| Fan Fiction |
by hydraheiress
Yoochun had every right to hate the guy.
Yunho had unconsciously given them every reason to despise his existence.
Yoochun was pretty sure that more than half of the school’s population shared the same sentiment.
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Yoochun’s day was going fairly well as he spent most of his morning time mentally willing the new guy to drop dead. He was quite sure too that all the looks directed at Yunho sent the same message. The ‘Get the fuck away from our Jaejoong-sshi!’ glares were bright as daylight. But of course, Yoochun’s actions leaned more on the protective side - had always been since they were kids. And everyone in school knew about his knack of going psycho freak if anyone dared to take advantage of his best friend.
Well, at least he had that tough reputation the first two years of his high school life.
Said reputation however, pretty much dissolved into goo the minute Kim Junsu agreed to be his boyfriend. And everyone’s thoughts immediately went from ‘Yoochun ah is so scary’ to ‘Aww, they are soooo cute.’
Of course he loved the guy and would not have wanted the turn of events regarding their relationship go any other way. But he just really hoped that his tough ass reputation didn’t get torn into shreds. He hated to admit it but Changmin was right. He really was whipped. Oh the things that love could do.
Yoochun frowned then mentally cleared his thoughts. He was getting sidetracked again.
Shrugging, he craned his neck to the side, eyes resting on Jaejoong’s slumped form in his seat.
They were again waiting for the first period of the day and his best friend was seriously emitting the ‘don’t fuck around with me’ aura. Yoochun's facial expression was turning into a scowl. He really was getting majorly worried.
There was not a doubt in his mind that this was all Jung Yunho’s fault. The guy had not appeared in school since that first day he got introduced to the class. And the flurry of words that came out of Jaejoong’s lips yesterday solidified his suspicions.
And so began Yoochun's backtracking of the events that happened all week.
Monday went fairly well.
Aside from Jaejoong’s fainting spell and Yunho’s frustrating ability to sweet talk the clinic’s doctor into letting him stay by Jaejoong’s side and watch over him, which by the way grated on his nerves because hello? Junsu, Changmin and himself - especially himself who was the best friend slash adoptive brother, should have been the ones allowed to look out for their friend and not some perverted stranger. Yet all they got was a disapproving look from the doctor before being purposely shooed out the clinic.
But he was thankful that things progressed after that. When they met with Jaejoong for their first class that afternoon, he had looked... better. Not that he looked bad or anything beforehand but there was just this restless expression in his eyes that spoke volumes of epic discomfort that had been going on for weeks. And that look was what had been worrying them like hell.
But that afternoon, Jaejoong had actually smiled a full genuine happy smile. Though he might have looked a bit troubled about something, nevertheless, he didn’t seem to be as fidgety and as restless anymore. The appetite for massive amounts of water and food seemed to have considerably lessened too (which the three of them found out later that evening) and there was no Yunho to turn Yoochun’s mood sour. So all in all, the day turned out alright.
Tuesday came and that was when the teacher told them about Jung Yunho’s apparent errands for the school admin.
That raised a lot of questioning looks from the students since he was still new after all. But the teacher merely smiled and got on with the lesson. When Yoochun’s gaze landed on his best friend, Jaejoong had looked... confused and maybe a bit sad? Yoochun deemed it best to ignore the expression he saw in his friend’s face as he shoved it to the furthermost parts of his head.
Come Wednesday and Yunho still hadn't appeared in class.
Jaejoong’s mood had considerably turned from fairly okay to half brooding. His eyebrows always seemed to be etched into a frown. His hands were constantly clasped together as he rested them on his chin, scowling darkly.
When Yoochun tried to joke around and lift their hyung's mood along with Changmin and Junsu’s help, all they got was a small forced smile before Jaejoong had stood up from his chair, muttering something about having to attend a conference meeting.
That night, he went to bed early after having finished doing his school presidential duties by his study table, merely exchanging a few words with them before turning his lights out.
Thursday came around the corner and there was still no Yunho in sight.
To Yoochun and everyone’s surprise, in the middle of a boring lecture, Jaejoong suddenly shot up from his chair, stormed towards the front of the class and fisted the teacher’s collar before slamming him against the headboard. He was practically growling and was demanding where the hell Jung Yunho was. But then his eyes turned wide as saucers, seemingly realizing what he was doing. He turned to Yoochun who had deftly jumped up from his seat and sprinted right into his best friend’s side.
‘I... I didn’t mean to do that. I'm sorry.’ was Jaejoong’s wide-eyed shaky response. Covering a hand to his mouth, Jaejoong retreated a few paces back before bolting out the door.
Yoochun’s body tensed as he swallowed a lump in his throat. It was the first time in days that Yoochun was able to finally get a proper look at his friend. And to his shock, he realized that his best friend was looking a lot worse than he had weeks ago.
“I’m worried about him.” Junsu muttered, dropping the pen that he was twirling in his fingers. There was no use trying to make the damn homework when all he could think about was his friend’s disturbing and worrisome behavior.
“I thought he was getting better, he seemed to be doing better two days ago.’” Yoochun gritted out, raking his fingers in his hair, tugging and pulling at the strands in frustration for endless seconds before finally burying his face in his hands.
“His eating habits had gone worse than ever. Hyung, what’s happening to him? It’s starting to scare me.” Changmin chided in, a faint shaking tremor visible in his tone while he nervously chewed on his bottom lip.
Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin spent most of their time that afternoon in the faculty room. They apologized for Jaejoong's actions and promised that such inappropriate display would never happen again.
Jaejoong waited outside the room, expression barely hanging on. His lower lip trembled menacingly. When the younger three exited the faculty room, their eyes quickly landed on Jaejoong's shaking frame. He finally broke down and cried. Yoochun was instantly by his best friend's side, collecting him into his arms, whispering gentle words into his ear as he tried to calm down their sobbing hyung.
Friday came and rumors had spread.
Yoochun’s mood was getting darker by the minute. Apparently, Jaejoong’s outburst spread throughout campus and everyone began making assumptions and theories about said odd behavior from the school’s Student Council President.
Some were spreading gossip about how Jung Yunho and Kim Jaejoong were former classmates in middle school and had been at each other’s throat ever since. Yoochun just scoffed at the stupid rumor because first off, Jaejoong got along with everyone and second, he never picked fights. That was Yoochun’s specialty back then. There were also a fair amount of other rumors that got around but they were just too ridiculous to even consider listening to. How did people even came up with this stuff?
Afternoon came and to Yoochun's horror, the insane part of the female population suddenly came to the picture, swearing to the gods of 'slash manhwa' (of what that meant he didn’t know and had no intention of ever finding out) that Jaejoong-sshi and the Yunho guy must have met and fell inlove in middle school - or whatever kind of scenario they preferred to fantasize in their heads. And that now after such a long wait, they were finally able to meet again thus explaining the whole kiss accident. No wonder Jaejoong-sshi looked so lost and angry with the absence of the new transfer student.
Yoochun was positive that the never ending gushes of ‘Yunho must have missed his beautiful Jaejoong so much and had been unable to contain his longing that's why he claimed his lips the second he fell into his arms. And Jaejoong-sshi who was too overwhelmed by the presence of the love of his life couldn’t help but faint on the spot. And then they went to the school’s clinic and made hot loving man sex and lived happily ever after. The end.’ was going to be the death of him one of these days.
Yoochun was quite sure his ears were bleeding and then he began pounding his head on the nearest flat surface he could find. Oh but it didn’t end there, he also found out that these group of female teenagers had been screaming 'YunJae' all over campus, which he realized to his discomfort was Jaejoong and Yunho's ‘couple name’ and apparently him and Junsu had their own ‘Yoosu’ couple name too. Huh. Girls were weird.
“We need to do something, he needs to lighten up.” Junsu whispered in Yoochun’s ear that Friday afternoon while he was arranging and putting his books, notebooks and other school stuff into his bag.
Junsu cocked his head towards Jaejoong’s slumped posture a few feet away from them.
Changmin’s arms were flailing madly to and fro as he continued to inanimately talk about the awesomeness that was food in front of Jaejoong’s blank expression. The smaller man rested his chin on Yoochun’s shoulder and circled his waist from behind. Yoochun slowly turned around smiling, gently locking his arms around the smaller man’s shoulders. “What did you have in mind?”
Junsu’s lips broke into a wide smile, arms leaving their hold on Yoochun’s waist and then cupped his face in his hands, pulling him down for a kiss. “Oh, I’m working on it.”
The weekend was spent at Junsu’s family’s beach resort.
Their time spent there was supposed to help Jaejoong feel better. It was supposed to help in taking his mind off certain things that had been bothering him for the past several weeks. However, in the end, Jaejoong didn’t get any better at all. He just got worse. Jaejoong went from ‘constant spacing out’ to ‘constant snapping’ at everyone that dared to approach him or talk to him. His eyes had developed a crazy look to them and most of the time, he was just... he was just pissed.
Another Monday morning arrived and Jaejoong started the day by pointedly glaring at anyone that did as much as made eye contact. He ignored every mumbling and shaking fangirl that wanted to give him gifts, hinting at him to be the father of her first born which ended in having said fangirl sobbing in a corner while the ‘YunJae Movement’ shushed and threatened her with the words of ‘quit daydreaming that you’re going to end up with Jaejoong-sshi’s awesomeness because he only has the heart and eyes for Yunho-sshi.’ crushing every hope that said girl had.
“You’re not okay. Please, talk to me man!” Yoochun begged in stark desperation that Monday noon.
“For the last time Chun ah, I’m fine.” Jaejoong’s voice was enough to cut fire.
Yoochun has had enough of the cold treatment. He wasn’t going to just leave it be and back down. Enough was enough.
“You’re not fine. Goddamit Jaejoong, what the hell is your problem?” Yoochun yelled rising up from his chair, toppling it to the ground from the force of his action, effectively making everyone inside the classroom and some from the passing students outside to turn their heads in his direction.
But Yoochun just didn’t give a shit anymore.
“Dammit man, why won’t you fucking talk to us? We’re your friends dammit! Sunnie and Min ah are starting to get scared shitless of you too and you look like hell! You glare and growl and you’re just overall pissed off at everything. You wouldn’t even let us touch you anymore. Every time I clamp a hand on your shoulder, every time Changmin tries to offer comfort, hell, even a simple high five would have been enough to let us know that you’re still there, that it’s still you. But no, you always fucking close off. And I’ve had enough of this crap!”
Everyone stared dumbfounded and speechless at Yoochun’s outburst. Of course the students were aware that their Jaejoong-sshi had seemed to be a little out of it lately but hearing that even his closest friends seemed to be having a hard time trying to talk with him? They figured that something must have been terribly wrong.
Yoochun took in labored breaths as he leveled gazes with his best friend refusing to back down from the staring contest. Jaejoong gazed at him wide-eyed, mouth slightly open. Suddenly, Jaejoong’s body began to fervently shake as he unceremoniously bent his head low and reflexively covered a hand on his mouth.
It occurred to Yoochun that he had been doing that gesture a lot recently. His expression morphed into a look of alarm. “Jaejoong?” he asked, leaning down and cupping his best friend's face in his hand. Jaejoong’s eyes were firmly screwed shut. “Jaejoong? What…” the body beneath his fingers continued to tremble.
“Don’t! Chun ah… please tell them to not come any closer! Please.” Jaejoong’s words were muffled but thankfully Yoochun was still able to hear it. He didn’t understand why Jaejoong was asking him of it but the desperation in his voice didn’t leave any room for questions. And the students were really starting to crowd in.
“Everybody stay back!” he cried out and the students stayed where they were. Yoochun met Changmin and Junsu’s looks of alarming worry and were about to take a step forward but Yoochun shook his head and tried his best to send the message to his friends that it was what Jaejoong wanted.
Thankfully, both boys stayed put.
Yoochun gazed back down at Jaejoong whose eyes were still firmly screwed shut. “Jaejoong. Come on man. What the... hyung, open your eyes. What’s wrong? You’re really starting to scare me shitless here.”
His best friend looked like he was in the verge of being in physical pain and it greatly confused and worried Yoochun why Jaejoong insisted on keeping his eyes closed.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! But I can’t…I’m sorry I had to…I had to push everyone away, I can’t let... can’t risk... he’s not here, he’s not here Chun ah, and I need him, need him, I can’t breathe, I can barely think, I’m hungry and thirsty and he’s not here, here’s not here and everyone’s scent, everyone’s driving me crazy. I don’t... I don’t know... I just... I can’t.” Jaejoong was hyperventilating. And then suddenly - he shot up from his chair, quickly pried Yoochun’s hands off his shoulders then sprinted to and out the door.
That had happened yesterday afternoon and later that night Jaejoong made it a point to never leave his room.
And today, another Tuesday morning, Yoochun was reduced to gazing at his friend who was still carefully keeping his head low.
God, Yoochun was itching to talk to him, to run soothing circles on his back because shit! They haven't been acting like best friends ever since that night they fetched Jaejoong at the hospital. And then this Yunho had to add up to his frustrations. And dammit, if he ever saw that Jung Yunho’s face again he was seriously going to be burrowing a face from a dog.
Yoochun closed his eyes and willed himself to take calming breaths, getting worked up so early in the morning would do him no good and he couldn’t afford to have Junsu worrying for him too.
“Oh my God everyone! I just saw Jung Yunho walking the hallways!”
Everyone’s heads quickly snapped to the owner of said voice, (some to their surprise even experienced whiplash) then reflexively craned their gazes back to their Student Council’s President. A deafening silence seemed to envelop the whole room as they continued to expectantly wait for Jaejoong’s reaction.
Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin shared a look with each other then darted their eyes to their friend. Yoochun in particular was mentally screaming murder.
Jaejoong abruptly stood up and began to take a step. Yoochun was quick at grabbing him by the wrist, turning his best friend towards him. What the fuck was Jaejoong's problem? If he guessed right, this Yunho was the reason for his miserable life for the past week and yet - the words died on Yoochun’s lips the moment he peered at Jaejoong’s face.
He first noticed the lips, the usual plump rosy red lips were dry, deathly pale and chaffed to the point of appearing like Jaejoong died of dehydration. Beads of sweat trickled down his face and into his neck.
Yoochun realized too that his friend was practically gasping for air, like he didn’t have enough of the oxygen entering his lungs. And there were dark circles under - Yoochun paled. Jaejoong’s eyes...they were - he gulped. They were glowing red.
“Let go of me Chun ah!” Jaejoong’s voice was deep and guttural and dangerous and what the hell, those eyes were really glowing. Yoochun gaped in frozen silence.
Jaejoong jerked his hand away from his friend’s hold and turned, carefully keeping his head bent low to avoid having anyone look at them by accident since he still couldn't seem to control when and how to turn the blasted things on and off. Jaejoong's hands balled into fists as he began his pace.
And Yoochun could only stare at his retreating back.
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