[FANFIC] On the way home
Title: On the way home
Author: ivysauur
Rating: PG-14 (Swearing)
Pairing: Yunjae/Yunho and Jaejoong
Genre: Fluff, AU, Humour, Romance
Length: 2/3
Warning: Not beta'd. Also, I changed it into a three-shot. You'll see why.
Summary: He was usually sharp-tongued, rebellious and tough, but after meeting someone he
knew he would at one point of his life, he became timid, submissive (not sexually, at least) and speechless.
Only god knows why.
Part 1, Part 2, (NEW!) Part 3a below:
~ ~ ~
“JUNSU, SERIOUSLY? YOU? LIKE ME? WHAT?” I shivered in disgust. God, Junsu is just my best friend!
Junsu started laughing his head off and all I could do was watch him. I swear to god, this kid will be the death of me. And whatever he just said didn’t even make sense! God! One second he tells me he knows what’s shoved up Yunho’s ass, and then the next he tells me he might like me. Might. WHAT DOES HE EVEN MEAN?!
“H-hyung!” He tried to speak, still erupting with short laughs. I could feel a vein popping out of my head.
“WHAT?”
“I WAS KIDDING! It’s not me who has a crush on you!” He giggled and started to wipe away the tears that gathered up around his eyes. I’ll show him how many tears he can cry…
Does he love to confuse me? One day, I’ll stab him. I’ll stab him real good. I glared at him, “Are you fucking sure?”
“No! No, not me. It’s Yunho.” He nodded and took a sip of his water. He had the calmest face, so I couldn’t see if he was joking or not.
Okay, this… This was much more horrifying and worse than Junsu having a crush on me. This is Yunho. Jung Fucking Yunho. The beast, the asshole. That cock-sucking bitch! YUNHO! THAT SADIST!
I don’t think I could ever get over this.
~ ~ ~
I… kind of got over it. It was a pretty… weird reason to give me shit, but it’s like what Junsu said to me after my little episode; love makes you blind. I guess I could see where he was coming from. I used to always give shit to this girl because I kind of liked her. No wait, that was my cousin. Never mind. But anyway, Yunho must be pretty fucking blind to actually hurt me. Physically, that is. I mean, he loves me so much that he didn’t care if he socked me in the face? He’s insane.
Junsu told me to think about how I feel though. Is he stupid? What is there to think about? I hate the fucker! Why the hell should I be all nice to him if he treats me like shit because apparently he likes me? Or loves… Whatever. I just want to get my ass out of this situation because really, it’s drilling my head in.
What to do, what to do…
Maybe I should just punch him in the face and say, “Sorry, I’m just madly in love with you and I want to get your attention, so I punched you.”
Maybe I could soften up a bit to him and then break him. Sounds like a good revenge.
I told Junsu about it, but he shoved me against the wall with his face an ant’s width away from mine. He was mad, that much I could tell. His eyes were cold and his fingers tightened against my shoulder’s and he whispered, “He may have hurt you physically, but don’t ever toy with his feelings. Don’t give me crap about hurting yours, because in all honesty, he hasn’t. You just get angry and annoyed.”
I was about to retort, but his jaw clenched and his fingers tightened more. I swallowed down all of my remarks back down my throat, but some were still sitting on the tip of my tongue, just in case.
“I know I’m your best friend, but I’m against the idea of playing with people’s hearts. I know he’s hurt you, but physical pain does not compare to emotional pain. He’s confused, and when realization hits him that yes, he did have feelings for you, and yes, you threw it back in his face, he’ll never let it go. That will be a thousand times more painful that what you’ve been through. Your pain lessens within a day. Yunho, however, will take weeks. Months, even. You’ll sink down lower than what Yunho has.”
Junsu slowly let me go and took a step back. I didn’t move. I just stared at him. It was strange. I always thought Junsu would be into socking him in the mouth. God, he looked like he would every time he laid his eyes on my bully, but I was wrong. I’ve got so much to learn about Junsu.
The words he spoke slowly re-registered into my mind and it all made sense. I knew how it felt anyway. Years back, I moved here. I was probably pretty young, about eight, when mum and dad divorced. No, no tragic past. The two of them just didn’t have feelings for each other anymore. It kind of died out after getting married. Dad said they rushed into it, and Mum said they were too young. They’re good friends now, and I can’t stop calling neither of them my parents, because really, they are. They both have custody of me somehow; they’re just not married any more. It’s all good.
Anyway, when I was eight, I was all about running in the park and making friends. Mum says I was too bubbly for my own good, and all the kids in the area knew me. I knew everyone, too. We were like one big family. We all knew what we liked and hated. We all knew our favourite parts of the park and our darkest fears. What I would do to meet them again…
Anyway, Mum got a new job in Seoul, and so did Dad. We lived in Bucheon then, and it wasn’t that far, but Mum and Dad didn’t want to wake up earlier than usual just to drive there or catch the train, so we moved in closer to the busy city.
I left my little family then, and I never got over it. I’m still not completely over it, but I’ve accepted it. It took me weeks to smile again, and Mum kept telling my I looked better wit a smile. I don’t know if that was meant to be a good thing. Did she think I was ugly when I wasn’t smiling?
So, yeah, I guess I would understand Yunho’s feelings. If I ever ripped him apart, he would have to go through the emotional pain, and also, he’ll never be completely over it. Also, the feelings that are rushing through his body... It’s the romantic type. Damn.
I was about to thank Junsu for making me think more clearly, and was going to give him a hug, but when I finally looked up, Junsu… He’s never looked so broken before. His lips were slightly trembling and his grip on the table behind him was deathly. It was as if the wood would break between his fingers. His eyes looked so distant, far from the usual brightness that shone out of those two orbs. It felt like my heart was going to break just from looking at him.
I stepped forward and wrapped my arm around him, to which he jumped in surprise.
“Hyung?” his voice wavered, but I felt him wrap his arms around my torso hesitantly. I smiled and rubbed his back.
“Thanks for pushing some sense in to me. And what you looked like just now, I guess I could say we’ve both been emotionally hurt in one way or another.”
I heard him sniff, and I hugged him tighter. What has happened to this poor boy?
“I… It just hurts so much, hyung. I just don’t understand w-why… why-“
“Shhhhh, It’s okay Junsu,” I whispered and he started to tremble.
“I l-loved him so much. I r-really did. I r-regret all t-the thing’s I’ve s-said,” He broke into tears, and all I could do was hold him in my arms and whisper encouraging words to him.
I looked up and I could see Yoochun standing by the door to our classroom. He looked just as broken as Junsu, and that was when everything hit me. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.
I smiled at him, as if ensuring him that Junsu would be okay. Yoochun nodded slowly and I could see his eyes turning glassy, but he held back the tears.
God, help these two. I don’t think neither of them could take it anymore.
~ ~ ~
I asked Junsu what the hell I should do, and he merely shrugged, “What do you think is right?”
“Gee, I don’t know Su. That’s why I asked you first,” I rolled my eyes.
He slapped me and laughed as I scowled. He started to hum and I could only sit there and watch him, waiting for him to pop an idea out of that stupid, intelligent brain.
It was silent for about a couple of minutes, before the bubbly man raised his hand and knocked on the wall behind him on the bed. He knocked in a certain pattern, and the occupant in the other room knocked back in a different pattern.
I’ve never been so confused in my life.
It wasn’t until Junho, Junsu’s twin brother, walked in and said, “So what’s the problem?”
The two just knocked to each other in some sort of Morse code. They knocked a message. A fucken message. What the hell do these two do in their spare time?!
Junsu sat up straight and ushered Junho to sit on the soft mattress. Junho smiled at me and jumped on. Junsu laughed.
“Well, Jaejoong here has some sort of problem-“
“Junsu, I may go to a different school, but gossip travel fast when our schools are right across and everyone knows each other. It involves Yunho, and it seems as though you’ve figured out why he’s giving Jaejoong so much shit. Right?” He turned to me and raised his eyebrows, as if waiting for me to answer.
I merely nodded, too shocked to react properly and Junho leant back with his arms leaning behind him against the mattress. He looked over to Junsu.
The other twin smirked, “Yeah, seems like he has a crush on Jaejoong, and this idiot right here doesn’t know what to do now.”
Junho raised his eyebrows and turned to me, “What do you mean? What is there to do? What are you meant to do about it anyway?”
“… What?” I asked. This was unbelievable! Who does he think he-
“You’ve found out he may have a crush on you, but does that entitle you to a role? Does it mean you have to go and tell him that you don’t feel the same? I’m not meaning any offence, Jaejoong-ah. It’s just that… you’re not really meant to do anything.”
It was silent for a moment, before Junsu decided to agree, “Junho’s right. You’re not meant to do anything.” He smiled at him, as if knowing he would say something logical. Damn, these smart brothers.
I sighed, and decided that, yeah, whatever, he made sense and everything, but…
I just don’t understand what the hell I’m worrying about.
I shook it off, and offered to get the twins drinks from downstairs, and before they could protest, I left the room.
I just need time to think.
~ ~ ~
Yunho didn’t call.
I’m not really sure if I’m meant to be happy or pissed off. It was like a mix of both but not quite. Like… I was happy that I didn’t need to deal with any more drama for the night, but I couldn’t ignore the fact that… Actually I don’t know why I’m pissed, but I am and it’s all Yunho’s fault.
If Junsu hadn’t told me that he might have had a crush on me (even if it’s not entirely true, the idea just scares me) I wouldn’t be over-analysing everything!
I huffed and slammed my locker shut, but the face that was behind my locker door scared the shit out of me.
“Y-YUNHO!”
“Hello, Jaejoong,” the said man said with a smile, and it was a nice, ‘I’m-not-going-to-punch-you-in-the-face’ smile. It was… Hey, he has nice teeth…
Wait, what if this is just a plan to get me with him? What if this is where he cuts the act and starts to act like a gentleman and tries to win my heart? Why the hell do I sound so cheesy?
What if he is going to confess-?
“OUCH!” I yelped.
Forget everything I said. The ass-licking idiot just punched my arm.
“I just wanted to apologize for not calling last night.”
“I don’t care…”
“Oh? I thought you would’ve waited for me. Were you jealous?”
What is this guy getting at…?
“Why would I be jealous?” I asked with my eyebrows raised. I don’t see the connection to what he just said.
“Well, I was spending the night with a couple of chicks. Changmin got invited to this big party and I was his ‘plus one’. They’re all pretty hot. Wanna see?” He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Yunho started yapping about the girls with ‘huge tits’ while pressing around on his phone to find a good photo, but I wasn’t listening, or more like I didn’t want to. The only thing that was running through my head was the fact that even though Yunho might have a crush on me, he was spending his night with a bunch of skanky sluts with huge tits instead of pestering me, the one who had feelings for.
I don’t know why, but it ticked me off. I couldn’t say anything though, Junho’s words were still in my head and there was that possibility of him not liking me at all. It was a 50/50 chance. Even less, probably. This shouldn’t drill my head in, but it was and I was feeling very... weird. Like… I wanted to slap Yunho across the face, kick all those chicks in the face and delete all of those photos that were sitting in his phone. It was as if they were meant to be there for me to get annoyed at. I wasn’t jealous, hell no! I was just really irritated. Yeah, irritated that I couldn’t do a damn thing.
In the end, I just huffed and walked away, the idiot yelling my name to come back.
~ ~ ~
“Honey, what’s wrong?” My mother asked me, her face pulled down to a frown. I shrugged, but I ushered her to sit down on the couch and plopped down right beside her. I spread myself over the couch and laid my head on her lap, looking up into my Mum’s eyes. They reminded me of my own, but they looked a little drowsier. I hope she isn’t working to hard…
“I… I don’t know. There’s this guy who likes to hurt me-“
“Jaejoong, what did you do?” I could feel her disappointment, as if thinking that I was the one who started it and I sighed.
“Mum, I didn’t do anything. I promise on your heart! He somehow got my number and has been bothering me ever since. He pushes me over - made my nose bleed a couple of days ago ‘cause my face landed face first on the floor. He almost beat the shit out of me-“
“Jaejoong, language.”
I rolled my eyes, “Almost beat me to the pulp.” She nodded for me to continue. Seriously, Mums.
“So, he hurts me physically, but he also has moments where he’s somewhat nice. I don’t get it, he’s my… ‘Bully’, but he looks at me like he cares at random moments. I can see it in his eyes. It’s like how you can see right through me, Mum.” I tried to explain, and she nodded.
She looked at me for a moment, and gave me a look that told me to continue. How the hell does she know there’s more to the story?
I sighed, “Me and Junsu talked about it, and Junsu came up with this crazy as idea that, well… the guy might… haveacrushonme.” I felt my face rapidly heating up, and I slapped my hands onto my face. I don’t know why I was embarrassed… but I was! Just the idea of it made me feel funny!
I felt her lap start to shake, and when I peeked through the thin gaps of my fingers, I could see her bite her quivering lip, a lame attempt to hold back her laugh. The second I groaned, she burst out into laughter.
“Mum!” I whined while I kicked my legs against the arm rest of the couch. She’s meant to help me! Not laugh at my stupid problem! I guess it’s better to tell her than Dad. He would’ve told me to man up and beat him up too.
“Oh, Jaejoong-ah,” She laughed and threaded her fingers through my hair. She had a very bright smile on her face and I couldn’t help but smile back, even if it was small. She had this ability to make you smile when you really didn’t want to. Sort of like Junsu, but without the humour. That’s what I love about Mum.
“I’m so stumped on what to do, Mum! “ I exhaled deeply and crossed my arms. She hummed in response.
“Well, if he really does seem to care in these random moments, I guess it’s best to make the most out of them. But before that, I want to ask you something.”
I blinked, and raised an eyebrow. She stared at me and then bit her lip, “How do you feel about him?”
I choked, “M-Mum! What the hell?!” I sat up and looked at her in disbelief. I remember Junsu asking me something similar, but Mum too?
“What? I’m just wondering. Usually, you don’t make such a big deal out of these things. Remember that cute girl in middle school with the blonde hair? Junsu said she had a crush on you, but you just rubbed it off. I didn’t find out until months after when Junsu brought it up over dinner! And then there was the sweet girl who-“
“Mum! This is different! It’s a guy!” I yelled with my arms outstretched, as if trying to wave the idea in her face. She did have a point though…
She just blinked, “So?” She cocked her head to the side, and I groaned.
“You don’t care if the kid is gay?”
“No. Why should I be? Your Dad had friend who liked guys, and I saw no harm in it. Your uncle is gay too.”
“What? Who?” Why the heck didn’t I know about this?
Mum rolled her and leaned back into the cushions of the couch, “Heechul. And don’t change the subject! How do you feel about…?”
“Yunho,” I sighed.
“Yes, Yunho. How do you feel about him?”
“Mum, I hate him! He’s a-“
“Look past the hate and look a little deeper, Jaejoong-ah. It’s best to forget about what is blinding our minds and look inside the heart. It’s cheesy, I know, but do it.”
“I’ll try, but I don’t make any promises.”
Continue on to Part 3b.
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Author: ivysauur
Rating: PG-14 (Swearing)
Pairing: Yunjae/Yunho and Jaejoong
Genre: Fluff, AU, Humour, Romance
Length: 2/3
Warning: Not beta'd. Also, I changed it into a three-shot. You'll see why.
Summary: He was usually sharp-tongued, rebellious and tough, but after meeting someone he
knew he would at one point of his life, he became timid, submissive (not sexually, at least) and speechless.
Only god knows why.
Part 1, Part 2, (NEW!) Part 3a below:
~ ~ ~
“JUNSU, SERIOUSLY? YOU? LIKE ME? WHAT?” I shivered in disgust. God, Junsu is just my best friend!
Junsu started laughing his head off and all I could do was watch him. I swear to god, this kid will be the death of me. And whatever he just said didn’t even make sense! God! One second he tells me he knows what’s shoved up Yunho’s ass, and then the next he tells me he might like me. Might. WHAT DOES HE EVEN MEAN?!
“H-hyung!” He tried to speak, still erupting with short laughs. I could feel a vein popping out of my head.
“WHAT?”
“I WAS KIDDING! It’s not me who has a crush on you!” He giggled and started to wipe away the tears that gathered up around his eyes. I’ll show him how many tears he can cry…
Does he love to confuse me? One day, I’ll stab him. I’ll stab him real good. I glared at him, “Are you fucking sure?”
“No! No, not me. It’s Yunho.” He nodded and took a sip of his water. He had the calmest face, so I couldn’t see if he was joking or not.
Okay, this… This was much more horrifying and worse than Junsu having a crush on me. This is Yunho. Jung Fucking Yunho. The beast, the asshole. That cock-sucking bitch! YUNHO! THAT SADIST!
I don’t think I could ever get over this.
~ ~ ~
I… kind of got over it. It was a pretty… weird reason to give me shit, but it’s like what Junsu said to me after my little episode; love makes you blind. I guess I could see where he was coming from. I used to always give shit to this girl because I kind of liked her. No wait, that was my cousin. Never mind. But anyway, Yunho must be pretty fucking blind to actually hurt me. Physically, that is. I mean, he loves me so much that he didn’t care if he socked me in the face? He’s insane.
Junsu told me to think about how I feel though. Is he stupid? What is there to think about? I hate the fucker! Why the hell should I be all nice to him if he treats me like shit because apparently he likes me? Or loves… Whatever. I just want to get my ass out of this situation because really, it’s drilling my head in.
What to do, what to do…
Maybe I should just punch him in the face and say, “Sorry, I’m just madly in love with you and I want to get your attention, so I punched you.”
Maybe I could soften up a bit to him and then break him. Sounds like a good revenge.
I told Junsu about it, but he shoved me against the wall with his face an ant’s width away from mine. He was mad, that much I could tell. His eyes were cold and his fingers tightened against my shoulder’s and he whispered, “He may have hurt you physically, but don’t ever toy with his feelings. Don’t give me crap about hurting yours, because in all honesty, he hasn’t. You just get angry and annoyed.”
I was about to retort, but his jaw clenched and his fingers tightened more. I swallowed down all of my remarks back down my throat, but some were still sitting on the tip of my tongue, just in case.
“I know I’m your best friend, but I’m against the idea of playing with people’s hearts. I know he’s hurt you, but physical pain does not compare to emotional pain. He’s confused, and when realization hits him that yes, he did have feelings for you, and yes, you threw it back in his face, he’ll never let it go. That will be a thousand times more painful that what you’ve been through. Your pain lessens within a day. Yunho, however, will take weeks. Months, even. You’ll sink down lower than what Yunho has.”
Junsu slowly let me go and took a step back. I didn’t move. I just stared at him. It was strange. I always thought Junsu would be into socking him in the mouth. God, he looked like he would every time he laid his eyes on my bully, but I was wrong. I’ve got so much to learn about Junsu.
The words he spoke slowly re-registered into my mind and it all made sense. I knew how it felt anyway. Years back, I moved here. I was probably pretty young, about eight, when mum and dad divorced. No, no tragic past. The two of them just didn’t have feelings for each other anymore. It kind of died out after getting married. Dad said they rushed into it, and Mum said they were too young. They’re good friends now, and I can’t stop calling neither of them my parents, because really, they are. They both have custody of me somehow; they’re just not married any more. It’s all good.
Anyway, when I was eight, I was all about running in the park and making friends. Mum says I was too bubbly for my own good, and all the kids in the area knew me. I knew everyone, too. We were like one big family. We all knew what we liked and hated. We all knew our favourite parts of the park and our darkest fears. What I would do to meet them again…
Anyway, Mum got a new job in Seoul, and so did Dad. We lived in Bucheon then, and it wasn’t that far, but Mum and Dad didn’t want to wake up earlier than usual just to drive there or catch the train, so we moved in closer to the busy city.
I left my little family then, and I never got over it. I’m still not completely over it, but I’ve accepted it. It took me weeks to smile again, and Mum kept telling my I looked better wit a smile. I don’t know if that was meant to be a good thing. Did she think I was ugly when I wasn’t smiling?
So, yeah, I guess I would understand Yunho’s feelings. If I ever ripped him apart, he would have to go through the emotional pain, and also, he’ll never be completely over it. Also, the feelings that are rushing through his body... It’s the romantic type. Damn.
I was about to thank Junsu for making me think more clearly, and was going to give him a hug, but when I finally looked up, Junsu… He’s never looked so broken before. His lips were slightly trembling and his grip on the table behind him was deathly. It was as if the wood would break between his fingers. His eyes looked so distant, far from the usual brightness that shone out of those two orbs. It felt like my heart was going to break just from looking at him.
I stepped forward and wrapped my arm around him, to which he jumped in surprise.
“Hyung?” his voice wavered, but I felt him wrap his arms around my torso hesitantly. I smiled and rubbed his back.
“Thanks for pushing some sense in to me. And what you looked like just now, I guess I could say we’ve both been emotionally hurt in one way or another.”
I heard him sniff, and I hugged him tighter. What has happened to this poor boy?
“I… It just hurts so much, hyung. I just don’t understand w-why… why-“
“Shhhhh, It’s okay Junsu,” I whispered and he started to tremble.
“I l-loved him so much. I r-really did. I r-regret all t-the thing’s I’ve s-said,” He broke into tears, and all I could do was hold him in my arms and whisper encouraging words to him.
I looked up and I could see Yoochun standing by the door to our classroom. He looked just as broken as Junsu, and that was when everything hit me. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.
I smiled at him, as if ensuring him that Junsu would be okay. Yoochun nodded slowly and I could see his eyes turning glassy, but he held back the tears.
God, help these two. I don’t think neither of them could take it anymore.
~ ~ ~
I asked Junsu what the hell I should do, and he merely shrugged, “What do you think is right?”
“Gee, I don’t know Su. That’s why I asked you first,” I rolled my eyes.
He slapped me and laughed as I scowled. He started to hum and I could only sit there and watch him, waiting for him to pop an idea out of that stupid, intelligent brain.
It was silent for about a couple of minutes, before the bubbly man raised his hand and knocked on the wall behind him on the bed. He knocked in a certain pattern, and the occupant in the other room knocked back in a different pattern.
I’ve never been so confused in my life.
It wasn’t until Junho, Junsu’s twin brother, walked in and said, “So what’s the problem?”
The two just knocked to each other in some sort of Morse code. They knocked a message. A fucken message. What the hell do these two do in their spare time?!
Junsu sat up straight and ushered Junho to sit on the soft mattress. Junho smiled at me and jumped on. Junsu laughed.
“Well, Jaejoong here has some sort of problem-“
“Junsu, I may go to a different school, but gossip travel fast when our schools are right across and everyone knows each other. It involves Yunho, and it seems as though you’ve figured out why he’s giving Jaejoong so much shit. Right?” He turned to me and raised his eyebrows, as if waiting for me to answer.
I merely nodded, too shocked to react properly and Junho leant back with his arms leaning behind him against the mattress. He looked over to Junsu.
The other twin smirked, “Yeah, seems like he has a crush on Jaejoong, and this idiot right here doesn’t know what to do now.”
Junho raised his eyebrows and turned to me, “What do you mean? What is there to do? What are you meant to do about it anyway?”
“… What?” I asked. This was unbelievable! Who does he think he-
“You’ve found out he may have a crush on you, but does that entitle you to a role? Does it mean you have to go and tell him that you don’t feel the same? I’m not meaning any offence, Jaejoong-ah. It’s just that… you’re not really meant to do anything.”
It was silent for a moment, before Junsu decided to agree, “Junho’s right. You’re not meant to do anything.” He smiled at him, as if knowing he would say something logical. Damn, these smart brothers.
I sighed, and decided that, yeah, whatever, he made sense and everything, but…
I just don’t understand what the hell I’m worrying about.
I shook it off, and offered to get the twins drinks from downstairs, and before they could protest, I left the room.
I just need time to think.
~ ~ ~
Yunho didn’t call.
I’m not really sure if I’m meant to be happy or pissed off. It was like a mix of both but not quite. Like… I was happy that I didn’t need to deal with any more drama for the night, but I couldn’t ignore the fact that… Actually I don’t know why I’m pissed, but I am and it’s all Yunho’s fault.
If Junsu hadn’t told me that he might have had a crush on me (even if it’s not entirely true, the idea just scares me) I wouldn’t be over-analysing everything!
I huffed and slammed my locker shut, but the face that was behind my locker door scared the shit out of me.
“Y-YUNHO!”
“Hello, Jaejoong,” the said man said with a smile, and it was a nice, ‘I’m-not-going-to-punch-you-in-the-face’ smile. It was… Hey, he has nice teeth…
Wait, what if this is just a plan to get me with him? What if this is where he cuts the act and starts to act like a gentleman and tries to win my heart? Why the hell do I sound so cheesy?
What if he is going to confess-?
“OUCH!” I yelped.
Forget everything I said. The ass-licking idiot just punched my arm.
“I just wanted to apologize for not calling last night.”
“I don’t care…”
“Oh? I thought you would’ve waited for me. Were you jealous?”
What is this guy getting at…?
“Why would I be jealous?” I asked with my eyebrows raised. I don’t see the connection to what he just said.
“Well, I was spending the night with a couple of chicks. Changmin got invited to this big party and I was his ‘plus one’. They’re all pretty hot. Wanna see?” He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Yunho started yapping about the girls with ‘huge tits’ while pressing around on his phone to find a good photo, but I wasn’t listening, or more like I didn’t want to. The only thing that was running through my head was the fact that even though Yunho might have a crush on me, he was spending his night with a bunch of skanky sluts with huge tits instead of pestering me, the one who had feelings for.
I don’t know why, but it ticked me off. I couldn’t say anything though, Junho’s words were still in my head and there was that possibility of him not liking me at all. It was a 50/50 chance. Even less, probably. This shouldn’t drill my head in, but it was and I was feeling very... weird. Like… I wanted to slap Yunho across the face, kick all those chicks in the face and delete all of those photos that were sitting in his phone. It was as if they were meant to be there for me to get annoyed at. I wasn’t jealous, hell no! I was just really irritated. Yeah, irritated that I couldn’t do a damn thing.
In the end, I just huffed and walked away, the idiot yelling my name to come back.
~ ~ ~
“Honey, what’s wrong?” My mother asked me, her face pulled down to a frown. I shrugged, but I ushered her to sit down on the couch and plopped down right beside her. I spread myself over the couch and laid my head on her lap, looking up into my Mum’s eyes. They reminded me of my own, but they looked a little drowsier. I hope she isn’t working to hard…
“I… I don’t know. There’s this guy who likes to hurt me-“
“Jaejoong, what did you do?” I could feel her disappointment, as if thinking that I was the one who started it and I sighed.
“Mum, I didn’t do anything. I promise on your heart! He somehow got my number and has been bothering me ever since. He pushes me over - made my nose bleed a couple of days ago ‘cause my face landed face first on the floor. He almost beat the shit out of me-“
“Jaejoong, language.”
I rolled my eyes, “Almost beat me to the pulp.” She nodded for me to continue. Seriously, Mums.
“So, he hurts me physically, but he also has moments where he’s somewhat nice. I don’t get it, he’s my… ‘Bully’, but he looks at me like he cares at random moments. I can see it in his eyes. It’s like how you can see right through me, Mum.” I tried to explain, and she nodded.
She looked at me for a moment, and gave me a look that told me to continue. How the hell does she know there’s more to the story?
I sighed, “Me and Junsu talked about it, and Junsu came up with this crazy as idea that, well… the guy might… haveacrushonme.” I felt my face rapidly heating up, and I slapped my hands onto my face. I don’t know why I was embarrassed… but I was! Just the idea of it made me feel funny!
I felt her lap start to shake, and when I peeked through the thin gaps of my fingers, I could see her bite her quivering lip, a lame attempt to hold back her laugh. The second I groaned, she burst out into laughter.
“Mum!” I whined while I kicked my legs against the arm rest of the couch. She’s meant to help me! Not laugh at my stupid problem! I guess it’s better to tell her than Dad. He would’ve told me to man up and beat him up too.
“Oh, Jaejoong-ah,” She laughed and threaded her fingers through my hair. She had a very bright smile on her face and I couldn’t help but smile back, even if it was small. She had this ability to make you smile when you really didn’t want to. Sort of like Junsu, but without the humour. That’s what I love about Mum.
“I’m so stumped on what to do, Mum! “ I exhaled deeply and crossed my arms. She hummed in response.
“Well, if he really does seem to care in these random moments, I guess it’s best to make the most out of them. But before that, I want to ask you something.”
I blinked, and raised an eyebrow. She stared at me and then bit her lip, “How do you feel about him?”
I choked, “M-Mum! What the hell?!” I sat up and looked at her in disbelief. I remember Junsu asking me something similar, but Mum too?
“What? I’m just wondering. Usually, you don’t make such a big deal out of these things. Remember that cute girl in middle school with the blonde hair? Junsu said she had a crush on you, but you just rubbed it off. I didn’t find out until months after when Junsu brought it up over dinner! And then there was the sweet girl who-“
“Mum! This is different! It’s a guy!” I yelled with my arms outstretched, as if trying to wave the idea in her face. She did have a point though…
She just blinked, “So?” She cocked her head to the side, and I groaned.
“You don’t care if the kid is gay?”
“No. Why should I be? Your Dad had friend who liked guys, and I saw no harm in it. Your uncle is gay too.”
“What? Who?” Why the heck didn’t I know about this?
Mum rolled her and leaned back into the cushions of the couch, “Heechul. And don’t change the subject! How do you feel about…?”
“Yunho,” I sighed.
“Yes, Yunho. How do you feel about him?”
“Mum, I hate him! He’s a-“
“Look past the hate and look a little deeper, Jaejoong-ah. It’s best to forget about what is blinding our minds and look inside the heart. It’s cheesy, I know, but do it.”
“I’ll try, but I don’t make any promises.”
Continue on to Part 3b.
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