[FanFic] Touch [2/3]
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.
I remember the day when I spoke to him properly for the first time, I had blushed.
For about five days he kept following me and pestering me about how my health was and whether or not I needed some help carrying my bag around the school. For five days he sat next to me in every class and joked that he had never really noticed before. For five days he annoyed me and irritated me. And I thank the celestial bodies floating above that on the sixth day our school was closed.
Since my mother never really cared to feed me, I sneaked out a couple of bills from her purse and ran to the nearest grocery store to feed myself before I died. I walked into the nearest grocery and picked up whatever I could find.
“Jaejoong-ah…”
I thought I was really hallucinating when I heard his voice; ‘No…No…’ I thought ‘No Jaejoong, you’re just dreaming, hallucinating. He has bugged you for five whole days without a break! You are bound to hear his voice...”
I picked up a few sandwiches and packets of chips and billed it.
“Jaejoong-ah…hi….”
I looked around with wide eyes and stuffed mouth; “Stupid hunger….” I started walking further.
“Oh my God, Jaejoong can you please stop running away from me, I am not going to eat you.”
I spun on my heels and saw him running towards me, red faced and carrying a bag of groceries. He grinned at me and bent down panting. “God, you’re a fast walker.”
I stared at him, curiously. This kid was too weird.
“Whew…glad I caught up with you eh?” he said, wiping the sweat off his brow. “Here…I got this for you.” He shoved a wrapped bottle into my arms.
“Gingseng tea?” I asked, peeking into the wrapper.
“Yeah, its good for your health….”
“I am fine, thank you very much.” I scoffed.
“Yeah, sure…” he rolled his eyes. “Is that why you look like you are going to pass out any minute? And is that why the bags under your eyes just grew larger? And what about these wounds? Are they fresh?” He asked, leaning in forward.
I took a step back; “I am fine…” I muttered.
“Just drink the tea, okay? It’s for your own good.” He said and walked away.
“Y-Yunho…” I called out to him,
He spun on his heels and looked at me with wide eyes; “Thanks….” I said, raising the bottle.
He blinked at me before he broke into a smile; “I didn’t think you would remember my name, I am so happy I could run and hug you now, but I am scared you might die because of the squish, so maybe later.” he smiled and threw me a casual salute and walked away.
As I watched him disappear down the road, I felt something, something I couldn’t place, this emotion so weird it feel out of line. Like maybe I have a friend now, maybe someone to whom I can confide into, I felt like jumping, like singing, like dancing, like twirling, like hopping around the place.
I skipped to my house and happily opened the door; “Hi Ummmaaa…” I sang, when I saw her sitting on the sofa.
She looked at me with half scared and half amused, I smiled at her and placed the bottle carefully on the table and sat on the chair staring at it.
“Yah…are you drunk?” I heard my mother ask me.
I glanced at her and smiled; “It’s been so long since I heard your voice…” I said.
She stared at me for a while and looked away; “I am not going out anywhere tonight…” I heard her say. “I am preparing dinner for us.”
And after three years I had an actual meal at home, sitting on the dining table with my mother.
“I am sorry…” she said, over the table. It was short and simple apology, but I felt.
“It’s fine…” I mumbled, eating my noodles.
And nothing else was said.
That night, after my mother went to sleep, I walked out into the porch and sat on the stairs, slipping out my gloves, I let the cool air blow on my fingers, I let my hand breathe. “It’s a bit stuffy in the glove huh?” I mumbled, watching my long fingers in the moonlight. I undid my jacket and sat calmly on the stairs my tee. I felt the wind against my skin, it felt so good.
“Enjoying the night breeze?”
I jumped up and looked up and saw Yunho standing near me.
“Shit! You scared the skin out of me…” I said, trying to calm my breathing.
He chuckled and sat down beside me, close too close; “I am sorry, I couldn’t help but notice you. You look so beautiful in the moonlight.”
I tried not to blush but I couldn’t help it and it was not like he would see me in the moonlight
“What the hell are you doing out so late?” I asked, trying to edge away from him.
“I was going out for my late night walk, I just decided to take a new route today and I am so glad I did.” He grinned.
I smiled back nervously and tried to reach out for my jacket and gloves.
“Let it be….” He murmured. “You should walk around like this more.”
“No….I can’t.” I said and jumped up from the stair I was sitting on and grabbed my jacket and gloves and slipped them on real quick.
“Why Jaejoong, why?” he asked, looking at me.
“You…won’t understand.” I said and walked out of my garden.
“Try me….” He said, catching up real quick.
“Why should I?”
“Just….try me okay?”
“Look….” I stopped sudden in my tracks and faced him; “I am not normal okay? I am not like the other kids; I can’t run around trying to be normal when I am clearly not.”
“ I know that….” He said, softly and took a step closer to me.
“Will you…please stop coming closer to me, please?”
He sighed; “I am sorry, I just wanted to be your friend, I wanted to help you but, I guess you don’t- “
“I can’t touch people.”
“What?”
“They forget me. One touch from me and they don’t know who I am…I lost my dad like that, he didn’t remember me and kept referring to me as ‘boy’. That’s why I have bruises on my face and neck and some on my shoulders, my mother practically beats me with whatever she gets, she hates me.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, exactly why I wear gloves and walk around, full length jackets. So people don’t touch me or I don’t touch people.”
“Oh….”
“Yeah, can you comprehend that? Can you?”
He remained silent and I smirked. “I thought not, so please just….”
“I won’t touch you….”
“What?”
“I’ll never touch you, I swear.”
“….”
“I just want to be with you, nothing more nothing less.”
“Yunho….I, “
“I want to be your friend; I want to be there for you.”
I felt tears springing into my eyes, my throat had this burning sensation and my chest felt heavy. I looked at the ground below; “This…you’re going to be my first friend ever.” I said, choking at my own words.
I felt him coming closer to me and taking my gloved hand and placing it against his chest; “I want to be you’re first friend.”
And since then, everything was fine. Yunho and me would hang out with each other all the time, I even introduced him to my mother and she was, actually, happy with Yunho. The three of us had dinner together and laughed at Yunho’s stories. I took him to my special spot on the cliff, we would timeless moments there talking about stuff. And one day, something happened; we were together at take out place and Yunho was unusually quiet.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, slightly nudging him.
“Huh? Oh yeah, everything’s fine.” He nodded.
“I don’t believe you…”
“Can we go to the cliff with the take out?” he asked, softly.
“Yeah, sure, why not?”
We walked in silence, it was not really uncomfortable, but I knew something was up and he was going to tell me only when we reached the cliff.
“Tell me…” I whined, tugging onto his shirt.
“Nothing Jaejoong, can’t we just eat in silence?”
“No…you have to tell me.”
He sighed and bit on his lip; “It’s just that…”
“…just that…”
“….just that.”
“Oh my God, you got yourself a girlfriend?” I teased him.
“What? No….” He remained silent, chewing on his burger and looked up at me. “Would…would you be happy if I got myself a girlfriend?”
Somehow, that stung me. I didn’t want to share him with anyone, he was mine…all mine.
“No…” I said, softly.
We remained silent again, until I heard him murmur something.
“Jaejoong….I love you.”
I whipped my head towards him and blinked rapidly at him. He looked at me and scooted closer to me.
“Yunho…please…”
“Jaejoong, I love you. I loved you and I promise I will always love you.” He moved closer to me.
“Yunho, don’t please…”
He leaned in till our noses nearly touched; “Yunho, please don’t do this. Please…”
I could feel his breathe lingering on my lips, my chest felt heavy again, I could feel the butterflies flying in my stomach, I felt goose bumps erupting all over my body. But I couldn’t.
“Yunho…PLEASE!” I pushed him.
He stared at me for a while and looked away; “I am sorry…” he said. “I am really sorry.”
Hesitatingly he got up and sparing me one last glance he stared walking away and suddenly I didn’t want him to.
Running over to him, I hugged his back. His broad back and I buried my face into his back; “I love you…” I muttered. “Jung Yunho…I love you too…”
I felt his muscles tensing and he tried moving and tried untangling my gloved hands.
“Don’t…” I said; “This is comfortable…” He didn’t move, but I felt his hands over my gloved ones.
I was not looking at his face, but I knew he had a silly grin on my face. “You idiot….” He said softly and intertwined his fingers with him, and that very moment I knew I was in love and that I was never going to let this man go, ever.
But too bad, I was back at this every place exactly a week later to suicide because I had lost him.