| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
Yoochun’s hair was not too short, but not too long either. The side-swept bangs were the perfect length and ONLY covered a majority of his forehead.
Yoochun could feel Junsu tense as people in the restaurant stared. But he was still smiling as he pulled Yoochun towards the large table where his employees were. It was like the ‘park scene’ all over again, where Junsu was trying his best to…try.
“Sorry for being late!” Junsu caught everyone’s attention. Their attention didn’t remain on him for long as their eyes traveled to the connected hands and then the man that was holding their boss’ hand.
Yoochun wanted to lower his head and cursed Junsu for not letting him bring a hat. But he felt Junsu squeeze his hand and chose to hold his head up. He’d done this before. He can do it again.
“Hello, everyone,” Yoochun greeted with a genuine smile.
The first person to stand up was Junsu’s secretary. “Hi, my name is Seul Gi. I’m Mr. Kim’s secretary. Sorry for being rude this morning.”
Yoochun glanced at Junsu and Junsu smiled at him. Yoochun turned back to Seul Gi and shook her hand, “Nice to meet you. I understand that you were busy. I should apologize for Junsu’s rude temper. It must be hard working as his secretary.”
Seul Gi and everyone else looked shocked at first and Yoochun wondered if he’d done something wrong. Then they all burst into laughter.
“This is our savior! We all bow to you for turning Mr. Kim from a beast into a teddy bear!” Seul Gi giggled.
“What?” Junsu demanded, but was ignored.
Yoochun tried not to laugh too loud.
“To our savior!” another employee raised his glass of wine. Yoochun decided that this one employee must be very well respected in the company because everyone else followed his actions.
“I’m the one paying tonight. Give me some respect,” Junsu frowned.
“I miss that frown. We haven’t seen it in more than two months,” Seul Gi pointed out. Yoochun laughed and the employees (as well as other customers around their table) thought the sound was very genuine and sweet.
“Come, sit next to us. We have so much more to tell you,” another employee pull Yoochun away from Junsu. “My name is Siwon, by the way.”
“My name is Yoochun.”
“I’m Heechul,” the one who had raised his glass of wine spoke. Everyone else began to introduce themselves.
Junsu was pushed to the other end of the long table, watching as his boyfriend and employees played ‘backstabbers’. But he only remained frowning for several seconds. He began to smile when more and more employees began to talk to Yoochun.
When they’d first walked in, it was obvious that most of them were staring at Yoochun’s scar. Instead of feeling like he wanted to let go of Yoochun’s hand, Junsu had felt the urge to fire all the discriminate employees on the spot. This was definite improvement.
Why he kept thinking that he would not want to be seen in public with Yoochun, Junsu could not remember.
He remembered what it was like in the park. He’d forced himself to continue to walk through the park with Yoochun. He felt uncomfortable, but at the same time, he was…like a kid, pretending to be brave in front of the person he loved. But tonight, Junsu didn’t feel like he was forcing himself to do anything.
Even when Seul Gi and Heechul began to pull Yoochun into the group, Junsu could see that several other employees were still hesitant about the distortion on Yoochun’s face. They were probably pretending to be kind to Yoochun for the sake of kissing up to Junsu, but who cares?
Junsu sure didn’t.
■■■■■
“Did you enjoy the meal?”
“I’m sure I enjoyed it more than you did.”
“Stop being snarky,” Junsu pretended to frown.
Yoochun laughed and swung their connected hands like a pendulum. “It was an incredible meal!”
“Are you drunk?”
“Heechul kept giving me wine and telling me to keep you from going to work for the next couple of days. Something about tying you…”
“I’m going to fire him tomorrow.”
“Not if I don’t let you go to work tomorrow!”
Junsu didn’t know if he wanted to cry or laugh. “Are you defending another man? I’m going to get jealous.”
“Good for you,” Yoochun patted Junsu on the head.
“Okay, you’re drunk. Let’s get you back home.”
Junsu half dragged and half carried Yoochun back to the parking lot (Yoochun had wanted to go on a short walk around the neighborhood before heading home). He gently led Yoochun into the seat and buckled the seatbelt.
“Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”
“You know,” Yoochun’s words were beginning to slur from the alcohol and sleepiness. “I could tell. Some of them, not Heechul or Siwon or Seul Gi, but some of them were definitely being nice just because I’m their boss’ boyfriend. I think the others like Eunhyuk or Bomi were a bit hesitant at first, but I could feel that they stopped caring about my scar after we got to know each other. They’re the type of people who care about looks, but are willing to pretend that they don’t care…and they’re even willing to give me a chance to be friends with them.”
“It would be easier if I was like Eunhyuk or Bomi, huh? Even easier if I was like Heechul, Siwon, or Seul Gi. But no, I had to be the third type: the type that cares about looks and didn’t bother to hide it; didn’t bother for a chance to be your friend,” Junsu spoke bitterly, regret in his voice. His eyes were on the road because he suddenly felt ashamed to look at Yoochun.
“Yeah, you’re one awful son of a gun,” Yoochun murmured. Junsu felt like he was swirling into depression. But his drunken boyfriend immediately added, “But I saw beyond that. You’re okay now. You went from being one of those openly superficial people to someone who is willing to pretend to NOT be superficial…”
“Yoochun, I really don’t care anymore. I’m not openly or silently superficial anymore,” Junsu felt like he was begging Yoochun to believe him. “Now…”
“Now we’re on our way to happily-ever-after!” the drunk man giggled.
Junsu wanted to laugh because he felt like the luckiest son of a gun on Earth. “Go to sleep, love. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”
“Promise?” Yoochun murmured, his eyes already closed.
“Promise.”
■■■■■
Yoochun was sitting in the middle of the long sofa reading the newspaper. Out of nowhere, Junsu walked into the living room with a magazine in his hand. Eyes only leaving the magazine for several seconds, he plopped his whole body (faced down) horizontally onto the long sofa. His stomach was on Yoochun’s lap while his feet hung off the arm of the sofa.
It probably didn’t look like a comfortable position, but it was.
Yoochun didn’t say a word about it because it was the most casual thing in the world…well, one of the most casual (considering there are kisses and hugs).
“Hey, look at this article!” Yoochun broke the comfortable silence.
“Huh?” Junsu craned his neck to look at Yoochun.
“This article, it’s about a famous surgeon who will be in town. He’s a plastic surgeon who is known for being good at removing scars. Do you think I should give him a try?”
Junsu pushed his body up so that he was sitting next to Yoochun (facing Yoochun). He looked at the magazine in his own hands.
“Babe, I really don’t care, but you have to answer me one question first.”
“What?” Yoochun blinked, wondering.
“Will the surgery require you to stay in the hospital for too long? I mean, if so then do you mind postponing it? I don’t want a surgery to cause us to postpone our wedding.”
“I can’t postpone it since the surgeon is only in town for…” Yoochun stopped talking as Junsu’s words registered. He was speechless.
“I really don’t want to postpone our wedding for a useless surgery!” Junsu pouted. He shoved his own magazine into Yoochun’s face and added, “The tuxes for this season are really trendy too!”
Yoochun smiled. No, he grinned. No, ‘grin’ didn’t do justice to the happiness that was shining on his beautiful face.
“Junsu,” Yoochun began, needing to point out a very, very important fact. “You’re talking about a wedding that you don’t want to postpone, but the last I checked, you haven’t proposed to me.”
Junsu blinked. “I need to propose? We’ve been together for almost a year already.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Can you be anymore of an insensitive jerk?”
“Okay, okay, fine, I’ll go buy a ring and flowers tomorrow.”
“No, that’s okay. I think it’s tradition for the guy of the relationship to propose anyway.”
“I am the guy of the relationship,” Junsu assured.
Yoochun didn’t reply. He just folded the newspaper and placed it on the coffee table. Then he picked up his can of orange juice and pulled off the little tab.
He took Junsu’s hand and slipped it on. “There we go. I proposed; you accepted; I’m the guy.”
“What? No!” Junsu exclaimed. “It doesn’t even fit!”
Yoochun eyed the soda can tab that was barely half-way on Junsu’s finger. He shrugged lazily and took a sip of orange juice from the can.
“If you refuse it, then that means you won’t marry me. I’ll cry,” Yoochun threatened.
Junsu frowned and glared, then he frowned some more.
Yoochun stopped sipping the orange juice and released a cute burp.
Junsu couldn’t frown any longer. He just tried really hard to hide his happiness…and his smile.
“This means you’re postponing the surgery then,” Junsu made sure. “You have to!”
Yoochun shrugged casually, “Postpone…or just forget about it.”