| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
Yoochun woke up to the pounding on the door. The room was a mess with all the tissues he had used and containers of make-up were all over the place. He had failed and given up at around three in the morning, which was only three hours ago.
Grouchily, he dragged himself to the door and opened it. At least Mr. Kim had the courtesy to not just walk in (since the door was never locked).
“Why are you up so early?” he grumbled in a sleep-heavy voice.
“It’s already six. Go cook me my breakfast and then drive me into town.”
“You’re the human form of a devil. I only got three hours of sleep! This is torture! And it’s not ‘Mouse’! It’s ‘Micky’!” he burst out on impulse. Besides being extremely tired, he was angry that he could not use make-up to cover his scar.
Yoochun glared at Mr. Kim to see him blink confusingly, in the cutest way and the anger faded immediately. Yoochun was about to apologize when the slightly shorter man said, “Okay, go back to sleep. We can go into town after lunch…or dinner, depending on when you wake up.”
He was being nice. He was evidently changing his schedule to suit Yoochun, an employee. That wasn’t normal.
“No, no, give me five minutes and I’ll be ready.”
“No, go back to sleep. I have a lot of phone calls to make today anyway.”
He turned around; with one hand on the wall, he began walking towards his office. Yoochun felt a pang of guilt for yelling at him when he was actually angry at himself.
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“The car should be on the far right,” Mr. Kim informed as they walked towards the parking lot. There were five cars there and Mr. Kim was directing him towards the silver compact.
But something else caught Yoochun’s eyes.
“Holy Blue Dolphins! Is this the latest SUV model?”
He had released Mr. Kim’s hand and ran over to the red vehicle on the far left of the lot. He began blurting out information about the car while his employer stood there wondering about ‘Holy Blue Dolphins’.
“Do you want to drive that one instead?” he suddenly offered, still standing in the same spot because he wasn’t as familiar with the parking lot as he was with the house.
Yoochun was shocked and stopped checking out the car. “Oh, no, that’s okay. It must have been so expensive. I couldn’t…”
“I want to ride in it. Now lead me to the car.”
Yoochun wondered if Mr. Kim was just saying that because he wanted to let Yoochun drive his dream car. It felt too good to be true.
He helped his employer into the passenger seat and quickly ran to the other side to settle in the driver’s seat. He adjusted the chair and the mirrors, touching the wheel as if it was gold. He couldn’t stop grinning!
“This is so amazing! I never thought I’d be able to drive a SUV. I’m almost scared! But don’t worry, I’ll be really careful. And…”
“Mouse, just drive.”
Yoochun shut his mouth, but his lip still smiled. He wasn’t even going to bother to correct the ‘Mouse’.
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Yoochun skillfully parked the SUV into a lot and got out of the car. He made sure his hat was on and his hair covered most of his face. To other people, he probably looked like a beggar with hair covering most, if not all, of his face.
Glancing at the expressions of people around them, he could tell they were wondering why someone as handsome and rich as Kim Junsu was with someone as ugly and poor as Park Yoochun.
Head down, he walked over to the passenger side and helped Mr. Kim out of the car. They walked into the clinic and a nurse (after giving Yoochun a weird look) walked them into a room to wait for the doctor.
After seating, Mr. Kim, Yoochun glanced around. He saw one of the masks that people wore then they had a cold and quickly took one to put on. He brushed most of the hair out of his face and tied it into a ponytail that rested on his nape. It was extremely hot today.
“What are you doing?” Mr. Kim asked, hearing the movement.
“Nothing, just tying my hair up.”
“Are you sure you’re not a girl in disguise?”
“I’d tell you to ‘shut up’ if you weren’t my employer.”
“You sound funny.”
Yoochun remembered that the mask was causing him to muffle. “I have one of those flu masks on. I was feeling sick when I woke up this morning.”
“Are you okay?” he asked with an emotion of concern that surprised Yoochun. From the frown on his face, Yoochun concluded that it surprised him as well. Rudely, he ordered, “Have the doctor take a look at you. My treat.”
“People treat other people to meals, not check ups,” Yoochun pointed out.
“Don’t be a smart-aleck.”
Yoochun smiled behind the mask at his words and cute frown. It wasn’t like his other frown. It was more of a playful frown.
“Junsu, how nice to see you again!” the doctor suddenly burst into the room. Yoochun remembered that his last name was ‘Shim,’ according to all the certificates hanging on the walls, around the clinic.
“I can’t say the same to you,” Mr. Kim replied sarcastically.
The doctor laughed and looked at Yoochun. He raised his eyebrow. Yoochun quickly explained, “Sorry for taking the mask without permission. I’m not feeling too well.”
Yoochun saw the doctor looked him up and down, from the old tennis shoes to faded jeans and the black T-shirt.
“Don’t worry about it,” Doctor Shim smiled. He was tall, a little tanned, and almost as handsome as Mr. Kim (in Yoochun’s opinion). “No offense and know that this is a compliment: with the ponytail, large T-shirt and thin legs, I thought you were a girl. I was going to ask you if you’re his new girlfriend, since Junsu likes to go for tall….”
“No! Definitely not!” Yoochun shook out of his shock and immediately protested. He looked over at Mr. Kim, whose frown had deepened (no longer playful), probably because he didn’t like the thought of Yoochun being anything but his employee. “I’m being paid to take care of him.”
“Oh,” the doctor said, amused by the outburst.
“I’ll wait outside,” Yoochun looked down and raced out of the room.
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Yoochun sat down on the chair right outside the room. The nurse was too busy to pay attention to him.
As he waited, he realized that he could hear what the two friends were saying in the room. He couldn’t help but eavesdrop.
“He’s cute,” the doctor chuckled. “You think I can get him into my bed before you get your eyes back?”
“You think I can beat the life out of you before I get my eyes back?” Mr. Kim retorted.
What did that mean?
Dr. Shim laughed. “Wow, and here I thought you’d never let go.”
‘Let go’. They must be talking about his gorgeous girlfriend.
“Changmin, I never said that I’ve let go,” Mr. Kim assured, seriousness in every word.
“You don’t have to voice something for it to be true, buddy. Just forget about her and try out this guy. He’s really cute. It’s 2009. It’s okay to fall in love with someone of the same gender.”
“He’s immature and argues with me about every little thing,” Mr. Kim exclaimed. Yoochun made a note to act more mature around him.
“At least SOMEONE is brave enough to argue with you when you’re throwing one of your tantrums.”
“Shut up and tell me when I’ll get my sight back.”
“Hard to say, you told me over the phone that you’ve been getting really bad headaches?”
“Extremely painful ones; I took four painkillers this morning.”
“You don’t need painkillers, you have the cutie sitting out there,” the tall doctor chuckled.
Yoochun lowered his head sadly. If only the doctor saw him without the flu mask…
Yoochun felt bad for eavesdropping (and was afraid of what else he’d hear). He was about to move to a farther seat when he heard Mr. Kim say, “You should try to get Micky to get rid of the mask so you can see what he looks like.”
“Why?”
“So you can tell me, Genius.”
“Why does it matter?”
“I want to know what he looks like. He refuses to let me touch his face or even tell me.”
“You have your sexy girlfriend,” Doctor Shim mocked.
“Changmin, if I weren’t blind, you wouldn’t be breathing.”
The doctor laughed. “I respect the guy. If he doesn’t let me see what he looks like, I’m not going to force him to do it.”