Flowery promise Ch3
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.
Prologue
One
Two
“You are crazy, su…”
“No, I’m not. I just want to work there.”
“It is not an ordinary job, it is ‘Pulsatilla.’ It is a bar…” Changmin emphasized the word bar, hoping that the word could bore some sense into Junsu’s thick skull. Junsu shushed him, wanting to keep their secret safe in their own ears.
“So what? I need a job, “ Junsu answered quickly, didn't dare to look at his friend’s fiery eyes.
“There are many possibilities of job outside there.”
“I guess I want to try something different.”
Indeed true. There was something bubbling up inside Junsu when he remembered the name of the bar. The promising of nightly adventure and something new flashed in every corner of his cell. He wanted to try it. Something inside of him pushed to try it. And judging from the famous name of the bar, the payment must be good too.
“You are weird…” Changmin sighed, ready to know that he couldn’t throw another argument. Junsu was a curious boy, and thick headed one.
“Thank you,” Junsu chirped happily, titling his head on a side and tried to look cute.
Changmin snorted.
“But Junsu, I guess, you must remember… You will get expelled if the school know about it.”
“I know,” Junsu nodded his head. He had already thought about all the consequences. It added and stirred the adrenaline inside his blood.
“And your parents, your twin, do they know?”
“They don’t need to know.”
The teacher came between their conversations, cutting it out before Changmin opened his mouth again. Without word, he locked his lips and strutted silently to his desk.
Junsu put his head at the table; these very days were surely giving him a headache.
“You are late, but I guess you are a lucky person. I need to rush this chapter so just sit down.”
Junsu felt the oddly familiar presence beside him; his senses tickled him into a too aware state. He struggled to ignore it. He scrunched his face at the déjà vu like feeling.
Junsu peeked slowly to the boy beside him. The same eyes with the same stare, cold but enticing. Junsu bit his lips before lifting his head, pretended to listen the teacher’s words. The awkward silence circled them, in the end they didn’t say a word to each other that day.
***
“You are a bastard. Today is an ass.”
“An ass for you, a happy one for me,” The beautiful boss of ‘Pulsatilla’ smirked as he remembering the hype that 'Pulsatilla' got today. It was a busy night, meant more money for him, but more jobs for he hosts.
“Whatever, “ Yoochun adjusted the tie in his suit. Although he was a high school student, an aura of seductiveness poured out from the very inches of his body. The suit looked so good for him, screaming charms no one could deny.
Jaejoong flicked his tongue, he reached for a glass of alcoholic liquid in front of him. He nursed the glass with his finger before touched it with his lips. The liquid burned down his throat in a way he always liked.
“You look happy today, what happened?”
Jaejoong laughed at the younger boy’s question. Mind drifted into a memory of certain adorable boy.
“I just found someone new for my palace.”
“Someone caught your eyes? Then he must be a good one,” Yoochun nodded. He knew that his friend slash boss had a very good taste. That was why ‘Pulsatilla’ always crowded with seekers who seek joy between their life.
“He is adorable… with pure eyes and lost soul, unlike you and me… the untainted one.”
“So… you want to taint it.” Yoochun chuckled, teases and humors coloring the question.
“Nah…” Jaejoong’s eyes widened in horror, he shook his head furiously.
“That is the last thing I want to do to him, if he takes the job, I will put him at Ryoe Woek’s section.”
“You are a softie, you know…”
“Like you,” Jaejoong said in a sing a song voice. He smiled at his own discoveries; he just needed to wait for Kim Junsu to show himself again.
***
Junsu fidgeted nervously when he stood in front of 'Pulsatilla'. The line of queue in to the door was a long one. The security was checking all of the persons one by one before they got to enter the building. The bright elegant sign of ‘Pulsatilla’ blinked cheerfully at him. He walked to the last line of queue before started to wait in line.
It was a long line, but all the nervousness made him forget about the long time waiting. Suddenly he was standing in front of the security.
“Member card, please…”
“I… I… don’t have it.”
The security frowned at Junsu’s answer, eyeing the fidgeting boy for a while.
“I’m sorry young man, I guess we can’t let you in without member card,” He sighed.
“Wait… I’m looking for someone namely Kim Jaejoong,” Junsu cut the security in shaky tone before he started to usher him out from the line. It succeed, the security froze at the mentioned name.
“Why are you looking for him?”
“Eh, some one gives me this card…” Junsu pulled the card from his pant pocket and showed him to the security.
The security looked at the slightly crumpled card in front of him before he turned and called someone else.
“Leeteuk, bring this young man to boss…” He told the other one.
The sweet face man came and took a look to the card before he smiled warmly to Junsu. He motioned the boy to follow him.
Junsu followed the other to the door, knees slightly weak at the rushing excitement.
“Kangin scares you, huh? I’m sorry, we need an extra safety after all, in a place like this we don’t know what will happen,” Leeteuk told him in a chirping syrupy voice. His steps were firm and confident with aura of calmness surrounded him.
“How old are you? Nineteen? Twenty?”
“Eighteen…”
“Oh…”Leeteuk looked taken aback at the number Junsu said to him.
“Boss is crazy, “ Leeteuk shook his head, he opened another door to Junsu for see it, hear it, and feel it.
The blaring sound knocked a rhythm into Junsu’s ears; he could felt the bass beating in his chest. The color of seduction flashed before his eyes. It was blue, green, red, before fell into black again. The dj moved his head through the rhythm as he closed his eyes tightly, lost in the maddening tones. People swayed and danced, forgetting who they were.
“This is our clubbing room,” Leeteuk shouted to him to defeat the deafening music. They walked pass the swarming body of dancing people and swaying hips.
When they reached another room, the silence was contrast from the other. They walked until they reached a quiet room with an elegant sofa, chair, and desk. There was a beautiful bookcase at the left side and a set stereo in another side.
“Wait here, I’m calling for the boss,” Leeteuk told him and pointed at the sofa with a wink before turned in his heels and walked outside, leaving Junsu, and his jumbling thought alone.
Every people who told him, ‘Pulsatilla’ was a bar, didn’t know anything about this place, he concluded. It was an understatement. Junsu imagined the bar to be a small, and dirty one, with smell of alcohol reeked from it. This wasn’t. He was met with a modern building and elegant ornament at the alley he passed by. With many doors in his left and his right, all closed, keeping a secret behind them. He had seen the modern, clean bar with rack of beverages and a very handsome bartender at the clubbing room. And he passed another bar beside a pool, a quiet one. It was contrast to the one inside the clubbing room. ‘Pulsatilla’ was… he didn’t have the correct word to describe it. He settled with word exclusive. He didn’t have any picture how he would work at this kind of place. Leeteuk called that place as 'Pulsatilla' palace.
The sound of the door opened was cutting the train of his thought. He saw the beautiful man who he had bumped into at the room. He wore a suit, suave, and sexy. Junsu eyed him with awe
“You use that expression again,” the other chuckled when he saw the expression of the boy, resulting in red face Junsu.
“I am Kim Jaejoong, the owner of ‘Pulsatilla’ palace, you are here, and have an interest in my offer, huh?”
“Ermmm…” Junsu cleared his throat before he answering the question, “Yes…”
“Good, we have a good payment here, you can go to work tomorrow,” Jaejoong grinned at the boy.
“I know you will say yes,” he waved his hand, cheering at his own amazing guess.
“What will I do in this place? Is this something like…” He didn’t continue his words, face beet red at the thought of a naughty job.
“No…” Jaejoong laughed at the red color of the boy’s face, showing him his innocent. “My… my… what an adorable boy.”
“You just stay with them, entertaining them with your story, make them happy,” he laughed again at the sigh from Junsu. The boy was obviously happy at the explanation of his job.
“And the rule, everyday, free day at Sunday and Wednesday, 6pm, sharp… Your suit would be made, I want you to get here tomorrow for measurement. For another detail, just go to Ryowoek, the one thin with a cute face and spiky hair, you will know him in the end.”
Junsu nodded at the explanation from Jaejoong, but suddenly the playful expression form the boss turned into something serious and dark. He shivered when he felt the eyes of the cold night gazed straight into his eyes.
“The important thing is don’t let them touch you too far,” Jaejoong told him; tones dangerously fell into a lower octave.
“Don’t let them get your body, Junsu, without my permission, we have hosts here, not whores. “
Junsu bit his lips, slightly questioning his own decision agreeing at the job. He couldn’t back out though. The face of his father when he got the bill was the worst thing he had gone through, nothing beat it.
“Good,” the cheerful tones came back. “Now, my best friend and the best host here will show you around.”
On the time the door was opened and revealing a charming man, whom Junsu couldn’t believe he would see at that place.
“Micky, this is the new member I told you about,” He chirped happily. He was oblivious at the saucer size eyes from Kim Junsu who was mirrored by the other one at the door.
“You…” Micky eyed the boy in disbelieve.
“Hi…” Junsu smiled nervously at his fate.
“What the hell are you doing, Bastard…” He turned to Jaejoong and growled.
“What? “ Jaejoong snapped back, shocked at the reaction he got from the other boy.
“How could you let him work here? He is a high school student…”
“You are a high school student too…”
“It is different… “
“I don’t see the difference, Yoochun, he needs the job, I need him,” Jaejoong voice had dropped dangerously as he eyed the furious Yoochun in front of him.
“You…!” He turned to Junsu, “Get out from here, you are not going to work here.” He glared to Junsu, pointed the finger into his face.
“I want to work here…” Junsu answered him quietly; eyes determined and tensed the fact.
“We don’t need you, Scram…!” Yoochun was practically screamed at Junsu’s face. The other felt his knees weak at the scary angry Yoochun, ready to break down.
Yoochun he saw here was different, bitter and annoyance shown clearly at his movement and his words. In his eyes, he saw angry and fiery fire. He chose to stand still, however. He must.
“I want this job…”
“You don’t want it,” He concluded shortly. "Look, Jaejoong, I don’t want to work with this kid,” He turned to Jaejoong, who looked calm but dangerous.
“We are at the same age…”
“I don’t care…”
“ENOUGH…!!”
Jaejoong’s eyes glinted, the tingle of dark abyss shown to the surface. Fear seeped into Junsu’s body as he saw the other looked at Yoochun with killing eyes of his.
“How dare you questioning my decision, I’m the boss here, Micky…”
“Jaejoong…”
“Don’t call me Jaejoong…”
“Hyung…” Yoochun mumbled silently at the sight of his furious boss. Eyes still held high at the stare battle between the two.
“He works here, whether you like it or not…”
“Whatever,” Yoochun turned to he dumbfounded Junsu.
“You will regret it,” He hissed dangerously before turned back to the door and slammed it loudly. Junsu winced at the sound.
“I’m sorry,” Jaejoong told him.
“I guess we need another person to show you around, ne?”
***
How can i not love you, how do i tell my heart
When do i not want you, here in my arms
Yoochun tore a stick of cigarette from his pocket, he lighted it before sucking it furiously.
Jaejoong was an ass.
For those people outside there, why must it be Junsu?
He didn’t care for the other, but it was Junsu, The boy from his past, or exactly the only good memory from his past.
He couldn’t work there; he couldn’t be ended like Yoochun.
Yoochun reminisced his past, the childhood memory he shared with the other boy. It was about butterfly at the wheat field, playing hide and seek, and a comforting hand when his father decided to give him another shot. The memory he swore he needed to forget, but he couldn’t. Junsu had forgotten him obviously, judging at his reaction when he offered Yoochun a handshake. Junsu forgot him, and he couldn’t.
Yoochun smiled, he was the same Junsu he remembered. Adorable and beautiful, innocent sprawled beneath the age of the man. He was like sunshine kisses in the morning, one of the little things that Yoochun liked in this world. Junsu was so unlike him. Yoochun spat bitterly. The cigarette felt oddly sour in his tongue.
He was too tainted for his own good, with bitterness, alcohol, nightly party, and many more. All rooted from the memory of shouting parents, palm pressed painfully at his body, and tears reeked in his cheeks.
‘Pulsatilla’ held something that he didn’t like to connect with Junsu. It was a different place, different world from him. Even the innocent boy was worked under the clean section; it was still dangerous knowing at the people who could come at the palace. They seek for sin, heavy or light, they all seek for the same thing.
Yoochun took the crystal box from his pocket, eyed it before took another whiff from the cancer stick.
Life was stupid.
How does one waltz away from all of the memories
How do i'm not miss you, when you were gone
***
“Yoochunnie…”
“Hmmmm…..”
“What if one day we get separated?”
“Not gonna happen…”
“It will happen…”
Young Yoochun got up from his nap under the tree, scrunched in distaste when he saw his friend’s eyes had already wet.
“You are a cry baby…”
“Am not, you are…”
“Whatever…”
Junsu sat up too, eyeing the beautiful sunset at the horizon. His mother told him that they would move again. They had already done it for many times, however this was the first time Junsu didn’t want to move with them. This was because at that time, he had Yoochun. He still didn’t have a heart to tell his best friend.
“Chunnie, you won’t forget me, will you?”
Yoochun snorted.
“I’m not the one who forgetful, you are the one…”
“Chunnie…”
“Aish, yes, I won’t forget you…” Yoochun smiled to his whining friend beside him. Innocent eyes capturing the other one’s stare, Junsu felt the pure sincerity in the orbs he met.
“Even you will forget me someday, I won’t forget you… “
[How could I forget you? How could I don’t remember you?]
***
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.
Prologue
One
Two
“You are crazy, su…”
“No, I’m not. I just want to work there.”
“It is not an ordinary job, it is ‘Pulsatilla.’ It is a bar…” Changmin emphasized the word bar, hoping that the word could bore some sense into Junsu’s thick skull. Junsu shushed him, wanting to keep their secret safe in their own ears.
“So what? I need a job, “ Junsu answered quickly, didn't dare to look at his friend’s fiery eyes.
“There are many possibilities of job outside there.”
“I guess I want to try something different.”
Indeed true. There was something bubbling up inside Junsu when he remembered the name of the bar. The promising of nightly adventure and something new flashed in every corner of his cell. He wanted to try it. Something inside of him pushed to try it. And judging from the famous name of the bar, the payment must be good too.
“You are weird…” Changmin sighed, ready to know that he couldn’t throw another argument. Junsu was a curious boy, and thick headed one.
“Thank you,” Junsu chirped happily, titling his head on a side and tried to look cute.
Changmin snorted.
“But Junsu, I guess, you must remember… You will get expelled if the school know about it.”
“I know,” Junsu nodded his head. He had already thought about all the consequences. It added and stirred the adrenaline inside his blood.
“And your parents, your twin, do they know?”
“They don’t need to know.”
The teacher came between their conversations, cutting it out before Changmin opened his mouth again. Without word, he locked his lips and strutted silently to his desk.
Junsu put his head at the table; these very days were surely giving him a headache.
“You are late, but I guess you are a lucky person. I need to rush this chapter so just sit down.”
Junsu felt the oddly familiar presence beside him; his senses tickled him into a too aware state. He struggled to ignore it. He scrunched his face at the déjà vu like feeling.
Junsu peeked slowly to the boy beside him. The same eyes with the same stare, cold but enticing. Junsu bit his lips before lifting his head, pretended to listen the teacher’s words. The awkward silence circled them, in the end they didn’t say a word to each other that day.
***
“You are a bastard. Today is an ass.”
“An ass for you, a happy one for me,” The beautiful boss of ‘Pulsatilla’ smirked as he remembering the hype that 'Pulsatilla' got today. It was a busy night, meant more money for him, but more jobs for he hosts.
“Whatever, “ Yoochun adjusted the tie in his suit. Although he was a high school student, an aura of seductiveness poured out from the very inches of his body. The suit looked so good for him, screaming charms no one could deny.
Jaejoong flicked his tongue, he reached for a glass of alcoholic liquid in front of him. He nursed the glass with his finger before touched it with his lips. The liquid burned down his throat in a way he always liked.
“You look happy today, what happened?”
Jaejoong laughed at the younger boy’s question. Mind drifted into a memory of certain adorable boy.
“I just found someone new for my palace.”
“Someone caught your eyes? Then he must be a good one,” Yoochun nodded. He knew that his friend slash boss had a very good taste. That was why ‘Pulsatilla’ always crowded with seekers who seek joy between their life.
“He is adorable… with pure eyes and lost soul, unlike you and me… the untainted one.”
“So… you want to taint it.” Yoochun chuckled, teases and humors coloring the question.
“Nah…” Jaejoong’s eyes widened in horror, he shook his head furiously.
“That is the last thing I want to do to him, if he takes the job, I will put him at Ryoe Woek’s section.”
“You are a softie, you know…”
“Like you,” Jaejoong said in a sing a song voice. He smiled at his own discoveries; he just needed to wait for Kim Junsu to show himself again.
***
Junsu fidgeted nervously when he stood in front of 'Pulsatilla'. The line of queue in to the door was a long one. The security was checking all of the persons one by one before they got to enter the building. The bright elegant sign of ‘Pulsatilla’ blinked cheerfully at him. He walked to the last line of queue before started to wait in line.
It was a long line, but all the nervousness made him forget about the long time waiting. Suddenly he was standing in front of the security.
“Member card, please…”
“I… I… don’t have it.”
The security frowned at Junsu’s answer, eyeing the fidgeting boy for a while.
“I’m sorry young man, I guess we can’t let you in without member card,” He sighed.
“Wait… I’m looking for someone namely Kim Jaejoong,” Junsu cut the security in shaky tone before he started to usher him out from the line. It succeed, the security froze at the mentioned name.
“Why are you looking for him?”
“Eh, some one gives me this card…” Junsu pulled the card from his pant pocket and showed him to the security.
The security looked at the slightly crumpled card in front of him before he turned and called someone else.
“Leeteuk, bring this young man to boss…” He told the other one.
The sweet face man came and took a look to the card before he smiled warmly to Junsu. He motioned the boy to follow him.
Junsu followed the other to the door, knees slightly weak at the rushing excitement.
“Kangin scares you, huh? I’m sorry, we need an extra safety after all, in a place like this we don’t know what will happen,” Leeteuk told him in a chirping syrupy voice. His steps were firm and confident with aura of calmness surrounded him.
“How old are you? Nineteen? Twenty?”
“Eighteen…”
“Oh…”Leeteuk looked taken aback at the number Junsu said to him.
“Boss is crazy, “ Leeteuk shook his head, he opened another door to Junsu for see it, hear it, and feel it.
The blaring sound knocked a rhythm into Junsu’s ears; he could felt the bass beating in his chest. The color of seduction flashed before his eyes. It was blue, green, red, before fell into black again. The dj moved his head through the rhythm as he closed his eyes tightly, lost in the maddening tones. People swayed and danced, forgetting who they were.
“This is our clubbing room,” Leeteuk shouted to him to defeat the deafening music. They walked pass the swarming body of dancing people and swaying hips.
When they reached another room, the silence was contrast from the other. They walked until they reached a quiet room with an elegant sofa, chair, and desk. There was a beautiful bookcase at the left side and a set stereo in another side.
“Wait here, I’m calling for the boss,” Leeteuk told him and pointed at the sofa with a wink before turned in his heels and walked outside, leaving Junsu, and his jumbling thought alone.
Every people who told him, ‘Pulsatilla’ was a bar, didn’t know anything about this place, he concluded. It was an understatement. Junsu imagined the bar to be a small, and dirty one, with smell of alcohol reeked from it. This wasn’t. He was met with a modern building and elegant ornament at the alley he passed by. With many doors in his left and his right, all closed, keeping a secret behind them. He had seen the modern, clean bar with rack of beverages and a very handsome bartender at the clubbing room. And he passed another bar beside a pool, a quiet one. It was contrast to the one inside the clubbing room. ‘Pulsatilla’ was… he didn’t have the correct word to describe it. He settled with word exclusive. He didn’t have any picture how he would work at this kind of place. Leeteuk called that place as 'Pulsatilla' palace.
The sound of the door opened was cutting the train of his thought. He saw the beautiful man who he had bumped into at the room. He wore a suit, suave, and sexy. Junsu eyed him with awe
“You use that expression again,” the other chuckled when he saw the expression of the boy, resulting in red face Junsu.
“I am Kim Jaejoong, the owner of ‘Pulsatilla’ palace, you are here, and have an interest in my offer, huh?”
“Ermmm…” Junsu cleared his throat before he answering the question, “Yes…”
“Good, we have a good payment here, you can go to work tomorrow,” Jaejoong grinned at the boy.
“I know you will say yes,” he waved his hand, cheering at his own amazing guess.
“What will I do in this place? Is this something like…” He didn’t continue his words, face beet red at the thought of a naughty job.
“No…” Jaejoong laughed at the red color of the boy’s face, showing him his innocent. “My… my… what an adorable boy.”
“You just stay with them, entertaining them with your story, make them happy,” he laughed again at the sigh from Junsu. The boy was obviously happy at the explanation of his job.
“And the rule, everyday, free day at Sunday and Wednesday, 6pm, sharp… Your suit would be made, I want you to get here tomorrow for measurement. For another detail, just go to Ryowoek, the one thin with a cute face and spiky hair, you will know him in the end.”
Junsu nodded at the explanation from Jaejoong, but suddenly the playful expression form the boss turned into something serious and dark. He shivered when he felt the eyes of the cold night gazed straight into his eyes.
“The important thing is don’t let them touch you too far,” Jaejoong told him; tones dangerously fell into a lower octave.
“Don’t let them get your body, Junsu, without my permission, we have hosts here, not whores. “
Junsu bit his lips, slightly questioning his own decision agreeing at the job. He couldn’t back out though. The face of his father when he got the bill was the worst thing he had gone through, nothing beat it.
“Good,” the cheerful tones came back. “Now, my best friend and the best host here will show you around.”
On the time the door was opened and revealing a charming man, whom Junsu couldn’t believe he would see at that place.
“Micky, this is the new member I told you about,” He chirped happily. He was oblivious at the saucer size eyes from Kim Junsu who was mirrored by the other one at the door.
“You…” Micky eyed the boy in disbelieve.
“Hi…” Junsu smiled nervously at his fate.
“What the hell are you doing, Bastard…” He turned to Jaejoong and growled.
“What? “ Jaejoong snapped back, shocked at the reaction he got from the other boy.
“How could you let him work here? He is a high school student…”
“You are a high school student too…”
“It is different… “
“I don’t see the difference, Yoochun, he needs the job, I need him,” Jaejoong voice had dropped dangerously as he eyed the furious Yoochun in front of him.
“You…!” He turned to Junsu, “Get out from here, you are not going to work here.” He glared to Junsu, pointed the finger into his face.
“I want to work here…” Junsu answered him quietly; eyes determined and tensed the fact.
“We don’t need you, Scram…!” Yoochun was practically screamed at Junsu’s face. The other felt his knees weak at the scary angry Yoochun, ready to break down.
Yoochun he saw here was different, bitter and annoyance shown clearly at his movement and his words. In his eyes, he saw angry and fiery fire. He chose to stand still, however. He must.
“I want this job…”
“You don’t want it,” He concluded shortly. "Look, Jaejoong, I don’t want to work with this kid,” He turned to Jaejoong, who looked calm but dangerous.
“We are at the same age…”
“I don’t care…”
“ENOUGH…!!”
Jaejoong’s eyes glinted, the tingle of dark abyss shown to the surface. Fear seeped into Junsu’s body as he saw the other looked at Yoochun with killing eyes of his.
“How dare you questioning my decision, I’m the boss here, Micky…”
“Jaejoong…”
“Don’t call me Jaejoong…”
“Hyung…” Yoochun mumbled silently at the sight of his furious boss. Eyes still held high at the stare battle between the two.
“He works here, whether you like it or not…”
“Whatever,” Yoochun turned to he dumbfounded Junsu.
“You will regret it,” He hissed dangerously before turned back to the door and slammed it loudly. Junsu winced at the sound.
“I’m sorry,” Jaejoong told him.
“I guess we need another person to show you around, ne?”
***
How can i not love you, how do i tell my heart
When do i not want you, here in my arms
Yoochun tore a stick of cigarette from his pocket, he lighted it before sucking it furiously.
Jaejoong was an ass.
For those people outside there, why must it be Junsu?
He didn’t care for the other, but it was Junsu, The boy from his past, or exactly the only good memory from his past.
He couldn’t work there; he couldn’t be ended like Yoochun.
Yoochun reminisced his past, the childhood memory he shared with the other boy. It was about butterfly at the wheat field, playing hide and seek, and a comforting hand when his father decided to give him another shot. The memory he swore he needed to forget, but he couldn’t. Junsu had forgotten him obviously, judging at his reaction when he offered Yoochun a handshake. Junsu forgot him, and he couldn’t.
Yoochun smiled, he was the same Junsu he remembered. Adorable and beautiful, innocent sprawled beneath the age of the man. He was like sunshine kisses in the morning, one of the little things that Yoochun liked in this world. Junsu was so unlike him. Yoochun spat bitterly. The cigarette felt oddly sour in his tongue.
He was too tainted for his own good, with bitterness, alcohol, nightly party, and many more. All rooted from the memory of shouting parents, palm pressed painfully at his body, and tears reeked in his cheeks.
‘Pulsatilla’ held something that he didn’t like to connect with Junsu. It was a different place, different world from him. Even the innocent boy was worked under the clean section; it was still dangerous knowing at the people who could come at the palace. They seek for sin, heavy or light, they all seek for the same thing.
Yoochun took the crystal box from his pocket, eyed it before took another whiff from the cancer stick.
Life was stupid.
How does one waltz away from all of the memories
How do i'm not miss you, when you were gone
***
“Yoochunnie…”
“Hmmmm…..”
“What if one day we get separated?”
“Not gonna happen…”
“It will happen…”
Young Yoochun got up from his nap under the tree, scrunched in distaste when he saw his friend’s eyes had already wet.
“You are a cry baby…”
“Am not, you are…”
“Whatever…”
Junsu sat up too, eyeing the beautiful sunset at the horizon. His mother told him that they would move again. They had already done it for many times, however this was the first time Junsu didn’t want to move with them. This was because at that time, he had Yoochun. He still didn’t have a heart to tell his best friend.
“Chunnie, you won’t forget me, will you?”
Yoochun snorted.
“I’m not the one who forgetful, you are the one…”
“Chunnie…”
“Aish, yes, I won’t forget you…” Yoochun smiled to his whining friend beside him. Innocent eyes capturing the other one’s stare, Junsu felt the pure sincerity in the orbs he met.
“Even you will forget me someday, I won’t forget you… “
[How could I forget you? How could I don’t remember you?]
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