| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
Junsu wanted to laugh when Jaejoong’s awkwardness placed a confused expression on Yunho’s face. Throughout the whole explanation, Yunho had been expressionless and Junsu had thought that he wasn’t capable of emotion.
“Until we figure out a way to get you two back into the past, you’ll just have to get used to the modern life for now,” Junsu began. “I’m teaching Yoochun the basic necessities and, blame it on a miracle, Yoochun managed to get a job as a bodyguard. I’m training him for that too.”
Yunho turned his eyes to Yoochun. His face was deprived of emotion again, but Yoochun seemed to understand his silent question.
“I am in debt at the moment,” Yoochun answered.
“I guess you could stay here with me…” Junsu offered. Secretly, he wondered if he could find a job for Yunho too and ‘help’ manage his salary.
“But Su-ie, you only have one guestroom and Yoochunnie is already staying in there,” Jaejoong interrupted.
Changmin’s hand was unconsciously straightened his blue tie as he glanced over to see if Yunho cringed or looked confused by the nicknames. If he did, it didn’t show on his face.
“I do not require a room,” Yunho informed.
“No, no, you need a room to rest in. You look like you still have that fever. You can stay at my house! I live pretty close to Su-ie so we can come over every day!” Jaejoong persuaded.
“You’re only creating an excuse to come to Junsu’s home everyday,” Changmin’s voice was heard.
“Bite me!” Jaejoong hissed at him.
Yunho and Yoochun wondered why the weird man would want to be ‘bitten’. It was Yoochun’s second time hearing the phrase, but he still couldn’t understand it. It was Yunho’s first time hearing the phrase, but he didn’t think he would ever understand it…nor did he think he would ever understand the future human race.
The wheels in Junsu’s brain began to turn. Having Yunho live with Jaejoong would mean less responsibility for Junsu. If they found Yunho a job like Yoochun, then Junsu could most likely talk Jaejoong into letting Junsu manage Yunho’s salary and all that other good stuff. He’d save money on water and electricity too!
“Okay then!” Junsu interrupted Jaejoong and Changmin’s bickering. “Yunho can stay with Jaejoong while Yoochun stays with me. This week we’ll concentrate on teaching them the basics and…”
Jaejoong raised his hand as if he was in a classroom.
“What?”
“Besides teaching them all that new stuff, can we change their looks too?”
Yunho and Yoochun looked at Jaejoong, then at each other. They definitely looked different from the modern men, especially Yunho (who still wore his own clothes).
Changmin glanced at his watch, “It is still early. Let’s go buy them some clothes.”
“Are you paying?” Junsu was first to react.
Changmin sighed at Junsu’s greed, but still smiled at his cuteness. “Yes.”
“Let’s go then!” Junsu shouted. Yunho and Yoochun still sat calmly, not quite knowing how to react.
“Wait!” Jaejoong shouted even louder.
“What?” Changmin raised an eyebrow at him.
Jaejoong jumped out of his seat and shimmied around the coffee table to stand in front of Yunho. “Have you eaten? You need to eat before I give you some medicine for your fever. You ran off before I could give it to you last night. Why did you run off anyway?”
“Stop nagging the man!” Changmin lectured.
Yunho blinked as he stared into Jaejoong’s eyes, but his face did not show any emotion. He wondered silently: how could he have mistaken this man for a goddess?
“I will be fine,” he said.
“Have you eaten since you woke up in the grass?” Yoochun inquired. The others could see that Yoochun was concerned about Yunho’s health. What exactly was the relationship between them?
“I do not need to eat. If there is a task we should accomplish now, then we should focus on that task first,” Yunho assured.
“You’re always like this. You can go for days without eating, but it’s bad for you,” Yoochun protested. Junsu and Changmin shared glances. ‘Always like this?’ Just a while ago they were fighting, but now it sounded like they’d known each other since forever.
“You don’t eat for days? That’s horrible! Horrible! I can’t believe this! Su-ie, hold me, I might faint,” Jaejoong turned to Junsu. Junsu stood up from his seat to hold up the ‘fainting’ Jaejoong.
Changmin rolled his eyes. “You’re scaring them.”
“No, no, you go out and buy them some clothes. I’m going to stuff him until he gains ten pounds.”
“I do not…” Yunho began.
“Don’t do it. Don’t argue with Jaejoong about eating. It’s dangerous,” Junsu warned.
Yunho looked from one man to another. He decided to just keep quiet. He was too confused to think and Jaejoong was right, his body was still battling the fever. The rush of adrenaline was over and the fever was hitting him harder than before.
“I can predict his size. We’ll let him stay here and rest. The three of us can go pick up some clothes while Jaejoong cooks,” Changmin organized.
“What? You and Yoochun go! Su-ie needs to help me!” Jaejoong exclaimed.
“You never need help when you cook. Let’s get going!”
Changmin grabbed Junsu’s arm and pulled him out of the apartment. Junsu had grabbed onto Yoochun to make him follow. Yunho remained sitting on the couch, looking to his side to see Jaejoong pout.
When the door closed, Jaejoong turned his attention to Yunho. “I’ll be right back!”
Yunho watched the shorter man disappear through a rectangular opening in the solid walls. He soon reappeared with a glass of water and two small objects on his palm. Yunho did not know what those two pink objects were.
“Here, drink these. These are okay to drink on an empty stomach.”
“Thank you, but I have no need…”
“Do you want me to feed it to you?”
“No, I do not…”
“Then take it! It’s medicine. It will help with your fever. If you don’t drink it, then I won’t be happy. Are you going to hurt my feelings?” he pouted again, eyes moist and looking like a lost puppy.
Yunho always thought he was the cold type, all too good at hiding his emotions and uncaring about other people’s feelings. Yet at this moment, he wondered why he was reacting to those pleading eyes.
And Jaejoong was standing so close that Yunho only saw his head, not his body. He remembered when he had mistaken Jaejoong for a girl, a beautiful girl.
Not possible.
Confused, Yunho accepted the medicine.
He was amazed at how quick Jaejoong’s expression changed. His eyes were no longer moist and his lips were grinning. “Just throw them back and gulp down the water to swallow! Then lie down to sleep. The food will be done when you wake up!”
Yunho watched Jaejoong disappear through the rectangular opening again.
He made a note to himself: he had better keep his guard up when Jaejoong was around.
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“This one, this one, and this one. This one looks good too,” Junsu counted off as he pulled piece after piece off the racks.
“Junsu, don’t go crazy,” Changmin’s calm voice interrupted. Right, Jaejoong was the one who always spoiled Junsu while Changmin was the rational one who kept Junsu on track.
“Okay, this is enough then. Here are some pants that are slightly longer. You go try them on and we’ll know if it’ll fit Yunho,” Junsu placed a pile in Changmin’s arms and a pile in Yoochun’s arms.
They were pushed into individual rooms and tried on each article of clothing…with some trouble from Yoochun.
“I will not wear this,” he held up the pile that he had separated from his stack.
“Why not?” Junsu demanded.
“The color is not suiting,” Yoochun replied. “Do not purchase such colors for Yunho either. He will not wear them.”
“Why not? Pink is cute!” Junsu exclaimed. They’d had this argument before. Junsu had leant Yoochun some clothes to pick from this morning and Yoochun picked one of the rare shirts that was not a bright or pastel color.
“Junsu, don’t push it on him,” Changmin said.
“Fine, then we’ll go with the boring dark colors. Green, blue, black; green, blue, black; yuck,” he mumbled as he walked off to pick out more clothes.
“Don’t mind him,” Changmin told Yoochun.
“Thank you for understanding. We are not accustomed to wearing such…feminine colors,” Yoochun looked at a pink shirt in dismay.
“This doesn’t mean I believe that you’re from the past,” Changmin pointed out.
“Sometimes, I am not so sure of it myself,” Yoochun revealed before walking back into the fitting room to figure out how to wear the button up shirt.
Changmin watched the door close. He wouldn’t believe in time travel. He’ll figure out a reason for this. Perhaps it was a rare mental disease. He shook his head with a sigh, also disappearing into a changing room.
An hour later, all clothes were picked and purchased. They walked out of the building with six bags. Junsu easily shoved them all towards Yoochun, “Here, I picked out all the clothes, Changmin paid, so you carry them.”
Yoochun silently agreed and tried to juggle all the bags. Junsu looked proud (that he had a servant) and Changmin was about to offer to help, but felt a strike to the back of his head. Junsu was hit on the back of his head too.
“Ya! What the…?” Junsu began to shout, rubbing the back of his head. Changmin turned around to see who had hit him.
“How dare you two? Two men making a girl carry their bags for them!” one elderly woman lectured. She was the one who had struck Changmin’s head.
“Such a disgrace!” the elderly woman who had hit Junsu added.
“What are you two talking about?” Junsu exclaimed at the two women.
“You two men, especially you, so tall,” she pointed an evil finger at Changmin, “making this poor girl carry all your shopping bags!”
“What?” Junsu’s mouth dropped in shock as he looked at Yoochun (whose face was slightly covered by bangs and slightly covered by the many bags he was juggling).
“And you! You shoved all those bags at the poor girl!” the old woman slapped the back of his head again.
“That’s not a girl,” Changmin explained, understanding what was going on.
“Not a girl?” both elderly women chorused as they moved in closer to get a better look at Yoochun. One woman moved the bags aside while the other brushed Yoochun’s bangs away.
Yoochun had no idea how to react, only standing there in confusion.
“Oh, she’s a man,” one said to the other, hand suddenly patting Yoochun’s chest. Junsu wanted to laugh at the look on Yoochun’s face. Yoochun was too polite to be screaming and pushing the ladies away.
“Very sorry,” they quickly apologized to Junsu and Changmin before rushing away quickly.
Changmin chuckled in disbelief while Junsu burst into a laugh. “We’re going to get your hair cut tomorrow, girl,” he patted a very confused Yoochun’s chest (above the heart) while laughing.