means…letting go. I don’t…don’t want to let go. Don’t leave me,” Junsu murmured, beads of stress forming on his forehead.
Yoochun dabbed the sweat away with his hand. “Sleep; I won’t leave you. I promise.”
“Promise…” Junsu murmured in an almost inaudible voice. He repeated ‘Promise’ several more times before giving in to sleep.
Yoochun felt Junsu’s soft breath on his neck and the shivering of the body in his arms. His hand rubbed Junsu’s arms in hope to relieve the shivers.
Yoochun looked around the room and realized that it was the first time he’d really been in the room…the master bedroom that he was supposed to share with his spouse.
His spouse.
This innocent man in his arms that he had treated unfairly from the beginning.
Yoochun looked at the mirror across the room and saw their reflection. They looked warm and bundled up on the corner of the bed.
His eyes aimed for the reflection of the face that was partially hidden in the shadow of his chin. The peaceful, yet pale, face worried him.
It worried Yoochun because Junsu was suffering. It worried Yoochun even more that he could no longer hate Kim Junsu.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Yoochun opened his eyes, but still saw darkness. From the slit in the curtains, he could see the barely visible moon. It was night. He’d fallen asleep.
Junsu was no longer in his arms.
Yoochun realized that he was lying comfortably on the bed with the blanket over him. He pushed the blanket off and climbed off the bed.
A very dim light in the corner of the room caught his eye. It was a night-light with an almost dying bulb. It was designed with a dolphin on the plastic piece that shielded the light bulb.
The childish night-light drew Yoochun’s mind back to the box of old toys he had seen in the drawer. Did these all belong to Junsu?
Where was Junsu?
Yoochun practically run out of the room to search for the younger man.
“Junsu!” he shouted as he flew down the stairs. He stopped yelling when he saw the figure sitting outside in the large yard.
Yoochun quietly slid the door aside as he stepped into the cold outdoors. He was angry at first that Junsu would be out in the cold when he was sick, but calmed himself when he saw that Junsu was warm in a parka and a scarf.
He was just sitting on the swinging bench, face turned up and eyes closed. A smile graced his lips. The moonlight made him like…beautiful.
Yoochun wanted to punch himself when he stepped on a branch, scaring Junsu out of his meditation.
Junsu stared at him with wide eyes, “Oh, hi. I didn’t hear you walk out.”
Yoochun was frowning at himself, but Junsu easily took it as Yoochun not being happy with him.
“Did I do something wrong again?” Junsu asked in an all too guilty voice. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing when you don’t even know what you did wrong? Or if you even did something wrong?” Yoochun spoke. He stood a safe distance away from Junsu.
“It’s usually my fault anyway,” Junsu smiled sadly.
Yoochun wanted to ask him what he meant by that. He wanted to ask what the sad smile meant. He wanted to ask what Junsu meant when he was mumbling ‘Don’t leave me’ earlier.
But he didn’t ask. It wasn’t any of his business.
“Yoochun-sshi,” Junsu spoke again. Yoochun blinked. “May I ask you to come take a seat next to me?”
Yoochun looked at Junsu’s nervous eyes. He looked as if a rejection from Yoochun would kill him. But something made Yoochun think that Junsu wasn’t a stranger to rejection…especially being the son of his father.
Without a word, Yoochun walked over to sit next to Junsu, but making sure that they did not touch.
“Thank you,” Junsu smiled more naturally now, more beautifully. He turned his head to face the sky again.
A small breeze passed and Yoochun felt himself shiver from the cold. He wanted to tell Junsu to go in before he got anymore sick than he already was.
“Yoochun-sshi,” Junsu spoke before Yoochun could. He was still looking up at the sky. “Can we be friends?”
Yoochun was shocked by the question. It became so easy to imagine Junsu as a little kid with an innocent heart.
Another force of wind blew by, messing up the angel’s chair. “It looks like it’s going to rain again. Go in,” Yoochun spoke in a dull tone.
Junsu turned to look at him and smiled sadly. He nodded and obediently stood up. But just as he was on his feet, his knees buckled and he began to fall.
Yoochun stood up immediately to catch him, but Junsu pulled his arm out of Yoochun’s way and clasped onto the side of the swinging bench with both hands. He balanced himself as he leaned against the metal bar of the swing.
Yoochun didn’t like that.
“I’m…I’m okay,” Junsu murmured. He forced a smile and looked at Yoochun, “There’s no need to bother you.”
Yoochun frowned. He sighed and finally spoke, “Friends are meant to bother each other.”
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
“Are you feeling better?”
“Much better, thank you,” Junsu grinned childishly.
“Are you sure? You couldn’t even stand on your own feet two days ago,” Yoochun verified.
“I couldn’t stand that night because I hadn’t eaten all day. I really do feel better now. All thanks to you,” Junsu assured.
“How’s your cheek?”
Junsu touched his cheek. “It’s just a little scar. I don’t think it’s anything that will cause me to never find a spouse,” he joked.
Yoochun smiled a little bit. First Junsu had asked to be friends. Now he was speaking as if they weren’t married. He was talking as if he was a single boy who had yet to find the person he was meant to marry.
That allowed Yoochun to relax around him. He was sure that Junsu was forced into this marriage too and maybe, one day, when the company was up and going again, Junsu would help Yoochun figure out a way to obtain a divorce.
“What do you want to eat today? I’ll cook.”
“No, you just came back from the company. You should rest.”
“I didn’t do much except sat there reading through a pile of files,” Yoochun allowed himself to sit on the edge of the bed. Junsu scooted over a little to make room for him.
“Really? Why?”
“The truth is…I’ve never been interested in business. With my father’s condition, I was suddenly thrust into the business world, but I didn’t—and still don’t—have a clue what’s going on around me.”
“I’m sorry,” Junsu murmured.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about. I bet you aren’t really into Business either.”
Junsu smiled. “What led you to that conclusion?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess it’s because I feel like you’re easy to read. You’re so simple and pure. I’m glad to have a friend like you.”
Junsu grinned. “Thank you! I am glad to be friends with you as well!”
Yoochun laughed as he ruffled Junsu’s hair. “You keep resting. I’ll go fix up some dinner.”
Junsu nodded and watched Yoochun walk out of the room.