| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“Changmin said that Jaejoong is busy picking up shifts because the other cook was fired,” Yoochun reacted in the same tone.
They sighed unanimously.
“I do not understand,” Yunho murmured.
“Neither do I. Why did he have to throw a tantrum like that? What was he so upset about?” Yoochun inquired as his eyes wandered the ceiling.
“Restaurants have closing times too. Why does Jaejoong not visit when he is not working?” Yunho questioned as he wiped the edge of his sword with a cloth.
“Perhaps Junsu is right. I am stupid for making sacrifices when Yoona only sees me as a friend, but why can’t he understand that stupidity is a part of being in love?” Yoochun tilted his head slightly as his eyes remained on a corner of the ceiling.
“Is Jaejoong angry at me? Did he find out that I talked to Changmin?” Yunho sighed at his reflection on the shiny blade.
Yoochun blinked and turned his head to look at Yunho. “What are you talking about? You are supposed to be listening to me talk about Junsu.”
Yunho blinked. “I thought you were supposed to listen to me talk about Jaejoong.”
“Jaejoong?”
“Junsu has not visited in the past three days because he is angry at you, but I do not understand why Jaejoong has not visited.”
“Oh,” Yoochun mumbled.
“Yoochun-ah, do you miss Junsu?”
“Well…yes. I would miss you too if I do not see you for three days…and if I knew that you were angry at me.”
“Are Junsu and I of the same status in your heart?”
Yoochun raised a confused eyebrow. “Is that a trick question?”
Yunho shook his head and sighed. “Never mind.”
After a moment of silence, Yoochun spoke again, “Do you think I should buy him flowers and chocolate again?”
Yunho stopped wiping the blade of his sword and did not move for several seconds. Then he tilted his head and met Yoochun’s eyes, “Yoochun, would your love for Yoona ever fade?”
Yoochun blinked. “Well…no, because it is true love.”
“But…why would the Heavens make her your true love if you are not able to be with her?”
“Remember when we were younger and I told you about a book I read? It included a poem about how humans are each born with only half of a soul.”
“Yes, I recall.”
“The poet suggested that one heart is the match for only one other. I no longer agree. It seems that it does not take one soul to fit one other. Life is not fair like that. Some of us are just not meant to have an ‘other half’.”
“Yes, the reality of life is that there will be people who will never find their true love,” Yunho paused. “Or if they do find their true love, there is no rule that he or she will return the love.”
“It seems I hold that fate. I hope you do not share the same destiny.”
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“How is he? Did he ask about me? Is he eating three meals a day? Does he look thinner?”
“Su-ie, stop bombarding him with questions,” Jaejoong pried Junsu away from Changmin.
“He didn’t ask. I walked in; they greeted me and then went back to playing chess.”
“Kibum taught them how to play chess?” Jaejoong chirped.
“Who cares?” Junsu exclaimed.
“Kibum asked instead and I told him that you’re back on the job and Jaejoong is picking up extra shifts,” Changmin continued.
“And?”
“They continued to play chess,” the tallest man finished dully.
Junsu’s eyes turned into slits and he glared at nothing in particular. “Idiot,” he mumbled.
“You’re giving yourself away, Su-ie,” Jaejoong patted his shoulder. “You’re supposed to be forgetting about him, not going crazy.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” Junsu breathed to calm his nerves. “No more thinking about him. No more. I’ll go make you guys something to eat.”
Hands twisting the ends of his black (yes, black) T-shirt, Junsu stomped into the kitchen. Changmin and Jaejoong remained in the living room.
“So he realized he’s in love with Yoochun, huh?” Changmin spoke in a casual tone.
“Yeah,” Jaejoong replied. He was the one who ordered Changmin to visit Kibum’s mansion everyday and make reports to them, claiming that Junsu and Yoochun were in another stupid fight. Jaejoong didn’t mention anything about Junsu realizing that he was in love with Yoochun, but Jaejoong was sure that Changmin was smart enough to figure it out on his own.
“How easy would it be for me to transfer false information back and forth in order to destroy his love for Yoochun?” Changmin inquired.
“Su-ie may appreciate it. He realizes he’s in love with Yoochunnie, but he also realizes that Yoochunnie is straight and in love with some girl in the past. Man, talk about having your heart stuck in the past…” Jaejoong grumbled.
“It’s best to not allow the heart to be stuck in the past and wait for the impossible,” Changmin pointed out.
Jaejoong looked into his eyes and couldn’t help, but wonder if there was another meaning to his words. Then he decided to change the subject, “You aren’t going to go crazy? You were the one afraid of Su-ie figuring out that he loves Yoochunnie.”
“Why would I need to go crazy? Yoochun does not return Junsu’s loves.”
“True,” Jaejoong said. “Next question, why did you so easily agree to play messenger? I expected you to put up a fight, but you’ve been on time with the news in the past three days.”
“Like I said, it would be easy to transfer false information and destroy his love for Yoochun,” Changmin replied, yet he knew his words did not feel like the truth.
“Was it false news when you said that all they cared about was beating each other at chess?” Jaejoong asked, referring to the earlier information Changmin had presented to them.
“No, that was not false news. They really did not ask.”
“Happy didn’t say anything at all?”
“No,” Changmin shook his head.
“Oh, okay, then, let’s go see which of Yoochunnie’s favorite dishes Su-ie has cooked up for us,” the blond man jumped up from his seat and skipped into the kitchen.
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Kibum stared through the window and into the beautiful blue sky. He recalled the events of the past days when Shim Changmin would come to the mansion. Kibum was pretty sure that he came to check up on Yoochun and Yunho…based on orders/requests by Junsu and Jaejoong.
Odd that Changmin would only speak few sentences to the two and did not even follow them when they excused themselves to spar in the garden or return to their rooms. As a matter of fact, Changmin would stay in the living room with Kibum and they would debate about nothing.
Even more odd was that Kibum enjoyed wasting his time on useless debates with Shim Changmin.
Then he recalled the day when Changmin had been in this office, looking angry that Kibum had purposely led Yoochun into talking about his fiancée in front of Junsu. It worried Kibum that he could no longer use Changmin to interrupt the love that was blooming between Kim Junsu and Park Yoochun.
Kibum didn’t like to worry, just like he didn’t like to depend on other people.
The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He turned the chair around to greet Yoochun, “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” Yoochun smiled as he walked in to take a seat in front of the large desk.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, thank you,” Yoochun smiled. “Yunho is still sleeping though. He seems to be waking up later than usual these days…as if he does not sleep at night.”
“Perhaps he is worried about the experiment. We are at a critical point,” Kibum suggested.
“Perhaps,” Yoochun nodded. “Did you have something about the experiment you want to talk to me about?”
“We are housemates and I do hope you see me as a friend. It does not always have to be business talk between us,” Kibum pointed out.
Yoochun grinned. “Yes, I agree. I am honored to be your friend. You are welcome to talk to me about anything, your troubles or your joys. It’s what friends are for. Treat me like you would treat your other friends.”
Kibum felt a hit on his defense and lowered his eyes to avoid seeing the warm friendliness in Yoochun’s eyes. “I…have no other friends,” he heard himself say.
Yoochun’s smile faded, not expecting those words. “You have us,” he smiled sincerely at the man sitting across the large desk.
Kibum saw the genuine smile and forced himself to look away, like he’d always done since the day he became acquainted with the five men. “Friendship is not a priority on my wish list.”
“Kibum…” Yoochun began.
“Yoochun,” Kibum interrupted. He had a purpose today and the result would not involve Yoochun dissecting his façade. “I see you as a friend, which is why I am so eager to accomplish this project. I realize that you are in love with Yoona and I admire the strength of your love.”
Yoochun smiled lightly. “Thank you.”
“The others, especially Junsu, may think you are an idiot for making such sacrifices, but they do not understand that you truly love her,” Kibum paused and Yoochun nodded, his eyes slightly sad at the mention of Junsu.
“I wish he would just understand and accept my decision,” Yoochun sighed. “We are friends after all.”
“Some decisions are not meant to be accepted or understood,” Kibum spoke. “For example, did you know that in this modern time, there exist same gender relationships?”
“Pardon?” Yoochun blinked in confusion.