Shut Up and Drive [7/?]
Title: Shut Up and Drive
Pairings: Yoosu, Jaeho, Kangteuk
Length: Chapter fic
Author: rainbowpebbles
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama, Humour, Fluff
Summary: Yoochun and Yunho are paramedics. Junsu is a nurse and Changmin is a doctor. Yoochun and Junsu officially hate each other to bits, and Yunho likes Jaejoong (the florist!) but he’s too shy to do anything about it :D Enough said. Welcome to Joong Woon General Hospital.
Park Yoochun had gotten into all sorts of trouble before in his life.
When he was six, he took his mother’s favourite spatula and buried it in the garden. It wouldn’t have been half as bad if the neighbour’s dog hadn’t dug it up and tried to eat it. Yoochun had a hard time explaining to his mother and his amused neighbour why the dog’s new chew-toy had “Cook with Love <3” engraved on it.
When he was nine, he brought home a few tadpoles he had caught with his brother in a nearby drain without realizing that they would turn into frogs sooner or later.
…he put them in his underwear drawer.
When he was eleven he began sleep-talking in the middle of class and called his math teacher a “warthog wrapped in a curtain” right to her face.
When he was fourteen he stumbled into school, late and disheveled, only to find that he was wearing his school shirt with his ultraman pajama bottoms.
Yoochun mentally slapped himself. This was not the time to bring up embarrassing childhood memories.
Especially since he had just gotten himself into the biggest shit anyone could have ever imagined getting themselves into.
Kim Junsu struggled out of the fountain, spluttering, his strawberry-blonde hair plastered to his face, his body soaked from head to toe. Yoochun watched as the other gripped the side of the fountain to balance himself, one of his shoes landing on the floor with a loud “flop!”.
Yoochun could only think of one thing.
OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO-
Junsu glared at him, shivering slightly. “Y-YOU!”
Yoochun’s eyes widened, and he held out both hands out in front of him. “I-”
“W-WHY THE HECK DID YOU D-DO THAT FOR?!” Junsu glared at him angrily, his arms shivering as he tried to shake water off them.
Yoochun tried not to eep in fear. “It was an accident, I swear!”
Junsu did not look the least bit appeased. “YOU IDIOT! I-I’M GONNA…” The nurse stopped in mid-sentence, the features on his face giving a weird twitch before…
“ATCHOO!”
Yoochun looked on with wide eyes as Junsu began sneezing continuously.
“This is all Changmin’s fault!” He groaned to himself. “I should have never listened to him and just gone on with my miserable life…”
“Y-Yoo…ah-CHOO!”
“…I mean if I gave Yunho hyung four years to cool off, I’m sure he would forgive me eventually!”
Junsu looked at the other man weakly, his nose all red from his earlier sneezing, his energy sapped. “Oi…”
“And now I’ve blown it! Pushed him into the fountain, didn’t you? Your life’s a mess, Park Yoochun! Now the only way Yunho hyung will forgive you is if you go for plastic surgery and come back with a new gender-”
“PARK YOOCHUN!”
“Huh?”
“I-I…” Junsu looked at Yoochun, trying to point at something. “I need y-your…”
It was only then that Yoochun realized that Kim Junsu was still extremely wet, and the weather was extremely cold, and Junsu’s nurse’s uniform was practically sticking to his skin. The nurse was shivering, trying to wrap his arms around his frame.
Yoochun tried not to stare.
“Y-Yoochun!” Junsu called his name a little louder and more forcefully. “J-Junjin…”
The pale boy in the wheelchair, who had been watching the scene unfold before his eyes, snapped to attention at the sound of his name. “Hyung?”
Junsu gave Yoochun a push, his body slightly hunched over in a feeble attempt to keep warm. “M-Medication…now. He h-has to take it o-on time. C-Could you push him back to his w-ward?”
“Oh!” Yoochun finally came back to his senses. “Right, medication…” He moved to the boy, gripping the handles of the wheelchair and began pushing the boy back to his ward.
Junsu smiled weakly. “T-thanks.”
Yoochun felt guilty. Why the heck is he thanking me for? “Junsu, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“W-We’ll settle t-this later.” Junsu gave him a hard glare and a shove. “G-go.”
Yoochun began pushing obediently, taking long strides towards the main building before a small, frail hand gripped his arm. “Hyung…”
“Eh?” Yoochun looked down at the boy. “Junjin, right? What is it?”
The boy looked back in the direction of the fountain. “Junsu hyung…”
The paramedic turned to look back at the fountain, where he saw Junsu trying to fish something out of the water. The nurse was still shaking slightly in the cold, trying fruitlessly to reach for an object floating in the fountain.
You really do have the emotional intelligence of a rock, don’t you. Changmin was right. Yoochun chided himself. He gave the boy a quick smile. “I’ll be right back.”
He jogged back to fountain, reaching out to touch the nurse’s wet back. “Hey.”
The nurse jumped a little, startled. “W-Wha…aren’t you s-supposed to…”
Junsu suddenly felt something warm settle across his shoulders, before he saw Yoochun reach over the fountain to fish out his other floating shoe, gently placing it as his feet. Junsu stared.
Yoochun rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Err…do you need a new set of uniform? Do you have an extra set in your locker?”
Junsu shook his head, allowing a few water droplets to fall to the ground. “I-I’ll have to get a new set from the counter…”
“I’ll get it for you.” Yoochun replied resolutely. “I’ll send Junjin back to his ward, then I’ll pass you the new set of uniform in the shower room, okay?” He started jogging back to the boy seated in the wheelchair again. “I’ll be there as soon as I can!”
Junsu stood there for a while, before the barest of smiles crept onto his face, and his grip on Yoochun’s jacket that was slung around his shoulders tightened. Putting on his wet shoe and ignoring the squelching noises it made as he walked, he made his way to the shower rooms slowly. Maybe he’s not that bad.
Maybe.
~*~
After delivering Junjin into Kibum’s capable hands, Yoochun hurried his way to the nearest nurse’s station to grab a set of uniform for Junsu. The nurse on duty was a sharp, old lady, who shot him a dubious look when he stated his request, but after much pleading he was finally victorious. Yoochun grinned at the uniform which was still in its plastic wrapping. At least I’ve done something right.
The shower rooms were mostly empty; most of the staff in the hospital were busy at work. The only people you could find here at this time of the day were…well…nurses who were pushed into fountains by paramedics.
Yoochun strode towards the only occupied stall, rapping the door gently. “Kim Junsu?”
The sounds of the shower stopped abruptly. “Oh, you’re here.”
“Yeah, I err…” Yoochun waved the uniform about even though Junsu couldn’t see it, making the plastic crinkle. “I got your uniform. Do you want me to toss it over or something?”
Yoochun heard the sounds of wet cloth being flopped against the floor. “Could you just hang it over the door?”
“Sure.” Yoochun did as he was told, listening to Junsu’s attempts to wring and fold his wet clothes. “Yah Kim Junsu…”
“Eh?”
“Do you…” Yoochun put one hand around his neck and tried not to sound too awkward. “Pass me your wet uniform. I’ll wash it for you.”
There was a stunned silence. “…err…what?”
“I said,” Yoochun declared loudly. “…that I’ll wash it for you.”
“Ah…I think it’s alright, I’ll just-”
“Kim Junsu.” Yoochun interrupted him. “Just…just let me do it, alright? Pass me your clothes, I’ll return them to you as soon as I’m done with them.”
He waited as the other hesitated, but eventually Junsu slung his wet uniform over the door for Yoochun to take. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Yoochun found himself smiling for some silly reason even though his hands were full of wet cloth. “Listen, I’ve gotta run for my next shift, Kangin hyung will kill me if I’m late.”
“Oh…okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Yep.” Yoochun gave a small grin, leaving the shower room with a sense of satisfaction.
…not aware of the very, very terrible mistake he had made.
~*~
Kim Junsu now faced a dilemma.
And when Junsu faced a dilemma, a very complicated process would set itself into motion. Typically, angel!junsu would be arguing with demon!junsu in his mind, while his face would remain blank and dazed.
So with his eyes staring at the horror in front of him and his jaw hanging open and loose, this was the war that was going on in Junsu’s mind:
Demon!Junsu huffed and sat on the sofa (which was actually Junsu’s brain, really). “Park Yoochun did this on purpose! Kill him! Kill him! Go to his house and burn all his underwear-”
“No.” A high-pitched, slightly-squeaky but somewhat calm voice shot back. Angel!Junsu preened his feathers in front of a mirror. “He meant well, I’m sure he did. He may put up a tough exterior, but inside, Park Yoochun is just as soft and sweet as…” Angel!Junsu let out a happy sigh, clasping both hands together. “…marshmallows.” The angel got up, and a shower of flowers and sparkles found their way onto the floor. “Besides, burning underwear is mean. I know Yoochun’s underwear. It’s CK. It’s expensive.”
“Don’t be a doofus,” Demon!Junsu snorted, his fingers instinctively going to his spiky hair, plucking individual strands to make them look more emo. “After all those things he’s done to you, calling you names, deliberately being rude…”
“He’s just immature!” Angel!Junsu declared in a sing-song voice, snapping his fingers and making a guitar appear in a poof of smoke. “Here, let me sing you a song to calm you down-”
“No,” Demon!Junsu backed away, horrified. “Not the guitar!”
Angel!Junsu giggled, before he began strumming a chord progression.
“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“I CAN’T SAY GOODBYE ‘CAUSE I LUBBB YOUUUUUUUU~~~”
Junsu shook his head, clearing all his thought before looking back at the situation at hand.
Park Yoochun had brought him a dress.
To be honest it wasn’t really a dress. More accurately, it was a nurse uniform. The female nurse uniform.
Damn gender stereotypes. Why do people always assume nurses are females?
Junsu sighed. He only had two options. One was to sit in the stall and wait for someone else to walk by before asking him to grab a new set of uniforms, and the other…
…was to put on the very female uniform in front of him, make a quick dash to the counter and ask for a new set himself.
Option One was highly improbable unless he wanted to miss the rest of his shift. No staff would come by the shower rooms at this time, not for another two hours or so at least, when lunch time rolled by.
Somehow the option of reading two hours of toilet graffiti scribbled on the walls of the stall wasn’t very appealing to him.
He sighed again, before reaching out to unbutton the uniform to make it easier to put on. I hope I can fit into this…
He slipped the uniform on with surprising ease, the cloth falling neatly over his narrow waist and frame. He buttoned the uniform before slipping into his slightly soggy shoes, pushing the door of the stall open.
Standing by the entrance to the locker room Junsu peered into the corridor cautiously. When he was certain the coast was clear, he took a few steps out, trying to look and walk normally. Just as he was about to walk towards the nearest nurse station…
“Oh excuse me miss!” A flustered, middle-aged woman ran up to him. “Could you please direct me to the Accident and Emergency Department? My son! My son had an asthma attack!”
Junsu paled. “But I-”
“Please! I have to be there for him now!” She looked desperate. “I have to!”
A strong sense of duty overwhelmed the nurse, and he began striding resolutely to the lift. “This way madam, please follow me!”
“Oh thank you!” The woman hurried after him. “Bless you, miss!”
Junsu was about to correct her, but he decided that now was not the time to be arguing about his…appearance. There were more important things at hand. He gave her an assuring smile.
“Don’t worry too much, madam. I’m sure he’ll be fine. I know the doctors in the A & E Department.”
She returned his smile with her own shaky one. “I really hope he’s alright…he’s my only baby boy, you know?”
Junsu gave her a soft smile. “I know what you mean.”
The lift descended quickly to the ground floor before its doors slid open, and Junsu hurried out, the frantic mother close behind. As they neared the department, she gave a loud cry and rushed forward to a stretcher being pushed by…
Junsu stopped in his tracks but it was already too late. He had been seen.
His face coloured quickly as he watched Yoochun’s eyes widen to the size of dinner-plates. “J-J-Junsu?”
Junsu felt like he was going to die of embarrassment. “Park Yoochun, you-”
“Where’s the patient?” A familiar voice floated over, before Changmin appeared. “Asthma…hyung did you manage to-” The doctor waved a hand in front of Yoochun’s face, oblivious to his other feminized hyung standing off to the side.
“H-huh?” Yoochun snapped back to his senses. “Oh yeah, we managed to get the attack under control, he needs rest, he was just running too hard…” He trailed off distractedly, his eyes fixed on Junsu’s form.
Changmin turned to look at where his hyung’s attention was being pulled to. “What-” His eyes widened. “Junsu hyung?”
The horrified nurse looked like he was about to cry.
“Isn’t that…” Junsu froze as he recognized who the voice belonged to. “…Junsu? Is that you?”
The nurse turned slowly, hearing his brother gasp. Yunho’s jaw dropped open beside him.
“Is this…” Yoochun’s voice was meek, and everyone turned to look at him. “I gave you the…”
Junsu nodded, his cheeks a flaming red.
Yoochun paled as three pairs of eyes narrowed at him.
~*~
Jaejoong looked up from his task, his knife ceasing to chop carrots. He heard the sounds of his brother removing his coat and shoes, the quiet shuffling of his feet before a tired “I’m home” escaped from his lips.
“Welcome back!” Jaejoong answered, quickly sweeping the carrots into the soup, patting his hands on his blue apron before walking out of the kitchen.
Jaejoong blinked.
Junsu sniffled.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened further. And he blinked again.
And THEN he blinked again.
And just to annoy you further, Jaejoong widened his eyes and BLINKED AGAIN.
“Junsu…” he began, his voice uncertain. “What did you do to your hair?”
The once strawberry-blonde hair was now it’s original jet-black colour, but what was surprising was not the colour, but its length. Jaejoong reached out to touch his brother’s short, slightly spiked up hair. “Wow.”
“Does it look good?” Junsu’s face scrunched up a bit. “I mean…does it still look girly? Does it?”
Jaejoong ran his fingers through his brother’s cropped locks. “It’s so…black.”
Junsu beamed. “That’s because black is a MANLY colour.”
Jaejoong stared at him for a while, before he burst out laughing. “Is this what this is all about?”
Junsu grabbed a pillow and thwacked him with it. “Hyung! This isn’t funny! I was teased the entire day about it!” He groaned before ticking names off his fingers. “The head nurse, Changmin, Shiwon, Kibum…” He shot Jaejoong a sharp glare. “…YOU…”
The older man chortled. “You have to admit, it was funn-” He yelled as Junsu’s sweater found its way onto his face, before removing it and grinning. “Hilarious, actually.”
“Which is WHY I got a new haircut.” Junsu growled menacingly. “So that I won’t look GIRLY and people wouldn’t mistake me for a GIRL…and then Park Yoochun wouldn’t pass me a GIRL’s uniform because I do not have a GIRLY hairstyle and therefore…” He sucked in a breath. “…I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A GIRL.”
“Alas,” Jaejoong slumped onto the sofa, a smirk creeping onto his lips. “I’ve always wanted a younger sister. But…” He grinned. “Don’t you think piercing your ears would make you look even more girly?”
Junsu’s hands shot to his ears defensively. “They do?”
“Junsu…girls pierce their ears, you know. And they wear earrings. You know, like on TV.”
Junsu thought for a while before slumping on the sofa. “Oh.”
~*~
I, PARK YOOCHUN, HEREBY DISTRIBUTE MY POSSESSIONS WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I AM FACING IMPENDING DOOM:
To Kangin hyung, I leave my DS-lite and PS2. Treat them well. Do not punch the PS2 when it takes too long to load, or I’ll personally crawl out of my grave to punch you. Patience is a virtue. Stop punching things.
To Leeteuk hyung, I leave my books. Because you are the only one intelligent enough to realize that words are meant to be read from left to right. (Actually you’re not, but Changmin thinks that my taste in books is trashy
To Shiwon, I leave enough money to let you go on a Coke-spree for a week. You can even get Coca Cola to endorse my funeral, I think having a red tombstone is cool.
To Kibum, I leave all my…magazines. Stop looking at children all day, you pedophile. You need more exposure.
To Chungmin, I leave my CD collecti
“It’s an ‘a’, not a ‘u’, my name’s Changmin.” The doctor sipped his tea leisurely over Yoochun’s shoulder, reading what he had written so far. “Chungmin was the name of my grandma’s cat.”
Yoochun looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide as he stared at Changmin. “Satan sent one of his minions to get me already? Just give me five minutes, please, five minutes before you take me awa-”
Changmin whacked him.
Yoochun slapped his arm, before canceling Changmin’s part altogether. “Alright, that’s it, for having no respect for the soon-to-be-dead, you’re not gonna get anything-”
The other shrugged. “I think your taste in music is trashy too, at any rate.”
“Oh!” Yoochun huffed. “So that’s how it’s gonna be like, huh? Go ahead, insult me in my last few hours in the land of the living, Shim Changmin. You’re gonna regret it when I’m gone-”
“Not quite.” Changmin shot him a cheerful smile. “At least I can have my room back. The only downfall is that Yunho hyung and I have to split rent into half. But it’s definitely worth the extra space,” He grinned. “And the peace and quiet.”
Yoochun shot him a dark look, muttering something about finding out how to haunt people when he became a ghost before going back to his will again.
Changmin sighed before reaching over and plucking the paper from the table.
“Hey-” Yoochun tried to grab the paper back. “HEY! Give it back to me!”
“You’re not going to die, hyung. Think about it rationally. Besides,” Changmin flipped the paper over. “Nobody’s gonna take a will that was written on the back of last week’s grocery list very seriously.”
Yoochun buried his face into his hands, groaning. “Don’t you know what I DID? I friggin’ gave Kim Junsu a FEMALE nurse’s uniform! AND I TOOK HIS CLOTHES! Do you know how this looks like?”
“How?”
“Bad!” Yoochun looked upset. “Now he’s gonna think I did it on purpose, then his brother’s gonna think I did it on purpose, then Yunho hyung is going to think I did it on purpose. That, my friend,” Yoochun stated in a very matter-of-fact way. “Is how I am going to die.” He sighed before he stood up. “Gotta run, I’ve got an appointment to pick a plot of land for my grave-”
“Yoochun.”
Yunho stood by the door. Changmin grinned.
Yoochun gulped.
“Hey hyung.”
Yunho walked over, peering over Yoochun’s stiff shoulder to look at the list. “Why isn’t my name there, Yoochun?”
“I…I…” Yoochun stumbled over his words. “I haven’t had the time to-”
He heard a loud chortle from behind, and turned around in time to see Changmin fall off his chair laughing.
“Huh?” Yoochun glanced up to see his other hyung’s lips crack into a smile before it became full-blown laughter. Yunho sat down on his bed, clutching his stomach and laughing his head off.
“What…” Yoochun’s eyes narrowed. “What is this all about?”
“It-it’s…” Yunho said between laughs, tears nearly rolling their way down his eyes. “It was so FUNNY!”
Changmin grinned from his spot on the floor. “Priceless. The look on both you and Junsu hyung’s faces.”
“So…” Yoochun’s face became blank. “You’re not angry anymore?”
Yunho gave a cheeky smile. “I can’t be angry with a dong saeng for so long. Especially since that dong saeng has the tendency to do the most absurd things in the world. Like drawing up a will to give away possessions that do not belong to him.” Yunho reached over him to pluck a CD from Yoochun’s table. “I’ll be taking this back, just in case you decide that you are feeling charitable and give it away to someone else. Jaejoong called, by the way.” His eyes sparkled in a manner full of mischief.
Yoochun scrambled from his chair onto the bed. “Is Junsu still angry?”
“Oh he’s not angry.” Changmin quipped. “He’s found an outlet for all that anger and unwanted attention.”
Yoochun’s eyebrow rose. “Outlet?”
“You’ll see tomorrow.” Yunho stood up, making his way to the door. “You can have your room back, Changmin, I’m moving back here with Yoochun. I just need to grab her from your room.” He disappeared down the hallway to the other room.
Changmin shook his head. “Thirteen years of education and he still can’t tell that Bambi is a boy. I gotta rent that movie one day to let Yunho hyung see that Bambi has antlers.”
Yoochun threw his bolster at him, grinning. “Shut up, Chungmin. And get your stuff back into your room.”
end of chapter seven.
this one’s to rajes, who inspired singing angel!junsu by humming ‘rainy night’ into my ear everyday. and to my other classmates, who kept pestering me about updating after they starting reading.
sorry for the long wait again ^^;;; it’s getting tougher to find time to update, everything is so hectic! I’m sorry if you don’t find this funny, my humour is slipping away with my sanity. I hate studying. ):
(if you still think this is worthy of a comment,)
comments are much loved! <333
**double-edit i forgot to credit
yoosujaehomin for this fanart ^^ thank you so much dear! and sorry for the mix up! i forgot to take your username down earlier T_T
Pairings: Yoosu, Jaeho, Kangteuk
Length: Chapter fic
Author: rainbowpebbles
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama, Humour, Fluff
Summary: Yoochun and Yunho are paramedics. Junsu is a nurse and Changmin is a doctor. Yoochun and Junsu officially hate each other to bits, and Yunho likes Jaejoong (the florist!) but he’s too shy to do anything about it :D Enough said. Welcome to Joong Woon General Hospital.
Park Yoochun had gotten into all sorts of trouble before in his life.
When he was six, he took his mother’s favourite spatula and buried it in the garden. It wouldn’t have been half as bad if the neighbour’s dog hadn’t dug it up and tried to eat it. Yoochun had a hard time explaining to his mother and his amused neighbour why the dog’s new chew-toy had “Cook with Love <3” engraved on it.
When he was nine, he brought home a few tadpoles he had caught with his brother in a nearby drain without realizing that they would turn into frogs sooner or later.
…he put them in his underwear drawer.
When he was eleven he began sleep-talking in the middle of class and called his math teacher a “warthog wrapped in a curtain” right to her face.
When he was fourteen he stumbled into school, late and disheveled, only to find that he was wearing his school shirt with his ultraman pajama bottoms.
Yoochun mentally slapped himself. This was not the time to bring up embarrassing childhood memories.
Especially since he had just gotten himself into the biggest shit anyone could have ever imagined getting themselves into.
Kim Junsu struggled out of the fountain, spluttering, his strawberry-blonde hair plastered to his face, his body soaked from head to toe. Yoochun watched as the other gripped the side of the fountain to balance himself, one of his shoes landing on the floor with a loud “flop!”.
Yoochun could only think of one thing.
OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO-
Junsu glared at him, shivering slightly. “Y-YOU!”
Yoochun’s eyes widened, and he held out both hands out in front of him. “I-”
“W-WHY THE HECK DID YOU D-DO THAT FOR?!” Junsu glared at him angrily, his arms shivering as he tried to shake water off them.
Yoochun tried not to eep in fear. “It was an accident, I swear!”
Junsu did not look the least bit appeased. “YOU IDIOT! I-I’M GONNA…” The nurse stopped in mid-sentence, the features on his face giving a weird twitch before…
“ATCHOO!”
Yoochun looked on with wide eyes as Junsu began sneezing continuously.
“This is all Changmin’s fault!” He groaned to himself. “I should have never listened to him and just gone on with my miserable life…”
“Y-Yoo…ah-CHOO!”
“…I mean if I gave Yunho hyung four years to cool off, I’m sure he would forgive me eventually!”
Junsu looked at the other man weakly, his nose all red from his earlier sneezing, his energy sapped. “Oi…”
“And now I’ve blown it! Pushed him into the fountain, didn’t you? Your life’s a mess, Park Yoochun! Now the only way Yunho hyung will forgive you is if you go for plastic surgery and come back with a new gender-”
“PARK YOOCHUN!”
“Huh?”
“I-I…” Junsu looked at Yoochun, trying to point at something. “I need y-your…”
It was only then that Yoochun realized that Kim Junsu was still extremely wet, and the weather was extremely cold, and Junsu’s nurse’s uniform was practically sticking to his skin. The nurse was shivering, trying to wrap his arms around his frame.
Yoochun tried not to stare.
“Y-Yoochun!” Junsu called his name a little louder and more forcefully. “J-Junjin…”
The pale boy in the wheelchair, who had been watching the scene unfold before his eyes, snapped to attention at the sound of his name. “Hyung?”
Junsu gave Yoochun a push, his body slightly hunched over in a feeble attempt to keep warm. “M-Medication…now. He h-has to take it o-on time. C-Could you push him back to his w-ward?”
“Oh!” Yoochun finally came back to his senses. “Right, medication…” He moved to the boy, gripping the handles of the wheelchair and began pushing the boy back to his ward.
Junsu smiled weakly. “T-thanks.”
Yoochun felt guilty. Why the heck is he thanking me for? “Junsu, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“W-We’ll settle t-this later.” Junsu gave him a hard glare and a shove. “G-go.”
Yoochun began pushing obediently, taking long strides towards the main building before a small, frail hand gripped his arm. “Hyung…”
“Eh?” Yoochun looked down at the boy. “Junjin, right? What is it?”
The boy looked back in the direction of the fountain. “Junsu hyung…”
The paramedic turned to look back at the fountain, where he saw Junsu trying to fish something out of the water. The nurse was still shaking slightly in the cold, trying fruitlessly to reach for an object floating in the fountain.
You really do have the emotional intelligence of a rock, don’t you. Changmin was right. Yoochun chided himself. He gave the boy a quick smile. “I’ll be right back.”
He jogged back to fountain, reaching out to touch the nurse’s wet back. “Hey.”
The nurse jumped a little, startled. “W-Wha…aren’t you s-supposed to…”
Junsu suddenly felt something warm settle across his shoulders, before he saw Yoochun reach over the fountain to fish out his other floating shoe, gently placing it as his feet. Junsu stared.
Yoochun rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Err…do you need a new set of uniform? Do you have an extra set in your locker?”
Junsu shook his head, allowing a few water droplets to fall to the ground. “I-I’ll have to get a new set from the counter…”
“I’ll get it for you.” Yoochun replied resolutely. “I’ll send Junjin back to his ward, then I’ll pass you the new set of uniform in the shower room, okay?” He started jogging back to the boy seated in the wheelchair again. “I’ll be there as soon as I can!”
Junsu stood there for a while, before the barest of smiles crept onto his face, and his grip on Yoochun’s jacket that was slung around his shoulders tightened. Putting on his wet shoe and ignoring the squelching noises it made as he walked, he made his way to the shower rooms slowly. Maybe he’s not that bad.
Maybe.
~*~
After delivering Junjin into Kibum’s capable hands, Yoochun hurried his way to the nearest nurse’s station to grab a set of uniform for Junsu. The nurse on duty was a sharp, old lady, who shot him a dubious look when he stated his request, but after much pleading he was finally victorious. Yoochun grinned at the uniform which was still in its plastic wrapping. At least I’ve done something right.
The shower rooms were mostly empty; most of the staff in the hospital were busy at work. The only people you could find here at this time of the day were…well…nurses who were pushed into fountains by paramedics.
Yoochun strode towards the only occupied stall, rapping the door gently. “Kim Junsu?”
The sounds of the shower stopped abruptly. “Oh, you’re here.”
“Yeah, I err…” Yoochun waved the uniform about even though Junsu couldn’t see it, making the plastic crinkle. “I got your uniform. Do you want me to toss it over or something?”
Yoochun heard the sounds of wet cloth being flopped against the floor. “Could you just hang it over the door?”
“Sure.” Yoochun did as he was told, listening to Junsu’s attempts to wring and fold his wet clothes. “Yah Kim Junsu…”
“Eh?”
“Do you…” Yoochun put one hand around his neck and tried not to sound too awkward. “Pass me your wet uniform. I’ll wash it for you.”
There was a stunned silence. “…err…what?”
“I said,” Yoochun declared loudly. “…that I’ll wash it for you.”
“Ah…I think it’s alright, I’ll just-”
“Kim Junsu.” Yoochun interrupted him. “Just…just let me do it, alright? Pass me your clothes, I’ll return them to you as soon as I’m done with them.”
He waited as the other hesitated, but eventually Junsu slung his wet uniform over the door for Yoochun to take. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Yoochun found himself smiling for some silly reason even though his hands were full of wet cloth. “Listen, I’ve gotta run for my next shift, Kangin hyung will kill me if I’m late.”
“Oh…okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Yep.” Yoochun gave a small grin, leaving the shower room with a sense of satisfaction.
…not aware of the very, very terrible mistake he had made.
~*~
Kim Junsu now faced a dilemma.
And when Junsu faced a dilemma, a very complicated process would set itself into motion. Typically, angel!junsu would be arguing with demon!junsu in his mind, while his face would remain blank and dazed.
So with his eyes staring at the horror in front of him and his jaw hanging open and loose, this was the war that was going on in Junsu’s mind:
Demon!Junsu huffed and sat on the sofa (which was actually Junsu’s brain, really). “Park Yoochun did this on purpose! Kill him! Kill him! Go to his house and burn all his underwear-”
“No.” A high-pitched, slightly-squeaky but somewhat calm voice shot back. Angel!Junsu preened his feathers in front of a mirror. “He meant well, I’m sure he did. He may put up a tough exterior, but inside, Park Yoochun is just as soft and sweet as…” Angel!Junsu let out a happy sigh, clasping both hands together. “…marshmallows.” The angel got up, and a shower of flowers and sparkles found their way onto the floor. “Besides, burning underwear is mean. I know Yoochun’s underwear. It’s CK. It’s expensive.”
“Don’t be a doofus,” Demon!Junsu snorted, his fingers instinctively going to his spiky hair, plucking individual strands to make them look more emo. “After all those things he’s done to you, calling you names, deliberately being rude…”
“He’s just immature!” Angel!Junsu declared in a sing-song voice, snapping his fingers and making a guitar appear in a poof of smoke. “Here, let me sing you a song to calm you down-”
“No,” Demon!Junsu backed away, horrified. “Not the guitar!”
Angel!Junsu giggled, before he began strumming a chord progression.
“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“I CAN’T SAY GOODBYE ‘CAUSE I LUBBB YOUUUUUUUU~~~”
Junsu shook his head, clearing all his thought before looking back at the situation at hand.
Park Yoochun had brought him a dress.
To be honest it wasn’t really a dress. More accurately, it was a nurse uniform. The female nurse uniform.
Damn gender stereotypes. Why do people always assume nurses are females?
Junsu sighed. He only had two options. One was to sit in the stall and wait for someone else to walk by before asking him to grab a new set of uniforms, and the other…
…was to put on the very female uniform in front of him, make a quick dash to the counter and ask for a new set himself.
Option One was highly improbable unless he wanted to miss the rest of his shift. No staff would come by the shower rooms at this time, not for another two hours or so at least, when lunch time rolled by.
Somehow the option of reading two hours of toilet graffiti scribbled on the walls of the stall wasn’t very appealing to him.
He sighed again, before reaching out to unbutton the uniform to make it easier to put on. I hope I can fit into this…
He slipped the uniform on with surprising ease, the cloth falling neatly over his narrow waist and frame. He buttoned the uniform before slipping into his slightly soggy shoes, pushing the door of the stall open.
Standing by the entrance to the locker room Junsu peered into the corridor cautiously. When he was certain the coast was clear, he took a few steps out, trying to look and walk normally. Just as he was about to walk towards the nearest nurse station…
“Oh excuse me miss!” A flustered, middle-aged woman ran up to him. “Could you please direct me to the Accident and Emergency Department? My son! My son had an asthma attack!”
Junsu paled. “But I-”
“Please! I have to be there for him now!” She looked desperate. “I have to!”
A strong sense of duty overwhelmed the nurse, and he began striding resolutely to the lift. “This way madam, please follow me!”
“Oh thank you!” The woman hurried after him. “Bless you, miss!”
Junsu was about to correct her, but he decided that now was not the time to be arguing about his…appearance. There were more important things at hand. He gave her an assuring smile.
“Don’t worry too much, madam. I’m sure he’ll be fine. I know the doctors in the A & E Department.”
She returned his smile with her own shaky one. “I really hope he’s alright…he’s my only baby boy, you know?”
Junsu gave her a soft smile. “I know what you mean.”
The lift descended quickly to the ground floor before its doors slid open, and Junsu hurried out, the frantic mother close behind. As they neared the department, she gave a loud cry and rushed forward to a stretcher being pushed by…
Junsu stopped in his tracks but it was already too late. He had been seen.
His face coloured quickly as he watched Yoochun’s eyes widen to the size of dinner-plates. “J-J-Junsu?”
Junsu felt like he was going to die of embarrassment. “Park Yoochun, you-”
“Where’s the patient?” A familiar voice floated over, before Changmin appeared. “Asthma…hyung did you manage to-” The doctor waved a hand in front of Yoochun’s face, oblivious to his other feminized hyung standing off to the side.
“H-huh?” Yoochun snapped back to his senses. “Oh yeah, we managed to get the attack under control, he needs rest, he was just running too hard…” He trailed off distractedly, his eyes fixed on Junsu’s form.
Changmin turned to look at where his hyung’s attention was being pulled to. “What-” His eyes widened. “Junsu hyung?”
The horrified nurse looked like he was about to cry.
“Isn’t that…” Junsu froze as he recognized who the voice belonged to. “…Junsu? Is that you?”
The nurse turned slowly, hearing his brother gasp. Yunho’s jaw dropped open beside him.
“Is this…” Yoochun’s voice was meek, and everyone turned to look at him. “I gave you the…”
Junsu nodded, his cheeks a flaming red.
Yoochun paled as three pairs of eyes narrowed at him.
~*~
Jaejoong looked up from his task, his knife ceasing to chop carrots. He heard the sounds of his brother removing his coat and shoes, the quiet shuffling of his feet before a tired “I’m home” escaped from his lips.
“Welcome back!” Jaejoong answered, quickly sweeping the carrots into the soup, patting his hands on his blue apron before walking out of the kitchen.
Jaejoong blinked.
Junsu sniffled.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened further. And he blinked again.
And THEN he blinked again.
And just to annoy you further, Jaejoong widened his eyes and BLINKED AGAIN.
“Junsu…” he began, his voice uncertain. “What did you do to your hair?”
The once strawberry-blonde hair was now it’s original jet-black colour, but what was surprising was not the colour, but its length. Jaejoong reached out to touch his brother’s short, slightly spiked up hair. “Wow.”
“Does it look good?” Junsu’s face scrunched up a bit. “I mean…does it still look girly? Does it?”
Jaejoong ran his fingers through his brother’s cropped locks. “It’s so…black.”
Junsu beamed. “That’s because black is a MANLY colour.”
Jaejoong stared at him for a while, before he burst out laughing. “Is this what this is all about?”
Junsu grabbed a pillow and thwacked him with it. “Hyung! This isn’t funny! I was teased the entire day about it!” He groaned before ticking names off his fingers. “The head nurse, Changmin, Shiwon, Kibum…” He shot Jaejoong a sharp glare. “…YOU…”
The older man chortled. “You have to admit, it was funn-” He yelled as Junsu’s sweater found its way onto his face, before removing it and grinning. “Hilarious, actually.”
“Which is WHY I got a new haircut.” Junsu growled menacingly. “So that I won’t look GIRLY and people wouldn’t mistake me for a GIRL…and then Park Yoochun wouldn’t pass me a GIRL’s uniform because I do not have a GIRLY hairstyle and therefore…” He sucked in a breath. “…I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A GIRL.”
“Alas,” Jaejoong slumped onto the sofa, a smirk creeping onto his lips. “I’ve always wanted a younger sister. But…” He grinned. “Don’t you think piercing your ears would make you look even more girly?”
Junsu’s hands shot to his ears defensively. “They do?”
“Junsu…girls pierce their ears, you know. And they wear earrings. You know, like on TV.”
Junsu thought for a while before slumping on the sofa. “Oh.”
~*~
I, PARK YOOCHUN, HEREBY DISTRIBUTE MY POSSESSIONS WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I AM FACING IMPENDING DOOM:
To Kangin hyung, I leave my DS-lite and PS2. Treat them well. Do not punch the PS2 when it takes too long to load, or I’ll personally crawl out of my grave to punch you. Patience is a virtue. Stop punching things.
To Leeteuk hyung, I leave my books. Because you are the only one intelligent enough to realize that words are meant to be read from left to right. (Actually you’re not, but Changmin thinks that my taste in books is trashy
To Shiwon, I leave enough money to let you go on a Coke-spree for a week. You can even get Coca Cola to endorse my funeral, I think having a red tombstone is cool.
To Kibum, I leave all my…magazines. Stop looking at children all day, you pedophile. You need more exposure.
To Chungmin, I leave my CD collecti
“It’s an ‘a’, not a ‘u’, my name’s Changmin.” The doctor sipped his tea leisurely over Yoochun’s shoulder, reading what he had written so far. “Chungmin was the name of my grandma’s cat.”
Yoochun looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide as he stared at Changmin. “Satan sent one of his minions to get me already? Just give me five minutes, please, five minutes before you take me awa-”
Changmin whacked him.
Yoochun slapped his arm, before canceling Changmin’s part altogether. “Alright, that’s it, for having no respect for the soon-to-be-dead, you’re not gonna get anything-”
The other shrugged. “I think your taste in music is trashy too, at any rate.”
“Oh!” Yoochun huffed. “So that’s how it’s gonna be like, huh? Go ahead, insult me in my last few hours in the land of the living, Shim Changmin. You’re gonna regret it when I’m gone-”
“Not quite.” Changmin shot him a cheerful smile. “At least I can have my room back. The only downfall is that Yunho hyung and I have to split rent into half. But it’s definitely worth the extra space,” He grinned. “And the peace and quiet.”
Yoochun shot him a dark look, muttering something about finding out how to haunt people when he became a ghost before going back to his will again.
Changmin sighed before reaching over and plucking the paper from the table.
“Hey-” Yoochun tried to grab the paper back. “HEY! Give it back to me!”
“You’re not going to die, hyung. Think about it rationally. Besides,” Changmin flipped the paper over. “Nobody’s gonna take a will that was written on the back of last week’s grocery list very seriously.”
Yoochun buried his face into his hands, groaning. “Don’t you know what I DID? I friggin’ gave Kim Junsu a FEMALE nurse’s uniform! AND I TOOK HIS CLOTHES! Do you know how this looks like?”
“How?”
“Bad!” Yoochun looked upset. “Now he’s gonna think I did it on purpose, then his brother’s gonna think I did it on purpose, then Yunho hyung is going to think I did it on purpose. That, my friend,” Yoochun stated in a very matter-of-fact way. “Is how I am going to die.” He sighed before he stood up. “Gotta run, I’ve got an appointment to pick a plot of land for my grave-”
“Yoochun.”
Yunho stood by the door. Changmin grinned.
Yoochun gulped.
“Hey hyung.”
Yunho walked over, peering over Yoochun’s stiff shoulder to look at the list. “Why isn’t my name there, Yoochun?”
“I…I…” Yoochun stumbled over his words. “I haven’t had the time to-”
He heard a loud chortle from behind, and turned around in time to see Changmin fall off his chair laughing.
“Huh?” Yoochun glanced up to see his other hyung’s lips crack into a smile before it became full-blown laughter. Yunho sat down on his bed, clutching his stomach and laughing his head off.
“What…” Yoochun’s eyes narrowed. “What is this all about?”
“It-it’s…” Yunho said between laughs, tears nearly rolling their way down his eyes. “It was so FUNNY!”
Changmin grinned from his spot on the floor. “Priceless. The look on both you and Junsu hyung’s faces.”
“So…” Yoochun’s face became blank. “You’re not angry anymore?”
Yunho gave a cheeky smile. “I can’t be angry with a dong saeng for so long. Especially since that dong saeng has the tendency to do the most absurd things in the world. Like drawing up a will to give away possessions that do not belong to him.” Yunho reached over him to pluck a CD from Yoochun’s table. “I’ll be taking this back, just in case you decide that you are feeling charitable and give it away to someone else. Jaejoong called, by the way.” His eyes sparkled in a manner full of mischief.
Yoochun scrambled from his chair onto the bed. “Is Junsu still angry?”
“Oh he’s not angry.” Changmin quipped. “He’s found an outlet for all that anger and unwanted attention.”
Yoochun’s eyebrow rose. “Outlet?”
“You’ll see tomorrow.” Yunho stood up, making his way to the door. “You can have your room back, Changmin, I’m moving back here with Yoochun. I just need to grab her from your room.” He disappeared down the hallway to the other room.
Changmin shook his head. “Thirteen years of education and he still can’t tell that Bambi is a boy. I gotta rent that movie one day to let Yunho hyung see that Bambi has antlers.”
Yoochun threw his bolster at him, grinning. “Shut up, Chungmin. And get your stuff back into your room.”
end of chapter seven.
this one’s to rajes, who inspired singing angel!junsu by humming ‘rainy night’ into my ear everyday. and to my other classmates, who kept pestering me about updating after they starting reading.
sorry for the long wait again ^^;;; it’s getting tougher to find time to update, everything is so hectic! I’m sorry if you don’t find this funny, my humour is slipping away with my sanity. I hate studying. ):
(if you still think this is worthy of a comment,)
comments are much loved! <333
**double-edit i forgot to credit
yoosujaehomin for this fanart ^^ thank you so much dear! and sorry for the mix up! i forgot to take your username down earlier T_T