One Week (Chapter Three)
Title: One Week
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Tragedy
Pairing: YooSu (YunJae)
Status: On-Going
Length: Multi-chapter; Three (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)
Day Three
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Junsu buried his face deeper into the warm body next to his, stuffed rabbit pushed down to the end of the bed, resting atop their tangled limbs. He yawned softly, his eyes beginning to open slightly, the sunlight streaming through the window teasing his tired eyelids.
“Stop moving, Su,” Yoochun mumbled against the younger boy’s neck, his arms pulling him closer until they were pressed flush against each other, Junsu’s face coloring quickly.
Junsu laughed, pushing Yoochun lightly, hoping the other would loosen his vice like grip. It did not work, and he felt his idol smile into his shoulder. The action sent butterflies fluttering throughout his body, making his stomach flop oddly and his heart beat faster. Biting his lip, to keep from frowning or smiling, Junsu carefully untangled himself from his favorite artist, not wanting to disturb him but not wanting to be so close at the same time.
It hurt to do so, but it would hurt more to stay.
Tiptoeing out of the master bedroom, Junsu took one last look at the gorgeous man half-naked in the middle of the large bed, clutching Junsu’s stuffed bunny against him tightly. The young fan felt a smile make its way across his face, and then he slipped out of the room to change into some new clothes and reluctantly wash the feel of Yoochun’s lips against his skin away.
It was a few hours later when the singer roused himself awake from his slumber.
“Mmm, Su, you’re so soft,” He mumbled contentedly, snuggling his face in the warmth of his fan.
He heard a chuckle that did not sound anything like his fan and then a voice teased, “Chun? I didn’t think that you slept with stuffed animals anymore? The lucky bunny~ To be held so intimately by Korea’s most wanted lover.”
Yoochun shot up from his bed, his eyes widening in disbelief when he recognized the owner of the voice. Leaning against the window, clad in loose blue jeans and a pale blue button-up shirt, was his best friend, Kim Jaejoong, smiling at him. His black eyes twinkled in amusement, quite happy to have caught his friend wrapped around an inanimate object like a child.
“What a lovely surprise,” Yoochun muttered dryly, stretching his arms high above his head, as he stepped off the bed. “It’s a thrill to be seeing you again, Jae.”
“I know. I leave that same impression on a lot of people. Too bad that I am taken~” Jaejoong joked, looking down at his watch, as if he needed to be somewhere at a certain time.
“What are you doing here? I’m not so much surprised that you are here, but for the fact that you kept your hands off your lover-boy long enough to visit,” Yoochun called out from his closet, throwing on a pair of faded jeans and black-and-white t-shirt.
Jaejoong smirked from where he stood, now by the door, replying, “I promised a lot of kinky sex tonight. I would have been over sooner but we got carried away. His tongue can do wonderful things.”
“I did not want to know that bit of information!” Yoochun exclaimed, buckling his belt, which did little to no good as the pants still hung loosely on his hips.
“It’s not like you don’t know what sex is, Chunnie,” Jaejoong muttered rolling his eyes and making his way into the living room, where a very cute teenager was.
Jaejoong smiled pleasantly at Junsu, sitting down opposite the teenager on the small blue armchair.
“You two are already acquainted, I assume,” Yoochun drawled lazily, slumping onto the blue couch beside Junsu, resting his head on the younger boy’s shoulder.
Jaejoong’s smile widened at the display, but he covered it up with his coffee mug, as he replied casually, “You know what happens when you assume, Chun! It makes an ass out of you and me.” He chuckled when he heard the cute dolphin laughter and Yoochun flipped him off. “I take it that the two of you are enjoying each other’s company.”
The pop star nodded drowsily, his hand playing with Junsu’s slender fingers as he asked, “What is Yunho doing today--other than you?”
Jaejoong scowled prettily, sticking out his tongue and answering, “Yunnie and I are going on a picnic in the park close to our hometown today, there is a firework display tonight and we want to watch it.”
Jaejoong sighed happily, his mind taking him to another place entirely, and Yoochun could not help but to let a smile slide onto his face. Jaejoong had never been happier than he was after coming clean about dating Yunho, a big deal to the two of them because they were famous rock stars in his company, and not just anyone could know for fear of losing their jobs.
Yoochun felt a tiny finger poke him in the side lightly, his attention turning to his fan, as the young male asked, “Is he… with Jung Yunho? His band mate?”
Yoochun nodded with a wide smile, as he stated, loudly to gain Jaejoong’s attention again, “Yes, but it took him a very long time to tell his best friend the damn news of their relationship!”
The raven-haired male snapped out of his daze and said, “Sorry~ Damn, you make it seem like a crime.”
Junsu burst out laughing at their little banter, his dolphin-like shrieking catching the other two’s attention. Jaejoong watched with knowing eyes as Yoochun’s gaze softened and his smile turned sincere. His playboy best friend was under the other boy’s spell, and Jaejoong knew that it must be hard to fight the urge of loving this cuddly fan. He had only known him for a few short hours and he was already head over heels for him.
It is about damn time that Yoochun finally calmed his partying self down, Jaejoong mulled over with a large grin, as he grabbed his things and bid them goodbye.
“Oh, are you coming to the company’s party tomorrow night?” Jae asked as he neared the doorway, Yoochun trailing after him.
Yoochun shrugged his shoulders and said, “I’ll think about it.”
Jaejoong lingered in the doorway for a few minutes before saying, “I like him, Chunnie. I… don’t want to believe that this is his last week… He’s so… sweet.”
“I know.”
“You’re in love with him.”
Yoochun did not answer, and Jaejoong sighed.
“Take him to the party tomorrow, he’ll love it. And… I want him to meet Yunho.” Jaejoong smiled softly to himself, and then hugged Yoochun goodbye. “I’ll see both of you tomorrow night!”
Shaking his head, small smile on his lips, he shut the door and went into the main room again to find Junsu. His young fan was sitting on the couch, tongue stuck out in concentration, as his eyes read a few of the compositions that Yoochun had written over the course of his career.
“Su!” Yoochun called out, startling his fan so much that the boy fell off the couch and onto the floor with a high pitched squeak. The Korean singer laughed at the poor boy and asked, “You want to take a walk with me?”
…
They ended up in the park, a quiet little area nestled between tall trees and a pond a few steps away. Junsu squealed over the ducks that ran about, the loud shrieks he made blending in perfect harmony with the yellow feathered animals. Yoochun sat down on the bench, eyes covered with sunglasses, watching his new friend wiggle around trying to catch one of the ducks.
What a cute sight the duck butt made, Yoochun mused, brown eyes trailing the young boy’s antics.
Junsu pouted when one of the tiny ducks dodged his awaiting fingers, and Yoochun felt his breathing hitch at the beautiful sight the boy made. The sunlight was caught in his hair, the soft brown tones fading into reds and lighter tints. His eyes were lit up even though his bottom lip was jutting outward in an adorable show of his childishness. But his smile when one tiny duck waddled to him… the sun would never be able to out glow the intensity that radiated from his fan.
Yoochun stood from his seat, making his way toward the little ducks and the large duck that tried to catch the others, and leaned down on his knees to join. The sun was setting behind them, casting its fading glow on their bodies, as they reached for one duck, leaning closer to each other as they did.
When Yoochun’s hand brushed Junsu’s softly, an accidental touch as he ran his fingers over the yellow bird’s soft feathers, the eighteen year old looked up at the very close Korean star. Their noses bumped when Yoochun looked up also, the duck comfy in his tanned hands, and a smile sprang up on both their faces. Junsu looked down shyly, his eyelashes brushing against his rosy cheeks, as he felt Yoochun lean forward ever so slightly.
Soft lips barely grazed his cheek, touching his ear as Yoochun whispered, “Let’s go back home, Su.”
Home. The word made Junsu feel warm inside, tears welling up in his eyes, happy tears. Yoochun held out his hand, soft and comforting, helping him stand up. As he did, though, another wave of dizziness shot across his body, causing him to tumble into Yoochun’s arms as he did.
“Are you okay, Su?” his query was desperate, frantic, but it seemed so distant to Junsu.
He nodded, cradling his head in one hand and propping himself against Yoochun’s chest for support, “I’m fine. I stood up too fast that is it.”
Yoochun bit his lip, not wanting to make a big deal out of it right now. He would rather wait and see, maybe it was just dizziness from standing, it has happened to him before. This did not mean that Junsu was going to faint again. This did not mean that Junsu was leaving him.
After eating in a small café and they were finally back at the penthouse, the sky was a magnificent dark blue and the moon hung overhead, stars twinkling about. Junsu yawned, exhausted from their day and from his dizzy spell, but he would never tell Yoochun about the latter. Heading towards his bedroom, he felt himself being dragged away by his idol. They ended up in Yoochun’s room, the bed still unmade from where they had slept the night before and Junsu’s bunny laying in-between two pillows.
“Since you’ll probably come in here later on, you might as well sleep in here with me.”
Junsu smiled happily, giggling as he hugged his idol tightly. The older man’s chin rested on his shoulder, their cheeks pressed together, and his arms wound securely around the young teen. Junsu sighed happily, nuzzling his face in the long dark hair that tickled his face. It felt right in his arms, Junsu thought sadly, no use denying it now.
If he was a plane, he would be crashing right into the ocean that was Yoochun. He did not even hear the explosion, his eyes shut and a smile on his face. He did not want to think about letting go, dying, only four days left. All that mattered was being here, with Yoochun (not Micky), and being held by the man he was falling in love with.
They crawled into the bed, both a little drowsy, eyes threatening to close. The singer threw his right arm around Junsu’s waist, drawing his closer almost instinctively and this time…
… there was not a bunny to get in-between.
It was late the third night--probably early morning by that time, so it was then his fourth day with Yoochun. Junsu had woken up due to the shutting of a door and found the space in the bed beside him empty. Rubbing his eyes, Junsu grabbed his stuffed rabbit and clutched it tightly to his chest, tiptoeing through the quiet house, looking for his idol.
He found him sitting on the tiny white bench on the balcony, overlooking the streetlights and a glass of some liquid in his hand. He was humming a soft tune, every now and then taking to jot down another line of his composition. When he felt the presence of his fan beside him, he stopped and looked over.
"What are you doing up so late?" he asked slowly, trying to pull his eyes away from the lovely being before him.
Even knowing that he was soon to die, Junsu still was as beautiful and happy as ever.
"I should ask you the same thing," Junsu whispered back, his eyes closed and head leaned back against the seat, the moonlight splaying on his neck.
Yoochun swallowed harshly, pulling his gaze away from the smooth expanse of flesh before him, and answered the (unasked) question, "I found inspiration in an unlikely source. I needed to jot it down before it left me. I came outside because the night helps draw it out."
"Not very many stars out here," Junsu stated, his eyes now focused on the heavens above. "I used to like to look at them from my home."
"I have something brighter than a star though." Junsu turned to ask what but the expression on Yoochun's face said it all. The pop star lowered his face to the other boy's, whispering, "You."
It was only the word spoken before Yoochun placed his lips lightly over the younger boy's. He lingered for a few seconds, testing to see if it was the right choice, and found that it was when he felt a slight pressure against his own. The kiss was brief, but it still sent shockwaves down both their spines.
"Why did-"
Yoochun smiled and laced their fingers together, resuming his songwriting, as he answered, "Never question a good thing, Su. Moments like this are fleeting~ Enjoy it while you can."
Junsu smiled softly to himself, the fingers of his free hand tracing his still tingling lips. He would enjoy this. Yoochun would, too, because…
He had never felt so alive… until he met Junsu.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I have a question regarding the next one. As you may guess, they'll be meeting YunJae next chapter at the company's party... A little heartbreak, a lot of YooSu, lovely YunJae, and smut...? Well, that's what I want to ask. Actually, if there is any YooSu love-making, it won't be detailed, but will be hinted. So,... do you want that? I'll probably go with the majority. ^^
I guess that's it. Let me know what you think! :)
To Day Four