Memoria da Ieri - 8
Fandom: DBSK/TVXQ/JYJ
Pairing: MinSu (Changmin x Junsu), HoSu (Yunho x Junsu)
Rating: PG - M
Length: Chaptered
Genre: Romance, Angst, Medical, Psychology
Summary:Changmin had never known memories could be so powerful, until he met Junsu.
After having more than 600cc of blood pulled out, the stress and tiredness all built up to make Yunho fall asleep right on the reclining chair he was sitting on.
He had a dream. Or, as he slowly realized, more like the past being played in a silent movie in his brain.
Yunho was then 7 years old. Overall, he was happy. He had a loving father and a very beautiful mother. More than that, though a little kid, he was already aware of how people treated him in a special way. There was nothing he wanted that he couldn’t have. Toy cars. Yummy chocolates. Beautiful color books. He had them all. But he didn’t really have friends. Which was why he would always roll into his mother’s lap when she was not looking.
“Omma, Yunho wants a brother.” He pulled her dress.
“Yunho, be good,” his mother removed his hands from the expensive clothes she was having on. “Omma has to go to a charity event now. Go play your toys. Uncle Il Woo just got you a new railway set.”
“But Yunho doesn’t want to play alone! Yunho wants a sibling! If not, omma play with Yunho!” Yunho didn’t know what a “charity event” meant, nor did he know why omma would rather go there than to play with him. He held on to his omma’s white, beautiful hands. But though looking so beautiful and delicate, they removed Yunho’s fingers in a very exact manner.
“Yunho, you have to listen to omma’s words.” The carefully painted eyebrows of his mother frowned. Then she called. “Taeyeon, come take Yunho!”
“Ne, Taehee-unnie!” From another side of the room, auntie Taeyeon ran over. “Yunho be good, auntie will play with you ok?”
Aunt Taeyeon so became Yunho’s playmate. Auntie was a cousin of Yunho’s omma’s. She stayed with Yunho’s family to study Art (translate to Yunho’s language: drawing) at a university (translate to Yunho’s language: school for the adults) in the city. She was not as beautiful as Yunho’s omma, but still very pretty. She was quiet like a cat, never made a noise when she moved, and her skirt always flowed so beautifully in front of Yunho’s eyes.
But auntie Taeyeon was girl and didn’t know how to play boys’ games. “Auntie’s boring! Yunho wants a brother!” Yunho soon sulked, throwing his Superman robot down on the rug. It broke into three pieces.
“Yunho, you can’t have a brother now,” aunt Taeyeon picked up the head of the robot, hurriedly trying to console the petulant boy.
“Why?”
“Omma and appa are busy. It takes time to make Yunho a brother and they can’t now. Yunho be a good boy, play with auntie for now, ok?”
Yunho pouted. Then an idea lit up in his little brain. “If omma does not give Yunho a brother, can auntie Taeyeon do it? When auntie gets married, can Yunho play with baby cousin?”
Taeyeon had to laugh, hearing the innocent boy’s words. She patted Yunho’s head. “Ok, auntie will let Yunho play with baby cousin.”
“Deal?” Yunho took out his pinky so they could make a pinky promise.
“Deal,” Taeyeon smiled.
But auntie Taeyeon wasn’t around for long.
The last time Yunho had seen her, she was in front of Yunho’s mother, kneeling on the floor and crying hard. Yunho’s mother was very angry, unlike her normal self. Yunho did not understand much of what was being said, even though he was hiding behind the wall just nearby. But he slowly learned that some of the words being said then were bad words. Those like “shame of the family”, “prostitute”, “useless”, etc. were among those that Yunho would learn their meanings, when he was older and started to hang out with a group of friends, all curious pubertal boys, in sketchy places.
In any case, auntie Taeyeon disappeared after that.
Yunho grew up. He forgot his auntie Taeyeon. He stopped demanding for a younger sibling when he had become old enough to learn about his family’s position and his own duties. And duties meant no playing around. There was no need for playmates anymore.
Also, though nothing was being said but it seemed clear that Yunho’s parents didn’t plan to have another baby. Then, when Yunho was 15, his mother passed away.
Thus, Yunho was surprised when his childhood dream came true one day, when he had totally forgot about it. On a very pleasant sunny afternoon of Spring, Yunho came back home from cram school. The college entrance exam was near and he had to do well to live up to his father’s name. Said father, surprisingly, was home early that day.
“Yunho, come here.”
Yunho dutifully came over and realized his father was not alone. Sitting nearby was a young boy with a lovely but sad face, looking absent-minded until Yunho’s father took his hand and led him to Yunho.
Those beautiful brown orbs called inside Yunho memories from a distant past. Right before he could name it, Yunho’s father had started first.
“Yunho, do you remember auntie Taeyeon? She passed away last month. Here is auntie’s son, your cousin, Junsu. Junsu, this is Yunho-hyung.” Then he smiled. “You are brothers from now on.”
And thus Yunho suddenly got a “brother”.
Auntie Taeyeon definitely had fulfilled the promise. Junsu was indeed her son, as Yunho could tell from the much familiar soft features, the teardrop-shaped eyes, and the pair of sweet lips. Yunho thought, if he were 8 years younger he would be delighted to have Junsu as his playmate too, because Junsu was extremely lively. He moved around all the time, playing soccer, chasing butterflies with his little net, climbing trees, all the stuff.
This part was definitely unlike auntie Taeyeon though, Yunho thought as he massaged his forehead. Earlier he had had to send butler Park to a mansion nearby to apologize for a glass window newly shatterred by a ball kicked by Junsu.
But despite all the mischievousness, the quick mouth and the stubbornness that gave Yunho headaches, Yunho realized he adored Junsu more than anything. It had started right on that Spring afternoon when he had first met Junsu, and only grew greater and greater. Nobody could ever compare.
Yunho woke up some 8 hours later. People told him the surgery was successful, and Junsu survived.
Yunho sat beside Junsu’s bed. The boy’s eyes were closed, and the color of his sweet lips was pale. Junsu’s right wrist was under a layer of bandage which covered the horid cuts that nearly cost his life.
Yunho lifted his cousin’s hand up gently. He kissed every one of Junsu’s fingertips, while his own were feeling the flow of blood running under Junsu’s veins. The knowledge that his own blood was running inside Junsu’s body, nourishing the young boy to revival gave Yunho a certain thrill. He felt almost smug about the fact that he had just saved Junsu’s life. No one else could do this. He felt they were closer than ever.
He moved his lips to under Junsu’s forehead and kissed it. Then he walked outside, ordering the guards to not let anyone but the patient’s family members to come in, and left.
He took the steering wheel of the expensive Mercedes from the chauffeur. As he sat in his car, he noticed the stress that had been building up in the negotiation room and the stress of receiving Junsu’s news had combined, clogged up in each and every furrow of his brain and he needed some catharsis.
He did not make the necessary turn to bring himself home, but went instead to a luxurious apartment complex in Gangnam. He had made the choice for tonight and was heading toward it.
Things happened fast. After two rounds of intense fucking, Yunho lit up a cigarrette. He drew in a satisfying breath.
Go Ara, the woman he had just thoroughly screwed, sprawled lazily on bed. She curved her deadly body, and extended her arms to wrap around Yunho’s toned abs. Her lips, still red from the lipstick she had carefully put on earlier, purred out words in a sensual manner. “It’s been a while. You only come here when your girlfriend cannot satisfy your needs. What’s up with her this time?”
“In hospital.” Yunho blew out a trail of smoke. Hearing the questioning silence from Ara, he added while looking at the lights of the skyscrapers outside the window. “Suicidal attempt.”
Ara was astonished. She then decided it was probably another one of Yunho’s quirky jokes. “Don’t scare me.” She laughed, then continued, “Who is she anyway? You never tell me. In any case, she can’t be more beautiful than me. Why don’t you just leave her and come to me?” Ara was always proud of the tittle of Miss Korea she was holding.
Yunho turned to look at Ara. His gaze made her goosebumps suddenly go up. Then he leaned over, lifted her chin up with his hand, and blew smoke at her face. “You. Don’t. Even. Compare.” He enunciated.
Nobody could ever compare.
Yunho smiled, while Ara’s eyes got bigger.
In any case, Ara’s talking had reminded Yunho about certain things. He missed the tightness inside his real lover’s body, and how the smooth, young skin felt under his fingers, when the body squirmed with his touches. The thoughts made Yunho go hard again.
He moved his hand lower, playing with Ara’s nipples. “Come here,” he commanded.
When done with her the third time and knowing she had fallen asleep, Yunho laid on the bed and started contemplating.
Shim Changmin. The guy had started questioning his past. Which meant Yunho had to move fast. The past few years Yunho had worked hard to make sure all those who knew of Changmin’s past around 1 year before the accident had been cleared up, or at least, would not leak out anything. But Shim Changmin was intelligent, as far as Yunho could remember. The damned doctor even had once come close to taking away from Yunho the thing he treasured the most… But now Yunho would not let that happen again.
Yunho was most angry about Shim Seungho. Who thought that old man would leave Shim Changmin in charge of Junsu’s case? That really had caused Shim Changmin to suspect things… Maybe he was going to remember soon. Yunho still remembered that pair of eyes, burning with desperate desire to recall, and that gave Yunho involutary chills.
No. Yunho would win. He had prepared for even the worst case scenario.
End 8
Pairing: MinSu (Changmin x Junsu), HoSu (Yunho x Junsu)
Rating: PG - M
Length: Chaptered
Genre: Romance, Angst, Medical, Psychology
Summary:Changmin had never known memories could be so powerful, until he met Junsu.
After having more than 600cc of blood pulled out, the stress and tiredness all built up to make Yunho fall asleep right on the reclining chair he was sitting on.
He had a dream. Or, as he slowly realized, more like the past being played in a silent movie in his brain.
Yunho was then 7 years old. Overall, he was happy. He had a loving father and a very beautiful mother. More than that, though a little kid, he was already aware of how people treated him in a special way. There was nothing he wanted that he couldn’t have. Toy cars. Yummy chocolates. Beautiful color books. He had them all. But he didn’t really have friends. Which was why he would always roll into his mother’s lap when she was not looking.
“Omma, Yunho wants a brother.” He pulled her dress.
“Yunho, be good,” his mother removed his hands from the expensive clothes she was having on. “Omma has to go to a charity event now. Go play your toys. Uncle Il Woo just got you a new railway set.”
“But Yunho doesn’t want to play alone! Yunho wants a sibling! If not, omma play with Yunho!” Yunho didn’t know what a “charity event” meant, nor did he know why omma would rather go there than to play with him. He held on to his omma’s white, beautiful hands. But though looking so beautiful and delicate, they removed Yunho’s fingers in a very exact manner.
“Yunho, you have to listen to omma’s words.” The carefully painted eyebrows of his mother frowned. Then she called. “Taeyeon, come take Yunho!”
“Ne, Taehee-unnie!” From another side of the room, auntie Taeyeon ran over. “Yunho be good, auntie will play with you ok?”
Aunt Taeyeon so became Yunho’s playmate. Auntie was a cousin of Yunho’s omma’s. She stayed with Yunho’s family to study Art (translate to Yunho’s language: drawing) at a university (translate to Yunho’s language: school for the adults) in the city. She was not as beautiful as Yunho’s omma, but still very pretty. She was quiet like a cat, never made a noise when she moved, and her skirt always flowed so beautifully in front of Yunho’s eyes.
But auntie Taeyeon was girl and didn’t know how to play boys’ games. “Auntie’s boring! Yunho wants a brother!” Yunho soon sulked, throwing his Superman robot down on the rug. It broke into three pieces.
“Yunho, you can’t have a brother now,” aunt Taeyeon picked up the head of the robot, hurriedly trying to console the petulant boy.
“Why?”
“Omma and appa are busy. It takes time to make Yunho a brother and they can’t now. Yunho be a good boy, play with auntie for now, ok?”
Yunho pouted. Then an idea lit up in his little brain. “If omma does not give Yunho a brother, can auntie Taeyeon do it? When auntie gets married, can Yunho play with baby cousin?”
Taeyeon had to laugh, hearing the innocent boy’s words. She patted Yunho’s head. “Ok, auntie will let Yunho play with baby cousin.”
“Deal?” Yunho took out his pinky so they could make a pinky promise.
“Deal,” Taeyeon smiled.
But auntie Taeyeon wasn’t around for long.
The last time Yunho had seen her, she was in front of Yunho’s mother, kneeling on the floor and crying hard. Yunho’s mother was very angry, unlike her normal self. Yunho did not understand much of what was being said, even though he was hiding behind the wall just nearby. But he slowly learned that some of the words being said then were bad words. Those like “shame of the family”, “prostitute”, “useless”, etc. were among those that Yunho would learn their meanings, when he was older and started to hang out with a group of friends, all curious pubertal boys, in sketchy places.
In any case, auntie Taeyeon disappeared after that.
Yunho grew up. He forgot his auntie Taeyeon. He stopped demanding for a younger sibling when he had become old enough to learn about his family’s position and his own duties. And duties meant no playing around. There was no need for playmates anymore.
Also, though nothing was being said but it seemed clear that Yunho’s parents didn’t plan to have another baby. Then, when Yunho was 15, his mother passed away.
Thus, Yunho was surprised when his childhood dream came true one day, when he had totally forgot about it. On a very pleasant sunny afternoon of Spring, Yunho came back home from cram school. The college entrance exam was near and he had to do well to live up to his father’s name. Said father, surprisingly, was home early that day.
“Yunho, come here.”
Yunho dutifully came over and realized his father was not alone. Sitting nearby was a young boy with a lovely but sad face, looking absent-minded until Yunho’s father took his hand and led him to Yunho.
Those beautiful brown orbs called inside Yunho memories from a distant past. Right before he could name it, Yunho’s father had started first.
“Yunho, do you remember auntie Taeyeon? She passed away last month. Here is auntie’s son, your cousin, Junsu. Junsu, this is Yunho-hyung.” Then he smiled. “You are brothers from now on.”
And thus Yunho suddenly got a “brother”.
Auntie Taeyeon definitely had fulfilled the promise. Junsu was indeed her son, as Yunho could tell from the much familiar soft features, the teardrop-shaped eyes, and the pair of sweet lips. Yunho thought, if he were 8 years younger he would be delighted to have Junsu as his playmate too, because Junsu was extremely lively. He moved around all the time, playing soccer, chasing butterflies with his little net, climbing trees, all the stuff.
This part was definitely unlike auntie Taeyeon though, Yunho thought as he massaged his forehead. Earlier he had had to send butler Park to a mansion nearby to apologize for a glass window newly shatterred by a ball kicked by Junsu.
But despite all the mischievousness, the quick mouth and the stubbornness that gave Yunho headaches, Yunho realized he adored Junsu more than anything. It had started right on that Spring afternoon when he had first met Junsu, and only grew greater and greater. Nobody could ever compare.
Yunho woke up some 8 hours later. People told him the surgery was successful, and Junsu survived.
Yunho sat beside Junsu’s bed. The boy’s eyes were closed, and the color of his sweet lips was pale. Junsu’s right wrist was under a layer of bandage which covered the horid cuts that nearly cost his life.
Yunho lifted his cousin’s hand up gently. He kissed every one of Junsu’s fingertips, while his own were feeling the flow of blood running under Junsu’s veins. The knowledge that his own blood was running inside Junsu’s body, nourishing the young boy to revival gave Yunho a certain thrill. He felt almost smug about the fact that he had just saved Junsu’s life. No one else could do this. He felt they were closer than ever.
He moved his lips to under Junsu’s forehead and kissed it. Then he walked outside, ordering the guards to not let anyone but the patient’s family members to come in, and left.
He took the steering wheel of the expensive Mercedes from the chauffeur. As he sat in his car, he noticed the stress that had been building up in the negotiation room and the stress of receiving Junsu’s news had combined, clogged up in each and every furrow of his brain and he needed some catharsis.
He did not make the necessary turn to bring himself home, but went instead to a luxurious apartment complex in Gangnam. He had made the choice for tonight and was heading toward it.
Things happened fast. After two rounds of intense fucking, Yunho lit up a cigarrette. He drew in a satisfying breath.
Go Ara, the woman he had just thoroughly screwed, sprawled lazily on bed. She curved her deadly body, and extended her arms to wrap around Yunho’s toned abs. Her lips, still red from the lipstick she had carefully put on earlier, purred out words in a sensual manner. “It’s been a while. You only come here when your girlfriend cannot satisfy your needs. What’s up with her this time?”
“In hospital.” Yunho blew out a trail of smoke. Hearing the questioning silence from Ara, he added while looking at the lights of the skyscrapers outside the window. “Suicidal attempt.”
Ara was astonished. She then decided it was probably another one of Yunho’s quirky jokes. “Don’t scare me.” She laughed, then continued, “Who is she anyway? You never tell me. In any case, she can’t be more beautiful than me. Why don’t you just leave her and come to me?” Ara was always proud of the tittle of Miss Korea she was holding.
Yunho turned to look at Ara. His gaze made her goosebumps suddenly go up. Then he leaned over, lifted her chin up with his hand, and blew smoke at her face. “You. Don’t. Even. Compare.” He enunciated.
Nobody could ever compare.
Yunho smiled, while Ara’s eyes got bigger.
In any case, Ara’s talking had reminded Yunho about certain things. He missed the tightness inside his real lover’s body, and how the smooth, young skin felt under his fingers, when the body squirmed with his touches. The thoughts made Yunho go hard again.
He moved his hand lower, playing with Ara’s nipples. “Come here,” he commanded.
When done with her the third time and knowing she had fallen asleep, Yunho laid on the bed and started contemplating.
Shim Changmin. The guy had started questioning his past. Which meant Yunho had to move fast. The past few years Yunho had worked hard to make sure all those who knew of Changmin’s past around 1 year before the accident had been cleared up, or at least, would not leak out anything. But Shim Changmin was intelligent, as far as Yunho could remember. The damned doctor even had once come close to taking away from Yunho the thing he treasured the most… But now Yunho would not let that happen again.
Yunho was most angry about Shim Seungho. Who thought that old man would leave Shim Changmin in charge of Junsu’s case? That really had caused Shim Changmin to suspect things… Maybe he was going to remember soon. Yunho still remembered that pair of eyes, burning with desperate desire to recall, and that gave Yunho involutary chills.
No. Yunho would win. He had prepared for even the worst case scenario.
End 8