| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“Memories can be recalled in words. Words can be memorized. Maybe the real Micky told him all that information.”
Junsu turned his whole body so that he was facing Yunho. “Who’s the real Micky, Yunho? Who?”
Yunho sighed. “I think you know. You just don’t want to admit it. You’ve regained your sight, but you’re still blind.”
Junsu turned away again. “No! Impossible!”
“They’re brothers. They have the same eyes.”
“He’s mute!” Junsu exclaimed, standing up because sitting made him restless.
“Anyone can pretend to be mute!” Yunho retorted, standing up as well.
“Then why don’t you give it a try? Pretend to be mute, Yunho. Micky is Micky, okay? He’s the real Micky! The real Micky isn’t his brother!”
Junsu wanted to walk away, but Yunho grabbed his arm. “Denial can only last so long.”
“You’re wrong. Denial can last a hell lot longer.”
Junsu angrily freed his arm from Yunho’s hand and walked upstairs. He locked himself in his room and curled up into a ball in the dark corner.
‘Denial can last a hell lot longer.’
It just can’t last ‘forever’.
■■■■■
“Micky?”
Junsu heard the person on the other line clear his throat before replying, “Yes?”
‘Are you the real Micky?’
‘Are you the one I fell in love with?’
‘Please be the one I fell in love with.’
Junsu took in a deep breath and finally voiced, “Nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Um…okay. I need to go now.”
“Bye.”
Junsu waited until the other man hung up before removing the cell phone from against his own ear. He continued to wander the streets.
A person was composed of so many things: a voice, a body, a face, a personality. Which one were you supposed to fall in love with? Which one would mean that it’s True Love?
He walked, walked, and kept walking. Yet he didn’t know where he was going.
He’d suspected before, but he didn’t want to suspect for too long. His Micky…couldn’t really be…
[F.l.a.s.h.b.a.c.k]
“I can’t see the sun, so why don’t you make up for it and tell me what you look like?”
“I just look like an ordinary scrawny guy.”
“Wrong answer, try again.”
“What do you think I look like?”
“I imagine you have bright beautiful eyes that can always ‘look on the bright side,’ a perfect nose, milky smooth skin, soft shoulder-length hair, and of course, kissable lips.”
[E.n.d.F.l.a.s.h.b.a.c.k]
Junsu reached into his pocket to uncover the enlarged cell phone picture that Yunho had given him last night. Micky looked as beautiful as he had imagined, minus the soft shoulder-length hair.
The hair again! His hair made Yunho and Changmin suspect!
Junsu didn’t want to suspect.
“Junsu!” a high pitch voice interrupted his thoughts.
Junsu turned his head to see the girl in expensive, brand label clothes waving as she ran over to him. Her high heels were expensive too. Junsu knew because he’d bought it for her, along with the matching accessories. Of course, all those expensive clothes weren’t the only things that made her look like a beautiful Goddess. She was born with that gift.
“Heebon,” Junsu murmured tiredly as his greeting.
She threw herself on him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck like old times. “I miss you so much! I’m sorry for running off on you like that! My grandmother was in the hospital and she was deathly ill.”
They (or rather, he) had made plans for her and him to go stay on the island after the car accident. On the day that they were supposed to meet at the airport and take his private jet to the island, she didn’t show up. She never showed up at all after that day.
She showed up now.
That’s not True Love.
Junsu untangled her arms from around him and felt the urge to just push her away. Too bad he’d changed and manners became a problem. He just held her at arm’s length for now.
“It’s okay, Heebon. I survived it without you,” he spoke in a cold tone.
She didn’t like it at all, but she’d continue to act like she didn’t notice it. “Is your sight back? I can come back to take care of you now! I’ll take really good care of you. I promise.”
Junsu recalled the time he had wanted Micky to make a promise to him, the promise to be there when Junsu regained his sight. Micky had refused.
“I don’t need to be taken care of anymore, Heebon. Go home,” he spoke in that same dull tone.
‘Go home.’
‘Go away.’
“But Junsu! You can’t be angry at me! I just…”
“You just left me when I needed you the most. That’s more disgusting than staying to take care of me because you’re getting a salary out of it. It’s over, Heebon.”
“No! Junsu! You can’t do this! You love me!” she tugged onto his coat and was hanging on for dear life.
Junsu frowned and tried to pry her away. “And you love yourself! You only loved yourself!”
“No! I love you! I really do!”
“Correction: you only love yourself and my money. That can’t last you forever. Now let go, Heebon,” he grabbed her wrists and tried to remove her hands from his jacket.
“No! Please! Give me another chance!”
They were causing a scene and Junsu hated it. He didn’t want to deal with Heebon right now (or ever). He was in a bad mood already and it was a miracle he hadn’t thrown one of his tantrums (he was too tired). But if she pushed him to it…
“Let go!” Junsu ordered, tugging hard and finally removed her grip on his jacket. She fell backwards and onto the cold, cement (courtesy of the expensive high heels). She was in tears, but still managed to look beautiful.
There was a circle of crowds around them. There were probably at least a handful of people recording all this on their cell phones in order to post it online too. Disgusting.
Junsu was about to walk away, but he saw another person pushing through the crowd.
Micky…Micky’s brother. Not Micky. He was Micky’s brother.
Junsu watched as the man with the shoulder-length hair and the hat knelt down next to Heebon. He kindly examined her ankle and knew that a bruise would form by the end of today. She allowed him to help her stand, because her fake tears blurred her vision of his face and because his hair covered his scar.
Junsu could only watch, not knowing what else to do…or what the hell the other man was doing.
He watched Micky…Micky’s brother uncover a small notebook and a pen from his pocket. He quickly scribbled and showed Heebon: [Don’t do this. You can find someone better than him.]
Heebon wiped away the rest of her tears. She quickly turned to Junsu and tried to limp over to him, “Junsu, I only love you!”
Junsu casually blinked and turned his eyes away. His hands were in his pockets and he looked indifferent.
Heebon cared more about money than her injured foot. She took a step to bypass Yoochun and reach Junsu. She fell.
Yoochun immediately dropped his notebook and pen to try to catch her. Her flailing arm swung an inch too high and knocked off Yoochun’s hat. Junsu’s eyes went wide and felt the fear in his stomach.
The hat came off and in that horrible moment, the wind had to blow. Yoochun’s hair was blown away from his face and even though he feared, he still used both hands to keep Heebon standing. Heebon stared in shock and pushed away. She’d rather fall than be helped by this ugly…
Junsu got pissed off. She’s rather fall than appreciate Yoochun’s effort to help her!
With both of his hands finally freed, Yoochun picked up his hat and tried to cover as much of his scar as possible. The people around him were pointing, gasping, insulting, hurting (him).
“What is that? I can’t believe you touched me! If I get infected then I’ll sue you!” Heebon mouth went off like an annoying fly.
Yoochun’s head lowered, and lowered some more. He couldn’t look up and it almost looked like he would suffocate from these superficial eyes.
Junsu saw each of the people in the crowd, their reaction, their lips moving, and those awful recording cameras/cell phones. Who would stand out to help? Even the ones who weren’t murmuring insults were not helping. Even the ones who pitied Yoochun were not helping. Who would stand out to help?