and then there was...
and then there was...
fewshot part 3/?
yoosu
[note: this chapter should be a little longer. everyone seemed confused about junsu's attitude, but don't worry, it will be explained in time.]
“I moved to Japan when my family crowded me out of Korea. I was… suffocating really. They couldn’t accept who I really was, and I would never be willing to change for someone like that. In any case, I had hoped that Japan would in the very least shelter me from their ignorant criticism, if not rescue me completely.” Here Yoochun paused again, thoughtful. “I had thought they’d be more open here… I was wrong.”
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Junsu was among the last of the workers to leave, the sun already set and well on its way to rising again. The lights in the small mart were for the most part turned out, the whole place artfully shadowed and eerily empty. He picked up his things, ditching his work clothes in the back room, and headed for the front doors. His boss would lock up shortly after he left.
It was purely coincidence that he happened to notice a small piece of paper slipped under the windshield wipers of his car. He paused, staring at it, somehow knowing that he would be displeased with whatever message it held. He tossed his things across to the seat opposite the drivers’ before picking up the note. The message was handwritten, but legible.
I know you said you weren’t interested, but I refuse to except that we can’t get along simply because I smoke and you don’t. If you have a better reason you can tell it to my face. We’re going for a drive. Get in.
At that precise moment a pair of headlights flicked on, making him squint and reflecting off the hood of his car. He turned toward them and sure enough there was his stubborn stalker, waiting in the driver’s seat of a car that looked like it had been to hell and back. Junsu sighed, running the hand that wasn’t holding the note through his hair before crumpling the note in his fist with the other.
He wanted to just drive away, and he would have, but the other man had planned this well. His car was now quite effectively blocking Junsu’s own car from going anywhere. He was momentarily tempted to simply risk the damage cost of an accident, but if the guy was this determined it probably wasn’t worth it. The man honked, making Junsu jump slightly, and he sighed again, shutting the door to his car with more force than necessary and making his way over to the passenger seat of his harasser’s trash heap of a vehicle.
He yanked the door open and slid into his seat, shutting it and immediately crossing his arms, refusing to look in the other man’s direction. Yoochun didn’t seem to mind, as he flashed a satisfied smile in Junsu’s direction.
“Well hello there.” He wasted no time, backing up his car and pulling out of the small lot onto the main street, nearly devoid of traffic of any sort by this time. Junsu watched his car slide out of view in the rearview mirror longingly. After a few minutes of silence he finally gave in.
“What are you doing?” Yoochun quirked and eyebrow, his expression confused as if he thought the answer should be obvious.
“I’m taking you for a drive.” Junsu rolled his eyes.
“I mean why are you doing this? Most people would’ve just taken the hint-”
“Maybe I’m not most people.”
“Huh?”
“I’m not like most people. Besides, you clearly have some unwarranted problem with me that you need to get off your chest.” Junsu couldn’t help it this time. He turned so he was facing the man, looking at him as if he were crazy.
“I don’t have a problem with you, it’s just that you interrupted my work, and now you’ve kidnapped me, and I don’t even know who the hell you are.” Yoochun snorted.
“I already introduced myself, so really I’m the one who doesn’t know you. But that’s bullshit and you know it. Your attitude reads ‘I hate you’ all over it.” He didn’t bother to deny kidnapping me, Junsu noted, turning back to the window. But… Junsu fingered the small cross that hung from the silver necklace he wore almost constantly, a nervous habit of sorts.
“Where are we going?” Again Yoochun smiled, though his eyes were kind this time.
“You’ll see.”