| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
He picked up the home phone to call his cell phone. No pick up. He called Changmin.
“Changmin! Changmin! I can’t find my cell phone! What do I do?”
“Junsu, calm down. It broke during yesterday’s fist fight, remember?”
[F.l.a.s.h.b.a.c.k]
“Get some sleep, you’re tired,” Changmin smiled softly at the shorter man who’d thrown himself onto the sofa. “Don’t worry about coming to my house tomorrow either.”
“I’m going to really feel these bruises tomorrow,” Junsu groaned.
Changmin sat down next to him and helped him take off his jacket. Then those same hands settled on his shoulders to help relax his tense muscles.
“How is that?”
“Perfect,” Junsu grinned as he began to fold his jacket. That was when the object in the pocket fell out.
“What is it?” Changmin inquired, still massaging Junsu’s shoulders.
“My cell phone,” Junsu pouted, opening the phone and seeing no reaction. “Certified: Dead.”
Changmin laughed at Junsu’s pout. “Must have broken during the fist fight.”
“Now I have to buy another one. I got this one for a good price too! Hmph, stupid Yoochun.”
[E.n.d.F.l.a.s.h.b.a.c.k]
“Oh, right, I forgot,” Junsu scratched the side of his head with an index finger.
“Are you okay, Junsu?”
“Yes, yes, perfectly fine. The bruises aren’t hurting as much either. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay, I’ll stop by later. Bye.”
Changmin waited for Junsu to hang up. When he did, Junsu landed back on the couch and sighed. What was wrong with him?
Stupid Yoochun.
His eyes were beginning to close when the entrance door opened. He nearly jumped out of his skin, thinking it was a robber. Talk about being tense.
It was Stupid Yoochun. It was Yoochun with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate!
“Hello,” Yoochun greeted as he closed the door behind him, still standing at the door.
Junsu stood up from the couch and looked him up and down, eyes settling on Yoochun’s wounded arm a little longer. “What are you doing?”
“These…are for you,” Yoochun took several steps closer to present him with the flowers and chocolate.
“Wh…what…I…but…this…why…I mean…you…” Junsu stammered as he accepted the gifts.
“Just say ‘Thank you, I forgive you.’”
“Uh…Thank you, I forgive you,” Junsu repeated dumbly.
Yoochun smiled and Junsu felt even dumber. “Thank you.”
Yoochun sat down on the couch and Junsu sat down next to him. He wasn’t sure of what to say. He wasn’t sure what these gifts really meant.
“I find it awkward that flowers and this candy called ‘chocolate’ is what friends give to each other in the modern time,” he spoke.
“What?” Junsu’s mouth dropped open.
“In the ancient time, when men want to make peace with our friends, we treat them to alcohol and a grand meal.”
Friends? He thought friends gave each other flowers and chocolates?
“Oh,” Junsu murmured, looking down at the flowers.
“I hope you like those. Yunho and I had to ask many people for directions to locate a place to purchase these.”
“Oh,” Junsu murmured again, unsure of why he felt…disappointed.
“For some reason, when I saw this combination, I thought they would be used by a man to apologize to his woman. It just seemed more appropriate, but I guess my views are quite narrowed compared to people of the modern time,” Yoochun continued.
“Yeah, people are more…open these days,” Junsu mumbled. So open that yeah, it could be considered normal for a friend to present another friend with flowers and chocolate.
“Still, I do not think what I did was wrong,” he said, eyes on the ceiling. He was sitting, legs a certain angle apart and back perfectly straight. Didn’t he get tired of that strict, manly posture?
“So you would do it again?” Junsu exclaimed, hands clenching the stems of the bouquet.
“Yes,” Yoochun spoke in his cool voice.
“Look, why don’t you just promise me that if there is a next time, you’ll run when I tell you to run?” Junsu suggested.
“I cannot make that promise,” the other man replied truthfully.
Junsu puffed his cheeks as he stared at Yoochun’s side view. He wanted to continue to argue, continue to be angry…or maybe he didn’t.
“Fine, we’ll just have this fight again when it happens again,” he declared.
In a tired, but satisfied voice, Yoochun replied, “Very well.”
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“What is this?”
“Chocolate, you want some?”
“You don’t like chocolate,” Changmin pointed out.
Junsu sighed and stared at the beautifully wrapped box. “I know. Yoochun got it for me to make peace between us.”
“Yoochun?”
“Yeah, we’re friends again. So when he looked tired, I tucked the poor guy in and he’s probably snoring away right now,” Junsu’s eyes moved to glance into the hallway and wished he could see into the guestroom from the living room.
Changmin didn’t like that Junsu looked…depressed.
“I bought you something.”
Even that didn’t make Junsu’s eyes light up. “Hmm?” he turned to Changmin with tired eyes.
Changmin smiled and presented Junsu with a box. He opened it to reveal the latest cell phone model and it was even his favorite color!
“Wow, you shouldn’t have!” Junsu finally grinned.
“You lost your cell phone while trying to help Yoochun. You deserve this,” Changmin tilted his head slightly, happy to see Junsu smile again.
“Thanks, Changmin! You’re awesome! I love this!” the older man cheered as he slipped the chip in and began testing out the cell phone. Changmin not only had the chip prepared, but had inputted the entire necessary address book for Junsu. After all, they had the same friends.
Changmin, ever so prepared and caring and reliable.
Changmin, so unlike Stupid Yoochun.
“I’m going to go get something to drink. You want something?”
“Orange juice,” Junsu smiled in request. Changmin chuckled and stood up from the couch to walk into the kitchen.
He found some ripe oranges on the table so instead of pouring Junsu some store bought juice; he decided to take a little longer to squeeze fresh orange juice for the love of his life.
When he walked back out into the kitchen with the drinks, his heart broke. The cell phone was neglected on the table while Junsu was staring at the T.V. and munching on the chocolate.
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“Where’s Su-ie? Isn’t he supposed to follow you everywhere you go?” Jaejoong stood on his tip toes to look past Changmin’s shoulder. Changmin sighed and easily walked right into Jaejoong’s home.
“He’s with Yunho and Yoochun at Kim Kibum’s home.”
“Really? They made up? Good! Poor baby must have been scared to death for Yoochunnie’s life. I should bake him some…”
“How can you not notice?” Changmin interrupted.
Jaejoong blinked. “What?”
“How can you not notice that Junsu is in love with Park Yoochun? Aren’t you the least bit jealous?”
Jaejoong blinked again. Then he remembered that he had to be jealous.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. They’re just really good friends.”
Between ‘Jealousy’ and ‘Denial’, Jaejoong was better at ‘Denial’.
“No, you’re just really blind.”
“Do you want to pick a fight?” Jaejoong’s eyes turned into glaring slits.
“Stop being oblivious, Jaejoong. Kim Junsu is in love with Park Yoochun. We can’t let that happen!”
Jaejoong looked down at the beanie he had taken off when he saw Changmin through the peeping hole. He’d taken the hat off to show off his platinum blond hair.
“What do we do then?”
“As much as I hate to say this, we have to work together to make sure he doesn’t fall any deeper than he already has.”
“Work together?”
“For God’s sake, Junsu ate the chocolate that Yoochun bought him! Junsu hates chocolate!” Changmin exclaimed. Jaejoong blinked, wondering if he’d ever seen Changmin so…crazy before.
“You’re right. It is tough enough I have to deal with you. Yoochunnie will only make it more difficult for me,” Jaejoong rubbed his chin and frowned.
Changmin rolled his eyes.
“So we need to keep them apart until Kibummie finds a way to send Yoochunnie and Cinderfella back?” Jaejoong observed.
Changmin sighed. “I still refuse to believe that they’re from the past. I just know that whatever Kim Kibum comes up with, we’ll have to figure out a way to manipulate it into a reason to make Yoochun leave Junsu.”
And they couldn’t make it obvious that they were the masterminds behind it…because Junsu would only hate them.
“Does Su-ie know that he’s in love with Yoochunnie? I mean, love can be blinding,” Jaejoong murmured.
“I don’t think so and I’m not sure if Yoochun returns his feelings. But it would be best if Junsu continues to be blind to his love for Yoochun.”