| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
The reason I've been slow is because my parents are out of town for a month so I'm picking up on paying bills and babysitting and all that 'fun' stuff. Among other things, an aunt was in a car accident and since she does not speak English well enough, I've become responsible for helping (dealing with the insurance company and driving her around to whereever she needs until she gets a new car).
I know, it's none of your business, but I felt like I should explain to show that I do care about this story and your opinions. Some of you may care, others would not. That's okay.
And I realize Cheesiness only works when it's DBSK, so I'll end here before this note becomes too cheesy. Thank you very much. :D Have a great day.
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“Did you like the beach when you were a child?”
“The first time I went to the beach was when I was seven. I fell in love with it faster than I fell in love with money,” Junsu laughed. “But my parents never took me back after that. My father’s business started to struggle and it was always work, work, and more work.”
“Sorry,” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu smiled. They were walking along the beach now. The younger man had been lost in his own thoughts after Siwon had left, but Yoochun made casual conversation to pull Junsu back. Junsu chose to push the thought of Yoochun possibly returning his feelings…and just wanted to enjoy the rest of the night.
“What about you? What did you like to do when you were a kid?”
“I liked to pick fights with Yunho,” Yunho chuckled.
“You and Yunho are really close,” Junsu pointed out with envy.
“Yes, he is no less than a brother to me. As a matter of fact, he’s probably the only family member I have left,” Yoochun smiled at their childhood memories. “My father was strict. He did not want me to befriend anyone who was of the lower or middle class, but I could not get along with the snobby children of the upper class. I was lucky that Yunho was there…although we couldn’t openly play with each other around my parents.”
Junsu looked down at his feet and the sand reminded him of Jaejoong. Jaejoong loved to build sandcastles. Junsu and Changmin loved to laugh at Jaejoong’s fail attempts building sandcastles.
Speaking of Yunho reminded Junsu of Jaejoong.
“I’m sure Yunho cares for you as much as you care for him. You can definitely count on him to make sacrifices for you,” Junsu murmured.
Yoochun turned his head to look at the man who was walking next to him. Junsu’s head was lowered.
They continued to walk in silence. After two minutes, Yoochun finally said, “I regret that Yunho cares for me too much. Our relationship has become an obstacle in a possible…a beautiful, romantic novel between Yunho and Jaejoong.”
Junsu stopped walking and raised his head. He was shocked for a moment, but then told himself that he shouldn’t be too shocked. Yunho probably told Yoochun everything.
“You think it’s okay for Yunho and Jaejoong…?”
“I won’t lie. The idea still makes me wary and brings slight discomfort along with plenty of confusion,” Yoochun spoke carefully. He watched Junsu’s head lower again to hide the disappointment and hurt on his pretty face. “It’s okay though, if it’s true love. I haven’t seen Jaejoong in a long time so I cannot judge, but I know that Yunho truly loves Jaejoong.”
“Jaejoong truly loves Yunho,” Junsu assured. Silently, he thought, ‘Just like how I’m hopelessly, truly in love with you, you idiot!’
Junsu clenched his fist. This conversation has to end before it gets out of hand, before Junsu begins to gain more hope that he and Yoochun could end with a happily-ever-after.
“Junsu, are you okay?”
“So, about that Time Machine…” Junsu raised his head to show off his fake smile.
Yoochun realized that he could tell that Junsu’s smile was false. Yoochun realized that he didn’t like the fake smile. It almost…hurt. Why?
“I told Yunho that he does not have to return with me and that he should stay here with Jaejoong,” Yoochun felt the need to inform. He searched for a reaction from Junsu, but didn’t know what reaction he was looking for.
“That’s nice! So when will you be leaving? I’ll try to clear my schedule so I can be there to see you off!” Junsu smiled widely, speaking loudly.
Talking about the Machine was better than talking about Yunho and Jaejoong…for various reasons.
Yoochun blinked and felt confused. He explained the progress of the machine to Junsu, who was nodding and smiling as if he was grasping onto every word. “So as soon as those photos come out and prove that the machine works…”
“Then you can return!” Junsu finished with a grin. “That’s awesome! Kibum is such a genius! You know what would be perfect? It would be perfect if Kibum and Changmin were to get together! They’re both geniuses and Kibum would make Changmin’s life miserable!”
Yoochun nodded, but he couldn’t make himself smile and laugh like Junsu was doing.
“Junsu…”
“Take off your shoes and roll up your pants. Let’s walk into the water!” the younger man spoke as he began to peel off his own socks.
Yoochun blinked again, but followed the instructions. Junsu found it cute that Yoochun didn’t like wearing socks.
With their belongings (shoes, socks, cell phone, etc.) piled on the sand, Junsu dragged Yoochun towards the water. Yoochun looked down at their connected hands and thought, ‘We’re holding hands again.’
Junsu started to squeal about how cold the water was as he jumped up and down, causing splatters on himself and on Yoochun.
“Be careful,” Yoochun warned, not wanting to see the other man get hurt.
“I’m not that clums…” Junsu couldn’t finish his sentence because he stepped on something hard and fell backwards, into the water.
“Junsu!” Yoochun gasped as he dragged the other man up and out of the water. “Are you okay?”
“I’m embarrassed,” Junsu pouted, dragging his palm over his face to wipe away some of the water.
Yoochun laughed and Junsu liked…no, loved the sound. The light of the moon reflect in his mischievous eyes and he extended his arms to push Yoochun. Unfortunately, being the skilled martial artist, Yoochun had sensed the danger and turned his body to avoid the attacking hands. Junsu’s hands pushed air and, this time, he fell face-first into the water.
Yoochun laughed even harder, holding onto his stomach and didn’t even reach out to help Junsu this time.
Junsu glared, of course, and pretended that he wasn’t looking at the most beautiful image in the world: the handsome man laughing his heart out under the light of the gorgeous moon.
He was soaked all the way down to his underwear and his clothes felt heavy and clingy…and Yoochun would pay.
The man was distracted and practically in tears because he found Junsu’s clumsiness and fail to be THAT funny. Good.
Junsu stood up from his fall and along the way, swept up a wave of water to hit Yoochun in the face. Yoochun closed his eyes and mouth to avoid the water. When he reopened his eyes, Junsu was jumping towards him and had tackled him into the water.
Both were now in the water and struggling to keep the other person underwater. Junsu squealed and laughed and tried to run, but the grinning Yoochun caught him. Yoochun pushed Junsu underwater and gently held him down. It was a bias, light hold so Junsu could easily come back out any second now.
But Junsu suddenly stopped struggling and did not stand back up.
Feeling his heart clench, Yoochun gripped harder onto Junsu’s shoulders and pulled him back up. Junsu was drenched from head to toe as he leaned against Yoochun, droplets of water leaving the ends of his hair and gliding down his smooth cheeks. “Junsu! This is not something to joke about!”
No reaction.
Beginning to panic, Yoochun slipped his other arm under Junsu’s knees and carried him to shore. “Junsu! Open your eyes! Don’t joke about this!”
He laid Junsu down into the sand and looked around to see if there were other people around. He needed help. He was panicking and it was so hard to stay calm and collected!
“Help! Anyone?” he shouted.
Breathing hard and feeling his heart beat a-mile-a-minute, Yoochun returned to Junsu’s side. He shook the unconscious man, “Junsu!”
It couldn’t have been the water, could it? But didn’t Junsu know how to swim? Wait, did Junsu know how to swim? Yoochun didn’t know! Damn it, Yoochun didn’t know! It was something so simple about Junsu, and yet Yoochun didn’t know!
Yoochun only knew that Yunho didn’t know how to swim…and…when Yunho drowned, Jaejoong had…had saved him!
Without the clear mind to wonder if Junsu was (or was not) unconscious from drowning, Yoochun tried to remember how Jaejoong had saved Yunho. Junsu and Changmin had explained the process to him and Yunho after that incident.
Kneeling, Yoochun leaned over so that his face was close to Junsu’s face. He placed two fingers under Junsu’s chin and could only hope that he was doing this right.
Junsu felt the hand on his chin and could smell Yoochun’s shampoo, felt Yoochun’s breath on his cheek. Junsu told himself to stop with this joke and get up, get up before Yoochun’s lip met his and…
Their lips met. His mouth was closed. Yoochun’s mouth was closed. Yoochun was failing at giving Junsu CPR…but the guy certainly did not fail in giving Junsu the best memory of his life.
Yoochun was fidgeting and shaking when he lifted his head. He was doing something wrong. He just knew it, but he couldn’t remember…
He ran frustrating hands through his wet hair and tried to remember the specific instructions, but it was so hard to remember when he was freaking out!
“Junsu! I’m sorry! I can’t remember! Please, wake up! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have forced you under the water!” Yoochun shouted as he picked Junsu up and hugged the unconscious man’s head and shoulders.
Junsu could hear Yoochun’s rapid heartbeat and he wanted to cry. He didn’t want this moment to end, but knew that he had to wake up eventually. Dreams weren’t meant to last.
“Yoochun?” he murmured.
Yoochun gasped and pulled away enough to see Junsu’s face. Junsu pulled out of his arm and sat up on his own, wrapping his arms around himself and keeping a safe distant from Yoochun.
“You’re okay?” Yoochun gapped.
“You fail at CPR,” Junsu joked.
Yoochun blinked. “What?”
“I guess I can’t depend on you to save me if I really drowned,” the younger man chuckled lightly.
“You really were pretending?” Yoochun inquired in a soft voice. Then he shouted, “I was worried to death! My heart nearly jumped out! How can you be so immature?”
“It was just a joke,” Junsu murmured. He wouldn’t raise his head to look at Yoochun. Maybe it was best if Yoochun was angry at him.