Through the crown of the sakura tree - 58 (Final)
Author: Hikaru Del Sogno
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu (MinSu), Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
It is like a dream.
Thought Changmin, looking at his lover who was sleeping soundly under the white quilt. Opaquely soft white light of the morning managed to melt the hard surface of the window and came to rest on that angelic face. Changmin couldn’t help it but using his hand to carress softly the brown locks on that smooth forehead. It is so quiet here, but not the pregnant silence that always frightened him. It was the kind of silence that wrapped them around in a bubble of dream and he never wanted to wake up.
Changmin sat up completely, rested the upper naked body of his on the headboard. He wanted a cigarrette but with Junsu sleeping here, he didn’t want to disturb.
They had been here for two weeks.
After about fifteen hours of flight from Korea, they were standing in the airport, looking at the luggages in front of them. It was then that Changmin had proposed.
“Let’s go somewhere else.”
“Eh?” Junsu had blinked.
“Let’s go… There’s still time until school starts here right? Let’s go somewhere else.”
And they had boarded the next flight to Dubrovnik. It had taken Junsu several times practising to read the name correctly in Croatian. It means this was exactly the place Changmin wanted. A place so far away from Korea. Yet the memory of that land was still vivid in Changmin’d mind.
///
“…But if you don’t plan to hold on to Junsu with all that you’ve got, then don’t even bother.”
Such were the last words Jung Yunho had sent him. Preceeding was the news that Junsu was currently at Incheon Airport, about to fly to Europe.
Changmin held the phone so tight in his hand that his knuckles turned white. However, he knew he hadn’t got much time. There was the last chance and he knew he had to take it.
“Kyuhyun, there is one thing that I have to entrust to you,” Changmin said into the receiver, “The family and the group. Please take care of them.”
“W… What? Where are you going?”
“…”
“Are you… are you going with that guy?”
“Kyu, please. It’s not just because of him. It’s because of me too. I just can’t go on denying what I am. I just can’t live a life that I don’t want. You’re much more suitable to be the heir.”
“You…”
“Kyuhyun, you are capable of it. Please do it. Help me.”
Help me.
Something that Changmin had never utterred to anyone. And thus Kyuhyun knew there was no way he could change Changmin’s mind anymore.
Changmin packed his things in lightning speed. Kibum would help him with securing the money he had from some architecture jobs before, and send it to him once he settled in Europe. Also, do some tricks to get Changmin’s documents out of Korea so he could start a new life in another continent.
Changmin hugged Kibum tightly before getting out of the car and into the airport. Kibum patted his shoulder hard. “That’s my man,” said the guy.
They smiled.
When Changmin got inside the airport, there was Jung Yunho there.
“Where are the rest?”
“They left. I have to wait for you.” Yunho shrugged.
Changmin nodded, his eyes meeting Yunho’s clear, slanted eyes.
Jung Yunho.
It hadn’t take such a long investigation to find out who Jung Yunho was. The second son of Jung Jihoon, current CEO of Jung group. Yunho had forfeited all his inheritance and left the family several years ago, moving into total obscurity and out of the socialite ring. Changmin only knew that much. He didn’t want to dig too far, and didn’t want to know of other families’ internal troubles. Knowing Yunho’s motivation of helping was enough.
“Thank you,” Changmin said.
“No, I have to thank you for saving my father’s business,” Yunho replied. He hadn’t been there when the depression hit his family hard, and brought the business to near crumble. Only with the acquisition of the Jung name by the Shim group had the Jungs been saved. In a way, Yunho felt indebted to Changmin. Though even that hadn’t helped the times Yunho hated Changmin for hurting Junsu.
But now that Changmin was here, ready for chasing after Junsu, Yunho knew it had been a right decision to choose to help.
“Make him happy,” Yunho said.
“I will do my best,” said Changmin. Then, he ran to the gate and after the love of his life. Junsu.
///
Dubrovnik was paradise.
Junsu was paradise.
They would walk on the slippery-looking pathways and streets, hand in hand, fingers entwined, under buildings of white stones and red roofs looking down to them like giant rocks of the sea. They would hike on hills that lead to white, grim ancient fortresses, and slide down, dirt covered the way back, then laugh like children.
Or, like now, they would lie side by side on the beach, feeling the sea water wetting their back and sand tickling, rubbing and reddenning their back skin with each of their movements. Dubrovnikian ocean has that deep turquoise shade. It sparkled under the sun like a massive diamond with millions of angles. The pale color of the sky would be swallowed in its reflection on the surface, and the sight was so beautiful it took their breaths away. Whatever oxygen that was left, they gave each other between passionate kisses.
“I want to be free,” said Changmin, his arms wide apart like he wanted to embrace the sky. He closed his eyes, deeply inhaled the salty scent of the sea.
Junsu, who was lying next to Changmin, turned his head to look at him. He observed the straight line of the perfect nose, and Changmin’s eyeslashes which blended in with the sun on the other side. There was something in Changmin’s voice that wanted to drive Junsu to tears. All Junsu could do was to move closer and tugged on Changmin’s shirt as he put his hand across Changmin’s tummy.
“You are,” said he.
There was some sort of awkwardness in the way he said it. Was it something to be celebrated? Junsu didn’t know. He was happy, so happy, that Changmin had decided to leave everything to go with him. But should he rejoice? Changmin loved his family. One’s family is so important and yet Junsu had pulled Changmin with him in the way of doing without a family.
Meanwhile, Changmin tightened his hold on Junsu’s shoulder. Junsu was his everything now. He would do anything to make the man happy.
“We are flying back to Vienna tomorrow,” he murmured, “Are you excited?”
“…mmmm,” Junsu nodded. He was to study music at one of the most prestigious institutes in the world. It was a dream come true. He knew not whether he could climb high on the ladder of the music world, but he would do his best. This was his chance, his start.
Changmin went on, “Kibum would send me the ‘clean’ documents so I could apply to a school here too. I can do architecture. Then, if you don’t get famous, I will take care of it all. I would take care of you.”
“…mmmm…”
“We can also adopt kids. We’ll make a wonderful family. I want a boy and a girl. I will teach the boy basketball and the drums. What do you want to teach our girl?”
“Our girl?” Junsu snugged more tightly beside Changmin, “I will teach her the cello.”
“The cello? Why not the piano?” Changmin was quite surprised.
“Have you noticed how sexy it is, the sight of a girl playing the cello with one leg in front to keep the instrument?” Junsu giggled. “Besides, the piano is so lonely.”
Changmin held his breath. His eyes glued on the sky but his ears were all for Junsu, who went on with gentle voice.
“Many times before,” Junsu said, “I wondered, why I had chosen the piano. Many times I wished I had chosen the violin or cello instead, so I could play in an ensemble. The piano, I’d always play it alone. Sometimes it’s scary. You can’t make any mistake. And it’s so lonely. That light on the stage in your eyes and you are under all eyes. Alone. So alone.”
Junsu closed his eyes.
Changmin let out a breath.
“No, baby,” Changmin said in his deep, warm voice, “You’re not alone. I’m here for you, remember? And in the future, our kids too.”
Junsu felt tears brimming in his eyes.
A family. Junsu’s own family.
Junsu, an orphan hailing from a province, coming to Seoul on his own to chase after a dream, then through highs and lows now got for himself the one he loved. Changmin was so perfect and everything Junsu had never dared to hope for.
Everything felt so right.
Too right.
When they woke up, the sun was golden and setting. Changmin sat up first.
“Feel like having picnic dinner today?”
“Uh-huh,” Junsu nodded, “anyway we’re leaving the day after tomorrow. Better make use of the time here.”
“Cool.” Changmin smiled. “What about me going back to take things, and you stay here to make a fire?”
“Sounds great.”
With that, Changmin stood up. He walked back to the beach house they rented.
Changmin couldn’t believe it.
The phone inside the house was ringing. The number started with 82.
A call from Korea.
Chills ran up his spine. It was a number he didn’t know, but who from Korea would call here? Who would know Changmin and Junsu were here?
“Yeoboseyo,” said Changmin in a feigned calm voice. In total contrast, Kyuhyun’s voice was frantic on the other line, like the guy was breaking apart.
“Ch…Changmin, Changmin, here you are…”
“What happened? Calm down.” Changmin held his breath. Something so terrible must have happened for Kyuhyun to be this uncontrollable.
“Changmin, ajussi… ajussi got a stroke two weeks ago. Things… things are out of control now… come back… comback please!”
Changmin’s head felt frozen. For two minutes he couldn’t utter a sound, making Kyuhyun call “Changmin, Changmin” continuously on the other line.
“How… how is my father? W… What happened?”
“Still in coma. They say… they say even if he wakes up… he won’t be able to function normally anymore…” Kyuhyun broke into tears. “Changmin, come back, they are trying to take the group away from our family…”
Changmin covered his face his his left hand.
“Changmin… Things are out of control now, I’m sorry I can’t manage it… Please come back… Only you can change things, you are the designated heir and you hold the Tasaki name too… Please…”
Changmin swallowed drily. Tears had started flowing down his cheeks. His abeonim. He couldn’t believe it. A seemingly invincible man, now defeated by a stroke, and the empire he had built up now fell prey to other people’s greed.
“How… how is my okaa-san? How did you find me here?”
“Changmin,” Kyuhyun tried to pull himself together, “Ayumi-san knows where you are, she got it from Kibum, she just doesn’t do anything. She even forbids me to contact you. But Changmin… Changmin… she’s only managing it with that she used to be part of the Tasaki clan… but that won’t be long… only you are the real heir. Come back.”
“I… I’ll call later,” Changmin said shortly. He hung up the phone and collapsed down the floor.
An eternity seemed to have passed when someone opened the door and turned on the light. Changmin hadn’t noticed it had got dark since long. He had sat in the inky darkness for hours, his head totally empty but his eyes full of tears.
Someone shook him violently. Changmin stared bacnkly but it took him some minutes to realize it was Junsu.
“What… What happened? Changmin! Min-ah!” Junsu’s face was pale, like all the blood had been drained from his face. Of course. Anyone would be frightened if they saw Changmin’s current state.
“Junsu… Junsu-ya… abeonim… abeonim…” Changmin couldn’t be coherent. Junsu stroked his arms. “Calm down, tell me what’s wrong?”
“Su,” Changmin closed his eyes, mustered all his strength to continue, “Abeonim suffered from a stroke… they say his brain was damaged… and they’re trying to take the company… my okaa-san…”
They both fell silent. Changmin’s tears fell silently as he looked at Junsu, who was also looking at him, eyes bewildered at first but then realization sunk in and it was Junsu who voiced something out first.
“The dream has to end now, does it?”
Changmin looked up. He was like a lost child.
“Junsu, I’ll go back to find you, okay? I promise I will…”
“Min-ah,” Junsu smiled. He managed to not look sad. “Go back…”
“I promise I will, please wait for me, please?”
“Min,” Junsu patted on Changmin’s cheeks, “Don’t think about that just yet.” He sighed. “Take care of your family and the group… Don’t need to care about me…”
“Why is it so unfair?” Changmin had to struggle to stand straight. The crew of his private jet was stading only some ten meters away and he must appear strong. He must appear strong to save his family. But he just couldn’t fake it in front of Junsu. “Why can’t we be together?” He asked desperately.
“That’s… the way it’s supposed to be, I guess,” Junsu said, his smile now looked like a clumsy line on a face drawn on a crumpled piece of paper. There must be someone staying strong here and it should be him.
Changmin pulled him into his embrace. “I love you. I love you so much...”
Slowly, Junsu put his hands up to hold Changmin’s back. “Changmin-ah…”
His eyes were full of the blinding light reflected on the runway and on the body of aircrafts, and the smell of asphalt was pungent, carried wildly about by the wind. Also, the smell of the leather on Changmin’s coat. The rough texture Junsu was feeling under his hand made his heart beat fast. “Min…”
“Mr. Shim, it’s time,” the captain approached them. They clumsily let go of each other.
“Goodbye, Changmin. I wish you happiness.”
A few years later, Junsu was sitting in his own room in the backstage. A make-up artist was dabbing foundation on his face. An assistant was fitting the shoes for him. Goldenly white light bulbs decorated the large mirror in front of him.
A boy ran in. “Mr.Kim, today’s newspaper is here.”
“Thank you,” Junsu said, taking the newspaper handed to him with a friendly smile. He subscribed to several Korean newspapers and daily issues were always delivered to him on the same day, so he could keep up with news of his homeland.
Partly because Junsu was traditional and he preferred physical to digital things. But more than that, to have something tangible from home, that was what he sought for.
The news were like other news today. The first page said the Korean President was to visit the US. May be Junsu would be invited to the reception, he thought.
But it was the large picture and tittle running on top of an article expanding on a whole third page that caught Junsu’s eyes.
A very familiar tall figure, clad in a mature, grim-looking dark suit, half-leaning against an office table. His eyes were bright even under the dull newspaper ink.
“Shim Changmin of Choikang Group Shakes Hand with Giant Arab Oil Firm,” it read, and what followed was a smaller tittle, “Announcing His Engagement”.
So that was had become of Changmin.
"I'm happy if you're happy," Junsu mumbled.
That day, the Stern Auditorium of Carnegie Hall and the audience in it witnessed one of the greatest renditions of Beethoven’s Piano Sonata no. 23, “Appassionata” ever played.
The End
I originally intended to update this on the 25th to make it a Christmas gift... But then I realized it might not make such a nice present, so... xD
So much love and many thanks for you guys. It’s been a long journey :).
A new fic will follow soon.
I'd love to hear what you think. Again, thanks for the support until now, and let's spread the MinSu love together! :)
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu (MinSu), Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
It is like a dream.
Thought Changmin, looking at his lover who was sleeping soundly under the white quilt. Opaquely soft white light of the morning managed to melt the hard surface of the window and came to rest on that angelic face. Changmin couldn’t help it but using his hand to carress softly the brown locks on that smooth forehead. It is so quiet here, but not the pregnant silence that always frightened him. It was the kind of silence that wrapped them around in a bubble of dream and he never wanted to wake up.
Changmin sat up completely, rested the upper naked body of his on the headboard. He wanted a cigarrette but with Junsu sleeping here, he didn’t want to disturb.
They had been here for two weeks.
After about fifteen hours of flight from Korea, they were standing in the airport, looking at the luggages in front of them. It was then that Changmin had proposed.
“Let’s go somewhere else.”
“Eh?” Junsu had blinked.
“Let’s go… There’s still time until school starts here right? Let’s go somewhere else.”
And they had boarded the next flight to Dubrovnik. It had taken Junsu several times practising to read the name correctly in Croatian. It means this was exactly the place Changmin wanted. A place so far away from Korea. Yet the memory of that land was still vivid in Changmin’d mind.
///
“…But if you don’t plan to hold on to Junsu with all that you’ve got, then don’t even bother.”
Such were the last words Jung Yunho had sent him. Preceeding was the news that Junsu was currently at Incheon Airport, about to fly to Europe.
Changmin held the phone so tight in his hand that his knuckles turned white. However, he knew he hadn’t got much time. There was the last chance and he knew he had to take it.
“Kyuhyun, there is one thing that I have to entrust to you,” Changmin said into the receiver, “The family and the group. Please take care of them.”
“W… What? Where are you going?”
“…”
“Are you… are you going with that guy?”
“Kyu, please. It’s not just because of him. It’s because of me too. I just can’t go on denying what I am. I just can’t live a life that I don’t want. You’re much more suitable to be the heir.”
“You…”
“Kyuhyun, you are capable of it. Please do it. Help me.”
Help me.
Something that Changmin had never utterred to anyone. And thus Kyuhyun knew there was no way he could change Changmin’s mind anymore.
Changmin packed his things in lightning speed. Kibum would help him with securing the money he had from some architecture jobs before, and send it to him once he settled in Europe. Also, do some tricks to get Changmin’s documents out of Korea so he could start a new life in another continent.
Changmin hugged Kibum tightly before getting out of the car and into the airport. Kibum patted his shoulder hard. “That’s my man,” said the guy.
They smiled.
When Changmin got inside the airport, there was Jung Yunho there.
“Where are the rest?”
“They left. I have to wait for you.” Yunho shrugged.
Changmin nodded, his eyes meeting Yunho’s clear, slanted eyes.
Jung Yunho.
It hadn’t take such a long investigation to find out who Jung Yunho was. The second son of Jung Jihoon, current CEO of Jung group. Yunho had forfeited all his inheritance and left the family several years ago, moving into total obscurity and out of the socialite ring. Changmin only knew that much. He didn’t want to dig too far, and didn’t want to know of other families’ internal troubles. Knowing Yunho’s motivation of helping was enough.
“Thank you,” Changmin said.
“No, I have to thank you for saving my father’s business,” Yunho replied. He hadn’t been there when the depression hit his family hard, and brought the business to near crumble. Only with the acquisition of the Jung name by the Shim group had the Jungs been saved. In a way, Yunho felt indebted to Changmin. Though even that hadn’t helped the times Yunho hated Changmin for hurting Junsu.
But now that Changmin was here, ready for chasing after Junsu, Yunho knew it had been a right decision to choose to help.
“Make him happy,” Yunho said.
“I will do my best,” said Changmin. Then, he ran to the gate and after the love of his life. Junsu.
///
Dubrovnik was paradise.
Junsu was paradise.
They would walk on the slippery-looking pathways and streets, hand in hand, fingers entwined, under buildings of white stones and red roofs looking down to them like giant rocks of the sea. They would hike on hills that lead to white, grim ancient fortresses, and slide down, dirt covered the way back, then laugh like children.
Or, like now, they would lie side by side on the beach, feeling the sea water wetting their back and sand tickling, rubbing and reddenning their back skin with each of their movements. Dubrovnikian ocean has that deep turquoise shade. It sparkled under the sun like a massive diamond with millions of angles. The pale color of the sky would be swallowed in its reflection on the surface, and the sight was so beautiful it took their breaths away. Whatever oxygen that was left, they gave each other between passionate kisses.
“I want to be free,” said Changmin, his arms wide apart like he wanted to embrace the sky. He closed his eyes, deeply inhaled the salty scent of the sea.
Junsu, who was lying next to Changmin, turned his head to look at him. He observed the straight line of the perfect nose, and Changmin’s eyeslashes which blended in with the sun on the other side. There was something in Changmin’s voice that wanted to drive Junsu to tears. All Junsu could do was to move closer and tugged on Changmin’s shirt as he put his hand across Changmin’s tummy.
“You are,” said he.
There was some sort of awkwardness in the way he said it. Was it something to be celebrated? Junsu didn’t know. He was happy, so happy, that Changmin had decided to leave everything to go with him. But should he rejoice? Changmin loved his family. One’s family is so important and yet Junsu had pulled Changmin with him in the way of doing without a family.
Meanwhile, Changmin tightened his hold on Junsu’s shoulder. Junsu was his everything now. He would do anything to make the man happy.
“We are flying back to Vienna tomorrow,” he murmured, “Are you excited?”
“…mmmm,” Junsu nodded. He was to study music at one of the most prestigious institutes in the world. It was a dream come true. He knew not whether he could climb high on the ladder of the music world, but he would do his best. This was his chance, his start.
Changmin went on, “Kibum would send me the ‘clean’ documents so I could apply to a school here too. I can do architecture. Then, if you don’t get famous, I will take care of it all. I would take care of you.”
“…mmmm…”
“We can also adopt kids. We’ll make a wonderful family. I want a boy and a girl. I will teach the boy basketball and the drums. What do you want to teach our girl?”
“Our girl?” Junsu snugged more tightly beside Changmin, “I will teach her the cello.”
“The cello? Why not the piano?” Changmin was quite surprised.
“Have you noticed how sexy it is, the sight of a girl playing the cello with one leg in front to keep the instrument?” Junsu giggled. “Besides, the piano is so lonely.”
Changmin held his breath. His eyes glued on the sky but his ears were all for Junsu, who went on with gentle voice.
“Many times before,” Junsu said, “I wondered, why I had chosen the piano. Many times I wished I had chosen the violin or cello instead, so I could play in an ensemble. The piano, I’d always play it alone. Sometimes it’s scary. You can’t make any mistake. And it’s so lonely. That light on the stage in your eyes and you are under all eyes. Alone. So alone.”
Junsu closed his eyes.
Changmin let out a breath.
“No, baby,” Changmin said in his deep, warm voice, “You’re not alone. I’m here for you, remember? And in the future, our kids too.”
Junsu felt tears brimming in his eyes.
A family. Junsu’s own family.
Junsu, an orphan hailing from a province, coming to Seoul on his own to chase after a dream, then through highs and lows now got for himself the one he loved. Changmin was so perfect and everything Junsu had never dared to hope for.
Everything felt so right.
Too right.
When they woke up, the sun was golden and setting. Changmin sat up first.
“Feel like having picnic dinner today?”
“Uh-huh,” Junsu nodded, “anyway we’re leaving the day after tomorrow. Better make use of the time here.”
“Cool.” Changmin smiled. “What about me going back to take things, and you stay here to make a fire?”
“Sounds great.”
With that, Changmin stood up. He walked back to the beach house they rented.
Changmin couldn’t believe it.
The phone inside the house was ringing. The number started with 82.
A call from Korea.
Chills ran up his spine. It was a number he didn’t know, but who from Korea would call here? Who would know Changmin and Junsu were here?
“Yeoboseyo,” said Changmin in a feigned calm voice. In total contrast, Kyuhyun’s voice was frantic on the other line, like the guy was breaking apart.
“Ch…Changmin, Changmin, here you are…”
“What happened? Calm down.” Changmin held his breath. Something so terrible must have happened for Kyuhyun to be this uncontrollable.
“Changmin, ajussi… ajussi got a stroke two weeks ago. Things… things are out of control now… come back… comback please!”
Changmin’s head felt frozen. For two minutes he couldn’t utter a sound, making Kyuhyun call “Changmin, Changmin” continuously on the other line.
“How… how is my father? W… What happened?”
“Still in coma. They say… they say even if he wakes up… he won’t be able to function normally anymore…” Kyuhyun broke into tears. “Changmin, come back, they are trying to take the group away from our family…”
Changmin covered his face his his left hand.
“Changmin… Things are out of control now, I’m sorry I can’t manage it… Please come back… Only you can change things, you are the designated heir and you hold the Tasaki name too… Please…”
Changmin swallowed drily. Tears had started flowing down his cheeks. His abeonim. He couldn’t believe it. A seemingly invincible man, now defeated by a stroke, and the empire he had built up now fell prey to other people’s greed.
“How… how is my okaa-san? How did you find me here?”
“Changmin,” Kyuhyun tried to pull himself together, “Ayumi-san knows where you are, she got it from Kibum, she just doesn’t do anything. She even forbids me to contact you. But Changmin… Changmin… she’s only managing it with that she used to be part of the Tasaki clan… but that won’t be long… only you are the real heir. Come back.”
“I… I’ll call later,” Changmin said shortly. He hung up the phone and collapsed down the floor.
An eternity seemed to have passed when someone opened the door and turned on the light. Changmin hadn’t noticed it had got dark since long. He had sat in the inky darkness for hours, his head totally empty but his eyes full of tears.
Someone shook him violently. Changmin stared bacnkly but it took him some minutes to realize it was Junsu.
“What… What happened? Changmin! Min-ah!” Junsu’s face was pale, like all the blood had been drained from his face. Of course. Anyone would be frightened if they saw Changmin’s current state.
“Junsu… Junsu-ya… abeonim… abeonim…” Changmin couldn’t be coherent. Junsu stroked his arms. “Calm down, tell me what’s wrong?”
“Su,” Changmin closed his eyes, mustered all his strength to continue, “Abeonim suffered from a stroke… they say his brain was damaged… and they’re trying to take the company… my okaa-san…”
They both fell silent. Changmin’s tears fell silently as he looked at Junsu, who was also looking at him, eyes bewildered at first but then realization sunk in and it was Junsu who voiced something out first.
“The dream has to end now, does it?”
Changmin looked up. He was like a lost child.
“Junsu, I’ll go back to find you, okay? I promise I will…”
“Min-ah,” Junsu smiled. He managed to not look sad. “Go back…”
“I promise I will, please wait for me, please?”
“Min,” Junsu patted on Changmin’s cheeks, “Don’t think about that just yet.” He sighed. “Take care of your family and the group… Don’t need to care about me…”
“Why is it so unfair?” Changmin had to struggle to stand straight. The crew of his private jet was stading only some ten meters away and he must appear strong. He must appear strong to save his family. But he just couldn’t fake it in front of Junsu. “Why can’t we be together?” He asked desperately.
“That’s… the way it’s supposed to be, I guess,” Junsu said, his smile now looked like a clumsy line on a face drawn on a crumpled piece of paper. There must be someone staying strong here and it should be him.
Changmin pulled him into his embrace. “I love you. I love you so much...”
Slowly, Junsu put his hands up to hold Changmin’s back. “Changmin-ah…”
His eyes were full of the blinding light reflected on the runway and on the body of aircrafts, and the smell of asphalt was pungent, carried wildly about by the wind. Also, the smell of the leather on Changmin’s coat. The rough texture Junsu was feeling under his hand made his heart beat fast. “Min…”
“Mr. Shim, it’s time,” the captain approached them. They clumsily let go of each other.
“Goodbye, Changmin. I wish you happiness.”
A few years later, Junsu was sitting in his own room in the backstage. A make-up artist was dabbing foundation on his face. An assistant was fitting the shoes for him. Goldenly white light bulbs decorated the large mirror in front of him.
A boy ran in. “Mr.Kim, today’s newspaper is here.”
“Thank you,” Junsu said, taking the newspaper handed to him with a friendly smile. He subscribed to several Korean newspapers and daily issues were always delivered to him on the same day, so he could keep up with news of his homeland.
Partly because Junsu was traditional and he preferred physical to digital things. But more than that, to have something tangible from home, that was what he sought for.
The news were like other news today. The first page said the Korean President was to visit the US. May be Junsu would be invited to the reception, he thought.
But it was the large picture and tittle running on top of an article expanding on a whole third page that caught Junsu’s eyes.
A very familiar tall figure, clad in a mature, grim-looking dark suit, half-leaning against an office table. His eyes were bright even under the dull newspaper ink.
“Shim Changmin of Choikang Group Shakes Hand with Giant Arab Oil Firm,” it read, and what followed was a smaller tittle, “Announcing His Engagement”.
So that was had become of Changmin.
"I'm happy if you're happy," Junsu mumbled.
That day, the Stern Auditorium of Carnegie Hall and the audience in it witnessed one of the greatest renditions of Beethoven’s Piano Sonata no. 23, “Appassionata” ever played.
The End
I originally intended to update this on the 25th to make it a Christmas gift... But then I realized it might not make such a nice present, so... xD
So much love and many thanks for you guys. It’s been a long journey :).
A new fic will follow soon.
I'd love to hear what you think. Again, thanks for the support until now, and let's spread the MinSu love together! :)