| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
Second, he felt the ropes around his body: tying his arms behind his back, tying his ankles tightly side by side.
Third, he heard the squeak, “Aha!”
Park Yoochun could not hide the shock in his eyes, but he did not allow his eyes to widen. His expression remained frozen as he eyed the man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Meanwhile, the man was smirking and giving him an evil glare. This amused Yoochun.
“Finally, awake? Don’t try to free yourself, I’ve got you all tied up with death knots on those ropes! I used to be a Boy Scout, after all!”
Yoochun didn’t know what a ‘Boy Scout’ was, but figured it must be something amazing for the man to be boasting about it.
Yoochun couldn’t quite understand why the man’s clothes were so…odd. They were not only in the form of unfamiliar designs, but they were also in bright colors. What kind of man would wear a combination of pink and white clothing?
“Now,” he began again as he pulled an odd looking dagger out from somewhere and swayed it back and forth in front of Yoochun’s eyes. “Tell me how to get your sword out of that sheath or I’ll poke you with this.”
‘Poke’? With a dagger? What kind of man would use such language…and as a threat?
Yoochun’s expression remained the same: no emotions at all. That seemed to annoy his captor.
“Fine, not afraid of death? How about I draw pictures on your face with the tip of this knife? You won’t be pretty anymore!” he threatened.
‘Pretty’? A man didn’t need to be ‘pretty’. What kind of threat was that?
Yoochun still didn’t show any physical responses, nor did he speak a word. He didn’t have a reason to. Instead, he concentrated on releasing himself from the ropes…unknown to his captor.
His captor was frowning, the frown made his features less…feminine.
“Fine, not afraid of that either? Then I’ll do something that will make you very, very afraid!” he said, pausing to wait for a frightened response from Yoochun. No response. “Don’t make me resort to my last resort! You’ll regret it!”
Yoochun blinked once, but his cool expression did not change. Almost…
“If you don’t start talking then I’m going to rape you!”
‘Rape’? That was his ‘last resort’? Ridiculous! A man and a man could never…
Yoochun’s expression finally changed (his eyes widening) when his captor jumped forward and was lying right on top of him! Those soft lips landed on his own lips and Yoochun released the burst of energy that he had been concentrating on gathering. The knots were forced apart and the ropes fell limply onto the floor.
With more strength than the average person, Yoochun easily pushed his captor away and raised himself up into a standing position.
Now he stood tall, staring down at his fallen captor who was rubbing at his rear. Yoochun didn’t know what kind of clothing the man was wearing, but the piece that covered his lower body was obviously too small in size.
“What the…the rope…how did you…?”
“Where is my sword?” Yoochun interrupted his stammering. He watched with cool eyes as the man in white and pink stood up in front of him.
“If I give it to you, will you give me back my lottery ticket?”
Yoochun’s eyes showed that he had no idea what this ‘lottery ticket’ was.
“The paper! The paper that’s stuck in your sheath! I need it!” the man reminded Yoochun.
“I promised to return it to you if you promised to assist me. Since you have broken your promise and even resorting to threats to obtain your belonging…then I do not see a reason for me to keep my promise. I do not respect people who use threats to have their way.”
“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry! I’ll help you!”
“You are not trustworthy.”
“That’s not news to me,” the man rolled his eyes. “Now, please, just give me the paper!”
“After I elicit some information from you.”
“Okay, okay, take a seat. You question, I answer. Then you give me the paper.”
The man sat down and Yoochun followed. The seat was odd, but then, so was everything else in his surrounding.
“Where am I?”
“My house.”
This place was a house? But those solid walls and the door…the door didn’t seem capable of sliding and the walls were not made of wood. What were they made out of?
“What country is this?”
“South Korea.”
“Why do you say ‘South’?”
“Because there’s a North and a South,” the man replied, looking at Yoochun like he was looking at the stupidest person on Earth.
“No, there is only one Korea.”
“That ended in the 1900s. Man, you must have failed history class.”
“1900s? What are you speaking of? It is currently the year 1504.”
Yoochun watched the man’s jaw drop, his eyes traveled from Yoochun’s eyes to his boots, then back up.
“Look, after much thought, I’ve come to a conclusion. You’re a supporting actor, or a cameo, in a movie. You somehow wandered off during the shoot and your crew left without you.”
Yoochun couldn’t understand what ‘cameo’ or ‘movie’ meant. “What are you saying?”
“And I’ve concluded something else. You probably tripped and fell on your head. That’s why you’ve gone crazy and think that you’re from the ancient times.”
“Crazy?” Yoochun murmured.
“At first I thought you’d escaped from an asylum…but that wouldn’t explain your clothes and sword,” the man continued to talk.
There was that word, ‘asylum’, again. What did it mean?
“I am not crazy. I was…” he paused to recollect the events of earlier. “I was running away. Then there was a storm, causing a mysterious spiral shaped…”
“A tornado?” the man offered.
“I do not know. I had never seen it in my life…until then. It swept me off my feet and then…the lightning. I was struck by lightning.”
“That’s not possible. You’d be dead!”
“I thought the same. I lost consciousness and thought I would die. But then I woke up, feeling like I had only taken a short nap,” Yoochun explained. The man wasn’t just looking at him like he was stupid; he looked at him like Yoochun was really crazy. “I woke up in a field, surrounded by tall grass. My head was in pain, but I was able to move. I walked and walked and then I saw large metal object.”
“You mean my car?”
“‘Car’?”
“Okay! Stop creeping me out! You’re a good actor! I admit!” the man exclaimed.
“I am not an actor, nor am I insane,” Yoochun assured in his deep voice.
“It’s easier to believe that you’re insane than to believe that you were struck by lightning and managed to travel into the future…er…the present…er…whatever!”
“Travel into the future?”
“Stop it! Time travel isn’t possible! Is this some kind of prank? Is there a hidden camera somewhere?” the man started turning from left to right as if searching for something.
Yoochun had never heard the word ‘prank’ or ‘camera’ before. What did they mean?
“What year is it?”
“2009, you dork.”
Yoochun’s eyes wandered his surrounding. Was it possible that he had traveled into the future? But...how?
“It is not 1504?”
“Stop being a creep! You look nothing like you’re over 500 years old! I’ve been pranked! I get it! Now where’s the camera?”
“What is a ‘camera’?”
“Stop it!” the man squealed. Yoochun found the noise amusing.
“I am not acting. I was born in 1479,” Yoochun spoke in a serious tone.
The other man sighed with exaggeration. “Okay, fine! So you were struck by lightning and traveled into the future! I believe you! How about giving me that paper so I can go get the money and then I’ll hire someone to help you return to the past?”
“You believe that I came from the past?”
“I don’t see any other explanation,” the man replied. Somehow, Yoochun felt as if the man was speaking false words.
“And it is possible for you to hire someone to return me to the past?”
“Do you want to return to the past? I tell you, you’ll miss out on a lot of good stuff.”
“Good stuff?”
“Yeah, hamburgers and cell phones and already matched clothes on mannequins and all that stuff,” the man said. He eyed Yoochun carefully to see if Yoochun would show any sign that he knew what the man was talking about.
Yoochun only showed the sign of confusion. He had never heard of ‘hamburgers’, ‘cell phones’, or ‘mannequins’.
“No, I am sure that I want to return to my own time,” Yoochun replied.
“Okay then, I’ll go get the sword,” the man stood up and walked into what looked like a hallway.
Yoochun remained sitting, allowing his eyes to wander. Everything seemed so strange. Was he really in the future? What else could explain this phenomenon?
Yoochun returned his eyes to the hallway when he heard the sound of barking and the stranger’s squeaky voice shouting, “Get back in, boy! Sit, sit! I said sit! Stop it!”
‘Boy’? Was there another person in there? But the barking…
The stranger reappeared with his sword, but there was no one else following him.
“Here, take out your sword,” the man shoved Yoochun’s sword in his face. Yoochun easily took it, his curious eyes taking a quick glance towards the hallway again. “Hurry!”