| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“We won’t know until the pictures come out in several days. It is a specialized camera so the photos need extra work to be prepared.”
Yunho felt his heart ache. Should he be happy?
Yoochun looked happy.
So should Yunho go confess to Jaejoong or return home with Yoochun?
“This is so exciting! After so much work, we’re finally getting some pleasing results. It’s a miracle!” Yoochun grinned. Was he happy that hard work had paid off or was he happy about being able to go home?
“Yunho? Aren’t you excited?” Kibum asked.
“Yes, of course. I just…did not know how to react.”
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Yoochun got sick of staring at the wall so he decided to make a 180 degree turn on the bed. He nearly stopped breathing when he saw Yunho sitting on the other side of his bed looking down at him.
“Yunho! What are you doing?” Yoochun gasped, scared out of his wits.
“You’re out of practice…or are you getting old? You didn’t even notice when I entered your room.”
“I haven’t slept well in the past three days. It’s normal for my senses to be dull…especially when it’s this time of the night...or day. Why are you in my room?”
Yunho released a dramatic sigh and Yoochun had to wonder if he learned that from Jaejoong. The taller man stood up from the little chair next to Yoochun’s bed and moved to sit next to Yoochun, causing the side of the bed to sink slightly from his weight.
“I have a dilemma.”
“Okay…” Yoochun’s eyes shifted, suddenly feeling awkward and noticing how little distance there was between him and his best friend.
“Did you know that same gender relationships are possible in this era?” the older man suddenly asked, staring at Yoochun with soft eyes.
Yoochun suddenly felt the urge to pull his blanket up and clutched a fistful of the soft material over his chest. “Kibum told me.”
“So you knew?” Yunho’s eyes widened. It was as if he was grateful that he didn’t have to be the one explaining it to Yoochun.
“Y…yes,” Yoochun stammered, moving back a little bit to put more distance between them.
But Yunho moved in and crushed Yoochun’s measly attempt.
They’d been closer than this in the past. Heck, they swam shirtless together and shared beds when they were younger. But with this new found idea that same gender relationships were possible (and Yunho seemed to know a lot about it), Yoochun was beginning to worry about his…um…safety.
“Yoochun-ah, I have to be honest…” Yunho’s eyes were serious and staring into Yoochun’s eyes as he began to lean closer.
“Wh…what is it?” Yoochun wanted to slap himself for asking as he shifted backwards until his back hit the wall on the other side of the bed.
“I think…” Yunho began, eyes shifting to the door and then back to look into Yoochun’s eyes. His voice lowered into a whisper, “I think…I’m in love with a friend who is of the same gend…”
His words were cut off when Yoochun’s fist connected with his jaw. Before Yunho could react, Yoochun had thrown the blanket over his head and was ready to jump over him to escape. Just as Yoochun was about to make his leap, Yunho reached out and grabbed his ankle. Another arm wrapped around Yoochun’s waist and he was wrestled back down onto the bed.
Yunho heard Yoochun mumble a curse word, “Fork!” which he probably learned from Junsu.
“What are you doing?” Yunho hissed.
Yoochun tried to escape again, but Yunho slammed him back onto the bed and jumped on top of him. Only the bulk of the blanket was between them and Yoochun was frightened to death.
“Yunho, listen to me, I’m…I’m sorry. I’m not…I can’t…I don’t…not you…it’s…”
“What are you trying to say? And what in the world is ‘Fork’ supposed to mean? Isn’t it a utensil for eating?”
“I…I don’t know. Junsu used to say it a lot when he was angry, or shocked, or…scared.”
Yunho was silent for a moment as he observed Yoochun’s shifting eyes. He could practically hear the wheels turning in Yoochun’s head as the younger man tried to find a way to escape.
“You’re scared?”
“A little bit?”
“Why?”
“My best friend just confessed his love for me and is attempting to rape me. Wouldn’t you be scared?” Yoochun exclaimed.
Yunho looked down and realized their position. He was on top of Yoochun, hands pinning the younger man’s wrists on each side of his head with only the blanket between them.
“What do you mean rape? We used to wrestle like this all the time!”
“Yeah, but that was before I found out that same gender relationships are possible!”
Yunho rolled his eyes and climbed off the bed to sit on the chair. “You are being ridiculous and I did not confess my love for you. I do not even have that type of feeling for you.”
Yoochun blinked, feeling incredibly stupid. “What? But you said…”
“I said ‘I’m in love with a friend.’ ‘A friend’, you are more like my ‘brother’.”
Yoochun sat up and looked down at the blanket. He easily pushed it to a corner of the bed and sat on the side of the bed with his legs crossed, sitting Indian-style. “So who is it then?”
“Take a guess.”
“Jaejoong?”
“So you’re not blind after all,” Yunho drawled.
“When did you learn to be sarcastic?”
“Jaejoong,” Yunho simply answered.
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “So…you’re really in love with him? You’re okay with it? I mean…”
“I know. It bothered me at first too…a lot. But having to go through the whole whirlwind of confusion to understand it and accept it…is a lot less painful than to spend days without seeing Jaejoong.”
Yoochun looked down his hands. “How long did it take you to figure out that you’re…in love with Jaejoong?”
“Too long,” Yunho sighed. “I thought he was in love with Changmin this whole time. The truth is…the reason I wake up so late these days is because I’ve been visiting him at night, although I stay in the shadows.”
“I guessed that much,” Yoochun said.
Yunho’s eyes shifted to the close door for a second before standing up from the chair and settling down on the bed again. Yoochun now understood that Yunho had leaned in so closer earlier and was whispering because he had a secret to tell.
“Yoochun, I went to visit Jaejoong earlier and he discovered that I had been following him. He…he revealed to me that he’s…also in love with me.”
Yoochun blinked. It was an awkward though, imagining Yunho and Jaejoong as a couple. But he was happy for his friends. “Good, isn’t that what you’d want?”
“The problem is that Kibum had told me that Changmin and Jaejoong are together,” Yunho whispered.
Yoochun’s brows furrowed slightly. “You mean…”
“Why would he tell me that? It’s as if he wanted me to continue to misunderstand.”
“Maybe he doesn’t know that you love Jaejoong or that Jaejoong is actually in love with you or…”
“I wonder if there’s anything that Kim Kibum doesn’t know,” Yunho’s voice was cold.
“No, Kibum isn’t like that.”
“I understand. You are closer to him than I am.”
“I know Kibum doesn’t open up to us. I feel that it’s hard for him. When I first got to know him, it was like…it was like when I first met you.”
Yunho blinked and raised his head to meet Yoochun’s eyes. “Me?”
Yoochun nodded with a smile. “When we first met, you were distant. You rarely talked and your emotions were always in controlled. It was always hard to figure out what you were thinking or feeling. Other people would have thought you were cold and arrogant…or what Junsu would call ‘Stuck up’.”
“But you’re not like those other people,” Yunho murmured, remembering how thankful he was to have Yoochun by his side. Their relationship didn’t have to be explained. It was as if they were closer than blood related brothers.
“You were aloof, but I felt that you were only trying to protect yourself. You act tough, but on the inside, you’re just a…how do I say it? In Jaejoong’s words, you’re just a ‘squishy teddy bear’.”
Yunho smiled a little and Yoochun knew that he truly loved Jaejoong. If anyone else were to call Yunho a ‘squishy teddy bear’, the person would become a squished human being.
“You get the same feeling with Kibum?”
Yoochun nodded. “He seems aloof and he rarely talks about himself, but I know he has a kind heart. It takes time for him to learn to trust us, but I know it’s possible. It’s a matter of time.”
“But do you have that time?” Yunho didn’t allow himself to meet Yoochun’s eyes.
Yoochun understood why.
“Yunho-ah, the dilemma you bring up to me is why Kibum had lied to you. The problem you’re willing to talk to me about is whether we should trust Kibum, but…that’s not what bothers you the most. The true dilemma that is bothering you...is whether you want to stay here with Jaejoong or go back with me.”
Yunho’s brows furrowed at Yoochun’s soft tone. “Humans go through life always wanting what they can’t have, being blinded to what they really need. As if that was not problematic enough…”
Yoochun chuckled lightly. “It becomes even more of a disaster when you’re blinded to what you really want along with what you really need.”
“Yoochun…”
“Yunho, I understand. I’ve had you for so many years already. Jaejoong is the one who should have you for the other half of your life. You’ll be happier here. Don’t think that you need to return with me.”
“But…I’ll miss you,” Yunho murmured. Those were difficult words for him. “Can’t you stay too? Yoona already has someone else.”