One Week (Chapter Four)
Title: One Week
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Tragedy
Pairing: YooSu (YunJae)
Status: On-Going
Length: Multi-chapter; Four (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 Yoo to my Su~)... 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)
Day Four
… … …
Yoochun had barely gotten any sleep that night. He tossed and turned in bed, his newfound love snuggled into the white pillows and dark blue covers that blanketed them both, body curled up in a little ball on the left side of the large bed. He could not find peace of mind, too intent on watching the rise and fall of his fan’s chest, making sure he was breathing, he was still alive, he was with him.
He had not said it. Had not told Junsu that he was head over heels, captivated, in too deep… Those words, so beautiful and meaning so much, pained him. Cut his heart, watched it bleed, and left him in a crumbled pile of misery and despair.
He watched Junsu fidget, his nose twitch like that of a bunny’s in his sleep, lidded eyes scrunch and his brows furrow, fighting the sun that threatened his slumber. Yoochun found himself smiling, his hands catching the smaller one’s of the younger male, lacing their fingers together in a way that screamed perfection in every single way imaginable.
He remembered the heart-to-heart he had with Yunho so many months before. About love, settling down, being happy. He could recall the way he had scoffed at the notion, told Yunho he was a fool, that love was just an empty word now that was key to having sex. He had received that look from Yunho, one of clear disappointment, but the older man had not pressed the matter any further.
He regretted it later, when Jaejoong joined them on the terrace of a fancy restaurant, pecking his band mate on the cheek, apologizing for his lateness, and all that Yoochun could see was unadulterated love in both his friends’ eyes. That was the night he found out about his friends, they finally opened up, and Yoochun felt like the biggest jerk for saying such things to Yunho.
Yunho had forgiven him because that was what love was about, and he knew that one day, Yoochun would know just how amazing it felt to love someone else.
“Chunnie, why are you up so early?” a groggy voice asked silently, big brown eyes blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the lighting.
Yoochun smiled, wondering if he looked as tired as he felt, and answered, “No reason.”
Junsu returned the grin sleepily, scooting closer to the older man and whispered, “I’m cold, Chunnie~”
“I think that is just an excuse to get close to me,” Yoochun teased, poking one of the chubby cheeks of his fan.
“It is.”
At that moment, nothing felt better and he was wide awake, in love and playing the part of the idiot. He was probably grinning like one, too.
Yoochun rolled on top of his fan, straddling the younger boy’s waist and propping himself up on his hands, placed on either side of the other’s head. Junsu blushed at the proximity, shying away from the touch, until Yoochun nuzzled his face in his shy love’s neck. He felt tiny hands on his shoulders, pushing him away slightly, their foreheads touching and noses barely brushing.
Liquid brown eyes gazed up at the darker ones of the pop star’s, blinking closed, long lashes fluttering down on a pale and smooth cheek, as he leaned forward, grazing his pink lips with the plump ones above. Recovering from the initial shock of the teen initiating the kiss, Yoochun pressed forward, deepening their tiny kiss, loving the feel of velvety skin against his own.
“How would you like to go to a party tonight?” the pop star asked his friend, placing tiny kisses on the red lips in between every word.
Junsu sighed against Yoochun’s face, his fingers twisted in the covers that rested against Yoochun’s bare lower back, as he asked, “I would like that. Very much. But why take me?”
Yoochun pulled away, his right hand coming up to cup the teen’s cheek, trailing it down the milky white flesh of his lover’s neck, as he answered, “I… I want to show you off. I’ll have the prettiest date there.”
It was not exactly what Junsu wanted to hear, nor was it what Yoochun had meant to say… But neither could take that one step, cross that border, and journey into that one foreign territory together.
“Well, then, I would love to go with you, Chunnie. Wouldn’t want you to be the laughing stock of the party because you didn’t have a date.”
“You’re getting cheeky,” Yoochun said, his lips turned up with a playful quirk, dipping his head down to nip at the skin of Junsu’s ear.
“Ah! Hey, I learn from the best.”
“Changmin?”
“Changmin,” Junsu affirmed with a nod of his head.
Yoochun chuckled, a low rumble against the younger male’s ear that sent shivers up his spine, as the Korean star joked, “At least you haven’t picked up on his eating habits. My wallet would be completely empty between the two of you.”
“You’re just worried about your money.”
Yoochun pinched his cute fan’s sides, capturing the pouting lips with his own, pulling back slowly, before he whispered, “I don’t want that well-shaped behind getting any bigger than it already is.”
The eighteen year old stuck out his tongue, shoving the laughing twenty-two year old male off him.
“Oh, come on, Su, you know I love you-rrrrr ass,” Yoochun said, catching himself just in time before he said that one phrase.
Junsu fidgeted at the doorway, bit his bottom lip, and nodded. “I’m going to go take a shower, get ready, I’ll be back in a minute.”
When the door clicked shut softly behind him, Yoochun let out a groan and flopped back onto his bed, slapping his hands onto his face and running them through his hair.
… … …
They arrived at the party later, chauffeur car picking them up and driving them to the large hotel that the party would be hosted at. They were slightly late, clothes slightly rumpled as they entered the grand ball room. Junsu clutched tightly onto Yoochun’s hand, feeling slightly self-conscious once more, surrounded by the beautiful women in short dresses and the god-like men that mingled amongst everyone else.
Junsu felt their eyes on him, and asked quietly, “Why are they staring at us like that?”
“They must be surprised that you made it here with all your clothes on,” Yoochun whispered back, smiling mischievously at his date.
Junsu giggled into his hand, swatting at Yoochun who inched closer and closer, as he said fervently, “I’m surprised I did, too! You practically ravished me in the limo.”
“If you hadn’t insisted on coming to this, you would be out of that suit already,” Yoochun teased flirtatiously, winking at his partner who went along with what the man was saying.
Although, in truth, what the Korean star was saying was not a lie. Junsu did look beautiful in the gray suit Yoochun forced him into, the jacket buttoned halfway and a pale blue tie visible against the white collared shirt underneath. Added to his lovely smile and soft brown eyes that twinkled in the light, Junsu was an angel walking amongst the sinful people at the company’s party.
“Jaejoong wants you to meet someone,” Yoochun stated, pulling his date along with him toward the elevators, punching the button that led to the highest floor. He watched the little numbers light up, the shift of the floor and the flop of his stomach, until they were on the top floor, the place where only VIP could get into.
They saw Changmin at the buffet table, piling up his plate with a numerous amount of finger food, and what would not fit, he had stuffed in his mouth. Waving to him, Yoochun and Junsu continued on through the throng of people, mainly scantily clad women in bright dresses asking Yoochun where he had been, crushing Junsu’s heart little by little. But when his older date shrugged them off and squeezed his tiny hand tighter, Junsu felt the hope bubble up within him, threatening to burst at any given moment.
With a goofy smile on his face, Junsu followed along behind his love, only stopping when he almost ran into Yoochun’s back.
“Jaejoong! Yunho!” the pop star greeted loudly, doing a series of weird secret hand shakes that only the three of them understood. Stepping away from the one-armed hugs he gave his friends, he pushed Junsu forward and stated, “Kim Junsu this is Jung Yunho. You already know Jae over there.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Junsu,” Yunho greeted with a warm smile, friendly and father-like, perfect for Jaejoong’s motherly antics.
Junsu blushed and bowed his head, slipping in beside Yoochun in the tiny booth they were in. Yoochun wrapped one arm around the younger male, only half-listening to Yunho babble about his and Jaejoong’s latest album and new songs, his gaze focused on that of his fan.
Jaejoong seemed to pick up on that matter as he stood from his seat, throwing a hasty kiss to Yunho’s lips as he asked, “Junsu! Wanna go dance?”
“Uh…” he looked to Yoochun who just nodded to him as the twenty-two year old pop tar warned, “Watch out. Jaejoong may be able to sing, but dance… not so much.”
“Shut up, bastard!” Jaejoong stated with a pout. “Yunnie, he’s being mean to me.”
“But it was the truth!”
“Chunnie, stop being mean to Joongie,” both Yunho and Junsu stated at the same time, the older man kicking his friend’s leg under the table as the teenager slapped the pop star’s arm lightly.
Satisfied with Yoochun’s much-deserved punishment, Jaejoong grabbed hold of Junsu’s arms and hurriedly dragged him into the crowded mass of people on the rooftop’s dancing space.
“You’re in love with him,” Yunho stated wisely, swirling the contents of his cup around and around.
Yoochun sighed, leaning back in his seat, watching the boy he had fallen in love with dance happily with the pop star’s favorite drinking buddy. “I am.”
“Now you understand what I was talking about.”
“I do,” the younger man stated softly, looking at the colorfully lit rooftop, the lights casting an odd glow throughout the city.
“Yoochun, you do know that-”
“Junsu is dying? That this won’t last? That God hates me? Yeah, I know all that.”
Yunho felt his heart break a little at that. More than anything he had wanted to prove Yoochun wrong about love. He had wished for the man to feel it, but now that his brother-like friend was head over heels in love with his sick fan, Yunho wanted to take it back. He never wanted to see his friend hurt like this.
“Are you going to tell him?” he asked, wanting to know the answer but then afraid of it as well.
“I want to.” Yoochun heaved a sigh. “This hurts so much. I just… I want this to last forever. I want to be you. I was always so jealous. You had everything I always wanted, and now, when I find that one thing that makes my world go round--like what Jae does for yours, it is going to be taken away from me, damn it! I want to have him forever.”
“Whether or not he was dying or living, Yoochun, you are going to have to realize that he might leave anyway. You cannot keep him locked up in this world forever. He is too good for this type of life.” Yunho cleared his throat, feeling the odd pressure against his eyes. He did not want to say those things, but he did not wish to see his best friend, practically brother, suffer from a love that was clearly not meant to be.
“I know,” Yoochun whispered brokenly, wiping at his eyes with his sleeve. “But I just wish that he got a choice. Even if he… he chose not to stay with me, I would rather him be able to decide for himself, not let his life end and make it for him.”
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, one of sympathy and understanding, of crushed dreams and shattered hopes. If this were a song, it would be loud and strong, dwindling down to a bittersweet symphony, an undertone of sadness lurking amongst every note that lingered. A beautiful, sad melody.
“You know what love is. Giving and taking.”
“He’s given me so much,” the baritone stated with a melancholic smile. “His life practically.”
Yunho returned the smile, now gazing at the two joyful figures approaching them, as he uttered, “He’s given you his heart, too. He took yours.”
“Heart, mind and soul~”
They both gave each other a knowing glance, welcoming back the two red faced men, panting from their wild dancing. Jaejoong whispered something in his boyfriend’s ear, followed by a slight hitch in the bass’s breath, and they stumbled away from the table, excusing themselves to the bathroom.
“It’s too early for them to jump each other,” Yoochun tried to make a joke, lighten up the atmosphere, but all he heard in response was silence (the pounding bass of the music and the partygoers voices, catcalls, shouts, moans~) “Su?”
He turned to the boy, to find him breathing raggedly and sweat trickling down his forehead, slumped against Yoochun’s shoulder. Heart racing frantically, Yoochun lifted Junsu in his arms and rushed him away from the noisy beats and throng of people, finding Changmin in the middle of a conversation with Kim Kibum, stuffing his face with a few of the expensive delicacies the party contained.
Once Changmin spotted his artist in a panic, limp body in his arms, Changmin shot up from his seat, Kibum following as they rushed to Yoochun.
“Help me! I have to get him out of here!” Yoochun shouted hysterically over the speakers, tears streaming down his face.
Kibum nodded, running to the elevators, pounding the button furiously as Changmin helped Yoochun make his way through the many couples tied together at the mouth. Entering the elevator, Yoochun fell against the support railing, sobbing into the rapidly heaving chest of his fan’s, Changmin and Kibum’s words falling on deaf ears.
“I’ll go get someone to drive you,” Kibum stated hurriedly, rushing out of the elevator as soon as the doors slid open, rushing out into the cold streets of downtown Seoul. Changmin, worried about his number one client and the sickly fan in his client’s arms, opened the doors for Yoochun, who could barely tell where he was going, and helped him get Junsu into the black car that Kibum was driving.
“Is he going to be okay?” Kibum queried, his voice just a tad above a whisper as Changmin slid into the passenger seat beside him.
“I’m not sure,” was Changmin’s silent answer to his friend, sending a helpless glance to the crying Yoochun in the backseat.
“Ch-Chunnie,” Junsu croaked, clutching at the lapels of Yoochun’s blazer, his eyes squinted and glossy.
Yoochun rocked him back and forth, not bothering with putting a seat belt on as they sped through the city’s streets, cooing softly, “I’m right here, Susu. Right here.” He buried his face in the sweetly scented brown locks, breathing in the smell of Junsu, his tears coming slower now that Junsu’s breathing was steadied. “Please, be okay, Su, I… I love you.”
“Chunnie~”
By the time that they reached Yoochun’s penthouse, Junsu was slumbering against Yoochun’s chest, tired from his little spell earlier. Yoochun was a mess, tearstained cheeks and red nose, irritated by the wiping of the flesh against his jacket’s sleeve.
“Are you going to be okay?” Changmin asked, standing outside the door, making sure that the two would be fine before he went to join Kibum in the car again.
Yoochun nodded from his bar, pouring himself a large glass of much-needed alcohol, knocking back the drink as soon as it was full, the taste burning his throat as it went down. Changmin looked away, the drinking habit a little too much for his already frazzled nerves, wishing that his friend would quit that deadly hobby of his, knowing that it was a lost cause and that was what Jaejoong and he did when they were depressed.
“I’m going now. Call me if anything happens. Goodbye, Yoochun.”
With those words said, he lingered a while longer in the doorway, watching, miserable, as his favorite artist sat himself down beside his fan and stroked his tousled brown locks lovingly.
He cared enough to make sure everything was okay, but Changmin was weak, much to weak to watch Yoochun reassemble the pieces that made him human.
Yoochun heard the door click shut, knew that his manager was worried to death and felt like a bastard for not saying any words of parting, but all that mattered right now was Junsu, sprawled on the couch and sleeping peacefully. The star rested his back against the blue fabric, tiny hand clasped in his larger, tanned one, placing tiny kisses on the creamy white colored skin.
“I love you.” He kissed his fingertips. “I love you.” He kissed his palm. “I love you.” He kissed his knuckles and then laid his head back. “Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.”
“Chunnie,” came a soft angelic voice that lifted him up from the slump he was in, but the desperation, the pain laced in that one word (his name), brought him crushing back down to the cruel reality that was his life. “I… love you, too.”
Yoochun turned from where he sat, eyes watery as he gazed at the smiling face and still alive man that loved him.
Junsu loved him. Junsu loved him. Junsu loved him.
Junsu sat up slowly, his world still spinning from his attack earlier and the proclamation of love that Yoochun had made. He pulled Yoochun up along beside him, and leaned forward to place his lips against his love’s. Yoochun returned the sweet kiss, desperation and need dripping off his lips and spilling into Junsu’s awaiting mouth, filling his heart with love and lust and hurt and--oh God, how he loved Yoochun.
Feeling himself being lifted, Junsu never wanted to touch the ground, so high when the love of his very short life (brought even shorter as the days ticked down) was with him. He crashed back onto soft blankets, swallowing his somewhat fragile frame and he could only stare at Yoochun (eyes glazed with raw desire and incomparable love), he caught the pop star’s hand and pulled him down with him.
“Take me to see the stars, let me feel heaven… just love me, Chunnie~”
“Always, Su,” Yoochun spoke with tears in his eyes, tasting the salt of Junsu’s skin against his lips as he whispered against smooth, white flesh. “Anywhere you want to go. I love you.”
As their love reached its peak, a star at its brightest, white hot flames bouncing in the darkened room, the fourth day drew to a close, the night sky encasing the world in its short-lived darkness, but Yoochun had his nightlight to see by, to bring him warmth, to protect him from his fears.
Somewhere in the distant and dark sky, a star burned out and in only a few days, Yoochun feared that his own would meet the same fate.
So, I want to hit myself for the last line in this chapter, but it fit... and... yeah~ So only three (counting Day 5) more days left... :( It's coming to a swift close... and I know that no one is looking forward to the ending...
I wrote this chapter in one-two hour(s) and it is the longest chapter yet... as well as the hardest for me to write. I hope that it was okay!
Please let me know what you think!
<3
To Day Five