| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
The four of them had waited until Jaejoong’s shift had ended before leaving the restaurant.
“I am not childish like that,” Changmin brushed him off. “I received a threat note and my parents became worried. They know that I’d be comfortable with Junsu so they requested him.”
“That makes sense,” Junsu nodded.
“You believe him?” Jaejoong exclaimed.
“It’s not in Changmin’s personality to do something like that,” Junsu replied. Yoochun found himself silently observing the three friends.
“Junsu knows me best,” Changmin said. “I would not use such dirty tricks to woo Junsu.”
Yoochun wondered what ‘woo’ meant. He looked at Junsu and saw him rolling his eyes.
Jaejoong was still glaring. “Are you suggesting that I use dirty tricks?”
“Yes,” the tall man replied. Jaejoong still glared, but Changmin didn’t look at all frightened. “You shamelessly asked Yoochun for his bracelet. Why should I believe that you will not shamelessly use dirty tricks to woo Junsu?”
“How is that ‘shameless’? I liked his bracelet, so I complimented it! Yoochun is nice, unlike you, and was willing to give it to me!” Jaejoong protested, waving the bracelet in front of Changmin’s face and creating a melodious sound with the piece of jewelry.
“Yes, I do not mind,” Yoochun said, hoping to stop this argument.
Junsu knew better. “Don’t even try to stop them. They argue more than they eat rice,” he told Yoochun.
Yoochun was curious about why they bickered so much, but then, he couldn’t understand most of the things they said. If Yoochun was crazy, he would have thought that they were fighting over…well, over Junsu.
But that’s ridiculous. Why would two men be battling for the heart of…another man?
“Stop picking fights with me. We’ve wasted enough time waiting for you to get off work. Now we need to figure out what we’re going to do about Yoochun,” Changmin finally ended it. Yoochun noticed that Changmin was always the one who ended the fights.
“Thank goodness!” Junsu cheered. “So what do we do now?”
“Let’s go back to your place and talk. I’ll make us all a nice dinner!” Jaejoong grinned. “What do you like to eat, Yoochunnie?”
Yoochun was amused by the nickname while Junsu and Changmin cringed. “Anything is okay,” Yoochun managed to answer.
“Come on, I’ll drive,” Changmin offered.
“‘Drive’?” Yoochun inquired.
“Yeah, we’ll show you something new. Come on,” Jaejoong grinned as they began to walk away from the restaurant. “That tall thing is called a parking lot.”
Changmin walked with his back straight and head high. Junsu was poking away at his cell phone while Yoochun watched with curious eyes. Jaejoong was skipping.
They eventually got to the parking lot across the street and Yoochun was amazed by all those large metals he saw, all lined up neatly in rows. He’d seen a lot of those moving in lines when they had walked from Junsu’s home to the restaurant. Yoochun remembered that Junsu had called those objects ‘cars’.
Jaejoong was already waiting next to a large, red car while the other three walked slowly towards him.
Yoochun’s ears perked when he heard footsteps on the other side of the large parking lot. He turned his head to see a man walking to another car. Yoochun recognized him as the man who sat in the corner in the restaurant. He’d left a short amount of time before the four of them had left the restaurant.
“Hey, isn’t that…” Junsu began.
His question was cut off when they saw the large, white van drive towards the lonely man and nearly ran into him! The vehicle came to a sudden stop, causing the screeching of tires. The door slid open and three masked men ran out of the car. They grabbed for the lonely man, who struggled to free himself.
All four of them reacted, running towards the attackers and the stranger. But a masked man held a gun to the stranger’s head, am arm wrapped tightly around his neck. Changmin, Junsu, and Jaejoong didn’t move. Yoochun stopped as well, wondering why the other three had frozen.
“Don’t move or I’ll shoot him!” the masked man threatened.
‘Shoot him’? Yoochun couldn’t understand how. He did not see any bows or arrows.
“Okay, calm down,” Junsu said.
“Put your hands behind your head and lie face down!” another masked man ordered. Junsu, Jaejoong, and Changmin shared glances and slowly raised their hands behind their heads. The position was supposed to make it more difficult for them to stand back up and run after the kidnappers. Yoochun still couldn’t understand.
He looked at Junsu and his eyes asked, ‘What are you doing?’
Junsu’s eyes replied, ‘Do as he says.’
“Hurry!” the masked man shouted, pushing the gun into the stranger’s temple and making him flinch.
Junsu, Jaejoong, and Changmin started to get on their knees. Yoochun was still confused. He eyed the black object that the masked man was holding against the victim’s head. Was that a weapon? Yoochun had never seen such a weapon before.
He just knew that the stranger was in trouble and needed to be saved.
So he took action. Before anyone could blink, Yoochun swiftly kicked the black object out of the kidnapper’s hand. All eyes widened in shock, but no one could catch up to the incredible speed of movements as Yoochun threw punches and kicks.
“Wow,” Jaejoong and Junsu chorused. Changmin’s mouth wasn’t hanging open, but his eyes showed amazement.
The three masked men quickly scurried into the white van with their new injuries. Yoochun was about to run after them, but the captive suddenly grabbed onto his arm.
“There’s no use in running after them,” the stranger spoke. Snapping out of their shock, the other three quickly ran to Yoochun and the stranger.
“That was awesome!” Jaejoong cheered, staring at Yoochun as if he was wearing a cape and tight underwear with the symbol of a huge ‘S’ on his chest.
“I told you his skills are real!” Junsu boasted.
“That does not mean he is from the ancient past,” Changmin assured. Deciding to concentrate on the most important topic, he turned to look at the stranger, “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine, thank you,” he replied.
“You seem awfully calm for someone who’d almost been kidnapped,” Changmin pointed out.
The stranger didn’t bother to answer him. Instead, he looked at Yoochun. “What is your name?”
“Park Yoochun,” he replied.
“Kim Kibum, nice to meet you,” the shorter man smiled. Changmin was the only one who noticed that he did not extend his hand to Yoochun.
Changmin was also the only one who recognized the name. “No wonder you look so calm. You must be used to being attacked.”
“What?” Junsu looked back and forth from Changmin to Kibum.
“Kim Kibum, twenty-three years old, child prodigy, heir of the third richest family in South Korea,” Changmin easily informed, eyes on Kibum, daring the shorter man to deny the truth.
Kibum didn’t react. He kept his eyes on Yoochun, who had turned around to pick up the black weapon that he had kicked out of the kidnapper’s hand.
“You know him?” Jaejoong asked Changmin. “Why didn’t you say so when you saw him sitting in the corner of the restaurant?”
“I only know his name. Not many people know the face that goes with the famous name,” Changmin replied.
“Wow, you’re so mysterious!” Jaejoong smiled at Kibum.
“What are you doing?” Junsu asked Yoochun, who was examining the gun. “Put that on safety or you’ll…”
His breath caught and his eyes widened when Yoochun innocently pointed the gun at Junsu’s face.
“That’s dangerous!” Changmin exclaimed, stepping between Junsu and the gun.
“The masked man held it like this,” Yoochun examined, his eyes on the gun and making sure he was holding it just like the masked man had. “Is this a weapon?”
“It’s called a ‘gun’,” Jaejoong quickly reached over to take the gun from Yoochun. “It’s really dangerous so to prevent you from shooting Su-ie on accident, I’ll just take it from you and…”
BOOM!
Kibum and Yoochun jumped from the shock. Junsu covered his ears and clenched his eyes together. Changmin wrapped his arms protectively around Junsu. Jaejoong had accidentally fired a shot at the ceiling when he took the gun from Yoochun.
“How do you put this on safety?” Jaejoong exclaimed, his hand extended and frozen in front of him. His heart had nearly jumped out of his chest.
“Give me that!” Junsu quickly took the gun and put it on safety.
“Oh, Su-ie, that was so scary! You know I’m too gentle to be playing with guns,” Jaejoong extended his arms to capture Junsu into an embrace. Changmin stepped right in between him and Junsu. Jaejoong glared at Changmin again.
Yoochun was as confused as ever. Kibum cleared his throat to gain Yoochun’s attention.
“So, Yoochun, what do you do?” Kibum inquired with a friendly smile.
“He’s jobless right now,” Junsu answered for him. Then he turned to Changmin and Jaejoong, “Which reminds me, I still need to find him a job so that he can pay off his debt.”
“Would you be interested in being my personal bodyguard then?”
“What?” Junsu and Jaejoong chorused.
Changmin didn’t look surprised. The twenty-three years old prodigy was known for having a weird personality.
“‘Bodyguard’?”
“I’ve been trying to find the perfect person to protect me. I pay a good salary and you’ll like the benefits.”
Junsu could see money signs in his eyes when he heard ‘salary’.
“I am afraid you will have to find another person. I…” Yoochun wanted to tell Kibum that he was from the past and did not know a thing about the modern world.
“He’ll do it! But he can’t start until a week later,” Junsu cut in. “Salary is negotiable.”
Kibum looked at Junsu, then at Yoochun’s confused face. He returned his eyes to Junsu and smiled, “A week sounds good. Here is my business card.”
With that, the young man walked to his vehicle and drove off, leaving the four standing in the parking lot.
“What just happened?” Jaejoong scratched his cheek with an index finger.
“Kim Kibum just hired Yoochun,” Changmin said.
“What does this all mean?” Yoochun inquired.
“It means you have a job! I’m your manager. I’ll handle everything for you. In the next week, I’ll teach you everything about being a bodyguard!” Junsu rambled. His eyes were shining. “This is amazing! The money! Think of the salary! This would be the perfect job!”
“A job? But I will not be staying here for long. You promised to help me return to my time,” Yoochun pointed out. Jaejoong’s lips pouted at the thought of losing his new friend. Changmin rolled his eyes, still refusing to believe that Yoochun was from the past.
“You can just quit when that day comes! Meanwhile, you still owe me money! Let’s go home and get started!” Junsu cheered, hands clapping and lips grinning. He began to sing, “Money, money, money! I love money!”