Fanfic - DBSK - Reach Out (I'll Be There) - YooSu - G - Oneshot
Title: Reach Out (I’ll Be There)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it ain’t mine.
Author: femmephantom
Fandom: DBSK
Rating: G
Genre: General. Slight angst. Friendship. Fluff?
Pairing/Other Characters: No real pairing, but STRONG Yoochun/Junsu friendship. Mentions of Yoowhan, and ninja!Jae/Ho/Min.
Word Count: 1,732
Summary: Yoochun isn’t sleeping. Which means Junsu isn’t sleeping. And Junsu isn’t sure what he can do to help. Most of the fic is “angst”, but there’s a happy ending folks. All YooSu should have a happy ending in my book. Also, unbeta-ed.
Yoochun needs sleep, and Junsu can see it. His movements are laborious and sluggish. It takes him longer to respond to questions. He doesn’t smile or laugh as much, and the circles under his eyes are so dark, it looks like he’s been punched in the nose. The stylist-noonas do what they can to hide them, but they’re all too visible to Junsu.
He should get some sleep too, but it’s hard for him to rest when he knows Yoochun’s like this. Junsu will say how worried he is, but Yoochun will just pat his hand on Junsu’s thigh and tell him not to worry about it. It’s nothing to worry about. It’s not your problem.
Only it IS his problem. His best friend is hurting, suffering, sad, and Junsu doesn’t quite know what to do about it.
He’s asked Jaejoong-hyung, and he just told him to leave it be, and that Yoochun gets in moods like this some times. He’ll crawl out of his “funk” sooner or later.
Yunho wasn’t much help either. He just said to let Yoochun know that they’re there for him, and Junsu’s tried to. Really he has. But every time he tries to get close to Yoochun, he shies away; saying he needs some time to be alone.
Changmin was the least help of all. He just told Junsu that Yoochun was “on his period” and would get over it in a few days.
But a few days have gone by, and Yoochun isn’t looking any better. He’s not even short-tempered with the other members anymore. He barely even speaks. He just gives an occasional “mhmm” or a “nope” or a “sure”.
Junsu thinks Yoochun’s starting to go crazy, ‘cause he’s getting about as much sleep as Yoochun and is just as upset (if not more so), and he’s at his wit’s end.
He tries to get Yoochun to talk, but Yoochun is the master of distraction and evasion and quickly changes the subject.
He tries to get Yoochun to sleep by getting him to drink some chamomile tea, but the tea is cold and untouched the following morning.
He finds out what’s been bothering Yoochun the next night. It’s early in the morning and Junsu still can’t sleep, so he goes to the kitchen to get a drink of water and because finally breaks down and decides to take one of those sleeping pills Jae had given him. He over hears Yoochun on the phone in his studio. He’s arguing with his mom; Junsu can tell by the random bursts of English in the conversation. He recognizes a few of the words, and he knows things must be bad for Yoochun to speak to his mom like that.
He pauses by the door for a little while longer, hoping to gleam some more information from the overheard conversation. Yoohwan’s name is mentioned. Yoochun is begging. He wants Yoohwan to come and visit - maybe even live with them - but Yoochun’s mom is against it.
Yoochun is crying, now. No surprise there. He’s the biggest baby out of the five of them. But the way his voice cracks when he begs his mom not to take his brother away from him. Not to take his family away from him, not to do this after the two of them had spent so much time apart, tears Junsu up inside.
A small gasp escapes his lips, and Yoochun turns around just in time to see Junsu move away from the crack of the door. Heart pounding and tears blurring his vision, Junsu races back to his room and locks the door. He pulls his pillow tight to his chest, and buries his head in it, letting the fabric absorb his tears and sobs.
He’s worried about seeing Yoochun the next day. He won’t look in Yoochun’s general direction, let alone at his eyes. But as the day goes on, Junsu can’t help it. He has to say something. He can’t not.
He waits for Jaejoong to leave the studio, and then garners up all the courage he can muster and goes in. He shuts the door behind him, and turns the lock for good measure.
Yoochun turns his head ever so slightly to see where the noise came from, and immediately goes back to figuring out a melody on his keyboard.
Junsu waits for an invitation to come in and sit down, but minutes pass by without a word from Yoochun. He cautiously makes his way over to a chair stationed by the keyboard, scared to share the bench with Yoochun.
“Chun?” his voice wavers. He gets no response. “Chun-ah,” he tries again. Still nothing. Determined to see this through, Junsu continues. “Chun-ah, you can’t go on like this. We can’t go on like this. I don’t want you to be like this. I want the old Chun, back. I want my Chun back. I miss him. I need him.”
Junsu pauses and exhales loudly and as he waits for a response. But all Yoochun does is turn his head slightly and say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Su. I’m right here. And I need to finish working on this song. So if we’re done here?” Yoochun dismisses the conversation by putting his headphones over his ears, but Junsu isn’t finished.
“Park Yoochun!” he yells. “I know you’re depressed and I know you’re upset, but you can’t keep going on like this! I know you miss your brother and want him here, I know how you feel! Trust me I do! Do you think I don’t miss Junho every day? Do you? Of course I do!”
Junsu is up out of his seat and is waving his arms about and is this close to pulling his hair out in frustration. “But you know what, Yoochun? I deal with it. I accept that he can’t always be here and that I don’t get to see him as often as I like, and that’s okay. You know why? Because I have you!”
Yoochun still isn’t looking at Junsu. His head is still bent over the piano keys, though his fingers aren’t moving. Junsu drops to his knees next to Yoochun.
“Chun, please. You need your sleep. We need you back. I need you back.” Junsu tentatively reaches a hand up and grasps Yoochun’s fingers, and he can see the silent tears streaming down Yoochun’s face.
“I know you know I overheard you on the phone with your mom last night, and I have to tell you that you’re wrong. She and Yoohwan aren’t the only family you have. You have us. You have Jae and Yunho and even Min. We’re your family, and we couldn’t love you more if we were related by blood. And I think we love you more because we aren’t blood related. Because we choose to love you. Not because we have to. We love you, Park Yoochun. Biggest flirt and crybaby and most frustrating man in all of South Korea. We love you, and worry about you, and pick on you, and we care about you. And when you hurt Yoochun-ah, we hurt too.”
Junsu rests his head on Yoochun’s thigh and sighs. “I wish I could do more for you. I really do. You don’t know how much is hurts me to see you so miserable and not be able to do anything.” He sucks in a breath and lifts his head. “I don’t know what else to do Chunnie. But the others said I should leave you alone, and you’ve asked me repeatedly to leave you alone. So that’s what I’ll do.”
He stands and withdraws his fingers from Yoochun’s hand, but leans down far enough so that their cheeks are touching and Yoochun can feel Junsu’s breath on his ear.
“But we’ll always be here for you, Park Yoochun. I’ll always be here for you. You just have to reach out.”
And having said that, Junsu gets up and shuffles to the studio door. He pauses for a moment, hoping Yoochun will call out to him. He doesn’t, and Junsu turns the lock and leaves.
He sees a solemn Yunho, Jaejoong, and Changmin in the hallway. They look at him reluctantly expectant; he shakes his head at them. Changmin shakes his head and wanders off to the kitchen. Jaejoong follows shortly after offering to make the younger some leftovers. Yunho pauses by Junsu long enough to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before he too follows the others. Junsu trudges to his room and flops down on the bed, and sleeps.
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He’s not quite sure how long he’s been sleeping, but sometime later Junsu is subtly roused from his sleep by the lifting of his covers and the sagging of his mattress. He makes a sound like a “hmmn?”, and a voice hushes him.
“Shhh, it’s just me.”
Junsu feels an arm (a much too thin arm) sneak around his midriff and turns to face the person next to him. His eyes are more closed than open, but he thinks he recognizes that wide forehead.
“Chun-ah?” he mumbles.
“Yeah Su, it’s me.”
“What’re you doing?”
“Finally getting some sleep.” Yoochun lightly traces Junsu’s face with his finger. Gently gliding it over his forehead, his eyes, the slope of his nose, he traces Junsu’s plump lips and follows the curve of his cheek up to his ear. “Still awake?” he whispered.
Junsu gave a noncommittal grunt which could be interpreted a million different ways, but then Junsu was always like that.
“I want to thank you,” Yoochun says as his lips ghost over Junsu’s forehead. “I want to thank you for caring. For trying. For not giving up on me. And I’m sorry, too. I’m sorry I made all of you suffer by thinking I had to deal with this alone. Especially you, Su. I’m sorry, and I love you, too, and you mean more than the world to me. Really.”
Yoochun waits for Junsu to say something, but is only met with silence, though he knows the other is still awake.
“Think you can ever forgive me?”
“If you’ll shut up and let me go back to sleep, then yes,” was Junsu’s mumbled reply.
Yoochun chuckled and the sound reverberated in Junsu’s chest, and suddenly he could breathe easier, and a slight smile stole across his face.
“Night then, Chunnie.”
Yoochun placed a soft kiss on the top of Junsu’s head. “Night my sweet Su. And thanks. For everything.”
A/N: Yeah, I’m not sure how I feel about this. I started to go one way and the fic went another…but overall I think I like it.
Lemme know what you think in comments, kids!
Much love, FemmePhantom
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it ain’t mine.
Author: femmephantom
Fandom: DBSK
Rating: G
Genre: General. Slight angst. Friendship. Fluff?
Pairing/Other Characters: No real pairing, but STRONG Yoochun/Junsu friendship. Mentions of Yoowhan, and ninja!Jae/Ho/Min.
Word Count: 1,732
Summary: Yoochun isn’t sleeping. Which means Junsu isn’t sleeping. And Junsu isn’t sure what he can do to help. Most of the fic is “angst”, but there’s a happy ending folks. All YooSu should have a happy ending in my book. Also, unbeta-ed.
Yoochun needs sleep, and Junsu can see it. His movements are laborious and sluggish. It takes him longer to respond to questions. He doesn’t smile or laugh as much, and the circles under his eyes are so dark, it looks like he’s been punched in the nose. The stylist-noonas do what they can to hide them, but they’re all too visible to Junsu.
He should get some sleep too, but it’s hard for him to rest when he knows Yoochun’s like this. Junsu will say how worried he is, but Yoochun will just pat his hand on Junsu’s thigh and tell him not to worry about it. It’s nothing to worry about. It’s not your problem.
Only it IS his problem. His best friend is hurting, suffering, sad, and Junsu doesn’t quite know what to do about it.
He’s asked Jaejoong-hyung, and he just told him to leave it be, and that Yoochun gets in moods like this some times. He’ll crawl out of his “funk” sooner or later.
Yunho wasn’t much help either. He just said to let Yoochun know that they’re there for him, and Junsu’s tried to. Really he has. But every time he tries to get close to Yoochun, he shies away; saying he needs some time to be alone.
Changmin was the least help of all. He just told Junsu that Yoochun was “on his period” and would get over it in a few days.
But a few days have gone by, and Yoochun isn’t looking any better. He’s not even short-tempered with the other members anymore. He barely even speaks. He just gives an occasional “mhmm” or a “nope” or a “sure”.
Junsu thinks Yoochun’s starting to go crazy, ‘cause he’s getting about as much sleep as Yoochun and is just as upset (if not more so), and he’s at his wit’s end.
He tries to get Yoochun to talk, but Yoochun is the master of distraction and evasion and quickly changes the subject.
He tries to get Yoochun to sleep by getting him to drink some chamomile tea, but the tea is cold and untouched the following morning.
He finds out what’s been bothering Yoochun the next night. It’s early in the morning and Junsu still can’t sleep, so he goes to the kitchen to get a drink of water and because finally breaks down and decides to take one of those sleeping pills Jae had given him. He over hears Yoochun on the phone in his studio. He’s arguing with his mom; Junsu can tell by the random bursts of English in the conversation. He recognizes a few of the words, and he knows things must be bad for Yoochun to speak to his mom like that.
He pauses by the door for a little while longer, hoping to gleam some more information from the overheard conversation. Yoohwan’s name is mentioned. Yoochun is begging. He wants Yoohwan to come and visit - maybe even live with them - but Yoochun’s mom is against it.
Yoochun is crying, now. No surprise there. He’s the biggest baby out of the five of them. But the way his voice cracks when he begs his mom not to take his brother away from him. Not to take his family away from him, not to do this after the two of them had spent so much time apart, tears Junsu up inside.
A small gasp escapes his lips, and Yoochun turns around just in time to see Junsu move away from the crack of the door. Heart pounding and tears blurring his vision, Junsu races back to his room and locks the door. He pulls his pillow tight to his chest, and buries his head in it, letting the fabric absorb his tears and sobs.
He’s worried about seeing Yoochun the next day. He won’t look in Yoochun’s general direction, let alone at his eyes. But as the day goes on, Junsu can’t help it. He has to say something. He can’t not.
He waits for Jaejoong to leave the studio, and then garners up all the courage he can muster and goes in. He shuts the door behind him, and turns the lock for good measure.
Yoochun turns his head ever so slightly to see where the noise came from, and immediately goes back to figuring out a melody on his keyboard.
Junsu waits for an invitation to come in and sit down, but minutes pass by without a word from Yoochun. He cautiously makes his way over to a chair stationed by the keyboard, scared to share the bench with Yoochun.
“Chun?” his voice wavers. He gets no response. “Chun-ah,” he tries again. Still nothing. Determined to see this through, Junsu continues. “Chun-ah, you can’t go on like this. We can’t go on like this. I don’t want you to be like this. I want the old Chun, back. I want my Chun back. I miss him. I need him.”
Junsu pauses and exhales loudly and as he waits for a response. But all Yoochun does is turn his head slightly and say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Su. I’m right here. And I need to finish working on this song. So if we’re done here?” Yoochun dismisses the conversation by putting his headphones over his ears, but Junsu isn’t finished.
“Park Yoochun!” he yells. “I know you’re depressed and I know you’re upset, but you can’t keep going on like this! I know you miss your brother and want him here, I know how you feel! Trust me I do! Do you think I don’t miss Junho every day? Do you? Of course I do!”
Junsu is up out of his seat and is waving his arms about and is this close to pulling his hair out in frustration. “But you know what, Yoochun? I deal with it. I accept that he can’t always be here and that I don’t get to see him as often as I like, and that’s okay. You know why? Because I have you!”
Yoochun still isn’t looking at Junsu. His head is still bent over the piano keys, though his fingers aren’t moving. Junsu drops to his knees next to Yoochun.
“Chun, please. You need your sleep. We need you back. I need you back.” Junsu tentatively reaches a hand up and grasps Yoochun’s fingers, and he can see the silent tears streaming down Yoochun’s face.
“I know you know I overheard you on the phone with your mom last night, and I have to tell you that you’re wrong. She and Yoohwan aren’t the only family you have. You have us. You have Jae and Yunho and even Min. We’re your family, and we couldn’t love you more if we were related by blood. And I think we love you more because we aren’t blood related. Because we choose to love you. Not because we have to. We love you, Park Yoochun. Biggest flirt and crybaby and most frustrating man in all of South Korea. We love you, and worry about you, and pick on you, and we care about you. And when you hurt Yoochun-ah, we hurt too.”
Junsu rests his head on Yoochun’s thigh and sighs. “I wish I could do more for you. I really do. You don’t know how much is hurts me to see you so miserable and not be able to do anything.” He sucks in a breath and lifts his head. “I don’t know what else to do Chunnie. But the others said I should leave you alone, and you’ve asked me repeatedly to leave you alone. So that’s what I’ll do.”
He stands and withdraws his fingers from Yoochun’s hand, but leans down far enough so that their cheeks are touching and Yoochun can feel Junsu’s breath on his ear.
“But we’ll always be here for you, Park Yoochun. I’ll always be here for you. You just have to reach out.”
And having said that, Junsu gets up and shuffles to the studio door. He pauses for a moment, hoping Yoochun will call out to him. He doesn’t, and Junsu turns the lock and leaves.
He sees a solemn Yunho, Jaejoong, and Changmin in the hallway. They look at him reluctantly expectant; he shakes his head at them. Changmin shakes his head and wanders off to the kitchen. Jaejoong follows shortly after offering to make the younger some leftovers. Yunho pauses by Junsu long enough to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before he too follows the others. Junsu trudges to his room and flops down on the bed, and sleeps.
-----------------------------------------
He’s not quite sure how long he’s been sleeping, but sometime later Junsu is subtly roused from his sleep by the lifting of his covers and the sagging of his mattress. He makes a sound like a “hmmn?”, and a voice hushes him.
“Shhh, it’s just me.”
Junsu feels an arm (a much too thin arm) sneak around his midriff and turns to face the person next to him. His eyes are more closed than open, but he thinks he recognizes that wide forehead.
“Chun-ah?” he mumbles.
“Yeah Su, it’s me.”
“What’re you doing?”
“Finally getting some sleep.” Yoochun lightly traces Junsu’s face with his finger. Gently gliding it over his forehead, his eyes, the slope of his nose, he traces Junsu’s plump lips and follows the curve of his cheek up to his ear. “Still awake?” he whispered.
Junsu gave a noncommittal grunt which could be interpreted a million different ways, but then Junsu was always like that.
“I want to thank you,” Yoochun says as his lips ghost over Junsu’s forehead. “I want to thank you for caring. For trying. For not giving up on me. And I’m sorry, too. I’m sorry I made all of you suffer by thinking I had to deal with this alone. Especially you, Su. I’m sorry, and I love you, too, and you mean more than the world to me. Really.”
Yoochun waits for Junsu to say something, but is only met with silence, though he knows the other is still awake.
“Think you can ever forgive me?”
“If you’ll shut up and let me go back to sleep, then yes,” was Junsu’s mumbled reply.
Yoochun chuckled and the sound reverberated in Junsu’s chest, and suddenly he could breathe easier, and a slight smile stole across his face.
“Night then, Chunnie.”
Yoochun placed a soft kiss on the top of Junsu’s head. “Night my sweet Su. And thanks. For everything.”
A/N: Yeah, I’m not sure how I feel about this. I started to go one way and the fic went another…but overall I think I like it.
Lemme know what you think in comments, kids!
Much love, FemmePhantom