| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“May I have some water?” Yoochun inquired.
“Aish! Fine, I’ll go get it. You take out the sword!” the man exclaimed as he stood up and disappeared into what seemed like another room.
Yoochun looked down at his sword and easily removed it from its sheath.
“Yes!” he heard the cheer as the stranger came back with a glass of water. Yoochun removed the piece of paper from the tip of his sword and handed it to the man, trading it in for the glass of water.
Was it a glass of water? The item containing the water looked…weird to Yoochun’s eyes. Is this what a ‘cup’ would look like in the future? With a handle and pictures of a curved fish?
Yoochun took a drink of water while the other man was having a celebration with the piece of paper. Yoochun couldn’t understand why.
He set the water onto the small table in front of him and moved to return his sword to the sheath.
That’s when it all happened.
Whatever creature it was in the room had somehow managed to open the door and ran out into the living room. Yoochun instincts sent him into a defense mode as he yielded his sword at the creature. It was big, black, and barking.
Yoochun wondered if it was a dog or a wolf. Either way, it looked menacing.
It charged at Yoochun and he automatically attacked. The stranger leapt for his hand and prevented the sword from striking the creature. “No! You can’t kill it!”
“Such a creature will be harmful to humans,” Yoochun spoke, remembering an experience he once had when he was a child. He had been lost in a forest and a wolf had attacked him.
“No! It…”
The stranger was cut off as Yoochun tried to attack the creature again, both running around and breaking all the glass in the living room.
In the process of trying to stop Yoochun, the stranger was pushed around. In the shape of horrified confusion, the furry, black animal leapt at the man in pink and at the same time, Yoochun kicked the table in order to stop the creature in its path. The glass of water tipped and the liquid covered the floor.
The man in pink gasped and saw the sword coming down on the barking animal. “No!” he shouted as he raised his hands to stop the sword. Then his eyes widened in fear as the sword nearly made contact with his hands, possibly chopping off both of his hands. The ticket in his hand was dropped as he froze in horror.
Fortunately, Yoochun was skillful enough to stop the sword in time, before it drew blood or sliced off any hands.
Unfortunately, the ticket landed in the pool of water.
“My ticket!” the stranger shouted as he tried to grab for the ticket. He slipped on the pool of water and started staggering forward. He could have balanced himself if he would just lay his foot down, but refused to do so because he feared that he would step on the already wet ticket.
But Yoochun wasn’t afraid to put his feet down to gain balance. He made a short leap, caught a slim waist in his arm and…his boot landed right on top of the already wet paper.
Yoochun didn’t notice the paper. His body was slightly leaned forward, the stranger’s body close to his and…Yoochun realized that he’d never been this close to another man before.
“Let go!” the stranger shouted and pushed him away. Yoochun blinked and returned to reality. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the big, black, barking creature was suddenly in the corner, calm and sleeping.
But the man in pink was kneeling at his feet.
“You do not need to bow. I understand your gratitude,” Yoochun said as he looked down at the top of the man’s oddly short hair.
Then the man looked up and he saw wet, angry eyes. “Gratitude? You think I’m thankful to you for catching me? Move your foot!”
Confused, Yoochun lifted his right foot.
“The other foot!”
Yoochun lifted his left foot and finally, he realized that he had destroyed the piece of paper. Half of it was on the bottom of his boot while the other half was a blob on the floor.
The man pulled at Yoochun’s foot and scraped off the remains from his boot, cuddling the fragments in his hands. Yoochun noted that his head was low again and his shoulders were shaking as he knelt.
Then he heard the sob.
“It…was a piece of paper,” Yoochun tried.
“It was worth more than one million won!” the man in pink cried. “Do you understand? Money! Think of all that money!”
“I am afraid that I do not understand. Money to me…is like floating clouds. It can come and go.”
“But floating clouds to me is like a life line! I only want money to come, not go! Especially this much money!” the man shouted.
Yoochun was never good at dealing with crying girls, but he’d never had to deal with crying men. Men aren’t supposed to cry.
“Men bleed, we do not cry,” he said.
“Bite me!” the stranger hissed.
“Pardon?” Yoochun questioned, not quite understanding that statement. Why did he want to be bitten?
“Shut up! Just shut up! I hate you! I can’t believe this! I could have been so rich, so happy! My poor baby! My poor, poor baby!” he sobbed, cradling the wet remains of his ‘baby’.
How do you deal with grown, crying men?
“You are in hysteria. Perhaps it is best if you rest.”
“Wh…?”
Before he could finish, Yoochun had struck a pressure point on his neck. The man lost consciousness and Yoochun knelt down to catch him.
It felt awkward to carry a man, but Yoochun lifted him up anyway. It was awkward how the man’s pink contrasted with the dark colors of his own clothes.
Yoochun wandered into the hallway and looked through each door to figure out which one was the bedroom. In the first room, he saw a large, brown table with a flat square sitting vertical on it. A lot of things that Yoochun guessed to be books lied on the tall table.
There were some other things on the desk that Yoochun had never seen before. He saw a smaller object that held a reflection of the man in pink, smiling at Yoochun. But in this rectangular object, the man wore blue. How was it possible that the man was contained in the rectangular object…and still be unconscious in Yoochun’s arms? Was it a painted portrait? If so…then the artist must be a true master to make the portrait look so real!
Drawing his attention away, Yoochun reminded himself that he needed to settle the unconscious man.
He walked out of the odd room and to the one that was across from it.
This one was definitely different. The light through a small window that was high up on one wall allowed light to shine into the room.
There was a large mirror and a table with a concave; it was white and shiny and looked like a huge bowl. Over it was a silver object that looked ever so foreign. Next to the table was something that looked like a white, shiny bowl too, but larger and with a large hole in the middle. What was this thing?
Starting to feel the strain in his arms, Yoochun reminded himself of his goal again. He turned his head to see the rectangular white object, the largest object in the good. It was long and indented, with four sides shielding a large opening in the middle. The large opening was big enough to fit a person.
Was this what a bed would look like in the future?
Was this a bed? There were curtains to cover it too. But what was the use of the silver objects hanging off the wall?
It didn’t matter. There was no use trying to find answers that he did not know.
Yoochun laid the unconscious man into the long, white object. Where was the blanket?
He looked around and saw the pink, fluffy cloth hanging on the wall. He retrieved it to lay it over the sleeping man, who was curled up into a ball. Was that how blankets would look in the future?
Sighing, Yoochun exited the room. He saw two more doors down the hallway, but decided that he wouldn’t visit them. It would only bring him more confusion.
Instead, he walked back into the larger room and settled on the large seat that he had woken up on. The furry, black creature was still cuddled up in the corner.
Maybe not all wolves were bad. But then…what happened in history to change the image of a wolf, to make a man take a wolf into his home and try to protect it?
Yoochun sighed again. He felt like he’d only taken a short nap…but had missed out on over 500 years of events.
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Junsu felt the ache in his neck and the soreness on his body. Man, it felt like he was sleeping on a really hard surface, but that wouldn’t be right. His bed was soft and comfy and…his bed was not what he was sleeping on.
Junsu opened his eyes and looked at his surrounding. Was he in the bathroom?
It was dark, which meant that the sun was no longer out and it was nighttime (which explained why no sunlight was shining into the bathroom). In the dark, Junsu climbed out of the tub and found the light switch.
He was indeed in the bathroom and was sleeping in the tub!
How?
Did he get drunk and stumble his way in here? But then…Junsu didn’t drink alcohol!
Then he recalled what had happened before he had fallen asleep…or rather, was knocked unconscious. The man with the long hair and half covered face who claimed to be from the ancient past. The winning of the lottery! The ruining of the lottery ticket!
Did it all happen or was it just all a bad dream?
Junsu heard the barking from outside and recalled that he was dog-sitting for Eunhyuk…and the man from the past was trying to kill the dog…which led to the killing of his happily-ever-after (also known as ‘the lottery ticket’).
Junsu quickly ran out to the living room, hoping that the mystery man wouldn’t be there and it was all just a horrible dream (except the part about winning the lottery). It wasn’t a horrible dream.
He saw the man sitting on his couch, back straight and legs apart, his hands resting on his knees. His hair still covered half of his face, but Junsu could see his expression. Apparently, he’d flipped the table back into place and had collected the torn remains of the ticket to place on the coffee table. He now sat there, concentration on his face, staring at his lame attempt to put the ticket back together.
Junsu suddenly found it hard to be pissed off at the stranger. But he wouldn’t admit that.
“Ya! Why are you doing?” he interrupted rudely.
“My name is not ‘Ya’. It is ‘Park Yoochun’,” he spoke in that monotone of his.
Junsu realized that he’d known the man for more than half a day and had just now learned his name. How ridiculous. “Well, Park Yoochun, what are you doing?”