| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“Can I have some water?” Yoochun coughed. Kibum stood up to pour him some water.
Junsu frowned even more.
“Are we going to go buy food and have a picnic in here? That’ll be fun!” Jaejoong grinned. Changmin rolled his eyes.
“Sorry for making you wait in the car,” Yoochun was talking to Yunho after thanking Kibum for the water.
“Su-ie, you’re hurting me,” Jaejoong pointed at the tight grip Junsu had on his arm.
Still frowning, Junsu released Jaejoong’s arm and stomped back over to Yoochun. “That’s it? You’re just going to apologize to Yunho? What about us? You scared the life out of us because you wouldn’t mind your own business! And look at my bruises!”
Yoochun’s eyes were cold as he looked at Junsu. “I did not ask you to help, nor did I expect you to.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You had no intention to help the weak storekeeper. I did not expect you to have the courage to assist me either.”
“Now you’re calling me a coward?” Junsu exclaimed. His shouting was a contrast to Yoochun’s calm, cool voice.
“I do not know how else to describe you.”
Junsu’s eyes widened with anger. “It’s called minding your own business! I don’t know how it worked in the ancient past, but it’s the modern time now! You mind your own business and let the authorities take care of the problems!”
“If the authorities were doing their job, we would not have experienced the scene. The weak need to be helped,” Yoochun argued.
“You helped him, all right, and then got hurt in the process! If you’re not capable then you shouldn’t have helped in the first place,” Junsu glared.
“At least I tried.”
“You tried and failed. That’s worse than not trying! That gang leader is still roaming and who knows if they’ll continue what they’ve always been doing!”
“Actually, the police said that they are interrogating the gang members that Yoochun had knocked unconscious in attempt to find the gang leader. The police will also be keeping a more stringent watch on the area,” Changmin informed.
Kibum looked at Changmin with amusement. He was speaking with facts, but Kibum was shocked that he wasn’t being biased towards Junsu (since those facts would benefit Yoochun’s argument).
“See?” Yoochun exclaimed.
“That…that means the police are doing their job! You still should have stayed out of it! Now we have to visit you in the hospital and the hospital bill is a lot of money too!”
No one missed the flicker of anger in Yoochun’s eyes. “That’s it isn’t it? Money! You don’t want to pay those bills then don’t! You don’t want to be bothered to come visit me, then don’t do that either!”
Everyone was shocked by his outburst, even Junsu. But Junsu clenched his fist and pretended to not be scared. He held his chin up and tried to look confident. “Who are you to be throwing a tantrum at me? You still owe me money!”
“Why is it always money with you? Can you not think of anything else? Even when we were watching the storekeeper being bullied, you could only think about being late for work and having a deduction on your paycheck!”
“Why can’t I be greedy? Money is dependant and reliable! It’s reality! I don’t know how it worked in your time, but in this day and age, you can’t survive without money! We have bills to pay! Open your eyes; you’re in the modern times now! You can’t go around being heroic without thinking about consequences!”
“Like Robin Hood?” Jaejoong peeped. He shut up when Junsu and Yoochun glared at him. Changmin rolled his eyes while Kibum and Yunho remained silent. They couldn’t understand why Yoochun and Junsu were so angry.
“I can only pray for the day when I can return to my own time,” Yoochun retorted.
Junsu felt like he’d been slapped. So what was Yoochun saying? That Junsu made him want to return to his time? That he couldn’t stand being around Junsu anymore?
Well, fine, then, but Kim Junsu will have the last word!
“I can’t wait till Kibum finds a way to send you back, the sooner the better!” Junsu shouted loudly before running out of the hospital room.
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“Why are you so angry?” Jaejoong had a confused frown on his brows as he tapped his cheek with an index finger. The three were sitting on a bench outside the hospital.
“Because he’s an idiot. He deserves to be yelled at so he won’t go doing something stupid again,” Junsu retorted, still in a bad mood.
“Yoochun is like that. He’s courageous and selfless so you can’t blame him for wanting to help,” Changmin reasoned.
“You guys didn’t see the fight scene! You guys didn’t see that guy pointing the gun at him! What if the bullet didn’t hit his arm? What if…what if it hit…” Junsu bit his lower lip and didn’t even want to say it. He didn’t want to imagine it.
Changmin’s eyes were observing Junsu closely, but the shorter man was drowning too deep in his frustration to notice.
But then, Changmin wasn’t sure. What was Junsu drowning in? Frustration? Anger? Fear?
Love?
“But we’re all friends. We should love each other,” Jaejoong pouted. “Don’t be mad at him.”
“I don’t love him! I hate him! If he didn’t ruin my lottery ticket, I’d be rich! If he didn’t owe me money, I wouldn’t even bother to keep him around!”
“You don’t mean that,” Jaejoong said.
“I mean every word.”
“But you don’t mean every sentence. You never mean anything you say when you’re angry,” the blond man said. He looked over at Changmin. “Don’t you have anything to say about this?”
Changmin looked at Jaejoong, then at Junsu. Then he turned back to Jaejoong. “Why did you get your hair dyed? It looks weird.”
Jaejoong wanted so much to say, ‘You noticed?’
But instead, he said, “I’ll do what I like! We’re trying to calm Junsu right now.”
“We can’t calm him. Let ‘Time’ do it. I’m sure Junsu can’t hate Yoochun for very long.”
Junsu glared at him. “Want to bet?”
“No, because you’ll pretend to be angry at him for the sake of the bet. Come on; let’s go get you something to eat. You haven’t eaten since this morning. It’s not good for you.”
“Where are we going?” Jaejoong grinned.
“How about that restaurant down the street? They have the best Mandu,” Changmin suggested.
“Okay!” Jaejoong readily agreed.
At the restaurant, Jaejoong and Changmin each ordered a platter of Mandu. Junsu ordered three.
“Are you sure you want three platters? One platter comes with a lot,” Changmin informed.
“I’m starving and you said that the Mandu is good,” Junsu replied.
The food came quick and they each finished a platter.
“I’m so full,” Jaejoong leaned back into the chair and rubbed his tummy.
“I told you, you wouldn’t be able to finish that,” Changmin pointed at Junsu’s second and third platter that he hadn’t even touched.
“Box it and take it to the hospital for Yunho and Kibum. We shouldn’t waste food,” Junsu tried to layer his voice with indifference, as if he hadn’t planned this all along.
“Only for Cinderfella and Kibummie?” Jaejoong asked.
“Yeah,” Junsu frowned. He waved for a waitress and asked for a box. He remembered to ask for a small container of hot sauce too, mentioning it three times to make sure the waitress didn’t forget.
“Yunho doesn’t eat spicy stuff,” Jaejoong pointed out.
“Well…then…they can throw it away. Or maybe Kibum likes hot sauce. You don’t know if he doesn’t,” Junsu stammered.
“You don’t know if he does either,” Changmin pointed out.
“Then they can throw it away!” Junsu pouted. His expression threatened to throw his fist around if either of the two said anymore.
Changmin glanced at his watch and saw that it was eight o’clock. Kibum had mentioned that he would be leaving the hospital at seven-thirty. But it was probably best to not mention this to Junsu.
Besides, Junsu probably already knew, seeing that he was glancing at his watch with an approving nod.
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“There are two orders,” Jaejoong placed the bag on the table. “Kibum is gone?”
“He left around seven-thirty for a meeting,” Yunho informed.
“Oh, then that’s perfect! One for Cinderfella and one for Yoochunie. Here’s hot sauce for you, Yoochunnie.”
“Thank you, Jaejoong,” Yoochun smiled at him.
“Su-ie ordered the hot sauce for you. He nagged the waitress to remember,” Jaejoong pointed out.
Yoochun’s smile faded as he looked at the container of red sauce.
“Yoochunie, we’re all friends. I still don’t understand why you’re angry at him or why he’s angry at you, but friends should love each other,” Jaejoong placed a hand on Yoochun’s shoulder. He almost looked like a little kid asking his parents to stop fighting.
Yoochun sighed. “Thank you, Jaejoong.”
“You owe Su-ie a ‘thank you’. I need to go now before that evil Changmin drives off without me.”
“Do you want me to walk you down there?” Yunho offered, not knowing why he would do that.
“You don’t have to do that. I’m not a girl!” Jaejoong laughed. “Good-night, guys. Call me if you need anything…or…call Su-ie first.”
He made a failed attempt to wink and skipped out of the room. Yunho’s eyes followed until the blond man turned the corner.
No, definitely not a girl.
“Yunho?”
“Hmm?” the older man turned his eyes to the man on the bed.
“Eat, you are probably starving.”
“Yoochun, why are you angry at Junsu anyway?” Yunho felt the need to ask.