| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“Hold on,” he turned around to run back to the door where Yoochun and Kibum stood. He told Yoochun, “Remember to eat on time.”
Yoochun nodded. Junsu smiled and turned back to run the couple of steps back to Changmin’s side. They walked a couple steps further from the mansion door when Junsu stopped.
“Wait, wait, one more thing,” Junsu told Changmin. He ran back to the door, where Yoochun and Kibum still stood. “You remember how to use the cell phone right? Just call me if you need anything.”
They didn’t notice that Kibum did not look confused when Junsu spoke as if Yoochun had never used a cell phone in his life.
Yoochun nodded again. Junsu smiled and turned back to run the added couple of steps back to Changmin’s side. They walked a couple more steps further when Junsu stopped again.
“Junsu,” Changmin lectured.
“One more thing!” Junsu assured as he ran back to Yoochun.
“Yes?” Yoochun smiled a little at the panting Junsu.
“Uh…” Junsu paused to think. “Drink a lot of water.”
Yoochun nodded. Kibum was watching with an amused expression, especially when he saw the annoyance on Changmin’s brows.
“Junsu, let’s go. You’re acting like a mother hen! Yoochun will be fine,” Changmin shouted.
“Okay, okay!” Junsu retorted. He smiled at Yoochun and waved, “Bye.”
Kibum noticed that Junsu only gave him a small bow instead of the smile and the cute wave before Junsu ran towards Changmin again.
Then, a couple steps later…
“Wait…”
“Kim Junsu!” Changmin exclaimed.
“One last thing!” Junsu pleaded. He turned around and was happy to see that Yoochun still stood at the door, watching them leave. Junsu knew Changmin would call him a ‘mother hen’ again if he ran back so he just formed a ‘megaphone’ with his hands and shouted loudly, “Remember to wash your hands before you eat and after you use the bathroom!”
Yoochun’s eyes widened and from the corner of his eyes, he saw Kibum trying to hold in a laugh. Yoochun’s face turned a shade of red.
“That’s enough!” Changmin grabbed Junsu’s hand and dragged him away.
Yoochun stood at the door until they were out of sight. For some reason, he felt a sense of loss. This was the same feeling he had experienced that day when Junsu had left him alone with Jaejoong and Yunho for Changmin’s meeting.
“Your friend cares very much for you,” Kibum’s voice drew his attention.
Yoochun turned to look at the shorter man. He nodded, “Yes, he does.”
“I have some paperwork to take care of. Care to join me in my office?” the shorter man invited. Yoochun nodded and followed.
Fifteen minutes later, Kibum was sitting behind his desk signing checks that were to be donated to charity. Yoochun was standing on the side of the desk, back straight and hands behind his back. He looked like a statue (especially since he hadn’t moved in the last ten minutes).
“There is no need to be so formal. Take a seat, Yoochun.”
“Thank you, Mr. Kim,” Yoochun bowed a little.
“Call me Kibum. You don’t mind me calling you by your first name, do you?”
“No, of course not,” Yoochun replied as he took a seat across from Kibum. Kibum had placed his silver pen down and was leaning casually into the chair.
“So tell me about yourself.”
Yoochun wondered what he could tell Kibum. That he was from the ancient past? That he was more than 500 years old? That he’d never had a job in his whole life?
No, Junsu told him not to mention anything about traveling from the past. That would scare the man or he may fire Yoochun for being ‘crazy’. But it wasn’t as if Yoochun was desperate for the job. He didn’t care.
Junsu cared, for the money. So Yoochun had to care, because he owed Junsu money…and possibly because Yoochun liked seeing how happy Junsu was when he thought about the large sum of money that came from the job.
“I am curious about why you would hire me when you only know my name,” Yoochun spoke. This was considered ‘something about yourself’.
Kibum shrugged casually. “I grew up with controlling parents. I like taking my life into my own hands so I do things that seem out of the ordinary to other people. I move on instinct and I only trust my instincts. My intuition told me that you would be able to protect me…along with your proven skills that were presented to me that day in the parking lot.”
Yoochun nodded. He believed that; because he was like that. He had rebelled against his parents as well.
“Are you not afraid that I am not reliable or that I am a thief?”
“If you were, you wouldn’t be asking me that question. And as I said, I trust my instincts,” Kibum smiled a friendly smile.
“Thank you,” Yoochun bowed his head slightly. “For believing that I am capable.”
“You can thank me by proving that you are capable and worth my trust.”
Yoochun nodded.
“What else are you curious about, Yoochun?”
Yoochun blinked, his eyes subtly wandering the large office. When Yoochun and Junsu had toured Kibum’s home, they had seen technology that even Junsu did not recognize (but Junsu had claimed that they were extremely ‘high-tech’ items).
“What is it you do, Kibum, if you do not mind me asking?”
“I don’t mind at all,” he was still smiling with charm. Yoochun noted that the man looked too young and innocent to be in a professional tuxedo and releasing such a strong aura of control and power. His smile was very friendly and quite soothing for the tense nerves. It was a dangerous talent.
“I challenge logic. I’ve been creating inventions to defy logic since I was twelve. I sponsor, as well as take part in, many scientific experiments to generate anything that anyone calls ‘impossible’.”
That caught Yoochun’s attention. The ‘impossible’? Changmin was always calling ‘Time Travel’ impossible.
Changmin had called Kibum a child prodigy, had confirmed Kibum’s extraordinary intelligence. So Yoochun had to wonder if Kibum would be able to help Yunho and him return to the past.
For the rest of the day, Kibum went ahead and shared some of his works with Yoochun. He explained facts thoroughly and each fact amazed Yoochun even more. As if by coincidence, one of the many experiments that Kibum showed Yoochun involved ‘Time Travel’.
“This file…” Yoochun saw a sheet of paper with calligraphy that he recognized. It was calligraphy from his time.
“That file has been put away for a while. At one point, I had concentrated on trying to prove that Time Travel is possible. Unfortunately, my research ended when all possible efforts failed,” Kibum explained.
“You…believe that Time Travel is possible?” Yoochun inquired curiously.
“Yes, I believe in the impossible. A person who won’t believe in the impossible will not be able to overcome it. This file has been put away for a while now, but I hope to recover it one day.”
Yoochun nodded as he stared down at the stack of papers, finding more sheets with calligraphy that he could read. There were paintings that he recognized were from his era, the artist, the style, the texture of the paper.
He wanted to ask Kibum some more questions, but he wasn’t sure. And before he knew it, time was up.
“Oh, it’s ten. I believe we agreed that your hours would be from seven in the morning to ten at night. You can leave now.”
Yoochun was still looking through the stacks of paper in the file labeled ‘Time Travel’. He kept staring at the calligraphy, the paintings and was reminded of how much he missed…
“Yoochun?”
Yoochun blinked and looked up at Kibum. “Sorry,” Yoochun apologized for ignoring Kibum’s words.
“Do you need a ride home? I can have my chauffer take you. See it as being part of the job benefits,” Kibum smiled.
Yoochun was sure that if he asked, Kibum would help. If he revealed the truth, Kibum would believe.
But still, Yoochun wanted to return home and talk this through with Junsu and Yunho…Yunho and Junsu. Yunho’s agreement being the most important, of course.
“No, Junsu said that he will be picking me up at ten,” Yoochun looked at the watch on his wrist. He’d spent a whole day learning how to recognize numbers and tell time. Junsu had spent that whole day by his side.
“Very well then, I have some more work to attend to. See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Yoochun unwillingly returned the file to Kibum and stood up to leave. Just as the butler let him out of the mansion, Junsu’s car pulled up in front of it.
“Hey!” Junsu got out of the car to open the door for Yoochun.
“Thank you,” Yoochun smiled as he got into the passenger seat.
“I’m slightly late because I had to drop Changmin off at his house first,” Junsu explained.
“You were just in time.”
Junsu ran back to settle in the driver’s seat. He reached over to buckle Yoochun’s seatbelt and then buckled his own. “So how was your first day?”
“It went well. We spent most of the time looking through his works and he taught me a lot.”
“Did you eat on time?”
“Yes, his chef is very talented,” Yoochun replied. Junsu noticed that there was something bothering Yoochun.
“What’s bothering you?”
“Bothering me?” Yoochun looked at him, wondering how he knew.
“Do you not like the job? You can always find another one, you know?”
Yoochun was shocked that Junsu would say that. Wasn’t it Junsu who had once told him that he should feel blessed because, in this day and age, it was difficult to find such a high paying job with such great benefits?
“No, I enjoy spending time with Kibum,” Yoochun assured, hoping that answer would wipe the frown away from Junsu’s brows.
It didn’t. Junsu was still frowning. Why?