| Fan Fiction |
by Zoey
Summary: No matter how much pride does one man has, if he didn’t love and cherish his family, then he doesn’t deserve to be call a man at all.
A/N: This came to me five days ago and I couldn't get back to sleep and wrote it down...it took me two days, but I managed to finish it. Anyway, I just want to say to all my readers that "Wind Beneath My Wings" is almost coming to an end, and I'm working on a new chaptered fic, so.....wait for it....In the mean time enjoy this and please comment.......
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“I will help you and your family for as long as you need, but on one condition.” Elder Kim said, pushing a written contract toward the man sitting opposite of him.
The man looked sideway to his wife, silently conversing with her the possibility of other options or solutions to their problems. The wife met her husband troubling gazed with an anguish looked of her own. They had no other choices. The only solution left was to accept the offer that the Kim had to offer. Accepting the Kim’s offer would allow them a secure place for them and their unborn child to live their lives, but not for their grandchildren. The wife tried to stifle her sobs as she nodded her head to her husband, agreeing to sign the contract.
The husband had no choice, but to accept the Kim’s offer. “We agree. What is the condition?” The man asked even though he already knew of the sacrifice he had to make for this deal. They had talked about it once before.
“Park, I will help you get rid of all your problems in exchange for one thing in return.” Elder Kim spoke, leaning back on his chair arms crossing over his chest. “What I want in return is that for your first born grandchild to be married to my first born grandchild. From the day they were born they would have to be inform of their status as the future spouse of the Kim. They would have to love, honor, serve, and respect as a true lover would one another, no exception.”
The Park stared at him wide eyes. The consequence of them taking this offer would lie in the life of their grandchild. He wouldn’t be suffering, but his grandchild will. They could refuse the offer, but if they were to refuse, then the chance of them having a pleasant and stable life would be no more. By accepting the offer would allow them to have a stable life, giving the chance of their unborn child to live his life and have a kid of his own even if his fate had already been determined.
“If you accept the offer, sign the paper. I will take care of everything else.” Elder Kim said, placing a pen on top a piece of paper containing the contract to their promised.
Elder Park signed the contract with shaky hand. Once he finished he handed the contract back to Elder Kim. He scoffed inwardly thinking that the Park had no pride. They would rather sell the life of their grandchild off instead of keeping the pride of their family.
A man without his pride is not a man at all.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Almost seventy years had passed by since the agreement made by Elder Kim and Elder Park. As it said it the contract that the first born of both families were to married one another. The Kim had given birth to a healthy baby boy two years before his promised spouse was born. His name was Kim Junsu. Two years later, much to everyone anticipation, the Park gave birth to a stunning beautiful baby boy, Park Yoochun. Now that the heir of both families had been born, they could do nothing, but wait for the two children to grow up and fulfill the arrangement that their grandfather had made.
“Junsu-ah” Mrs. Kim walked over to where her son was playing, a small boy following close by. “I want you to meet someone.”
“Who Umma?” Junsu asked innocently, thinking his mother had brought him a new friend to play with.
“Junsu, this is Yoochun.” Mrs. Kim introduced the two children together. “Yoochun-ah, this is Junsu. Your future husband.”
Junsu’s face turned into a scowl immediately after realizing who his mother had brought over. “Oh!, it’s you.”
Mrs. Kim scolded her son, “Junsu, honey please be nice to Yoochun.”
“Why should I? Is he a man or what?” Junsu shouted angrily and stomped his way back inside his house. “He had no pride. His whole family had no pride!”
Tears welled up in Yoochun’s eyes at the hateful word that belong to Junsu. It streamed down his cheeks like waterfalls. His grandfather would be so disappoint in him. He had made his future spouse hated him with just a mere sight of himself. Mrs. Kim saw the tears on Yoochun’s feminine face and panicked.
“Yoochun-ah, why are you crying?”
“Auntie, I’m sorry” He whispered.
“Why are you sorry, Yoochun-ah?” Mrs. Kim asked, thumbing the falling tears away from the boy’s cheek. She had never approved of her father acted and thought toward the Park and couldn’t help felt sorry for the young boy.
“I made Junsu-hyung hate me” Yoochun whimpered, thinking he had committed a serious crime.
Mrs. Kim giggled at the boy, he was growing on her. She was starting to love this boy like he was her own son. “None sense Yoochun-ah. Don’t mind him. He’ll come around. Now dry your tears and I will take you back home, all right.”
Yoochun nodded his head obediently. Mrs. Park watched him with nothing, but adoration in her eyes. He was a perfect match to her son and for the first time in her life, she was happy with this agreement.
Junsu was raised to be the successful heir of the Kim Industry. Ever since he was young he had been informed by his parents and grandparents that he was to wed no one, but the Park first born. Before his grandfather passed away, Junsu had been told and influence to believe that a man should always had his pride. It was the one thing that his grandfather had taught him and reminded him time after time again. Due to his grandfather strong belief, Junsu had come to hate the Park for not holding on to their pride. He was raised and told with the word of hatred toward the Park. His grandfather had constantly told him that by marrying a Park didn’t mean that he had to actually love and respect him, and Junsu was intended to do just that.
Yoochun; however, was raised differently than Junsu. He was told since the day he was born to love, respect, honor, and serve the only heir of the Kim, his future spouse Junsu. He had learned to accept his fate ever since he was a young child. His grandmother constantly reminded him that their family is where they are today because of the Kim. They owed the Kim everything; therefore, Yoochun was willingly to give his all to please Junsu.
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The wedding itself was small consisting of family members and closed friend of the family only. The guests were mostly friends and family from the Kim’s family since Yoochun lost both of his parents to a tragic car accident two years ago. The ceremony was held at the Kim’s estate in their back yard. Mrs. Kim had transformed the entire yard filled with white rose and lilies. The ceremony itself was performed beautifully according to Yoochun.
It was now official. They were a married couple just as their grandparent agreed it. To Yoochun, he had given Junsu his mind, body, soul, and heart to Junsu a long time ago and he will continue to do for as long as he lived. To Junsu, this marriage meant nothing to him, but a piece of paper to prove their love which he could rip it anytime he wanted to.
Junsu threw one of many pillows on their now shared bed at Yoochun’s feet. “From now on you sleep on the floor.”
Yoochun looked hurt, but he quickly reminded himself that he loved Junsu and was willing to do anything for him. “Yes, Junsu-hyung.”
“What right do you have to call me by my name?” Junsu screamed, slamming his now legally wife to the wall of their bedroom.
Yoochun stared at Junsu with wide shocked eyes. “I…I’m sorry..hyung”
“Don’t ever call me that!” Junsu growled. “When we alone you are only allow to call me by family name and that’s it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Kim-shii” Yoochun whispered.
Their wedding night was nothing like what Yoochun had imagined it to be. He thought that a newly wedded couple would happily enjoy each other’s company and make sweet gentle love to one another. No. What Yoochun experience on his wedding night and for the first time in his life was nothing, but pure hatred and pain. There was no love from Junsu at all. The older man had taken out his anger and frustration at him, practically forcing himself on Yoochun.
But it didn’t matter. Yoochun was willingly to accept everything that Junsu had given him. Not because of their grandparents agreement, but simple because Yoochun loved him.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Just as he had said, the marriage meant nothing to him. Junsu continued to live his life as if nothing had change. Every night he would go out partying and slept with any man and woman who were willingly to please him. More than often Junsu would come home drunk, smelling like sex. Yoochun could do nothing, but wait for his husband to return home, clean him when he returned home too drunk to do anything.
All good things must come to an end when one evening Junsu came home slightly drunk, smelling like sweat and cum as usual. Yoochun was waiting for Junsu as usual. Hearing the soft thud outside his door Yoochun knew that his husband was home. He cautiously and carefully opened the door, worried that Junsu might fall over if he was leaning against the wooden barrier. The sight that greeted him would forever be imprinted in his mind. There on the front porch was Junsu kissing a blonde man like there was no tomorrow. Hearing the front door opened, Junsu broke away from the kiss to smirk at his wife.
“Problem?” Junsu asked casually, arms holding on the other’s waist possessively.
“Wh…who is his, Kim-Shii?” Yoochun was willing himself not to cry even though it was killing him inside to see with his own eyes what Junsu was doing every night.
“This is my friend, Jaejoong and he will be staying the night.” Junsu informed him, pushing past Yoochun as he led Jaejoong away to their bedroom. “You’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.”
“Bu…but you can’t just bring someone over to sleep in our bed!” Yoochun yelled outraged.
He knew that Junsu was cheating on him. It was one thing when Junsu was doing it outside their house, but now Junsu had started to bring someone home with him Yoochun couldn’t and refused to accept it. Junsu’s eyes turn into small slit as he stared at Yoochun hard. He turned and whispered something to Jaejoong before the blonde silently retreated upstairs to their bedroom.
When he heard the door to their bedroom clicked shut, Junsu practically flew to where Yoochun was standing. Hand grabbed at his throat throwing him down on the floor. “What right do you have as to who I can or can’t bring home?”
Yoochun struggled against the strong grip at his neck. His hands clawed at the hand around his throat, breathe coming in short gasped as his lungs desperately tried to take in air. Just as he thought he was going passed out from lack of air, Junsu released him. Yoochun coughed violently as he tried to crawl away from his enraged husband.
“Let me remind you who are the boss of this house and who are the boss of you.” Junsu shouted as he slapped Yoochun. “I’ll teach you to raise your voice at me.”
Junsu roughly tore his clothes off his body. Yoochun shivered as realization came over him as to what Junsu was going to do. “No! Kim-Shii! No!”
Ignoring the plea in his spouse voiced, Junsu quickly shed his own clothes off. He forcefully slammed his harden member into Yoochun’s dry entrance causing the muscle to tear, blood dripping down his thigh and onto the hardwood floor. Yoochun screamed and cried at the pain. The more Yoochun cried and screamed, the more it fueled Junsu’s anger. Each thrust was harder and rougher as so were the blow that Junsu deliver to various parts of Yoochun’s body from his face down to his stomach.
“Clean this up before I come down tomorrow” Junsu spat, walking back to their bedroom where Jaejoong laid waiting. Leaving Yoochun on the floor of their living room bruised and battered.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Once it started it can never be taken back. Since that night weeks ago where Junsu first brought home a stranger, so they could have sex on their bed in their bedroom. It was also the day where Junsu took him, raping him. It wasn’t anything like Yoochun had imagined it to be, he couldn’t believe that his own husband would have the heart to hurt him, but he did. It wasn’t filled with love and tenderness, but with pure hatred and lust.
Ever since that night, Junsu constantly brought Jaejoong home to spend the night forcing Yoochun to spend his night on the couch, alone and cold. He had learned from Jaejoong, himself, that his husband and him were in fact dating. On the day that Jaejoong couldn’t spend the night keeping his husband satisfied, Junsu took out his anger and pent up frustration on him. Rape and abuse became an everyday ritual.
No matter how many times Junsu had hurt him, physically or emotionally, Yoochun had never complained. He just wished that one day, Junsu could love him like he loved the older man. He was so good at hiding his bruised and scars from everyone else that it came natural to him. But secret was not meant to be kept, it would eventually reveal itself. Mrs. Kim had decided to come to visit Yoochun one day while Junsu was at work. Taking the liberty of letting herself into her son’s mansion, she was speechless at the sight of her son-in-law.
Yoochun had no idea what had happened between Junsu and Jaejoong, but from what he could gathered Junsu had found out that Jaejoong was also sleeping with someone else, not that it mattered. It was a good excused for him to break things off with Jaejoong since he grew tired of the blonde man anyway. Ever since their break up, Junsu had been more rough with him leaving him almost every morning too weak to do anything, but lie in the pool of his own blood and bodily fluid.
This morning was no different. Junsu had worked him up pretty good last night, leaving him unable to lift himself up and walked. He had scoffed at Yoochun as he walked past his wife and left for work, leaving Yoochun to tend for himself. Yoochun curled himself into a tight ball as he cried. That was how Mrs. Kim found him.
“Yoo…Yooochun-ah” Mrs. Kim cried out, rushing to her son-in-law in a panic. “Oh my God!” She stifled her cried as she saw his naked body covered in cuts and bruised. There was dried blood along the inside of thigh and back side. Realization came to her as she realized the terrible truth of her son.
Yoochun gasped, seeing Mrs. Kim, he tried to move, but was too weak to do so. “Umma, what are you doing here?” Mrs. Kim had insisted that he called her Umma and being a good son-in-law, Yoochun complied.
Mrs. Kim grabbed the blanket nearby and covered Yoochun up as she helped him up to the couch. “Did Junsu do this to you?”
Yoochun kept silent, avoiding her gazed. He whispered, “No, Umma. Kim-shii didn’t mean to, I made him angry that’s all.”
“Kim-shii?” Yoochun gasped, realizing that he had slipped.
“He made you called him that?” Mrs. Kim whispered voice shaky. Why hadn’t she noticed this before? How could she ruin the life of one innocent boy? “OMG, Yoochun-ah. I’m so sorry.”
“No!” Yoochun protested with wide eyes. “No, Umma! It’s my own fault for not taking care of him properly like every other wife should.”
“But, this is not right, Yoochun. I need to put a stop to this.”
At hearing this, Yoochun snapped his head toward Mrs. Kim. Before Mrs. Kim could register what Yoochun was doing, he was on his knee in front of her bowing down to her, head resting near her feet. His shoulder shaking as sobs raked through his thin frame.
“Umma.” Yoochun begged. “Please Umma, Kim-shii did nothing wrong. It was all my fault. I angered him. I will try harder. Please Umma don’t…Please give me another chance to do better.”
Mrs. Kim cried at the plea in Yoochun’s voiced. She slid down and pulled Yoochun tight against her chest as she held him while he cried. Both mumbling words of apologies toward one another, one for not being a good mother to notice that her son had treated his wife as he would a whore, while one for not fulfilling his duty as a wife as he should.
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“Yoochun!” Junsu shouted angrily once he set foot in his house after a long day at work.
Hearing his husband angry called, Yoochun limp his way as fast as his body would allow him to. “Yes, Kim-shii.”
“Where’s my dinner?”
“It’s done, Kim-shii. Take a seat and I’ll be right out with it.” Yoochun turned back into the kitchen to fetch Junsu his dinner. He could faintly hear the front door slammed shut, He hurried carry the tray of food out to Junsu, afraid that his husband might get angrier if he take too long.
“Kim-shii, dinner is…..” Yoochun dropped the tray of food, plates shattering and food spilled in every which way. There stood in the dining room was Jaejoong, gun pointing at Junsu. “Jae..Jaejoong-shii?”
Jaejoong ignored him, “I want you to take responsibility for what you did!”
“Why should I?” Junsu scoffed, not caring at least one bit that Jaejoong was carrying a gun.
“Wha..what’s going on?” Yoochun asked, nervously. Chilled ran down his spine. The two ex-lovers ignored him as they continued to bicker.
“It’s your baby!” Jaejoong screamed, waving his gun madly.
“How are you so sure it’s mine?” Junsu taunted. “You slept with someone else the same time as you were sleeping with me. It could have been someone else.”
“YOU BASTARD!” Jaejoong shouted.
Everything happened so fast. Yoochun saw something in Jaejoong’s eyes and before he could think, his feet were already moving forward. A screamed left his mouth as he threw himself in front of Junsu, knocking both of them to the floor. Jaejoong had pulled the trigger, the bullet heading straight to Junsu’s heart. Before Junsu could even realized what happened, Yoochun was pinning him to the ground, his hands which had automatically came around Yoochun when the younger man slammed into him was now covered in blood.
“Yoo..Yoo.Yoochun?” Junsu gasped, voice wavered. His hand was covered with blood, but it wasn’t his. He looked down and saw that Yoochun had been shot. He frantically rolled Yoochun over checking to see if his wife was still alive. “Yoochun!”
Yoochun weakly opened his eyes. “Kim-shii….Are you all right?”
“SHIT!” Junsu fished out his cell phone and called for the ambulance. “I’m fine. Hang on, Yoochun.”
“Kim-shii? I’m cold.” Yoochun whispered, eyes fluttering shut. “Can I take a nap?”
“Yoochun! No! Stay awake, OK?” Junsu gently shook him awake. He could feel how icy cold his hand had become. “The ambulance will be here any minute.”
“I’m tired, Kim-shii. Please let me rest my eyes for just a minute.” Yoochun muttered before he went completely still in Junsu’s arms. Neither men had noticed Jaejoong quietly slipped away before the police and paramedics arrive.
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Junsu paced nervously in front of the emergency room. Jaejoong had fled, but he didn’t care. He had already informed the police. He would let them handle it. He had more important thing to worry about right now. Yoochun. He was shocked to say the least when he had realized that Yoochun had willingly threw himself in front of a bullet to save him. After all the things he did to him, Junsu had never expected Yoochun to save him. Yoochun was bleeding way too much and his body temperature had dropped tremendously, scaring him. Since they got married, this was the first time that Junsu had truly felt concern for the younger man.
Mrs. Kim ran into the emergency area, eyes scanning for her son. She spot him a few feet away pacing nervously back and forth in front of an operating room. Seeing the fear written across her son face had calm her down somewhat it was a relief to her to know that Junsu had at least felt concern for Yoochun. A part of her was angry at the young man that wanted to kill her son and another part of her was angry at Junsu for being the cause of all problems. She took a deep breath to calm down the rage she felt within her body before marching her way to her only son.
“Umma” Junsu said, seeing his mother unreadable face. Mrs. Kim said nothing, she walked straight to Junsu slapping him hard across his left cheek. Junsu stared at her, eyes wide with pain, guilt, and shamed.
“What have you done?” Mrs. Kim whispered, tears brimming her eyes. Junsu looked down in shame unable to face his mother. Enraged, Mrs. Kim raised her voiced, “Answer me!”
Junsu flinched, never once had his mother ever yelled at him. “I…I…”
“Don’t think I don’t know Junsu”
“Wh..What?..How?”
Mrs. Kim closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. She pulled Junsu over to the empty seats and forced him to sit down next to her, so they could talk. “I came over one day and I saw the state YOU left him in.”
“I….” Junsu opened his mouth, but Mrs. Kim raised her hand up, stopping him from further explaining himself.
“Just listen, Junsu-ah” Junsu nodded, waiting for his mother to continue. “Do you know what he did when I saw him? I asked him if you were doing this to him. He said no and said that it was his fault that you were angry. He said that he wasn’t fulfilling his role as your wife properly. He said he failed at being your wife causing you to be angry.”
Shocked, he had never expected Yoochun to think or even say that to his mother. He had expected Yoochun to tell his mother the truth. Tears gathered at the back of his eyes, as quick as it came one by one the tears rolled down his face.
Mrs. Kim continued, “Junsu-ah, he begged me. He got down on his knee and bowed down to me apologizing and begged me to let him try again. For being a wife as one should to their husband. Do you see Junsu? Do you see how much he treasure and love you now, Junsu-ah? He fearlessly and willingly gave up his life, so you could be safe.”
“Umma…” Junsu whimpered. Guilt and shame dig deep into his cold heart as he realized how much his action and word caused Yoochun so much pain. Yoochun had never hated him once, but rather stay by Junsu’s side. “I…I’m…”
“What kind of a man felt proud of beating his own wife?” Mrs. Kim asked, tilting her son’s teary face up to face her. “You are a married man now, Junsu-ah. Your pride and joy should be your wife. Nothing else should matter.”
Junsu broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. He had committed a crime much greater than what Jaejoong had done. He had ignored and disrespected his wife while Yoochun had done nothing, but love and cherished him as any wife should have. “I’m sorry”
Cradling her son close to her chest just as she had done to Yoochun months ago, she comforted him softly, glad that he had finally see what was right and wrong. “Promise me to never hurt him again, Junsu-ah. He’s already fragile enough as it is.”
“I won’t, Umma. I promise I won’t ever again.”
-*-*-*-*-*-
Junsu sat beside the hospital bed, hands griping tightly over Yoochun’s free one. While waiting for Yoochun to be out of surgery, he had a heartfelt conversation with his mother. Looking back on the time he had been married to Yoochun, he realized that never once had Yoochun disrespect him. It was he, who had always dishonored his wife. It was him who wasn’t proud of his wife, not the other way around.
They had cried and Junsu had promised his mother that from today onward he would treat Yoochun with everything the he deserved.
Mrs. Kim had left a few hours ago after Yoochun was released from the ICU. Junsu stared at Yoochun’s pale skin. He never paid any attention to Yoochun before and after the talk with the doctor in charge of Yoochun, Junsu had only begun to observe the younger man silently. Yoochun unbelievable thin his skin was pale of color. Junsu noticed that Yoochun was only slightly shorter than him and their weight should be in the same range. But, at the moment it seemed as if Yoochun only weight half of Junsu’s weight.
Yoochun was hooked up to so many machines that made Junsu afraid to touch him anywhere else other than his left hand which was free of medical wire. His mind drifted back to the conversation he and his mother had with Dr. Lee, Yoochun’s doctor.
--Flashback--
The door to Yoochun’s operating room swung open, revealing a middle age man wearing surgical mask and scrubs, blood over his pale blue scrubs. He made his way over to two figures waiting in the waiting room.
“Are you Kim Yoochun’s family?” He asked.
Junsu looked up startled at the amount of blood on the doctor’s attire. His heart sank, body trembling slightly thinking the worst. “Doctor?”
Never once in her life had she seen Junsu in such a vulnerable stage before. Junsu had always been good at keeping his emotion intact, never once showed his true emotion. Seeing him so vulnerable and open like this made a part of her happy that Junsu had finally learned to accept and cherish his wife, another part of her wish he didn’t have to go through all this pain of the possibility of losing Yoochun.
Mrs. Kim quickly took controlled of the situation and asked the doctor. “Yes, we are his family. He’s my son’s wife.”
The doctor nodded and introduced himself. “I’m Dr. Lee. Why don’t we step into my office?”
Junsu and Mrs. Kim nodded following Dr. Lee into his office, both scared that Yoochun’s condition was anything, but good.
“Take a seat please.” Dr. Lee offered, sitting behind his desk, while the Kim sat opposite of him.
“How is my son-in-law, Dr. Lee?” Mrs. Kim couldn’t handle the delay any longer. Her hands were holding on to Junsu tightly, giving each other the support they needed.
“Luckily the bullet had missed his spine only a mere centimeter. If the bullet were to penetrate a little bit over to the right, he would have been paralyzed.”
“Oh God!” Junsu sobbed onto his mother chest. It was because of his stupidity that almost caused Yoochun his ability to walk or worst his life.
“So he’s safe now?” Mrs. Kim asked, a little relived.
“He’ll pull through, but his body is still in not the best condition.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mr. Kim, do you know that your wife is now three months pregnant?”
Junsu couldn’t snap his head fast enough. Yoochun was pregnant. “He…He’s….Is the baby OK?”
“It’s hard to say.” Dr. Lee said. “Yoochun was brought in because of the bullet wound. We found out he was pregnant while we were operating on him. From your reaction, I’m guessing you didn’t know either.”
Junsu shook his head no, he looked at his mother hoping she would at least know that Yoochun was pregnant. To his disappointment, neither did she.
“I had no idea either.” Mrs. Kim added.
“Then I’m assuming Yoochun doesn’t know either.”
“What do you mean earlier when we asked you about the baby?” Mrs. Kim wondered.
“He’s only three months pregnant. There are still time if you decided to abort the baby.”
“What?” Junsu exclaimed, anger at Dr. Lee for suggesting such a thing.
“Mr. Kim, please calm down and listen to me first.” Dr. Lee spoke with calmness. He had dealt in this kind of situation before. Junsu wasn’t the first to react like this. “I wouldn’t suggest abortion if I didn’t think it was best for your wife, considering the condition of his body.”
“What’s the matter with Yoochun? I thought you say he’s fine now.” Junsu asked in a panicked.
“His body is very weak and malnourish. It would be very unhealthy for both the mother and child to continue carrying the child.”
Mrs. Kim asked, knowing that Yoochun would be devastated if they were to abort the baby. “Isn’t there any other way beside abortion?”
“There is, but I won’t recommend it since there is no way to determine that the baby would be 100% healthy when it’s time.”
“What is it?” Junsu asked, not missing a beat. He was willing to take that chance.
Dr. Lee sighed, knowing right now there was no way he could convinced Junsu to consider having the child abort. “If you decided to keep the baby, then Yoochun would have to remain in bed rest for the remaining period of his pregnancy. No heavy lifting and such. I understand that during pregnancy there will be craving, but it would be best if you wouldn’t spoil him too much with his craving. He should eat healthy food for his body as well as for the baby.”
--End Flashback--
A soft whimpered and light shuffled from the bed brought Junsu back to reality. Junsu immediately sprang up from his feet, standing over Yoochun anxiously waiting for his wife to open his eyes. Yoochun could feel the soft squeezed in his left hand, and he forced himself to blink his eyes open. He could hear the soft husky voice of Junsu, comforting him and encouraging him to open his eyes. Why does Junsu’s voice sound so worried? Could it be real? Yoochun was afraid that when he opened his eyes, the gentleness that he imagined Junsu to have right now would be gone.
Taking a chance, Yoochun forced his heavy eyes lid opened. He had to bite back the whimpered that escaped his throat as the bright light of the room blinded him. He tried again, blinking his eyes open only to be faced with a teary eyes Junsu looming over him.
“Kim-shii?” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu chocked back a sob at the familiar voice of his wife. Seeing that Yoochun was all right, he couldn’t hold back his sobs in any longer, Junsu buried his face into the crook of Yoochun’s neck, sobbing uncontrollably. His shoulder shaking with every sobs, arms wrapped tightly around Yoochun’s fragile frame, afraid that if he let go, Yoochun would disappear.
“Kim-shii? Why are you crying?” Yoochun asked, confused at the sudden change of Junsu’s behavior.
Junsu pulled back from his wife, he quickly dried his tears and collected himself before sitting on the edge of Yoochun’s bed, refusing to leave his side.
“Yoochun-ah” Junsu said in a soft tone that Yoochun had never heard before. He brought one of his hand up and gently stroke Yoochun’s hair. “Don’t call me that anymore?”
“Wh…why? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry” Yoochun rambled, afraid that he had upset Junsu once again.
Junsu placed a finger to his lips, shushing him. “No, Yoochun-ah. You did nothing wrong. Tonight when you threw yourself at me, saving me from that bullet I realized just how much I took you for granted. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being so selfish and blinded.”
Yoochun stared blankly at Junsu. Could this be real? Had Junsu finally love him after all this time? “Kim-shii…”
Junsu shook his head. “No, say my name. Call me anything, but not that. Not anymore.”
“Su…” Yoochun whispered. Tears falling quickly over his porcelain cheeks overwhelm with everything.
Junsu chuckled at the nick name. “Su?”
Yoochun didn’t realize he had called Junsu out in such a way. Afraid that his husband would be angry, he quickly apologized. “I..I’m sorry..I..”
“I like it. From now on you call me by that name, all right?” Yoochun nodded. “Yoochun-ah, can you ever forgive me? Can you give me another chance to be a good husband to you? A chance to redeem myself worthy of your love.”
“For me you were never unworthy of my love” Yoochun said, truthfully.
“Thank you, Yoochun-ah. Thank you.” Junsu cautiously wrapped his arms around his wife. Placing their forehead together, Junsu smiled and kissed Yoochun softly.
“Ki…Su, Can I get a drink of water?” Yoochun asked with a blushed. He wasn’t used to calling Junsu, Su.
“Sure, hold on.” Junsu leaped off the bed to pour Yoochun a cup of water. He carefully lifted Yoochun’s upper body up, so he could take a sip of water.
With Junsu’s help, Yoochun leaned back down. He scanned the hospital room and was surprised to see a bunch of machines hooked up to his body. “Have I been out long?”
“Almost a day” Junsu resumed his position on the bed, hand once again stroking Yoochun’s brown locks softly. “You scared me. I thought I lost you.”
Yoochun avoided eyes contact as he spoke. “Why? Wouldn’t that be better?”
Junsu’s heart was heavy with guilty. “I deserved that. Before you got shot, I would have said yes. But now after what happened I regretted everything that I had ever done wrong to you, so no, it wouldn’t be better, not at all.”
Yoochun forced a smile on his face, changing the subject. As much as he was happy that Junsu now had noticed him and had apologized for everything. There was still that fear in his heart, after all the things he had been through his heart refused to accept Junsu so easily. Junsu saw through the fake smile. Yoochun was so easy to read. The younger man wore all of his emotions on his sleeves, his face and eyes displayed everything that his mouth didn’t. Junsu knew that even though Yoochun had said he forgave him, but his heart had a lot of healing to do. He was determined to show his wife just how much he had truly cared for him now.
“What time is it?” Yoochun asked, noticing that it was dark outside.
“Almost midnight”
Yoochun’s eyes widen in protest. “You should go home. Your work.”
Junsu chuckled and felt his heart filled with love and pride to have such a caring wife as Yoochun. Caressing his cheeks, Junsu said. “I’m taking time off work until you get better.”
“But…”
Junsu shushed him, “No, buts OK? I want to, so let me.” Yoochun gave in, knowing how stubborn and pig head Junsu could be.
“So when can I leave?”
“Not for a few more days, Yoochun-ah.” Junsu said with a knowing grinned. “There’s something else wrong with you beside the bullet wound.”
Yoochun shifted his body slightly facing Junsu, and asked. “What’s wrong with me? Am I sick?”
Junsu right hand move lower to caress Yoochun’s tummy, causing the latter to blush profusely. “You’re not sick. You’re just pregnant.”
“Pregnant!”
Junsu let out a laughed at Yoochun’s shocked expression. His left hand continue stroking through his hair, Junsu leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the younger man’s lips. “Yes, pregnant. Thank you, Yoochun-ah for giving me a child.”
“I’m really pregnant?”
“Yes” Junsu assured him. “Are you happy?”
Yoochun pondered everything for a minute. “If you are happy, then I’m happy.”
Junsu stared at Yoochun and wondered how he could have hated him before. He really didn’t deserve Yoochun’s love. “Why are you so good to me?”
“Because I love you.” Yoochun answered without missing a beat. It was the one thing he was sure off. He love Junsu, always have and always will.
“I don’t deserve you.” Junsu whispered.
Yoochun yawned, hand coming up to swat Junsu’s hand away from his forehead and hair. “Stop that. You’re making me sleepy.”
“Good. You need sleep.” Junsu said as he continued to stroke Yoochun’s head.
Yoochun sighed, closing his eyes. The feeling of Junsu’s hand stroking his forehead and through his hair made him sleepy. The gesture comforted him and soon Yoochun fell asleep with Junsu watching over him like he should have.
“I love you, Chunnie. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.” Junsu said, lovingly kissed Yoochun on his forehead.
-*-*-*-*-*-
“Chunnie, be careful.” Junsu shouted from the car as he saw his wife walked out of their car and to their front door, instead of waiting for him like he should have. “Didn’t I tell you to wait for me?”
Yoochun had been released from the hospital today. Junsu had informed him about his condition on his pregnancy and how Yoochun was to be put on bed rest for the rest of his pregnancy. The younger man had whined saying that he wasn’t weak and was very much capable of doing things on his own. Junsu had flat out refused and stated loud and clear that Yoochun was to rest and do nothing else.
“But, I’m fine.” Yoochun whined from their front door.
“Dr. Lee said you shouldn’t be walking around like that. It could affect the baby.” Junsu rushed over to his side and support his now pouting spouse through their home.
Yoochun grumbled. “What does Dr. Lee know? He’s not the one pregnant.”
“He’s the doctor, baby. He knows what he’s doing.” Yoochun blushed at the term of affection that Junsu had chosen to call him beside his nick name Chunnie. Junsu leaded him to sit on the couch before rushing over to lock their front door. “Now stay and rest right here. Don’t go anywhere. I’m going to cook us some dinner.”
“But, you can’t cook.” Yoochun protested loudly. “You almost burned the kitchen last time.”
“I didn’t know it was going to burn. I only left the stove for a minute.”
“You shouldn’t leave the stove unattended in the first place.” Yoochun got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, intending on cooking his husband dinner.
Junsu sprinted right over and helped his wife. “What are you doing? You’re not supposed to do heavy work.”
“Cooking is not heavy work, Su. I’ll be fine.”
Junsu shook his head stubbornly. “No, not happening.”
“Then what about dinner? What are we going to eat?”
“I’ll order out and tomorrow I’ll hire us a maid to cook and clean.”
Yoochun pouted. “Can I just cook for you today, please?”
“Chunnie” Junsu said, a slight warning in his tone.
“Please. Please, just for today.” Yoochun begged.
Junsu gave in. “Fine, but I’m helping. Let me do all the heavy work.”
“Ok, thank you.” Yoochun beamed, kissing him on the cheek quickly before bouncing his way into the kitchen.
“Wow, baby.” Junsu exclaimed, digging into his delicious dinner. “This is delicious.”
Yoochun blushed, placing more meat and vegetable on to Junsu’s plate. “Then eat up.”
“OH, I will.” Junsu replied, mouth full of food as he quickly ate everything. Yoochun watched him with a proud and satisfied smile.
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“Auntie” Yoochun called out to the newly hire maid that Junsu had insisted they hired. He carefully walked down the stairs, searching for her.
“Yoochun-ah, what are you doing out of bed?” Auntie saw Yoochun walked down the stairs and rushed right over. She had been given specific instruction from Junsu not to let Yoochun do any work, but rest. “Come on, let’s get you back in bed.”
“Auntie” Yoochun whined. “I’m fine. Did you get started on dinner yet?”
“I was just about to. Why? Is there anything you would like for dinner?”
“No. I’ll cook it myself.” Yoochun said and headed toward the kitchen. After seeing Junsu practically devoured his meal last night, Yoochun couldn’t allow a stranger to cook for his husband. He wanted to pleased Junsu.
“But..but…Yoochun-ah, Junsu-shii would not be happy.” Auntie begged.
“He doesn’t have to know. We could just tell him you cook it.” Yoochun continued his walked to the kitchen, not bothering to wait for an answer.
“Fine, but I’m helping.”
-*-*-*-*-*-
“So how is she?” Junsu shouted from the bathroom.
“Who?”
Junsu poked his head and said. “The maid.”
“She’s all right.” Yoochun yawned, snuggling deeper into the warmth of their comforter.
“Well I like her” Junsu stated, walking out of the bathroom freshly showered and dressed smelling like fresh apples. “Her cooking was as good as yours.”
Yoochun bit back a smile. “That’s good, Junsu-ah.”
Junsu climbed in next to his wife, pulling Yoochun close against his chest. Hand automatically came up stroking Yoochun’s hair tenderly, a habit he formed over the last few days. “Sleepy?”
Yoochun nodded, moving himself closer to Junsu’s warmth. Yoochun yawned, the combination of Junsu’s hand stroking him and his work in the kitchen tired him out and soon he fell asleep in the safest place he could be, in the arms of his husband.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Yoochun was now almost eight months pregnant. His stomach is huge making it difficult for him to move around, but he managed since he and auntie was still secretly cooking dinner for Junsu every night. However, today Yoochun had fallen sick, a slight fever. As much as he tried to he couldn’t find the strength to get up. So the auntie had volunteered to cook for Junsu tonight.
“Did the other maid cook dinner today?” Junsu asked as he grimaced at the taste of his favorite food.
“No, Junsu-shii. It was my cooking.” Auntie said. “Is it not to your liking?”
Junsu pushed the plate toward her. “Here, you taste it.”
The auntie reluctantly tasted the food. She almost spat it back out, but forced it down. Junsu watched her expression in amusement, knowing that she was definitely not the one who cook him dinner every night.
“How is it?”
“Good” Auntie answered with a nervous laughed.
Junsu smile and shook his head. “Who had been cooking for me every night?”
Auntie sighed, knowing that her and Yoochun’s secret was out. “Yoochun-shii.”
“And you let him cook?”
“He insisted, Junsu-shii. I tried, but he had always insisted. He wanted to cook for you. He knows you love his cooking.”
Junsu sighed. He was going to have to deal with Yoochun later. “Fine. You can leave for today. Oh, by the way how’s Chunnie?”
“He had a slight fever. He still sleeping the last time I checked.”
Junsu nodded. “All right then, good night.”
“Good night, Junsu-shii.”
-*-*-*-*-*-
Junsu crept into the bedroom quietly not wanting to disturbed his wife from his much needed rest. He could make out Yoochun’s silhouette in the pitch black room. Junsu practically crawled his way in, heading straight to the bathroom. Upon reaching there, he turned on the light switch, the soft glow illuminating the dark bedroom allowing him to see Yoochun sleeping peacefully on their bed. Yoochun was sleeping on his side facing the bathroom, pillow cushioning his protruding belly.
He stripped off his clothes and headed for a quick shower. Several minutes later Junsu emerged from the bathroom dressed in his usual sweats and tank top. He carefully climbed into bed, careful not to disturb Yoochun, but to his dismay Yoochun woke up anyway.
“Su?” Yoochun mumbled groggily.
Junsu settled himself under the cover. “I’m sorry, baby. Go back to sleep.”
“It’s ok. We can talk first. I miss you.” Yoochun stretched hearing his bone cracked.
Junsu chuckled. “OK. OK.” Kissing the top of his head, Junsu maneuvered himself behind Yoochun, messaging his lower back, knowing that his back was aching from carrying their child. “What do you want to talk about?”
Yoochun moaned as Junsu messaged the kink and ache out from his back. “Anything….Su that feel good.”
“You’re so tensed, baby.”
“You try carrying a baby for nine months.” Yoochun grumbled.
“No, baby. That’s your job beside you looked absolute breathtaking carrying our baby.”
Yoochun pouted. “No, I don’t. I feel like a whale.”
“Trust me, baby. You don’t look anything like a whale.” Junsu assured his pregnant wife.
“Did you have dinner?” Yoochun asked out of the blue, totally forgetting the fact that it wasn’t him this evening that cooked Junsu his dinner.
“About that why did you sneak behind my back to cook?” Junsu scolded.
Yoochun turned abruptly facing his husband. “How did you know?”
“You are sick today, so the auntie cooked me dinner.” Junsu shivered remembering the taste of his dinner. “Never let her cook again.”
Yoochun laughed. “That bad, huh?”
“Terrible.” Junsu said. “Chunnie, don’t cook anymore. If you want to cook, wait until you give birth, all right? From now on I’ll just order us some take out.”
“If you say so”
Junsu kissed him softly. “I say so.”
-*-*-*-*-*-
Mrs. Kim messaged her temple. She could feel the migraine creeping up on her from seeing Junsu pacing back and forth. “Junsu-ah, please come sit down.”
“But, Umma Yoochun had been in there for like” Junsu checked his watch. “three hours. What if there was something wrong with him? What if there was something wrong with the baby? What if…”
Mrs. Kim slapped her hand over her son rambling mouth, preventing from speaking any further. “Now you listen to me young man.” Junsu nodded his head obediently. “Yoochun would be fine. If there were any complication, I’m sure Dr. Lee would tell us on Yoochun’s last check up. Didn’t he say that both Yoochun and the baby were healthy?”
“Yeah, he did. But I’m still worried.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
Before both mother and son could say anything further, Dr. Lee came out of the delivery room carrying a soft blue bundle in his arms.
“Junsu-shii.” Dr. Lee walked toward Junsu with a smile on his wrinkly face. “I want you to meet your son.”
Dr. Lee gently handed the baby over to Junsu, who cradled his son in his arms for the first time, rocking back and forth. Mrs. Kim peeked behind him and squealed. “OMG, he looks just like you, Junsu-ah.”
“Yes, he does. “Dr. Lee agreed.
“Dr. Lee, how’s Yoochun? Is he all right?” Junsu asked, concerned.
“He’s fine. The nurses are cleaning him up as we speak. Why don’t you wait for him in his room? He’ll be there in a minute.” Dr. Lee informed the worried husband. “OH, by the way have you thought of a name for this little guy yet?”
“No”
“Well that’s all right. We’ll ask Yoochun.” Mrs. Kim said.
“No, he told me he wanted me to name our baby.” Junsu said, softly staring at his son sleeping face.
“All right, do you have one now?” Dr. Lee asked.
“Inwhan. Kim Inwhan.” Junsu replied just as little Inwahnnie opened his eyes and smiled at his father.
Junsu couldn’t help, but smile back at his son smiling face. “I love you, my baby boy.”
-*-*-*-*-*-
Junsu stood watch as Yoochun softly sang a lullaby to their son, rocking both of them back and forth in the rocking chair Junsu had bought for them. Watching the two of them had made his heart filled with happiness. He was thankful that Yoochun had given him a second chance. He was even more thankful that Inwhannie had been born without any difficulty like the doctor had predicted.
Yoochun looked up and saw Junsu leaning against their bedroom door. He smiled and motioned Junsu to come closer. “Hi”
“Hey baby” Junsu greeted, kissing Inwhannie softly on his head and doing the same to Yoochun. “He asleep?”
“Yeah, just fell asleep a few minutes ago.”
“How was worked?” Yoochun asked, shifting Inwhan in his arms to a more comfortable position.
Junsu nudged Yoochun to get up. “Stand up for a minute. “
Yoochun gave him a confused looked, but complied anyway. Junsu slipped in between Yoochun and the rocking chair, sitting himself down on the wooden materials. He pulled Yoochun down on to his lap along with Inwhan still sleeping peacefully in his mother’s arms.
“There” Junsu said, as Yoochun rested his head comfortable against Junsu’s chest. His arms encircled protectively around Yoochun’s slim waist. “Work was hectic as always.”
Yoochun hummed, loving the feeling of being in Junsu’s embrace. “Did you eat dinner?”
“Yes, and it was delicious as always.”
“Hmmm….”
“Chunnie?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you, baby” Junsu kissed him gently. “For everything, for giving me a second chance, for loving me, and for giving us a beautiful baby boy. I love you, baby.”
Yoochun smiled and leaned forward to press his lips firmly against Junsu and whispered. “I love you too, Su. Always have and always will.”
Junsu didn’t care much about his pride anymore. The one thing he was certain about was that Yoochun and Inwhan were his pride and joy and that’s all that matter to him.
No matter how much pride does one man has, if he didn’t love and cherish his family, then he doesn’t deserve to be call a man at all.
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June 21, 2010
Zoey