Shut Up and Drive [4/?]
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.
In this chapter: Jaejoong suffers in this one. Eheheheh :D dedicated to
tyreling, who made this fic a nice banner (:
All was bright and sunny and gay in a certain apartment in Seoul. But mostly gay.
“Jung Yunho.”
Yunho looked up at the sound of his name, not because he was the one being addressed, but more because of the WAY his name was being said…with such vengeance…such hatred…
“Y-yeah, hyung?”
Kangin strode towards the dining table, his face darker than a thundercloud. “This is all your fault.”
Yunho knew exactly what his hyung was ready to kill him for, but he decided to play dumb so he could buy a few more minutes of breathing time. “W-What’s my fault, hyung?”
“ARE YOU FRIGGIN’ BLIND!??” Kangin raised both hands before he slammed them onto the table, causing a snoring Yoochun to snort loudly while seated half-upright in his chair. “I LIVE IN A GARDEN!!!!”
Yunho tried not to look at the brightly coloured flowers that stuck out from every angle of the room.
Kangin rubbed his face, pushing up his fringe with a maniacal look on his face. “Sometimes I can’t tell whether the outside of the window is outside, or the inside of the window is outside, or the outside of the window is…” Kangin’s eyebrows furrowed. “Never mind. My point is, can’t you give your flowers to someone else besides Leeteuk!? They’re driving me crazy!!!”
“I can’t!” Yunho whined pitifully. “I can’t give them to Yoochun, because that would be as good as giving them to myself; we share a room! Changmin has threatened castration or worse if I give him so much as another leaf…”
“Then face castration!”
“But Leeteuk hyung is the only one who actually loves flowers!”
“And I really can’t tell that for myself, living in an apartment that looks like it’s been pollinated by sexually-deprived bees fifty-eight times.”
Yunho looked confused. “Technically, bees can’t be sexually deprived, hyung…aren’t worker bees all female? And isn’t only the queen bee capable of reproduction-”
Kangin gave him a look.
Yunho whimpered.
“Yunho’s right, Kangin,” Leeteuk strode merrily from the kitchen, setting bowls of cereal down, giving the other man a gentle kiss on his temple. “Worker bees are all female. You should listen to Changmin’s talks on biology more often.” He patted Yoochun on the head, trying to get his messy hair to settle down. “Where is he, anyway?”
“He swapped shifts with Shiwon, so he’s going in later. I left him sleeping in our apartment. He needs it: he stayed up till 4am on his laptop.” Yunho accepted the bowl of cereal that Leeteuk pushed towards him.
Kangin growled as he poured milk into his cereal. “Don’t change the subject. When are you gonna get a move on with your flower princess?”
Yunho flushed. “W-What? F-flower princess!?”
“I agree, Yunho.” Leeteuk poured milk into Yoochun’s cereal. “As much as I DO like flowers, I’m running out of vases to put them in.”
The younger man sighed heavily, letting his soggy cereal fall back into the milk. “I know, Changmin was telling me to get a move on yesterday.” He picked up another spoonful and let it plop back into the bowl again. “But we both agreed that we should check whether he’s already attached. It’s no use if he already has someone else…”
Leeteuk nodded. “That’s a good idea. And if you need romantic ideas on how to ask him out…”
“Ask me!” Kangin thumped his chest.
Leeteuk rolled his eyes and smiled, giving Kangin a shove. “You can ask him if you want to get rejected twice before getting together. You should ask Yoochun,” he nodded towards the zombie at the table. “He dated a lot in high school, from what I know.”
Kangin snorted. “To the point of being a flirt.”
“You’re just jealous.” Leeteuk teased lightly before turning to Yunho. “Yoochun’s helped you before, hasn’t he? You should ask him,” He quickly moved to stop Yoochun from dipping his toothbrush into his cereal. “Once he’s awake, that is.”
~*~
A fifteen minute break was exactly what they needed, after rescuing a drowning victim at a public pool and one car accident with two casualties. Finally freed after delivering the latest victims into Shiwon’s care, Kangin and Yoochun made a beeline for the locker rooms to catch a breather. Leeteuk was off doing some unknown administration, and Yunho was nowhere to be seen.
Yoochun fingered his cell phone in his pocket. Should I call him now?... He took out his phone, his fingers dialing the familiar number as he pondered. Nah. The phone slid shut. He’s probably having classes.
At the side, Kangin was too busy attaching a recent picture of him and Leeteuk at the funfair on his locker door. Yoochun smirked. Kangin hyung acted like the tough guy all the time, but Yoochun knew better. For starters, his locker door was covered from top to toe with pictures and the locker itself held more than a few hand-written cards and love letters. At the thought of that Yoochun shuddered slightly, a smile creeping to his lips. Mushy.
Kangin made sure the photo was absolutely straight before he took a small polishing cloth, wiping a bit of dust off Leeteuk’s smiling face while grinning happily to himself. “There,” he took a few steps back just to make sure it was perfect. “I’m done!”
“Wow hyung,” Yoochun stretched lazily on the bench. “It only took you 8 minutes this time! Well done!”
“It did, didn’t it?” Kangin beamed, taking care to shut his locker carefully so that the photos that were stuck nearer to the edges of the locker door wouldn’t get crumpled. “I-” He stopped before he could begin his sentence, giving a loud groan of exasperation. “Not again, Yunho!”
Yoochun turned to see his other hyung standing sheepishly at the door, one hand rubbing the back of his head while the other was holding on to a bouquet of red roses. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”
Kangin’s eyes became slits. “Couldn’t resist? Couldn’t resist!? Yunho, it’s only a fifteen minute break! How in the world did you manage to get yourself down to the flower shop and up again-”
“He took the same time you did to paste a picture on your locker door, hyung,” Yoochun called out lazily from the bench. “8 minutes. Both of you have achieved remarkable things with the power of love.” Yoochun thought for a while before he added, “And one-sided infatuation.”
Kangin snorted. “One-sided obsession is more appropriate. How long are you going to let this continue, Yunho? And what the hell are you going to do with those flowers?”
“I know, I know,” Yunho raised one hand in peace. “I’m working on it, okay? I’ll ask Junsu about it when I can.” Yunho looked at the flowers in his hand. “And these…”
Kangin shot him a vehement look. “If those flowers ever make it into my apartment, you’d wish Changmin could have castrated you sooner.”
Yunho gulped. “But hyung…”
“Why don’t you give it to a nurse?” Yoochun piped brightly, stretching out his long legs over the floor. “I’m sure plenty of them would love to get flowers from you.”
“Nurse?” Yunho looked uncertain, glancing at two particularly giggly nurses from the entrance of the male locker rooms. “I don’t know…”
“It’s not that difficult,” Yoochun gave a loud yawn. “Just go up and shove the flowers into her arms. She’ll buy whatever you say.”
“But…”
Yoochun jabbed a thumb in Kangin’s direction. Yunho wondered how anyone’s eyes could ever gleam so dangerously.
Yoochun watched as his hyung scuffled off quickly, almost tripping over his own shoes to get himself out of the locker room. “This is going to be amusing.”
Kangin sat himself down next to Yoochun, both of them watching Yunho approach the two nurses who looked like they were about to die from too much blood rushing to their faces. “I love you, Yoochun. Thank you.”
The other man smirked. “Anytime, hyung.”
~*~
Jaejoong flipped the sign on the glass door to ‘BACK IN 10 MINUTES’, locking the door with practiced ease. The lights in the shop were still lit: he figured that there was no need to switch them off, since his trip would be short anyway. Pocketing his keys, he made his way to the lift lobby, lightly punching the button as he waited for the lift.
Using both hands to hold the Doraemon lunchbox that Junsu loved so much, Jaejoong smiled. His brother had left in a hurry that morning, taking a ride with Kibum and Eunhyuk to the hospital, only managing to stuff a slice of toast into his mouth. Jaejoong had barely managed to catch sight of the back of Junsu’s hoodie as he disappeared, leaving the door half-open.
He had taken his time to make and pack onigiri for Junsu, using pieces of seaweed to make funny faces on the rice balls. He opened the lunchbox, taking a quick peek inside to make sure the rice balls weren’t squashed and chiding himself quietly for being so childish. But I can’t really help it, can I? A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Not when Junsu behaves like an eight-year old most of the time.
The lift ding-ed merrily, announcing its arrival. Jaejoong stepped politely to the side to allow a lone doctor and two nurses to exit, before moving slightly forward to enter.
It was then that he spotted a familiar bouquet in one of the nurses’ hands as she brushed past him.
Isn’t that…
“Yah,” the other nurse tugged on the sleeve of the one holding the roses. “When you and Yunho get married one day, don’t forget me!”
“W-What?” The other nurse seemed shy. “Giving me flowers doesn’t mean anything!”
Jaejoong knew she was saying that only for the sake of saying it.
“Don’t kid yourself!” The other nurse gave her a playful light shove. “Why would he give you flowers if he wasn’t-”
The lift doors slid shut, cutting off the nurse’s sentence. But Jaejoong’s heart had already completed it for him.
…wasn’t interested in you.
He gripped the lunchbox tightly, standing alone in the silent lift, not noticing that he didn’t press the button to reach his destination floor, not noticing when the lift began moving on its own to pick up other passengers.
The lift doors opened, and Jaejoong woke up from his trance, looking up only to meet the eyes of…
Park Yoochun. The one Junsu was telling me about.
“Jae-Jaejoong?” He heard a startled voice from the side. “What are you doing here??”
Jaejoong suddenly became even more aware of the dryness of his lips as his eyes settled on that handsome face, his tongue quickly darting out to moisten them. “I-I…” What am I doing here? “I…”
“Jaejoong-sshi?” Yunho stepped forward, concerned. “Are you…are you alright?”
The grip he had on the lunchbox brought his mind back to his purpose, and he quickly plastered a small smile on his face. “I’m just…just bringing lunch for Junsu,” He stepped out of the lift quickly, backing away. “I-I have to go. See you!”
And as he ran down the corridor, nearly tripping an old lady with a walking aid, he tried not to think about how much it hurt to know that Yunho had lied to him.
~*~
“Should I get him a bucket?” Kangin looked at the dazed expression on Yunho’s face. “I think he’s about to start drooling right now.”
“Save that for later.” Yoochun used an arm to prevent the lift doors from closing. “Can we get in the lift first?”
Kangin gave Yunho a shove, pushing the both of them into the lift. Yoochun quickly punched the button for the ground floor, letting the doors shut automatically.
“So, that’s him huh?” Kangin chuckled as he got a dumb nod from Yunho. “Your taste isn’t half-bad.”
Yunho’s eyes gleamed with happiness. “What are the odds??” He did a happy twirl on the spot, and Yoochun side-stepped to avoid him. “Us, having a break, and him, being the awesome, caring, perfect older brother he is, bringing lunch for Junsu-”
“Bringing lunch for Kim Junsu?” Yoochun frowned as they stepped out of the lift and walked towards the A & E department. “Isn’t pediatrics on the fifth floor? Why did he get out on the third?”
That thought was quickly forgotten as Leeteuk ran towards them, tossing him a set of keys. “Your turn to drive. Yoochun and Yunho with me, Kangin, you’re with Shindong. Let’s move, people!”
~*~
Junsu squeaked and burrowed his face into the pillow, screwing his eyes shut. He risked another peek, only to find the scene on the screen once again too gory for his liking. His older brother had always found this habit of his amusing and teased him relentlessly about it: Junsu loved watching horror shows, but most of the time the only thing that Junsu saw were the back of his eyelids. “Maybe we should get an audio recording of the movie instead of wasting money getting the DVD.”
He winced as he heard a loud crash, the heavy sound of ceramic breaking on the floor. Curling up into a ball and praying fervently that whatever gory scene on the television scene would pass soon, Junsu whimpered. Then he heard the rustling of old newspaper, before a few choice curses.
Hold on. Junsu peeked out to look at the screen. Why would anyone curse in Korean on Saw III?
He crawled slowly out of the fortress he had made out of his blankets and pillows. “Hyung?”
There was no answer from the kitchen.
“Hyung?” Junsu walked cautiously, letting his loose baby-blue pajama bottoms unroll and fall to his ankles. He spotted his older brother kneeling on the floor, looking at the remains of a shattered bowl. Junsu ran over immediately, gasping when he saw red liquid dripping from Jaejoong’s hand.
“Hyung!” His voice pitched slightly higher than usual with worry. “You’re bleeding!”
Jaejoong looked stunned for a moment, before he looked down at his hand.”Oh..oh no, I must have cut myself on the shard-” His hands reached out to begin picking up the pieces again, placing them onto the old newspaper. “Got to wrap it up and throw it away, it’s quite sharp…”
“I’ll do it.” Junsu rushed forward, lifting his hyung’s hand up to inspect the wound. “It’s quite deep…”
Jaejoong watched as his brother rummaged the cupboard for the first aid kit, taking out some antiseptic, gauze and surgical tape. With the skill of an expert, Junsu quickly cleaned the wound and bandaged it to keep the blood from flowing out. When he was done, Junsu quickly packed the kit, storing back into the cupboard quietly before picking up the remaining pieces of broke ceramic, tossing them carefully onto the newspaper.
“Junsu…”
“Hmmm?”
“I’m sorry I broke the bowl…”
Junsu shot his brother a weird look. “Why should you feel sorry, hyung? It belongs to us, not just to me.” He picked up the last piece, wrapped up the newspaper and threw it into the bin. “So it’s your bowl too.”
“Oh, it’s just-” Jaejoong waved his uninjured hand in the air. “…I felt the need to apologize. Since its joint property and all that, you own half the bowl and I broke it and so I had to apologize since it wasn’t just my bowl, it was also your bowl-”
He stopped rambling at the sight of Junsu’s raised eyebrows.
“Spill.”
Jaejoong looked defensive. “What?”
“Something’s up. Tell me.”
The older of the two bit his lip before he stood up. “I’m going to get the broom, there may be smaller shards on the floor-”
“I’ll do it.”
Jaejoong looked at his younger brother. “Su…”
“I’ll clean up this mess…” Junsu gave him a weak smile. “Could you help me turn the dvd player and the television off though? I-I don’t want to watch it anymore…”
Jaejoong laughed. “I told you not to rent it! You barely watched half of it!”
“I know~!” Junsu whined cutely, pushing his hyung out of the kitchen. “Just help me turn it off, okay? I’ll go to bed once I’ve cleaned this up!”
~*~
Jaejoong sighed, staring up at the empty white ceiling. Why am I so affected?
He had been doing things wrong the whole day: giving the wrong change to customers, cutting the leaves off the roses instead of trimming the thorns, trying to lock up the flower shop using his house keys, and now, he was breaking bowls…
Something warm settled in beside him, snuggling up to his side. Jaejoong smiled, even though a groan was on his lips. “Junsu…you have your own bed!”
He felt his younger brother shaking his head. “No! I’m gonna sleep in yours and you can’t stop me~”
“Fine.” Jaejoong grabbed his pillow, scuttling off his bed. “I’ll just sleep in yours-”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Junsu clasped his hand tightly around Jaejoong’s wrist. “Not until you tell me what happened today.”
“You really wanna know?” Jaejoong knew there was no running from this. He fell back onto his bed with a loud thump, sighing. “I…I saw Yunho giving flowers to another nurse…”
Junsu’s eyes widened with shock. “What!?”
“Yep.” Jaejoong closed his eyes, before opening them again. “The flowers are not for his mother.” He lied.
There was a silence in the room before Junsu’s voice was heard, quiet and soft.
“You like him, don’t you, hyung?”
“I…” Jaejoong could feel the back of eyes prickle; the beginning of unwanted tears. “I liked him. But it doesn’t really matter now, does it?”
“Hyung…” Junsu snuggled closer, trying to provide comfort that needed no words. “He likes you, I know…”
“He likes someone else.” Jaejoong bit his lip. “It’s ok, I’ll be fine. Just…” I can’t cry… “...just-”
A tear drop made its way down his cheek, and Jaejoong felt Junsu wipe it away.
~*~
Yoochun’s eyes were fixed solidly on the monitor, his hands moving the mouse swiftly without hesitating. Unagi, unagi, rice, seaweed, prawn, unagi, salmon, shrimp roe, seaweed, rice, rice…
His eyes opened with wonder as the last customer left the table, and a message flashed across the screen.
“YYEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!! WOO-HOO!!!!” He whooped with joy, almost jumping out of his seat. “MIN!! MIN!!! I’M A MASTER CHEF!!!”
There was a loud grumble from the toilet about laptop abuse before the sound of the shower blocked out all else again.
Yoochun ran out of Changmin’s room into the next, yelling excitedly. “YUNHO HYUNG, I’M A-”
“…a master chef, yes, Yoochun, the whole neighbourhood heard.” Yunho rolled his eyes. “Playing sushi-go-round on Changmin’s laptop again?”
“What else can I do? I can’t find my DS-lite anywhere…” Yoochun frowned, missing the frightened, guilty look on Yunho’s face. Yunho cleared his throat.
“But Min needs his laptop for work, you know…”
Yoochun shrugged. “Whatever. He needs some time off it anyway. It’s bad for your eyesight to stare at laptop screens so much.”
“And this is coming from you, the person who spends all his free time with his DS-lite, the television and the computer.”
“I have FUN, Changmin doesn’t!” Yoochun stuck out his tongue. “That makes all the difference.”
The phone rang suddenly, causing the both of them to jump. “You answer it.”
“Me?” Yunho gave a scandalized look. “Who’s the hyung here?”
“Damn.” Yoochun got off the bed, grumbling. “You don’t act like one most of the time, anyway…”
He hurried to the living room, running and jumping to lie flat on the sofa, his hand picking up the cordless from its holder easily. “Yeoboseyo?”
“Yeoboseyo?” A sweet, almost childish-sounding voice came over the other line. “May I speak to Changmin, please?”
“Changmin?” Yoochun raised his eyebrows. “He’s in the shower right now. Who’s speaking?”
“Aaahhh, I see. I’ll call back later then. Can you tell him that Junsu called?”
Yoochun’s eyes widened. “Junsu? As in KIM Junsu? As in the annoying bratty nurse Kim Junsu!?”
There was a silence over the line. “…Park Yoochun!?”
“What the hell are you calling Changmin for!?”
“I-It’s none of your business!” Junsu retorted. “Damn, I knew I should have just called his cell phone instead!”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you calling him in the first place?” A thought suddenly crossed his mind, making him gasp. “Are you two DATING!?”
Yoochun felt something heavy hit his head. “OWW, Min, what the hell!?” He looked at the book which Changmin just used to smack him. “ ‘Japanese Cuisine’?”
“Yes, master chef.” Changmin stood in front of him, half-dressed in his boxer shorts, still using a towel to dry his hair. “Give me the phone.”
“Why should I?”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Because it’s my phone call.” He plucked the phone out of Yoochun’s fingers. “Yeoboseyo?”
Yoochun huffed slightly as he watched Changmin talk over the phone, the tone suddenly becoming serious. Changmin suddenly looked at Yoochun, pondering slightly. “Hold on.”
Yoochun yelped as he was dragged off the sofa by Changmin, who promptly led the both of them into his room, before shutting and locking the door. “I’ll put you on speaker, I think Yoochun has to listen to this too.”
He clicked on a few buttons, and soon Junsu’s voice could be heard. “Ehhhhh, can you hear me?”
Yoochun snorted. “If that annoying noise is your voice, then yes, we can hear you. Loud and clear.”
Changmin whacked his hyung’s head. “Now’s not the time, hyung! Junsu hyung, tell him what happened.”
“…my hyung just cried himself to sleep. Apparently he saw Yunho hyung giving the flowers he bought from his shop to another nurse…”
Yoochun felt a sinking feeling in his heart. Shit. “Oh no.”
“Oh no?” Changmin turned to look at him. “What do you mean, ‘oh no’?”
“Kangin hyung and I dared him to do it.” Yoochun looked worried. “Because Kangin hyung didn’t want him giving Leeteuk hyung any more flowers…”
Junsu’s voice came in. “I was right, wasn’t I?” He paused. “Yunho hyung was just buying flowers so he could see my hyung, right?”
“Way to go, did you figure that one out all by yourself-”
“Yoochun hyung.” Changmin’s eyes held a warning. “Now’s not the time.” He sighed. “Now that we can establish that Jaejoong hyung and Yunho hyung really like each other, all we have to do is get them together. To do that, we have to work together. He watched as Yoochun made a face. “YES, ALL of us have to work together.”
Junsu’s uneasy voice came over the phone. “…alright. For the sake of both of them.”
Yoochun grumbled a little. “Okay.”
“Now that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” Changmin smiled. “Now all we have to do is figure out how we’re gonna do it…”
end of chapter four.
a/n: late again T_T my apologies come in the form of 3790 words and 13 pages on Microsoft word. This is the longest chapter so far!!!
For those of you who have never played Sushi-go-round on miniclips before, and have no idea what Yoochun is talking about, go play it here ^^: http://www.miniclip.com/games/sushi-go-round/en/
This chapter goes out to tyreling, who made this fic a lovely and amusing banner ^ I particularly like jaeho standing at the back with flowers. hahaha!!!
For the record, the dbsk concert in KL was fantastic 8D I still can’t forget it!!!
Just to let you guys know, I’ll be in Shanghai from the 8th-20th of December, which means I can’t update because I can’t access livejournal from there!!!! :0 :0 :0 I will still be working on new chapters, though. I’ll probably post everything at one shot when I’m back.
comments are loved!!! <333