[FIC] The Fortuneteller
→ The Fortuneteller
→ YunJae
→ One Shot
→ PG13
→ Romance | Humor
→ Yunho goes to the circus. He gets his cup read by a very beautiful fortuneteller.
→ Beta -> moon1084
Yunho hated circuses. Heck, he even hated festivals. The endless colorful decoration blinded his vision and the countless number of clowns damaged his sanity. He felt a cringe in his stomach whenever he saw caged animals and felt a heavy weight on his brain and chest whenever he saw those caged animals forced to make dangerous moves just to entertain them; the mere humans. He remembered watching a cartoon when he was young, claiming that animals were happily playing artistic rules in the circus. He doubted that a king in his forest like the lion would love to jump in circles of fire and he highly suspected that an elephant weighting hundreds of pounds would like to stand on a small ball and walk around in circles. The whole atmosphere of the circus was hateful for him.
Yet the question was why he was there?
“This sucks,” Yoochun said making a face.
“Shut up and walk,” Changmin growled back.
“The circus? God Changmin! I hate your pussy hormones,” Yunho spitted out.
“Fuck you!”
“Hey now, you don’t even have a boyfriend. Why did you bring us here?” Yunho argued, turning his head and shivering in disgust.
“Mmmm, nothing. I just…just wanted to check it out.”
Yoochun laughed in disbelief. “What? You’re totally after the lion trainer’s ass.”
“YAH!” Changmin froze, eyes wide.
“So you mean to tell me that you dragged me from m y comfortable sleep, even though you were fully aware of how much I fucking hate the circus, just because you wanted a man’s ass? Changmin, what the fuck?” Yunho rested his hands on his hips, eyes flaming at Changmin. “I can’t believe you.”
“Hey now! He’s really really really hot. And this is different; it’s love at first sight.”
“Love my ass,” Yoochun snorted.
“Yoochun!” Yunho glared at him. Yoochun rolled his eyes and pushed his hands in his pockets with an expression of discomfort on his face.
“Whatever! I don’t care,” Yoochun said.
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’m going home.”
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Changmin caught his arm. “You can’t leave me by myself. Yoochun is going to blow this up just like every other time.”
Yoochun scoffed.
Yunho sighed.
“If he does it again, ask him why. I’m off. Bye guys!”
He stormed away from his two best friends, rolling his eyes as their voice trailed off behind him. They were fighting again. God, Changmin was stupid. Couldn’t he see through Yoochun’s actions? He didn’t know. And he claimed to be the smartest.
“Smartest my ass,” He muttered to himself and then cursed.
The way out of the circus was crowded with lots of people. Families, friends and lovers. The smell of animals sickened him and he pushed his way through people faster until he finally got passed the crowd. He let out a sigh of relief and leaned against one of the tents of the circus. He fished his phone and looked through his contacts for anyone fun to hang out with but he didn’t feel like going out with his troll friends. He puffed his cheeks and pushed his body away from the tent to stretch.
“Are you coming in?”
Yunho practically screamed, jumping in surprise as the question came out of nowhere. He turned his head toward the tent he was leaning against; it was white from the outside, red light coming from the entrance.
“Excuse me?” He asked the tent, or whoever was in the tent.
“Are you coming in?” the person asked again, he was in the tent. Good, it wasn’t a ghost.
Stupid. Yunho hit his head.
Ghost my ass, you coward.
Yunho eyed the tent and asked himself “Why not?” as he entered. First look into the place made him blink his eyes continuously. The tent was covered with red. The walls of were red with different shades and sizes of yellow and orange clothes hanging randomly on the wall. Yellow bulbs gave the little tent just the enough light it needed. On the floor were different rugs of different sizes, materials and colors. In the middle of the tent, stood a little table and on top of it, some cards were laid out and what looked like to be a fortune teller’s ball.
Yunho quirked his eyebrow and looked around the tent. He flinched and jumped one step back as he saw the back of a person. The person was wearing red baggy pants, with a tight ripped top made of different clothes and different colors. The person’s hair was jet black, styled in messy short curls.
Is she a fortuneteller? Yunho asked himself tilting his head and staring without uttering a word.
“How do you like your coffee, my son?”
“Son?” Yunho asked, raising an eyebrow. The person’s voice was deep, she was a man? Oh! HE was a man.
“Yes, son. Do you want me to add cream?”
Should I drink that coffee? Should I even make him read my fortune? Do I want to do this? This person looks weird. What if the coffee was poisoned and I ended up dying and…
“The coffee is not poisoned, son. I will only read you your fortune so don’t be scared.”
The person turned and Yunho’s eyes widened. “Son?” He asked biting his lips so he wouldn’t laugh. “You look my age and you’re a dude”
The fortuneteller raised an eyebrow and twisted his mouth. He stirred the coffee in his hand with a spoon, walked towards Yunho, and looked him in the eye.
“Anyone’s whose fortune I read is my son. That’s every fortuneteller’s destiny. Now drink your coffee, my son.”
Yunho blinked a few times. “Oh!” He only managed to say before taking the coffee.
“Drink it and give me the cup.”
“Are you going to read my cup?”
The fortuneteller rolled his eyes and Yunho wondered if he did something wrong.
“Like DUH! Geez, just drink the damn thing.”
“Heeeeey!” Yunho whined. “I thought I was your son, how can you scold your son? That’s totally childish.”
“Are you serious? The only thing parents do is scold their sons. Now drink. I don’t have the whole night.”
Yunho watched as the fortuneteller took his seat behind the table and sat on the floor. He looked and sounded weird.
“So…” Yunho began, dropping on the floor in front of the table. “Can’t you read my card instead of my cup?”
The fortuneteller glared at him and huffed in annoyance. “Look motherf… I mean, son. Just drink the coffee. I don’t read cards. I just read cups. And this thing is so cheap, just three dollar per session.”
“Oh that’s very cheap. Ok, coffee and fortunetelling.” Yunho smiled and sipped from his coffee. “Hmmm, this is good.”
“Thanks!”
“So, what’s your name?” Yunho asked, drinking what seemed like the best cup of coffee he’s ever had in ages.
“Jaejoong, and you are?”
“I thought you should know!” Yunho shook his shoulders faintly in disbelief, still taking sips of his coffee.
“I predict your future from your cup, not your face.”
“Oh… it’s Yunho,” he smiled, bringing the cup closer to his mouth and taking a big gulp of it to finish it.
“Here,” He handed the cup to Jaejoong and rested his hands in his lap. This was going to be pretty interesting.
He looked at the fortuneteller’s face and broke into a big smile. Ever since he entered that tent, this would be the first time that he could focus on the man in front of him. Damn, the fortuneteller was pretty cute. His skin was pale in contrast with his black hair. Heck, his looked so soft that he wanted to run his hand between those crazy strands.
Jaejoong turned the cup upside down and closed his eyes. Yunho stared at him for a moment, thinking as to why such a cutie was working here. He must really needed the money to work in this place, let alone this job. Yunho never believed in fortunetelling, but he believed in the fraud that was behind fortunetelling. So he wanted to wait and see what kind of crap this cutie pie was going to blur out. So he put-on his creeper smile and stared at the fortuneteller.
“Why are you smiling so creepily?” Jaejoong asked, opening his eyes.
“Nothing, just excited.”
Jaejoong took the cup, inspected it and then hummed. His eyes suddenly darkened and his expressions turned gloomy.
Yunho’s smile fell and was replaced with a frown. “What? What does it say?”
“Don’t be sad, my son,” Jaejoong started. He looked at Yunho and gave him a sad smile. “You are destined to fall in love.”
“Oh really?” Yunho’s smile widened. So this was going to be about love? Interesting. “Oh and I’m not your son.”
Jaejoong’s expressions turned serious. “Are we going to go through this again?”
Yunho gulped and shook his head.
“Good,” Jaejoong turned his head back to the cup. “You know, he who sacrifices himself for his beloved is a martyr.”
“Mmmm, am I going to sacrifice my love?”
Jaejoong sighed and nodded. He looked at Yunho’s eyes and then to his cup. Yunho followed his lips movement. Never had he thought that a fortuneteller would have such plump and sexy lips.
“For long I’ve studied fortune telling…”
Yunho was back on track, damn those lips were distracting.
“…But never have I read a cup that is similar to yours.” Jaejoong looked up with a sad face.
“Of course, I’m unique,” Yunho scoffed.
“No!”
“No?”
“For long have I studied fortune-telling, but never have I seen sorrows similar to yours”
Yunho’s silly expressions were gone. “The hell? Why?” He scoped closer and rested his hands on the small table.
“You are predestined to sail forever, on the sea of love without sails.”
“Eh?”
Jaejoong met Yunho’s eyes. ”Your life is destined forever to be a book of tears.”
“Why the hell? Yah, look closely. Where did you see that?” Yunho jumped closer to Jaejoong, taking a look at his own cup. There were turns and more turns and was that a wolf?
“Is that a wolf?” He exclaimed, totally bewildered. He thought this was going to be fun but what’s with the sadness and book of tears.
Jaejoong pushed him away and took the cup in his hand. “Don’t ruin the lines of fate.”
Yunho nodded sheepishly and sat in his place again. Jaejoong sighed again.
“Your destiny is to be imprisoned between water and fire. But despite all its pains, despite the sadness that is with us day and night, despite the wind, the rainy weather and the cyclone…” Jaejoong paused and threw a gentle smile at Yunho. “It is love, my son that will be forever the best of fates.”
Yunho’s thought flew out of the tent’s entrance. He was mesmerized by the fortuneteller’s smile. It was… cute. His lips were pink, plump and cute. Yunho had a very soft spot for plump and cute.
“There is a woman in your life, my son.”
Yunho went out of his trace. A woman? Woah, wait a second. “Excuse me? Wait a second, a woman?”
“Yes, my son. Her eyes are so beautiful. Glory to God!”
Yunho’s eyes stared at Jaejoong’s eyes. Big, beautiful and definitely glory to God.
“Her mouth and her laughter are full of roses and melodies.”
He had saw Jaejoong’s smile, absolutely beautiful and better than any roses. He had yet to hear the laughter.
“And her crazy gypsy hair travels the world.”
“Yup! His hair was gorgeous,” Yunho thought, his face breaking into a dazed smile. Jaejoong’s hair was all he could see. Black, wild, crazy and oh God so gypsy-like and beautiful. That hair could so travel the world and drive everyone crazy.
“The woman you love, my son, may be your whole world… But your sky will be rain-filled…”
“Rain-filled?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong added seriously “Your road blocked, my son.”
“I’m not your son,” Yunho replied with the same seriousness. Jaejoong gave him a piercing glare.
“I am your son,” Yunho replied again with the same seriousness.
“Ahh, look at this,” Jaejoong pointed to a number of complicated lines. Yunho leaned closer from the table and looked.
“What?”
“Your beloved, my son, is sleeping.”
“Really?”
Jaejoong nodded. “In a guarded palace… Oooh!”
“What now? Is there a dragon?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “He who approaches her garden wall or enters her room. And who proposes to her or tries to unite her plaits will be lost, my son... he will be lost.”
Yunho opened his mouth, making an “O” shape. He sat down and looked at his lap then up at the fortuneteller’s face.
He looked even more beautiful with every expression he made and his expressions were changing so frequently. Was his luck really bad? But, he was talking about a woman and that’s just impossible to happen to him.
Jaejoong looked at him again, shoulders drooping, eyes drooping with them. Yunho forced some air in his lungs. Jaejoong’s lashes were long, so damn black and long long long. Beautiful, so beautiful.
“You will seek her everywhere, my son,” Jaejoong’s voice came faint.
“You will ask the waves of the sea about her. You will ask the sands of the shores. You will travel oceans and oceans…”
“B-but there are plains, why would I travel the ocean?”
Jaejoong ignored him. “And your tears will flow like a river…”
“Now now…”
“Your sadness will grow to be trees…”
“That’s just so sad. Why are you telling me bad stuff about my future?”
Jaejoong gave him a gentle smile.
“At last my son you will be back. Defeated and broken-hearted. And at the close of your life you will find that since your beloved has no land, no home, no address, you have been perusing only a trace of smoke.”
Yunho threw out all silly thoughts he had and finally smiled. Jaejoong was serious, his eyes were gentle. So gentle. He never saw gentleness in anyone’s eyes like he saw in Jaejoong’s eyes.
Jaejoong put the cup down and rubbed his face sighing so loud.
By now, Yunho was mesmerized by every move the fortuneteller had made. When he stepped inside the tent, the fortuneteller was mean, rude and almost cursed him. But once he started reading his cup, it changed and his seriousness turned into sadness, sorrow and worry about him, who he knew nothing about.
“You will find that since your beloved has no land, no home, no address, how difficult it is, my son, to love a woman… Who has no address?”
Yunho smiled, took the cup from Jaejoong’s hand and looked at it thoughtfully. He put it down, and took Jaejoong’s hand in his.
“I believe you!”
Jaejoong’s eyes snapped opened and stared at Yunho’s eyes. “You do?”
Yunho nodded.
“I’m sorry,” He said, lowering his head again.
Yunho cupped Jaejoong’s chin and lifted his head. “All that will happen if I persuaded a woman.”
Jaejoong’s eyes saddened.
“But oh well. I’m gay. I don’t persuade women.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened.
“Eh? Excuse me?”
“Well you’re right, if I went after a woman, then I will never get her, cause I don’t like her in the first place. Do you see this hottie in front of you? He’s as gay as Adam Lambert, maybe more.”
Jaejoong blinked. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Me too,” He said quietly.
“You’re gay?” Yunho exclaimed.
Jaejoong nodded, eyes still wide open. Yunho was mesmerized yet again. How could someone have such big, beautiful eyes with long long long lashes?
Yunho leaned closer and ignored the loud thud of the hammer hitting him inside his head, ordering him to stop whatever crazy shit he was about to do and pressed his lips softly against the fortuneteller’s lips.
Jaejoong froze, lips not moving, eyes blinking rapidly until Yunho pulled back. He absentmindedly touched his lips and then looked at Yunho bewilderedly.
“OMG my Mom said that I will kiss someone today,” He shouted. “So it was you?”
“See!” Yunho argued. “We’re totally destined and no woman will make me cry a river of tears and make my life a book of sadness.”
Jaejoong chuckled and Yunho decided that yes, his laughter was totally roses and melodies.
“This is cool. Mom’s cup reading is way better than mine,” He said rubbing his chin.
“You’re mom is a fortuneteller too?”
Jaejoong nodded.
“Is this something that like runs in the blood?”
Jaejoong nodded again with a giggle.
“Can I read you cup?” Yunho asked, face breaking into a smile.
“Can you read a cup?” Jaejoong asked biting his lips.
“I can try,” Yunho said, grinning.
“Alright,” Jaejoong blushed and stood up.
Yunho confirmed that roses were not enough to describe this man.
“Let me change.”
“What about your work?”
Jaejoong pointed at the tent. “You mean this? Psshhh, like I get enough from this job. You’re my first customer and I believe the last.”
Yunho nodded. He stood, stretched his legs and turned to go out of the tent.
“My son.”
Yunho chuckled and turned. “Yes?”
Jaejoong smiled his “roses and melodies” smile.
“If this doesn’t work, then you owe me three bucks.”
“I’ll pay for coffee.”
Jaejoong smiled and nodded.
Yunho decided that circuses weren’t as bad as he thought.
END
→ YunJae
→ One Shot
→ PG13
→ Romance | Humor
→ Yunho goes to the circus. He gets his cup read by a very beautiful fortuneteller.
→ Beta -> moon1084
- Disclaimer: Most, if not all, of Jae’s fortune telling are from the song “the Fortuneteller”, by Abdel Halim Hafez, a very very very VERY famous OLD Arabic singer. LOL XD
- A birthday fic for my lovely twin blackcherriess
Yunho hated circuses. Heck, he even hated festivals. The endless colorful decoration blinded his vision and the countless number of clowns damaged his sanity. He felt a cringe in his stomach whenever he saw caged animals and felt a heavy weight on his brain and chest whenever he saw those caged animals forced to make dangerous moves just to entertain them; the mere humans. He remembered watching a cartoon when he was young, claiming that animals were happily playing artistic rules in the circus. He doubted that a king in his forest like the lion would love to jump in circles of fire and he highly suspected that an elephant weighting hundreds of pounds would like to stand on a small ball and walk around in circles. The whole atmosphere of the circus was hateful for him.
Yet the question was why he was there?
“This sucks,” Yoochun said making a face.
“Shut up and walk,” Changmin growled back.
“The circus? God Changmin! I hate your pussy hormones,” Yunho spitted out.
“Fuck you!”
“Hey now, you don’t even have a boyfriend. Why did you bring us here?” Yunho argued, turning his head and shivering in disgust.
“Mmmm, nothing. I just…just wanted to check it out.”
Yoochun laughed in disbelief. “What? You’re totally after the lion trainer’s ass.”
“YAH!” Changmin froze, eyes wide.
“So you mean to tell me that you dragged me from m y comfortable sleep, even though you were fully aware of how much I fucking hate the circus, just because you wanted a man’s ass? Changmin, what the fuck?” Yunho rested his hands on his hips, eyes flaming at Changmin. “I can’t believe you.”
“Hey now! He’s really really really hot. And this is different; it’s love at first sight.”
“Love my ass,” Yoochun snorted.
“Yoochun!” Yunho glared at him. Yoochun rolled his eyes and pushed his hands in his pockets with an expression of discomfort on his face.
“Whatever! I don’t care,” Yoochun said.
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’m going home.”
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Changmin caught his arm. “You can’t leave me by myself. Yoochun is going to blow this up just like every other time.”
Yoochun scoffed.
Yunho sighed.
“If he does it again, ask him why. I’m off. Bye guys!”
He stormed away from his two best friends, rolling his eyes as their voice trailed off behind him. They were fighting again. God, Changmin was stupid. Couldn’t he see through Yoochun’s actions? He didn’t know. And he claimed to be the smartest.
“Smartest my ass,” He muttered to himself and then cursed.
The way out of the circus was crowded with lots of people. Families, friends and lovers. The smell of animals sickened him and he pushed his way through people faster until he finally got passed the crowd. He let out a sigh of relief and leaned against one of the tents of the circus. He fished his phone and looked through his contacts for anyone fun to hang out with but he didn’t feel like going out with his troll friends. He puffed his cheeks and pushed his body away from the tent to stretch.
“Are you coming in?”
Yunho practically screamed, jumping in surprise as the question came out of nowhere. He turned his head toward the tent he was leaning against; it was white from the outside, red light coming from the entrance.
“Excuse me?” He asked the tent, or whoever was in the tent.
“Are you coming in?” the person asked again, he was in the tent. Good, it wasn’t a ghost.
Stupid. Yunho hit his head.
Ghost my ass, you coward.
Yunho eyed the tent and asked himself “Why not?” as he entered. First look into the place made him blink his eyes continuously. The tent was covered with red. The walls of were red with different shades and sizes of yellow and orange clothes hanging randomly on the wall. Yellow bulbs gave the little tent just the enough light it needed. On the floor were different rugs of different sizes, materials and colors. In the middle of the tent, stood a little table and on top of it, some cards were laid out and what looked like to be a fortune teller’s ball.
Yunho quirked his eyebrow and looked around the tent. He flinched and jumped one step back as he saw the back of a person. The person was wearing red baggy pants, with a tight ripped top made of different clothes and different colors. The person’s hair was jet black, styled in messy short curls.
Is she a fortuneteller? Yunho asked himself tilting his head and staring without uttering a word.
“How do you like your coffee, my son?”
“Son?” Yunho asked, raising an eyebrow. The person’s voice was deep, she was a man? Oh! HE was a man.
“Yes, son. Do you want me to add cream?”
Should I drink that coffee? Should I even make him read my fortune? Do I want to do this? This person looks weird. What if the coffee was poisoned and I ended up dying and…
“The coffee is not poisoned, son. I will only read you your fortune so don’t be scared.”
The person turned and Yunho’s eyes widened. “Son?” He asked biting his lips so he wouldn’t laugh. “You look my age and you’re a dude”
The fortuneteller raised an eyebrow and twisted his mouth. He stirred the coffee in his hand with a spoon, walked towards Yunho, and looked him in the eye.
“Anyone’s whose fortune I read is my son. That’s every fortuneteller’s destiny. Now drink your coffee, my son.”
Yunho blinked a few times. “Oh!” He only managed to say before taking the coffee.
“Drink it and give me the cup.”
“Are you going to read my cup?”
The fortuneteller rolled his eyes and Yunho wondered if he did something wrong.
“Like DUH! Geez, just drink the damn thing.”
“Heeeeey!” Yunho whined. “I thought I was your son, how can you scold your son? That’s totally childish.”
“Are you serious? The only thing parents do is scold their sons. Now drink. I don’t have the whole night.”
Yunho watched as the fortuneteller took his seat behind the table and sat on the floor. He looked and sounded weird.
“So…” Yunho began, dropping on the floor in front of the table. “Can’t you read my card instead of my cup?”
The fortuneteller glared at him and huffed in annoyance. “Look motherf… I mean, son. Just drink the coffee. I don’t read cards. I just read cups. And this thing is so cheap, just three dollar per session.”
“Oh that’s very cheap. Ok, coffee and fortunetelling.” Yunho smiled and sipped from his coffee. “Hmmm, this is good.”
“Thanks!”
“So, what’s your name?” Yunho asked, drinking what seemed like the best cup of coffee he’s ever had in ages.
“Jaejoong, and you are?”
“I thought you should know!” Yunho shook his shoulders faintly in disbelief, still taking sips of his coffee.
“I predict your future from your cup, not your face.”
“Oh… it’s Yunho,” he smiled, bringing the cup closer to his mouth and taking a big gulp of it to finish it.
“Here,” He handed the cup to Jaejoong and rested his hands in his lap. This was going to be pretty interesting.
He looked at the fortuneteller’s face and broke into a big smile. Ever since he entered that tent, this would be the first time that he could focus on the man in front of him. Damn, the fortuneteller was pretty cute. His skin was pale in contrast with his black hair. Heck, his looked so soft that he wanted to run his hand between those crazy strands.
Jaejoong turned the cup upside down and closed his eyes. Yunho stared at him for a moment, thinking as to why such a cutie was working here. He must really needed the money to work in this place, let alone this job. Yunho never believed in fortunetelling, but he believed in the fraud that was behind fortunetelling. So he wanted to wait and see what kind of crap this cutie pie was going to blur out. So he put-on his creeper smile and stared at the fortuneteller.
“Why are you smiling so creepily?” Jaejoong asked, opening his eyes.
“Nothing, just excited.”
Jaejoong took the cup, inspected it and then hummed. His eyes suddenly darkened and his expressions turned gloomy.
Yunho’s smile fell and was replaced with a frown. “What? What does it say?”
“Don’t be sad, my son,” Jaejoong started. He looked at Yunho and gave him a sad smile. “You are destined to fall in love.”
“Oh really?” Yunho’s smile widened. So this was going to be about love? Interesting. “Oh and I’m not your son.”
Jaejoong’s expressions turned serious. “Are we going to go through this again?”
Yunho gulped and shook his head.
“Good,” Jaejoong turned his head back to the cup. “You know, he who sacrifices himself for his beloved is a martyr.”
“Mmmm, am I going to sacrifice my love?”
Jaejoong sighed and nodded. He looked at Yunho’s eyes and then to his cup. Yunho followed his lips movement. Never had he thought that a fortuneteller would have such plump and sexy lips.
“For long I’ve studied fortune telling…”
Yunho was back on track, damn those lips were distracting.
“…But never have I read a cup that is similar to yours.” Jaejoong looked up with a sad face.
“Of course, I’m unique,” Yunho scoffed.
“No!”
“No?”
“For long have I studied fortune-telling, but never have I seen sorrows similar to yours”
Yunho’s silly expressions were gone. “The hell? Why?” He scoped closer and rested his hands on the small table.
“You are predestined to sail forever, on the sea of love without sails.”
“Eh?”
Jaejoong met Yunho’s eyes. ”Your life is destined forever to be a book of tears.”
“Why the hell? Yah, look closely. Where did you see that?” Yunho jumped closer to Jaejoong, taking a look at his own cup. There were turns and more turns and was that a wolf?
“Is that a wolf?” He exclaimed, totally bewildered. He thought this was going to be fun but what’s with the sadness and book of tears.
Jaejoong pushed him away and took the cup in his hand. “Don’t ruin the lines of fate.”
Yunho nodded sheepishly and sat in his place again. Jaejoong sighed again.
“Your destiny is to be imprisoned between water and fire. But despite all its pains, despite the sadness that is with us day and night, despite the wind, the rainy weather and the cyclone…” Jaejoong paused and threw a gentle smile at Yunho. “It is love, my son that will be forever the best of fates.”
Yunho’s thought flew out of the tent’s entrance. He was mesmerized by the fortuneteller’s smile. It was… cute. His lips were pink, plump and cute. Yunho had a very soft spot for plump and cute.
“There is a woman in your life, my son.”
Yunho went out of his trace. A woman? Woah, wait a second. “Excuse me? Wait a second, a woman?”
“Yes, my son. Her eyes are so beautiful. Glory to God!”
Yunho’s eyes stared at Jaejoong’s eyes. Big, beautiful and definitely glory to God.
“Her mouth and her laughter are full of roses and melodies.”
He had saw Jaejoong’s smile, absolutely beautiful and better than any roses. He had yet to hear the laughter.
“And her crazy gypsy hair travels the world.”
“Yup! His hair was gorgeous,” Yunho thought, his face breaking into a dazed smile. Jaejoong’s hair was all he could see. Black, wild, crazy and oh God so gypsy-like and beautiful. That hair could so travel the world and drive everyone crazy.
“The woman you love, my son, may be your whole world… But your sky will be rain-filled…”
“Rain-filled?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong added seriously “Your road blocked, my son.”
“I’m not your son,” Yunho replied with the same seriousness. Jaejoong gave him a piercing glare.
“I am your son,” Yunho replied again with the same seriousness.
“Ahh, look at this,” Jaejoong pointed to a number of complicated lines. Yunho leaned closer from the table and looked.
“What?”
“Your beloved, my son, is sleeping.”
“Really?”
Jaejoong nodded. “In a guarded palace… Oooh!”
“What now? Is there a dragon?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “He who approaches her garden wall or enters her room. And who proposes to her or tries to unite her plaits will be lost, my son... he will be lost.”
Yunho opened his mouth, making an “O” shape. He sat down and looked at his lap then up at the fortuneteller’s face.
He looked even more beautiful with every expression he made and his expressions were changing so frequently. Was his luck really bad? But, he was talking about a woman and that’s just impossible to happen to him.
Jaejoong looked at him again, shoulders drooping, eyes drooping with them. Yunho forced some air in his lungs. Jaejoong’s lashes were long, so damn black and long long long. Beautiful, so beautiful.
“You will seek her everywhere, my son,” Jaejoong’s voice came faint.
“You will ask the waves of the sea about her. You will ask the sands of the shores. You will travel oceans and oceans…”
“B-but there are plains, why would I travel the ocean?”
Jaejoong ignored him. “And your tears will flow like a river…”
“Now now…”
“Your sadness will grow to be trees…”
“That’s just so sad. Why are you telling me bad stuff about my future?”
Jaejoong gave him a gentle smile.
“At last my son you will be back. Defeated and broken-hearted. And at the close of your life you will find that since your beloved has no land, no home, no address, you have been perusing only a trace of smoke.”
Yunho threw out all silly thoughts he had and finally smiled. Jaejoong was serious, his eyes were gentle. So gentle. He never saw gentleness in anyone’s eyes like he saw in Jaejoong’s eyes.
Jaejoong put the cup down and rubbed his face sighing so loud.
By now, Yunho was mesmerized by every move the fortuneteller had made. When he stepped inside the tent, the fortuneteller was mean, rude and almost cursed him. But once he started reading his cup, it changed and his seriousness turned into sadness, sorrow and worry about him, who he knew nothing about.
“You will find that since your beloved has no land, no home, no address, how difficult it is, my son, to love a woman… Who has no address?”
Yunho smiled, took the cup from Jaejoong’s hand and looked at it thoughtfully. He put it down, and took Jaejoong’s hand in his.
“I believe you!”
Jaejoong’s eyes snapped opened and stared at Yunho’s eyes. “You do?”
Yunho nodded.
“I’m sorry,” He said, lowering his head again.
Yunho cupped Jaejoong’s chin and lifted his head. “All that will happen if I persuaded a woman.”
Jaejoong’s eyes saddened.
“But oh well. I’m gay. I don’t persuade women.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened.
“Eh? Excuse me?”
“Well you’re right, if I went after a woman, then I will never get her, cause I don’t like her in the first place. Do you see this hottie in front of you? He’s as gay as Adam Lambert, maybe more.”
Jaejoong blinked. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Me too,” He said quietly.
“You’re gay?” Yunho exclaimed.
Jaejoong nodded, eyes still wide open. Yunho was mesmerized yet again. How could someone have such big, beautiful eyes with long long long lashes?
Yunho leaned closer and ignored the loud thud of the hammer hitting him inside his head, ordering him to stop whatever crazy shit he was about to do and pressed his lips softly against the fortuneteller’s lips.
Jaejoong froze, lips not moving, eyes blinking rapidly until Yunho pulled back. He absentmindedly touched his lips and then looked at Yunho bewilderedly.
“OMG my Mom said that I will kiss someone today,” He shouted. “So it was you?”
“See!” Yunho argued. “We’re totally destined and no woman will make me cry a river of tears and make my life a book of sadness.”
Jaejoong chuckled and Yunho decided that yes, his laughter was totally roses and melodies.
“This is cool. Mom’s cup reading is way better than mine,” He said rubbing his chin.
“You’re mom is a fortuneteller too?”
Jaejoong nodded.
“Is this something that like runs in the blood?”
Jaejoong nodded again with a giggle.
“Can I read you cup?” Yunho asked, face breaking into a smile.
“Can you read a cup?” Jaejoong asked biting his lips.
“I can try,” Yunho said, grinning.
“Alright,” Jaejoong blushed and stood up.
Yunho confirmed that roses were not enough to describe this man.
“Let me change.”
“What about your work?”
Jaejoong pointed at the tent. “You mean this? Psshhh, like I get enough from this job. You’re my first customer and I believe the last.”
Yunho nodded. He stood, stretched his legs and turned to go out of the tent.
“My son.”
Yunho chuckled and turned. “Yes?”
Jaejoong smiled his “roses and melodies” smile.
“If this doesn’t work, then you owe me three bucks.”
“I’ll pay for coffee.”
Jaejoong smiled and nodded.
Yunho decided that circuses weren’t as bad as he thought.
END