| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
Junsu frowned and quickly grabbed onto Yoochun before he could reach the bully. “Let’s go already! We’re going to be late! Our salary gets deducted if we’re late! Yoochun!”
Yoochun turned his head sharply and frightened Junsu with his angry eyes. Junsu froze in place, releasing Yoochun’s arm. He’d never seen Yoochun angry (at him) before, and that scared Junsu. ‘Scared’…and something else.
And because Junsu had released his arm, Yoochun continued to take confident steps to confront the bully.
“What do you want, Shrimp?” the bully glared at the shorter man who had laid a hand on his shoulder.
Yoochun didn’t have to say a word. The bully began to feel a weird pressure on his shoulder (where Yoochun’s hand laid). Yoochun’s fingers curled and the sound of cackling bones could be heard along with the bully’s cry of pain. The store owner was released from the bully’s grip.
The larger man grew angry and used his other arm to swing a punch at Yoochun. Yoochun took a step backward and grabbed the bully’s shirt to throw him out of the store. Others gathered to watch the man with the incredible strength and even more incredible courage.
“Who are you?” the bully, on the ground with an arm that he couldn’t feel, glared up at Yoochun’s cold eyes.
“You are not worthy of my name, just as you are not worthy of using anyone else’s money. Do not let me see you hurting others again or I guarantee you that your arm will be the least of your worries,” Yoochun spoke in a powerful voice that Junsu didn’t know he was capable of.
Still glaring, the bully scampered away. The crowd clapped, but Yoochun did not bathe in the glory. He was too modest.
Meanwhile, Junsu ran to Yoochun’s side and patted his back. “Good job!”
Junsu didn’t like the unforgiving emotion in Yoochun’s eyes. His smile faded and his hand stopped touching Yoochun’s back. What was wrong?
“Yunho is waiting,” Yoochun spoke in the monotone voice he had used when they first met. Junsu thought that Yoochun had warmed up enough to him in the past weeks, enough for Yoochun to easily show emotion (instead of using that same boring, cold tone) to Junsu.
He was really angry at Junsu.
Why?
Junsu didn’t have time to ask. They suddenly noticed the crowd parting like the Red Sea and suddenly a batch of buff, large bullies were standing in front of them.
“This is why I told you to mind your own business!” Junsu shouted at Yoochun as he grabbed Yoochun’s hand, ready to run.
Yoochun wouldn’t run. He flung Junsu’s hand away, not caring if the younger man fell backwards onto his rear. The crowd went crazy and scurried back into their shops (locking the doors) to protect themselves and their customers. Of course, they still peaked through to see what would happen between the foreigner and the mob.
Yoochun met his challenge and knocked out the first dozen bullies who charged at him. When the other bullies had seen how skillful Yoochun was, they resorted to using weapons (knives, hammers, sticks, etc.). Junsu was hiding in a safe place that still allowed him to see Yoochun. He immediately dialed the emergency number to call for the police.
Then he saw the one weapon that Yoochun could not see, would not be able to dodge from.
There was the expensively clothed man standing behind the mob. From his clothes and his expression, Junsu could guess that he was probably the leader of the gang. And he wasn’t a happy leader. He looked incredibly pissed off because if this one man (Yoochun) could defeat all his men like this, how was the leader supposed to maintain his pride and respect in the illegal industry? So he was going to use dirty tricks…more specifically, his gun.
Junsu tried to think of something, anything. He couldn’t fight as well as Yoochun and he didn’t have his gun on him. The police weren’t there yet. Junsu didn’t want to get hurt. He didn’t want to die either. What if the bullet hit him? He was too young and too hot to die. Yoochun was too young (based on his looks) and too hot to die too.
His ears picked out Yoochun’s groan of pain from all the others and looked up to see the ambush. There were too many bullies and some had managed to land their weapons (thankfully not their knives) on Yoochun!
Junsu took in a deep breath and mumbled a quick prayer. He jumped out of his hiding place and was ready to use all the moves he had learned in self-defense class (which wasn’t much, compared to Yoochun’s skills). These bullies didn’t seem like ordinary bullies either. They had some skills of their own.
But Junsu tried not to think about that. He released a battle cry and charged for whoever and whatever. He just needed to hold off until the police got…
Junsu’s train of thought was cut off by the pain he felt from three punches and maybe two kicks.
“Junsu!” he heard Yoochun’s voice.
Junsu felt himself drop to the ground (on his knees) after a third kick was sent to his stomach, his eyes were squinting as he raised his head to see Yoochun push away the men who were attacking Junsu. From this angle, Yoochun looked ever so heroic and was fighting even better than before. Did adrenaline push him to be that good or was it because he was angry that those men had hurt Junsu?
Fewer and fewer bullies were standing and that worried Junsu even more. He turned his eyes to the gang’s leader and saw the bitter anger. Then he saw the raising of the gun.
“Yoochun! He has a gun!” Junsu shouted even though a punch to his chest made it hard to breathe.
Yoochun knocked another two out with a flying kick and stylishly landed on his feet. Yoochun turned to search for the ‘he’ who had the gun, but before he could settle his eyes on the gang leader, Yoochun heard the sound of a released bullet.
Junsu heard the sound of police siren, a released bullet, and his own scream. “Yoochun!”
The bullet pierced into Yoochun’s upper arm, causing a small splatter of blood. The impact caused a shocked Yoochun to clench his fists and his knee slightly bent as if ready to fall. But he wouldn’t fall. He regained his balance and knocked out the remaining three bullies who surrounded him.
The rest (including the gang leader) had already disappeared when they heard the sound of the police siren. Junsu ignored his own aches and ran to Yoochun’s side immediately.
“Oh, my God! Your arm! He shot your arm! You’re bleeding!” Junsu grabbed at Yoochun’s arm to examine the wound.
“Stop shaking my arm!” Yoochun exclaimed, pain in his eyes. “Do you think I am not in enough pain?”
Junsu gasped and raised his hands innocently (releasing Yoochun’s arm). “I didn’t shake your arm!” he defended, but then he looked at his own hands and saw that they were shaking on their own. He was so scared that he couldn’t even control his shaking hands. As a matter of fact, his whole body shook and shivered, especially at the sight of Yoochun’s blood.
It was amazing that he could still think logically and understand that a shot to the arm won’t kill Yoochun. But just because he wasn’t going crazy didn’t mean he didn’t care (too much) about Yoochun. And that is why Junsu should earn a gold star for not falling into hysteria at this moment.
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Yoochun found it amusing how doctors in the modern time dressed. He had been shocked when he was seated into what those uniformed men called a ‘wheelchair’ and was pushed into this place that was called a ‘hospital’. It was large and filled with many people, a lot of them wearing white clothing.
He had so many questions, but kept his mouth shut the whole time. He was transferred onto a bed and instructed to lie down. Amazement graced his eyes when Yoochun found that two women in white clothing were able to easily push the bed around. Were they extremely strong or was the bed another amazing invention of the modern century?
Yoochun didn’t ask. He wasn’t comfortable with these strangers and he refused to talk to Junsu.
So he did all he could to hide the fear, the confusion, the questions as he was pushed into a room with dim lights.
“The doctor will be in really soon. She’ll give you a shot that will put you to sleep before performing surgery to remove the bullet from your arm,” one woman who had pushed him into the dim room explained.
‘Doctor’? ‘She’? A female doctor? Wow.
To be polite, Yoochun nodded with a smile. The woman smiled back and then walked away. Yoochun had the urge to look around the room, but decided it was best to keep his eyes closed before his surrounding could confuse him even more. After all, he didn’t have Junsu by his side to explain everything to him.
The female doctor arrived soon after and Yoochun opened his tired eyes to look up at her. His wound was hurting, but the police had done something to prevent it from bleeding. Still, Yoochun couldn’t help but feel tired.
“Mr. Park, can you hear me?” the female doctor smiled down at him.
Yoochun wondered how she knew his last name. Junsu probably told her.
“Yes,” Yoochun managed to nod. He continued to stare at the female doctor. She looked so young and caring. The way she looked at him gave him a sense of…familiarity.
She began to explain the procedure to Yoochun and he could only pretend to understand. At least she warned him about the prick of the needle so that he did not jump up in hysteria when it entered his skin.
His body began to go numb and he could feel fatigue conquer his senses. The last thing he saw was the beautiful doctor smiling kindly at him, “Go ahead and sleep. You’ll be all better when you wake up.”
The last thing Yoochun remembered thinking about was of how much the doctor reminded him of the bride he was supposed to marry. But not as beautiful, not as sweet, not perfect.
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“Wow,” Jaejoong voiced after Junsu had finished telling the story of ‘Nosy Yoochun’.
“I told him to mind his own business! But no! He had to be nosy about it!” Junsu complained. His story-telling took longer than it should because he had spent half of the time complaining about how idiot/nosy/immature/stupid/etc. Yoochun was.
Junsu sat between Jaejoong and Changmin on one side of the hospital bed. Yunho and Kibum sat on the other side.
“You could have at least told Cinderfella! He sat in the car waiting for hours! Good thing we got him a cell phone! I knew it was a good thing that I put my name first on his speed-dial!” Jaejoong exclaimed. Changmin rolled his eyes. Yunho closed his eyes and released a sigh. Kibum raised his eyebrow.
‘Cinderfella?’
“I know, I know, but the police rushed us onto the ambulance. I completely forgot. Sorry, Yunho,” Junsu sent apologetic eyes towards the quiet man.
“I understand,” Yunho spoke. His voice was void of emotions, but his eyes said that he forgave.
“Do you need to be hospitalized?” Changmin changed the topic, looking at Junsu with worried eyes. He didn’t like seeing the bruises on pale skin.
“No, I should be fine,” Junsu replied.
“How long will Yoochun need to be hospitalized?” Kibum inquired. Changmin’s suspicious eyes shot towards Kibum. Kibum knew, but ignored his eyes.
“No longer than a week. The surgery went well,” Junsu answered. “But he’s not worth pitying. It’s his fault for being nosy.”
They heard a cough from the person on the bed. Yunho and Junsu stood up immediately to stand closer to the bed.
“How are you feeling?” Yunho inquired. Jaejoong smiled at how soft Yunho’s expression was when he looked down at Yoochun.
“The injury is a minor role to what you have inflicted on me in the past,” Yoochun’s hoarse voice joked.
Junsu was frowning. Yunho was standing over him, but so was Junsu. But Yoochun only looked at Yunho!