Beta Carotene (and all that healthy mess)
.Beta Carotene (and all that healthy mess)
.Yoomin, Crack/Fluff, 1718w
.Simply put, it would take even more than the gods to make Yoochun eat vegetables.
warning.heavy imagery, childish form of writing that does not stick with the normal prosaic manner.
A/N.tadaa, one of the product from my weekend off. su_dreams suggested that I expand the length of some of the other writing, so the only one available right now is this one. it's a childish and fleety project, i kind of write it in my spazz periods so incoherent!child yoomin is the way it is lol. hope you enjoy this, and if you think this is good and you want more from this verse, say it here.
Yoochun dreams of big, scary piles of carrots, out to get him.
They stand tall, the red leading to orange and finally yellow in a gigantic hue that scares him. He runs, runs, and bumps his head into a slithery, wet, big blobs of peas. He screams! But he can’t stand up, his pants are tangled and caught in the balls of green, just as the giant carrots comes to him. He screams! Screams!
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he sobs, chokes, and finally hurls his stomach out from his mouth.
Between his sobs and muffles, he finally realizes there’s a soft pat to his back. He raises his head and sees another boy, not bigger than him, smiling at him with a weird glow around his face.
“You swear you’ll eat them next time?” he asks softly, and Yoochun’s worries fade slowly.
“I will, I will!” He nods solemnly.
“Good.” The boy smiles. And the next second, Yoochun wakes up.
///
When he told his mom, she didn’t believe it.
And when it was lunchtime, he thrown his plate of spinach into the garbage when his mom wasn’t looking. He grins sheepishly.
///
That night he was covered in spinach, trying to eat him alive. “Help!” he screams, but sadly none came his way. He wiggles and grunts and even kicks! He kicks the spinach mess with all his might! But his feet just ends up getting tangled more and he starts crying when the wet, slinky length of the spinach starts to run up his feet.
“You said you’ll eat them.” The boy said, sounding far away for Yoochun. He can’t even see the boy, he can’t even see the spinach, it’s too dark! He can only feel the wet slicky spinach crawling up his abdomen now.
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun sobs, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll eat it next time, I’m sorry,” and the wet tentacles is at his neck, slithering upwards toward his mouth and he screams and shuts his eyes.
But there was nothing. No wet, no tangle, no nothing. When he opens his eyes he was sitting on the boy’s lap, his hands covering his body soundly.
“Just remember to eat them next time.” The boy smiles and Yoochun has never felt so relieved in his life. He nods hurriedly.
“Good.” And the edges of darkness starts waver.
Yoochun blinks and sleepily gaze at the boy. “What’s your name?” he asks, his voice already sounding faraway and sleepy to his own ears. The boy looks shocked for a minute, and then he smiles again.
“Changmin.”
Yoochun wake up with the image of the boy’s smile plastered behind his eyelid. Oh, he was sure he had never woken up in the morning that happily before.
He knows his mother thinks so too. He saw her scribble something down on a post-it note before he left for school. He sneak a peek in the afternoon to read something along the lines of “psaicoughlog”? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t care either.
Oh, and he throws his veggies down the trash chute again.
///
“Why are you doing this?”
This time, Changmin comes alone. No spinach tentacles, no giant carrot pieces, not even his latest Broccozord™. Only two chairs and a table. where he’s sitting face-to-face with Yoochun right now. “It’s been twenty days.” He continues.
Yoochun shrugs. “I guess I just don’t like vegetables.”
And at that Changmin raises an eyebrow. “I saw you eat those beans your mother made. And you also said you liked potatoes before I start coming here.”
The bad guys, or cool hotties as the girls at school says it, never looks surprised, even when being interrogated. Even if the concept of “cool being hot” does not make sense in Yoochun’s mind, he copies them anyways. Because it makes him look cool. And hot.
And a mystery, at that. Like Changmin.
“Okay, you give me no choice.” Changmin sighs, and this is where he gives the threat, like how those cops do in CSI. “You better eat your vegetables next time, or I’m never coming back.”
Yoochun gasps. Now THAT is scarier than the giant carrots!
///
“Yes, doctor,” Yoochun overhears his mother’s voice from the dinner table. He rolls his eyes and sends a grin to his little brother. Yoohwan visibly shudders. “Yes, he’s been suddenly waking up with a big smile, I don’t know why, this never happens before doctor.” And Yoochun just chuckles.
This is going be much more fun than he thought.
///
“I want to go to a beach next!” Yoochun squeals, and Changmin grins. “This is your dream; you can do anything you want.”
Yoochun just smiles. “You make it sound so real.”
But the next night, Changmin doesn’t come and he doesn’t remember anything when he wakes up.
He didn’t come the next day.
Or the day after that.
After a week, Yoochun starts crying when he wakes up with nothing.
And he stops eating his vegetables.
///
The IV line was intruding his blood vessels, he screamed an hour earlier, but his mom wouldn’t listen and neither does the nurse. He says he’s okay, he just doesn’t want to eat. Nobody believed him, not even Yoohwan. He hates them, he hates them so much for not listening to him. But now it’s too late, he’s now in a hospital because his mom freaked out when he passed out and accuses him of starving himself and he hates her so much, so so much.
But most of all, he hates Changmin for not coming back.
Thinking that if he should ever dream again, it better not be Changmin.
Which was exactly why he almost flipped when he sees himself in the darkness, sitting in behind a table in a soft chair facing Changmin and another man. A man so pale and ethereal he looks beautiful, but has a rather nasty air around him, a scent he can’t really place.
“Y-Yoochun.” Changmin calls, but Yoochun is mad. Too mad to hear him. To see him.
“Why didn’t you come back?!” Yoochun screams. Changmin tries to talk but Yoochun throws the table at him. It goes straight through him and Yoochun gasps.
“I’m sorry.” Changmin mumbles, and just then did he see that under the short pants that Changmin wears, red strike marks shines. His hands and arms are covered, and there’s also one on his cheeks. Yoochun tries to walk to him, but the man beside him raises his hand and Yoochun stops right in his track unable to move.
“Let me explain.” His voice is smooth and silky but completely void of warmth. Yoochun shivers, he usually likes the cold, but it’s never felt so dangerous like now. The man shoots Changmin a glare and Changmin shrinks deeper into his couch.
“Changmin here is actually a god, or a god-in-training. He was supposed to punish children who don’t eat vegetables, and he was doing fine until he meets you.” And then the glare is redirected to him and Yoochun felt impossibly cold. Maybe he should’ve used that quilt his mom brought when he went to sleep.
“Then he just spends time with you all night instead of taking care of stuffs. The Council heard of this and he was punished thoroughly, during the days where you don’t see him. This will be the last meeting you’ll ever have with him, and you should be thankful that the Council has given you this chance. You have 4 minutes.” And the man disappears.
Immediately Yoochun can walk again and he runs into Changmin, breaking into sobs.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so-”
Changmin puts their lips together to stop his sobs and Yoochun has never felt so glad he didn’t let the birthday girl from last week to get his first kiss.
“Listen to me.” Changmin says, something warm in his voice makes Yoochun feels safe and assured. “No matter what Jaejoong says, this will not be the last time we see each other. I will come for you, don’t worry.”
Just as Yoochun wanted to smile, the man pops back in.
“Change of plan, we have to go now.”
“But, but!” Yoochun protests but Changmin holds his face and forces him to look at his eyes.
“Look at me,” he commands, and Yoochun obliges.
“Stay healthy.” And the crooked smile Changmin gives doesn’t speak of sadness, even Yoochun’s young eyes see the glimmers of hope in it. “This is my only wish from you.”
And Yoochun was jolted back into awareness.
///
Twelve years later, with flying color and the Valedictorian title, he got into med school.
Six years after that, with a new diploma in hand, Yoochun starts his first intern duty.
A year right after, with a new apartment and a nice car, Yoochun was diagnosed with lung cancer.
Yoohwan, now med school following his footsteps, sobs. “You were always eating vegetables and everything. You were the poster child for health, for Christ sake! How come this happens to you?!” He screams at him when he breaks the news to his family. His mom was just sobbing, chanting impossible, impossible, impossible.
Yoochun grins. “I guess this is just where life wanted to take me.”
Months of therapy did nothing and his family finally lets up. Yoochun smiles when he feels it’s going to be his last trip to his bed one night and slips under the blankets smoothly.
“Guess who got appointed as the god of terminal illness?” a voice rings in his ear and he laughs.
“Knew it.” and he smiled as his body turns lifeless.
When people look into his coffin, they all sob harder seeing his smile. Yoochun giggles softly in Changmin’s lap, sitting high under the tinted glass window.
“I swear you were conspiring something with your dad.” Jaejoong curses, puffing smoke from his mouth before inhaling another round of his cigarette.
Changmin just smirks at him and kisses Yoochun in the cheek. “Let’s go.” Changmin says, raising himself and Yoochun from the ledge. “We have an eternity to spend, trainee.”
Yoochun kisses his cheek. “You make my dreams come true.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes. As the coffin is closed, slowly the three people disappear from the window.
Yoohwan raises his head to see Jaejoong smiling at him. “You’re next.”
.Yoomin, Crack/Fluff, 1718w
.Simply put, it would take even more than the gods to make Yoochun eat vegetables.
warning.heavy imagery, childish form of writing that does not stick with the normal prosaic manner.
A/N.tadaa, one of the product from my weekend off. su_dreams suggested that I expand the length of some of the other writing, so the only one available right now is this one. it's a childish and fleety project, i kind of write it in my spazz periods so incoherent!child yoomin is the way it is lol. hope you enjoy this, and if you think this is good and you want more from this verse, say it here.
Yoochun dreams of big, scary piles of carrots, out to get him.
They stand tall, the red leading to orange and finally yellow in a gigantic hue that scares him. He runs, runs, and bumps his head into a slithery, wet, big blobs of peas. He screams! But he can’t stand up, his pants are tangled and caught in the balls of green, just as the giant carrots comes to him. He screams! Screams!
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he sobs, chokes, and finally hurls his stomach out from his mouth.
Between his sobs and muffles, he finally realizes there’s a soft pat to his back. He raises his head and sees another boy, not bigger than him, smiling at him with a weird glow around his face.
“You swear you’ll eat them next time?” he asks softly, and Yoochun’s worries fade slowly.
“I will, I will!” He nods solemnly.
“Good.” The boy smiles. And the next second, Yoochun wakes up.
///
When he told his mom, she didn’t believe it.
And when it was lunchtime, he thrown his plate of spinach into the garbage when his mom wasn’t looking. He grins sheepishly.
///
That night he was covered in spinach, trying to eat him alive. “Help!” he screams, but sadly none came his way. He wiggles and grunts and even kicks! He kicks the spinach mess with all his might! But his feet just ends up getting tangled more and he starts crying when the wet, slinky length of the spinach starts to run up his feet.
“You said you’ll eat them.” The boy said, sounding far away for Yoochun. He can’t even see the boy, he can’t even see the spinach, it’s too dark! He can only feel the wet slicky spinach crawling up his abdomen now.
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun sobs, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll eat it next time, I’m sorry,” and the wet tentacles is at his neck, slithering upwards toward his mouth and he screams and shuts his eyes.
But there was nothing. No wet, no tangle, no nothing. When he opens his eyes he was sitting on the boy’s lap, his hands covering his body soundly.
“Just remember to eat them next time.” The boy smiles and Yoochun has never felt so relieved in his life. He nods hurriedly.
“Good.” And the edges of darkness starts waver.
Yoochun blinks and sleepily gaze at the boy. “What’s your name?” he asks, his voice already sounding faraway and sleepy to his own ears. The boy looks shocked for a minute, and then he smiles again.
“Changmin.”
Yoochun wake up with the image of the boy’s smile plastered behind his eyelid. Oh, he was sure he had never woken up in the morning that happily before.
He knows his mother thinks so too. He saw her scribble something down on a post-it note before he left for school. He sneak a peek in the afternoon to read something along the lines of “psaicoughlog”? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t care either.
Oh, and he throws his veggies down the trash chute again.
///
“Why are you doing this?”
This time, Changmin comes alone. No spinach tentacles, no giant carrot pieces, not even his latest Broccozord™. Only two chairs and a table. where he’s sitting face-to-face with Yoochun right now. “It’s been twenty days.” He continues.
Yoochun shrugs. “I guess I just don’t like vegetables.”
And at that Changmin raises an eyebrow. “I saw you eat those beans your mother made. And you also said you liked potatoes before I start coming here.”
The bad guys, or cool hotties as the girls at school says it, never looks surprised, even when being interrogated. Even if the concept of “cool being hot” does not make sense in Yoochun’s mind, he copies them anyways. Because it makes him look cool. And hot.
And a mystery, at that. Like Changmin.
“Okay, you give me no choice.” Changmin sighs, and this is where he gives the threat, like how those cops do in CSI. “You better eat your vegetables next time, or I’m never coming back.”
Yoochun gasps. Now THAT is scarier than the giant carrots!
///
“Yes, doctor,” Yoochun overhears his mother’s voice from the dinner table. He rolls his eyes and sends a grin to his little brother. Yoohwan visibly shudders. “Yes, he’s been suddenly waking up with a big smile, I don’t know why, this never happens before doctor.” And Yoochun just chuckles.
This is going be much more fun than he thought.
///
“I want to go to a beach next!” Yoochun squeals, and Changmin grins. “This is your dream; you can do anything you want.”
Yoochun just smiles. “You make it sound so real.”
But the next night, Changmin doesn’t come and he doesn’t remember anything when he wakes up.
He didn’t come the next day.
Or the day after that.
After a week, Yoochun starts crying when he wakes up with nothing.
And he stops eating his vegetables.
///
The IV line was intruding his blood vessels, he screamed an hour earlier, but his mom wouldn’t listen and neither does the nurse. He says he’s okay, he just doesn’t want to eat. Nobody believed him, not even Yoohwan. He hates them, he hates them so much for not listening to him. But now it’s too late, he’s now in a hospital because his mom freaked out when he passed out and accuses him of starving himself and he hates her so much, so so much.
But most of all, he hates Changmin for not coming back.
Thinking that if he should ever dream again, it better not be Changmin.
Which was exactly why he almost flipped when he sees himself in the darkness, sitting in behind a table in a soft chair facing Changmin and another man. A man so pale and ethereal he looks beautiful, but has a rather nasty air around him, a scent he can’t really place.
“Y-Yoochun.” Changmin calls, but Yoochun is mad. Too mad to hear him. To see him.
“Why didn’t you come back?!” Yoochun screams. Changmin tries to talk but Yoochun throws the table at him. It goes straight through him and Yoochun gasps.
“I’m sorry.” Changmin mumbles, and just then did he see that under the short pants that Changmin wears, red strike marks shines. His hands and arms are covered, and there’s also one on his cheeks. Yoochun tries to walk to him, but the man beside him raises his hand and Yoochun stops right in his track unable to move.
“Let me explain.” His voice is smooth and silky but completely void of warmth. Yoochun shivers, he usually likes the cold, but it’s never felt so dangerous like now. The man shoots Changmin a glare and Changmin shrinks deeper into his couch.
“Changmin here is actually a god, or a god-in-training. He was supposed to punish children who don’t eat vegetables, and he was doing fine until he meets you.” And then the glare is redirected to him and Yoochun felt impossibly cold. Maybe he should’ve used that quilt his mom brought when he went to sleep.
“Then he just spends time with you all night instead of taking care of stuffs. The Council heard of this and he was punished thoroughly, during the days where you don’t see him. This will be the last meeting you’ll ever have with him, and you should be thankful that the Council has given you this chance. You have 4 minutes.” And the man disappears.
Immediately Yoochun can walk again and he runs into Changmin, breaking into sobs.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so-”
Changmin puts their lips together to stop his sobs and Yoochun has never felt so glad he didn’t let the birthday girl from last week to get his first kiss.
“Listen to me.” Changmin says, something warm in his voice makes Yoochun feels safe and assured. “No matter what Jaejoong says, this will not be the last time we see each other. I will come for you, don’t worry.”
Just as Yoochun wanted to smile, the man pops back in.
“Change of plan, we have to go now.”
“But, but!” Yoochun protests but Changmin holds his face and forces him to look at his eyes.
“Look at me,” he commands, and Yoochun obliges.
“Stay healthy.” And the crooked smile Changmin gives doesn’t speak of sadness, even Yoochun’s young eyes see the glimmers of hope in it. “This is my only wish from you.”
And Yoochun was jolted back into awareness.
///
Twelve years later, with flying color and the Valedictorian title, he got into med school.
Six years after that, with a new diploma in hand, Yoochun starts his first intern duty.
A year right after, with a new apartment and a nice car, Yoochun was diagnosed with lung cancer.
Yoohwan, now med school following his footsteps, sobs. “You were always eating vegetables and everything. You were the poster child for health, for Christ sake! How come this happens to you?!” He screams at him when he breaks the news to his family. His mom was just sobbing, chanting impossible, impossible, impossible.
Yoochun grins. “I guess this is just where life wanted to take me.”
Months of therapy did nothing and his family finally lets up. Yoochun smiles when he feels it’s going to be his last trip to his bed one night and slips under the blankets smoothly.
“Guess who got appointed as the god of terminal illness?” a voice rings in his ear and he laughs.
“Knew it.” and he smiled as his body turns lifeless.
When people look into his coffin, they all sob harder seeing his smile. Yoochun giggles softly in Changmin’s lap, sitting high under the tinted glass window.
“I swear you were conspiring something with your dad.” Jaejoong curses, puffing smoke from his mouth before inhaling another round of his cigarette.
Changmin just smirks at him and kisses Yoochun in the cheek. “Let’s go.” Changmin says, raising himself and Yoochun from the ledge. “We have an eternity to spend, trainee.”
Yoochun kisses his cheek. “You make my dreams come true.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes. As the coffin is closed, slowly the three people disappear from the window.
Yoohwan raises his head to see Jaejoong smiling at him. “You’re next.”