Flowery Promise
Pairing : Yoochun and Junsu
Author : OnlySu
Rating : R
Genre : AU, angst, romance
Summary : Junsu's life turned upside down when his mother had stomach cancer and when a new boy entered his school. His rude seat mate was cold and distant to everyone. He found a job to support his mother's treatment with working in a club and found his cold seat mate worked there too. The problem was, he didn't realize that he knew Yoochun more than he thought.
This is a story about their promise, sealed by flower ring and forgotten. They met again only to be played by the cruel life.
They said December is the best month of the year. I see people are walking around with presents in their hands and smiles deeply painted in their lips. I have mine too… Shit eating smile in my lips, and cold hands, and I haven’t mentioned, cold heart in my chest… They are the only things I got for this Christmas. My mom said it is because I am a naughty boy. However, I know, I am not a naughty boy, so I guess… It is because of the economic again. I know it. If it weren’t, they wouldn’t shout at each other like they always do. Mother screamed such a beautiful words to father, and father answered with strings of curses which you always pointed them as bad words and asked me to stop using it.
However, you weren’t here anymore, so I can use it as much as I want.
If you want me to stop, just come back here…
I miss you, you know… Missing you so much until I can taste it in my lips and I swear, I can spit it out to the street. I believe it will freeze in not much time and not mention it yet, it’s bitter. Missing you, my best friend and my only friend, is bitter and I don’t like it at all.
How are you? I believe you don’t remember me, but I hope you would. Where are you? I spend half of my time, no… three quarter of my time into wondering where the hell are you now? After you moved and left me behind with face like a puppy get kicked in its butt. I believe I am the stupid one for believing our promise, and although I know that I am being stupid, I can’t stop from being stupid. It is like I can’t stop waiting, believing, wishing, hoping, that you would come back to me with that stupid bubbly smile at your face. I guess I am hoping just too much, aren’t I?
They said Santa is real, and I say… Santa is bullshit. However, because of my stupidity in being stupid, which means I, the almighty Park Yoochun, believe that someday you, Duck butt, will come back to me, I decided to make a wish and sent a letter to Santa.
Well, in case you have been wondering what is the content of my letter, I write it out to you…
Dear Santa,
I am sorry for not believing you for the entire years of my life. I hope you forgive me, because, guess what… Someone who didn’t believe in you, choose to write a letter to you… I only have one wish. Please let me meet him again… And I promise I will be a good boy for the rest of my life if you fulfill this wish. And I will tell all of my friends that you are real. I don’t need you to reply this letter, just fulfill it…
Thank you for your very attention.
The Almighty Park yoochun.
That is my letter and…
“Yoochun, why is your lamp still on? Just sleep, will you?”
“Wait a second, Mom…”
The skinny boy with big forehead shouted back as he quickly scribbled in his diary. Black wavy hair swung flawlessly as he flipped his hair after he finished his writing.
Because my mom being a bitch like she is, I guess I must stop my story for you, Junsu. Will tell you more tomorrow...
Young boy, precisely twelve year Park Yoochun, crawled into his bed and pulled his Mickey Mouse cover to his head. He mumbled jumbling incoherent words before slipped into the darkness, but not before he whispered a few words.
“Good night, Junsu…”
And soon the darkness of whispery dreams and syrupy wishes held him into his sleep, only to be woken up tomorrow and found Santa wasn’t real at all because life was a cruel witch for him. His parents decided to move to Virginia, USA, together with him. He moved… and left his memory of certain smiling boy behind and almost all of his happiness in his life.
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“I don’t believe in fairytale…”
“I believe it, will you believe it for me?”
“In your dream, hah!”
“I hate you, Park Yoochun…”
“I love you my best friend, Junsu…”
“I must go home, see you tommorow…”
“Bye, Duck butt…”
[You don’t need to ask me in believing fairytale. You are my fairytale…]
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How is it?
Tell me, give me comment, it is such a long time since i posting something to this community. Hope you like it.
Author : OnlySu
Rating : R
Genre : AU, angst, romance
Summary : Junsu's life turned upside down when his mother had stomach cancer and when a new boy entered his school. His rude seat mate was cold and distant to everyone. He found a job to support his mother's treatment with working in a club and found his cold seat mate worked there too. The problem was, he didn't realize that he knew Yoochun more than he thought.
This is a story about their promise, sealed by flower ring and forgotten. They met again only to be played by the cruel life.
They said December is the best month of the year. I see people are walking around with presents in their hands and smiles deeply painted in their lips. I have mine too… Shit eating smile in my lips, and cold hands, and I haven’t mentioned, cold heart in my chest… They are the only things I got for this Christmas. My mom said it is because I am a naughty boy. However, I know, I am not a naughty boy, so I guess… It is because of the economic again. I know it. If it weren’t, they wouldn’t shout at each other like they always do. Mother screamed such a beautiful words to father, and father answered with strings of curses which you always pointed them as bad words and asked me to stop using it.
However, you weren’t here anymore, so I can use it as much as I want.
If you want me to stop, just come back here…
I miss you, you know… Missing you so much until I can taste it in my lips and I swear, I can spit it out to the street. I believe it will freeze in not much time and not mention it yet, it’s bitter. Missing you, my best friend and my only friend, is bitter and I don’t like it at all.
How are you? I believe you don’t remember me, but I hope you would. Where are you? I spend half of my time, no… three quarter of my time into wondering where the hell are you now? After you moved and left me behind with face like a puppy get kicked in its butt. I believe I am the stupid one for believing our promise, and although I know that I am being stupid, I can’t stop from being stupid. It is like I can’t stop waiting, believing, wishing, hoping, that you would come back to me with that stupid bubbly smile at your face. I guess I am hoping just too much, aren’t I?
They said Santa is real, and I say… Santa is bullshit. However, because of my stupidity in being stupid, which means I, the almighty Park Yoochun, believe that someday you, Duck butt, will come back to me, I decided to make a wish and sent a letter to Santa.
Well, in case you have been wondering what is the content of my letter, I write it out to you…
Dear Santa,
I am sorry for not believing you for the entire years of my life. I hope you forgive me, because, guess what… Someone who didn’t believe in you, choose to write a letter to you… I only have one wish. Please let me meet him again… And I promise I will be a good boy for the rest of my life if you fulfill this wish. And I will tell all of my friends that you are real. I don’t need you to reply this letter, just fulfill it…
Thank you for your very attention.
The Almighty Park yoochun.
That is my letter and…
“Yoochun, why is your lamp still on? Just sleep, will you?”
“Wait a second, Mom…”
The skinny boy with big forehead shouted back as he quickly scribbled in his diary. Black wavy hair swung flawlessly as he flipped his hair after he finished his writing.
Because my mom being a bitch like she is, I guess I must stop my story for you, Junsu. Will tell you more tomorrow...
Young boy, precisely twelve year Park Yoochun, crawled into his bed and pulled his Mickey Mouse cover to his head. He mumbled jumbling incoherent words before slipped into the darkness, but not before he whispered a few words.
“Good night, Junsu…”
And soon the darkness of whispery dreams and syrupy wishes held him into his sleep, only to be woken up tomorrow and found Santa wasn’t real at all because life was a cruel witch for him. His parents decided to move to Virginia, USA, together with him. He moved… and left his memory of certain smiling boy behind and almost all of his happiness in his life.
***
“I don’t believe in fairytale…”
“I believe it, will you believe it for me?”
“In your dream, hah!”
“I hate you, Park Yoochun…”
“I love you my best friend, Junsu…”
“I must go home, see you tommorow…”
“Bye, Duck butt…”
[You don’t need to ask me in believing fairytale. You are my fairytale…]
***
How is it?
Tell me, give me comment, it is such a long time since i posting something to this community. Hope you like it.