[One-shot] Selfless Acts
Title: Selfless Acts
Author: Jeannie
kerori63
Genre: One-shot; not really much, slight angst but also romance and fluff
Pairing: JaeHo/YunJae
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The plot and diction belong to me; the characters do not.
Summary: Yunho's always put everyone else before himself...
A/N: I've been holding on to this plot idea for awhile, but it came out pretty "meh" so I'm sorry if it's terrible. >.<;;
Selfless Acts
I heard later that he had jumped in front of the car to save some kid: a little boy with a preoccupied mother and an excessively bouncy red ball that decided to bounce into the middle of the street at precisely the wrong moment. Well, maybe the right moment, for that boy at least…not for Yunho.
They probably told me the story when it happened, but all I can remember of those first few moments is the litany that must have replayed itself in my head a million times that day: “Yunho’s in the hospital, he’s unconscious right now - ”. That was it for me; I was gone, striding towards my car and racing out onto the street towards the hospital. I had heard all that was necessary, knew the only thing that mattered: Yunho needed me.
Yoochun and Junsu were with me, when we heard about the accident; we were getting ready for a photo shoot and waiting for the other two to show. Yoochun and Junsu just looked at me, understanding apparent in their eyes.
“Call us if there’s anything we can do,” was all Yoochun said. Junsu handed me my keys, silently patting me on the shoulder, adding support to Yoochun’s promise. They knew, too.
The daze I had fallen into continued as I walked through the main doors of the emergency room. With my mind focused only on Yunho, my selective hearing continued too. A few necessary details - room number 327, third floor - penetrated the fog in my head before I closed my ears to the onslaught of sounds bombarding them and went in search for stairs. Outlines blurred and faces went unnoticed as I walked through the hospital, looking for him.
Changmin was sitting outside of the room when I got there, drying tear tracks and swollen eyes betraying his calm demeanor as he rose to greet me.
“He’s doing alright,” Changmin said matter-of-factly, answering my unasked question. Changmin was always business first. “He hasn’t woken up yet, but the doctor said that the worst has passed; he has a broken rib that just missed puncturing his right lung, but they’re optimistic. Other than the scratches and bumps, he only has a couple broken ribs…the doctor said he’s lucky, if he hadn’t been in such good shape - ”
Changmin broke off abruptly, shaking with suppressed tears and unable to continue. I put my hands on his shoulders to comfort him, fighting my own internal battle against my tear ducts, as he shook his head.
“I’m so sorry, hyung, Yunho was out in the street before I even realized what was going on and I called after him but he wouldn’t come back, Jae I couldn’t do anything I just…” he babbled and sobbed uncontrollably as tears started once again to roll down his cheeks.
It always amazed me how someone so tall could manage to seem so small and fragile. I always saw the wisdom and intelligence behind his eyes, well beyond his years, but at times like this I could see that youth and dependence that he always tried to deny. I wrapped my arms around him and held him for minute, waiting for the tears to stop, hoping that my presence would be enough to calm him down…I wasn’t in the right mindset to offer words of comfort. How could I tell him everything was fine when I felt the same fear and sadness I saw reflected in his tear-filled eyes?
I handed him my keys once he had quieted, told him not to blame himself and to go let the others know everything. I knew my words fell on deaf ears as he walked away with his head down and his shoulders slumped; there was nothing more I could do to get him to forgive himself right then, though. I made a mental note to let Yoochun and Junsu know that Changmin would need them, but they would probably know the minute they saw him. Feeling some relief that the others would take care of one another, at least, I finally gathered my resolve and walked in, subconsciously preparing myself for the worst despite Changmin’s words.
There were beeping noises coming from a machine next to his bed, and it seemed like an endless loop of tubes and fluids surrounded his bed too. I forgot about all of that, though, the minute I saw his face. He had a bandage above his right eye, tinged red with blood, and a shallow gash that ran from cheekbone to jawline below it. He was beautiful even when beat up, but my heart twisted to see him so hurt.
I continued my survey of the rest of his body, and saw that he had a bandage wrapped multiple times around his torso in substitution of a shirt or hospital gown; they must be afraid to move him because of that rib, I thought. His right arm was wrapped in a sling, and there were bandages dotting the rest of his body in little patches of white, protecting the rest of his injuries from infection.
I felt the muscles in my body loosen slightly, as my mind slowly began to register that Yunho was safe. While it hurt to see him so battered and torn, a few logical thoughts were starting to pierce through my despair, telling me that he was taken care of, that he wouldn’t come to any more harm.
Still, as I lowered myself into the chair beside his bed, I couldn’t get rid of the voice in the back of my head that kept reminding me of the possibility that he might not wake up, that he wasn’t just peacefully sleeping off the damage. I slid my hand across the bed sheet slowly, cautiously settling it on top of his fingers. I nervously stroked the back of his hand, and after a minute whispered, “It’s going to be okay, Yunho…I’m here now”.
I didn’t expect a response, not really. I was still slightly discouraged, though, as I pulled my hand away from his slack grip a few moments later. I leaned back into the chair with a sigh; it was going to be a long night.
* * * * * * * * *
Voices slowly crept into my sleep-filled head and I jerked awake when I heard a door open. Abruptly snapping upright, I looked towards the entry way to see a doctor coming into the room and heading towards the bed, where a nurse was already standing and checking Yunho’s vital signs.
Just as the doctor started conversing with the nurse, comparing data on his chart to the information the nurse was giving him, I heard a rustling noise and looked over to see Yunho start shifting in his sleep. Both the nurse and the doctor stopped talking immediately when they heard his quiet groan and turned towards him. I jumped up immediately to be by his side but the doctor motioned for me to stop; he wanted to see what Yunho was capable of on his own.
When Yunho’s eyes opened, the doctor spoke to him and asked him gently, “How are you feeling?”
Yunho’s gaze, at first, looked confused, as though he couldn’t figure out where he was. As I started towards him, though, his eyes suddenly cleared and he sat up immediately. “Where’s the - ” he started to say, but stopped as he gasped in pain and instinctively clutched at the bandage wrapped around his chest. I tried to move to his side, again, to let him know that he wasn’t alone, but the doctor was standing in the way this time, and Yunho had no idea I was with him.
“You’ve been in an accident, you’re in a hospital and just disoriented” the doctor tried to tell him, to pacify him, but Yunho just shook his head.
“Kid - where - how’s - the boy - ” he demanded through gritted teeth.
Looking a little surprised and confused, the doctor replied, “You mean you don’t even know the name of that child?” Shaking his head slightly, exasperated, he continued, “The boy didn’t have a single scratch on him, though he was crying for a ball last time I saw him; I don’t think it faired in the accident as well as the two of you did. Now if we can get back to you - ”
Yunho, who had visibly relaxed at this news and was once again leaning back into the pillows, interrupted him. Smiling slightly, he asked, “Am I dying?”
The doctor stopped abruptly. “What?” he stuttered, unused to being stopped mid-sentence. “No.”
“Am I paralyzed or crippled?”
“No.”
“Am I in any danger of either happening anytime in the near future?”
Irritated now, the doctor could only shake his head. “No.” he sighed.
“Good.” Yunho said, a small smile still playing on his lips as he closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. “Jaejoong will be relieved,” he murmured, right before drifting off to sleep again.
The doctor and the nurse stood there, dumfounded by this sudden exchange. I think the doctor was trying to decide whether or not to wake him up again when my silent laughter suddenly gained a voice and he turned towards me when he heard my snickering. As if he had only just realized I was there, he blinked at me for a few seconds before asking, “Are you Jaejoong?”
Still trying to suppress my laughter, I nodded. The doctor sighed, rubbed his eyes tiredly, and after one final glance at the patient - I guess to make sure he was actually asleep - he said resignedly, “I guess I’ll need to fill you in on the particulars of his condition, then. If you’ll follow me into the hall…”
I nodded again, still grinning like an idiot. As I followed the doctor out of the hospital, I took one last glance at my sleeping angel, now angel to a little boy with a deflated red ball, too. I had felt a wave of relief hit me when the doctor told Yunho that he would be okay, but the real reason for my sudden calm came from the smile on Yunho’s face. The moment he had asked after that kid, I knew he would be all right; he was always concerned for everybody else, never himself. And after all he’d been through, he still thought of me. Always me.
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Author: Jeannie
kerori63
Genre: One-shot; not really much, slight angst but also romance and fluff
Pairing: JaeHo/YunJae
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The plot and diction belong to me; the characters do not.
Summary: Yunho's always put everyone else before himself...
A/N: I've been holding on to this plot idea for awhile, but it came out pretty "meh" so I'm sorry if it's terrible. >.<;;
Selfless Acts
I heard later that he had jumped in front of the car to save some kid: a little boy with a preoccupied mother and an excessively bouncy red ball that decided to bounce into the middle of the street at precisely the wrong moment. Well, maybe the right moment, for that boy at least…not for Yunho.
They probably told me the story when it happened, but all I can remember of those first few moments is the litany that must have replayed itself in my head a million times that day: “Yunho’s in the hospital, he’s unconscious right now - ”. That was it for me; I was gone, striding towards my car and racing out onto the street towards the hospital. I had heard all that was necessary, knew the only thing that mattered: Yunho needed me.
Yoochun and Junsu were with me, when we heard about the accident; we were getting ready for a photo shoot and waiting for the other two to show. Yoochun and Junsu just looked at me, understanding apparent in their eyes.
“Call us if there’s anything we can do,” was all Yoochun said. Junsu handed me my keys, silently patting me on the shoulder, adding support to Yoochun’s promise. They knew, too.
The daze I had fallen into continued as I walked through the main doors of the emergency room. With my mind focused only on Yunho, my selective hearing continued too. A few necessary details - room number 327, third floor - penetrated the fog in my head before I closed my ears to the onslaught of sounds bombarding them and went in search for stairs. Outlines blurred and faces went unnoticed as I walked through the hospital, looking for him.
Changmin was sitting outside of the room when I got there, drying tear tracks and swollen eyes betraying his calm demeanor as he rose to greet me.
“He’s doing alright,” Changmin said matter-of-factly, answering my unasked question. Changmin was always business first. “He hasn’t woken up yet, but the doctor said that the worst has passed; he has a broken rib that just missed puncturing his right lung, but they’re optimistic. Other than the scratches and bumps, he only has a couple broken ribs…the doctor said he’s lucky, if he hadn’t been in such good shape - ”
Changmin broke off abruptly, shaking with suppressed tears and unable to continue. I put my hands on his shoulders to comfort him, fighting my own internal battle against my tear ducts, as he shook his head.
“I’m so sorry, hyung, Yunho was out in the street before I even realized what was going on and I called after him but he wouldn’t come back, Jae I couldn’t do anything I just…” he babbled and sobbed uncontrollably as tears started once again to roll down his cheeks.
It always amazed me how someone so tall could manage to seem so small and fragile. I always saw the wisdom and intelligence behind his eyes, well beyond his years, but at times like this I could see that youth and dependence that he always tried to deny. I wrapped my arms around him and held him for minute, waiting for the tears to stop, hoping that my presence would be enough to calm him down…I wasn’t in the right mindset to offer words of comfort. How could I tell him everything was fine when I felt the same fear and sadness I saw reflected in his tear-filled eyes?
I handed him my keys once he had quieted, told him not to blame himself and to go let the others know everything. I knew my words fell on deaf ears as he walked away with his head down and his shoulders slumped; there was nothing more I could do to get him to forgive himself right then, though. I made a mental note to let Yoochun and Junsu know that Changmin would need them, but they would probably know the minute they saw him. Feeling some relief that the others would take care of one another, at least, I finally gathered my resolve and walked in, subconsciously preparing myself for the worst despite Changmin’s words.
There were beeping noises coming from a machine next to his bed, and it seemed like an endless loop of tubes and fluids surrounded his bed too. I forgot about all of that, though, the minute I saw his face. He had a bandage above his right eye, tinged red with blood, and a shallow gash that ran from cheekbone to jawline below it. He was beautiful even when beat up, but my heart twisted to see him so hurt.
I continued my survey of the rest of his body, and saw that he had a bandage wrapped multiple times around his torso in substitution of a shirt or hospital gown; they must be afraid to move him because of that rib, I thought. His right arm was wrapped in a sling, and there were bandages dotting the rest of his body in little patches of white, protecting the rest of his injuries from infection.
I felt the muscles in my body loosen slightly, as my mind slowly began to register that Yunho was safe. While it hurt to see him so battered and torn, a few logical thoughts were starting to pierce through my despair, telling me that he was taken care of, that he wouldn’t come to any more harm.
Still, as I lowered myself into the chair beside his bed, I couldn’t get rid of the voice in the back of my head that kept reminding me of the possibility that he might not wake up, that he wasn’t just peacefully sleeping off the damage. I slid my hand across the bed sheet slowly, cautiously settling it on top of his fingers. I nervously stroked the back of his hand, and after a minute whispered, “It’s going to be okay, Yunho…I’m here now”.
I didn’t expect a response, not really. I was still slightly discouraged, though, as I pulled my hand away from his slack grip a few moments later. I leaned back into the chair with a sigh; it was going to be a long night.
* * * * * * * * *
Voices slowly crept into my sleep-filled head and I jerked awake when I heard a door open. Abruptly snapping upright, I looked towards the entry way to see a doctor coming into the room and heading towards the bed, where a nurse was already standing and checking Yunho’s vital signs.
Just as the doctor started conversing with the nurse, comparing data on his chart to the information the nurse was giving him, I heard a rustling noise and looked over to see Yunho start shifting in his sleep. Both the nurse and the doctor stopped talking immediately when they heard his quiet groan and turned towards him. I jumped up immediately to be by his side but the doctor motioned for me to stop; he wanted to see what Yunho was capable of on his own.
When Yunho’s eyes opened, the doctor spoke to him and asked him gently, “How are you feeling?”
Yunho’s gaze, at first, looked confused, as though he couldn’t figure out where he was. As I started towards him, though, his eyes suddenly cleared and he sat up immediately. “Where’s the - ” he started to say, but stopped as he gasped in pain and instinctively clutched at the bandage wrapped around his chest. I tried to move to his side, again, to let him know that he wasn’t alone, but the doctor was standing in the way this time, and Yunho had no idea I was with him.
“You’ve been in an accident, you’re in a hospital and just disoriented” the doctor tried to tell him, to pacify him, but Yunho just shook his head.
“Kid - where - how’s - the boy - ” he demanded through gritted teeth.
Looking a little surprised and confused, the doctor replied, “You mean you don’t even know the name of that child?” Shaking his head slightly, exasperated, he continued, “The boy didn’t have a single scratch on him, though he was crying for a ball last time I saw him; I don’t think it faired in the accident as well as the two of you did. Now if we can get back to you - ”
Yunho, who had visibly relaxed at this news and was once again leaning back into the pillows, interrupted him. Smiling slightly, he asked, “Am I dying?”
The doctor stopped abruptly. “What?” he stuttered, unused to being stopped mid-sentence. “No.”
“Am I paralyzed or crippled?”
“No.”
“Am I in any danger of either happening anytime in the near future?”
Irritated now, the doctor could only shake his head. “No.” he sighed.
“Good.” Yunho said, a small smile still playing on his lips as he closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. “Jaejoong will be relieved,” he murmured, right before drifting off to sleep again.
The doctor and the nurse stood there, dumfounded by this sudden exchange. I think the doctor was trying to decide whether or not to wake him up again when my silent laughter suddenly gained a voice and he turned towards me when he heard my snickering. As if he had only just realized I was there, he blinked at me for a few seconds before asking, “Are you Jaejoong?”
Still trying to suppress my laughter, I nodded. The doctor sighed, rubbed his eyes tiredly, and after one final glance at the patient - I guess to make sure he was actually asleep - he said resignedly, “I guess I’ll need to fill you in on the particulars of his condition, then. If you’ll follow me into the hall…”
I nodded again, still grinning like an idiot. As I followed the doctor out of the hospital, I took one last glance at my sleeping angel, now angel to a little boy with a deflated red ball, too. I had felt a wave of relief hit me when the doctor told Yunho that he would be okay, but the real reason for my sudden calm came from the smile on Yunho’s face. The moment he had asked after that kid, I knew he would be all right; he was always concerned for everybody else, never himself. And after all he’d been through, he still thought of me. Always me.
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