Misrepresentation [5/11]
author: mmmsmellll
pairing/character: Yunho, Changmin, jaejoong, Junsu, friendly 2U, past minchun, slight minho,
genre: angst,
rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: don't own them
Summary: With his best friend suddenly gone, Yunho finds he doesn't know his best friends as well as he hoped and maybe, just maybe... he didn't want to know them.
AN: written for vaguelynormal [as usual]
Yunho stares at Changmin's phone as the man holds it out. "I have a cell phone too."
Changmin laughs. "Your number you moron."
Realization dawns on Yunho and he grabs the phone. His tongue sticks as he does his best to remember his number, typing it. When he's done, he stares at his number proudly before he pouts. "I don't think that's right."
Yunho's phone rings just as he enters his apartment. His eyes darken at the mess of his apartment and he sighs, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone with a sigh. It's Junsu and Yunho answers it with another sigh. "Can I come over?"
Junsu's eyes are wide when Yunho stumbles into his apartment. Yunho thinks he might be a little bit more drunk than he hoped and he hears Yoochun laughing at him. You were always such a lightweight.
Junsu smiles at Yunho as he helps him up, a smile that barely reaches his face. "I feel like I haven't seen you in so long." He mumbles and Yunho nods because without realizing it, he's been avoiding the only best friend he has left.
Yunho wets his lips as he suddenly wonders why he didn't' ask Junsu to go with his to Yoochun's apartment and that same voice mocks him. You didn't want to, babo.
His voice has a slight slur but he jumps at Junsu, hugging him. "'m Sorry." Yunho feels a warm hand on his head and he smiles, snuggling his only friend left. "Love you, Susu." He mumbles and the arms around him tighten.
"Love you, too, Yunnie."
"What are you doing today?"
Yunho looks from his cold cereal to Junsu's honest face and he bites his lip. "nothing much, I was just going to catch up on my sleep." fucking liar. "I haven't been getting much sleep." that's the truth.
"I was thinking about going to see if we could go to Yoochun's apa-" "No!" Yunho swallows, trying to think. "Yoochun's parents are going to be there! All day! They said they're going to go through his stuff."
Junsu gives him a strange expression before nodding. "Okay."
Yunho isn't sure how he runs into Jaejoong but the smiles as their eyes meet and as quickly as the man tries to look away, Jaejoong holds up his hand, smile bright as he waves Yunho over. "Yunho!"
Yunho turns, wondering if he can run away without being noticed but a hand grabs his shoulder and he jumps, turning to meet happy brown eyes. He's not wearing the cross and Yunho pulls away to stare at him, almost glaring.
"You look like you're in mourning or something."
Mourning? Yunho looks down and he's all in black. He growls a bit before glaring at Jaejoong's cheery outfit, those familiar words echoing in his head. must be you.
"Must be me, what?" Jaejoong questions, eyes confused and Yunho narrows his eyes. "Of course I'm in mourning, my fucking best friend died."
Jaejoong's eyes light up and that smirk is on his face again. "So you're him?"
Yunho swallows. "W-Who?"
Jaejoong reaches over to touch his face but Yunho steps away. "Jung, Yunho. Yoochun told me about you, his bestest friend."
Before Yunho can answer, a familiar hand reaches out to grab Yunho's shoulder, pulling him back. Changmin glares and Yunho clings to his arm, not sure why he feels so protected but he does, letting Changmin pull him away. Yunho looks back to see Jaejoong smiling at him, waving, a shudder running though his body. Must be you.
Yunho looks ahead at Changmin. "Thank you."
Changmin doesn't look back at him, still pulling. "No problem."
Yoochun's apartment is cold but Yunho doesn't notice eyes wide at the mess. "It's trashed." He shakes, swallowing. CDs are broken, clothes are thrown all over the floor, couch cushions ripped up and the floor is covered in stains.
Changmin swallows, nodding as he steps forward. "W-Who did this?"
Yunho tears up, stepping forward. "I'm cleaning it, I'm cleaning it all." He shakes as he drops on his knees, picking a picture of him and Yoochun, Junsu messing around in the back. "he-he would never live like this!" he cries. "NEVER! What kind of person would do this?!" his fingers tremble as he cuts himself on the broken frame. "He was the cleanest person I know! Yoochun's parents are going to come over a-and they can't see this! they just can't!"
Warm fingers wrap around his wrist and Yunho looks up to see Changmin, he gives a small smile as he brings Yunho's finger to his mouth, licking off the blood. "Calm down, we'll clean it all."
Yunho looks at Changmin and can't help but think, wow, the thought is immediately cut off by Yoochun's voice. OH NO, YOU FUCKING DON'T!.
Yunho shakes as he enters the bathroom. His eyes widen in horror as he notices the floor littered in pregnancy tests and small boxes. They're all positive and Yunho thinks it's obvious. "He didn't really want you little one." The thought of Yoochun deliberately killing himself to get rid of the child makes Yunho feel sick and he hurls his breakfast into the toilet. He can makes out little marshmallow shapes and it only makes him hurl more. Disgusting. and he's not sure what he's talking about.
"Yunho!" Changmin calls and Yunho steps out to see Changmin holding an old warn black book. My diary!. Yunho swallows, reaching his hand out and Changmin lets him grab it. "I figured you'd want it."
Yunho nods, almost happy as he pulls the little book against his chest with a smile. "Thank you. Where'd you find it?"
Changmin points back and Yunho moves past him into Yoochun's room. The room isn't as messy as the rest of the house and Yunho smiles, tearing up.
"There's something else." Changmin mumbles and Yunho turns to see a collage of pictures on the back of Yoochun's door. Yunho blinks at it, confused at the person crossed out. "Wasn't that guy at the funeral?"
Yunho nods, reaching forward to touch one of the crossed out photos. "But, why?"
While Changmin takes out the trash, Yunho peeks at Yoochun's diary with a fond smile because this was the man's diary for as long as he can remember. He flips through the pages, remembering Yoochun's face when he got it for him. "I'll use it forever, either though it's kind of a gift for a girl." Yunho always wanted to point out that Yoochun basically is a girl.
Blinking, Yunho notices handwriting on the back cover. It's recent and he remembers Yoochun wanting to use the last few pages for a special occasion. Yunho wouldn't pay it any mind but the writing is hideous but so obviously Yoochun's, he squints, trying to read it.
"I wish he wouldn't take my picture anymore."
"I can walk you."
Yunho laughs, shaking his head. "I'll be fine."
Changmin sighs before shrugging, waiting until Yunho turns the corner to leave. The streets are somewhat empty and Changmin stretches, something suddenly hits him in the back of the head, hard.
Dizzy, Changmin turns, ready to fight and the man's face is covered by a stocking. He blinks a few times, getting in one good shot, ripping something off the man's body before the man hits him again.
The last thing Changmin hears is. "you should've never fucking went snooping around Yoochun's apartment."
Changmin's eyes snap open and he immediately sits up. He's not sure how he got into the bag of trash but he shakes it off, still dizzy. He touches his head and when he pulls his hand back, there's blood along with a bracelet that he's never seen it before. Shaking his head, Changmin gets up, he struggles to the nearest corner before his knees give out.
Changmin doesn't remember much until the moment he jolts awake, sitting on a hospital bed. He looks around confused before something hits him. "you should've never fucking went snooping around Yoochun's apartment."
His widen in horror and he pulls out his phone, dialing a number. "Fuck!"
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pairing/character: Yunho, Changmin, jaejoong, Junsu, friendly 2U, past minchun, slight minho,
genre: angst,
rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: don't own them
Summary: With his best friend suddenly gone, Yunho finds he doesn't know his best friends as well as he hoped and maybe, just maybe... he didn't want to know them.
AN: written for vaguelynormal [as usual]
Yunho stares at Changmin's phone as the man holds it out. "I have a cell phone too."
Changmin laughs. "Your number you moron."
Realization dawns on Yunho and he grabs the phone. His tongue sticks as he does his best to remember his number, typing it. When he's done, he stares at his number proudly before he pouts. "I don't think that's right."
Yunho's phone rings just as he enters his apartment. His eyes darken at the mess of his apartment and he sighs, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone with a sigh. It's Junsu and Yunho answers it with another sigh. "Can I come over?"
Junsu's eyes are wide when Yunho stumbles into his apartment. Yunho thinks he might be a little bit more drunk than he hoped and he hears Yoochun laughing at him. You were always such a lightweight.
Junsu smiles at Yunho as he helps him up, a smile that barely reaches his face. "I feel like I haven't seen you in so long." He mumbles and Yunho nods because without realizing it, he's been avoiding the only best friend he has left.
Yunho wets his lips as he suddenly wonders why he didn't' ask Junsu to go with his to Yoochun's apartment and that same voice mocks him. You didn't want to, babo.
His voice has a slight slur but he jumps at Junsu, hugging him. "'m Sorry." Yunho feels a warm hand on his head and he smiles, snuggling his only friend left. "Love you, Susu." He mumbles and the arms around him tighten.
"Love you, too, Yunnie."
"What are you doing today?"
Yunho looks from his cold cereal to Junsu's honest face and he bites his lip. "nothing much, I was just going to catch up on my sleep." fucking liar. "I haven't been getting much sleep." that's the truth.
"I was thinking about going to see if we could go to Yoochun's apa-" "No!" Yunho swallows, trying to think. "Yoochun's parents are going to be there! All day! They said they're going to go through his stuff."
Junsu gives him a strange expression before nodding. "Okay."
Yunho isn't sure how he runs into Jaejoong but the smiles as their eyes meet and as quickly as the man tries to look away, Jaejoong holds up his hand, smile bright as he waves Yunho over. "Yunho!"
Yunho turns, wondering if he can run away without being noticed but a hand grabs his shoulder and he jumps, turning to meet happy brown eyes. He's not wearing the cross and Yunho pulls away to stare at him, almost glaring.
"You look like you're in mourning or something."
Mourning? Yunho looks down and he's all in black. He growls a bit before glaring at Jaejoong's cheery outfit, those familiar words echoing in his head. must be you.
"Must be me, what?" Jaejoong questions, eyes confused and Yunho narrows his eyes. "Of course I'm in mourning, my fucking best friend died."
Jaejoong's eyes light up and that smirk is on his face again. "So you're him?"
Yunho swallows. "W-Who?"
Jaejoong reaches over to touch his face but Yunho steps away. "Jung, Yunho. Yoochun told me about you, his bestest friend."
Before Yunho can answer, a familiar hand reaches out to grab Yunho's shoulder, pulling him back. Changmin glares and Yunho clings to his arm, not sure why he feels so protected but he does, letting Changmin pull him away. Yunho looks back to see Jaejoong smiling at him, waving, a shudder running though his body. Must be you.
Yunho looks ahead at Changmin. "Thank you."
Changmin doesn't look back at him, still pulling. "No problem."
Yoochun's apartment is cold but Yunho doesn't notice eyes wide at the mess. "It's trashed." He shakes, swallowing. CDs are broken, clothes are thrown all over the floor, couch cushions ripped up and the floor is covered in stains.
Changmin swallows, nodding as he steps forward. "W-Who did this?"
Yunho tears up, stepping forward. "I'm cleaning it, I'm cleaning it all." He shakes as he drops on his knees, picking a picture of him and Yoochun, Junsu messing around in the back. "he-he would never live like this!" he cries. "NEVER! What kind of person would do this?!" his fingers tremble as he cuts himself on the broken frame. "He was the cleanest person I know! Yoochun's parents are going to come over a-and they can't see this! they just can't!"
Warm fingers wrap around his wrist and Yunho looks up to see Changmin, he gives a small smile as he brings Yunho's finger to his mouth, licking off the blood. "Calm down, we'll clean it all."
Yunho looks at Changmin and can't help but think, wow, the thought is immediately cut off by Yoochun's voice. OH NO, YOU FUCKING DON'T!.
Yunho shakes as he enters the bathroom. His eyes widen in horror as he notices the floor littered in pregnancy tests and small boxes. They're all positive and Yunho thinks it's obvious. "He didn't really want you little one." The thought of Yoochun deliberately killing himself to get rid of the child makes Yunho feel sick and he hurls his breakfast into the toilet. He can makes out little marshmallow shapes and it only makes him hurl more. Disgusting. and he's not sure what he's talking about.
"Yunho!" Changmin calls and Yunho steps out to see Changmin holding an old warn black book. My diary!. Yunho swallows, reaching his hand out and Changmin lets him grab it. "I figured you'd want it."
Yunho nods, almost happy as he pulls the little book against his chest with a smile. "Thank you. Where'd you find it?"
Changmin points back and Yunho moves past him into Yoochun's room. The room isn't as messy as the rest of the house and Yunho smiles, tearing up.
"There's something else." Changmin mumbles and Yunho turns to see a collage of pictures on the back of Yoochun's door. Yunho blinks at it, confused at the person crossed out. "Wasn't that guy at the funeral?"
Yunho nods, reaching forward to touch one of the crossed out photos. "But, why?"
While Changmin takes out the trash, Yunho peeks at Yoochun's diary with a fond smile because this was the man's diary for as long as he can remember. He flips through the pages, remembering Yoochun's face when he got it for him. "I'll use it forever, either though it's kind of a gift for a girl." Yunho always wanted to point out that Yoochun basically is a girl.
Blinking, Yunho notices handwriting on the back cover. It's recent and he remembers Yoochun wanting to use the last few pages for a special occasion. Yunho wouldn't pay it any mind but the writing is hideous but so obviously Yoochun's, he squints, trying to read it.
"I wish he wouldn't take my picture anymore."
"I can walk you."
Yunho laughs, shaking his head. "I'll be fine."
Changmin sighs before shrugging, waiting until Yunho turns the corner to leave. The streets are somewhat empty and Changmin stretches, something suddenly hits him in the back of the head, hard.
Dizzy, Changmin turns, ready to fight and the man's face is covered by a stocking. He blinks a few times, getting in one good shot, ripping something off the man's body before the man hits him again.
The last thing Changmin hears is. "you should've never fucking went snooping around Yoochun's apartment."
Changmin's eyes snap open and he immediately sits up. He's not sure how he got into the bag of trash but he shakes it off, still dizzy. He touches his head and when he pulls his hand back, there's blood along with a bracelet that he's never seen it before. Shaking his head, Changmin gets up, he struggles to the nearest corner before his knees give out.
Changmin doesn't remember much until the moment he jolts awake, sitting on a hospital bed. He looks around confused before something hits him. "you should've never fucking went snooping around Yoochun's apartment."
His widen in horror and he pulls out his phone, dialing a number. "Fuck!"
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