| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“I peeked in and saw him sleeping on the floor!” Jaejoong’s voice was heard before Yunho could reply.
“Why would you peek in on him? That’s creepy,” Changmin exclaimed.
“I wanted to make sure he was comfy,” Jaejoong defended.
“Why were you on the floor?” Yoochun spoke to end the new born argument. Junsu wondered when Yoochun would ever learn that it was useless to make such attempts.
“I was not familiar with the bed,” Yunho replied, face and voice void of emotion.
“Why is that?” Junsu inquired, taking a bite from his toast.
“I grew up sleeping in trees and grounds,” he simply replied and the finality in his voice made it clear that he did not want to talk anymore about himself.
“Wow, so those scenarios in movies are real? How awesome!” Jaejoong giggled. Changmin rolled his eyes.
“Let’s talk about where we’ll take them for the haircuts!” Junsu said as he unconsciously picked up Yoochun’s piece of toast and began to spread jelly on it. It seemed natural..
Jaejoong made a pouting face as he scooted his own plate of toast towards Junsu. Without even a thought, Junsu spread jelly on Jaejoong’s toast as well. It was as if his caring gestures were not in his control or he didn’t even notice that they were caring gestures. Changmin noticed all this and smiled to himself.
“Nowhere that will have a lot of people. I don’t know how they’ll react,” Changmin replied.
While Junsu was spreading jelly on Jaejoong’s toast, Jaejoong reached over to decorate Changmin and Yunho’s toasts.
“You say it like we are crazy foreigners,” Yoochun raised an eyebrow at him.
“Aren’t you?” Changmin returned.
“Just foreigners,” Yoochun assured. Not ‘crazy’.
“We’ll go to the nearest one then. It’s family owned and the price is low,” Junsu smiled at the thought of saving money.
They quickly finished up the breakfast and were soon in Changmin’s car. Jaejoong had headed off to work so he did not join (making Changmin quite thankful).
Changmin and Junsu were grateful that Yoochun and Yunho were the quiet type and no matter how freaked out they were by modern technology, they didn’t show any outrageous reactions.
When they got to the barber shop, it was nice to see that there were no other customers, only two people who worked in the shop. Changmin and Junsu did not miss the invisible wall of defense that Yoochun and Yunho had created when they entered the shop, eyes wandering and wary. The owner and his employee did, however, express shock at the sight of Yoochun and Yunho’s long, long hair.
“Are you sure you want to cut all this? It would be…such a waste!” the oldest man in the shop exaggerated. Yoochun and Yunho had been pushed into the seats next to each other.
“We want it short and modern,” Changmin explained.
“Especially him, cut it real short,” Junsu pointed at Yoochun. Yoochun’s eyes questioned, but then recalled the events of last night (when he was mistaken for a girl).
The man in the white shirt nodded as he examined Yoochun and Yunho’s features. “I know what to do,” he said as he reached into his pocket to uncover his scissor.
Yoochun’s eyes widened and Yunho’s hand twitched, just a bit. Changmin and Junsu shared nervous glances.
Changmin and Junsu winced when Yoochun’s hand automatically rose to knock the scissor out of the man’s hand. They couldn’t blame him; the barber looked creepy as he was ‘snippity-snipping’ the scissor at his two customers.
“What the…?” the barber exclaimed in shock.
“Calm down! He’s not going to hurt you,” Junsu stood in front of Yoochun and grabbed both of his hands to keep them on the chair’s handles. Then he looked over at the barber, “Cut it quick.”
The old man nodded and picked up his scissor.
Yoochun felt himself panic. Junsu had spent last nice convincing him to get his hair cut. It just didn’t fit into this modern world. Junsu assured him that his hair would grow back by the time he returned to the past. That made Yoochun wonder how long it would take for them to figure out a way back home…but he didn’t hold hopes that it would be any time soon (unfortunately). And he’d easily given in to Junsu’s persuasion; because Junsu brought up the lottery ticket and because…well…because Yoochun felt that he could trust Junsu’s words.
Yoochun fidgeted a bit when he felt the man’s hand on his hair. Junsu felt his hands move and his grip tightened over Yoochun’s hands. Changmin was standing to the side, ready to help Junsu if Yoochun were to go crazy. Yunho sat there watching silently.
“Just concentrate on something else,” Junsu suggested.
And so Yoochun did. He concentrated on the person standing in front of him; hands chaining him down, face awfully close. He could smell Junsu’s shampoo and that made Yoochun uncomfortable. His head didn’t move, but his eyes traveled Junsu’s face.
Yoochun’s eyes moved from Junsu’s short hair to his right ear, pass his cheek, down to his chin, up to his defined lips, continuing to his cute nose, and…ending on his eyes. He found that Junsu’s eyes were staring back into his own and they stayed like that. Yoochun felt himself searching Junsu’s eyes, but didn’t know what he wanted to find.
Junsu wondered what the crap he, himself, was doing.
They heard Changmin’s loud, fake cough and finally blinked. Junsu turned his head to look at Changmin, seeing that Yunho had turned to look at the tall man as well. Yoochun didn’t move his head, but his eyes were also on Changmin.
Changmin coolly turned his eyes to the door, acting casual, as if he didn’t fake the cough to cut off the extensive eye contact.
“You two lucked out. If Jaejoong was here, he’d have suggested really horrible cuts,” the tall man said, making conversation to end the awkward atmosphere.
“As horrible as the cut he gave you in middle school?” Junsu teased. Changmin grimaced at the memory.
Yoochun would have heard the snipping of his hair if he wasn’t so concentrated on listening to Junsu’s laugh.
“That was more than ten years ago. Leave it in the past and never talk about it again,” Changmin requested.
Yoochun looked past Junsu to see Yunho’s reflection in the mirror. Yunho’s eyes looked like he wanted to ask a question, but he most likely wouldn’t voice his curiosity. So Yoochun did, “Why did you let him cut your hair?”
Changmin didn’t seem to like that question. Junsu answered for him, “Because best friends let best friends cut their hairs.”
“Best friends?” Yoochun asked. It was hard to imagine that Changmin and Jaejoong were ‘best friends’.
“It was the past. Humans have their eyes in front so that we can look ahead…towards the future,” Changmin replied. His expression said that he didn’t want to talk about Jaejoong anymore.
“Done!” the barber announced. Junsu released Yoochun’s hands and stood back to have a good look at his hair. Yoochun glanced down at his hands for a quick second. Changmin noticed.
“A bowl cut?” Junsu’s mouth dropped. It was a bowl cut, but with a more unique style on the front. There were still bangs covering one eye, giving Yoochun a mysterious look.
“You wanted modern. This style is a hit right now. Blame it on that one boy band,” the barber informed.
“Now for you…” the man walked over to Yunho. Yunho’s expression was cold, threatening to punch the man if he gave Yunho a bowl cut. The man gulped and Changmin couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You can keep his hair longer,” Changmin began to talk to the barber about Yunho’s hair.
“Do you like it?” Junsu knelt down next to Yoochun’s chair and looked up at him.
“At least he kept my bangs,” Yoochun sighed. His eyes looked down at the mass of hair on the ground and his eyes saddened.
“Don’t worry, it’ll grow back real fast,” Junsu patted his shoulder. “At least now I won’t be slapped by random ladies on the street. We still need to go buy you uniforms for your job.”
“Uniforms?”
“Yeah, you see what Changmin is always wearing? Those are called tuxedos. As a bodyguard, you’ll need to wear those.”
“I am curious. Why does Changmin always wear those?” Yoochun inquired, glancing over at the tall man who was still directing the barber about Yunho’s hair.
“He’s a businessman and businessmen wear tuxedos. It’s professional. But Changmin actually isn’t normal. He wears them even when he’s not at work. I don’t know why,” Junsu poked a finger at his own cheek and pondered the topic.
“Interesting,” Yoochun nodded.
Soon, the barber was done with Yunho’s hair. It wasn’t long, but nor was it too short. There were heavy bangs, but it did not cover his eyes. Yunho didn’t really like it, but he did not say a word about it.
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“Your legs are shaking,” Changmin pointed out as he uncovered a tissue to dab the sweat on Junsu’s forehead.
“I realize,” Junsu grumbled as he glared at the other two men who were sparring in front of him. Yunho and Yoochun were looking all cool, practicing their fighting skills with each other while Junsu was stuck to the side. He was standing there, knees bent and thighs parallel to the ground. A book balanced on top of his head.
Kids and parents walking by were laughing at him like he was a clown.
“Why are you doing this again?” Changmin inquired.
“Something about learning to be patient and working my leg muscles,” Junsu mumbled.
“Do you want some water?” Changmin offered. “It’s best to keep hydrated.”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
Junsu sighed and stared ahead at Yunho and Yoochun. Correction: his eyes were on Yoochun most of the time.
Changmin noticed and faked another cough. “You sure about the water, Junsu?” he said, recapturing the shorter man’s attention.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. How is that investigation about you threat note going?” Junsu brought up a new topic, hoping it would distract him from the pain in his legs.