| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
Yoochun found himself smiling every time he discovered something new about Junsu. Today, he discovered that Junsu did not only go out to eat at high class places because he came from a rich family. As a matter of fact, when he listed off some of his favorite restaurants, Yoochun was able to recognize them as places that were meant for people with average to low incomes.
“A restaurant doesn’t need to look expensive if the food is good,” Yoochun said.
“Yep!” Junsu eagerly agreed.
“How about you order for me too since you seem to know what’s good and what’s not?”
“Okay!”
Yoochun couldn’t help but chuckle at his happiness as the younger man analyzed the menu. It was two days ago that he had discovered Junsu’s passion for cooking. He could cook up a mean dish. Yoochun even regretted rejecting his delicious offerings on the couple of days following their marriage.
While Junsu was busy, Yoochun turned to observe the streets. Junsu had picked this table because he liked the scenery and having a large window made the restaurant seem less stuffy.
And that was how the coincidence happened; or maybe it was fate. Yoochun’s eyes widened when he saw the two people walking into the restaurant.
Yoochun’s eyes were on them the whole time as the hostess seated them in the only empty table left in the small restaurant. One of the two men finally saw Yoochun and froze in his steps.
“Yoochun…” he murmured.
Yoochun was glaring at the blond man next to him.
“Oh, is this Yoochun?” the shorter blond man looked at him with arrogant eyes.
Junsu, hearing the mocking voice that had said Yoochun’s name, looked up from the menu.
“Is…is there another seat?” the taller of the two men asked the hostess.
“I’m sorry, sir, this is the only one left,” the hostess informed. Junsu saw that Yoochun was glaring at them.
“I suddenly want to eat sushi. Let’s go to another restaurant…,” the blond man took a hold of the taller man’s hand. With a smirk and eyes on Yoochun’s glare, he finished, “…Boyfriend.”
Yoochun slammed his palm on the table and shot up from his seat. “‘Boyfriend’?” he shouted at the taller man.
“Let’s go,” the blond man dragged the taller man out of the restaurant. Junsu saw that the taller man had turned around to look at Yoochun before disappearing out of the door.
“Yoochun?” Junsu murmured, the menu covering the lower half of his face.
Yoochun was still glaring at the door. Without bothering to turn to Junsu, he said, “You order first. I’ll be back.”
Then he ran out of the restaurant, leaving Junsu to suffocate in the awkward eyes of everyone in the restaurant.
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“Yunho!” Yoochun shouted across the street.
Yunho turned around to look at him, but the blond man just kept dragging him away. Yoochun broke into a run and eventually caught up. He grabbed onto Yunho’s other arm, creating a tug-of-war between him and the blond man.
“Let go of him!” the blond man demanded.
“Yoochun…” Yunho murmured sadly.
“Who are you to tell me off?” Yoochun threw back weakly at the blond man. He refused to believe that this man was Yunho’s boyfriend.
“Didn’t you hear what I said at the restaurant?” he challenged.
Yoochun turned to look at Yunho, who was only looked down miserably. “Yunho, who is he?”
“Tell him, Yunnie,” the blond man said.
“Don’t call him that!” Yoochun warned through gritted teeth.
“I’m the one who has the right to call him that now, not you,” the blond man reminded.
“Jaejoong, let’s just go,” Yunho spoke tiredly.
“After you tell him who I am to you,” Jaejoong said.
“Yunho, who is he?” Yoochun forced himself to ask again. He was scared of the answer, but he had to know.
Yunho’s brows formed a frown and Yoochun wanted to brush it away. Without looking at Yoochun, Yunho answered, “Jaejoong…is my boyfri…”
“You’re lying!” Yoochun burst out. People in the streets stared in shock at the three men.
“Yoochun, stop…”
“Why are you lying? Is he blackmailing you? Why are you doing this?” Yoochun shook Yunho’s arm.
Still not looking at him, Yunho pushed Yoochun’s hand away. “My life…is no longer your business.”
Yoochun released a breath he had been holding in and it felt as if it was his last breath. He wished it was his last breath. He wanted to stop breathing, he wanted for his heart to stop beating because it simply hurt too much.
“You heard what he said. Now stop bothering him and stop standing at the bottom of his apartment complex every night,” Jaejoong spoke. Yunho looked at Jaejoong in shock when he heard the last statement. Then he turned to Yoochun with questioning, confused eyes.
Yoochun looked into Yunho’s eyes, begging for…for what? He did not know.
“Go back home, Mr. Park. You have a spouse waiting for you,” Jaejoong scoffed. He squeezed Yunho’s hand. “Let’s go, Yunnie.”
Yunho blinked to break the eye contact and turned his head away. He allowed Jaejoong to lead him away…from Yoochun.
Yoochun stood there, uncaring of the stairs. He watched Yunho’s back, becoming more distant. He wanted to run after him, to hug him, to hold him, and never let go.
But Yoochun reminded himself that he had to remember…he had already let go.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
That night, Yoochun returned to the mansion at around 3 a.m.—Yoochun wasn’t sure of the exact time, and frankly, he was too drunk to care.
He was leaning onto the door and trying to jab the key in when it opened and he stumbled forward, falling into the strong arms of a shorter man.
“Yoochun!”
Yoochun squint his eyes to look at the owner of the voice, but all he saw was a blur.
“Are you okay? Did you drive in this state? It’s dangerous to drive drunk!”
“I don’t care,” Yoochun slurred. “My life is no longer your business…no longer…your business.”
He pushed Junsu away and tried to stand on his own. He took two steps before tripping and falling onto the cold tiles.
“Yoochun!” Junsu knelt down next to him.
“Don’t touch me! I don’t need you! No longer your business!” Yoochun shouted.
“Yoochun, please, don’t be like this,” Junsu tried to help him stand. He pushed Junsu’s hands away.
“Don’t touch me!” he repeated, but this time, his voice cracked.
“Yoochun…”
“I have no right! I know I have no right to be jealous! I really know! But I can’t help it! I can’t!” he began to cry. That was when he felt the strong arms wrapping around him, sheltering him.
Yoochun clung onto the strength and the warmth. He hid his face against Junsu’s neck and the tears flowed. “Let it all out,” Junsu whispered in his ear.
The breath on his ear sent a warm feeling through Yoochun’s body. He shivered slightly and Junsu hugged him closer.
Yoochun pulled away slightly, just enough for him to look up at the person who was hugging him. The tears blurred his eyes and the alcohol blurred his mind. The pain blurred his heart.
Unable to see, he allowed his hands to feel. His hand moved towards the blurred face that was only inches from his own. He allowed his hands to roam, touching the soft cheek and trailing down to the soft lips.
“Yoochun…” Junsu murmured.
The alcohol blurred his senses. He thought he heard Yunho. He imagined Yunho. He wanted this person to be Yunho.
He allowed his hand to feel the soft hair and moved it until he found the soft skin of the nape. Securing his hand behind Junsu’s neck, he pulled the younger man down to close the gap between them.
Once their lips touched, Yoochun closed his eyes. The rest of the tears flowed down his cheeks and he allowed himself to drown in the kiss.
Yunho.
The love of his life.
The love he had pushed away.
The love that he was kissing.
Yunho.