HoSu-Valentine
Valentine
Writer: 류여은, Personupstairs, abstractpersona
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Hurt
Mood: Angsty
Pairings: You’ll see:D
He knew that this would all end soon. Yet he felt no regrets on his stand. There was no reason why he should take sides; the matter was a load of bull to begin with. But he did not want to lose everything that his life meant to him, in a short lawsuit that became unnecessarily unbearably long.
Whenever he looked back, he would smile to himself. It warmed his heart, yet reality, in stark contrast sent chills down his spine. Had he chosen the right path, one that diverged away from them?
~
He did not want to do this. He did not want to just leave and let everything disintegrate right before them. There was no way that he could ever go back, and even if he did… Things would never be the same any way.
He sat on the edge of his bed staring at a poster on the opposite wall. He thought about all he was giving up for what he believed to be right. Had he chosen to do the right thing? Looking back, it seems so self-centered, giving up establishment for personal happiness. But that was what he kept telling him to do. He never did have a mind of his own, and always put others above himself. When he finally chose to act on his beliefs, everything seemed to start crumbling to bits. Perhaps, his happiness was meant to be ignored, tucked away in some corner and forgotten…
~
It’s time.
He walked up the marbled stairs into the building. All music turned to noise, just as color tuned to black and white. Flashes of light were dulled by the ultra-violet screen that shielded his eyes from reality.
Every step he took was filled with the single-mindedness of his being. To get this all over and done with, and he trudged up the stairs, feet as heavy as his heart.
~
Inside the courtroom, all eyes were on him. Yet the noise had morphed into an uncomfortable silence that seemed to scream a glass shard.
Not far behind, his fellow group member settled down in a seat beside him, looking utterly uninterested in the hearing. He drummed his fingers on the laminated table while chewing gum in nonchalance.
The court door opened again, letting the noise from the outside cut through the annoying whispers, temporarily drowning out the discomfort, while letting in a new discomfort of its own.
Three men, in seemingly pre-synced triangular formation, walked down the aisle of the courtroom, suede shoes of three distinct colors that matched their pre-coordinated suits, clicking professionally against the marbled flooring. The man that led the tip of the triangle had jet-black hair and behind him was another two men, one with hair of dark amber and the other with black hair that was cut in a slope. They settled down in chairs to the left of the aisle of that of the two men that entered earlier.
“Please rise for the honorable Judge Yong Hae Jin,” announced the Bailiff.
As he sat down, his eyes strayed over to man with the amber hair at the side. He too, was looking back, eyes bright with passion and curiosity as to what may unfold. It seemed to say “Jung Yunho, don’t you think that this is for the better of the team, for us? Open your eyes to the pain that we’ve been going through and do something about it.”
Yunho had always thought he had chosen the right path to travel. But was that really the case now? Kim Junsu seemed to strongly believe that what he was doing was right.
He could not do this, he could not believe that which his members did not believe. Afterall, Shim Changmin was only on his side because he trusted his leader. “Sir,” Yunho said with conviction, “I think we should postpone the hearing. I’m with my members on this.”
He looked to Junsu for approval and was met with a smile.
~
Saengil Chuka Hamnida~
After the party, Yunho approached Junsu and handed him a package wrapped in red paper and a silk white ribbon. It was round and knobbly, irregularly shaped, like an…
“May I open it?”
Yunho smirked and nodded a ‘go-ahead’.
The thin white ribbon slipped off the paper like a stream of milk and the red paper rustled under the touch of Junsu’s hand. Peeling apart the wrapping, out fell, a brown onion.
Junsu responded in a way that only Yunho could understand,
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
-Carol Ann Duffy
“Open it,” whispered Yunho.
There was a moment of deliberation that went on in Junsu’s head. He looked around for anything else he could open other than the onion, as the vegetable seemed to be a foolish choice to open. However, he was met with the expectant glance of his Hyung and returned to stare questioningly at the mass that he held in the palm of his hand.
Gently, Junsu began to peel apart the reddish-brown skin that encased the layers of white flesh. Soon, the cutting smell of onion covered his fingers and made his eyes tear. Junsu hit something hard. Pulling apart the last layer, Junsu extracted from beneath a thin silver band with a gold line that ran through the middle of the band.
Yunho took the band from Junsu’s hand and took a step closer to him, leaning into his ear. “Be my Valentine?”
As though he had returned back to his pre-debut days, Junsu laughed in response as he allowed Yunho to slip on the band onto his middle finger. Junsu did not move an inch, but closed his eyes and breathed in, taking in the full scent of Yunho.
Yunho thought it as an opportunity, to return to the past once again, where it was just the two of them, no law suit, no problems. He took a step closer for a kiss…
“Junsu?”
From behind the two men, a familiar voice emerged from the darkness. The two quickly broke apart and wheeled around to meet eyes with Kim Jaejoong, who was staring at them blankly, lips pursed as if to say something. But nothing would come. Though the word that was uttered after started off cracked and shaky.
“Y-ou, well, the suit is back on. SM is not backing down.”
He left the room reluctantly and quietly, leaving the two behind him in relatively close proximity.
Yunho breathed in deep and pulled away from the man whose arm he touched gently with the tip of his fingers. “What now?”
Junsu bowed his head and stared at a single pot on the floor, determined not to look up in the fear that he would reencounter the face that would change his stand, that would prevent him from standing up for what he had always believed in.
“I guess, it ends here. Even before it began.”
Junsu fingered the silver band around his finger, part of him wanting to remove the ring to cut all ties from this man, the other part urging him to keep the ring, to not let go. He followed after the shadow of Jaejoong as he walked out of the door, leaving a pensive Yunho behind. He did not give Yunho a chance to response, for the fear that it would only make the leave difficult.
But that was not what I wanted to know when I asked the question…
Writer: 류여은, Personupstairs, abstractpersona
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Hurt
Mood: Angsty
Pairings: You’ll see:D
He knew that this would all end soon. Yet he felt no regrets on his stand. There was no reason why he should take sides; the matter was a load of bull to begin with. But he did not want to lose everything that his life meant to him, in a short lawsuit that became unnecessarily unbearably long.
Whenever he looked back, he would smile to himself. It warmed his heart, yet reality, in stark contrast sent chills down his spine. Had he chosen the right path, one that diverged away from them?
~
He did not want to do this. He did not want to just leave and let everything disintegrate right before them. There was no way that he could ever go back, and even if he did… Things would never be the same any way.
He sat on the edge of his bed staring at a poster on the opposite wall. He thought about all he was giving up for what he believed to be right. Had he chosen to do the right thing? Looking back, it seems so self-centered, giving up establishment for personal happiness. But that was what he kept telling him to do. He never did have a mind of his own, and always put others above himself. When he finally chose to act on his beliefs, everything seemed to start crumbling to bits. Perhaps, his happiness was meant to be ignored, tucked away in some corner and forgotten…
~
It’s time.
He walked up the marbled stairs into the building. All music turned to noise, just as color tuned to black and white. Flashes of light were dulled by the ultra-violet screen that shielded his eyes from reality.
Every step he took was filled with the single-mindedness of his being. To get this all over and done with, and he trudged up the stairs, feet as heavy as his heart.
~
Inside the courtroom, all eyes were on him. Yet the noise had morphed into an uncomfortable silence that seemed to scream a glass shard.
Not far behind, his fellow group member settled down in a seat beside him, looking utterly uninterested in the hearing. He drummed his fingers on the laminated table while chewing gum in nonchalance.
The court door opened again, letting the noise from the outside cut through the annoying whispers, temporarily drowning out the discomfort, while letting in a new discomfort of its own.
Three men, in seemingly pre-synced triangular formation, walked down the aisle of the courtroom, suede shoes of three distinct colors that matched their pre-coordinated suits, clicking professionally against the marbled flooring. The man that led the tip of the triangle had jet-black hair and behind him was another two men, one with hair of dark amber and the other with black hair that was cut in a slope. They settled down in chairs to the left of the aisle of that of the two men that entered earlier.
“Please rise for the honorable Judge Yong Hae Jin,” announced the Bailiff.
As he sat down, his eyes strayed over to man with the amber hair at the side. He too, was looking back, eyes bright with passion and curiosity as to what may unfold. It seemed to say “Jung Yunho, don’t you think that this is for the better of the team, for us? Open your eyes to the pain that we’ve been going through and do something about it.”
Yunho had always thought he had chosen the right path to travel. But was that really the case now? Kim Junsu seemed to strongly believe that what he was doing was right.
He could not do this, he could not believe that which his members did not believe. Afterall, Shim Changmin was only on his side because he trusted his leader. “Sir,” Yunho said with conviction, “I think we should postpone the hearing. I’m with my members on this.”
He looked to Junsu for approval and was met with a smile.
~
Saengil Chuka Hamnida~
After the party, Yunho approached Junsu and handed him a package wrapped in red paper and a silk white ribbon. It was round and knobbly, irregularly shaped, like an…
“May I open it?”
Yunho smirked and nodded a ‘go-ahead’.
The thin white ribbon slipped off the paper like a stream of milk and the red paper rustled under the touch of Junsu’s hand. Peeling apart the wrapping, out fell, a brown onion.
Junsu responded in a way that only Yunho could understand,
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
-Carol Ann Duffy
“Open it,” whispered Yunho.
There was a moment of deliberation that went on in Junsu’s head. He looked around for anything else he could open other than the onion, as the vegetable seemed to be a foolish choice to open. However, he was met with the expectant glance of his Hyung and returned to stare questioningly at the mass that he held in the palm of his hand.
Gently, Junsu began to peel apart the reddish-brown skin that encased the layers of white flesh. Soon, the cutting smell of onion covered his fingers and made his eyes tear. Junsu hit something hard. Pulling apart the last layer, Junsu extracted from beneath a thin silver band with a gold line that ran through the middle of the band.
Yunho took the band from Junsu’s hand and took a step closer to him, leaning into his ear. “Be my Valentine?”
As though he had returned back to his pre-debut days, Junsu laughed in response as he allowed Yunho to slip on the band onto his middle finger. Junsu did not move an inch, but closed his eyes and breathed in, taking in the full scent of Yunho.
Yunho thought it as an opportunity, to return to the past once again, where it was just the two of them, no law suit, no problems. He took a step closer for a kiss…
“Junsu?”
From behind the two men, a familiar voice emerged from the darkness. The two quickly broke apart and wheeled around to meet eyes with Kim Jaejoong, who was staring at them blankly, lips pursed as if to say something. But nothing would come. Though the word that was uttered after started off cracked and shaky.
“Y-ou, well, the suit is back on. SM is not backing down.”
He left the room reluctantly and quietly, leaving the two behind him in relatively close proximity.
Yunho breathed in deep and pulled away from the man whose arm he touched gently with the tip of his fingers. “What now?”
Junsu bowed his head and stared at a single pot on the floor, determined not to look up in the fear that he would reencounter the face that would change his stand, that would prevent him from standing up for what he had always believed in.
“I guess, it ends here. Even before it began.”
Junsu fingered the silver band around his finger, part of him wanting to remove the ring to cut all ties from this man, the other part urging him to keep the ring, to not let go. He followed after the shadow of Jaejoong as he walked out of the door, leaving a pensive Yunho behind. He did not give Yunho a chance to response, for the fear that it would only make the leave difficult.
But that was not what I wanted to know when I asked the question…