| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“Because he is a coward.”
“Is that the reason?”
“Do you think it is not the reason?” Yoochun raised an eyebrow at him.
“I think that is the root, but not the entity of why you are angry.”
“Root?”
“I suspect you are angry at Junsu for ruining the good image that you have of him in your...mind.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“We create images of people in our own mind. The one you created of Junsu was one of kindness, happiness, and close to perfection.”
“‘Close to perfection’?”
“‘Close’ and not quite ‘perfect’ because you would only create a completely ‘perfect’ image for someone you’re in love with. You told me that once.”
“Right, I did,” Yoochun murmured. Then he frowned, “What are you trying to say?”
“Men of our time grew up being taught that being a coward is a sin. A man is less than a dog when he is a coward. Being a coward is a flaw. Junsu, refusing to help that storekeeper, created this flaw in the close to perfect image that you had created of him in your mind,” Yunho explained. “You are disappointed that he is flawed because you so desperately wanted to hang onto the close to perfect image of him.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you care very much for him.”
“You mean I love him?” Yoochun’s eyes widened.
“As a friend or a brother, yes. It would be ridiculous to say that you are in love with him as a lover. That is not possible, after all,” Yunho pointed out.
“Yes, ridiculous and impossible,” Yoochun nodded in agreement.
“So now that you know the true reason why you are angry at him, how about apologizing? He did buy you Mandu and remembered the hot sauce.”
Yoochun sighed and looked at the cell phone Yunho was handing him. “Do you think he will forgive me for being angry at him for a ridiculous reason?”
“It is not a ridiculous reason. Even a child will cry when he/she realizes that his/her hero has flaws.”
“He is not my hero.”
Yunho smiled a little. “No, he is more than that.”
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“He refuses to pick up.”
“Still?”
It was already the next morning and Yoochun had spent most of last night trying to call Junsu. While Yunho tried to sleep on the couch in the room, Yoochun stayed up the whole night staring at his cell phone.
“This modern technology that they use, ‘Caller ID’, it can be useful, but it can be a flaw as well,” Yoochun frowned at the cell phone in his hand.
“The modern time and our ancient time have many differences. I do not think one is better than the other though.”
Yoochun nodded. He looked outside and realized that there was no Sun. For some reason, that made him think of Junsu’s smile…or the lack of it.
“How are you feeling?”
Yoochun and Yunho turned their heads to see Kibum.
“Good morning, Kibum.”
Kibum nodded and smiled. “How is your arm?”
“The doctor said that I am recovering fast. She gave me the choice of leaving today or tomorrow,” Yoochun explained.
“Which do you prefer? Just let me know and I’ll have my assistant take care of the bill and the paperwork for you.”
“Thank you,” Yoochun smiled at the kind man. “Please promise to deduct the money from my salary.”
“There is no need.”
“I insist,” Yoochun pleaded.
Kibum smiled. “Okay then.”
He made a quick phone call before informing the two that all will be ready soon. “Shall I call Junsu to have him come pick you up?”
Yoochun looked down sadly. “I am afraid he is still angry at me.”
“Are you the one at fault in this fight?” Kibum wondered.
“There is no saying who is at fault. In the end, I just do not want this to ruin our friendship,” Yoochun explained.
Kibum nodded. “How do you plan to get back on his good side? It would be a pity to see you lose this friendship.”
“Can you help me?”
Kibum glanced at his watch. “I have a meeting with several professionals to discuss your experiment. How about I give you your paycheck in advance and you decide on what you can buy Junsu to make him smile again?”
The way Kibum spoke, it seemed like Junsu wouldn’t be smiling at all as long as the fight continued. Yoochun wondered if the fight would mean that much to Junsu.
“Thank you very much, Kibum, but it will not be necessary. We do have money on us,” Yoochun replied.
“Really?”
“Yes, I know Junsu seems greedy, but he is not as bad as you think. He made sure Yunho and I each had a cell phone and money and a piece of paper with the house address on it just in case we get lost,” Yoochun informed with a proud smile.
Kibum’s calm eyes were on Yoochun’s smile before a small smirk form on his own lips. “My apologies for misunderstanding him then. I need to go now. My assistant will be here to inform you as soon as you are able to leave.”
Yoochun and Yunho bowed with gratitude and watched as the younger man left.
“How do you plan to ask for forgiveness?” Yunho inquired.
“Kibum suggested buying him something. What can I buy him?”
“Let’s call Jaejoong for help,” Yunho suggested. He hadn’t seen Jaejoong all day, most probably because the blond man was at work. It would be nice to hear his voice though.
“Good idea,” Yoochun reached for the cell phone on the desk.
Yunho immediately volunteered, “I will call him for you.”
Before Yoochun could reply, Yunho was already listening to the first ring.
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“This is amazing!”
“We’ve never been this busy since…forever!”
“Hurry and clean that table so we can seat another costumer!”
“Your order is ready!”
The ‘Timeless Restaurant’ staff was running all over the place, shocked that there was a line of people standing outside the restaurant to eat.
Jaejoong was in the kitchen cooking and cooking and finally heard his cell phone ring.
“Hello? Cinderfella? What’s wrong? Wait, I can’t hear you. Wait, wait, hold on.”
All Jaejoong could hear was the clattering of cooking equipments and people shouting. He finished up two more platters and laid them out on a plate. Seeing that everyone was too busy to take the platters out to the designated table on the ticket, he decided to do it.
When he walked out of the kitchen, he could hear Yunho’s voice from the other line. “Okay, what’s up?”
“‘What’s up?’” Yunho repeated in a confused voice. Then, in an uncertain tone, he replied, “Um…the sun?”
Jaejoong giggled and customers stared at him. He ignored the stares and found the designated table to put the two platters on it. “Enjoy!” he told the customers before walking off.
“Jaejoong, what are you doing out here? There are orders that you need to cook!” his boss exclaimed.
“Quick phone call, boss,” he flashed his signature grin. His boss sighed and ran off to clean a table or two.
“What’s wrong, Cinderfella?” Jaejoong grinned, all too brightly, as he spoke into the phone. Eavesdroppers were confused by the nickname and even more, why the man was grinning when the other person on the other line couldn’t even see it. “What? You want to know what to buy Junsu to ask him for forgiveness? Oh, Yoochun wants to know…”
“Jaejoong! Orders!” someone shouted from the kitchen.
Unable to think under pressure, Jaejoong’s eyes wandered. He saw a corner table where a couple sat. The guy presented the girl with flowers and a box of chocolate and the girl was grinning like crazy.
“Flowers and chocolate,” Jaejoong quickly replied to Yunho. “I have to go now. I’ll talk to you later, Cinderfella.”
“Thank you, Jaejoong,” was Yunho’s last words, but he did not hang up. He was waiting for Jaejoong to hang up. Jaejoong was reluctant.
But he hung up anyway.