One Week (Chapter Two)
Title: One Week
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Tragedy
Pairing: YooSu (YunJae)
Status: On-Going
Length: Multi-chapter; Two (of seven chapters)
Basic Synopsis: Kim Junsu is an eighteen year old boy, diagnosed with a terminal illness that he has been fighting for three years now. Deciding to stop his treatments, Junsu desperately wants to spend his last week alive by meeting his biggest idol, Park Yoochun, known around the world as 'Micky.'
Park Yoochun is Seoul's notorious playboy, partying and clubbing nonstop at the hottest spots in the city. But when the media almost catches him at one of his favorite strip-clubs, his management fears that it could ruin his career and give the company bad publicity. Discovering Junsu, a diehard fan who is dying, the company grants his wish--to spend his last week with his favorite idol, in order to keep 'Micky' and his career out of the (bad) spotlight.
Reluctant at first, Yoochun goes along with the meeting, thinking of it as nothing more than just some loser fan faking an illness just to see him. He never expected his fan to be the shy Junsu that helps him learn to live his life to its fullest and teaches him the meaning of true love.
Dedicated to my soulmate (she is the Su to my Yoo)... Saih, who made this beautiful banner without me even asking as well as a trailer for the story. I love you, dear~
(The Trailer
) ( The Characters) (The Prologue) (Day One)
Day Two
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Yoochun woke up the next morning, still on his long blue couch, but with an extra accessory attached to his waist. A stuffed rabbit was being crushed against his and his fan’s chests, the young teenager’s face buried in the crook of the star’s neck. Yoochun smiled warmly, a first in a very long time, as he slowly brushed a few locks of hair out of the other’s face.
The other slowly opened his eyes, blinking slightly, trying to adjust to the lighting, and he gazed up at his idol. “Good morning,” he yawned, removing one arm and using his hand to rub at his eyes.
“Morning,” Yoochun greeted back, sitting up and allowing Junsu to get up too.
“My arm is numb,” the younger male spoke, a large smile stretched across his face.
Yoochun rolled his eyes and quipped back, “Are you calling me fat?”
“Well, since you put it like that… you could lose some weight,” Junsu teased, the smiling boy poking Yoochun’s cheek.
Yoochun pouted, as he said, like a child, “Your ass is fat,” well, a child with a potty mouth at least.
He laughed when Junsu frowned, crossed his arms, and turned away huffily. When the laughter slowly died away and they lapsed into a comfortable silence, Yoochun began to wonder when he had let this boy break down the many layers he had set up around him. When had he grown so comfortable with this boy?
Junsu looked at him questioningly, his head tilted to the side, and his lips quirked into an adorable smile, as he said, “You’re not really fat.” Then he paused and whispered, “I like you the way you are.”
Yoochun leaned over, ruffled the younger boy’s already tousled from sleep hair, and said, “Go get dressed! We have quite a long day ahead of us. Do you like amusement parks?”
Junsu immediately perked back up, jumping off the couch in a hurry, and Yoochun took that as a yes.
“Oh, and by the way, Junsu,” Yoochun called when the boy was about to enter his bedroom for the week. The boy turned around, watching the smirk stretch across his idol’s lovely lips, and blushed at what he said. “I happen to think your ass is very nice.”
With a squeak, the flustered boy slammed the door hurriedly on his favorite singer and the man’s laughter. Amused, Yoochun flipped open his phone, dialing his manager’s number, and waited for the other man to answer.
“What do you want this early, Chun?” the sleepy man drawled on the other line.
Yoochun suppressed the urge to laugh as he answered, “Wanna go with me and Su somewhere today?”
There was a long pause. “Will there be food involved?”
“Yes.”
… “I’ll be over in a few minutes.”
The other line clicked, signaling that Changmin was indeed intent on coming over, just for food, causing Yoochun to roll his eyes. Getting up, he stretched, hearing the sound of his back pop, he went to his room to pick out something to wear today.
After changing into a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt with one of his designer’s logos, he decided to check on his (more than likely) still blushing fan--he would not blame him though, Yoochun tended to have that affect on everyone. As he got to the other’s door, though, hand raised and ready to knock, it swung open and the other boy collided into him.
“Um, hi!” Junsu squeaked, his face flushing again, rubbing his nose where it had hit (rather painfully) into Yoochun’s chest. “I’m ready to go!”
Yoochun looked the shorter boy up and down, taking in the faded denim pants with ripped knees (more than likely from being worn so much) and white shirt, he nodded appreciately, saying, “You pass. You are allowed to be seen with me in public now.”
“Hey, that’s not funny!” Junsu said, one hand on his hip and an adorable pout settled on his plump lips.
Yoochun looked away quickly, his heart beating slightly faster due to the cuteness of his fan. Now that he thought about it, he would have been able to handle a female better! Kim Junsu was too cute for any words to describe, and looked better than every girl (and the occasional guy) that he had had a fling with.
“I’m just kidding, Su,” Yoochun teased, running his hands through Junsu’s hair, combing it down a little. Then he noticed the odd look that his fan was sending him. “What?”
“You… called me Su…” he said, biting his bottom lip, his gaze on his shuffling feet, clad in dirty white tennis shoes.
The pop star furrowed his brows, and queried, “Is that a bad thing?”
“No, no, no!” Junsu exclaimed quickly, waving his hands about, practically flailing. “No, please, call me Su! But… can I call you Chunnie, then?”
“Sure,… Su,” Yoochun said with a smile, watching it being mimicked by his new friend.
A gagging noise was heard behind them and they both turned to see Changmin lounging in the doorway, long legs clad in loose jeans, light brown shirt and a darker brown jacket adorning his torso. He waved to them both, his eyes twinkling mischievously, and they could feel that what he was about to say would not be to their liking.
“Need some privacy? I’ll leave and come back later--after you two are finished eye-fucking each other that is,” he teased, his grin becoming perverted and was wiggling his eyebrows for added effect.
Yoochun politely flipped him off, Junsu hiding his red face behind his hands, and said the words that broke Changmin’s heart… and stomach.
“I’m not buying you anything to eat.”
…
Walking amongst the large throng of people at the fair, Junsu clutched desperately at Yoochun’s hand, afraid of getting lost but also excited to see all the amazing rides that towered above them. Yoochun smiled as Junsu laughed, pointing at the random things that he saw and amused himself with the amusement park. He swung their hands as they walked, Changmin somewhere behind them, eating his cotton candy dutifully…
(It had taken some time to get Yoochun to forgive him, finally relenting to the man’s whining and buying him one sugary sweet.)
“Ooh, Chunnie! I want to ride!” Junsu stated, startling the other two with his outburst.
Changmin snorted over his diminishing pile of fluffy candy, his mind probably swamped with millions of perverted thoughts. Yoochun, however, looked at the huge Ferris wheel that sprang up above the many other rides, and he gulped in fear. He was not one for heights.
“S-sure,” he choked out, trying his best squelch the thoughts of running far, far away. He turned to his still giggling manager (the actual sight rather creepy) and tossed him his wallet, “Min, here, buy some more food for yourself!”
Changmin immediately sobered up, nodding his head up and down rapidly, and Yoochun feared that he would break his neck by doing so. He did not have much time to dwell on his manager’s future hospital visit, as Junsu was already dragging him to the large structure of doom that was soon to punish the Korean pop star.
“Stop complaining, Chunnie! This will be fun,” Junsu stated happily, his good humor contagious as he coaxed Yoochun into one of the tiny compartments.
Once locked in and the ride beginning to go, Yoochun tightened his grip on his number one fan, causing the boy to ask, “Are you… afraid of heights, Yoochun?”
“N-no!” he cried indignantly, but the compartment lurched forward and he let out a tiny squeal.
The shorter-haired male laughed, his eyes squinting a little by doing so, but then it was replaced by his tiny voice, a tint of melancholy laced with his words, “You don’t have to do all this for me… I know that you are only catering to my wishes because you feel bad for me, but I would be content with lounging about your home all day with your company…”
He looked down, his light brown eyes gazing intently at their interlaced fingers, until he felt Yoochun tap him on the chin, causing his vision to be replaced with that of another det of brown eyes, dark and entrancing.
“You’re no burden, Junsu. I might have felt that way in the beginning, but now…” he cleared his throat his gaze not wavering from the other’s face though and continued, “I want to do everything to make this week your best ever.”
Then Junsu gave him a small smile and whispered, “It already is.”
It was the last thing said between them, their ride now reaching its end, and they could make out Changmin in the awaiting crowd. When they stepped off, both were calmer than they had been before and Yoochun found himself respecting Junsu more and more. What he had thought of as nothing more than providing some entertainment for a few days to nothing more than a fake and annoying fan, had turned out quite the opposite. Junsu was the epitome of all things good in the world, and Yoochun wanted to be more like him…
“Oh, you’re in one piece!” Changmin cried dramatically, shoving his large quantity of sweets in Junsu’s hands as he attached himself to his favorite artist. Wiping at his eyes, he continued to wail, causing a large group around them to stop and stare.
Then his attention shifted to Junsu and he held him at arm’s length and checked him all over. “Bad, pervert Chunnie didn’t touch you did he? Did he take away your innocence? Are you hurt?”
Yoochun promptly hit the back of his manager’s head, causing the man to rock forward and knock the various candies he had bought to go crashing on the ground. He watched in horror as some of the passersby stepped on his precious meaning in life. Junsu consoled him, mourning the other’s loss, and Yoochun could only shake his head in exasperation at the display…
“Ooh, I saw something we could all do together--let us capture some memories of this night!” Changmin stated, bouncing up and almost hitting his head against Junsu’s. He pointed to a photo booth not too far ahead and Junsu was willing to join him. Yoochun, however, did not have a choice as they were already pulling him towards the small booth.
Somehow, they had all managed to force themselves in the compartment, Changmin taking up most of the bench and forcing Junsu practically onto Yoochun. He clapped his hands together, and inserted a few coins for the machine to start. The first shot was unexpected, where Yoochun was telling Changmin off, Junsu was laughing, and Changmin was scratching his nose. The next, at least, were slightly better.
“I am never going to do that again,” Yoochun stated immediately after exiting the booth.
He pulled out the pictures, eyeing one in particular that he liked, and handed the others to Changmin, his manager choosing the first one (“I am not about to let you use it for blackmail purposes!) and then Junsu kept the rest. Junsu smiled happily, but tried to peer at the one that Yoochun chose, before he realized that his idol would not budge. He pouted for a moment or two, but then gave up, Changmin’s stomach growling in unison with the eighteen-year-old's a sign for them all to grab a bite to eat.
Yoochun refused to let them know that in the picture he had taken, his eyes were trained on the happy teenager, his gaze soft and oddly enough… loving. He wanted to remember this always…
Sometime later, Junsu had finally fallen asleep resting against his idol, the older man drowsily resting his chin atop the younger male’s while they rode quietly back to the penthouse. Changmin helped him as he carried the boy in his arms, opening the door and helping him get the boy in bed. He watched silently as Yoochun bent down to brush stray hairs out of the sleeping teen’s closed eyes.
“Chun… you’re growing attached to him…” he spoke softly, placing a comforting hand on his longtime friend’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly.
The other heaved a sigh and replied, equally as soft and his voice was borderline broken, “I know… but it’s hard not to be.”
Those were the last words he said to his manager as the other slipped out of his home and left him to get some much needed rest.
It was not until later that night (or maybe it was morning, the glowing letters of his digital clock said as much at least) when he felt the bed dip when an extra weight was added. He rolled over, allowing Junsu space, and took the boy willingly into his arms, letting him snuggle deep into his chest, the bunny doll still pressed tightly between them.
Somewhere in the deepest reaches of his mind (and heart, too) he realized he did not want this to end. He did not want to let Junsu go come the end of the week. He wanted him to stay, with him, always… Then the more he thought about it, he came to another conclusion…
… he was falling in love with Kim Junsu…
To Day Three