| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“Don’t worry, Hyung. I can handle it,” Se7en smiled at his older brother.
“Isn’t there an easier, faster way to make him go away?” Yoochun sighed.
“The best way was to break his heart, but that obviously didn’t work on the guy. He’s more stubborn than an ox,” Jaejoong grumbled.
“I want this to be over with too. It gives me goosebumps when Jaejoong hyung hugs me,” Se7en spoke.
“Then I’ll do more than hug you the next time they’re around,” Jaejoong countered.
“Don’t corrupt my brother,” Yoochun warned.
“He corrupts me,” Jaejoong retorted.
They remained silent long enough to finish the last few bites of dinner. Se7en helped Yoochun with the dishes while Jaejoong lazed in the chair.
“Now what do we do?” Yoochun inquired, referring to Junsu’s proposal to help with the false wedding.
“Se7en and I get married. We’re not even putting in a cent for it.”
“Are you serious? I can’t marry you!” the youngest cried.
“Don’t worry, we’ll divorce afterwards. But you’ll be the one paying my alimony.”
“You make more money than me! I don’t make much from tutoring.”
“Who knows? After you finish college, you may find a high paying job, especially with your math talents.”
Yoochun smiled proudly. He was always proud of his baby brother. Se7en loved seeing that smile on his hyung’s face.
“Even if I do make a lot of money, it’s all going to go to my brother,” Se7en finished drying the dishes and wrapped an arm around Yoochun’s shoulders.
“I’m jealous,” Jaejoong pouted.
“Because Yoochun hyung has such an awesome brother like me?” the youngest smirked. Yoochun chuckled and tilted his head to lightly bump heads with his baby brother.
“No, because you have such a loving brother like Yoochun. Now shut up.”
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Yoochun silently sat in the chair, head low and hat covering his face. He was flipping through a wedding magazine and growing envious by the page.
Junsu sat on the other side of the sofa flipping through his own magazine. They were both completely ignoring each other.
Jaejoong and Se7en were putting on their suits.
“How do I look?” Jaejoong twirled happily as he modeled the suit. Se7en stood next to him tugging at the collar and making a disgusted face.
Junsu automatically dropped his magazine and walked over to Se7en to help him fix his tie. “What do you think, Micky? Do you like Armani?”
“I should be the last one you ask. I used to think Armani was a city in Europe,” Se7en drawled, remembering to imitate his brother’s voice.
Yoochun sat there rolling his eyes behind his bangs.
Junsu chuckled and Yoochun wished he was the one to have made Junsu laugh. Well, technically, he was…right? It’d become so confusing.
“I think you look really good in this one,” Junsu said as he picked invisible lint off Se7en’s shoulder. “You look so handsome; I can’t believe I used to think you were a girl in disguise.”
Yoochun remembered how Junsu always asked him if he was a girl in disguise. Were happy memories supposed to hurt?
“Hello? I need compliments too!” Jaejoong interrupted, stepping in between the two men. Junsu clearly didn’t like that. Nor did he like seeing Se7en cling to Jaejoong’s arm.
“You look okay,” Junsu spoke in a dull voice.
Jaejoong didn’t like that. He turned to Se7en to ask, “Micky, sweetie, how do I look?”
“The most handsome in this world,” Se7en grinned cheekily.
“Oh, boo, you’re so honest!” Jaejoong puckered his lips and pinched Se7en’s cheeks.
Se7en reached up to pinch Jaejoong’s cheeks for revenge, even though it looked like he was doing it out of love. Yoochun faked a cough.
“Hyung, how do I look?” Se7en ran over to his brother. Yoochun smiled and gave him two thumbs up.
“I wish you’d say the same about yourself,” Se7en sighed as he brushed lightly at his brother’s bangs. Yoochun whacked his hand away.
Yoochun pointed at his watch and then the door. Se7en understood so he asked, “Are we done yet?”
It was getting late and Se7en needed to go home to study.
“If you’re satisfied with these suits then we’re done. Along with the previously picked suits, these will be sent to the photography place. I scheduled the photo session for tomorrow, by the way,” Junsu spoke with a smile, his eyes on Se7en the whole time.
Yoochun tugged on Se7en’s hand and shook his head from left to right. Jaejoong understood.
“Tomorrow won’t work,” Jaejoong voiced.
“Why not?” Junsu raised a rude eyebrow at Jaejoong. He only smiled when he spoke to Se7en…because he thought Se7en was ‘Micky’.
“Micky and I are going on an anniversary date,” he lied. Se7en and Yoochun nodded in agreement.
Junsu didn’t like that. “Okay, fine. I’ll call to reschedule it.”
“Why don’t you just have one of your employees call?” Se7en was curious.
“I’m making all the calls and doing everything by myself,” Junsu smiled at him, wanting him to know how much this wedding meant to him, how much Micky meant to him.
Se7en smiled uncomfortably. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yoochun lower his head sadly.
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Se7en glanced impatiently at his watch, and then stretched his neck to find a taxi. He tried to flag one down, but the vehicle was already occupied. He was starving to death and his brain was fried from the exam he’d just taken. He wanted to go home and chow down on his brother’s wonderful cooking.
A blue compact pulled up. He couldn’t recognize the car’s model. Yoochun was the one obsessed with cars, Se7en grew up collecting bugs.
“Jump in,” the driver invited.
“Mr. Kim?”
“I was just about to drive to your apartment,” the older man smiled. The school was along the way to his apartment. Thank goodness his school didn’t require uniforms so besides the backpack, Junsu couldn’t tell that Se7en was a student.
He couldn’t know that Se7en was still in school, which was why Jaejoong lied about the anniversary date (instead of telling him that Se7en had an exam tonight). He couldn’t be a student and have gone to work for Junsu on the island at the same time. The timing didn’t work out.
“Thanks,” Se7en got into the car.
“Did you cut your hair?” Junsu inquired.
Se7en’s palms sweat. He didn’t wear the wig to school. His classmates would have laughed until all their teeth fell out of their mouths.
“Just this morning,” he lied, touching the ends of his hair because he was nervous. Then he quickly added, “I found a part-time job at this college. I help with the night classes so Jaejoong dropped me off here after our anniversary date.”
“What’s it like dealing with all the college students?” Junsu was making conversation as he drove.
“Better than high school students,” Se7en shrugged, remembering to imitate his brother’s voice with every word he spoke.
“Have you eaten? Want to go out for steak? I mean…” Junsu was about to correct himself, because for a moment there, he’d forgotten that Micky was a vegetarian.
“Steak sounds delicious, but my brother made food at home.”
Junsu blinked. Didn’t Micky once say that he was a vegetarian? Or was Junsu remembering wrong?
“Oh,” he murmured. “May I join?”
“I guess so,” Se7en murmured. Something told him that Yoochun would want to see more of Junsu.
“Thank you!” Junsu grinned.
His grin; he looked so beautiful and handsome. Was that why his brother had fallen in love with this man?
Se7en still couldn’t understand.