One Week (Day Seven - Alt. Ending)
Title: One Week
Pairings: Yoochun//Junsu | Yunho//Jaejoong
Previously: all can be found here
Warning: not beta'd - author ish sleepy...
A/N: ... where the heck have I been...?
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Yoochun opened his eyes some time in the middle of the night - scared of the dream (no, nightmare) that had run through his head - only to find a softly breathing body lying (drowning, suffocating) in the bleach white sheets of the hospital cot. He smiled despite the fact that Junsu was unusually pale (but still so beautiful - so very beautiful) and laced their fingers back together, causing the slumbering boy to stir.
“Chunnie,” he breathed out - or maybe it was intended to be louder. Yoochun frowned, his grip tightening on the little hand in his own. “Why are you awake?”
The frown melted, the lump in his throat started to form, and it was like he was losing the boy all over again (and again and again). “I-I…” he cleared his throat to keep the lump down and tried again, “I’m making sure you don’t slip away from me while I’m dreaming.”
Junsu rolled over, carefully as to not interrupt the tubes of IV inserted into his much too pale flesh, and grinned broadly. “But in dreams we can be together forever.”
“Yes,” Yoochun said softly, stroking light brown locks, Junsu leaning into his warm hands, still with that enchanting smile on his face. “But I’d much rather have you in reality as well, Su.”
Junsu did not listen - or maybe he did, he would just rather not say anything more about the subject. There was no point in arguing about the matter anymore, he decided, and even though hoping was taking far too much out of his already weakened state, he would try for Yoochun.
He moved over in the bed, patting the empty space beside him, saying, “I want you to hold me, Chunnie. Just until the morning comes.”
“That’s probably not the best idea,” the singer choked out, trying his best not to let the tiny boy’s hand slip from his own.
Junsu pouted, right hand tucked underneath his head and pillow, mindful of the tubes pricking his body, and tugged with his left hand on Yoochun. The older male sighed, finding himself in a losing battle, and crawled out of the uncomfortable chair and up onto the bed beside his fan.
“I love you, Yoochun,” Junsu said lightly, his voice just a slight breeze against Yoochun’s ear. His hand slipped from Yoochun’s own, despite the protesting from the star, and placed it on the other’s chest. “Your heart is humming.”
“It’s beating for you.”
Junsu shook his head, a small smile gracing his features as he thumped his fingers along with the rhythmic heart beat, and breathed out, “It needs to beat for you now, Chunnie.”
“Is this your way of saying goodbye?” Yoochun asked coldly, encasing his hand over the other’s. “I’m not going to say it back because we’re going to make it through this night, alright? I’m never letting you go.”
Junsu bit his bottom lip, snuggling closer to the other’s warmth, and placed his hand on the rapidly beating organ lying within his love’s chest. “I don’t want to say goodbye -”
“Then don’t.”
The teenager giggled, but it sounded too strange to belong to his cheery eighteen year old, but Yoochun spoke nothing of this in fear of admitting to what could very well happen. He would rather not think about having to say farewell (goodbye, so long, till we meet again). Never “see you soon” because Junsu would hate him if he killed himself just to be together.
“You’re silly, Chunnie,” Junsu murmured, his eyelids heavy and threatening to fall down, but he struggled to keep them open anyway, not wanting to leave just yet. “When we go home tomorrow, we have to start planning the wedding.”
“What about the honeymoon - or the wedding night?” Yoochun teased, fingers drawing little patterns and circles across Junsu’s flat abdomen. “I prefer thinking about having the future Mrs. Park all to myself.”
Junsu blushed - and even though the room was enveloped in a dark blanket, Yoochun felt the heat in the other’s skin. “Why do I have to be ‘Mrs. Park.’ I’m a boy - and you should know this fact very well, Yoochunnie.”
“What would you like to be then, Junsu?”
The teen mulled it over a bit, shivering happily when slender fingers danced across the column of his neck and threaded into hair. “I’d very much like to be Mr. Park’s Junsu.”
Yoochun smiled brilliantly against his young love’s cheek, whispering, “I’d personally like for it to be Mr. Park’s Susu,” before he slid his lips to capture the other’s in a short kiss.
“Then I’ll be yours forever and ever - you cannot get rid of me now,” Junsu joked despite the situation they were in, and Yoochun could not help but smile alongside his boyfriend’s jaw line.
“I would not ever think to do that. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”
Yoochun’s gaze flickered from his tired boyfriend to the heart monitor that slowly but surely bumped up and down to the rhythm of Junsu’s heart. It was like a dance that Yoochun just was not part of, a tempo that Junsu himself was creating and the line could not help but to move to the beat. He fisted his hands in the other’s hair, pulling him forward quickly and connected their lips in fear of the impending day that loomed ahead.
Sunlight was bursting through the blinds, the rays skittering across the blankets that lay twisted at their feet, but the only light Yoochun could see was lying before him, smiling sheepishly with an adorable blush spreading throughout his fair skin. This was his world - his life, his love, his sunshine, his happiness. And within a few hours, minutes, seconds… it could be gone.
He let the first few tears slip past the barriers he had set up (the walls guarding his heart - protecting it from anymore pain - crumbled to the ground like the Walls of Jericho). He traced the contour lines of his love’s face, following the little arch of his nose, the linings of his eyes, the tiny bumps of his lips… He wanted to remember everything about this week, this night, this little moment where they were just Junsu and Yoochun - not-so-happy, but in love…
Because - Yoochun discovered - love is not about being happy all the time, foolish and giddy and reckless. It was not about roses and chocolate hearts and flowers… It was not just smiles and diamond rings, proposals, children, homes, and saying “I do” at an altar.
Love to Yoochun… was Junsu. Tears, pain, heartache, joy, laughter, innocence, ducks, holding hands, making love… music.
Junsu was his music - the calming melody that soothed his frazzled nerves. The muse that captured his heart and clutched it in his tiny hands. The one that filled him with inspiration. His pain the darkening crescendos; his love the escalating climax; his laughter nothing more than eighth and sixteenth notes bouncing up and down across the sheet music that was his life; his tears the retard as the anger simmered down and the world began to crash down all around him; his smiles the upbeat marching tune that had Yoochun bursting at the seams with escaping butterflies.
His death would mean the end of the song and Yoochun never wanted to stop playing…
“Chunnie,” the tiny voice called, small brown eyes staring down at intertwined hands, “I’m scared.”
Yoochun nodded, resting his head atop the other’s, eyes clenched shut hoping to block the welling tears, and whispered back, “I know, Su, I know. I am, too, but we’re stronger than this. We can do it…”
“When I wake up tomorrow, you’ll be the first person I want to see,” Junsu mumbled tiredly, resting his head against the other’s shoulder. “… we have a lot of planning to do… before the wedding…”
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“Yoochun, wake up. Yoochun!”
The tired pop star drowsily let his eyes flutter open, brown orbs adjusting to the piercing bright light that flittered through the window beside him. Then the sun was blocked by a large black silhouette, making the speaker known to Yoochun. Standing over him was a stone-faced Kim Jaejoong, his eyes worriedly flicking over his form.
Yoochun shot up then, noting that it was morning now, eyes traveling to the spot beside him, finding no one there. His heart thumped wildly in his chest, eyes frantically searching the white room for the one person that should have been there beside him.
“Jae! Susu - where is he?”
Jaejoong frowned, biting his bottom lip, hands on the other male’s shoulders as he spoke soothingly, “Calm down, Chun. Junsu is sleeping in another room now. They went through with the operation this morning, Junsu did not want to wake you.”
“This morning?” Yoochun’s eyes widened considerably, glancing around seeing the sky out the window darkening. “What time is it now?”
Jaejoong sat down beside his friend, stretching his legs out, and breathed, “A little past four in the afternoon.”
Yoochun glanced down at his balled up fists, the sheets between them growing increasingly wrinkled, and whispered, “I wasn’t there for him, was I? I promised to be there.”
“Chun, it’ll be alright. The doctors said he responded well to the treatments. They think he has a high chance of living.” Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his best friend tightly, letting the other male rest his head atop his shoulder as Jae cooed softly to him. “And when he wakes up, I’m sure he’ll love to see you there - with a smile.”
Jaejoong loosened his old on the younger man, pulling away to see watery eyes and a tiny smile on the other’s face. The rock star ran his fingers through his friend’s dark locks, combing down the tousled hair until he looked presentable.
“Now, Chun, come with me. We’re going to see Junsu!”
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Yoochun sat by Junsu’s bedside for three hours before Yunho told him to go take a walk. He had been sitting for too long, and he had yet to eat. And with a lot of force, Changmin, and promises of updates about Junsu, they finally got him to leave the vicinity.
“Stop pacing, Yoochun, you’re hurting my eyes,” Changmin murmured from his seat outside the hospital, bag of food in his lap and his eyes following every mood his restless client made.
“I can’t sit still - knowing Junsu could very well die any moment! I should’ve helped sooner… demanded he got to the doctor, start treatments, stay alive,” Yoochun said - not really talking to Changmin, more so himself - as he ran slender fingers through brown tresses.
Changmin sighed, placing his things down on the cold metal beside him as he fished his phone out of his pocket. With an elated smile, eyes wide and glowing, he practically jumped the still frantic Yoochun.
“He’s woken up!”
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“Hey, beautiful.”
Whispered words against ivory flesh, strong and warm arms wrapped around a petite body - a body that had beat the limit set for it. Junsu was alive. He was breathing. He was still there. Junsu clutched onto the lapels of Yoochun’s brown jacket, his face buried in the crook of his lover’s neck, and fresh tears in his eyes.
“Hi yourself.”
Junsu pulled back, a smile etched onto his beautiful face, lips quivering and Yoochun could not resist the urge to keep them from shaking - to keep Junsu from crumbling down before him. He knew that if Junsu fell, he would be right by his boyfriend’s side.
“I love you,” Yoochun breathed against soft velvet, tears escaping his own eyes, but still no matter how blurred the image became, he could still clearly see the love of his life - breathing - before him.
Junsu’s broke down then, tiny hands grasping tighter, his sobs becoming louder and louder. He pulled Yoochun closer, their tears meeting and mixing, freefalling down their contrasting skin. There was a rustle of sheets, the older man falling on the bed, still attached at the lips to the boy he loved so much, fingers sliding across the snow white skin and tracing the contours of a beauty that had slipped through heaven’s greedy claws.
“I love you, too,” Junsu hiccupped, his words jumbled and incoherent, and he knew he was a blubbering mess - falling harder and harder, but oh so happy while it was happening. He pulled back, tears still trekking down his rosy cheeks - finally some color in the sickly colored boy - and he whispered against cotton material of Yoochun’s chest, hearing a thunderous heartbeat against his ringing ears, “Spring. I want to get married in spring.”
Yoochun smiled despite the watery mess that smeared across his otherwise flawless complexion, and nodded rapidly, whispering heatedly, “Yes, whatever you want, baby! You’re here with me. I love you, love you so much.”
The sounds following were words of love and weddings, white and red, silver bands, sparkling diamonds that would never outshine Junsu’s eyes. And as Junsu chattered on, only a piece of the crumpling boy he had saw the week before, everything was going to be alright…
… Yoochun knew this for sure.
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“This one?” Junsu asked, fingering the shiny band around his left ring finger, flicking through the pages of the booklet Yoochun had placed in front of him.
Yoochun tilted his head to one side, squeezing one eye shut - an adorable picture to Junsu, who occupied the book-littered coffee table and floor - and questioned, “Do you think it’s big enough?”
“There are only two of us, Chunnie.”
The singer sat down behind his fiancé (and it felt so right to call Junsu that now), taking the younger male into his arms and placing him securely on his lap, as he looked through the many booklets Junsu had taken from the agency they visited earlier. He thumbed through a few pages - humming contently under his breath, chin propped up on Junsu’s bony shoulder - and then his eyes lit up and he pressed his index finger against the thing that caught his attention.
“This one?” Yoochun nodded his head to Junsu’s query. “But, Chunnie, there are only two of us. Don’t you think this is going to be a lot of wasted space?”
“C’mon, Susu, look. Here’s the kitchen, dining room, living room, a study for you when you head to college, a work room for me, guest rooms for Changmin and YunJae.” Yoochun was happily pointing out the places he listed off in the house plans, delightfully pinpointing where he imagined everything going. “This will be our room… we’ll spend a lot of time there.”
Junsu flushed crimson and pinched his lover’s hand lightly. The other just laughed heartily, gripping tighter on the boy that almost got away, and continued with his dream house.
“And these rooms will be for our children!”
Junsu quirked a brow. “Children? As in… adopting kids?”
“No, we’ll be having our own… maybe ten? Twenty?” Yoochun said it all with a straight face, as if he was picturing toddlers running through the spacious hallways and their pattering footsteps.
“Chun, I can’t get pregnant. I’m a boy,” Junsu deadpanned, staring incredulously at his boyfriend.
It was Yoochun’s turn to look disbelieving. “Are you sure?” He let his hand slip down, rubbing Junsu’s center affectionately with his thumb and forefinger, hearing a hitch in the other’s breath and a growing bulge pressing against his palm. “Yep, definitely a boy. Damn… I guess I’ll have to fuck you harder to make it happen. I really wanted at least one.”
Junsu stared blankly at Yoochun, mouth set into a firm line and eyes unnaturally dull. Yoochun almost choked on his tongue, feeling the other wiggle from his hold, and he knew he must have done something wrong. His lover stood up, brushed off his pants and wordlessly started walking away from him. The singer’s eyes welled up with tears - not liking the silent, unhappy Junsu - and he tried to breathe but found it becoming increasingly harder.
“Junsu, I’m -”
Junsu turned around, a twinkle in his dark brown eyes, and he practically purred, “You know, it’s going to take some time and a lot of effort for the kid thing to happen… but we should get started now, right? You need to work hard, very hard, Chunnie.” And for added effect, he winked at the teary-eyed boy who was dumbfounded by the sudden personality change. But once Junsu slipped through the bedroom door - their bedroom door - Yoochun left that all behind.
Besides, he had better things to do with Junsu anyway…
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“… in the latest news, fans of the famous rock duo consisting of members Jung Yunho and Kim Jaejoong were shocked by the announcement of the members more than businesslike relationship. Some fans rioted and burned band’s memorabilia, and ticket sales have gone down for their next concert. It’s still unknown whether the band will be dropped from their record label or not…”
“Yoochun…”
The said male angrily stuffed the magazine back into the rack, mouth turned downwards into a frown as he stalked away from the newsstand, Junsu in tow. He could not believe how his best friends had been treated, just because they became honest with the rest of the world of their relationship. He felt the ring of his lover’s finger dig its way into his palm, realizing his grip was much too tight and that he was more than likely hurting his boyfriend. He turned around, letting the younger collide with him, a worried crease in his forehead.
“Yoochun, Yunho and Jaejoong will be okay,” Junsu cooed softly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend as they stood in the empty park. “Its just a bit shocking at the moment, but I’m sure things will go back to the way they were someday soon… Just give it time -”
He was interrupted when Yoochun pulled him into a demanding kiss, his hands firmly planted on the younger male’s cheeks. Junsu pressed closer, hands clenching the rough material of his fiancé’s jacket, the winter breeze added onto the body heat radiating from the other’s lean body causing a shiver to run through the teen’s spine. The elder nipped his love’s bottom lip, fingers leaving the other’s face to thread through silken chocolate colored tresses, tugging him closer gently.
“Wh-what was that for?” Junsu squeaked after they parted, his pale cheeks tinted rosette from the cold wind and the passionate kiss they shared.
Yoochun leaned forward again, resting his forehead atop the other’s, and laced their fingers together, marveling in how much larger his really were. He still did not know a lot about his young boyfriend, but they would have time to get to know everything. They would have time. They had forever.
“Promise me… that if the media does this to us sometime soon - and I know they will… promise me, Su, that you won’t leave me,” Yoochun stated brokenly, his concerned brown eyes trying to seek out the answer in his love’s own watery depths.
Junsu just smiled softly, pressing forward to place a teasing and lingering kiss to the corner of the other’s lips, murmuring, “Silly, I love you. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you now - not after all we’ve been through to be together. We can fight illnesses, we can fight idiots.”
And Junsu was right, they would be able to get through this obstacle…
“Now let’s go home. We still have to get the bed worn in,” Junsu joked, tugging on his boyfriend’s hands, his smile and diamond band sparkling in the faint sunlight that peeked through the gray clouds as the winter snow flittered around them.
“Yeah,” Yoochun echoed, eyes filled with adoration as he stared at the young boy that was his - for now and forever. He took his first step - another step on their journey through life together - in the direction of their new home.
“Let’s go home, Su.”
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“…fan girls across the nation weep at the announcement of Park Yoochun, better known to the world as famous pop sensation Micky, and his engagement. The twenty-two year old superstar was said to have proposed late last year, setting a date for sometime this spring. It is rumored that the man’s bride-to-be, better yet husband-to-be, is the fan that stayed the week with the celebrity. No other information has been disclosed…”
“…Korea’s hottest bachelor has gotten hitched to the nineteen year old, Kim Junsu. Also rumored to be present at the ceremony were Jung Yunho and Kim Jaejoong. After battling with the press, paparazzi, and media for months, the famous rock duo came out about their sexuality. Devout fans have stood by their side, and many other famous superstars are coming out of the closet as well due to their example. The country’s in an uproar, but they’re holding out strong. We wish them all the best. And to the newlyweds, good luck - you have a long journey ahead of you…”
“…Park Yoochun, otherwise known as Micky, has released his first album in more than a year and half. The inspiration behind the album has been rumored to be the singer’s husband, Kim Junsu - the two having been reportedly married earlier this spring. The album is said to be released later this month, entitled Like Weather. Coming from the album is the first number one hit, You’re My Melody…”
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Author's Notes: That's it... "One Week" is officially over. I'm glad you enjoyed this story - I know I have... I am sad to see it go, but it's been fun. I hope you all check out my newest YooSu fic (better yet, Junchun) and continue to support me. I'm going to miss "One Week" but I think it's best to leave as is now... Maybe one day I might write a oneshot based on life afterwards... I don't know. It depends on how many want to see how Yoochun and Junsu carry on - and that children topic might need to be expanded on ;)
Thanks everyone for all your support! I wasn't the greatest at making frequent updates, but I'm happy you stuck by me! Love you all so very much!