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Tittle : Trapped
Pairing : Yoosu, YunJae
Rating : overall will be R
Disclaimer : The idols are rightfully owned by themselves
Genre : AU, psychological
Summary : . I feel like I’m free, but the truth is far from it.
Part 1
“I’m home..”, sleepily I dragged myself around the apartment and unceremoniously dump my body on my bed. The silent here almost deafening but I already accustomed by that. Sometimes I wish I could heard some noise someone create in my apartment. Hell, if I could afford a housekeeper she or he will already greeting me in front of the door everytime I got home.
I never really thought anything about tonight being Saturday night. So what if it’s Saturday night! I’m fucking tired. Gosh, I could only hope to change work or if miracle does happen my boss will raise my salary this month. But just when I buried my head on my pillow, there’s a vibration on my bed. Shit, my phone.
“Hyuuung, let’s have dinner together!”, apparently, as ignorant as he always been, Shim Changmin spoiled my precious time to sleep.
“Huh?”, I don’t care if it’s such unintelligent word, but I need sleep goddamnit!
“Are you just come back from your work?”, he asked a bit loudly. My ear hurts. Shit. I hummed as a response. “Are you alright?”, now there’s a worry tone in his voice. Again. He thinks he’s the hyung, not me. I yawned, practically fell asleep and didn’t hear him again.
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I blink my eyes open and found myself in my bed. Grinning, I got up and reach the bathroom to shower; I’m stink! I open my tiny drawer and put on a rather tight black v-neck shirt and fade blue jeans. I grab a belt and reach for my jacket that fell beside the bed. Smiling, I get out from my apartment. This is Park Yoochun’s night.
I took a train and got off on the fifth station. Inhaling a cold night air I step to a crowded club and make a beeline to a man wearing dark blue tank top and got ring piercing his nose. The man gave me a big smile and hugs me.
“Yoochun-ah, you didn’t say you’ll come! We start the party without you!”, he said giving me a bottle of beer. I just shrugged and downed the beer on one go.
“Woah, chill out man! We’re just started!”, we laughed some more after that. The man, Dae Jung, is my old friend who owned this club. Thanks to him I always get in for free.
I’m popular. Everyone regular here practically knows my name. We dance, dance, and dance while drowning in beer. Someone got a nice but nasty stuff and make it even crazier. I only had a little taste but I already soaring. By midnight some girls dragged me willingly to some hotel to continue the party. Not that I mind.
When the clock ticked at 7 am, I got up blearily. Yawning while trying to untie myself from the girls’ embrace, finally after I spent hours in my mind while in reality it might be just around 10 minutes because my hangover, I got myself out from the hotel.
I stretched my hands and look around, but my head is killing me. I need something.. water, I need to get some water.
I spend my morning in the park after refreshing myself. I sat on a bench, but my mind is elsewhere. Wondering what to do with my own free time, suddenly I remember that today is Sunday. Hurriedly, I go to my usual place in the Sunday morning.
Not that I’m religious or something, but oddly sitting on the last row in the church every Sunday morning while everyone doing mass always makes me calm. I sat, and sat, until the mass over but not ready to move yet. I just make myself comfortable on this bench and look around. Sometimes I found my eyes trails to the ceiling, or the candles in the front, until I realized there’s someone who kneeled in there, praying. What does he pray for? He looks so into his prayer and nothing could disturb him. Could someday I’d be like him? No, I’ve already passed that stage. I’ve already resigned to my fate. I sighed. Sometimes I feel so tired with this crazy game. I feel like I’m free, but the truth is far from it.
Unconsciously, I moved toward him. I have an urge to tap my hand on his shoulder, but then I backed off. I decided to just watch him, praying so solemnly, by sitting in the front row, just a left behind him. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, and I feel like time has gone for so long but the man still praying, intent to make whatever he prays for will be granted.
“It’s almost lunch.”, I whisper almost inaudibly to him after I glanced to my watch. I wonder then, why should I have to sit here behind him like a bodyguard? Shaking my head and threw a few grumble, I sigh as I stand up, willing to go and have a lunch myself. Intent to ignore my curiousness toward him, I walked away. But just when I reach the door, there’s a thud sound behind me.
“What the..”, and I saw him collapsed. Hurriedly I approached and bring him up to my embrace. Shaking him the bit, I can’t say that my attention didn’t split when I saw his white face. Behind the paleness of the skin, I have to say this guy is extremely handsome. And innocent. If someone tell me that he was a rapper I won’t believe him. It’s kind of innocence that make you believe he couldn’t even hurt a fly. Yep.
“Uhmmm…”, ah he’s awake.
“Hey, are you alright?”, the man’s head is practically on my laps now. Not that I’m complaining. His unfocused eyes then searching mine. God, he has such beautiful eyes. And small lips. Oh, the baby fat is still there too..
“Alright..”, he mumbled softly and it’s just make me unsure . He frowned deeply and closes his eyes again.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”, I asked him again. He tried to struggle and tries to stand up, but then his feet gave away.
“Nghhh.. Hyung.. need.. go.. hospital.. operation..”, and he fell unconscious again. Well, shit. I guess he still going to hospital. With me.
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A/N : I'd try to update.. This is an old plot that I considered to give it to someone because I don't have any confidence writing a YunJae and YooSu story. But she politely refused. And then I was bored. And this plot bugging me since a week ago. So, yeah. Please do tell me if there are any misspelling or grammar error. I must say that my English are rusty right now.
Pairing : Yoosu, YunJae
Rating : overall will be R
Disclaimer : The idols are rightfully owned by themselves
Genre : AU, psychological
Summary : . I feel like I’m free, but the truth is far from it.
Part 1
“I’m home..”, sleepily I dragged myself around the apartment and unceremoniously dump my body on my bed. The silent here almost deafening but I already accustomed by that. Sometimes I wish I could heard some noise someone create in my apartment. Hell, if I could afford a housekeeper she or he will already greeting me in front of the door everytime I got home.
I never really thought anything about tonight being Saturday night. So what if it’s Saturday night! I’m fucking tired. Gosh, I could only hope to change work or if miracle does happen my boss will raise my salary this month. But just when I buried my head on my pillow, there’s a vibration on my bed. Shit, my phone.
“Hyuuung, let’s have dinner together!”, apparently, as ignorant as he always been, Shim Changmin spoiled my precious time to sleep.
“Huh?”, I don’t care if it’s such unintelligent word, but I need sleep goddamnit!
“Are you just come back from your work?”, he asked a bit loudly. My ear hurts. Shit. I hummed as a response. “Are you alright?”, now there’s a worry tone in his voice. Again. He thinks he’s the hyung, not me. I yawned, practically fell asleep and didn’t hear him again.
- - - -
I blink my eyes open and found myself in my bed. Grinning, I got up and reach the bathroom to shower; I’m stink! I open my tiny drawer and put on a rather tight black v-neck shirt and fade blue jeans. I grab a belt and reach for my jacket that fell beside the bed. Smiling, I get out from my apartment. This is Park Yoochun’s night.
I took a train and got off on the fifth station. Inhaling a cold night air I step to a crowded club and make a beeline to a man wearing dark blue tank top and got ring piercing his nose. The man gave me a big smile and hugs me.
“Yoochun-ah, you didn’t say you’ll come! We start the party without you!”, he said giving me a bottle of beer. I just shrugged and downed the beer on one go.
“Woah, chill out man! We’re just started!”, we laughed some more after that. The man, Dae Jung, is my old friend who owned this club. Thanks to him I always get in for free.
I’m popular. Everyone regular here practically knows my name. We dance, dance, and dance while drowning in beer. Someone got a nice but nasty stuff and make it even crazier. I only had a little taste but I already soaring. By midnight some girls dragged me willingly to some hotel to continue the party. Not that I mind.
When the clock ticked at 7 am, I got up blearily. Yawning while trying to untie myself from the girls’ embrace, finally after I spent hours in my mind while in reality it might be just around 10 minutes because my hangover, I got myself out from the hotel.
I stretched my hands and look around, but my head is killing me. I need something.. water, I need to get some water.
I spend my morning in the park after refreshing myself. I sat on a bench, but my mind is elsewhere. Wondering what to do with my own free time, suddenly I remember that today is Sunday. Hurriedly, I go to my usual place in the Sunday morning.
Not that I’m religious or something, but oddly sitting on the last row in the church every Sunday morning while everyone doing mass always makes me calm. I sat, and sat, until the mass over but not ready to move yet. I just make myself comfortable on this bench and look around. Sometimes I found my eyes trails to the ceiling, or the candles in the front, until I realized there’s someone who kneeled in there, praying. What does he pray for? He looks so into his prayer and nothing could disturb him. Could someday I’d be like him? No, I’ve already passed that stage. I’ve already resigned to my fate. I sighed. Sometimes I feel so tired with this crazy game. I feel like I’m free, but the truth is far from it.
Unconsciously, I moved toward him. I have an urge to tap my hand on his shoulder, but then I backed off. I decided to just watch him, praying so solemnly, by sitting in the front row, just a left behind him. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, and I feel like time has gone for so long but the man still praying, intent to make whatever he prays for will be granted.
“It’s almost lunch.”, I whisper almost inaudibly to him after I glanced to my watch. I wonder then, why should I have to sit here behind him like a bodyguard? Shaking my head and threw a few grumble, I sigh as I stand up, willing to go and have a lunch myself. Intent to ignore my curiousness toward him, I walked away. But just when I reach the door, there’s a thud sound behind me.
“What the..”, and I saw him collapsed. Hurriedly I approached and bring him up to my embrace. Shaking him the bit, I can’t say that my attention didn’t split when I saw his white face. Behind the paleness of the skin, I have to say this guy is extremely handsome. And innocent. If someone tell me that he was a rapper I won’t believe him. It’s kind of innocence that make you believe he couldn’t even hurt a fly. Yep.
“Uhmmm…”, ah he’s awake.
“Hey, are you alright?”, the man’s head is practically on my laps now. Not that I’m complaining. His unfocused eyes then searching mine. God, he has such beautiful eyes. And small lips. Oh, the baby fat is still there too..
“Alright..”, he mumbled softly and it’s just make me unsure . He frowned deeply and closes his eyes again.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”, I asked him again. He tried to struggle and tries to stand up, but then his feet gave away.
“Nghhh.. Hyung.. need.. go.. hospital.. operation..”, and he fell unconscious again. Well, shit. I guess he still going to hospital. With me.
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A/N : I'd try to update.. This is an old plot that I considered to give it to someone because I don't have any confidence writing a YunJae and YooSu story. But she politely refused. And then I was bored. And this plot bugging me since a week ago. So, yeah. Please do tell me if there are any misspelling or grammar error. I must say that my English are rusty right now.