| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“Good point. Do you think I look too old for my age?”
Yoochun made a “Pfft” sound and Mr. Kim almost looked like he wanted to smile.
“That was immature,” the business man pointed out. “But I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“It’s the only compliment you’ll ever get,” Yoochun mumbled. “I hate being called immature because I really am not! At least…I’m not as immature as you make me sound.”
“I’ll believe that. After the talk we had last night, I felt an urge to protect you,” Mr. Kim suddenly confessed. “I assume it’s because you’re so young and I have a side of me that likes to protect little kids.”
“First off,” Yoochun made a weak attempt to whack Mr. Kim’s hand away from his hair, but the other man wouldn’t stop. “I’m not a kid. Secondly, you said not to make assumptions.”
Yoochun was about to walk away so Mr. Kim would stop playing with his hair, but remained seated when he saw the side of Mr. Kim’s lips quirk up. Was that a smile?
Then he suddenly asked, “What do you look like anyway?”
Yoochun felt the hand move down to his face and his body jerked backwards. He fell off the chair and was so freaked out that he almost missed the shock on Mr. Kim’s face. His eyes were wide open to stare at nothing and he looked confused.
“I…I…need to go…toilet…use toilet…I mean, clean the toilet. Excuse me.”
Yoochun scurried out of the kitchen and ran his fingers through his hair, brushing strands forwards to cover the left side of his face.
■■■■■
“I only caught a glimpse of him when he ran out in front of my car!” Mr. Kim exclaimed into the phone. “The ugly brat has messy shoulder-length hair, about my height, skinny, and has a scar on the left side of his face. That’s all I know. I don’t care what those idiots you hired do, but they better find him!”
Yoochun jumped when he slammed the phone onto the desk. He was just passing by the office and didn’t know if he was fortunate to be able to walk in on this particular conversation.
“Come in,” his voice came from the office just as Yoochun was about to walk away. His ears have gotten keen since he lost his sight.
“I was just passing by.”
“Sit down,” he ordered. Yoochun did as told and watched as Mr. Kim rubbed his temples in frustration. “Do you think it’s wrong for me to want to find the brat and put him where he belongs?”
What was he supposed to answer?
“I…don’t now. Accidents happen.”
“This accident cost me the woman I love and possibly the rest of my life. I could be blind forever!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying you’re sorry when it isn’t your fault!” he roared, and then took deep breaths to calm down. “Forget it. Say something to make me laugh.”
“I have chores…”
“Let’s go walk on the beach,” Mr. Kim suddenly suggested, although it sounded nothing like a suggestion.
“I have chores,” Yoochun repeated.
“I have to watch my blood level! If you get me angry again, my veins will blow and you’ll be wiping up the blood. Now let’s go!” he extended his hand.
Sighing, Yoochun surrendered and began to lead him out of the office. At first, he held onto Mr. Kim’s wrist, but the older (yes, unbelievable older) man twisted his arm until Yoochun held onto his hand instead.
Without a word, they walked out of the house.
■■■■■
“So you like to sing?’
“Huh?” Yoochun stopped looking around and turned his attention to Mr. Kim. He had been checking to see if anyone saw them on the beach. He felt so…paranoid.
It was a good thing he’d managed to grab his hat before walking out of the house.
“You’re not enjoying the walk.”
“I am,” he lied.
“You’re not watching where you’re walking and you clearly aren’t listening to what I’m saying.”
“I…” Yoochun tried to explain, but how was he supposed to tell Mr. Kim that he was AFRAID? He was afraid that someone would see them together and wonder why someone so handsome and pretty would be walking hand in hand with someone so…ugly.
“Let’s find a place to sit.”
Quietly, Yoochun led him to a big rock. While he sat on the rock, Yoochun sat in the sand next to the rock. They sat in silence and Yoochun tried not to glance around like a paranoid criminal. He was lucky that this island was so isolated.
“I feel some heat. Is the sun setting?” Mr. Kim interrupted his thoughts.
“Yeah,” Yoochun stared ahead and smiled at the sunset. “It’s a beautiful egg yolk.”
He heard Mr. Kim chuckle bitterly. He wished Mr. Kim would laugh from the heart.
“I can’t see the sun, so why don’t you make up for it and tell me what you look like?”
That caught him off guard. “I just look like an ordinary scrawny guy.”
“Wrong answer, try again.”
Yoochun felt his palm begin to sweat. “What do you think I look like?”
Mr. Kim just stared ahead at nothing for a little bit before he answered with a smile; and what a beautiful smile it was. He had an amazing smile, more amazing than the sunset, so breathtaking that Yoochun felt his heart clench.
“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,” he teased.
Yoochun bit his lips and touched his hair. Shoot, he wasn’t supposed to let Mr. Kim know what he looked like, but he had been stupid enough to let the guy touch his hair the other day.
He knew he should be freaking out about the possibility of Mr. Kim finding out his true identity, but at this moment, he had something else (more attention grabbing) to think about.
Mr. Kim was describing such a beautiful, attractive person.
“You make me sound like a girl,” he murmured.
“Maybe you really are a girl in disguise.”
“I would know,” Yoochun sighed, unable to bring up the humor in his voice. Then he had to ask, “What would you say if I told you that I’m the complete opposite of what you just described?”
“I’d say you’re too modest.”
Silence. Yoochun didn’t know what to say.
Mr. Kim broke the silence, “I’ve been having constant headaches lately. Can you drive? I need to go into town to see my doctor.”
“Town?”
“Yeah, this is an island. Driving for three hours will get you to a little market place and you can find the necessary buildings around it. The clinic is quite close to a bookstore. Maybe you can pick up a cookbook on how to make a good steak.”
■■■■■
Yoochun excused himself immediately after making dinner. He went through his belongings to find a small make-up kit that his best friend had bought him. Yoochun remembered exclaiming that he was a guy and would not wear make-up. His best friend had insisted that the kit consisted of the necessary items to make his scar look less visible.
His best friend was trying to help him, but Yoochun just didn’t want to use the make-up. Still, he kept the kit because it was a gift.
Thinking of his best friend reminded Yoochun of Mr. Kim.
Yoochun remembered the day when he had been up in the mountains. He was barely getting any reception for his phone, but thankfully, he was able to receive a call from his best friend. His best friend was freaking out over the phone and telling Yoochun that his brother was in the hospital.
The way he had bawled made Yoochun think that his brother was near death!
Thankfully, his brother had ended up in a coma for a week and finally woke up. After the tears of happiness, Yoochun had picked up an old newspaper that reminded him about the man who had experienced a vehicle accident in the mountains.
[F.l.a.s.h.b.a.ck.]
Yoochun tightened his grip on the cell phone and fear chewed at his heart.
He’d gotten used to jogging every morning in the mountains. If he couldn’t change the ugliness of his face, he wanted to at least build a decent figure.
At that moment, he was not thankful for the good that jogging had done for his body, he was thankful that he had the energy to run as fast as he could down the mountains.
As he ran, he decided to take a shortcut. He ended up on the roads and was dizzy from running; he barely saw the car that was coming towards him. It served to avoid him so Yoochun kept on running, only able to think about his brother’s life.
When he heard a loud crash, he turned around to see the car smash into the rocks. Yoochun’s legs froze in shock for a second and watched as the man in the car stepped out. The driver was rubbing his head, but he was still standing.
Seeing that he was okay, Yoochun turned around and continued to run. Only…he didn’t know that once he’d turned his back on the driver, the man fell unconscious onto the ground.
[E.n.d.F.l.a.s.h.b.a.c.k.]
Yoochun remembered that the newspaper had stated that a couple hiking in the mountains had discovered him. Thankfully they had or Yoochun would have become a murderer!
He was alive and safe now, and that was what mattered the most.
Turning his attention back to the make-up kit, Yoochun spent the night practicing the art of artificial beauty.