| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
“Stop being so superficial; you just want to see if he’s good looking and worthy enough of your time.”
Yoochun felt like someone had just punched him in the gut. Mr. Kim really cared about looks.
He didn’t want to hear anymore so he moved to a chair on the farthest end of the clinic.
Fifteen minutes later, the door opened and the two men walked out. Standing at the door, the doctor informed, “I’ve actually heard of some patients who had constant headaches as a sign of recovery, so don’t worry about it too much. I’ll give you some medication for it, but don’t take any if you don’t really need it.”
‘Sign of recovery.’
Yoochun looked down at the magazine in his hand and realized that it was upside down. He closed it and put it down on the little table. Standing up, he stood at the entrance of the clinic like a butler.
The doctor turned to look at him. “You sure you don’t want me to look at the flu of yours?”
“No, thank you,” Yoochun murmured. He glanced at Mr. Kim and noticed the look of disappointment.
“Okay, then, give me a call if he passes out from the headaches. Although I can tell you that for Junsu, a kiss from a cutie is better than a pill,” he winked and Yoochun blushed from embarrassment.
“Will a kiss from me cure your stupidity?” Mr. Kim cocked an eyebrow as he looked straight ahead.
Doctor Shim played stupid and replied, “You’re not looking at me; you’re staring at a wall. Stop threatening to kiss my walls.”
Mr. Kim looked like he wanted to hit the doctor. Yoochun wanted to laugh at his silliness.
“Okay, let’s get home. I can’t stand this guy,” Mr. Kim stuffed his hands into his pockets and waited for Yoochun to escort him out of the clinic.
Before leaving, Yoochun turned back to see the doctor wink at him. He finally let out a chuckle and wished he could be friends with such a charming man.
■■■■■
It was mostly silent throughout the drive home until Mr. Kim decided to speak, “Was that you giggling when we walked out of the clinic?”
“It was a ‘chuckle,’ not a ‘giggle’.”
“Same difference,” he brushed off.
“No, ‘giggle’ makes me sound like a girl.”
“Maybe you’re a girl in disguise.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and just replied, “No.”
“‘No’ what? That you’re a girl in disguise or that you giggled when we were leaving?”
“No, I’m not a girl in disguise. Yes, I was the one who chuckled when we were leaving.”
“Why?”
“He winked at me. He’s pretty charming and…”
Mr. Kim had interrupted him with an angry voice, “He doesn’t have a bad temper and he isn’t…”
When he didn’t finish his statement, Yoochun went back to concentrating on the road.
■■■■■
“How’s your search going?” Mr. Kim spoke into the phone. Yoochun was surprised that he was calling his friend while sitting in the dining room (rather than his office). He always did it in his office because he wanted privacy.
Yoochun knew he was calling the friend who was helping him find the guy that had caused his accident.
For a moment, Yoochun wondered if he was purposely making the call right in front of Yoochun because he knew that Yoochun was the criminal.
“What did your buddy find?” he spoke into the phone while Yoochun prepared dinner. “What do you mean nothing? Go back to the mountains! Send out a team to search the whole place! Look under every rock!”
Yoochun felt his gut twist.
Maybe he should leave now while he still could. The doctor said that Mr. Kim might be recovering. Staying with him would be too dangerous. He had his passport and money; he could take a plane off this island anytime he wanted.
But he didn’t want to. The thought of leaving him was…upsetting.
“Mouse, is dinner done yet?” Yoochun didn’t miss the anger in Mr. Kim’s voice.
He quickly brought the food to the table. Placing the bowl and chopstick in front of him, Yoochun took another pair of chopsticks and sat down next to him.
As the older (but younger looking, and better looking) man age, Yoochun picked up pieces of entrees to put in the bowl. After his third bite, he asked, “Are you eating?”
“No, I’ll eat later,” Yoochun replied, ready to place another piece of kimchi into his bowl.
“You always eat after me…or you don’t even eat dinner at all,” he pointed out. Yoochun was surprised that he even noticed.
“It’s okay.”
“Go get yourself a bowl of rice and eat with me,” he ordered.
“I don’t…”
“I’m already pissed off at Yunho for not being able to find that brat. Don’t push anymore of my buttons,” he warned. Yoochun silently went to get himself a small bowl of rice.
“Do you want more rice?” he asked when Mr. Kim’s bowl was nearly empty.
“I’d rather sit here and listen to you eat. You’re awfully quiet today,” he paused. “You sound like you don’t have the mask on anymore. Are you suddenly better now?”
Yoochun knew that he was suspicious of the mask.
“I have other things on my mind,” he replied truthfully, ignoring the comment about the mask.
“Like what?”
“Nothing that will interrupt my work so it’s not something you need to know,” Yoochun retorted. “I’m not going to be so distracted that I’ll poison your food.”
That seemed to make Mr. Kim angrier. “Fine, then I’ll go to my room by myself. If I spend anymore time with annoying people, I might commit suicide.”
Why was he so angry?
■■■■■
In the middle of the night, Yoochun still could not sleep. He decided to go warm up a glass of milk.
When he passed by Mr. Kim’s room, he heard a lot of shuffle and even a muffled groan. He quickly rushed in and was thankful that the door wasn’t locked.
When he stepped in, he saw Mr. Kim suffocating himself with a pillow. The blanket had been kicked onto the floor. Yoochun automatically ran to his side and struggled to pull the pillow off.
“Mr. Kim! Stop it! I thought you were joking about committing suicide! Give me the pillow!”
“Get out of my room,” he practically growled.
Yoochun tugged harder to uncover his face from under the pillow. The pillow ripped, feathers flew all over the room.
Mr. Kim released the pillow case and clutched his head. Yoochun got a better view of his face and the pain was evident. “Junsu! Are you okay? I’ll…I’ll go call Doctor Shim!”
“No!” he roared. “Get me the pills! Now!”
Yoochun nearly tripped as he rushed to find the pills. He finally found them on top of the drawer and placed the small bottle in Mr. Kim’s hand. Just as he was about to run out to get some water, he saw the other man pour out more than ten pills from the container.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he shouted as he pushed all the pills out of his employer’s hands. Mr. Kim almost fell off the bed in attempt to retrieve the pills (leaping towards a random direction), but Yoochun got in the way and held him down on the bed. “Are you trying to kill yourself?”
“Give me the damn pills! Out of my way before I break your bones!”
“No! You don’t need the pills! Just relax and breathe! Listen to me!” he shouted over the struggles. “Breathe!”
He was sitting upright on the bed. Yoochun sat on the edge of the mattress to prevent him from falling. Looking into his eyes, Yoochun saw that it was hollow, yet the pain was etched in his creased lips.
As the pain eased, his body felt weak and he stopped struggling. His upper body fell forward and his head rested on Yoochun’s shoulder, face buried against Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun felt the urge to hug him. He wrapped his arms around the weak man and stayed silent.
Yoochun could only hear the other man’s heavy breathing (after struggling with the pain) and felt the hot breath against his skin.
“Do you feel better?”
He nodded. “I…it’s…it’s bad enough that you have to see me blind. I…I didn’t want you to see me…weak.”
“Why not? You hired me to take care of you. If your head ached, you should have told me. I’m responsible for your health,” he paused and added sadly, “I’m getting paid for it.”
Yoochun waited for him to say something, something like, ‘People don’t like letting their lover see them in a weak state,’ or ‘People can’t show their weak side because they want to give their other half a sense of security.’
He didn’t say any such thing. Instead, he said, “Was that the first time you called me by my first name?”
Yoochun felt the confusion hit him like ice water on a cold day. “What?”
“Right after you ripped my pillow and right before you said you’d go call Changmin.”