| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
He was hoping to cook a nice dinner for Junsu tonight, but the younger man had shooed Jaejoong and Changmin away. He said that he had a lot to teach Yoochun tonight.
At least Yoochun was a quick learner, so it shouldn’t be too much stress and trouble for Junsu.
Jaejoong sighed and knelt down to pick up the empty potato chip bag. He walked to a trash can and placed the piece of abandoned trash in. Then he continued to walk.
His lime green colored watch read 1:28 a.m.
But really, this was the best time to be taking a walk in the park. No one was around and the feeling was…unexplainably awesome. ‘Unexplainable’. That’s a good word to describe it.
Jaejoong smiled and continued to swing his arms as he walked. The sound of the bracelet’s chimes graced his ears again…and then he heard the THUMP!
Others would have been frightened, afraid that it was a robber or a murderer. That thought didn’t bother to cross Jaejoong’s mind. He turned around to where the sound came from.
The bright moon and stars allowed him to see the tree and the body lying lifeless on the grass.
Hmm…interesting.
Jaejoong picked up a long branch along the way and was quickly by the body’s side. The person was lying on his back; he had a bad sense of fashion, long black hair covering his face, and plenty of dry blood on his hand. There was a wound on his hand.
“Hello?” Jaejoong questioned. He poked the man’s leg with the long branch. No reaction.
Jaejoong knelt down and got a better look at the man. He brushed away the hair in his face to reveal a beautiful facade. It was almost like…uncovering a treasure. How fun and exciting!
Jaejoong poked at his cheeks. No reaction. He pinched the same smooth cheeks. No reaction.
But his skin was definitely hot. Touching his forehead, Jaejoong concluded that the stranger had a fever. Looking at his bloody hand, Jaejoong saw that his wound was infected.
“Hey! Hey!” he shook the man. “Are you dead? Can I put antibiotic on your hand?”
Finally, his head begin to move. Jaejoong had the urge to brush away the furrow on his brows as the stranger squint his eyes. Those eyes finally opened, just a little and Jaejoong leaned over him so that they were face to face. He hoped his huge grin would make the stranger feel a little better.
“Can you hear me? Can I take you home with me? How many fingers am I holding up?” Jaejoong held his hand over the man’s eyes, the bracelet on his hand chimed.
But those eyes didn’t look at his hand; they just kept staring at Jaejoong. And then they closed again, the stranger losing consciousness again.
“Okay, I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then.”
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Yunho’s eyes began to flutter open. In his mind, he recalled an image of a beautiful girl. It was the face of a goddess that he had seen before falling into darkness…but was it a dream or was it real?
“I’m a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout,” he heard a striking male voice sing. Was it singing? What language was it?
Yunho tried to move his body. That was when he noticed the lump of cloth that surrounded his hand. His fingers were barely visible under the huge ball of white! Even more, there were black marks on the cloth…drawings…but drawings of what? Yunho couldn’t tell.
Then he heard a not-so-gentle voice shout, “No! No! No!”
Yunho used his uninjured arm to push himself into a sitting position, taking in the odd surrounding. Where was he?
He remembered. He’d woken up on a bed of grass, alone in the forest. He’d walked and walked and eventually arrived that what seemed like a town with buildings. Only those buildings were oddly shaped, incredibly tall and people were oddly dressed. And there were so many things that Yunho had never seen in his life.
What had happened? Did he land in another country? Which country? How was it possible?
He’d brushed the thoughts aside, ignoring the people who gave him weird looks. His mission was to find Yoochun and take him back home. And that would be all Yunho cared about.
After a long, whole day of searching, he began to feel the strength of the illness he had been trying so hard to ignore. His body felt cold one moment and then hot the next. The wound on his hand burned and at one point, he felt the urge to vomit. Even more, he was too hungry and too thirsty to continue to search. Yet he didn’t ask anyone for help.
Eventually, Yunho found a place of trees and grass. He easily settled on top of a large tree, hiding behind the leaves and watching the oddly dressed people playing nearby. There were children and adults. They had short hair, they wore form fitting clothes, they spoke of things that Yunho could not understand.
Yunho eventually fell asleep and woke up to a full moon. He heard a familiar chime and remembered his mission.
Still feeling the fatigue, Yunho had leapt from the tree, barely able to balance. He followed the sound of the familiar chime and saw the back of a person. No one else was around, just that person.
The person wore the bracelet, but Yunho was sure that the person was not Yoochun. The person was shorter, wore odd-looking clothes, had short hair, and looked all too vivacious to be Yoochun. But the person wore Yoochun’s bracelet. So Yunho followed the person, expecting to be led to Yoochun.
But after so long, he could not hold up against the infection of his wound or the fever that burned his body. Hating himself for being so weak, Yunho felt himself losing the battle to unconsciousness. Darkness took over.
“Aiya! No milk either? Darn it!” the not-so-gentle voice shouted again. Yunho saw a brighter light through the rectangular opening. Was the person in there? Was it the person he had been following?
But if that person was important enough for Yoochun to give up his bracelet, then that person may not be willing to inform Yunho of Yoochun’s location. The person may even try to stop Yunho from catching Yoochun.
And Yunho did not feel comfortable interacting with another person.
He heard footsteps and knew that the person was coming towards him…wherever he was. Hearing the blowing wind, seeing the moon shine through the open window, Yunho stood up and leapt out of the window.
He heard the unique voice say, “Where’d he go?”
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“We put this in our ear so that we can communicate with each other,” Junsu informed as he carefully placed the small piece of technology into Yoochun’s ear. “This cord is connected to it and this piece right here is where you talk into. Are you catching on? Do you want to write this down?”
“This is a lot of information. I think I should write it down.”
Junsu easily pulled out a notepad and a pencil from under the coffee table. “Here you go.”
Yoochun looked at it strangely. “I…only know how to write with a brush.”
“Oh,” Junsu blinked, mentally slapping himself. “This is called a ‘pencil’. It’s better because we don’t need ink and if we make a mistake, we can erase it with this piece on the other end. This is called an eraser. Here, I’ll teach you how to hold it.”
Junsu used both of his hands to hold onto Yoochun’s hand, teaching him the proper way to hold a pencil. A voice in the back of his head noted how smooth Yoochun’s hand was.
Yoochun caught on quickly and began to jot down notes about all the technology Junsu was introducing him to. Junsu couldn’t really read what he was writing, considering it was characters of the ancient time. But he had to admit that Yoochun had a great talent in drawing the equipments to go with his notes.
“Okay, next, this is a gun. As you learned from Jaejoong earlier, it’s very dangerous if you don’t know how to handle it.”
“I will not need it. All I need is my sword.”
“No, you’ll need this.”
“I trust my sword,” Yoochun assured. Junsu noted that he had an awesome voice, but the guy was too monotonous.
“Okay, we’ll lean about this one later then. With your skills, you won’t need it anyway,” Junsu looked through his kit to see if he was missing anything. Then an idea hit him. “Hey! You can teach me some fighting skills too! That’ll make me more marketable and my boss won’t give me measly jobs to follow!”
“Pardon?”
Yoochun couldn’t quite understand why Junsu wanted to be ‘marketable’.
“Just promise to teach me some of your skills.”
“I am not a good teacher,” Yoochun turned his head to look down at his notes. His bangs fell over his face again and Junsu wanted to brush it away.
“Oh, come on! You owe me! You ruined my paper!” Junsu reminded. Yoochun remembered. And that was probably why he finally agreed. Not quite because Junsu was giving him the cutest, cheesiest puppy eyes in the world.
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Junsu call said that they would be going to the biggest ‘park’ in the city today. Yoochun followed silently, but did take notice of his surrounding. More exposure, more confusion, more interest.
At the same time, Yoochun also paid attention to the other people they were with.
“I thought you were supposed to be my bodyguard. Why am I the one following you around instead?” Changmin said to Junsu.
Yoochun noted that the tall man was wearing the similar matching clothes that he wore yesterday, except it was a different color. And yesterday, the long piece of cloth that was around his neck (which extended to lie against the middle of his chest) was red; today, it was blue. The clothes that Changmin wore were different from the ones Junsu and Jaejoong wore. The clothes that Changmin wore…gave off a feeling of maturity and professionalism.
“You’re the CEO of your own company. You can afford to not work today,” Junsu brushed him off. Yoochun wondered what ‘CEO’ meant. “Besides, I need to train. You want me to learn new skills, don’t you?”
“Well, yes, I suppose. It will help advance your career in order to secure your future,” Changmin replied.
“I might get more important jobs, meaning more money!” Junsu grinned happily, eyes shining at the thought of money. Yoochun couldn’t understand his love for money either.
“You’ll be the next Superman!” Jaejoong cheered, throwing punches in the air.
Changmin raised an eyebrow at him. “And why are you here?”