Love By The Window
Title: Love By The Window.
Author: ChevyPortia.
Genre: Fluff.
Pairing(s): YooSu.
Length: One Shot.
Synopsis: Young YooSu meets and falls in love.
A/N: I wrote this when I was 7. So forgive my messy work. Enjoy!
A tiny room with posters with old guitars and skateboards. Quiet.
A 12 year old boy lies on the bed, in his pyjama bottoms. A glass shatters in the distance. The boys sits up and puts on some clothes and walks out his room to the living where a fat, depressed, almost dead looking man sits on a lazy boy chair, watching a blank TV screen. The living room is in a complete mess; dark, dirty and chaotic. Its almost like demons sanctuary.
The boy enters the room and to his dad, pats him on the shoulder, waiting for something. The dad sits there, still breathing, red eyed staring at nothing. The boy observes the reflection of the two in the television screen. His eyes are watering before he blinks it off and walks off.
A busy convenience store filled with scrambling young boys and girls buying candy and junk food. The boy stands in the magazine section, looking through a magazine. He peers upwards at the security camera watching him. He shakes his head in disagreement and looks back down towards the magazine.
A bunch of extremely rich, bitchy girls stare at him, clearly whispering rude jokes about his somewhat scruffy appearance; of converse all starts shoes, semi tight torn jeans and a flannel shirt.
One of the girls, a particularly good looking one, turns to the store clerk, who concentrating on watching a game. She whispers something, and points to the boy. The store clerk glares at the boy. The clerk then comes out from behind the counter and walks up to him.
"You got something in your pockets."
The boy looks up at the clerk. He was expecting it.
"You do. I know you do."
The girls all start giggling. The boy looks back up at the girls, and then puts the magazine he was reading on the shelf.
"Empty your pockets."
The boy feels his pockets, and empties them. There's some dollar bills and a key.
The clerk turns back to the girls. "You said he stole some candy and junk food."
The girls look astonished. "We saw him put some candy in his pocket."
"It doesn't appear he has anything."
The girls all shuffle out of the store, pushing one another, irritatably. The clerk wiped some hair of the boy's shoulder and pats him on the back.
"Sorry for getting angry at you."
The boy nods understandingly, and walks out the store.
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The boy is exiting when a bottle suddenly hits his head. He falls to the ground and holds the right side of his head. In pain.
"You little bastard. Where did you put those candies?" A girl from the previous group screamed.
The boy stares angrily at them and begins to walk off. "Check your bags."
The boy finally walks onto the side walk, and the girls looking through their bags. They all pull out some candy...then a yell from the clerk that sends the girls scattering.
The boy watches back, still walking and smiling as the girls get chased by the clerk in a distance. Violent screams and profanities can be heard in front of the stores, from the clerk and the girls.
When he looks back, the boy suddenly runs into another boy who is slightly shorter than him.
A coke the other boy is holding, explodes all over him, and falls backwards. He stands, gasping, as his shirt completely covered in cola.
The taller boy starts crawling backwards as the he watches the shorter boy stands flicking coke off his hands. He looks at him, he is extremely beautiful.
"Oh my God, my coke." The shorter boy says, eyes watches as the other crawls backwards, horrified. "You okay. I'm sorry about that"
The taller boy stops, and stands slowly.
"You wouldn't happen to have a towel, would you?"
The taller boy shakes his head.
"Oh well, don't worry about it. I'm sorry. That was my fault I was walking and concentrating on something I was going to write, but then I ran into you. I'm so sorry."
The boy stares at him.
"I'm sorry, that was my fault entirely."
The boy continues staring.
"Listen, don't worry about it one bit. It's only a shirt, and it's not the end of the world, in case that's what you're wondering."
The boy has not changed his expression at all, he just stares. His mouth not gaping and his eyes not eyeing anywhere but those beautiful brown eyes.
"I can just shower, you know."
The boy just stands.
"I don't know what else to say to you," the shorter one says. "Generally, you should say 'sorry' too."
The boy continue to just stand.
There is silence between them. Exchange of thoughts. They stand one on either side, staring at one another.
"But you're not apologizing."
The tall one starts to walk past him and under his breath, he says, "I'm sorry."
The shorter boy watches him go and smiles.
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The street is quiet. YooChun comes riding on a skateboard smoothly. He stops at the corner and waits to cross the semi busy street. He crosses, and continues riding.
He stops in front of a fairly nice looking house. He sits on the pavement, with the skateboard below his feet, watching cars pass back and forth. He then turns around to see in a big window, the boy he bumped into. He stares at him with an expressionless face. He is in the same clothes as he was in yesterday, and the stains from the coke are still there. The boy is cleaning stuff in what is obviously his room. The boy looks back and forth on the walls. YooChun continues staring at him.
The boy turns towards the window and looks down towards YooChun's direction who quickly rolls behind a tree. The boy turns away from the window, and YooChun peers around the circular surface of the tree, and continues staring at him until he notices a presence and turns to someone in the street. It was a woman who clearly is the boy's mother. She looks at him angrily and YooChun quickly runs off with his skateboard, while the mother is still standing there, wide-mouthed.
Every single day, YooChun stands peering at the same boy in the window until the sun sets or when he sees danger coming his way. He stares and stares at him, clearly is obsessed.
One day, he got smarter, while he remains standing in the same place like always, he takes out his polaroid camera. He looks around and walks up the steps towards the house. He stands in the garden, looks around and then quickly takes a photo of the boy and runs off quickly.
Seconds later, he returns and takes another one, and he does so again, each time going away for a longer interval.
That night, YooChun lies in bed with an eerie light upon him. Then he is staring at something on the ceiling. There are several polaroids of the boy in the window. A lamp is shining at them.
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YooChun is sitting on his skateboard staring at something with a depressed look upon his face. The boy in the window is not in and he doesn't want to go back. Then someone walks behind him, stops and taps his shoulder gently. YooChun turns, stands and backs away, quite frightened.
"Hi, what's wrong?" The boy smiles.
YooChun stops.
"Are you scared of me or something?"
YooChun shakes his head a no.
"Then why did you back away from me?"
YooChun shrugs. There is a short pause, and both stand on either side. Exchanging thought again.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
YooChun shakes his head.
"Oh...okay. Um...what's your name?"
YooChun stands there, staring at him. "YooChun. Park YooChun."
The boy smiles at him. "I'm JunSu. Kim JunSu. Here I have something for you."
YooChun takes the folded white paper and looks up. JunSu waves at him bye, smiles and walks back into his house.
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YooChun is sitting on some grass, looking at the sky. There is a shred of paper in his hand. He lets go of it and it lands on a blade of grass. On it is a scrawling handwritting. It says:
'I think you're cute and I like you. Let's go out some time.'
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A/N: Again, I wrote this when I was 7. It supposed to work like a silent film (I grew up watching Chaplin). My mom has been keeping a copy all through the years and just gave it to me like few days ago. I didn't really change it that much but the characters (I just replaced the names to YooChun and JunSu and some from her to him, that's all). And still it looks like it's written for YooSu, SERIOUS!!! I mean 12 years ago, how old was YooSu again??? They are fated for each other and I am fated to write about them, at least that's what my whole family trying to say. And they say I'm very good at predicting. I don't know but I hope you enjoyed reading it!
If you're wondering why on earth my mom kept them, because it was an essay for a writing competition and it was also the golden ticket to a good school then to a good association where I got the best literature professor to guide me throughout the years. She's retiring so this is like my private celebration cos ya know, I don't think so she likes yaoi that much.
And if you're still wondering what was a 7 year old girl writing about love stories?......I don't know either. LOL.