Micky Rabbit (Chapter 10)
"Disneyland has Micky Mouse and Roger Rabbit. I have my own Micky Rabbit.”
“Who was it?” Junsu walked out of his room in time to see Siwon putting down Junsu’s cellphone. His head was pounding and he felt dizzy.
Siwon looked up at Junsu’s flushed face. “I thought I told you to take the pills and sleep.”
“I can’t sleep. You’re making this a big deal when it’s only a fever,” Junsu told his good friend as he sat down on the couch.
“Your inability to take care of yourself is pissing me off,” Siwon told him. “I want nothing more than to lock you in your room for a week and force you to rest for the sake of your health.”
“Siwon, I’m fine,” Junsu tried to assure, although he felt the heat in his palm as he touched his own cheek. “You really don’t need to take my cellphone from me either.”
“I didn’t want anyone to bother you so you can get all the rest you need…but I guess that’s not going to happen.”
“What do you mean? Who called me? Is there something wrong with the company?”
“No, there’s something wrong with some guy who is in the hospital and in danger of dying.”
Junsu’s eyes widened and he sat up straight. “Who?”
“‘Yoochun’ or something. Isn’t that the guy that you had the detectives find?” Siwon inquired. Junsu felt his heart pound and it got hard to breathe.
“He’s in the hospital in danger of dying and you’re asking me about this stuff? Drive me the hospital!”
“Okay, okay,” Siwon raised his hand in defeat as he reached for his keys. Junsu rushed him out of the house and kept shouting at him to speed up throughout the whole ride.
Ten minutes later, they were at the hospital that would normally take twenty minutes to drive to.
Siwon watched Junsu run out of the car before the engine even turned off and towards the hospital. He had been annoyed at the guy who had called Junsu earlier because he did not want any disturbance to Junsu’s rest.
Junsu had been a walking zombie for the past month and with the lack of sleep and overworking, he’d finally fallen with a fever. Still, he did not take care of himself. He was too busy burying himself in work…
But now that Siwon thought about it, since they were at the hospital, maybe Siwon could get Junsu to see a doctor as well. Thank you to the guy who called…or even the guy who was ‘in danger of dying’.
Siwon quickly follow Junsu into the hospital. As if by luck, just as they walked in, a nurse was handing a doctor a file and telling the doctor, “This is Park Yoochun’s file.”
Junsu quickly ran to the doctor and grabbed tightly onto his coat. “Are you Park Yoochun’s doctor? How is he? What happened? Was he in an accident? Did he lose a lot of blood? I’m his brother! I can give blood to him!”
“Junsu!” Siwon tried to pry Junsu off the shocked doctor. Nurses and patiences around them were watching in shock at the crazy man in pink.
“Brother?” several voices chorused, interrupting the chaotic situation as an awkward silence took over.
Junsu took a deep breath and turned his head slowly to look at the owner of the voices.
There was Yoochun and everyone else. But Junsu’s eyes were only on Yoochun.
Yoochun was not one of the voices who chorused ‘Brother?’ He had been too happy to see Junsu when he walked into the lobby. Nothing else mattered to him except that Junsu was standing before him.
Meanwhile, in the background, chaos continued.
Mrs. Park was shouting at Mr. Park, “‘Brother’? Did you cheat on me?”
“No! Of course not!” Mr. Park exclaimed.
“‘Brother’? Is that why Junsu left?” Jaejoong inquired.
“Are they really brothers?” Yunho said at the same time.
“Then…they can’t be together…” Bomi added.
“No more ‘Yoosu’ pair?” Changmin murmured disappointedly.
They all looked at Yoochun, expecting him to be angry, to shout and scream. But he wasn’t doing any of that. He was grinning as he ran to Junsu and hugged the other man tightly.
It was as if the fear of pain had allowed him to NOT register Junsu’s words in his mind…and in his heart.
“Oh, gosh, I’ve missed you so much!” Yoochun held Junsu tightly in his arms.
“You’re okay? You’re okay!” Junsu whispered as he hugged Yoochun in return. “You’re okay.”
“Wait a minute,” Siwon cut in. He pulled Junsu away from Yoochun. Yoochun refused to let go, but Jaejoong and Changmin quickly stepped forward to pull Yoochun away from Junsu.
“Junsu, what are you saying? How can Yoochun be your brother?” Yunho interrogated.
“Can we talk about this in a more private setting?” Mr. Park demanded. There was a crowd of doctors, nurses, patiences, and their visitors surrounding them.
With some push and pulls, everyone went back to the room Yoochun had been assigned. Siwon led Junsu while Jaejoong and Changmin were on each side of Yoochun. Mr. Park was trying to explain to the angry Mrs. Park. Yunho and Bomi felt like they were watching a movie.
Junsu and Siwon sat in one corner while the others took seats on the other side of the room. Jaejoong and Changmin had to push Yoochun into a seat as if he was a brainless doll.
The door to the room closed and silence took over. No one knew what to say.
‘Say something,’ Changmin’s expression told Jaejoong.
‘What do I say?’ Jaejoong’s eyes replied.
They looked over at Yoochun. It seemed that the walk from the lobby to the room allowed Junsu’s words to finally register. Just one word mattered: ‘Brother’.
He was staring tentatively at Junsu, as was everyone else. Siwon looked like he was staring down the whole family and protecting Junsu from a herd of danger.
“I think this a matter between these two. Let’s leave them alone,” Yunho finally broke the silence.
“If this involves a step-son that I don’t know about, I’d like to know about it too,” Mrs. Park said a matter-of-factly, glaring at Mr. Park.
“I’ve never cheated on you!” Mr. Park exclaimed.
“He never cheated on you,” Junsu eventually spoke. His soft voice controlled the whole room. “My father…he cheated on my mother and…they had a child out of wedlock. My father’s mistress was angry at him for not leaving my mother so she took their son and ran away. Many years later, my father found out that she died in an accident and the child, at five-years-old, was placed into an orphanage.”
“That child…” Yunho murmured. He suddenly felt Jaejoong squeeze his hand.
Junsu raised his head to look into Yunho’s eyes. Then he turned to look at Yoochun’s heartwrenchingly handsome face. “That child is Yoo…”
“No! That’s not me!” Yoochun cut in. “It can’t be me! I’m not your brother! I love you too much to be your brother!”
“I’ve had detectives investigate this. I even have a DNA test! You don’t know it for a fact, but I do!” Junsu blinked to hold back the tears. The pain he had tried so hard to avoid in the past month was coming back…and a million times more painful.
“I’d like to see that DNA test,” Mr. Park spoke. All eyes were on him. “You had detectives to investigate, but I have hard copy facts to show that Yoochun is my biological son. Changmin and Jaejoong were the ones we had adopted.”
Everyone felt a sense of hope when they heard Mr. Park’s words. Yoochun wanted to hug Junsu and cheer, but at the same time, he was afraid that something else would come up to crush his hope of a happily ever after.
Junsu blinked in shock. “But…I thought Yoochun and Jaejoong were adopted.”
“You may want to go find those detectives and get a refund,” Mr. Park replied. “How did you start off thinking Yoochun is your step-brother in the first place?”
Siwon touched Junsu’s shoulder to give him support. He was so confused, so overwhelmed with so many emotions. He wanted to be happy, but he was afraid to be.
Yoochun frowned upon Siwon’s gesture. Changmin noticed and looked over to the other side of Yoochun to see if Jaejoong noticed. Jaejoong did not get Changmin’s expression message because he was just staring emotionlessly at the ground.
“My father told me about his affair and my step-brother on his death bed. The accident damaged his body in a very severe way while it killed my mother on the spot. He…” Junsu tried to breathe as he recalled the memories. Siwon held his hands and Junsu gave him a thankful smile.
Yoochun made an attempt to stand up and walk over to punch Siwon, but Changmin held him back.
“You look ill. Do you want to talk about this another time?” Mrs. Park observed.
“He has a fever,” Siwon informed. “He’s been unwilling to rest and that’s why I was so angry when someone called to bother him.”
Yunho took it that the ‘someone’ was him. He looked over to see Siwon looking at him, having guessed that the caller was Yunho.
“No, I want to get this cleared out,” Junsu interrupted.
“No, you need to rest,” Siwon and Yoochun chorused. Yoochun glared at Siwon.
“After he came out of the ER, my father told me to return home and search for a picture in his office. I found it…hidden in a book in his office and returned to the hospital immediately,” Junsu ignored the two and continued to explain. It felt like a hammer was pounding on his temples.
But he had to continue. He wanted to continue.
He wanted to be happy again.
[F.l.a.s.h.b.a.c.k]
“Appa!” Junsu called when he was finally allowed into the room. It hurt him to see his weak father surrounded by machines and tubes to keep him alive.
“Did you find the picture?” Mr. Kim’s hoarse voice inquired.
Junsu nodded and quickly retrieved the picture from his bag. He held it in front of his father, who looked even too weak to see.
Junsu noted the small smile on Mr. Kim’s lips as he used what strength he had left to touch a face on the picture. The picture was a family portrait with five people in it: an elderly couple and three sons. Mr. Kim’s fingers were touching the face of the son sitting in the middle.
“Appa, you need to rest,” Junsu said, hoping his pain did not show in his voice. He was already so heartbroken by his mother’s death.
“Junsu, listen to me. Years ago, before you were born, I had a short affair with another woman. She…she gave birth to my child, but was angry at me for choosing your mother over her. She left with our son, your older brother, and I never saw her again. It’s been a needle in my heart for all these years. I really wanted to make it up to them so I…I hired a detective to find them. The detective told me that she had died in an accident long ago and our son…he was five…” Mr. Kim coughed to clear his throat.
“Appa, rest, you can tell me later. I will help you find him. I will.”
“I’m afraid…if I do not tell you now, I will not…”
“No, you will! You will!” Junsu felt the tears begin to flow. Too fresh was the scenario of walking into the cold room to see his mother’s corpse. He could not stand having his father leave him.
“Junsu, listen to me!” his father begged, holding tightly onto his son’s hand. His own tears fell. “The detective eventually found out that he was adopted by a kind family. This…this is the family. The detective managed to get his hands on this picture and this…this is your brother.”
Junsu turned towards the picture to see where his father pointed. His moist eyes saw the shaky hand reaching to point and his index finger finally landed on the young man standing in the middle of the picture.
“Appa…” Junsu began to say, but then he saw the hand drop and it felt like his own heart stopped.
Junsu stared at the picture he was holding up, he was unwilling to turn his head to look at his father.
Shaking as tears poured from his eyes, Junsu clenched his teeth together before finally turning his head to look at his father’s closed eyes.
“Appa,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. He wanted to scream, to cry, but his throat felt clogged by the tumor of sorrow.
[E.n.d.F.l.a.s.h.b.a.c.k]
Bomi and Mrs. Park were wipping away tears as they listened to Junsu’s explanation. Even the men were feeling an urge to cry.
Mr. Park regained his composure first. “Do you have the picture that your father told you to find?”
“It’s in my home in America. It turns out my father’s detective got the picture at the orphanage when your family went back to visit it in the Christmas of 2006. I don’t know how he did it, but out of all those people, he narrowed it down to your family.”
“Yes, the place had been newly reconstructed and it made headlines because it is the oldest orphanage in Seoul. No one was officially invited, but those who knew that they were once taken in by the orphanage showed up to celebrate,” Mr. Park clarified. “Our family was among the crowd.”
“Your father pointed at Yoochun’s picture, but did you take into account that he was probably too weak to see the picture clearly?” Yunho inquired. The others were still listening tentatively.
“I did. That is why I rented the apartment for a ridiculous price and tried to get my hands on a strand of Yoochun’s hair,” Junsu replied. He felt the pit in his stomach again. He was all too ready to accept that it was all a misunderstanding and Yoochun was not his sibling. But how would Mr. Park explain the DNA test?
“You purposely clogged the toilet in the hallway so you could go into my bathroom?” Yoochun inquired.
“What else could I do? Ask you for a strand of hair?” Junsu retorted.
“You got the hair from Yoochun’s restroom?” Jaejoong finally spoke, reminding everyone of his existence in the room.
All eyes turned to him and the answer seemed to have dawned. “Your blond hair…” Junsu began. “You had black hair the first time I saw you and the second time I saw you, you had dyed it. You told me you had ‘just’ gotten it dyed so I assumed it was no longer than a day ago.”
“I had it dyed the same day I first met you because I liked the portion of Yoochun’s blond hair,” Jaejoong looked into Junsu’s eyes. “I was at Yoochun’s place the next night…the night before you moved in and I had used his restroom.”
“Then that strand of blond hair that I found…” Junsu murmured.
“It was Jaejoong’s hair! It was his hair! You’re his brother! I’m not your brother!” Yoochun cheered.
Everyone released a sigh of relief. It was like the air was no longer thick, the tension was gone, and they could breathe freely again.
Junsu slowly stood up and Siwon helped him. With a smile he walked over to where Yoochun and Jaejoong stood abreast.
Jaejoong was smiling at him, seeing him in a new light: no longer just the good friend, but a real brother.
Seeing Junsu walk over, Yoochun was ready to open his arms to hug Junsu.
But Junsu fell into a hug with Jaejoong instead. Their audience looked happily at the hugging siblings…and then looked over at Yoochun and wanted to crack up at his embarrassment.
“Ya! That’s enough,” Yoochun exclaimed. “Alone time for us now.”
“Yoochun, leave them alone. They have a lot of catching up to do,” Mrs. Park lectured.
“I have a lot of catching up to do with Junsu!” Yoochun pouted.
“You need to go check yourself out of the hospital and pay the fee too!” Changmin ordered.
With one arm still around Jaejoong’s shoulder, Junsu turned to look at Yoochun. “So you aren’t in danger of dying?”
“It was just a little joke,” Yoochun replied sheepishly.
“Little joke? I was in tears!” Changmin slapped his arm.
“Yeah, I love you too,” Yoochun brushed off Changmin’s statement. Then he turned to hint to Junsu, “But I think lovers should be more important than brothers. I’d definitely put my lover before my siblings.”
Junsu wondered if he should take the hint and run into Yoochun’s arms instead of remaining by Jaejoong’s side.
“Is that so? Then what about your parents?” Jaejoong dared.
“Uh…” Yoochun glanced at his parents who were giving him an amused look.
Then Junsu released a soft cough. “Your skin is hot. We should have a doctor look at your fever,” Jaejoong touched Junsu’s forehead.
Junsu’s eyes began to flutter. “I’m fine, but I think those pills Siwon gave me are finally kicking in.”
“Put him on the bed,” Mrs. Park suggested. Jaejoong and Yoochun quickly helped Junsu to the bed.
Yoochun began touching Junsu’s forehead and placing his hands on Junsu’s cheeks. “We should get the doctor.”
“No, no, I’m fine,” Junsu murmured with a smile on his lips. His eyes were half open. “I just want to sleep a little bit. Then I need to wake up. I need to catch up on this whole month that I’ve wasted without all of you. I need to tell Jaejoong about our father. I need to tell Changmin about a new restaurant I found with delicious food.”
“What about Yoochun?” Yoochun inquired, kneeling on the side of the bed so Junsu could look at his face.
Junsu continued to smile softly with half opened eyes. “I need to tell Bomi about lastest fashion trends.”
“What about Yoochun?” Yoochun repeated.
His eyes closed, but the smile remained. “I need to tell Mr. and Mrs. Park to tell me everything I want to know about Jaejoong’s childhood.”
“What about Yoochun?”
“I need to tell Yunho ‘thank you’ for…asking for my…phone number,” Junsu yawned.
“What about Yoochun?” Yoochun pouted. “What do you have to tell Yoochun?”
“I need to tell Siwon…that Micky chewed up…his favorite shirt,” Junsu murmured softly.
“What?” Siwon exclaimed.
“Shut up,” Yoochun cut Siwon off, and then turned back to Junsu. “Junsu, what about Yoochun? What do you have to tell Yoochun?”
“And lastly, I need…to tell Yoochun…that…that…”
Yoochun waited for those three special words, his eyes glittering and his lips ready to cheer. “That?”
“…I’m tired,” Junsu mumbled in an almost silent voice.
He was deep in sleep, dreaming the perfect dream.
Yoochun was pouting like a child while the others laughed at his misery.
-●○-●○-●○-
“Where is everyone?” Junsu rubbed his eyes like a child. The hospital room looked bigger now that there were only two people in it.
“I shooed them home,” Yoochun replied as he poured Junsu a glass of water, a frown on his brows. “Pabo Changmin even got moola out of me to pay for his dinner tonight.”
“Why is that?” Junsu inquired as he sipped at the water.
“He wouldn’t leave us alone until I agreed to pay for dinner. Watch me beat all the food out of him tomorrow,” Yoochun grumbled.
Junsu smiled. “He’s your brother and after the scare you gave him, you should buy him lunch and breakfast as well.”
Yoochun noted how great it was to see Junsu’s smile again, but he didn’t show it. He continued to act angry, snatching the cup out of Junsu’s hand and placed it loudly on the table.
“Do I need to buy you food to make up for giving you a scare too?” Yoochun asked rhetorically.
“That would be nice,” Junsu grinned.
“Well, since we’re calculating who owes who what, let’s analyze your accounting book. I’m sure you owe me enough to be up to your neck in debt.”
Junsu blinked confusingly. “What do I owe you?”
“WHAT do you owe me?” Yoochun exclaimed. He began counting off his fingers. “You broke my poor fragile heart twice. You hid your identity from me. You lied about not being in love with me. You turned me from trash to a gentleman. You…”
“How is that a bad thing?” Junsu interrupted.
“Because I said so.”
“Would it help if I made some confessions?”
Yoochun pulled the blanket off Junsu and made him sit Indian-style on half of the bed. Then he jumped onto the other side to sit facing Junsu. “You may begin.”
Junsu chuckled at Yoochun’s arrogant attitude. “Hmm…where to begin?”
“You have THAT many lies to confess to?” Yoochun pouted.
“Oh, I remember one. Remember when I ‘accidentally’ allowed Micky out of my sight and he ended up messing up your room?”
“Yeah…”
“I was the one who created most of the mess. I did it because I could not stand such a messy room.”
“Ha! I knew it!” Yoochun snapped his finger.
Junsu raised an eyebrow. “No, you did not.”
Yoochun stuck out his lower lip and slouched. “Fine, I didn’t know.”
Junsu smiled. “Hmm…it was when I cleaned your room that I found that picture of the three of you. I told myself that I wanted a picture of you because we were brothers. But for some reason, I didn’t like telling myself that though.”
Yoochun’s eyes lit up. He tried to act cool. “So was that when you realized you’re so madly in love with me?”
“I don’t think so. I think I didn’t like the thought of you being my brother at that time I found that picture because I saw how messy and immature you were.”
Yoochun returned to a slouching posture again. “You’re killing my pride here.”
Junsu chuckled. “What about you? When did you realize that you were in love with me?”
“When you told me that I had misunderstood you for being in love with me…that was right after the Yunho-being-my-boyfriend incident.”
“Really? How ironic!”
“How sad! I was miserable! I kept dropping hint after hint, but you were too much of a pabo to see them! At one point, I kept asking myself, ‘Is Junsu stupid or he just doesn’t share my feelings?’”
“The answer is, ‘Neither. Junsu was pretending to be dumb.’ I ignored those hints on purpose. I didn’t want to think that those hints meant…love.”
“Well, you can stop ignoring the true feelings now,” Yoochun said, his eyes on Junsu. His hand crawled over to take Junsu’s hand.
Junsu acted like the action did not make him giddy. But it was hard to contain.
“Would you mind if I turn immature and act all giddy?” Junsu inquired.
“Mind? Yeah, right!”
Junsu laughed and pushed himself off his bum. He knelt on the bed and wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck as they embraced.
“Jaejoong is my brother! I found my brother and I found you! You’re not my brother! You’re not! This is such an amazing feeling! I can’t even call it ‘happiness’!”
Yoochun was grinning widely. He hugged Junsu tightly and never wanted to let go. He was showering in happiness. They both were.
“Is there something else you want to tell me? I’m still mad at you for what you said before you fell asleep!”
“Is that why you were acting angry when I woke up?” Junsu inquired, pulled away slightly to look at Yoochun’s face.
“Heck yeah! You said you’d tell Jaejoong this and tell Changmin that. You even mentioned my parents, Bomi, and then Siwon! I kept asking you ‘What about Yoochun?’ and all you told me was that you’re tired!”
Junsu laughed. “Okay, well, I guess I can tell you now.”
“You better!”
“I want to tell you...” Junsu paused, loving the anticipation in Yoochun’s eyes. “…I’m starving. Can you go buy me some mandoo?”
Yoochun’s mouth dropped open and it felt like someone just poured a bucket of cold water over his head. “Ya! That’s not what I wanted to hear!”
“You don’t have the heart to listen to my poor stomach growl, do you?” Junsu looked at him with puppy eyes.
Yoochun felt his heart melt, but he climbed off the bed. “This is evil! Evil!” he exclaimed.
Junsu was laughed as he left the room to go buy food.
Alone in the room, Junsu glanced out the window to look at the stars. He sighed happily and smiled. Joy painted his handsome face.
Words could not describe what he was feeling right now.
-●○-●○-●○-
“Mandoo!”
Junsu heard Jaejoong’s voice before he even saw the older man walk into the hospital room.
“Jaejoong!” Junsu grinned, but then the grin slightly faded when he saw that Jaejoong was alone. “Where’s Yoochun?”
“I’m not sure. He dropped his mandoo off for me and told me to bring it to you,” Jaejoong replied.
“That’s it?”
“He looked bothered when he dropped these off. He was frowning the whole time. What happened between you two?”
“I think I may have gone overboard with the teasing,” Junsu looked down guiltly. “Maybe I should have told him the three words he wanted to hear.”
“You still haven’t told him?”
“I just wanted to tease him for a little bit more…”
“That’s a bad idea. You have no idea how much those words mean to him. He knows it for himself, but it would mean the world if you said them.”
“Do you think he’s angry at me?”
“I don’t think Yoochun could ever be angry with you,” Jaejoong placed a hand on Junsu’s shoulder.
“He’s not angry, but maybe he’s upset. Why else would he have you bring the mandoo?”
“Good point…” Jaejoong murmured. “Why don’t you eat first? I’ll call him for you.”
Junsu nodded. He began to eat while Jaejoong dialed Yoochun’s number. He didn’t pick up.
Junsu saw the worried expression on Jaejoong’s face. He didn’t want Jaejoong to worry.
Junsu smiled. “Don’t worry about it. He’s probably being childish. I’ll make it up to him when I get out of here.”
“The doctor said you can leave tomorrow.”
“The doctor said or you guys want me to leave tomorrow?” Junsu questioned.
“We asked the doctor to let you stay overnight so you could rest off the fever.”
“I’m feeling a lot better,” Junsu assured.
“Good,” Jaejoong smiled.
“Remember the first time we met?” Junsu bit on the mandoo. He picked up another pair of chopsticks and handed it to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong accept the chopsticks. “When you walked out of the elevator and I walked out of Yoochun’s apartment?”
“Yeah, you looked so familiar, but I couldn’t remember that you were the one in the family picture.”
“I don’t blame you. You probably had all your concentration on Yoochun and blurred out the rest of our pictures in your memory.”
Junsu smiled. “Guilty.”
Jaejoong swallowed a small piece of mandoo and tapped at his chin. “Want to tell me some things about your childhood? I feel bad that I missed out on it.”
“There’s nothing to feel bad about. I was a boring child. The only interesting thing from my childhood was the fight I got into with a kid because he refused to wash his hands after using the restroom.”
Jaejoong laughed. “I always got on Changmin and Yoochun’s back when they wouldn’t wash their hands either.”
The two brothers continued talking into the night; about family, about friends, about fashion. The bond had already been built even before they found out the truth.
Now, the bond would only grow stronger.
Love is natural.
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Junsu was sad to see that Yoochun was not there when Jaejoong Yunho had picked him up from the hospital. Yunho said that Yoochun had asked for the day off so he certainly was not at work.
“Do you want us to take you to Siwon’s place to gather your belongings?”
“Gather my belongings?”
“You’re moving back in with Yoochun, aren’t you?” Jaejoong inquired.
Junsu bit his lower lips. “I don’t know. Does he want me to move back in?”
“I’m sure he does,” Yunho said.
“I think he’s angry at me,” Junsu frowned. “Maybe I went too far last night.”
“Went too far? Did you molest him?” Yunho questioned.
“Yunnie!” Jaejoong slapped his arm.
“Kidding!” Yunho laughed. “Although I’m sure Yoochun would do the opposite of ‘hate’ if Junsu touched him.”
Junsu’s face went red.
“That’s enough from you. Go pull the car up to the hospital entrance,” Jaejoong told him.
Yunho winked at Junsu and continued to laugh as he walked out.
Just then, Jaejoong’s cell phone rang. “Is Yoochun finally calling you back?” Junsu quickly asked.
“It’s a text from him,” Jaejoong answered. “He’s telling me to drop you off at his apartment…and then leave.”
“Why?”
“I guess you’ll have to see for yourself,” Jaejoong shrugged.
“I guess so…but that’s okay. As long as he’s not upset.”
-●○-●○-●○-
Jaejoong and Yunho dropped Junsu off at Yoochun’s apartment. Although they were curious, they still followed Yoochun’s orders and left. Besides, today was family day and they still needed to pick JiYool up from school.
“Have fun!” Junsu waved.
“Let us know if he forces himself on you!” Yunho winked. Junsu’s face turned red.
“Yunnie!” Jaejoong slapped his arm. “Drive!”
Yunho laughed and they drove off.
Junsu sighed, happy that Jaejoong would always have Yunho and JiYool in his happily ever after.
A quick moment later, he stood outside the apartment door. He was about to ring the doorbell when he realized that the door was not even closed!
Did someone break in? Was there a robber in there? Was Yoochun safe?
Junsu quickly pushed the door open and ran in. He froze when he saw the scene in front of him.
Yoochun stood in the clean living room, wearing a stylish pink shirt with blue jeans. His hair was newly cut and completely dyed black.
“Welcome home,” Yoochun held one bunny in each hand and held them up so that their heads were leveled with his own.
“The bunny…” Junsu murmured, recognizing Micky on Yoochun’s right hand and then smiling at the white fluffball with a small black spot on its right eye on Yoochun’s left hand.
“I’d like you to meet Xiah,” Yoochun introduced the bunny with the black spot on its eye.
Junsu started to grin and ran towards Yoochun. Xiah and Micky jumped out of Yoochun’s hands in time before they could be crushed between the two men.
Yoochun laughed and returned Junsu’s embrace. “You scared Xiah.”
“Xiah has Micky to comfort him.”
“Then who does Yoochun have to comfort him?”
“Yoochun has Junsu to love him,” Junsu replied. He felt Yoochun’s arms tighten around him.
“Say that again,” Yoochun murmured into Junsu’s hair.
“I love you!”
Yoochun laughed and pull away slightly to lay a quick kiss on Junsu’s lips.
Junsu blinked and looked shocked for a moment. Then a shy smile formed on his lips and his face went pink. Yoochun laughed again.
“You’re blushing. Don’t tell me that was your first kiss.”
Junsu turned from pink to red. “That’s not funny.”
“Hey, on the bright side, your first kiss didn’t go to Yunho…and by accident too,” Yoochun shrugged.
Junsu’s eyes widened. “That was your first kiss?”
“I know, it’s hard to believe because I’m so good looking, but it’s true,” Yoochun sighed dramatically, his hand unconsciously playing with Junsu’s hair.
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Complimenting yourself again.”
“It’s what I’m best at. I’m best at being ‘fair’ too. Since I took your first kiss, it’ll only level out if you take my first French kiss.”
“First French kiss?”
“Yeah, give it a try.”
Yoochun closed his eyes and tipped his head to level with Junsu’s head. He waited.
Junsu chewed on his lips and tried to recall a kiss he’d seen in the movies. He couldn’t recall any! His heart was beating too fast and his mind was clogged with thoughts of kissing Yoochun!
Junsu took in a breath of courage before he closed his eyes and leaned his head forward. Inches later, his lips made contact…
“That’s my nose,” Yoochun said. Junsu opened his eyes to see Yoochun raising an eyebrow at him. His face went red again.
“Ya! I’m not good at this!” Junsu exclaimed.
“Fine,” Yoochun replied before tipping Junsu over slightly onto his own arm and kissed the guy crazy.
When he finally pulled away for air, he allowed the dazed Junsu to stand upright again.
“Wow.”
“Wow.”
“Wow.”
“Wow.”
“I love you.”
“I love me too.”
“Yoochun!”
“Fine, fine, I love you more.”
Junsu laughed. He wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s waist and rested his chin on Yoochun’s shoulder. “I love you.”
“Those are my favorite words from now on!”
“You’re my favorite rabbit from now on!” Junsu chuckled. “Disneyland has Micky Mouse and Roger Rabbit. I have my own Micky Rabbit.”
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BONUS FLUFF
“I’m not going to wear that!”
“Come on! It’s PJs. Not like I’m making you walk out in public with it.”
“No! What if I meet a hot guy in my dreams tonight and this is what I’m wearing?”
“That hot guy better be me and he’ll think you’re the cutest person in the universe.”
“Baby…” he griped, tugging at Junsu’s sleeve. “Wouldn’t you prefer it if I didn’t wear anything at all?”
“Hmm…good point. Why don’t you go to bed naked? I hope you have a dream about ending up on the public streets. Do tell me how that dreams goes tomorrow morning.”
Meaning Junsu won’t be sharing Yoochun’s bed tonight.
“Awww! Fine, I’ll wear it!” Yoochun sighed, staring disgustingly at the bunny PJs.
“Yay!” Junsu grinned as he jumped into Yoochun’s arms, knocking the both of them over onto the bed.
Yoochun felt a light bulb go off in his head. His left hand went to Junsu’s neck and tipped him forward to capture his lips. While Junsu had his eyes closed to enjoy the kiss, Yoochun’s right hand quickly threw the bunny PJs under the bed.
He would get out of wearing it for tonight…simply because he had something else to distract Junsu with.
Love makes an amazing distraction.