[FANFIC] To You, From Him.
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong; BFF! Changmin/Yunho
Rating: PG
Genre: AU/Romance/Bromance/Humor
Summary: Yunho’s dead, Changmin’s the only who can see him.
Changmin, by all means and ways, was a normal being. He was like the boy next door, he loved his food, hated his homework, liked to sleep, occasionally went out for movies, hung out with his friends, sent Christmas cards to his family. He was normal; just like everyone else. Probably the only thing abnormal about himself (or so he thinks) is his best friend; Kim Junsu, because Junsu was far from being normal.
“I don’t think you should move in here.” Junsu shrugged, blocking Changmin’s way into the new apartment. “In fact, I don’t want you to move in here.”
Changmin sighed, chewing on the insides of his cheek, he struggled with the heavy cardboard box he was holding; “We have been through this like seven times and you know I am moving in here, whether you like it or not.”
“No, you are going to turn around and go back to your old apartment.”
“No, I am going to live here.” Changmin snarled and giving Junsu his shoulder, he pushed in.
“But Changmiiiiiiiiin.” Junsu whined, following the taller boy. “This place is haunted.”
“Says you.” Changmin snapped, setting down the cardboard and rolling out the kinks in his shoulder. “This place is perfect…” he yawned, stretching out. “There’s a supermarket right under the building, my college is closer, your apartment is just two blocks away, it’s perfect.”
“Fine…” Junsu grumbled. “Don’t come crying to me when ghosts scare you.”
“You mean you’ll come crying to me because you are scared for me.”
Junsu glared; “I am going to camp in here every weekend and you can’t stop me.”
Changmin sighed and hugged his best friend; “You’re a little boy.”
After Junsu left, Changmin stretched out on his sofa, yawning, moving was probably the most stressful and tiresome job ever, Changmin concluded. As he felt his eyes giving in to sleep, he spotted the front door slightly ajar; Changmin groaned getting off the bed and locked the door; he could have sworn he had locked the door; this place is haunted Junsu’s voice floated back into Changmin’s head and he decided he needed sleep.
-
His neighborhood was amazing, everyone was friendly and warm and they helped Changmin around the place. He walked through the aisles of the supermarket, under his building, picking up a packet of cheese, he moved forward when he bumped into a man. He was tall, well built, dark auburn hair; he wore a coat, with a dark purple scarf neatly wrapped around his neck. Changmin offered a tentative smile and apologized quickly and walked off without turning back.
But he didn’t fail to notice how this man kept following him, it was either that or he was everywhere Changmin went around in the supermarket. Changmin hurried out of the market and quickened his pace when he saw the man trailing him. “Shit…shit shit shit…” Changmin cursed under his breath and ran up the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. Once inside his apartment, he rested his back against the door and took a deep breath.
“Okay, calm down…calm down….” Changmin steadied himself. “He won’t get to you in your apartment and you don’t have to feel scared.”
But he still dialed Junsu’s number and asked him to come over for the weekend.
-
College was tiring and the twenty minutes ride on the crowded subway drained Changmin of energy. As soon as he came back home, he fell on the bed and instantly fell asleep, with his shoes and backpack on.
When he woke up the next day, his backpack was on the table, shoes by the door and socks washed and dried on the clothes line. Changmin frowned, he was absolute he went to sleep with this backpack and shoes on.
But then again, he didn’t remember.
-
It was the weekend and Junsu was on his way to Changmin’s when it happened.
Changmin was lying on the sofa, listening to music and reading a magazine when a shadow fell on him, he frowned and looked up…
…and shrieked.
There he was, that man, tall, well built, dark auburn hair, jacket, purple scarf, same man; leaning on the window, staring at Changmin.
Changmin recoiled in fear and held the magazine in front of him like a shield, like it was going to protect him from this man, who looked the least bit dangerous, but one could never be sure.
“Who - who are you? What do you want? Why are you in my apartment?” Changmin asked, still holding up the magazine.
The man frowned and cocked his head to the side; “You can see me?” He asked, voice deep and smooth like chocolate.
Changmin gaped, lowering the magazine a bit; “Of course I can - I am going crazy…” Changmin laughed, almost hysterically; “College is driving me nuts, I am hallucinating things, imagining stuff.”
He jumped a bit when the door bell rang; “Your friend’s here…” the man chuckled; “He’s kinda jumpy, isn’t he?”
Changmin shook his head; “I am going to have some good food now and when I get back I am not going to see things.”
“Hey, who were you talking too?” Junsu asked, when Changmin opened the door.
“My mother, let’s go eat.”
“Hey - hey I thought we were eating at your place!” Junsu protested when Changmin dragged him.
“Change of plans.” Changmin snapped, nearly punching the elevator button.
“Fine, you pay.” Junsu grumbled.
-
He was still there.
Still there.
Sitting on Changmin’s couch, eating Changmin’s packet of chips, watching Changmin’s movies and resting on Changmin’s pillow;
He was still in the apartment.
“I’m going mad, oh my, God, I am losing my mind, now I’ll have to see a therapist and then he’ll deem me unsuitable for the society and they’ll put me in some asylum where I’ll meet people like myself and I’ll die a lonely cold death on a mattress that probably reeks of pee and vomit.” Changmin cried, held his head and sank down to the floor. “My family is going to disown me, I won’t get to play with my nieces or nephews and the only person who is going to talk to me is probably Junsu.”
“Uh, you want some chips.” The man asked, holding out the packet of chips and raising an eyebrow.
“Who are you?” Changmin cried, throwing his arms out in exasperation. “What do you want? I have no money, I have credit cards, take it and leave me alone.”
“I can’t…” The man shrugged.
“Why? Why? Why?”
“Simply because you are the only who can see me.”
“I am losing it, I am losing it, I am losing it, I am losing it, I am losing it, I am losing it, I am losing, I am losing it, I am losing it.” Changmin chanted again and again till the man sighed and put away the packet of chips, stood up and stretched.
“I am Yunho.” He said, walking up to Changmin with an outstretched hand.
“My imagination is asking me to shake hands with it, what if I am teleported to another universe where they experiment on me?” Changmin spoke to himself, eyeing the man’s hand.
He sighed and squatted next to Changmin; “I am not a part of your imagination, trust me.”
“Then what are you?”
“Jung Yunho, look me up.”
Changmin watched as the man stood up and opened the door and walked out.
-
“You’re dead.”
“Genius!”
“And you lived here before you died. But, how come you can’t walk through stuff?”
“That’s a preconception and stuff made out of people’s imagination.”
“So…that means you are made up of matter, as well?”
“Well duh! What do you think I am a ghost?”
“….uh, well yeah you are dead.”
“Ghosts are so 20th century, grow up Changmin, I am way more superior then a ghost, I mean I can make Casper my personal assistant or something.”
“Right, so how can I see you?”
“I don’t know, you are the only who can.”
“Is it because of you people think this place is haunted?”
Yunho laughed loudly, holding his sides; “Yeah, God that’s so much fun scaring people like that. The best one was when I held up a lit candle at twelve in the night, the couple that stayed here then, screamed and ran out, I never saw them again.”
“You are horrible.” Changmin glared at Yunho.
“Hey, why don’t you try being dead and not talking to anyone for ten years, it’s kind of a sad after life.”
Changmin sighed; “So, what now?”
“What do you mean, what now, learn to live with me.”
Changmin groaned and sunk into the sofa; “I don’t want a roommate.”
“You’re lucky; your roommate’s not even alive.”
-
Yunho, as Changmin had expected, was downright annoying.
“You missed a spot.”
“DUDE!” Changmin shrieked, covering his body with his hands. “Trying to have a bath here.”
“I can see that.” Yunho leered; “But you missed a spot on your back.”
“Do you mind?” Changmin asked, gesturing towards the door;
“No I don’t mind.” Yunho replied smugly and crossed his arms across his chest and smiled, mischief twinkling in his almond colored eyes.
Changmin pulled a towel around himself and switched off the shower; “You just topped Junsu at being annoying and no one tops Junsu at that.” Changmin huffed, stomping out of the bathroom and leaving wet trails behind.
“You need to learn to be hygienic, Changmin-ah.” Yunho chuckled, following Changmin out of the bathroom. “Maybe I could give your back a scrub?” Yunho suggested wiggling his fingers to Changmin’s face.
“Ew, no thank you, you have dirty hands.”
“My fingers are pretty, okay.”
-
Yunho loved messing with Junsu, every weekend, much to Changmin’s annoyance.
“Changmin…” Junsu squeaked; “What’s that bottle doing there? I swear I put in the fridge, I swear I did.”
“Er…I got it out.” Changmin said, picking up the bottle and side eyeing Yunho on the sofa, rolling with laughter. “I wanted to eat it with my pizza.”
“You wanted to eat vinegar with pizza?” Junsu looked at Changmin, with a strange expression.
“Uh…” Changmin looked at the bottle; “Yeah, it’s gives me that tingly taste I want.”
Junsu frowned and sat at the table; “I’m telling you, there are ghosts in this building.”
“I am not a ghost.” Yunho huffed picking a pillow to hit Junsu.
“Don’t!” Changmin yelled.
“Don’t what?” Junsu frowned.
“Uh…..don’t - don’t eat that.” Changmin said, grabbing Junsu’s pizza from his hand.
“What? Why?”
“Um, because I want it.”
Junsu frowned; “You’re weird Changmin.”
“Tell him there are no ghosts.” Yunho pouted like a child and Changmin sighed.
“…and there are no such things like ghosts.”
“What?”
“There are no such things as ghosts, okay? Now eat your pizza.”
“Thank you Changmin….” Yunho smiled.
“Your welcome.”
“What did you say?” Junsu asked, leaning in.
“Eat your pizza, oh God I am losing my head.”
Yunho laughed and Junsu frowned.
-
It was on a rainy weekend, when Junsu had to visit his grandparents in another town, Yunho and Changmin spoke to each other, heart to heart. They sat in front of the window, Changmin hummed to some song and Yunho swayed to the rhythm.
“You should have been a singer.” Yunho chuckled softly, turning to Changmin. “You have a good voice.”
Changmin looked at Yunho, eyes mismatched, lips twisted in an unbearably cute lopsided grin, he ran a hand through his hair sheepishly; “What did you do - - you know when you were uh. . . “
“Alive?” Yunho smiled.
Though Changmin was more or less used to having Yunho walk around this apartment and never leave, it was still awkward and all the more frightening to the boy that Yunho wasn’t really alive, that he wasn’t really there, that he was probably a figment of something that he was once.
“Yeah.” Changmin breathed, turning away from Yunho’s face and staring at the threads of raindrops.
“I was in love.”
Changmin turned to Yunho, the raindrops casting small shadows on Yunho’s face; “…in love?”
“In love and you know what sucks?”
“What?”
“He didn’t know I loved him.”
Changmin turned to stare at Yunho; “…you are kidding right?”
“Scout’s honor.” Yunho held his hand up.
“How did you - you know - die?”
“Some punk high on alcohol crashed into my car when driving…and you know what they say, you see your life flashing before your eyes, I only saw him, which was weird because we had just fought” Yunho chuckled.
“I am sorry” Changmin said grimly, patting Yunho’s back. “I don’t know how you feel, but it must suck.”
“For your sake, I hope you never go through what I am feeling.” Yunho smiled and Changmin thought maybe if Yunho was alive they would have been friends and good friends at that.
“Never hold back, Changmin. If you like someone, just tell them before it’s too late, trust me on that, there are times when I think if only Jaejoong knew how I felt may- “
“What - ” Changmin cut in; “- did you say his name was?”
“Jaejoong.”
“…Kim Jaejoong?”
Yunho blinked; “Yeah?”
“I know him.”
-
Changmin ran in between the crowds, Yunho at his heel; “He’s a teacher.” Changmin screamed to Yunho, ignoring the weird looks he got from people around him. “He teaches music at my university, he’s good at it.”
“Of course he is…” Yunho chuckled; “Remind me again, why we are running?”
“I don’t know…” Changmin panted, stopping to catch his breathe; “…it adds to the effect.”
Yunho clicked his tongue; “You have been watching way too many movies.”
“Anyway, we should hurry it’s almost five and he leaves the campus by five.” Changmin rushed through his words, not caring about how people were looking at him and passing silent comments.
“Hey Changmin…” Yunho caught him by the shoulder;
“What?”
“Thanks.”
-
“He’s gorgeous.” Yunho smiled, staring at the lone figure in the piano room, packing up his bag and making sure he hadn’t left anything behind.
Changmin picked up his pace, leaving Yunho behind and walked towards the man; “Good evening, Jaejoong -sshi” Changmin bowed.
“Oh…” Jaejoong stood up straight, eyes going wide when he spotted Changmin; “Changmin-ah…surprise seeing you here.”
“I wanted to talk to you.” Changmin said, looking around and saw Yunho slowly walking towards them.
“Now? Can’t it wait till tomorrow? I have an appo-“
“…were you ever in love?”
Jaejoong stopped and stared at Changmin; “Excuse me?”
“Love, were you ever in love?”
Jaejoong smiled; “Is this about Yoochun?”
“Who’s Yoochun?” Yunho asked, coming from behind him.
“Shut up, I am trying to talk here.”
“What?” Jaejoong frowned.
“No, not you Jaejoong-sshi…just this - were you ever in love?”
“Are you feeling alright, Changmin-ah?”
“Yes, I - “
“Ask him if he remembers me.” Yunho poked Changmin; though his eyes were on Jaejoong .
“Ow, don’t poke me, you know I hate it.” Changmin squirmed, rubbing his side.
“Changmin I didn’t - are you sure…”
“Jaejoong -sshi…”
“Yes…?”
“Do you know anyone named Yunho?”
“Jung Yunho, take my full name bastard.” Yunho frowned, glaring at Changmin.
“Jung Yunho…” Changmin sighed.
Jaejoong looked visibly flushed and his eyes had hardened, he nervously licked his lips and picked up his bag; “No, I don’t know anyone like that. Now, if we are done, I would like to leave now.” Saying he walked out of the room quickly.
But Changmin and Yunho followed; much to Yunho’s disapproval. “Maybe he really doesn’t remember me. We should stop.”
“Are you crazy…” Changmin frowned; “Here’s your chance to tell him.”
“I’m dead, Changmin.” Yunho balled his fists to the side; “I am dead, it’s too late.”
Changmin stared at Yunho for a long while; “It’s never too late, Yunho. If we don’t hurry up now…we’re going to miss him.”
-
“Jaejoong sshi please - “
“Oh God, Changmin you followed me?” Jaejoong spun around; “Why are you doing this?”
“Please listen…” Changmin nearly begged; “Please?”
“What? What do you want? Did I know a Jung Yunho? Yes, I knew a Jung Yunho - but he died, Changmin. He’s gone anything else?” Jaejoong clenched his jaw and stared at Changmin.
“I know…”
“What?” Jaejoong furrowed his brows.
“He’s dead, I know.”
“Okay, what do you want?” Jaejoong frowned, crossing his arms across his chest. “What do you want Changmin?”
“I -“ Changmin took a deep breath and slowly let it out; “I can see him.”
“Wh-what?” Jaejoong blinked, voice shaky, eyes unsure.
“I can see him” Changmin sighed, turning to Yunho who stood beside him, eyes on Jaejoong. “He’s right here.”
Jaejoong frowned, staring at empty space; “Changmin, if you are drunk let me tell you it’s sad that you drink before the sun sets and if you are playing a prank, then this is a very, very horrible prank to play.”
“No, Jaejoong-sshi…ugh Yunho say something.” Changmin let a frustrated sigh and looked at Yunho.
“If I tell you something, will you repeat it?” Yunho asked, sparing Changmin a glance and looking back at Jaejoong.
“Yeah, okay.” Changmin looked at Jaejoong; “He wants to tell you something.”
“Changmin, I insist you go visit a doctor before - “
“Boo Jae…” Changmin shut his eyes and forced the words out of his mouth.
Jaejoong stared, shell shocked; “What - what did you just call me?”
“I am just repeating what Yunho’s telling me to.” Changmin said, shrugging lightly.
“…and you are doing a good job at it.” Yunho thumped Changmin’s back with glee.
“Changmin…please…” Jaejoong stuttered, trying to fight the lump down his throat. “I think you really need a doctor.”
“Ask him…” Yunho smiled at the thought itself; “Ask him, whether he still gets rashes on his thighs?”
Changmin stared at Yunho; “Okay no, I am not asking him that.”
“Please…?” Yunho and pouted and Changmin shut his eyes again and turned to Jaejoong; “Do you - do you still get rashes by your thighs?”
Jaejoong looked up at Changmin, the life in his dark brown eyes slowly ebbing away, he half sobbed and half laughed. Resting against the wall, he covered his face with his hands, soundlessly sobbing, laughing. Remembering;
“This is so weird.” Jaejoong shook his head; “This is too weird.”
“He loved you.”
“Loves you…Changmin, do you not listen to me?” Yunho frowned; “I love him.”
“Okay, okay…he loves you.” Changmin said, looking at Jaejoong. “He loves you a lot.”
“Is he - here?” Jaejoong asked, looking around.
“Right next to me.” Changmin pointed to Yunho (which was nothing but empty space to Jaejoong’s eyes)
“Hi Boo.” Yunho waved cheerfully.
“He’s waving…” Changmin chuckled.
Tears pooled around Jaejoong’s eyes, he looked around; “I - “ he choked, voice shaking. “I want to see him.”
Yunho’s breath hitched and Changmin looked at Jaejoong uneasily; “I - I don’t think you can…”
Jaejoong tried to blink away his tears and looked at Changmin, straightening up; “Right, I am going to go now….” Jaejoong nodded at Changmin and lamely walked up to his apartment. Yunho watched him, lifelessly open the door to his apartment and walk in and sighed.
“Thanks…” He said, looking at Changmin. “You tried your best.”
Changmin shrugged lightly and looked at Yunho; “We should go…” he said quietly.
“You should…I have something left to do.”
Changmin took a breath and nodded, he didn’t bother asking anything, just turned on his heels and left, walked away from Yunho. And that was probably the last he ever saw of him.
-
The next day at the university, Jaejoong caught up with Changmin and pulled him to a classroom; “I saw him…” He panted, eyes shining and he seemed to be glowing.
“What?” Changmin frowned.
“I saw him, I saw Yunho…in my dreams. I met him.” Jaejoong laughed heartily.
“Oh…”
“Thank you…” Jaejoong gushed, taking Changmin’s hand in his and squeezing it. “Thank you very much.”
Changmin smiled and squeezed Jaejoong’s hand back; “I’m glad.” He said.
-
And Yunho was gone.
Like how he had come, he disappeared. Changmin spent days walking around his apartment, dragging his socked feet around the place trying to figure out how he was going to work out his life without his roommate, silence made him feel awkward, he sometimes mistook a gust of wind for Yunho and spun around expecting to see that tall man, almond colored eyes shining like the sun and his usual infectious smile.
But sadly, it was just the wind.
He hated to admit it, (and he knew he was never going to) but he missed Yunho.
-
Changmin sat by the piano in the piano room and his fingers trailed along the keys, he sighed; he frowned when saw few music sheets by the stand, he flipped it open and started playing the notes.
When he finished, someone applauded. Changmin peered over the piano and felt his ears turning red; “Oh, hi Yoochun.” He greeted the boy who stood at the entrance.
“You know, even I can’t play my music as well as you play it.” Yoochun chuckled, walking in; “You are good, Changmin.”
“I try to be…” Changmin shrugged nonchalantly and laughed.
“Let’s play together?” Yoochun asked, sitting in next to Changmin and Changmin thought he was going to pass out. If it wasn’t enough that he had always nursed a crush ever since he had seen Yoochun in the university, now Yoochun was sitting so close to him, he could sniff Yoochun’s cologne right off him. It was a tantalizing turn on.
Changmin watched as Yoochun took over the notes and played it, the notes were under his mercy and he ruled them like a king.
“I thought I said, we should play together…” Yoochun smiled, looking at Changmin and Changmin felt his mouth go dry.
“Yeah, okay.”
“Never hold back, Changmin. If you like someone, just tell them before it’s too late” Yunho’s voice floated back into Changmin’s head and Changmin stopped playing the piano.
“What happened?” Yoochun asked, turning to Changmin.
“Hey…you wanna grab lunch later?” Changmin asked, before he could stop himself.
Yoochun smiled and nodded; “Sure…I don’t mind.”
-
Changmin pulled Yoochun flush against him; Yoochun was everything Changmin wasn’t, classy, petite and fit right into Changmin’s tall frame. Yoochun’s fingers tangled in between Changmin’s hair, pulling him closer; Changmin growled from the back of his throat, gripping onto Yoochun’s waist; Yoochun chuckled in a low whisper; “Woah there lover boy…” Changmin slid his hands down Yoochun’s waist and in one smooth move he lifted Yoochun off the floor; they kissed each other desperately, latching themselves onto the other, making sure this was real, trying to live in the heated moment when;
“Woah Changmin, take it slowly…”
Changmin snapped away from Yoochun and saw Yunho sitting on the floor, cross legged and clearly enjoying his time.
“Changmin…is everything alright?” Yoochun asked, breathing heavily and voice, husky.
Changmin chewed in his smile and he chuckled softly; “Welcome back…” he grinned, looking at Yunho.
“What?” Yoochun asked, lines forming on his forehead.
“If you thought I was leaving you, you were highly mistaken Shim Changmin…” Yunho stood up, and brushing his pants he walked out of the room. “I was just spending some time with my boo.”
Changmin grinned and wrapped himself around Yoochun; “Let’s just cuddle for the night, okay?”
“O-okay…but are you feeling alright?” Yoochun asked, patting Changmin’s arm.
“Never better…” Changmin grinned, pulling the covers over them.
-
Author's Notes:
Shamelessly borrowed this AU from yozora_yume 's YooMin which is a good fic and everyone must read it :3 ♥
Rating: PG
Genre: AU/Romance/Bromance/Humor
Summary: Yunho’s dead, Changmin’s the only who can see him.
Changmin, by all means and ways, was a normal being. He was like the boy next door, he loved his food, hated his homework, liked to sleep, occasionally went out for movies, hung out with his friends, sent Christmas cards to his family. He was normal; just like everyone else. Probably the only thing abnormal about himself (or so he thinks) is his best friend; Kim Junsu, because Junsu was far from being normal.
“I don’t think you should move in here.” Junsu shrugged, blocking Changmin’s way into the new apartment. “In fact, I don’t want you to move in here.”
Changmin sighed, chewing on the insides of his cheek, he struggled with the heavy cardboard box he was holding; “We have been through this like seven times and you know I am moving in here, whether you like it or not.”
“No, you are going to turn around and go back to your old apartment.”
“No, I am going to live here.” Changmin snarled and giving Junsu his shoulder, he pushed in.
“But Changmiiiiiiiiin.” Junsu whined, following the taller boy. “This place is haunted.”
“Says you.” Changmin snapped, setting down the cardboard and rolling out the kinks in his shoulder. “This place is perfect…” he yawned, stretching out. “There’s a supermarket right under the building, my college is closer, your apartment is just two blocks away, it’s perfect.”
“Fine…” Junsu grumbled. “Don’t come crying to me when ghosts scare you.”
“You mean you’ll come crying to me because you are scared for me.”
Junsu glared; “I am going to camp in here every weekend and you can’t stop me.”
Changmin sighed and hugged his best friend; “You’re a little boy.”
After Junsu left, Changmin stretched out on his sofa, yawning, moving was probably the most stressful and tiresome job ever, Changmin concluded. As he felt his eyes giving in to sleep, he spotted the front door slightly ajar; Changmin groaned getting off the bed and locked the door; he could have sworn he had locked the door; this place is haunted Junsu’s voice floated back into Changmin’s head and he decided he needed sleep.
-
His neighborhood was amazing, everyone was friendly and warm and they helped Changmin around the place. He walked through the aisles of the supermarket, under his building, picking up a packet of cheese, he moved forward when he bumped into a man. He was tall, well built, dark auburn hair; he wore a coat, with a dark purple scarf neatly wrapped around his neck. Changmin offered a tentative smile and apologized quickly and walked off without turning back.
But he didn’t fail to notice how this man kept following him, it was either that or he was everywhere Changmin went around in the supermarket. Changmin hurried out of the market and quickened his pace when he saw the man trailing him. “Shit…shit shit shit…” Changmin cursed under his breath and ran up the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. Once inside his apartment, he rested his back against the door and took a deep breath.
“Okay, calm down…calm down….” Changmin steadied himself. “He won’t get to you in your apartment and you don’t have to feel scared.”
But he still dialed Junsu’s number and asked him to come over for the weekend.
-
College was tiring and the twenty minutes ride on the crowded subway drained Changmin of energy. As soon as he came back home, he fell on the bed and instantly fell asleep, with his shoes and backpack on.
When he woke up the next day, his backpack was on the table, shoes by the door and socks washed and dried on the clothes line. Changmin frowned, he was absolute he went to sleep with this backpack and shoes on.
But then again, he didn’t remember.
-
It was the weekend and Junsu was on his way to Changmin’s when it happened.
Changmin was lying on the sofa, listening to music and reading a magazine when a shadow fell on him, he frowned and looked up…
…and shrieked.
There he was, that man, tall, well built, dark auburn hair, jacket, purple scarf, same man; leaning on the window, staring at Changmin.
Changmin recoiled in fear and held the magazine in front of him like a shield, like it was going to protect him from this man, who looked the least bit dangerous, but one could never be sure.
“Who - who are you? What do you want? Why are you in my apartment?” Changmin asked, still holding up the magazine.
The man frowned and cocked his head to the side; “You can see me?” He asked, voice deep and smooth like chocolate.
Changmin gaped, lowering the magazine a bit; “Of course I can - I am going crazy…” Changmin laughed, almost hysterically; “College is driving me nuts, I am hallucinating things, imagining stuff.”
He jumped a bit when the door bell rang; “Your friend’s here…” the man chuckled; “He’s kinda jumpy, isn’t he?”
Changmin shook his head; “I am going to have some good food now and when I get back I am not going to see things.”
“Hey, who were you talking too?” Junsu asked, when Changmin opened the door.
“My mother, let’s go eat.”
“Hey - hey I thought we were eating at your place!” Junsu protested when Changmin dragged him.
“Change of plans.” Changmin snapped, nearly punching the elevator button.
“Fine, you pay.” Junsu grumbled.
-
He was still there.
Still there.
Sitting on Changmin’s couch, eating Changmin’s packet of chips, watching Changmin’s movies and resting on Changmin’s pillow;
He was still in the apartment.
“I’m going mad, oh my, God, I am losing my mind, now I’ll have to see a therapist and then he’ll deem me unsuitable for the society and they’ll put me in some asylum where I’ll meet people like myself and I’ll die a lonely cold death on a mattress that probably reeks of pee and vomit.” Changmin cried, held his head and sank down to the floor. “My family is going to disown me, I won’t get to play with my nieces or nephews and the only person who is going to talk to me is probably Junsu.”
“Uh, you want some chips.” The man asked, holding out the packet of chips and raising an eyebrow.
“Who are you?” Changmin cried, throwing his arms out in exasperation. “What do you want? I have no money, I have credit cards, take it and leave me alone.”
“I can’t…” The man shrugged.
“Why? Why? Why?”
“Simply because you are the only who can see me.”
“I am losing it, I am losing it, I am losing it, I am losing it, I am losing it, I am losing it, I am losing, I am losing it, I am losing it.” Changmin chanted again and again till the man sighed and put away the packet of chips, stood up and stretched.
“I am Yunho.” He said, walking up to Changmin with an outstretched hand.
“My imagination is asking me to shake hands with it, what if I am teleported to another universe where they experiment on me?” Changmin spoke to himself, eyeing the man’s hand.
He sighed and squatted next to Changmin; “I am not a part of your imagination, trust me.”
“Then what are you?”
“Jung Yunho, look me up.”
Changmin watched as the man stood up and opened the door and walked out.
-
“You’re dead.”
“Genius!”
“And you lived here before you died. But, how come you can’t walk through stuff?”
“That’s a preconception and stuff made out of people’s imagination.”
“So…that means you are made up of matter, as well?”
“Well duh! What do you think I am a ghost?”
“….uh, well yeah you are dead.”
“Ghosts are so 20th century, grow up Changmin, I am way more superior then a ghost, I mean I can make Casper my personal assistant or something.”
“Right, so how can I see you?”
“I don’t know, you are the only who can.”
“Is it because of you people think this place is haunted?”
Yunho laughed loudly, holding his sides; “Yeah, God that’s so much fun scaring people like that. The best one was when I held up a lit candle at twelve in the night, the couple that stayed here then, screamed and ran out, I never saw them again.”
“You are horrible.” Changmin glared at Yunho.
“Hey, why don’t you try being dead and not talking to anyone for ten years, it’s kind of a sad after life.”
Changmin sighed; “So, what now?”
“What do you mean, what now, learn to live with me.”
Changmin groaned and sunk into the sofa; “I don’t want a roommate.”
“You’re lucky; your roommate’s not even alive.”
-
Yunho, as Changmin had expected, was downright annoying.
“You missed a spot.”
“DUDE!” Changmin shrieked, covering his body with his hands. “Trying to have a bath here.”
“I can see that.” Yunho leered; “But you missed a spot on your back.”
“Do you mind?” Changmin asked, gesturing towards the door;
“No I don’t mind.” Yunho replied smugly and crossed his arms across his chest and smiled, mischief twinkling in his almond colored eyes.
Changmin pulled a towel around himself and switched off the shower; “You just topped Junsu at being annoying and no one tops Junsu at that.” Changmin huffed, stomping out of the bathroom and leaving wet trails behind.
“You need to learn to be hygienic, Changmin-ah.” Yunho chuckled, following Changmin out of the bathroom. “Maybe I could give your back a scrub?” Yunho suggested wiggling his fingers to Changmin’s face.
“Ew, no thank you, you have dirty hands.”
“My fingers are pretty, okay.”
-
Yunho loved messing with Junsu, every weekend, much to Changmin’s annoyance.
“Changmin…” Junsu squeaked; “What’s that bottle doing there? I swear I put in the fridge, I swear I did.”
“Er…I got it out.” Changmin said, picking up the bottle and side eyeing Yunho on the sofa, rolling with laughter. “I wanted to eat it with my pizza.”
“You wanted to eat vinegar with pizza?” Junsu looked at Changmin, with a strange expression.
“Uh…” Changmin looked at the bottle; “Yeah, it’s gives me that tingly taste I want.”
Junsu frowned and sat at the table; “I’m telling you, there are ghosts in this building.”
“I am not a ghost.” Yunho huffed picking a pillow to hit Junsu.
“Don’t!” Changmin yelled.
“Don’t what?” Junsu frowned.
“Uh…..don’t - don’t eat that.” Changmin said, grabbing Junsu’s pizza from his hand.
“What? Why?”
“Um, because I want it.”
Junsu frowned; “You’re weird Changmin.”
“Tell him there are no ghosts.” Yunho pouted like a child and Changmin sighed.
“…and there are no such things like ghosts.”
“What?”
“There are no such things as ghosts, okay? Now eat your pizza.”
“Thank you Changmin….” Yunho smiled.
“Your welcome.”
“What did you say?” Junsu asked, leaning in.
“Eat your pizza, oh God I am losing my head.”
Yunho laughed and Junsu frowned.
-
It was on a rainy weekend, when Junsu had to visit his grandparents in another town, Yunho and Changmin spoke to each other, heart to heart. They sat in front of the window, Changmin hummed to some song and Yunho swayed to the rhythm.
“You should have been a singer.” Yunho chuckled softly, turning to Changmin. “You have a good voice.”
Changmin looked at Yunho, eyes mismatched, lips twisted in an unbearably cute lopsided grin, he ran a hand through his hair sheepishly; “What did you do - - you know when you were uh. . . “
“Alive?” Yunho smiled.
Though Changmin was more or less used to having Yunho walk around this apartment and never leave, it was still awkward and all the more frightening to the boy that Yunho wasn’t really alive, that he wasn’t really there, that he was probably a figment of something that he was once.
“Yeah.” Changmin breathed, turning away from Yunho’s face and staring at the threads of raindrops.
“I was in love.”
Changmin turned to Yunho, the raindrops casting small shadows on Yunho’s face; “…in love?”
“In love and you know what sucks?”
“What?”
“He didn’t know I loved him.”
Changmin turned to stare at Yunho; “…you are kidding right?”
“Scout’s honor.” Yunho held his hand up.
“How did you - you know - die?”
“Some punk high on alcohol crashed into my car when driving…and you know what they say, you see your life flashing before your eyes, I only saw him, which was weird because we had just fought” Yunho chuckled.
“I am sorry” Changmin said grimly, patting Yunho’s back. “I don’t know how you feel, but it must suck.”
“For your sake, I hope you never go through what I am feeling.” Yunho smiled and Changmin thought maybe if Yunho was alive they would have been friends and good friends at that.
“Never hold back, Changmin. If you like someone, just tell them before it’s too late, trust me on that, there are times when I think if only Jaejoong knew how I felt may- “
“What - ” Changmin cut in; “- did you say his name was?”
“Jaejoong.”
“…Kim Jaejoong?”
Yunho blinked; “Yeah?”
“I know him.”
-
Changmin ran in between the crowds, Yunho at his heel; “He’s a teacher.” Changmin screamed to Yunho, ignoring the weird looks he got from people around him. “He teaches music at my university, he’s good at it.”
“Of course he is…” Yunho chuckled; “Remind me again, why we are running?”
“I don’t know…” Changmin panted, stopping to catch his breathe; “…it adds to the effect.”
Yunho clicked his tongue; “You have been watching way too many movies.”
“Anyway, we should hurry it’s almost five and he leaves the campus by five.” Changmin rushed through his words, not caring about how people were looking at him and passing silent comments.
“Hey Changmin…” Yunho caught him by the shoulder;
“What?”
“Thanks.”
-
“He’s gorgeous.” Yunho smiled, staring at the lone figure in the piano room, packing up his bag and making sure he hadn’t left anything behind.
Changmin picked up his pace, leaving Yunho behind and walked towards the man; “Good evening, Jaejoong -sshi” Changmin bowed.
“Oh…” Jaejoong stood up straight, eyes going wide when he spotted Changmin; “Changmin-ah…surprise seeing you here.”
“I wanted to talk to you.” Changmin said, looking around and saw Yunho slowly walking towards them.
“Now? Can’t it wait till tomorrow? I have an appo-“
“…were you ever in love?”
Jaejoong stopped and stared at Changmin; “Excuse me?”
“Love, were you ever in love?”
Jaejoong smiled; “Is this about Yoochun?”
“Who’s Yoochun?” Yunho asked, coming from behind him.
“Shut up, I am trying to talk here.”
“What?” Jaejoong frowned.
“No, not you Jaejoong-sshi…just this - were you ever in love?”
“Are you feeling alright, Changmin-ah?”
“Yes, I - “
“Ask him if he remembers me.” Yunho poked Changmin; though his eyes were on Jaejoong .
“Ow, don’t poke me, you know I hate it.” Changmin squirmed, rubbing his side.
“Changmin I didn’t - are you sure…”
“Jaejoong -sshi…”
“Yes…?”
“Do you know anyone named Yunho?”
“Jung Yunho, take my full name bastard.” Yunho frowned, glaring at Changmin.
“Jung Yunho…” Changmin sighed.
Jaejoong looked visibly flushed and his eyes had hardened, he nervously licked his lips and picked up his bag; “No, I don’t know anyone like that. Now, if we are done, I would like to leave now.” Saying he walked out of the room quickly.
But Changmin and Yunho followed; much to Yunho’s disapproval. “Maybe he really doesn’t remember me. We should stop.”
“Are you crazy…” Changmin frowned; “Here’s your chance to tell him.”
“I’m dead, Changmin.” Yunho balled his fists to the side; “I am dead, it’s too late.”
Changmin stared at Yunho for a long while; “It’s never too late, Yunho. If we don’t hurry up now…we’re going to miss him.”
-
“Jaejoong sshi please - “
“Oh God, Changmin you followed me?” Jaejoong spun around; “Why are you doing this?”
“Please listen…” Changmin nearly begged; “Please?”
“What? What do you want? Did I know a Jung Yunho? Yes, I knew a Jung Yunho - but he died, Changmin. He’s gone anything else?” Jaejoong clenched his jaw and stared at Changmin.
“I know…”
“What?” Jaejoong furrowed his brows.
“He’s dead, I know.”
“Okay, what do you want?” Jaejoong frowned, crossing his arms across his chest. “What do you want Changmin?”
“I -“ Changmin took a deep breath and slowly let it out; “I can see him.”
“Wh-what?” Jaejoong blinked, voice shaky, eyes unsure.
“I can see him” Changmin sighed, turning to Yunho who stood beside him, eyes on Jaejoong. “He’s right here.”
Jaejoong frowned, staring at empty space; “Changmin, if you are drunk let me tell you it’s sad that you drink before the sun sets and if you are playing a prank, then this is a very, very horrible prank to play.”
“No, Jaejoong-sshi…ugh Yunho say something.” Changmin let a frustrated sigh and looked at Yunho.
“If I tell you something, will you repeat it?” Yunho asked, sparing Changmin a glance and looking back at Jaejoong.
“Yeah, okay.” Changmin looked at Jaejoong; “He wants to tell you something.”
“Changmin, I insist you go visit a doctor before - “
“Boo Jae…” Changmin shut his eyes and forced the words out of his mouth.
Jaejoong stared, shell shocked; “What - what did you just call me?”
“I am just repeating what Yunho’s telling me to.” Changmin said, shrugging lightly.
“…and you are doing a good job at it.” Yunho thumped Changmin’s back with glee.
“Changmin…please…” Jaejoong stuttered, trying to fight the lump down his throat. “I think you really need a doctor.”
“Ask him…” Yunho smiled at the thought itself; “Ask him, whether he still gets rashes on his thighs?”
Changmin stared at Yunho; “Okay no, I am not asking him that.”
“Please…?” Yunho and pouted and Changmin shut his eyes again and turned to Jaejoong; “Do you - do you still get rashes by your thighs?”
Jaejoong looked up at Changmin, the life in his dark brown eyes slowly ebbing away, he half sobbed and half laughed. Resting against the wall, he covered his face with his hands, soundlessly sobbing, laughing. Remembering;
“This is so weird.” Jaejoong shook his head; “This is too weird.”
“He loved you.”
“Loves you…Changmin, do you not listen to me?” Yunho frowned; “I love him.”
“Okay, okay…he loves you.” Changmin said, looking at Jaejoong. “He loves you a lot.”
“Is he - here?” Jaejoong asked, looking around.
“Right next to me.” Changmin pointed to Yunho (which was nothing but empty space to Jaejoong’s eyes)
“Hi Boo.” Yunho waved cheerfully.
“He’s waving…” Changmin chuckled.
Tears pooled around Jaejoong’s eyes, he looked around; “I - “ he choked, voice shaking. “I want to see him.”
Yunho’s breath hitched and Changmin looked at Jaejoong uneasily; “I - I don’t think you can…”
Jaejoong tried to blink away his tears and looked at Changmin, straightening up; “Right, I am going to go now….” Jaejoong nodded at Changmin and lamely walked up to his apartment. Yunho watched him, lifelessly open the door to his apartment and walk in and sighed.
“Thanks…” He said, looking at Changmin. “You tried your best.”
Changmin shrugged lightly and looked at Yunho; “We should go…” he said quietly.
“You should…I have something left to do.”
Changmin took a breath and nodded, he didn’t bother asking anything, just turned on his heels and left, walked away from Yunho. And that was probably the last he ever saw of him.
-
The next day at the university, Jaejoong caught up with Changmin and pulled him to a classroom; “I saw him…” He panted, eyes shining and he seemed to be glowing.
“What?” Changmin frowned.
“I saw him, I saw Yunho…in my dreams. I met him.” Jaejoong laughed heartily.
“Oh…”
“Thank you…” Jaejoong gushed, taking Changmin’s hand in his and squeezing it. “Thank you very much.”
Changmin smiled and squeezed Jaejoong’s hand back; “I’m glad.” He said.
-
And Yunho was gone.
Like how he had come, he disappeared. Changmin spent days walking around his apartment, dragging his socked feet around the place trying to figure out how he was going to work out his life without his roommate, silence made him feel awkward, he sometimes mistook a gust of wind for Yunho and spun around expecting to see that tall man, almond colored eyes shining like the sun and his usual infectious smile.
But sadly, it was just the wind.
He hated to admit it, (and he knew he was never going to) but he missed Yunho.
-
Changmin sat by the piano in the piano room and his fingers trailed along the keys, he sighed; he frowned when saw few music sheets by the stand, he flipped it open and started playing the notes.
When he finished, someone applauded. Changmin peered over the piano and felt his ears turning red; “Oh, hi Yoochun.” He greeted the boy who stood at the entrance.
“You know, even I can’t play my music as well as you play it.” Yoochun chuckled, walking in; “You are good, Changmin.”
“I try to be…” Changmin shrugged nonchalantly and laughed.
“Let’s play together?” Yoochun asked, sitting in next to Changmin and Changmin thought he was going to pass out. If it wasn’t enough that he had always nursed a crush ever since he had seen Yoochun in the university, now Yoochun was sitting so close to him, he could sniff Yoochun’s cologne right off him. It was a tantalizing turn on.
Changmin watched as Yoochun took over the notes and played it, the notes were under his mercy and he ruled them like a king.
“I thought I said, we should play together…” Yoochun smiled, looking at Changmin and Changmin felt his mouth go dry.
“Yeah, okay.”
“Never hold back, Changmin. If you like someone, just tell them before it’s too late” Yunho’s voice floated back into Changmin’s head and Changmin stopped playing the piano.
“What happened?” Yoochun asked, turning to Changmin.
“Hey…you wanna grab lunch later?” Changmin asked, before he could stop himself.
Yoochun smiled and nodded; “Sure…I don’t mind.”
-
Changmin pulled Yoochun flush against him; Yoochun was everything Changmin wasn’t, classy, petite and fit right into Changmin’s tall frame. Yoochun’s fingers tangled in between Changmin’s hair, pulling him closer; Changmin growled from the back of his throat, gripping onto Yoochun’s waist; Yoochun chuckled in a low whisper; “Woah there lover boy…” Changmin slid his hands down Yoochun’s waist and in one smooth move he lifted Yoochun off the floor; they kissed each other desperately, latching themselves onto the other, making sure this was real, trying to live in the heated moment when;
“Woah Changmin, take it slowly…”
Changmin snapped away from Yoochun and saw Yunho sitting on the floor, cross legged and clearly enjoying his time.
“Changmin…is everything alright?” Yoochun asked, breathing heavily and voice, husky.
Changmin chewed in his smile and he chuckled softly; “Welcome back…” he grinned, looking at Yunho.
“What?” Yoochun asked, lines forming on his forehead.
“If you thought I was leaving you, you were highly mistaken Shim Changmin…” Yunho stood up, and brushing his pants he walked out of the room. “I was just spending some time with my boo.”
Changmin grinned and wrapped himself around Yoochun; “Let’s just cuddle for the night, okay?”
“O-okay…but are you feeling alright?” Yoochun asked, patting Changmin’s arm.
“Never better…” Changmin grinned, pulling the covers over them.
-
Author's Notes:
Shamelessly borrowed this AU from yozora_yume 's YooMin which is a good fic and everyone must read it :3 ♥