Stolen Hearts and Shoes [5]
Title: Stolen Hearts and Shoes
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no one. Not even Junsu. T.T
Pairing: Yoosu ::::: Yunjae, mystery pairing...
Length: [5/6]
Genre: Romantic smut comedy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sex, language, duckbutt
Summary: Yoochun, the love-starved, writer's blocked songwriter is one day (forcibly) introduced to the new neighbors. However, his first impression of someone's bare, wet ass isn't quite what he expected. And while his roommate stirs up more trouble than he can handle, Yoochun discovers secrets about his neighbors that inspire him more than he would've ever imagined.
Soggy Wifebeaters
Reindeer Sex
Yoochun Had a Little Lamb
Puff Daddy
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Jaejoong's Pants
For the next few sleepless nights, Yoochun thought of nothing but Junsu. And the questions building in his mind nearly drove him insane.
It was such a whirlwind of vomit-inducing peril that he could no longer translate his thoughts into music. He was back to square one. Again.
He stared numbly at the notebook holding his old compositions on his now dusty piano. Something was missing. Many things were missing.
One of his favorite shoes. His special pencil that he always composed music with. The necklace his brother had gotten him for his birthday. The empty space in the center of his chest.
Yoochun glanced at the window he'd always left open, watching the sheer blue curtain billow with the wind. The cool breeze usually calmed his nerves in the day and lulled him to sleep at night. But not tonight. Not for many nights, in fact.
He stood up from his piano bench and wandered. Out into the hallway, socks sliding against the hardwood floor. He found himself in Jaejoong's room. He slipped under the thin covers and cuddled in next to him.
The older man stirred and mumbled something that sounded like, "Mmm, strawberry yogurt."
His eyes squinted open when he realized there was someone else in bed with him. "Changmin? I thought you left already."
Yoochun whined into the pillow.
With a gasp, Jaejoong rolled over. "Yoochun?! Why are you in my bed?"
Yoochun whined again.
"But I thought you hated my bed. It's not 'cozy' enough for you. And my room's not sub-Arctic." Jaejoong hissed.
Yoochun whined.
With a low groan, Jaejoong softened his voice. "Changmin was just here, Chun. This...this is awkward."
Yoochun whined.
"At least wait for me to wash the sheets."
Yoochun whined.
"...And put some clothes on."
Yoochun whined. "You're such a whore."
Jaejoong kicked him. And then he wrapped an arm around Yoochun and pulled him into his naked chest. He muttered, "Don't get too close down there. I'm not wearing pants."
Yoochun whined.
"What's wrong?" Jaejoong murmured groggily but warmly into Yoochun's hair.
Yoochun mumbled, "Love."
Jaejoong gave a confused grunt. "Love? How could you have love problems if you never leave the house?"
Yoochun said a bit quieter, "Because he's right next door."
Jaejoong's brow furrowed. When it finally hit him, he gasped. "Junsu?!"
Rather than responding, Yoochun buried himself in Jaejoong's chest, figuring his voice will stop wavering if he just stopped talking. He finally fell asleep for the first time in days. Jaejoong held him tight all night.
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When Yoochun had built a bit more strength and Jaejoong had grown tired of cradling Yoochun after late night sex, Yoochun considered a plan of action: He would steal Jaejoong's cell phone.
He knew Jaejoong had Changmin's house number. When he wasn't fucking Yunho, he was fucking Changmin and if the way Jaejoong went on and on about the new neighbor meant anything, it meant he had quickly become just as serious about Changmin as he was with Yunho.
Which meant he definitely had his contact number.
He might not know Junsu's cell number but he could at least reach his house. And Junsu was just as tragically unemployed as Yoochun was. Of course, he was at home.
But was he stuffing himself with cereal because he'd never gotten to buy that ice cream because he's head over heels, but woefully depressed and drowning his sorrows in sugary blobs that didn't even look like the bunnies on the front of the box like Yoochun was?
"Chunnie," Jaejoong bustled by the couch, fastening an earring into the top outer edge of cartilage of his ear and tossing his hair into that wind-blown, just-had-sex-in-a-limo look he'd somehow mastered. "I'm on my way out. Call me if you need me." He stopped in front of the couch to glare. "Don't need me."
Yoochun sat on his usual place on the couch watching TV, still clad in pajamas with cereal crumbs sprinkled here and there. He hoped whatever was on this channel would stay good because the remote control was still broken and he wasn't getting up to change the channel. "So who is it tonight? Yunho or Changmin?"
When Jaejoong reached over the couch, Yoochun should've seen it coming. He slung a couch pillow at Yoochun's face.
"Neither." Jaejoong growled and walked into the kitchen in search of his jacket, still talking to Yoochun. "I'm just going out with friends tonight, I swear."
"Oh, really? Because Changmin was originally supposed to be my special friend and somehow he always ends up in your pants. No chance a little mishap like that will happen again with your good friends tonight, right?"
Maybe if Jaejoong had let Yoochun have a chance at a quick fuck or at least a little making out or perhaps just flirting with Changmin that first day, he wouldn't have fallen so quickly, so shittily in love with Junsu.
Jaejoong returned to the living room clad in a jacket and a scowl. "First of all, I'm not a whore. Secondly, what happened with Changmin was a minor miscalculation. I'll fix it. Eventually. Thirdly, I'm not a whore."
Yoochun quirked an eyebrow. "So you never calculated that you'd fall in love with the next door neighbor and Yunho?"
"Shut up." Jaejoong snapped irritably. "Okay, Changmin was just supposed to be someone to harmlessly flirt with on the side. I wasn't even supposed to kiss him. But we did and then we just kept going and then I figured he'd just be a quick fling and Yunho would never have to know. But it's not like that anymore, I'm confused as hell and if I don't fix this soon, someone's gonna get hurt and it'll be all my fault. I'd appreciate it if you didn't judge me."
"But that's what friends are for."
Jaejoong slammed the door behind him without another word. But Yoochun knew he wasn't mad at him. Because he knew Yoochun could relate to unintentionally falling for the neighbor, but with dire consequences. They connected like best friends should.
Once Jaejoong's car roared to life and the sound of the engine disappeared around the curb for a worry-free, booze-induced evening, Yoochun sat up and pulled out the specimen he'd been hiding under his butt since Jaejoong had gone to take a shower.
He quickly skimmed through the contacts list on Jaejoong's stolen phone and found Changmin's home and cell phone numbers. He stared at it. He memorized the digits. He associated a poetic metaphor to Junsu with every number.
Zero is for the amount of won in my bank account after our wondrous grocery adventure, sweet lover.
One is for the heart that beats desperately for you and only you, Junsu, Junsu, Kim Junsu.
Zero is for the nights I sleep without seeing your smiling, golden face.
Damn, I'm pathetic. Yoochun shook his head and called the number, listening to each dial tone with apprehension. It finally stopped with Changmin's voice.
"Hey, you've reached Changmin and Junsu--"
"Hey, man! It's me, Yoochun. Is Junsu--"
"--not home right now but leave us a message and we'll get back to you. See ya!"
Yoochun snapped the phone shut and stared at it. What were the odds both of them just didn't get to the phone in time?
He called again. It rang. Changmin's prerecorded voice picked up.
Okay. Changmin might have gone out. But what about Junsu?
Something yanked at a tender place in Yoochun's heart.
It was more likely that he'd be home. Yoochun knew he had to be home. Because if they were as alike as Yoochun thought they were, where else would Junsu go? He didn't have a job and he'd just moved into town and had no friends.
Except for Yoochun. But that bridge had burned pretty quickly. And if Yoochun had learned anything that day in the grocery store, Junsu wouldn't open up to anyone new unless that person nearly sold their soul just to get him to say hi back.
He must have seen the caller ID. And even though Yoochun was using Jaejoong's cell and Junsu probably knew Jaejoong wasn't calling for him and would just let him leave Changmin a message on the voicemail, Junsu must psychologically know that it's really that creep, Yoochun, calling from Jaejoong's phone and decided to ignore him.
Yoochun smacked himself with the broken remote control. He was literally going crazy. Why couldn't Yoochun ever think like a normal human being? Like perhaps Junsu was just in the shower.
Naked.
Yoochun looked down at the newly formed tent in his pants. It looked back up at him. He sighed. Might as well have passionate, imaginary, make up sex with Junsu in his head because apparently, it would be a while before he actually got to talk to him.
Just as Yoochun had adjusted his pants down, a loud bump came from somewhere in the house. He paid no attention at first. Probably just the house creaking. But it happened again. Louder.
Yoochun froze. He scrambled off the couch, tripping over his pants around his ankles, to turn the TV off. He stood perfectly still. He could hear rustling. And Jaejoong had clearly left a long time ago.
Someone else was in the house.
Yoochun looked around frantically. The only weapons he had were some couch pillows, a remote control and a gigantic bowl with cereal crumbs at the bottom. Pulling up his pants, he took both a pillow and the bowl and quietly tiptoed down the hallway draped in shadows.
Back against the wall, he peered into Jaejoong's room, Mission Impossible style. There was nothing in there. But he heard another bump coming from his own room.
Gulping hard and holding his breath, Yoochun crept further down the hallway, not entirely sure what he was going to do once he got there but if he didn't crap his pants, he'd consider it an accomplishment.
Once he arrived at the very edge of the doorway, Yoochun pressed himself against the wall and closed his eyes. He counted to three. Then he started over and counted to five. Once he hit eleven, he opened his eyes and leapt through the doorway, cereal bowl poised to kill.
His blue curtain billowed with the wind just as a darkened figure slipped out the open window and walked off out of sight.
Yoochun screamed like a little girl and spastically hurled his pillow at the window despite the fact that the intruder had been long gone. It flew out the open window and landed on the grass outside.
Dropping the bowl of cereal crumbs at his feet, Yoochun dashed to the kitchen and grabbed his phone to dial, only to realize that Jaejoong's stolen phone lay buzzing in the living room, useless.
Thus, he curled up on the couch for hours with the TV off and the broken remote control in one hand in case the intruder came back.
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Jaejoong tossed his keys on the kitchen table, eyes darting between Yoochun's as if to decide whether this were a joke or not. "A burglar?"
"YES." Yoochun nearly squealed, following on the other's heels, making sure Jaejoong never walked more than two meters away from him as the eldest took off a sock and tossed it in a corner in the kitchen. But although Yoochun was wound tight, he could still see that the night had worn Jaejoong out.
"I asked you why my couch pillow is lying out in the middle of the yard. How does THAT answer my question?"
Yoochun tried not to whimper.
Jaejoong let out a sigh he'd probably been holding for hours and ran a hand through his hair. "Did they steal anything?"
Yoochun blinked. "Steal anything?"
"Of course. Did he take anything of value? Is anything missing?" Jaejoong shrugged off his jacket. "Or did he just sneak in hoping to catch one of us off guard and rape us in our sleep? Or maybe he just wanted to take pictures. Maybe both."
"I don't know..." Yoochun shuddered, eyes wide. "I haven't checked."
"Well how did he get in?"
Yoochun scratched the back of his head. "Um......my window."
Jaejoong eyed him murderously. "You mean the one you always keep open 24/7?"
Yoochun nodded and Jaejoong threw his jacket at him.
The elder headed out of the kitchen, shedding clothing as he went and leaving a trail of laundry on the floor. "Well, keep the window closed for the next few days--or forever. I certainly wouldn't mind that." Jaejoong pulled his shirt over his head, the muscles in his back flexing, and carelessly dropped it to the floor. "We'll call the police if he comes back."
Yoochun eyed his friend with concern, noticing the droop of his shoulders and fatigue apparent in his voice. Not to mention he was leaving a mess of dirty laundry trailing through the house. Very uncharacteristic of Umma Kim Jaejoong. Something was definitely up. "Are you okay, Jae?"
Jaejoong let out another sigh, pulling off his other sock as he headed past the living room. "Just tired. I had a long night."
"I thought you just went drinking with a few friends."
"I did." Jaejoong undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. At this point, he was down to a pair of boxers and a silver necklace. "But apparently Yunho decided to go out with his friends, too."
"And that's bad?"
"No. Not unless Changmin also chooses to go to that same bar on the same night with Junsu."
"Oh..." Don't get Yoochun wrong. He was deeply concerned about his best friend. He was. But the mention of Junsu had utterly sidetracked him for the rest of the conversation. At least this explained why no one had picked up the phone. Maybe he should've called Changmin's cell.
"So, naturally, I bumped into both of them at some point and had to run around opposite ends of the bar talking to Yunho, keeping my friends happy and entertaining Changmin and all the while making absolutely sure none of them meet. Of course it'd be a disaster if Changmin and Yunho met each other. And everyone knows Heechul can't keep his mouth shut. If he suspected something, he'd say something stupid to one of my lovers and I'd be dead." Jaejoong stopped outside the bathroom and looked at Yoochun with a genuine pout. "I didn't even get to drink."
Yoochun stared at him blankly as if he'd just dropped out of the sky. "Huh?"
Jaejoong glowered. "Thanks for listening, friend."
"No, no!" Yoochun protested. "I was listening. Kinda."
Jaejoong glared. And it almost hurt Yoochun physically.
"Alright, alright." Yoochun held up his hands to deflect any quick, debilitating blows that may follow. "We'll go out to drink some time, just you and me in a crappy bar somewhere that nobody knows about and you can get plastered on shitty beer and talk to me as long as you want in peace. No running around and making anybody happy but you. Okay, Jae?"
Although he tried to keep that stony look on his face, eventually Jaejoong caved. It was times like these he loved Jaejoong most because he only caved for Yoochun. "Okay. But you do realize I'm gonna have to pay for my own pity party."
"Yeah, but you get to spill all the heartache of a two-timing whore to a caring friend with an empty wallet and a listening ear. And that's priceless." He grinned.
Jaejoong dropped his boxers right there in the hallway and wiped that shit-eating grin off Yoochun's face with it before slamming the bathroom door behind him and taking a long, hot shower.
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After mentally preparing himself for about fifteen minutes, Yoochun finally worked up the balls to go back into his room. He closed the window tight and locked it shut. He stepped back to watch his curtain fall motionless.
When the wind blew and the sun shined, it would splash living aqua all over the walls. But now it was still, dull and lifeless. On a second thought, Yoochun turned off his floor fan, too. No way in hell was he sleeping in his own room for a couple of nights.
He took another look around his room. His bed was unmade, his lonely left shoe whose partner he had yet to find lay next to the door, his dresser drawers were half pulled out with articles of clothing spilling out and his closet was in complete disarray--just the way he'd left it.
In fact, right away, it didn't look like the burglar had stolen anything. All his jewelry (Well, mostly Jaejoong's) was still scattered all over his dresser, untouched and it wasn't like Yoochun had any cash to steal.
He sat down on his piano bench, back facing the keys and surveyed the room. Maybe the intruder had heard Yoochun coming before he could get to steal anything. Maybe he just dropped by to say hi but chickened out...
But no. Something was missing.
A void had been created in this room after that person had crawled out his window and he had to find out what. It was something important. Yoochun knew it deep in his bones.
He gasped sharply.
Turning around on his bench to face his piano, he stared at it. As if the longer he gaped, eventually it would come back and materialize right in front of him. But it was gone.
His music notebook had been stolen.
Yoochun jerked up and went bumbling around the room, searching in the closet, under the bed, in his bed, in the dressers. But it was impossible because ever since he could remember, he'd always left that book on his piano stand.
That notebook held music that Yoochun had been writing for over the past seven years. It was all his emotions, his thoughts, his dreams--That book defined him.
What kind of cruel son of a bitch would do such a thing? Would he sell all the stolen music to some big record company and make millions of dollars off Yoochun's creations, his heart?
Even though Yoochun had made quite a bit of money on a handful of songs, even he hardly considered his music to be that good. But that was because he'd never really been truly struck with something so compelling that he had to put it in a song.
Til the day he heard Junsu's voice.
Yoochun shook his head disbelievingly and collapsed on the piano bench. The first song he'd started in months was in there. He'd never be able to rewrite it the same way. It would lose its vibrance, its life. It was gone forever.
Growling, Yoochun launched off the bench, reached for the lone shoe and hurled it at the window, watching it bounce off the glass through the curtain and fall to the floor.
He'd lost his job, his music and his love before it had even started. And now he'd lost the comfort of the room he'd kept cold so he could snuggle beneath several layers of blankets and feel protected from the world at least for a couple of hours.
But now tonight was both Jaejoong and Yoochun's night to protect each other. Curled up in Jaejoong's bed, arms draped over one another. Because when the world served them misery, cold and callous, it was the comfort of each other that kept them both warm at night.
Six [Final]
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I made a reference to a oneshot I've written recently somewhere in this chapter. ;D Can anyone find it?
I can't believe these last 2 chapters gave me 2-3 month writer's block. O_O" But on the bright side, I'm currently studying abroad in Korea (procrastinating on this essay) and it's awesome! :D Going shopping/palace-hopping tomorrow~
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no one. Not even Junsu. T.T
Pairing: Yoosu ::::: Yunjae, mystery pairing...
Length: [5/6]
Genre: Romantic smut comedy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sex, language, duckbutt
Summary: Yoochun, the love-starved, writer's blocked songwriter is one day (forcibly) introduced to the new neighbors. However, his first impression of someone's bare, wet ass isn't quite what he expected. And while his roommate stirs up more trouble than he can handle, Yoochun discovers secrets about his neighbors that inspire him more than he would've ever imagined.
Soggy Wifebeaters
Reindeer Sex
Yoochun Had a Little Lamb
Puff Daddy
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Jaejoong's Pants
For the next few sleepless nights, Yoochun thought of nothing but Junsu. And the questions building in his mind nearly drove him insane.
It was such a whirlwind of vomit-inducing peril that he could no longer translate his thoughts into music. He was back to square one. Again.
He stared numbly at the notebook holding his old compositions on his now dusty piano. Something was missing. Many things were missing.
One of his favorite shoes. His special pencil that he always composed music with. The necklace his brother had gotten him for his birthday. The empty space in the center of his chest.
Yoochun glanced at the window he'd always left open, watching the sheer blue curtain billow with the wind. The cool breeze usually calmed his nerves in the day and lulled him to sleep at night. But not tonight. Not for many nights, in fact.
He stood up from his piano bench and wandered. Out into the hallway, socks sliding against the hardwood floor. He found himself in Jaejoong's room. He slipped under the thin covers and cuddled in next to him.
The older man stirred and mumbled something that sounded like, "Mmm, strawberry yogurt."
His eyes squinted open when he realized there was someone else in bed with him. "Changmin? I thought you left already."
Yoochun whined into the pillow.
With a gasp, Jaejoong rolled over. "Yoochun?! Why are you in my bed?"
Yoochun whined again.
"But I thought you hated my bed. It's not 'cozy' enough for you. And my room's not sub-Arctic." Jaejoong hissed.
Yoochun whined.
With a low groan, Jaejoong softened his voice. "Changmin was just here, Chun. This...this is awkward."
Yoochun whined.
"At least wait for me to wash the sheets."
Yoochun whined.
"...And put some clothes on."
Yoochun whined. "You're such a whore."
Jaejoong kicked him. And then he wrapped an arm around Yoochun and pulled him into his naked chest. He muttered, "Don't get too close down there. I'm not wearing pants."
Yoochun whined.
"What's wrong?" Jaejoong murmured groggily but warmly into Yoochun's hair.
Yoochun mumbled, "Love."
Jaejoong gave a confused grunt. "Love? How could you have love problems if you never leave the house?"
Yoochun said a bit quieter, "Because he's right next door."
Jaejoong's brow furrowed. When it finally hit him, he gasped. "Junsu?!"
Rather than responding, Yoochun buried himself in Jaejoong's chest, figuring his voice will stop wavering if he just stopped talking. He finally fell asleep for the first time in days. Jaejoong held him tight all night.
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When Yoochun had built a bit more strength and Jaejoong had grown tired of cradling Yoochun after late night sex, Yoochun considered a plan of action: He would steal Jaejoong's cell phone.
He knew Jaejoong had Changmin's house number. When he wasn't fucking Yunho, he was fucking Changmin and if the way Jaejoong went on and on about the new neighbor meant anything, it meant he had quickly become just as serious about Changmin as he was with Yunho.
Which meant he definitely had his contact number.
He might not know Junsu's cell number but he could at least reach his house. And Junsu was just as tragically unemployed as Yoochun was. Of course, he was at home.
But was he stuffing himself with cereal because he'd never gotten to buy that ice cream because he's head over heels, but woefully depressed and drowning his sorrows in sugary blobs that didn't even look like the bunnies on the front of the box like Yoochun was?
"Chunnie," Jaejoong bustled by the couch, fastening an earring into the top outer edge of cartilage of his ear and tossing his hair into that wind-blown, just-had-sex-in-a-limo look he'd somehow mastered. "I'm on my way out. Call me if you need me." He stopped in front of the couch to glare. "Don't need me."
Yoochun sat on his usual place on the couch watching TV, still clad in pajamas with cereal crumbs sprinkled here and there. He hoped whatever was on this channel would stay good because the remote control was still broken and he wasn't getting up to change the channel. "So who is it tonight? Yunho or Changmin?"
When Jaejoong reached over the couch, Yoochun should've seen it coming. He slung a couch pillow at Yoochun's face.
"Neither." Jaejoong growled and walked into the kitchen in search of his jacket, still talking to Yoochun. "I'm just going out with friends tonight, I swear."
"Oh, really? Because Changmin was originally supposed to be my special friend and somehow he always ends up in your pants. No chance a little mishap like that will happen again with your good friends tonight, right?"
Maybe if Jaejoong had let Yoochun have a chance at a quick fuck or at least a little making out or perhaps just flirting with Changmin that first day, he wouldn't have fallen so quickly, so shittily in love with Junsu.
Jaejoong returned to the living room clad in a jacket and a scowl. "First of all, I'm not a whore. Secondly, what happened with Changmin was a minor miscalculation. I'll fix it. Eventually. Thirdly, I'm not a whore."
Yoochun quirked an eyebrow. "So you never calculated that you'd fall in love with the next door neighbor and Yunho?"
"Shut up." Jaejoong snapped irritably. "Okay, Changmin was just supposed to be someone to harmlessly flirt with on the side. I wasn't even supposed to kiss him. But we did and then we just kept going and then I figured he'd just be a quick fling and Yunho would never have to know. But it's not like that anymore, I'm confused as hell and if I don't fix this soon, someone's gonna get hurt and it'll be all my fault. I'd appreciate it if you didn't judge me."
"But that's what friends are for."
Jaejoong slammed the door behind him without another word. But Yoochun knew he wasn't mad at him. Because he knew Yoochun could relate to unintentionally falling for the neighbor, but with dire consequences. They connected like best friends should.
Once Jaejoong's car roared to life and the sound of the engine disappeared around the curb for a worry-free, booze-induced evening, Yoochun sat up and pulled out the specimen he'd been hiding under his butt since Jaejoong had gone to take a shower.
He quickly skimmed through the contacts list on Jaejoong's stolen phone and found Changmin's home and cell phone numbers. He stared at it. He memorized the digits. He associated a poetic metaphor to Junsu with every number.
Zero is for the amount of won in my bank account after our wondrous grocery adventure, sweet lover.
One is for the heart that beats desperately for you and only you, Junsu, Junsu, Kim Junsu.
Zero is for the nights I sleep without seeing your smiling, golden face.
Damn, I'm pathetic. Yoochun shook his head and called the number, listening to each dial tone with apprehension. It finally stopped with Changmin's voice.
"Hey, you've reached Changmin and Junsu--"
"Hey, man! It's me, Yoochun. Is Junsu--"
"--not home right now but leave us a message and we'll get back to you. See ya!"
Yoochun snapped the phone shut and stared at it. What were the odds both of them just didn't get to the phone in time?
He called again. It rang. Changmin's prerecorded voice picked up.
Okay. Changmin might have gone out. But what about Junsu?
Something yanked at a tender place in Yoochun's heart.
It was more likely that he'd be home. Yoochun knew he had to be home. Because if they were as alike as Yoochun thought they were, where else would Junsu go? He didn't have a job and he'd just moved into town and had no friends.
Except for Yoochun. But that bridge had burned pretty quickly. And if Yoochun had learned anything that day in the grocery store, Junsu wouldn't open up to anyone new unless that person nearly sold their soul just to get him to say hi back.
He must have seen the caller ID. And even though Yoochun was using Jaejoong's cell and Junsu probably knew Jaejoong wasn't calling for him and would just let him leave Changmin a message on the voicemail, Junsu must psychologically know that it's really that creep, Yoochun, calling from Jaejoong's phone and decided to ignore him.
Yoochun smacked himself with the broken remote control. He was literally going crazy. Why couldn't Yoochun ever think like a normal human being? Like perhaps Junsu was just in the shower.
Naked.
Yoochun looked down at the newly formed tent in his pants. It looked back up at him. He sighed. Might as well have passionate, imaginary, make up sex with Junsu in his head because apparently, it would be a while before he actually got to talk to him.
Just as Yoochun had adjusted his pants down, a loud bump came from somewhere in the house. He paid no attention at first. Probably just the house creaking. But it happened again. Louder.
Yoochun froze. He scrambled off the couch, tripping over his pants around his ankles, to turn the TV off. He stood perfectly still. He could hear rustling. And Jaejoong had clearly left a long time ago.
Someone else was in the house.
Yoochun looked around frantically. The only weapons he had were some couch pillows, a remote control and a gigantic bowl with cereal crumbs at the bottom. Pulling up his pants, he took both a pillow and the bowl and quietly tiptoed down the hallway draped in shadows.
Back against the wall, he peered into Jaejoong's room, Mission Impossible style. There was nothing in there. But he heard another bump coming from his own room.
Gulping hard and holding his breath, Yoochun crept further down the hallway, not entirely sure what he was going to do once he got there but if he didn't crap his pants, he'd consider it an accomplishment.
Once he arrived at the very edge of the doorway, Yoochun pressed himself against the wall and closed his eyes. He counted to three. Then he started over and counted to five. Once he hit eleven, he opened his eyes and leapt through the doorway, cereal bowl poised to kill.
His blue curtain billowed with the wind just as a darkened figure slipped out the open window and walked off out of sight.
Yoochun screamed like a little girl and spastically hurled his pillow at the window despite the fact that the intruder had been long gone. It flew out the open window and landed on the grass outside.
Dropping the bowl of cereal crumbs at his feet, Yoochun dashed to the kitchen and grabbed his phone to dial, only to realize that Jaejoong's stolen phone lay buzzing in the living room, useless.
Thus, he curled up on the couch for hours with the TV off and the broken remote control in one hand in case the intruder came back.
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Jaejoong tossed his keys on the kitchen table, eyes darting between Yoochun's as if to decide whether this were a joke or not. "A burglar?"
"YES." Yoochun nearly squealed, following on the other's heels, making sure Jaejoong never walked more than two meters away from him as the eldest took off a sock and tossed it in a corner in the kitchen. But although Yoochun was wound tight, he could still see that the night had worn Jaejoong out.
"I asked you why my couch pillow is lying out in the middle of the yard. How does THAT answer my question?"
Yoochun tried not to whimper.
Jaejoong let out a sigh he'd probably been holding for hours and ran a hand through his hair. "Did they steal anything?"
Yoochun blinked. "Steal anything?"
"Of course. Did he take anything of value? Is anything missing?" Jaejoong shrugged off his jacket. "Or did he just sneak in hoping to catch one of us off guard and rape us in our sleep? Or maybe he just wanted to take pictures. Maybe both."
"I don't know..." Yoochun shuddered, eyes wide. "I haven't checked."
"Well how did he get in?"
Yoochun scratched the back of his head. "Um......my window."
Jaejoong eyed him murderously. "You mean the one you always keep open 24/7?"
Yoochun nodded and Jaejoong threw his jacket at him.
The elder headed out of the kitchen, shedding clothing as he went and leaving a trail of laundry on the floor. "Well, keep the window closed for the next few days--or forever. I certainly wouldn't mind that." Jaejoong pulled his shirt over his head, the muscles in his back flexing, and carelessly dropped it to the floor. "We'll call the police if he comes back."
Yoochun eyed his friend with concern, noticing the droop of his shoulders and fatigue apparent in his voice. Not to mention he was leaving a mess of dirty laundry trailing through the house. Very uncharacteristic of Umma Kim Jaejoong. Something was definitely up. "Are you okay, Jae?"
Jaejoong let out another sigh, pulling off his other sock as he headed past the living room. "Just tired. I had a long night."
"I thought you just went drinking with a few friends."
"I did." Jaejoong undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. At this point, he was down to a pair of boxers and a silver necklace. "But apparently Yunho decided to go out with his friends, too."
"And that's bad?"
"No. Not unless Changmin also chooses to go to that same bar on the same night with Junsu."
"Oh..." Don't get Yoochun wrong. He was deeply concerned about his best friend. He was. But the mention of Junsu had utterly sidetracked him for the rest of the conversation. At least this explained why no one had picked up the phone. Maybe he should've called Changmin's cell.
"So, naturally, I bumped into both of them at some point and had to run around opposite ends of the bar talking to Yunho, keeping my friends happy and entertaining Changmin and all the while making absolutely sure none of them meet. Of course it'd be a disaster if Changmin and Yunho met each other. And everyone knows Heechul can't keep his mouth shut. If he suspected something, he'd say something stupid to one of my lovers and I'd be dead." Jaejoong stopped outside the bathroom and looked at Yoochun with a genuine pout. "I didn't even get to drink."
Yoochun stared at him blankly as if he'd just dropped out of the sky. "Huh?"
Jaejoong glowered. "Thanks for listening, friend."
"No, no!" Yoochun protested. "I was listening. Kinda."
Jaejoong glared. And it almost hurt Yoochun physically.
"Alright, alright." Yoochun held up his hands to deflect any quick, debilitating blows that may follow. "We'll go out to drink some time, just you and me in a crappy bar somewhere that nobody knows about and you can get plastered on shitty beer and talk to me as long as you want in peace. No running around and making anybody happy but you. Okay, Jae?"
Although he tried to keep that stony look on his face, eventually Jaejoong caved. It was times like these he loved Jaejoong most because he only caved for Yoochun. "Okay. But you do realize I'm gonna have to pay for my own pity party."
"Yeah, but you get to spill all the heartache of a two-timing whore to a caring friend with an empty wallet and a listening ear. And that's priceless." He grinned.
Jaejoong dropped his boxers right there in the hallway and wiped that shit-eating grin off Yoochun's face with it before slamming the bathroom door behind him and taking a long, hot shower.
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After mentally preparing himself for about fifteen minutes, Yoochun finally worked up the balls to go back into his room. He closed the window tight and locked it shut. He stepped back to watch his curtain fall motionless.
When the wind blew and the sun shined, it would splash living aqua all over the walls. But now it was still, dull and lifeless. On a second thought, Yoochun turned off his floor fan, too. No way in hell was he sleeping in his own room for a couple of nights.
He took another look around his room. His bed was unmade, his lonely left shoe whose partner he had yet to find lay next to the door, his dresser drawers were half pulled out with articles of clothing spilling out and his closet was in complete disarray--just the way he'd left it.
In fact, right away, it didn't look like the burglar had stolen anything. All his jewelry (Well, mostly Jaejoong's) was still scattered all over his dresser, untouched and it wasn't like Yoochun had any cash to steal.
He sat down on his piano bench, back facing the keys and surveyed the room. Maybe the intruder had heard Yoochun coming before he could get to steal anything. Maybe he just dropped by to say hi but chickened out...
But no. Something was missing.
A void had been created in this room after that person had crawled out his window and he had to find out what. It was something important. Yoochun knew it deep in his bones.
He gasped sharply.
Turning around on his bench to face his piano, he stared at it. As if the longer he gaped, eventually it would come back and materialize right in front of him. But it was gone.
His music notebook had been stolen.
Yoochun jerked up and went bumbling around the room, searching in the closet, under the bed, in his bed, in the dressers. But it was impossible because ever since he could remember, he'd always left that book on his piano stand.
That notebook held music that Yoochun had been writing for over the past seven years. It was all his emotions, his thoughts, his dreams--That book defined him.
What kind of cruel son of a bitch would do such a thing? Would he sell all the stolen music to some big record company and make millions of dollars off Yoochun's creations, his heart?
Even though Yoochun had made quite a bit of money on a handful of songs, even he hardly considered his music to be that good. But that was because he'd never really been truly struck with something so compelling that he had to put it in a song.
Til the day he heard Junsu's voice.
Yoochun shook his head disbelievingly and collapsed on the piano bench. The first song he'd started in months was in there. He'd never be able to rewrite it the same way. It would lose its vibrance, its life. It was gone forever.
Growling, Yoochun launched off the bench, reached for the lone shoe and hurled it at the window, watching it bounce off the glass through the curtain and fall to the floor.
He'd lost his job, his music and his love before it had even started. And now he'd lost the comfort of the room he'd kept cold so he could snuggle beneath several layers of blankets and feel protected from the world at least for a couple of hours.
But now tonight was both Jaejoong and Yoochun's night to protect each other. Curled up in Jaejoong's bed, arms draped over one another. Because when the world served them misery, cold and callous, it was the comfort of each other that kept them both warm at night.
Six [Final]
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I made a reference to a oneshot I've written recently somewhere in this chapter. ;D Can anyone find it?
I can't believe these last 2 chapters gave me 2-3 month writer's block. O_O" But on the bright side, I'm currently studying abroad in Korea (procrastinating on this essay) and it's awesome! :D Going shopping/palace-hopping tomorrow~
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