[FanFic] Touch[1/3]
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Angst/Supernatural
Summary: Jaejoong has a power, a power he hates. A touch from him is enough for people to forget him. But too bad Yunho fell in love with him.
Disclaimer: They are mine! No, they belong to themselves. This fic was inspired by this bunny
(flow_is_me135) who had a plot!
"Someday…" I thought, as I stood on the edge of the cliff. "Someday…I won’t hate myself. But too bad…that day’s never going to come." Turning my back to the death waves underneath, I spread my arms and taking a deep breathe, I fell back. Letting gravity work it’s magic on me, I was falling and I knew I never felt a better feeling than this, with the wind beneath my hands I waited for my rocks to hit me.
I waited for death.
My name is Kim Jaejoong and I hate my life.
I always have, ever since I knew of the disease I had. A touch, just my touch was enough for people to forget about me, just one touch. I never knew what if felt to give or receive a hug, I never had anyone hold hands with me, never gave anyone a high five, never shook anybody’s hand, never had anyone put their head on my shoulder.
I was five when I realized this.
I was at a park, building sand castles in a sand pit when this girl came along and started helping. “Hi…I am Sooyoung.” She said, smiling and extended her hand. I stared at her hand for a while and smiled at her; “I am Jaejoong…” I replied, brushing the tips of her fingers with my hand. She instantaneously froze, her eyes grew wide, her body stiffened and she fell to her side like a lifeless doll. Her mother came running over immediately and lifted her up and started shaking her slowly; “Sooyoung…Sooyoung…” she turned to me looking worried; “What happened?” she asked.
“I- I don’t know…” I muttered, slowly backing off, I was bewildered and scared, I was only five.
I saw Sooyoung slowly open her eyes and smile at her mother; “Umma…”
“Sooyoung…” her mother hugged and carefully let her down; “Are you okay?”
“Of course I am okay…” she said, “What would happen to me?” she smiled and turned to face me and her smile disappeared. “Who are you?” she asked pointing at me.
I looked at her nervously; “I am - I am Jaejoong.”
“I don’t know you…” she said looking at me. Her mother looked at me weirdly and took Sooyoung’s hand and walked away.
When I narrated this incident to my father, he immediately dressed me up with clothes, jackets, mittens, beanie and a scarf and we rushed to the family doctor, I didn't quite catch what the doctor said, he was using big words, but I did catch him saying ‘rare’, ‘lifelong’ and ‘not to touch anybody.’
Later that night, my father kneeled down in front of me while I slept on my bed and handed me a pair of gloves. “You have it wear it all the time, Jaejoong-ah.” He muttered, placing them next to my pillow. I glanced at my mother, leaning against the door frame, her face was expressionless and her eyes were cold.
“All the time?” I asked.
“All the time, if you want friends.” My dad said.
I nodded silently and slipped on the gloves. My dad took my gloved hand and kissed it gently. I blinked at him, not really understanding what had happened and why my father had asked me to wear thick gloves in the middle of a summer night, but I just believed him blindly because he was my father and I loved him a lot. Little did I know that in another ten years, he would leave us because of me.
It had happened so suddenly, I was taking a shower and when I walked out wearing only my track pants I heard my father choking in the kitchen. Without thinking twice, I ran into the kitchen and handed him water and stroked his nape to make him feel better.
I stroked his nape with my bare hands.
“Thank you Jae- “ He froze under my touch and that’s when I realized it…I realized it a bit too late. I saw his eyes grow wide and his body stiffened. “No.No dad! NO!” I screamed, when I saw his body fall limp. My mother shrieked when she entered the kitchen and threw me a death glare. “DON’T MOVE FROM THERE!” She screamed. “YOU DEVIL’S CHILD!!”
I walked backwards into the wall and slid along it; “No…Dad…No…”
I saw his eyes flutter open and he smiled at my mother; “Honey….”
“Oh my…thank God! Thank God!!” She hugged my father and smothered his face with kisses.
He chuckled; “Honey…what are you doing?” He stood up straight and saw me, and his smile disappeared. “Who is this young man?” he asked, eyeing me carefully; “…and why is he only in his track pants?”
My mother looked at me, her eyes filled with hatred. “Oh, he’s just this paying guest sweet heart.” She said, fixing my dad’s jacket. “A far relative of ours.”
I blinked away my tears and bowed down to him; “Hello Mr. Kim. I am Jaejoong.”
He looked at me weirdly and grunted in response; that was my father’s usual way of expressing himself when he was dissatisfied. And that night; I drank for the first time. It was at a local bar, I chugged down about four bottles of soju and I touched the barman’s hand with mine because I didn’t have any money. After a week or so, when I came back home after my school I found my mother sitting on the sofa. Holding a piece of paper she was shaking and sobbing into her hands.
“Umma….” I called out to her softly and walked up to her.
“Don’t come near me…” she barked.
I froze in my spot and blinked at her; “Here…take this!” She sobbed and threw the piece of paper on my face. “I hope you’re happy now.”
I picked up the piece of paper, it was note in my father’s handwriting. It said;
“Honey,
Something doesn't feel right, I love you and everything but why do you keep forcing that boy on to me? I don’t like it, I am sorry about this rash decision I am taking, but I feel odd living in the same place as that boy. I am going away, please don’t try to look for me.
Your Husband.”
And ever since that night, my mother was never sober and she hated me more. Each and every night she would come home drunk and she would hit me with anything she got, vases, bats, stools, spoons, pans, bottles, shoes, the remote controls, her bag, my books, anything and everything.
The kids at my school found me weird, who wouldn't They didn't know my story and it was not like I was dying to tell them.They would stare at the raven haired kid, who always wore arm length jackets and gloves to school irrespective of the weather and also every now and then he would have bruises and wounds on his face. So naturally, they thought I was involved in some kind of gang fights and I was a part of some big underground gangster society. I never spoke to anyone in my school, I always kept my distance from everyone. I never really had an actual friend, I never really hung out with anyone. My usual routine was get up in the morning, go to school, spend the evening on the beach by myself and return home. If my mother was sober and in a happy mood she wouldn't talk to me or care about me but if it was otherwise, I would usually end up bleeding.
I knew my mother always hated me, she never told me she did and she didn't have too. I just knew it. In fact, I never really had anyone who loved me. Except him.
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I remember that day like it was yesterday, I was walking out of my school when a few of the school bullies cornered me. I tried to ignore them and get away but clearly that was not possible.
“Nice fucker we have here.” I heard one of them say, but I kept my gaze down.
“He’s a weird fish all right.” They laughed.
“Can I go?” I muttered. “I don’t want anything to do with you guys.”
“You don’t want anything to do with us but I am in the mood to beat up a pretty looking flower.” One of them smirked and pushed me against the wall. I cringed, it really hurt.
“Look at him….so weak.” They laughed and pushed me against the window. I felt my forehead burning and I felt something roll down my temple.
“Fight back motherfucker.” The guy who pushed me first kicked me to the floor. They all laughed at my weakness and started kicking me. I groaned.
"Maybe I would die and my misery would end" I thought; I was pretty sure that every soon I would pass out.
I groaned louder when I felt a foot against my rib cage and that’s when I heard his voice, deep, soft, sweet, smooth, angelic voice.
“Hey you guys! What’s going on there?” And I passed out.
- -
When I regained consciousness, I felt a something soft around me, like a cloud. Maybe I was really dead and I was in heaven. I fluttered my eyes open and my sight was blurry and I saw a man looking down at me. He was no older than I was, he had hazelnut hair and the softest brown eyes I had ever seen, when he smiled at me I was ready to believe that I was in heaven and that he was my guardian angel.
“Hi….” He said, smiling at me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, lifting myself up. “Where am I?” I asked looking around.
“You’re at the school’s infirmary, those bullies really beat you to pulp.” He said, shaking his head in disapproval. “I brought you here on a wheel chair.”
“Oh.” That explained why he had not forgotten me.
“You were bleeding so I just dressed up your wound with a cotton swab.” He said pointing to a bloodied cotton swab at the end of the pair of tongs.
I looked at my hands ,they were bare. “Where…where are my gloves?” I asked looking around.
“Oh here they are….” They were dirty, so I kind of washed them just a bit.” He smiled. “It’s dry now.” he said handing me my gloves.
I looked at it nervously; “Place them here.” I said, patting the space on the bed.
“Okaaay…” He looked at me weirdly and kept my pair of gloves on the bed.
I slipped them on and saw the time; it was half past six. I swung my legs off the bed and carefully avoiding him I walked to where my jacket and bag were kept and put them on.
“Thank you…” I muttered, turning to him. “I have to go now.”
“Here,” he said walking towards him. “ Let me put on a bandage.” He leaned in but I jumped back. “No, it’s fine. I will go home and fix it myself.”
He looked at me, fidgeting with the bandage; “Okay,” he nodded. “I know its not my business but why do always wear gloves and an over sized jacket?” he asked, looking at me curiously.
I glanced at him before walking out of the door; “You said it yourself, its not your business.”
“I am Jung Yunho by the way.” I heard him scream as I walked down the corridor.
I chuckled; “Yeah…yeah whatever.”
Fortunately, my mother was in a happy mood so she completely ignored my presence at home and sat in front of the television eating take out and as for me, I just skipped dinner. I looked at my face in my reflection, it wasn't that bad really. I had gotten worse from my mother.
“Jung Yunho…” I chuckled, carefully putting on the bandage. “He sounds interesting.”
Little did I know, pretty soon I was going to be head over heels in love with him!
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