| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
Changmin raised an eyebrow at him. “And why are you here?”
“I’m off today,” Jaejoong retorted with attitude.
“You are not.”
“I called in sick!”
“You don’t look sick.”
“You wouldn’t know because you’re insensitive like that,” Jaejoong stuck his tongue out at Changmin.
“You’re too immature. You’re always switching jobs or getting fired for your out-of-this-world antics. You have no steady career. Your future is a blur.”
“Okay, Umma, I know that you have your whole life organized and planned out,” Jaejoong rolled his eyes. Yoochun wondered why he called Changmin ‘Umma’ and with such a mocking tone. “But you know what you need to do? Lay off the work and live for the present.”
“Why don’t you think for the future before you take action in the present?” Changmin retorted.
Yoochun glanced at Junsu, who shrugged with an expression that said, ‘It’s just another argument.’
“Live for the present! This is why you would bore Su-ie to death,” Jaejoong said.
“Bore to death? At least we won’t be living on an unsteady, unplanned life!” Changmin countered. Yoochun couldn’t understand what Junsu had to do with this conversation.
Then he felt Junsu’s hand on his arm, pulling him away from the two bickering friends.
“You…” Jaejoong began.
“This conversation is over. Where did Junsu and Yoochun go?”
Both turned their heads to see Junsu and Yoochun standing too far away from them. Yoochun was beginning to instruct Junsu on the basics.
Jaejoong and Changmin began to walk towards the two, but could only take two steps. They felt a strange gust of wind caused by the speedy movement of an object…or rather, a person. A person had appeared out of nowhere and ran past them at the speed of light.
Jaejoong suddenly hugged Changmin tightly and shouted, “Ghost!”
“There are no such things as ghosts!” Changmin exclaimed, trying to push Jaejoong away. He stopped trying when he heard the sound of Junsu’s gasp, looking up just in time to see Yoochun pushing Junsu away.
In that same second, the person (who Jaejoong had claimed as a ‘ghost’) was aiming an attack at Yoochun. After pushing Junsu away (for his own safety), Yoochun took a step backward to dodge the tip of a sword.
Changmin got a better look at the attacker, noting his long hair, ancient clothes, and his sword. What was this, a joke?
They ran to pick Junsu up from the ground and watched with wide eyes at the battle. Everyone else in the large park had also stopped to watch, confusion painting their faces.
“That’s Bambi!” Jaejoong eventually recognized.
“‘Bambi’?” Junsu and Changmin looked at him like he was crazy. They wondered if they’d ever get used to his randomness.
“Yeah, ‘Bambi’ is pretty and cute. The movie was beautiful too. I’ve just recently re-watched it,” Jaejoong informed casually. Junsu and Changmin shared eye contact.
Jaejoong was known to be one who lived in the present and only cared for the present. Another thing about him was that he liked giving people nicknames. Most times, those nicknames would have an association with the current events in his life. Unfortunately for the guy who was trying to kill Yoochun, ‘Bambi’ the movie was a current event.
“He’s trying to kill Yoochun! How can you think he’s pretty and cute?” Changmin, the ever rational one, protested.
“Hey, they’re my eyes. I’ll see what I want!”
“Stop arguing and figure out how to help Yoochun!” Junsu shouted.
All three turned their attentions back to the fight. Kids were starting to cheer and some adults thought it was a show for a park event while others searched for a camera crew.
Yoochun jumped up to avoid the sword that aimed for his legs. He flipped forward and made an attempt to run.
His attacker easily turned around and grabbed onto Yoochun’s shoulder to turn him around. Even before he was face to face with his attacker, Yoochun already knew his next move. His right hand reached out to land a punch, which was easily dodged. While his attacker leaned back to dodge the punch, Yoochun took the distracted opportunity to strike at the hand that held the sword.
The strike caused pain and his attacker released the sword. Yoochun made a grab for the sword, but his hand was kicked away. The sword returned to its owner’s hand.
Yoochun tried to grab for the heavily bandaged hand, remembering that he had slashed it with his own dagger that faithful day. But his attacker saw his intention and slid his arm forward so that Yoochun’s hand could only grab onto his elbow.
Yoochun made use of it, grabbing tightly onto the attacker’s elbow. He grabbed the attacker’s other arm and tangled his own arms so that they were trapped into a lock, both standing close (face to face), but unable to move (unable to attack).
“Stop this,” Yoochun warned, eyes continuing to battle. Yet at the same time, he saw fatigue in Yunho’s eyes. As a matter of fact, Yoochun noticed the flush of his cheeks and noted that Yunho’s skin was heated.
“You must agree to return.”
“Yunho, look at our surrounding! We cannot return home.”
Yunho’s eyes shifted to take in his surrounding. “We will find a way. I just need to guarantee that you will not be able to run away.”
“You can have me tied down for as long as you want, but we will not be able to return home. This is no longer our era. This is the future.”
Suspicion and confusion glazed Yunho’s eyes. From the corner of his view, he saw three people running towards them.
“Yoohoo! Bambi! Remember me?” one of them waved.
Yunho recognized the voice and recognized the face…but did not know that the remembered face belonged to the remembered voice. The voice from that night belonged to a man in the other room…but Yunho remembered the face as belonging to a goddess.
It didn’t matter. His mission mattered.
He flicked his wrist to throw the sword up into the air to create a distraction. With a surge of energy, he released his arms from Yoochun’s locking constrain. The palm of his hand struck Yoochun’s chest and sent the younger man falling backwards.
Yunho easily caught his sword and aimed it at the fallen man on the ground. Yoochun would have felt the cold steel against his collarbone if he wasn’t wearing the T-shirt that looked strange to Yunho’s eyes.
The three had seen the life threatening sword and were frozen in place. They didn’t notice that Yoochun wasn’t trying very hard to fight for his ‘life’.
“Don’t kill him! He still owes me money!” the one wearing pink shouted.
“Yunho, listen to me, we are not able to return home. It is the year 2009. Why do you think our surrounding is so different, so foreign?” Yoochun spoke.
Changmin and Junsu noticed that people were gathering to form a crowd. They also got a good look at the attacker’s bandaged hand. It was so thick that it almost looked like a cast. ‘Bambi’ was written all over it with Jaejoong’s pathetic attempt to draw a deer surrounded by pretty flowers.
“Why don’t you put the sword down and we’ll find a place to talk?” Junsu told the attacker.
“I promise we won’t hurt you,” Jaejoong added, gaining Yunho’s attention. “You remember me don’t you? I was on my walk last night and saw you in this same park. You were sick and your wound was infected so I brought you home to help you bandage it up.”
“You brought a stranger home, just like that?” Changmin questioned.
“Why not?” Jaejoong inquired innocently. Changmin rolled his eyes and turned away.
“I thank you for your kindness,” Yunho said. “But I am on a mission and I must bring him home.”
“Home is more than 500 years away,” Junsu informed. “Put the sword down and we’ll explain. That looks pretty dangerous.”
“He will not kill me,” Yoochun assured.
“It would be simple if I could,” Yunho retorted. Yoochun began to stand up and Yunho followed his movement with the sword, the sword still against his neck. “I cannot kill you, but I am allowed to injure.”
“Of course,” Yoochun retorted with bitterness in his voice, “Even better if you could disable my fighting skills.”
Junsu, Jaejoong, and Changmin sensed a deeper reason behind that statement and Yoochun’s tone.
“If you’re not here to kill Yoochun, then why…?” Junsu began.
“Can we find a more private place to talk?” Changmin interrupted, sensing the crowd moving in closer when they saw that the man with the sword was not violent enough to kill.
“I promise not to run this time. Follow us to Junsu’s home and we will talk,” Yoochun assured Yunho.
Junsu, Jaejoong, and Changmin did not expect Yunho to agree, to believe in Yoochun’s promise. In this day and age, who believed in promises anymore? Every man and woman in the modern life break promises.
But to their surprise, Yunho returned his sword to his sheath. He believed Yoochun’s words?
He believed Yoochun’s words. Yunho knew that Yoochun was a man of his words. Yoochun had never told Yunho that he would not run away before, because he always had the intention to escape. But now that he promised not to, Yunho would trust him. A true man kept his promises; it had something to do with pride and honor.
The modern men had a difficult time understanding this. Not all, but most.
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“Impossible,” Yunho said.
“I agree,” Changmin supported.
“There is no other way to explain it,” Yoochun assured.
Silence took over. Yunho’s eyes wandered Junsu’s living room. Yoochun’s eyes remained on Yunho. Junsu looked back and forth from the two and Jaejoong’s head followed in sequence. Changmin’s eyes examined all four of them, his eyes rolling when he got to Jaejoong.
“If there is a way to travel here, then there must be a way to return,” Yunho finally spoke.
“Yes, I believe so as well. Junsu promises to help me find a way,” Yoochun explained.
“How?” Yunho’s dark eyes were on Junsu; it kind of scared Junsu.
“Um…I’m still trying to figure that out.”
“I’ll be helping too!” Jaejoong cut in, waving a little and grinning a lot.