3 sets & 15 to love | yoosu, yunjae | one-shot
Title: 3 sets & 15 to love
Length: 1/?
Author: fruityfruitcake
Genre: comedy | fluff | romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Yoosu | Yunjae
Warning(s): none! ^^
Synopsis: Love will play with your heart, confuse your mind, and throw you into a whirl of emotions you can’t seem to comprehend. After the hardships and battles we’ve fought, what are we left with after the smoke clears? (Junsu POV)
Disclaimer: Never owned anyone in this fic and I never will!
Author’s Comment(s): Hey guys! This is my first and official debut of solo!Yoosu. Please let me know what you think. ^^ This isn't going to be a long chapter fic. It's most likely going to be in parts.
Summer was normally every child’s favorite season alongside Christmas. The dreaded the annual humid heat waves never missed the chance of mercilessly hitting Korea with its scorching waves of steamy torture. I feel my heart starting to ache at the scenery of children running up and about, their laughter all smiles, pushing each other playfully without a care in the world.
This was a part of me that I hated. This...fear of being out there - this insecurity of simply talking to people…I’ll talk to them, sure, but there was never a point in my life where I felt comfortable ever opening myself to any of them. I live with my brother in Korea while our parents moved to the United States for the start of my father’s new business expansion. Jaejoong was assigned and trusted by my parents to take full responsibility for me.
A year ago, my parents tried taking me with them, but the sudden change of the foreign environment had grown too much for me to adapt. I was afraid of stepping a foot out of the house. I panicked immediately when people came up to me, blabbering intensely quick English that had no knowledge of, and I was nearly mugged within the random allies of the city of New York. I was picked on and humiliated by my fellow classmates for not being great in the language, my accent too obvious, and I found myself not wanting to assimilate. I didn’t want to try. What was the use? Two and a half months into the new school year, my parents decided to send me back to live with my brother in Seoul. And within those two and a half months I had never been the same.
I live with my brother in a rather cozy apartment which Jaejoong and both my parents chip in together for. It wasn't like we had any problems in paying for rent. Our family is rather filthy rich and Jaejoong just insisted on paying for at least half for rent and pretty much the rest of the utilities. My goody too shoe 23 year old of a brother works in the National Library of Seoul, which he usually goes to, before he heads off to do his intern time with The Seoul Times. I admire him, for being hardworking, for being so dedicated - an aspiring journalist. He works hard for what he wants the most and as much as he sets the best examples for me, I disappoint myself in never following in his footsteps.
Jaejoong always wore that God given smile on his face everyday. He would take care of me smiling, eagerly hop into his car for work, and come home tired but satisfied with the work he’s done. There was never a moment where he wasn’t nervous at the opportunity for making new friends or meeting new people. We were of two different personalities. Heck, we didn't even look alike - but I'm not going to get into that right now. He was just someone I’d never be close to becoming…and it depressed me.
As for me, I’m an unemployed 19 year old sponging off of my brother and parents’ financial support, constantly hanging around the apartment and not stepping a foot outdoors unless I was with Jaejoong and his friends or going to school. However, when he was out with his group of friends, I chose to remain at home. Of course I wouldn’t have minded not going to college. The idea of being in a classroom of 250 people made me feel claustrophobic and gross. But hyung said that he wouldn’t have it. His lectures of the significance of education had long been burned and branded painfully into the core of my brain. I simply attended college to shut him up. I figured I should at least go to school if I wasn’t going to take on a part time job.
It wasn’t my intention to become a burden to him. He’d insisted that I wasn’t but I always had that feeling…
The four seasons were impossible to avoid. As usual, it was typical for hyung to want to have an outing with his friends. Normally he would try to persuade me to join them, and every year and every occasion I wouldn’t accept, and he would respect my wishes and leave me alone. I didn’t understand why he was so persistent and intent on dragging me out this year.
“How many times have I said that I didn’t want to go out?!”
“I think it’s about time I actually force you out of your shell more often, starting with this summer. One more word of complaint and I won’t hesitate in sending you back to our parents. Is that understood?” Jaejoong was rushing around, packing his little towel, sun block, and a couple of red and yellow cards paper clipped together and the rest of his pharmacy sore in his bag. “Every kid would jump at the opportunity of going out to the beach. You know there are some kids that aren’t even allowed to go out and play?”
“Lucky bastards.”
“Don’t complain. Come on, they’re already waiting for us.”
“They? Yunho and Yoochun are outside? Right now?”
“And Min. Haven’t I told you? My car is still in repair. Yoochun and Yunho said I should give them about a week longer before they’d have it back to tip top condition,” Jaejoong sighed moodily, pouting as he slipped on a pair of aviators.
“Why don’t you just ask our parents to buy you a new car? Didn’t you want that BMW? What’s stopping you from that?” I sigh, and couldn’t help but wonder as to why Jaejoong ever bothered dealing with a Mercedes that always seemed to give him trouble at the most random times. I wouldn’t blame Yunho hyung for being suspicious though. It was to the point where every time hyung brought his car in, Yunho would purposely push his buttons, suspecting him of screwing up his own car just to see him.
“Hah! He wishes. He’s a mechanic. Shouldn’t they know these kinds of things? Don’t get me started with the terrible service! I swear to God he overcharges me out of pure spite!” Jaejoong would spit out, over and over during our occasional lunches and nightly dinners.
Park Yoochun and Jung Yunho are part of hyung’s “crew” along with the youngest member of their group, Shim Changmin who attends the same university as I. Yoochun and Yunho were mechanics by day and street racers by night. You’d probably wonder what a 22 and a 21 year old is doing, such younglings working as mechanics, making illegal profits by putting their lives on the line at night. Apparently Yoochun was a high school drop out while Yunho ended up leaving school his second term of middle school.
I was left fathomed because it was unusual for hyung to make friends with what my parents called “uneducated lazy ass bum-lings” let alone have him associate with any of them. I’ll have to admit that it was amusing to see Jaejoong fighting with them, constantly complaining that they overcharged him or how they were never finished with the repairs on time thus leaving him at an inconvenience towards taking public transportation. But as time slipped by, many random problems with his Benz later, they seemed to be the best of friends; most specifically Jaejoong hyung and Yoochun.
As for Yunho and Jaejoong, they have quite the dating history together, three years and a half to be exact, until hyung decided to bring Yunho to his birthday dinner to finally meet my parents and a few of my family members from our mother’s side. It wasn’t pretty, not even the slightest. But sadly, there was no surprise in the outcome of it all. They were downright rude, and no matter how hard Yunho was trying to hold that rebellious attitude in check, it was Jaejoong hyung that ended up cracking in the end. As if Jaejoong’s need to come to Yunho hyung’s defense was going to change their minds?
Even Yunho was shocked with the sudden outburst of Jaejoong, and everyone knew that it was rare of him to ever talk back to his parents this way, let alone raising his voice to the point of yelling at a member of authority. Yunho hyung was sensitive with anything when it involved his man pride, it was obvious that he didn’t want to be of any sort of a burden to hyung, and so he ended their relationship before hyung could even think of an excuse for the proposition. The last thing Yunho ever wanted was to be “let down easy” or he would say “I’d rather have my nuts hacked off than to be treated like some damn charity case.” After all, everyone knew for a fact that Jaejoong was…well, Jaejoong; the perfect little son and future heir to Kim Corp. born into the world to keep my parents happy. I hope my parents are happy. By that I meant that in every sarcastic tone every known to man. Jaejoong hyung hadn’t exactly been the happiest human being in the planet but he’d always take those feelings and swept them under the rug, left to be forgotten, and never lifted ever again. I shook my head and sighed.
“What are you thinking about?” Jaejoong cocked an eyebrow, glancing at me with a hint of worry in his eyes. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, fine. Whatever,” I said, breezily, slipping on my sunglasses and grabbing my iPod from the counter. “Why wouldn’t I be? Let’s not keep the hyungs waiting.” I slid into my flip flops and rushed out the door, not waiting for Jaejoong’s response.
As expected, Yoochun, Yunho and Changmin were outside, lingering around and against Changmin’s Honda Ridgeline pick up truck. The boys lounging around the car, waiting idly, as if they knew we were going to take ages. Well, more specifically, Jaejoong hyung.
“Hey Junsu,” Yoochun said with a casual wave, looking at stunning as ever in something as casual as shorts and a simple t-shirt. God, he really knew how to make something simple look damn good. I held the blush in my cheeks and waved back as carelessly as I could while greeting everyone else as if I didn’t want to be here. “Jaejoong’s not here yet eh?”
Oh right, I must have forgotten to mention the fact that I have a not so secret crush on Park Yoochun. Does anybody know of it? Hell no. I sure as hell didn’t want another “YunJae’s fail attempt at keeping their romance alive” episode and no there is no need for a Yoosu!fail sequel either. I mean Jaejoong was obedient to my parents but me on the other hand, not so much. If I were to bring a guy back home, I really wouldn’t care what my parents would think, but to deal with the unnecessary drama I just don’t think it would be worth it. Seeing Jaejoong miserable and imagining a reflection of me was too much. And besides, crushing from afar had always been more my thing.
“He’s probably conflicted in between his variety of shorts or packing an extra pair of emergency jeans for tonight.” Yunho snorted, shifting away from the car door, his hat shading his eyes even further. “I'd give him about 30 more seconds.”
“It’s not like we’re in much of a hurry anyway. If hyung is still preparing our lunch and dinner, I forbid you to disturb him.” Changmin said, hopping out of the back of the pick up truck.
I couldn’t help but notice that they had really prepared everything for today. I saw the cooler, some folded up chairs packed up, and from the look of the mini grill attached securely to the truck told me we were really going to be having dinner at the beach tonight. Hyung really wasn’t lying when he said he wanted me to spend the whole day with them. I mean don’t misunderstand, I liked the gang. I hung out with them often during the days everyone wasn’t busy but it was mostly when hyung had his little “get togethers” at the apartment.
“Sorry guys, it took me a while longer to find the jeans I wanted to pack. It get’s pretty chilly out at night and you know what they say~ better safe than sorry!” came Jaejoong hyung’s chirpy voice as I turned around to see him draped with four bags.
“And because of you, we’re 15 minutes behind schedule, thanks!” Yunho drone out sarcastically, and gave hyung a taunting sneer as he leaned over to relieve Jaejoong hyung of the bags.
“YAH! I’ll have you know all of these things I’ve packed benefit you all! You’ll all see!” Jaejoong huffed, jerking the back door open, and crawled in. “Come on guys hurry it up we ain’t got all day!”
You can guess how happy I was when Yoochun headed over towards the front seat. If I had to sit next to Yoochun I would’ve fidgeted in my seat to no end, not to mention taking a load of his personal space. As if I needed more teasing from him about my buttocks!
I was pleased when Yunho and I were to sit in the back; however, I was not pleased when he stepped aside to wait for me to slide in first. Why? It was self explanatory for me to sit in the middle between my awkward hyungs. It may seem normal from the outside but it was rather noticeable to the naked eye. You couldn’t even cut the thickness in the air with the sharpest knife, and even if you did, the remains would still be there to suffocate the life out of you! Jaejoong didn’t need to tell me but I hope he knows how much of a nice sacrifice I am and he sure as hell knows of my hatred for sitting in the freaking middle. It was uncomfortable and my ass was room deprived! If anyone should be sitting in the middle it should be my stubborn assless hyung!
The hour long ride to the beach was…a rather interesting one at that. Changmin dreaded the fact that Yoochun’s slithering hands wouldn’t stop reaching out the caress and press at his radio, insistently pushing buttons, seemingly having trouble settling with one radio station. Changmin on the other hand, kept on glaring at him, snapping at him to stick with a station and leave it alone.
“You’re screwing up my radio settings! Now I have to reset my favorite stations all over again! Stop it!” He would say, and Yoochun would carry on as if nothing had been said.
I see Changmin’s hand shoot out blindly to reach for the new Linkin Park CD he’d purchased a week earlier. But before he could even ask Yoochun to open the CD, Yoochun sighed in and dug out his ipod. Reaching out to access the transmitter, he started browsing through his playlist and blasted his rap and hip hop music throughout the entire ride. The booming and sensitive speakers of Changmin’s pick up had my ass tingling in my seat.
This. Is. So. Uncomfortable.
I tried not to chuckle at Min’s annoyed expression as Yoochun kept on being an annoying backseat driver, constantly pinpointing Changmin's mistakes, yapping straight into Minnie's twitching ears. Yoochun knew very well of the fact that Changmin had barely gotten his license a few months ago.
It wasn't that I wasn't into sports but it wasn’t often that I actually set foot outdoors and stayed out in the scorching sun for this long. I never had to worry about getting sunburned because Jaejoong had practically everything I could possibly need. Hell if a found a long toenail irritating he’d have the finest manicure set slapped into the palm of my hands; no questions asked.
The moment we arrived at the beach, every net had already been occupied, but luckily there was one area where one of the nets had broken. Yoochun, Yunho and Changmin set to work, immediately taking down the broken net and installing our own.
Jaejoong and I brought over the chairs and everyone’s bags and set it off to the side. While everything was being set up, everyone took the liberty of doing extra stretches in hopes that none of us will end up cramping in the middle of the game. The corner of my eye catches hyung digging into his bag to take out his sun block and a few red and yellow penalty cards. Everyone seemed to pale at immediately at the sight of Jaejoong holding the cards. Yunho always bitched about how Jaejoong had a sick knack of abusing the cards, dishing them out like free candy.
After making sure everyone’s skin was thoroughly protected with SPF 100 sunscreen, and Jaejoong was sure that nobody was going to be severely sunburned, Yoochun began picking out the teams. Well…not that there was many people to pick out of. We always played against each other while Jaejoong sat off to the side, calling out scores and screaming at anyone who dared defied his ref calls.
“So model team and gag team as usual right?” Yoochun asked, with a grin, making sure to smile teasingly at me while I shot him a fierce glare. What did he possibly mean by that? I take quick note in mind that by the end of the day he will somehow feel my wrath.
Jaejoong blew the whistle for us to begin and set one of the game began. Yoochun stepped behind the line while Yunho was up front. The ball came at us, barely hitting the net, and within an instant it zoomed past Changmin and slammed into the sand by his feet.
Point. 2U.
Crap!
“What’s up with you guys man?! C’mon look alive!” Yoochun shouted, hopping up in down in place as Changmin growled and hurled the ball over the net.
Changmin and I had to always be on our guard, because Yunho and Yoochun weren’t exactly laybacks and they were competitive in practically everything that they did. To reckless may I mention stupid binge drinking to who crosses the finish line first (when playing video games of course). God forbid them risk racing illegally with no money on the line and getting thrown in prison. Changmin had asked hyung earlier to give us a few moments to explain his strategic outlines of the ways to spike the ball. I honestly didn’t think it would make much of a difference because even though spiking was Changmin’s signature move Yoochun and Yunho had grown immune in no time. At this rate, Changmin’s plans weren’t bulletproof and we were screwed. My only hope was that Jaejoong was bias for us.
Yoochun served once more, the ball slapping off the net and my knees took action, lunging for the ball. I managed to set it towards Changmin, and he jumped up, roughly spiking the ball right at Yunho’s line of sight. After much calculation on Min’s part, the ball slammed right into Yunho’s shoulder and ricocheted off and back into Changmin’s cheek, causing the 2U team to score another point. So much for all that geometrical planning…his accuracy was way off.
“OH DAMN!” Yoochun screamed, rushing over to Changmin while I ran over as well to check up on his cheek.
“DAMN IT YUNHO WHAT THE HELL’S YOUR PROBLEM HANG ON MY MINNE!” I heard Jaejoong yell out, after throwing his visor at Yunho, before cradling Changmin to his chest. The younger male tried shrugging away, feeling uncomfortable with being overly pampered. An arm shot out into his handy bag for one of his instant crack ice packs.
After a five minute break, Changmin insisted he was alright, and after hyung made Yunho apologize we were back onto the court and the game resumed. After a series of ducks, slamming, sand diving, sand kicking, and a shit load of screaming and falling, we were down by a set. The only reason why we were even that close was because a part of me relied on the help of my hyung’s bias ref calls. I was getting annoyed with 2U’s chest bumps, cocky laughs and stupid dancing; I think it’s about time I bring out the BUBBLEBUTTINATOR. I growled, digging my nails into the ball, hearing the ball squeak underneath my nails. I think it was a possibility that I was capable of popping the ball with my bare hands.
Just you wait until you feel my wrath, bitches!
“Changmin,” I mutter darkly, hot hair seeping from my nostrils, “Serve. NOW.”
“O-Okay, but remember the plan!”
“There is no plan, Changmin!” I frowned, “We’re going to be doing this my way now. Follow my lead and we should be ok. Serve the friggin’ ball.” I pointed at the two members on the opposite side of the net, and it irritated me even further when they showed no sign of fear.
I was so tired of Changmin’s little calculations and drawings of little strategic plans that only work half the time. Then you have freaking 2U running over as if they were going to stomp all over the map plan while Changmin freaks out and dives at them from doing so. I mean if I wanted to draw battle plans in the sand with a stick I could crash a kindergarten’s play time and take over the damn playground! I faced Changmin, placing my hand behind my back, giving him the signal of my move that I planned on executing. We’ve never practiced this but I pray to God that it’ll work.
It just has to!
Changmin called out and served, and my body was suddenly on fire, watching the ball flying over the net in slow motion. My focus was on Yoochun, as he had already stepped up, jumped and set it to Yunho. I expected Yunho to hit the ball back over as usual, and there was nothing embarrassing with my battle cry as Changmin lifted me up, boosting me high into the air. With a hard jut and snap of my hips, the volleyball bounced right off my ass and I made sure it hit Yoochun straight into the annoyingly large forehead of his.
The moment my bare feet hit the sand, Changmin and I were screaming in victory as Yoochun fell back and onto his ass. He let out a surprised cry as Yunho caught the ball that bounced off his head and asked, “Ohholyshitdudeareyouokay!”
“That was uncalled for, Junsu!” Yoochun yelled, flipping onto his feet again as he shot Jaejoong a look. “Yo, Jae! You’ve been awfully silent with your cards! Weren’t you dishing them out like free samples earlier?!”
“I didn’t see anything,” Jaejoong said, shielding his eyes and looking away, pretending to watch for something into the distance.
Of course it wasn’t like I wasn’t expecting any retaliation from 2U’s part. The game raged on and I must say that this was the first time, in the history that we’ve gamed together, that we’ve ever fought for the winning point. Sure my hyung helped us out with his blatant bias calls but I would be an idiot for complaining. We were about to win and with this last point, I was going to make sure of it!
I could see Yoochun getting annoyed with my constant spamming of signature moves. At one point, hyung had to stop the game to make sure Yoochun’s forehead injuries were well enough to continue. I couldn’t help but grin goofily at the two Toad (from the Mario Game) band aids which were crisscrossed and stuck smack dab in the middle of his forehead. Unfortunately, Yoochun caught Minnie and me snickering and pointing at him and I frowned at the sight of him and Yunho suddenly getting together into a huddle. Damn, they were plotting.
I don’t like it when they plot.
When Yoochun served, Changmin and I were putting forth every ounce of teamwork we had. Changmin was taking extra precaution on his side as I did mine. There are a couple of times when Yoochun tried to hit the ball towards the center of the line, but Changmin and I already made the agreement ahead of time that center balls were all him.
“Minnie!” I yelled out, shifting once and giving him the spike signal.
I think Yunho and Yoochun caught on rather quickly as we both ran up to the net. I quickly tried to set the ball and hoped to dear God that Changmin was fast enough to spike it. Unluckily for us, they were just as fast, and when Min spiked the ball it just so happened to collide against Yunho’s chest and bounced straight back - past us and hitting the empty space on our side of the court.
Damn…
It was over.
A loud and irritating whistle rang out into the court area and into our ears and my heart stopped at the announcement of the scores and victors.
“FOUL! PENALTY, YUNHO!”
“WHAT!” 2U gaped, their jaws dropping to the floor as Jaejoong flocked on over to Yunho with a red card. “I’ve constantly warned you, Yunho. You can’t go around spamming those peck shots. It isn’t fair to Su Su, and besides, all these impacts aren’t good for your moobies,” He said, patting Yunho on the chest with a hand before shoving the red card into his mouth.
I LOVE YOU HYUNG!
Later that evening, as planned, we had a barbeque dinner while a few people had already begun to leave. I hated to admit this but this felt rather nice. I can honestly say that I’ve never been on the beach so late before. There was a voice in the back of my mind that kept on nudging and prodding at me to remember to thank hyung for dragging me out tonight.
We sat around eating, talking, laughing, goofing off without a care in the world. As much as we’ve abused the hell out of each other earlier in the previous games, I’ve realized that there was actually never a time where we weren’t practically killing each other. I found myself most comfortable with these people and there was nobody else that I’d rather be with. There was the habit of not being able to trust anyone that was outside of the inner circle, and as much as Jaejoong liked to tell me to try and be more open and trusting with everyone else, I just didn’t find the need to. At this point of my life, all I needed were a few people I liked to call my friends.
A/N: Mistakes will be fixed later & details added cause tbh I'm too tired rn. XD Plus more Yoosu interaction on the way. I just wanted to get a bit of YunJae's past over with and I was so tempted to type the game up. It couldn't wait.
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Length: 1/?
Author: fruityfruitcake
Genre: comedy | fluff | romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Yoosu | Yunjae
Warning(s): none! ^^
Synopsis: Love will play with your heart, confuse your mind, and throw you into a whirl of emotions you can’t seem to comprehend. After the hardships and battles we’ve fought, what are we left with after the smoke clears? (Junsu POV)
Disclaimer: Never owned anyone in this fic and I never will!
Author’s Comment(s): Hey guys! This is my first and official debut of solo!Yoosu. Please let me know what you think. ^^ This isn't going to be a long chapter fic. It's most likely going to be in parts.
Summer was normally every child’s favorite season alongside Christmas. The dreaded the annual humid heat waves never missed the chance of mercilessly hitting Korea with its scorching waves of steamy torture. I feel my heart starting to ache at the scenery of children running up and about, their laughter all smiles, pushing each other playfully without a care in the world.
This was a part of me that I hated. This...fear of being out there - this insecurity of simply talking to people…I’ll talk to them, sure, but there was never a point in my life where I felt comfortable ever opening myself to any of them. I live with my brother in Korea while our parents moved to the United States for the start of my father’s new business expansion. Jaejoong was assigned and trusted by my parents to take full responsibility for me.
A year ago, my parents tried taking me with them, but the sudden change of the foreign environment had grown too much for me to adapt. I was afraid of stepping a foot out of the house. I panicked immediately when people came up to me, blabbering intensely quick English that had no knowledge of, and I was nearly mugged within the random allies of the city of New York. I was picked on and humiliated by my fellow classmates for not being great in the language, my accent too obvious, and I found myself not wanting to assimilate. I didn’t want to try. What was the use? Two and a half months into the new school year, my parents decided to send me back to live with my brother in Seoul. And within those two and a half months I had never been the same.
I live with my brother in a rather cozy apartment which Jaejoong and both my parents chip in together for. It wasn't like we had any problems in paying for rent. Our family is rather filthy rich and Jaejoong just insisted on paying for at least half for rent and pretty much the rest of the utilities. My goody too shoe 23 year old of a brother works in the National Library of Seoul, which he usually goes to, before he heads off to do his intern time with The Seoul Times. I admire him, for being hardworking, for being so dedicated - an aspiring journalist. He works hard for what he wants the most and as much as he sets the best examples for me, I disappoint myself in never following in his footsteps.
Jaejoong always wore that God given smile on his face everyday. He would take care of me smiling, eagerly hop into his car for work, and come home tired but satisfied with the work he’s done. There was never a moment where he wasn’t nervous at the opportunity for making new friends or meeting new people. We were of two different personalities. Heck, we didn't even look alike - but I'm not going to get into that right now. He was just someone I’d never be close to becoming…and it depressed me.
As for me, I’m an unemployed 19 year old sponging off of my brother and parents’ financial support, constantly hanging around the apartment and not stepping a foot outdoors unless I was with Jaejoong and his friends or going to school. However, when he was out with his group of friends, I chose to remain at home. Of course I wouldn’t have minded not going to college. The idea of being in a classroom of 250 people made me feel claustrophobic and gross. But hyung said that he wouldn’t have it. His lectures of the significance of education had long been burned and branded painfully into the core of my brain. I simply attended college to shut him up. I figured I should at least go to school if I wasn’t going to take on a part time job.
It wasn’t my intention to become a burden to him. He’d insisted that I wasn’t but I always had that feeling…
The four seasons were impossible to avoid. As usual, it was typical for hyung to want to have an outing with his friends. Normally he would try to persuade me to join them, and every year and every occasion I wouldn’t accept, and he would respect my wishes and leave me alone. I didn’t understand why he was so persistent and intent on dragging me out this year.
“How many times have I said that I didn’t want to go out?!”
“I think it’s about time I actually force you out of your shell more often, starting with this summer. One more word of complaint and I won’t hesitate in sending you back to our parents. Is that understood?” Jaejoong was rushing around, packing his little towel, sun block, and a couple of red and yellow cards paper clipped together and the rest of his pharmacy sore in his bag. “Every kid would jump at the opportunity of going out to the beach. You know there are some kids that aren’t even allowed to go out and play?”
“Lucky bastards.”
“Don’t complain. Come on, they’re already waiting for us.”
“They? Yunho and Yoochun are outside? Right now?”
“And Min. Haven’t I told you? My car is still in repair. Yoochun and Yunho said I should give them about a week longer before they’d have it back to tip top condition,” Jaejoong sighed moodily, pouting as he slipped on a pair of aviators.
“Why don’t you just ask our parents to buy you a new car? Didn’t you want that BMW? What’s stopping you from that?” I sigh, and couldn’t help but wonder as to why Jaejoong ever bothered dealing with a Mercedes that always seemed to give him trouble at the most random times. I wouldn’t blame Yunho hyung for being suspicious though. It was to the point where every time hyung brought his car in, Yunho would purposely push his buttons, suspecting him of screwing up his own car just to see him.
“Hah! He wishes. He’s a mechanic. Shouldn’t they know these kinds of things? Don’t get me started with the terrible service! I swear to God he overcharges me out of pure spite!” Jaejoong would spit out, over and over during our occasional lunches and nightly dinners.
Park Yoochun and Jung Yunho are part of hyung’s “crew” along with the youngest member of their group, Shim Changmin who attends the same university as I. Yoochun and Yunho were mechanics by day and street racers by night. You’d probably wonder what a 22 and a 21 year old is doing, such younglings working as mechanics, making illegal profits by putting their lives on the line at night. Apparently Yoochun was a high school drop out while Yunho ended up leaving school his second term of middle school.
I was left fathomed because it was unusual for hyung to make friends with what my parents called “uneducated lazy ass bum-lings” let alone have him associate with any of them. I’ll have to admit that it was amusing to see Jaejoong fighting with them, constantly complaining that they overcharged him or how they were never finished with the repairs on time thus leaving him at an inconvenience towards taking public transportation. But as time slipped by, many random problems with his Benz later, they seemed to be the best of friends; most specifically Jaejoong hyung and Yoochun.
As for Yunho and Jaejoong, they have quite the dating history together, three years and a half to be exact, until hyung decided to bring Yunho to his birthday dinner to finally meet my parents and a few of my family members from our mother’s side. It wasn’t pretty, not even the slightest. But sadly, there was no surprise in the outcome of it all. They were downright rude, and no matter how hard Yunho was trying to hold that rebellious attitude in check, it was Jaejoong hyung that ended up cracking in the end. As if Jaejoong’s need to come to Yunho hyung’s defense was going to change their minds?
Even Yunho was shocked with the sudden outburst of Jaejoong, and everyone knew that it was rare of him to ever talk back to his parents this way, let alone raising his voice to the point of yelling at a member of authority. Yunho hyung was sensitive with anything when it involved his man pride, it was obvious that he didn’t want to be of any sort of a burden to hyung, and so he ended their relationship before hyung could even think of an excuse for the proposition. The last thing Yunho ever wanted was to be “let down easy” or he would say “I’d rather have my nuts hacked off than to be treated like some damn charity case.” After all, everyone knew for a fact that Jaejoong was…well, Jaejoong; the perfect little son and future heir to Kim Corp. born into the world to keep my parents happy. I hope my parents are happy. By that I meant that in every sarcastic tone every known to man. Jaejoong hyung hadn’t exactly been the happiest human being in the planet but he’d always take those feelings and swept them under the rug, left to be forgotten, and never lifted ever again. I shook my head and sighed.
“What are you thinking about?” Jaejoong cocked an eyebrow, glancing at me with a hint of worry in his eyes. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, fine. Whatever,” I said, breezily, slipping on my sunglasses and grabbing my iPod from the counter. “Why wouldn’t I be? Let’s not keep the hyungs waiting.” I slid into my flip flops and rushed out the door, not waiting for Jaejoong’s response.
As expected, Yoochun, Yunho and Changmin were outside, lingering around and against Changmin’s Honda Ridgeline pick up truck. The boys lounging around the car, waiting idly, as if they knew we were going to take ages. Well, more specifically, Jaejoong hyung.
“Hey Junsu,” Yoochun said with a casual wave, looking at stunning as ever in something as casual as shorts and a simple t-shirt. God, he really knew how to make something simple look damn good. I held the blush in my cheeks and waved back as carelessly as I could while greeting everyone else as if I didn’t want to be here. “Jaejoong’s not here yet eh?”
Oh right, I must have forgotten to mention the fact that I have a not so secret crush on Park Yoochun. Does anybody know of it? Hell no. I sure as hell didn’t want another “YunJae’s fail attempt at keeping their romance alive” episode and no there is no need for a Yoosu!fail sequel either. I mean Jaejoong was obedient to my parents but me on the other hand, not so much. If I were to bring a guy back home, I really wouldn’t care what my parents would think, but to deal with the unnecessary drama I just don’t think it would be worth it. Seeing Jaejoong miserable and imagining a reflection of me was too much. And besides, crushing from afar had always been more my thing.
“He’s probably conflicted in between his variety of shorts or packing an extra pair of emergency jeans for tonight.” Yunho snorted, shifting away from the car door, his hat shading his eyes even further. “I'd give him about 30 more seconds.”
“It’s not like we’re in much of a hurry anyway. If hyung is still preparing our lunch and dinner, I forbid you to disturb him.” Changmin said, hopping out of the back of the pick up truck.
I couldn’t help but notice that they had really prepared everything for today. I saw the cooler, some folded up chairs packed up, and from the look of the mini grill attached securely to the truck told me we were really going to be having dinner at the beach tonight. Hyung really wasn’t lying when he said he wanted me to spend the whole day with them. I mean don’t misunderstand, I liked the gang. I hung out with them often during the days everyone wasn’t busy but it was mostly when hyung had his little “get togethers” at the apartment.
“Sorry guys, it took me a while longer to find the jeans I wanted to pack. It get’s pretty chilly out at night and you know what they say~ better safe than sorry!” came Jaejoong hyung’s chirpy voice as I turned around to see him draped with four bags.
“And because of you, we’re 15 minutes behind schedule, thanks!” Yunho drone out sarcastically, and gave hyung a taunting sneer as he leaned over to relieve Jaejoong hyung of the bags.
“YAH! I’ll have you know all of these things I’ve packed benefit you all! You’ll all see!” Jaejoong huffed, jerking the back door open, and crawled in. “Come on guys hurry it up we ain’t got all day!”
You can guess how happy I was when Yoochun headed over towards the front seat. If I had to sit next to Yoochun I would’ve fidgeted in my seat to no end, not to mention taking a load of his personal space. As if I needed more teasing from him about my buttocks!
I was pleased when Yunho and I were to sit in the back; however, I was not pleased when he stepped aside to wait for me to slide in first. Why? It was self explanatory for me to sit in the middle between my awkward hyungs. It may seem normal from the outside but it was rather noticeable to the naked eye. You couldn’t even cut the thickness in the air with the sharpest knife, and even if you did, the remains would still be there to suffocate the life out of you! Jaejoong didn’t need to tell me but I hope he knows how much of a nice sacrifice I am and he sure as hell knows of my hatred for sitting in the freaking middle. It was uncomfortable and my ass was room deprived! If anyone should be sitting in the middle it should be my stubborn assless hyung!
The hour long ride to the beach was…a rather interesting one at that. Changmin dreaded the fact that Yoochun’s slithering hands wouldn’t stop reaching out the caress and press at his radio, insistently pushing buttons, seemingly having trouble settling with one radio station. Changmin on the other hand, kept on glaring at him, snapping at him to stick with a station and leave it alone.
“You’re screwing up my radio settings! Now I have to reset my favorite stations all over again! Stop it!” He would say, and Yoochun would carry on as if nothing had been said.
I see Changmin’s hand shoot out blindly to reach for the new Linkin Park CD he’d purchased a week earlier. But before he could even ask Yoochun to open the CD, Yoochun sighed in and dug out his ipod. Reaching out to access the transmitter, he started browsing through his playlist and blasted his rap and hip hop music throughout the entire ride. The booming and sensitive speakers of Changmin’s pick up had my ass tingling in my seat.
This. Is. So. Uncomfortable.
I tried not to chuckle at Min’s annoyed expression as Yoochun kept on being an annoying backseat driver, constantly pinpointing Changmin's mistakes, yapping straight into Minnie's twitching ears. Yoochun knew very well of the fact that Changmin had barely gotten his license a few months ago.
It wasn't that I wasn't into sports but it wasn’t often that I actually set foot outdoors and stayed out in the scorching sun for this long. I never had to worry about getting sunburned because Jaejoong had practically everything I could possibly need. Hell if a found a long toenail irritating he’d have the finest manicure set slapped into the palm of my hands; no questions asked.
The moment we arrived at the beach, every net had already been occupied, but luckily there was one area where one of the nets had broken. Yoochun, Yunho and Changmin set to work, immediately taking down the broken net and installing our own.
Jaejoong and I brought over the chairs and everyone’s bags and set it off to the side. While everything was being set up, everyone took the liberty of doing extra stretches in hopes that none of us will end up cramping in the middle of the game. The corner of my eye catches hyung digging into his bag to take out his sun block and a few red and yellow penalty cards. Everyone seemed to pale at immediately at the sight of Jaejoong holding the cards. Yunho always bitched about how Jaejoong had a sick knack of abusing the cards, dishing them out like free candy.
After making sure everyone’s skin was thoroughly protected with SPF 100 sunscreen, and Jaejoong was sure that nobody was going to be severely sunburned, Yoochun began picking out the teams. Well…not that there was many people to pick out of. We always played against each other while Jaejoong sat off to the side, calling out scores and screaming at anyone who dared defied his ref calls.
“So model team and gag team as usual right?” Yoochun asked, with a grin, making sure to smile teasingly at me while I shot him a fierce glare. What did he possibly mean by that? I take quick note in mind that by the end of the day he will somehow feel my wrath.
Jaejoong blew the whistle for us to begin and set one of the game began. Yoochun stepped behind the line while Yunho was up front. The ball came at us, barely hitting the net, and within an instant it zoomed past Changmin and slammed into the sand by his feet.
Point. 2U.
Crap!
“What’s up with you guys man?! C’mon look alive!” Yoochun shouted, hopping up in down in place as Changmin growled and hurled the ball over the net.
Changmin and I had to always be on our guard, because Yunho and Yoochun weren’t exactly laybacks and they were competitive in practically everything that they did. To reckless may I mention stupid binge drinking to who crosses the finish line first (when playing video games of course). God forbid them risk racing illegally with no money on the line and getting thrown in prison. Changmin had asked hyung earlier to give us a few moments to explain his strategic outlines of the ways to spike the ball. I honestly didn’t think it would make much of a difference because even though spiking was Changmin’s signature move Yoochun and Yunho had grown immune in no time. At this rate, Changmin’s plans weren’t bulletproof and we were screwed. My only hope was that Jaejoong was bias for us.
Yoochun served once more, the ball slapping off the net and my knees took action, lunging for the ball. I managed to set it towards Changmin, and he jumped up, roughly spiking the ball right at Yunho’s line of sight. After much calculation on Min’s part, the ball slammed right into Yunho’s shoulder and ricocheted off and back into Changmin’s cheek, causing the 2U team to score another point. So much for all that geometrical planning…his accuracy was way off.
“OH DAMN!” Yoochun screamed, rushing over to Changmin while I ran over as well to check up on his cheek.
“DAMN IT YUNHO WHAT THE HELL’S YOUR PROBLEM HANG ON MY MINNE!” I heard Jaejoong yell out, after throwing his visor at Yunho, before cradling Changmin to his chest. The younger male tried shrugging away, feeling uncomfortable with being overly pampered. An arm shot out into his handy bag for one of his instant crack ice packs.
After a five minute break, Changmin insisted he was alright, and after hyung made Yunho apologize we were back onto the court and the game resumed. After a series of ducks, slamming, sand diving, sand kicking, and a shit load of screaming and falling, we were down by a set. The only reason why we were even that close was because a part of me relied on the help of my hyung’s bias ref calls. I was getting annoyed with 2U’s chest bumps, cocky laughs and stupid dancing; I think it’s about time I bring out the BUBBLEBUTTINATOR. I growled, digging my nails into the ball, hearing the ball squeak underneath my nails. I think it was a possibility that I was capable of popping the ball with my bare hands.
Just you wait until you feel my wrath, bitches!
“Changmin,” I mutter darkly, hot hair seeping from my nostrils, “Serve. NOW.”
“O-Okay, but remember the plan!”
“There is no plan, Changmin!” I frowned, “We’re going to be doing this my way now. Follow my lead and we should be ok. Serve the friggin’ ball.” I pointed at the two members on the opposite side of the net, and it irritated me even further when they showed no sign of fear.
I was so tired of Changmin’s little calculations and drawings of little strategic plans that only work half the time. Then you have freaking 2U running over as if they were going to stomp all over the map plan while Changmin freaks out and dives at them from doing so. I mean if I wanted to draw battle plans in the sand with a stick I could crash a kindergarten’s play time and take over the damn playground! I faced Changmin, placing my hand behind my back, giving him the signal of my move that I planned on executing. We’ve never practiced this but I pray to God that it’ll work.
It just has to!
Changmin called out and served, and my body was suddenly on fire, watching the ball flying over the net in slow motion. My focus was on Yoochun, as he had already stepped up, jumped and set it to Yunho. I expected Yunho to hit the ball back over as usual, and there was nothing embarrassing with my battle cry as Changmin lifted me up, boosting me high into the air. With a hard jut and snap of my hips, the volleyball bounced right off my ass and I made sure it hit Yoochun straight into the annoyingly large forehead of his.
The moment my bare feet hit the sand, Changmin and I were screaming in victory as Yoochun fell back and onto his ass. He let out a surprised cry as Yunho caught the ball that bounced off his head and asked, “Ohholyshitdudeareyouokay!”
“That was uncalled for, Junsu!” Yoochun yelled, flipping onto his feet again as he shot Jaejoong a look. “Yo, Jae! You’ve been awfully silent with your cards! Weren’t you dishing them out like free samples earlier?!”
“I didn’t see anything,” Jaejoong said, shielding his eyes and looking away, pretending to watch for something into the distance.
Of course it wasn’t like I wasn’t expecting any retaliation from 2U’s part. The game raged on and I must say that this was the first time, in the history that we’ve gamed together, that we’ve ever fought for the winning point. Sure my hyung helped us out with his blatant bias calls but I would be an idiot for complaining. We were about to win and with this last point, I was going to make sure of it!
I could see Yoochun getting annoyed with my constant spamming of signature moves. At one point, hyung had to stop the game to make sure Yoochun’s forehead injuries were well enough to continue. I couldn’t help but grin goofily at the two Toad (from the Mario Game) band aids which were crisscrossed and stuck smack dab in the middle of his forehead. Unfortunately, Yoochun caught Minnie and me snickering and pointing at him and I frowned at the sight of him and Yunho suddenly getting together into a huddle. Damn, they were plotting.
I don’t like it when they plot.
When Yoochun served, Changmin and I were putting forth every ounce of teamwork we had. Changmin was taking extra precaution on his side as I did mine. There are a couple of times when Yoochun tried to hit the ball towards the center of the line, but Changmin and I already made the agreement ahead of time that center balls were all him.
“Minnie!” I yelled out, shifting once and giving him the spike signal.
I think Yunho and Yoochun caught on rather quickly as we both ran up to the net. I quickly tried to set the ball and hoped to dear God that Changmin was fast enough to spike it. Unluckily for us, they were just as fast, and when Min spiked the ball it just so happened to collide against Yunho’s chest and bounced straight back - past us and hitting the empty space on our side of the court.
Damn…
It was over.
A loud and irritating whistle rang out into the court area and into our ears and my heart stopped at the announcement of the scores and victors.
“FOUL! PENALTY, YUNHO!”
“WHAT!” 2U gaped, their jaws dropping to the floor as Jaejoong flocked on over to Yunho with a red card. “I’ve constantly warned you, Yunho. You can’t go around spamming those peck shots. It isn’t fair to Su Su, and besides, all these impacts aren’t good for your moobies,” He said, patting Yunho on the chest with a hand before shoving the red card into his mouth.
I LOVE YOU HYUNG!
Later that evening, as planned, we had a barbeque dinner while a few people had already begun to leave. I hated to admit this but this felt rather nice. I can honestly say that I’ve never been on the beach so late before. There was a voice in the back of my mind that kept on nudging and prodding at me to remember to thank hyung for dragging me out tonight.
We sat around eating, talking, laughing, goofing off without a care in the world. As much as we’ve abused the hell out of each other earlier in the previous games, I’ve realized that there was actually never a time where we weren’t practically killing each other. I found myself most comfortable with these people and there was nobody else that I’d rather be with. There was the habit of not being able to trust anyone that was outside of the inner circle, and as much as Jaejoong liked to tell me to try and be more open and trusting with everyone else, I just didn’t find the need to. At this point of my life, all I needed were a few people I liked to call my friends.
A/N: Mistakes will be fixed later & details added cause tbh I'm too tired rn. XD Plus more Yoosu interaction on the way. I just wanted to get a bit of YunJae's past over with and I was so tempted to type the game up. It couldn't wait.
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