Love Game in the Dark - yunjae, yoosu, kimin, jaechun
Title: Love Game in the Dark
Chapter(s): 2/xx
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: romance
Rating: PG-13 - R
Warning(s): language (for now)
Pairing/Characters: Yunjae, Yoosu, Jaechun, Kimin.
Disclaimer: I am not their mother :\
Synopsis: Payback is a bitch but no matter what, in the end, karma bites everyone in the ass.
Comment(s): (I) In some scenes, italics are dialogues said in English. Besides the flashbacks because those are in italics as well. (II) I should be studying for my tests next week but I figured taking a break for one day wouldn’t hurt. At least I hope it doesn’t. Enjoy, lovelies.
2
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“Huuuh? So that’s what’s been goin’ down since we’ve been gone?!” Kibum asked in shock, his eyes as wide as saucers as he stared at Jaejoong in disbelief.
“It’s not like I cause them serious harm like death or something.” I rolled my eyes, placing the last of the washed dishes into one of the cabinets.
“I forbid you to put anyone through that sort of pain!” Kibum pouted.
“The last time I checked, you’re staying under my roof and your status isn’t that above mine at school.”
“Hyung, what’s become of you?” Kibum asked; his expression softening as he wrapped an arm around his cousin. “The Jaejoong hyung I left behind wasn’t all catty and bitchy like this.” Cue, Kibum pout.
“I have. I’ve just toughened up a bit, I guess…”
I don’t know why Kibum was interrogating me all of a sudden. As if he hadn’t done enough of that last night? I haven’t changed that much, have I? I’m only doing what’s best for me. Is it seriously a crime for protecting myself? People aren’t going to respect you unless you speak up and stand up for yourself. I figured it was common sense to anyone, wasn’t it?
Before I was settled back into a private school, I had stayed in a public school for approximately a year. I was only a wee five year old, trying to make my way through the cruelty those fucking kids put me through. You would think they would treat me like a God since I had the money. Well you’re all dead wrong. If you can imagine the shame and guilt on my face then, you’d have no idea the trauma I had to face for the mistake of my father.
Apparently he had been caught in a stupid affair with his mistress and the press was all over it like bees to honey. My mother wasn’t so surprised and she was even more pissed because of the trouble I had to go through. I remember her whispers as she held me and repeatedly told me that she had everything taken care of. She said she and I would be staying somewhere low for the time being while my father and the company dealt with the press.
“Go away, get on! What are you still doing here?”
“Go back to your money place, stupid.”
“Your daddy’s a bad guy so you’re bad too.”
“Hurry! Take his shoes!”
“Grab his clothes!”
“Hurry up! I can hear them coming! Go, go, go!”
I didn’t want to hear them anymore. I was never used to this kind of treatment. Questions of ‘Why they so mean to me?’ ‘What did Appa do that was so bad for them to treat me like this?’ was running endlessly through my mind. I would understand that now, but back then, how the hell was a five year old going to explain the details to a bunch of other judgmental five year olds?
I felt myself being pushed from behind and my hands automatically fly in front of me to stop my face from making a head on collision into the floor. I feel a hand grasp my hair from the back of my head and the next thing I knew, I saw nothing but dirt. The slightly damp muddiness of the soil was itching its way into my eyes, nose and mouth as I struggle to breathe.
“Eeeew! You’re so girlyy! Yuuccky!”
Giggles rung into my ears and I felt another pair of hands grabbing and tugging fiercely at my hair followed by another pair, and another. Suddenly I felt a rush of cool air and a mix of heat hit my rear as my pants were pulled down.
“Eew he’s not a girl! He has a pee pee!”
“Aah gross, gross, grooosss!”
“My momma says boys that look like girls are sick…in the head…or something.”
“Really?!”
“I saw him kissing Soohyun yesterday, eeew!”
All this time I had been trying to breathe, only resulting in me literally eating the dirt staining my teeth. The hands at the back of my head refused to pull my head up, only occasionally when they wanted to kick more dirt into my eyes and ears. I would’ve fought back and pushed them away if I could, but five to six kids against one was certainly not fair.
“Hey! What are you guys doing?!”
Then, just like magic, everyone froze. My face was jerked up from the ground and I wished I could turn my head and see what everyone was so shocked about. The grips in my hair loosened a bit but it was still nowhere near comfortable.
“Yunho!”
“What are you doing to the new kid?! Put him down!” The said boy quickly ran towards us and almost immediately, I was dropped back to the ground; the hot heat from the sun was seriously beginning to burn my ass. Even as a five year old kid, I was still dying from the humiliation. All parents taught their kids to never show certain parts of their body.
“Leave him alone!”
“W-We didn’t - ” The boys started to back up as a couple of squealing girls tried to advance towards Yunho - as if they had switched sides as if they had nothing to do with it. Stupid. They were the ones that pushed me.
“I saw you guys standing there. Why didn’t you stop them or say anything?” Yunho asked the girls, as they started to slink away in guilt.
“Why are you helping him anyway, Yunho?” One of the boys asked, raising a fist before pointing an accusing finger at me. I hadn’t moved from my spot. Seeing as how everyone seeing my ass crack was much better than the stuff in front, if you get what I mean.
“I don’t care! Get out!”
I see the Yunho boy look at me and I immediately look away out of embarrassment. To be saved in such a situation was humiliating. I could’ve handled them. Yeah, right.
“I’m sorry they did that to you,” He said in a softer voice compared to tone he used minutes ago.
I saw his hands reach out to help me, but almost out of reflex, I slap them away. I turn around, resulting in giving him a grand view of my little junior before a squeak and turn around in attempt to cover my front while he had a view of the back. Aish! I immediately fumble and struggle with pulling my pants back up. I hear little soft snorts and I already know that he’s trying his best to hold in his laughter. I shoot a glare at him and he raises his arms up in surrender. He looks up at me with a friendly smile that implied that he meant no harm.
“T-Thanks,” I ended up muttering, slightly turning away. I was never used to thanking anyone else other than my mother and certain people of the higher class. I guess instinct taught me to be appreciative when someone saves me?
I feel something soft suddenly dabbing and wiping the dirt off my face and I realize that Yunho was…cleaning me?! No! Only my umma gets to do that! Backing up 3 feet away, I immediately ended up shouting at him.
“What are you doing?!” I squeak, eyebrows furrowing.
“Eh? Your face is dirty. You don’t wanna walk around with your face like that, do you?” He tilted his head adorably to the side, and before I know it, he’s back to cleaning the crap off my face.
After that, Yunho had always been around, saving my poor ass from my classmates. I had no idea he was in my class. He told me he heard some of the kids talking about me and I guess he was worried so he started following me around. I suppose he decided to jump in at the time I was suddenly ambushed.
For five months, it was pure bliss. We were inseparable and I didn’t think I could be any happier. His family wasn’t rich but I’ve realized that it didn’t make a difference. It didn’t make him a bad friend, it didn’t make him a bad person, nor did it make him any different from my classmates back at my private school. As a matter of fact, he was even better. He was the first person that I truly felt content with.
It seemed like everything was in place, except for the fact that he suddenly had to move after five months. Where? I had no idea. I remember questioning him about it, and he only shook his head and shrugged. Normally, I was used to having everything I wanted. But I remember that day, almost too clearly.
”Why do you have to go?!” I half screamed, holding onto his shirt in a vice grip. “Why can’t your parents let you stay?”
Yunho only shook his head.
“Appa says that he has to work somewhere else…”
“Where?!” I ask, pushing myself towards him as I hugged him to me. I didn’t want him to leave. If he left, what would become of me? My classmates would bully me again and I wouldn’t have anybody to hold me and tell me that everything would be ok. “I don’t wanna be alone, I don’t wanna be alone! I don’t wanna be alone! Don’t go, Yunnie, please, please, please!” At that moment, I wasn’t aware that I was squeezing the breath out of him.
“Calm down!” He whispered hoarsely, clutching me tightly against him. He was so warm. I already planned our future and this was not part of it. We were supposed to finish elementary school together, tackle middle school together, finish strong throughout high school, graduate and find a nice apartment to live together while we head off to college together. The images of what would happen after Yunho’s departure terrified me to no end and I found myself having an anxiety attack.
When I woke up in the hospital, I saw my mother sitting beside me, telling me a boy was in here earlier. Yunho ended up writing me a letter with his kiddy handwriting with a pair of cross shaped earrings. I remember after a woozy moment of shooting up too quickly, and yanking the small envelope out of her hands. I hastily ripped the fold of the mail and scrambled to read the note. I would’ve expected him to write me an essay but instead, I get a short message and a pair of earrings when I didn’t even have any holes in my ears?!
Umma said I should give these to my special person….
It was my umma’s.
I want you to wear it!
Er…When you get your ears pierced, I mean…
…you’ll wear them, right?
Please? I know you’ll look really pretty in them!
I’ll come back.
We’ll be together again, OK?
Don’t worry; I know where to look for you!
Don’t lose the earrings!
Because I won’t be able to find you no more!
…please don’t be mad, Joongie…
I read the letter with a dash of my perplexed expression. Yunho had always been ten times smarter than me. Everyone knew he was the teacher’s pet for being a loyal genius. I loved how he always dumb-ed down his sentences for me. It kinda made me feel like I was holding him back though…
His mother said to give these earrings to his Special person?
“Umma,” I ask softly, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “What’s…this word mean?” I pointed at the word as I showed my mother the piece of paper.
“Special?” She asks with an amused expression on her face. She smiles warmly and scoots her seat closer to the bed. “It’s a good meaning, sweetie. He likes you the most. You’re his favorite person.”
I blink at her curiously, and a couple of seconds later, I felt a gush of happiness fill my heart and stain my cheeks. So…I’m his favorite. He likes me…the most. I look down at the letter and smile sheepishly to myself. Thank you, my Yunnie bear. You’re my favorite person too.
“Ah!” That reminds me. I look at the word pierced. I stare at the letters of the word for the longest time. What the heck does that mean? My ears? I know what earrings are…and I’ve seen Umma wear them before too. But…you need to have holes in your ears to wear these.
…
EEEEEEEEEH?!
I needed to make sure it’s what I think it means. There…there must be a way that people can have holes in their ears without the use of needles right?! Nobody needs sharp objects in the world!
“Umma! What about this word?!”
“Hmm?” She takes a glance at the word I pointed at, and I don’t remember much of her reaction, but I do remember her looking like a gasping fish on dry land.
The hell? What on earth was she thinking? Well that was quite perverted of her. The hell is a five year old kid gonna do with that vocabulary in his mind? It wasn’t like I was going to get kinky and run off and pierce my nipple dick.
Pabo. He knew I was a needle phobic, but I did it for him anyway. Actually, I have a bit too many than I’ve originally planned. I originally summoned all the courage in the word just to get a pair. Well anyway, I’m getting sidetracked here…
That was the last time I ever heard from him. I couldn’t say I was angry at him. I asked my mother if she could call his parents for his address, so I could write to him. At that time, Umma probably thought I was a stupid little kid because she agreed to it too easily. Figures. Trust a grown adult to be responsible. She kept all the letters I’ve ever written to him. I should know because I eventually found them years later while shuffling through her room for my v-neck sweater. I brought them up to show her and her only excuse was I love you baby.
Pout.
After he left, the next six months were fucking hell. With Yunho gone, I was practically cornered every chance those boys could get. I dreaded every break and I was terrified to be alone. There were times where I terrorized my room in frustration, thinking about ways of how I can get back at the son of a bitch for leaving me with a fucking letter and a woman’s hand me down earrings. There was a point where I even crushed the earrings within my little palm, in an attempt to crush it imagining it was Yunho, but in the end it never broke.
The only thing I have left from him is his mother’s earrings and a lanyard bracelet he made me during art. It was a very cute attempt of weaving an image of Hamtaro. I suppose even a genius wasn’t always great at everything. Heh.
“Hyung!”
What’s that?
Ah. Kibum is shaking me.
Damn. How long have I crawled around memory lane?
“What?”
“You’ve been daydreaming for quite a while now. I felt as if I was talking to myself. You still do that? You know, one day it’s gonna turn on ya and people are gonna start thinking of you as a rude person,” He lectured. Oh, if he had seen how I was at school.
“For the record,” I said, tapping his shoulder with my finger. “I can’t get bitchier than bitchy. Catch my drift?”
“HUH?”
“You’ll see. Come over to my room after you guys are done showering. I’ve got a lot more to tell you. Plus, I don’t want you two going all ballistic and lecture-y on me on school grounds. My reputation can only take so much damage.”
We suddenly hear the garage opening and soon after, an engine is heard pulling into the grand garage. I look up and hurry over to the window and grip the satin curtain as a jerk one side aside. My eyes widen in surprise as I see Umma’s chauffer opening the door for her. As soon as I saw a leg step out and her stilettos hit the floor, I sprung into action. Quickly rushing past, a very confused, Kibum and flew upstairs towards my room.
“Heh?! Yah, hyung! Where are you going?!”
“Jaejoongieee, I’m hoooooooome!” Mrs. Kim called out, half trotting excitedly into the room. Kibum had barely started to move a muscle when she stepped in and both beings froze at the sight of each other.
………
“AHH KIBUMMIEEEEEE ♥!!!!!”
HYUNG I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“Yah! Yunho!”
“What?” I reply rather nonchalantly as I glance over at my cousin, who half trips over one of my huge duffels. I see him gripping nearby furniture before his face meets the floor. Haha.
“I love you and all, but seriously! How many times have I told you to put your shit away?!” Yoochun yelled, enraged, kicking my things out of the way. “I know I told you to make yourself at home but fuck! Don’t take advantage of it like this!”
His Koreglish (Korean/English) amuses me to no end; especially when he curses in English.
Ah. I had forgotten to pack all of my things. My mom is remodeling our home so in the meantime I’m staying over at Yoochun’s. It has been awhile since we’ve been back there. My parents and I left for America twelve years ago. We kept this house available for renting and since my father’s business sent him back here, we’re finally back, and I haven’t forgotten about the promise I promised him those many years ago.
Jaejoong…where are you now?
Our parting wasn’t what he deserved and I don’t blame him if he hated my guts right now. No, he must've forgotten me. Who would want to remember someone who practically chucked them to the sharks? I probably wouldn’t even remember myself from twelve years ago. But this is the very city that I’ve met him in. Naturally he should still be here or…nearby, I hope…I hope he didn’t chuck the earrings. I wouldn’t know how the fuck I’d be able to find him. I just have to hope that he still looks like he did back then. Some kids don’t even grow to look like themselves (if that made any sense at all).
Today when I walked into the classroom, when I saw that kid, who’s name is coincidentally Jaejoong as well, I could have sworn for a moment I thought that he was my Joongie. But I tensed almost immediately because his aura was completely different. This Jaejoong reeked of insecurity and lack of emotion. I could see the coldness in his eyes and an unfriendly fellow vibe at that. My Jaejoongie smiled with his eyes. Even behind his shy exterior, nothing ever stopped him from lighting up (when I was around).
During break, I’ve learned all there was to that guy. Naturally, I’m not one to believe in rumors without any sort of evidence but I believe I had all the evidence I needed. The video footages taken by a couple of students and his cronies crack like an egg. I didn’t even need to lift a finger when it came to persuading them. He trusts these loyal bimbos in doing his dirty work? I can probably dig up more dirt if I wanted to. I should’ve and I’m going to. I don’t even know why Yoochun is dating someone like him. Why he hadn’t dumped Yoochun yet is beyond me, but my cousin is going to suffer heartbreak either way, and I can’t have any of that.
I don’t think it’ll be much of a problem getting him to dump Yoochun for me. I’m sorry, Yoochun, but I’m doing this for your own good. I really hate having to succumb into doing this shit, but there are times when the school is in a need of justice, they ought to get what they deserve right? These students don’t do shit and Jaejoong punishes them because of what? For staining his oh so expensive shirt with hot pepper paste? Do rich people not know the existence of laundry machines?! God dam nit! Why does this bitch have the share the same name as my Joongie?!
This must be a sign of my stupidness. This is God’s way of telling me that I fucked up, right? I don’t know what he had gone through while I was gone. No doubt those kids have probably started bullying him once I left. I really shouldn’t have left him…but what could a five year old have done?
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“Wow, the schools really haven’t changed, eh?” Junsu asked, looking around excitedly as I was dragged around, passing lockers and classrooms.
Kibum had some business with my mom in regards to switching classes to Junsu and my class. Kibum hasn’t spoken a word to me this morning. I wonder why.
“Hyung, you’re zoning out on me again!” Junsu tugged me forward to a stop. “You’re supposed to be guiding me around the school, aren’t you?”
“Well, at the rate you’re going, we’re just gonna end up going around circles around here,” I sighed, shrugging him off. I kept on trying to tell myself not to let my cousin’s treat me as if I listen to them because in these people’s eyes, I don’t take orders from anyone. “Junsu, what did I tell you about keeping it down,” I hissed in his ear, shifting my eyes back and forth. Great. Some people are staring.
“I’m sorry,” He sighed defeated. “Fine, could you guide us to our classroom please?”
“Come on.”
We ended up to the classroom, and as expected, everyone was silent for a moment. I’m assuming it’s them probably thinking that I’m with a new fling. Junsu chuckles nervously and waved once. I could tell he was being shy, not used to standing in front of the class with people eyeballing him. I know my cousin is cute but sheesh. Lay off if you know what’s good for you, people.
“This is my cousin, Kim Junsu. Please treat him well with respect as you would me.”
I can see Junsu shooting me a half glare and I assume it’s the whole me sounding conceited thing. He doesn’t have a thing for those kinds of people and I guess he classifies me as one now. He reminds me of Yoochun with his little I’m going to change you! speeches. Why can’t they just accept the fact and move on?
I immediately see Yoochun waving at me from beside Yunho and I the sight of Yunho kind of just ruined my morning. Why does he have to be in my class and couldn’t he just change his blasted name? I let out a little weary sigh before smirking at Yoochun as I made my way into my seat.
“Hey babe. Ah, so this is one of your cousins?” He asks, standing up in respect to meeting a new face. “Hi Junsu, Park Yoochun at your service! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me anytime! Ah yeah, this is my cousin, Jung Yunho.” Yoochun looked at Yunho expectantly, waiting for the boy to get up and acknowledge the new student.
“Oh, sorry. Hello. It’s a pleasure,” Yunho stands up, putting out his hand for Junsu to shake. “I’m pretty new here as well, but I’ll try to help with the best of my abilities.”
Oh, so he’s nice to the new kid. I’ll bet if I spread a bunch of nasty rumors about Junsu, he’ll start treating Junsu differently too. I mentally roll my eyes. I don’t like the guy, period. He doesn’t piss me off to that extent but…if he presses certain buttons, I don’t think I can shed too much mercy on him. Connection with Yoochun can only get him so far. It’s strange though. This morning, right when I walked into the classroom, my radar picked up nothing of the sort. No hateful glares, no cold stares nor is there any anti-Jaejoong aura. In fact, he was like any other kid minding his own damn business! Just what does he have up his sleeve?
“Thank you guys so much.”
Junsu’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts as he replied with a sheepish smile as he shakes the boys’ hands with both hands.
“I’m most likely going to be asking quite a lot of questions. I’m sorry for being so troublesome…”
“Nonsense! Jaejoong’s family is our family, right Yunho?” He asked, giving Yunho a nudge. I raise an eyebrow at his unusual behavior. Okay, now his staring is seriously starting to pinch at my nerves. Just what the hell is up with him today?! I’m going to have a talk with those girls. I still don’t know how much they’ve told him. I intend on finding out during the first break.
“I’m lucky to have such kind classmates. It’s been two years since I’ve been here. It’s good to be back,” Junsu laughed adorably, and for once, I wanted to tell him to shut up and let me think.
I’ve been so much in thought that I didn’t notice that Yunho and I were pretty much in our own worlds - being the silent ones while Junsu and Yoochun started chatting like they were old buddies that go way back. I suddenly feel kind of annoyed at the fact that my cousin and boyfriend are suddenly bonding as if I’m not needed. I caught on with the awkward situation, not knowing what else to do, I was about to set down my bag onto my table and take a seat when Yunho suddenly spoke up.
“Jaejoong, may I have a word with you?”
I pause for a moment, seriously wondering for a split second if he was talking to some other Jaejoong in the classroom. In an attempt to act uncaring, I slowly turn my head towards his direction, letting a few seconds pass before deciding not to respond. I watched him for a few more seconds, waiting for him to elaborate more on what he wanted to tell me.
“If you wouldn’t mind stepping outside of the classroom,” He said, the right corner of his lip twitched. Ooh, he’s annoyed with me. Hah. Good stuff.
“What is there to say in private that you can’t say to me here?” I ask, raising and eyebrow as I remove the bag from my shoulder, placing it on my table.
“Alright. First of all, your fly is down, and I can see the color of your boxer briefs.”
I look down.
Damn it, I want his head on a platter.
“Second, I mean no harm. I just want to talk. I’ll be waiting outside.” With that said, Yunho stuffed his hands into his pockets before walking towards the sliding door, pushing it aside and stepping out (not before letting a couple of giggling girls come in first). Wait, isn't that chick the one that was masturbating behind him in class yesterday?
Somehow that irked me, but…
what would he possibly want with me?
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Chapter(s): 2/xx
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: romance
Rating: PG-13 - R
Warning(s): language (for now)
Pairing/Characters: Yunjae, Yoosu, Jaechun, Kimin.
Disclaimer: I am not their mother :\
Synopsis: Payback is a bitch but no matter what, in the end, karma bites everyone in the ass.
Comment(s): (I) In some scenes, italics are dialogues said in English. Besides the flashbacks because those are in italics as well. (II) I should be studying for my tests next week but I figured taking a break for one day wouldn’t hurt. At least I hope it doesn’t. Enjoy, lovelies.
2
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“Huuuh? So that’s what’s been goin’ down since we’ve been gone?!” Kibum asked in shock, his eyes as wide as saucers as he stared at Jaejoong in disbelief.
“It’s not like I cause them serious harm like death or something.” I rolled my eyes, placing the last of the washed dishes into one of the cabinets.
“I forbid you to put anyone through that sort of pain!” Kibum pouted.
“The last time I checked, you’re staying under my roof and your status isn’t that above mine at school.”
“Hyung, what’s become of you?” Kibum asked; his expression softening as he wrapped an arm around his cousin. “The Jaejoong hyung I left behind wasn’t all catty and bitchy like this.” Cue, Kibum pout.
“I have. I’ve just toughened up a bit, I guess…”
I don’t know why Kibum was interrogating me all of a sudden. As if he hadn’t done enough of that last night? I haven’t changed that much, have I? I’m only doing what’s best for me. Is it seriously a crime for protecting myself? People aren’t going to respect you unless you speak up and stand up for yourself. I figured it was common sense to anyone, wasn’t it?
Before I was settled back into a private school, I had stayed in a public school for approximately a year. I was only a wee five year old, trying to make my way through the cruelty those fucking kids put me through. You would think they would treat me like a God since I had the money. Well you’re all dead wrong. If you can imagine the shame and guilt on my face then, you’d have no idea the trauma I had to face for the mistake of my father.
Apparently he had been caught in a stupid affair with his mistress and the press was all over it like bees to honey. My mother wasn’t so surprised and she was even more pissed because of the trouble I had to go through. I remember her whispers as she held me and repeatedly told me that she had everything taken care of. She said she and I would be staying somewhere low for the time being while my father and the company dealt with the press.
“Go away, get on! What are you still doing here?”
“Go back to your money place, stupid.”
“Your daddy’s a bad guy so you’re bad too.”
“Hurry! Take his shoes!”
“Grab his clothes!”
“Hurry up! I can hear them coming! Go, go, go!”
I didn’t want to hear them anymore. I was never used to this kind of treatment. Questions of ‘Why they so mean to me?’ ‘What did Appa do that was so bad for them to treat me like this?’ was running endlessly through my mind. I would understand that now, but back then, how the hell was a five year old going to explain the details to a bunch of other judgmental five year olds?
I felt myself being pushed from behind and my hands automatically fly in front of me to stop my face from making a head on collision into the floor. I feel a hand grasp my hair from the back of my head and the next thing I knew, I saw nothing but dirt. The slightly damp muddiness of the soil was itching its way into my eyes, nose and mouth as I struggle to breathe.
“Eeeew! You’re so girlyy! Yuuccky!”
Giggles rung into my ears and I felt another pair of hands grabbing and tugging fiercely at my hair followed by another pair, and another. Suddenly I felt a rush of cool air and a mix of heat hit my rear as my pants were pulled down.
“Eew he’s not a girl! He has a pee pee!”
“Aah gross, gross, grooosss!”
“My momma says boys that look like girls are sick…in the head…or something.”
“Really?!”
“I saw him kissing Soohyun yesterday, eeew!”
All this time I had been trying to breathe, only resulting in me literally eating the dirt staining my teeth. The hands at the back of my head refused to pull my head up, only occasionally when they wanted to kick more dirt into my eyes and ears. I would’ve fought back and pushed them away if I could, but five to six kids against one was certainly not fair.
“Hey! What are you guys doing?!”
Then, just like magic, everyone froze. My face was jerked up from the ground and I wished I could turn my head and see what everyone was so shocked about. The grips in my hair loosened a bit but it was still nowhere near comfortable.
“Yunho!”
“What are you doing to the new kid?! Put him down!” The said boy quickly ran towards us and almost immediately, I was dropped back to the ground; the hot heat from the sun was seriously beginning to burn my ass. Even as a five year old kid, I was still dying from the humiliation. All parents taught their kids to never show certain parts of their body.
“Leave him alone!”
“W-We didn’t - ” The boys started to back up as a couple of squealing girls tried to advance towards Yunho - as if they had switched sides as if they had nothing to do with it. Stupid. They were the ones that pushed me.
“I saw you guys standing there. Why didn’t you stop them or say anything?” Yunho asked the girls, as they started to slink away in guilt.
“Why are you helping him anyway, Yunho?” One of the boys asked, raising a fist before pointing an accusing finger at me. I hadn’t moved from my spot. Seeing as how everyone seeing my ass crack was much better than the stuff in front, if you get what I mean.
“I don’t care! Get out!”
I see the Yunho boy look at me and I immediately look away out of embarrassment. To be saved in such a situation was humiliating. I could’ve handled them. Yeah, right.
“I’m sorry they did that to you,” He said in a softer voice compared to tone he used minutes ago.
I saw his hands reach out to help me, but almost out of reflex, I slap them away. I turn around, resulting in giving him a grand view of my little junior before a squeak and turn around in attempt to cover my front while he had a view of the back. Aish! I immediately fumble and struggle with pulling my pants back up. I hear little soft snorts and I already know that he’s trying his best to hold in his laughter. I shoot a glare at him and he raises his arms up in surrender. He looks up at me with a friendly smile that implied that he meant no harm.
“T-Thanks,” I ended up muttering, slightly turning away. I was never used to thanking anyone else other than my mother and certain people of the higher class. I guess instinct taught me to be appreciative when someone saves me?
I feel something soft suddenly dabbing and wiping the dirt off my face and I realize that Yunho was…cleaning me?! No! Only my umma gets to do that! Backing up 3 feet away, I immediately ended up shouting at him.
“What are you doing?!” I squeak, eyebrows furrowing.
“Eh? Your face is dirty. You don’t wanna walk around with your face like that, do you?” He tilted his head adorably to the side, and before I know it, he’s back to cleaning the crap off my face.
After that, Yunho had always been around, saving my poor ass from my classmates. I had no idea he was in my class. He told me he heard some of the kids talking about me and I guess he was worried so he started following me around. I suppose he decided to jump in at the time I was suddenly ambushed.
For five months, it was pure bliss. We were inseparable and I didn’t think I could be any happier. His family wasn’t rich but I’ve realized that it didn’t make a difference. It didn’t make him a bad friend, it didn’t make him a bad person, nor did it make him any different from my classmates back at my private school. As a matter of fact, he was even better. He was the first person that I truly felt content with.
It seemed like everything was in place, except for the fact that he suddenly had to move after five months. Where? I had no idea. I remember questioning him about it, and he only shook his head and shrugged. Normally, I was used to having everything I wanted. But I remember that day, almost too clearly.
”Why do you have to go?!” I half screamed, holding onto his shirt in a vice grip. “Why can’t your parents let you stay?”
Yunho only shook his head.
“Appa says that he has to work somewhere else…”
“Where?!” I ask, pushing myself towards him as I hugged him to me. I didn’t want him to leave. If he left, what would become of me? My classmates would bully me again and I wouldn’t have anybody to hold me and tell me that everything would be ok. “I don’t wanna be alone, I don’t wanna be alone! I don’t wanna be alone! Don’t go, Yunnie, please, please, please!” At that moment, I wasn’t aware that I was squeezing the breath out of him.
“Calm down!” He whispered hoarsely, clutching me tightly against him. He was so warm. I already planned our future and this was not part of it. We were supposed to finish elementary school together, tackle middle school together, finish strong throughout high school, graduate and find a nice apartment to live together while we head off to college together. The images of what would happen after Yunho’s departure terrified me to no end and I found myself having an anxiety attack.
When I woke up in the hospital, I saw my mother sitting beside me, telling me a boy was in here earlier. Yunho ended up writing me a letter with his kiddy handwriting with a pair of cross shaped earrings. I remember after a woozy moment of shooting up too quickly, and yanking the small envelope out of her hands. I hastily ripped the fold of the mail and scrambled to read the note. I would’ve expected him to write me an essay but instead, I get a short message and a pair of earrings when I didn’t even have any holes in my ears?!
Umma said I should give these to my special person….
It was my umma’s.
I want you to wear it!
Er…When you get your ears pierced, I mean…
…you’ll wear them, right?
Please? I know you’ll look really pretty in them!
I’ll come back.
We’ll be together again, OK?
Don’t worry; I know where to look for you!
Don’t lose the earrings!
Because I won’t be able to find you no more!
…please don’t be mad, Joongie…
I read the letter with a dash of my perplexed expression. Yunho had always been ten times smarter than me. Everyone knew he was the teacher’s pet for being a loyal genius. I loved how he always dumb-ed down his sentences for me. It kinda made me feel like I was holding him back though…
His mother said to give these earrings to his Special person?
“Umma,” I ask softly, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “What’s…this word mean?” I pointed at the word as I showed my mother the piece of paper.
“Special?” She asks with an amused expression on her face. She smiles warmly and scoots her seat closer to the bed. “It’s a good meaning, sweetie. He likes you the most. You’re his favorite person.”
I blink at her curiously, and a couple of seconds later, I felt a gush of happiness fill my heart and stain my cheeks. So…I’m his favorite. He likes me…the most. I look down at the letter and smile sheepishly to myself. Thank you, my Yunnie bear. You’re my favorite person too.
“Ah!” That reminds me. I look at the word pierced. I stare at the letters of the word for the longest time. What the heck does that mean? My ears? I know what earrings are…and I’ve seen Umma wear them before too. But…you need to have holes in your ears to wear these.
…
EEEEEEEEEH?!
I needed to make sure it’s what I think it means. There…there must be a way that people can have holes in their ears without the use of needles right?! Nobody needs sharp objects in the world!
“Umma! What about this word?!”
“Hmm?” She takes a glance at the word I pointed at, and I don’t remember much of her reaction, but I do remember her looking like a gasping fish on dry land.
The hell? What on earth was she thinking? Well that was quite perverted of her. The hell is a five year old kid gonna do with that vocabulary in his mind? It wasn’t like I was going to get kinky and run off and pierce my nipple dick.
Pabo. He knew I was a needle phobic, but I did it for him anyway. Actually, I have a bit too many than I’ve originally planned. I originally summoned all the courage in the word just to get a pair. Well anyway, I’m getting sidetracked here…
That was the last time I ever heard from him. I couldn’t say I was angry at him. I asked my mother if she could call his parents for his address, so I could write to him. At that time, Umma probably thought I was a stupid little kid because she agreed to it too easily. Figures. Trust a grown adult to be responsible. She kept all the letters I’ve ever written to him. I should know because I eventually found them years later while shuffling through her room for my v-neck sweater. I brought them up to show her and her only excuse was I love you baby.
Pout.
After he left, the next six months were fucking hell. With Yunho gone, I was practically cornered every chance those boys could get. I dreaded every break and I was terrified to be alone. There were times where I terrorized my room in frustration, thinking about ways of how I can get back at the son of a bitch for leaving me with a fucking letter and a woman’s hand me down earrings. There was a point where I even crushed the earrings within my little palm, in an attempt to crush it imagining it was Yunho, but in the end it never broke.
The only thing I have left from him is his mother’s earrings and a lanyard bracelet he made me during art. It was a very cute attempt of weaving an image of Hamtaro. I suppose even a genius wasn’t always great at everything. Heh.
“Hyung!”
What’s that?
Ah. Kibum is shaking me.
Damn. How long have I crawled around memory lane?
“What?”
“You’ve been daydreaming for quite a while now. I felt as if I was talking to myself. You still do that? You know, one day it’s gonna turn on ya and people are gonna start thinking of you as a rude person,” He lectured. Oh, if he had seen how I was at school.
“For the record,” I said, tapping his shoulder with my finger. “I can’t get bitchier than bitchy. Catch my drift?”
“HUH?”
“You’ll see. Come over to my room after you guys are done showering. I’ve got a lot more to tell you. Plus, I don’t want you two going all ballistic and lecture-y on me on school grounds. My reputation can only take so much damage.”
We suddenly hear the garage opening and soon after, an engine is heard pulling into the grand garage. I look up and hurry over to the window and grip the satin curtain as a jerk one side aside. My eyes widen in surprise as I see Umma’s chauffer opening the door for her. As soon as I saw a leg step out and her stilettos hit the floor, I sprung into action. Quickly rushing past, a very confused, Kibum and flew upstairs towards my room.
“Heh?! Yah, hyung! Where are you going?!”
“Jaejoongieee, I’m hoooooooome!” Mrs. Kim called out, half trotting excitedly into the room. Kibum had barely started to move a muscle when she stepped in and both beings froze at the sight of each other.
………
“AHH KIBUMMIEEEEEE ♥!!!!!”
HYUNG I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“Yah! Yunho!”
“What?” I reply rather nonchalantly as I glance over at my cousin, who half trips over one of my huge duffels. I see him gripping nearby furniture before his face meets the floor. Haha.
“I love you and all, but seriously! How many times have I told you to put your shit away?!” Yoochun yelled, enraged, kicking my things out of the way. “I know I told you to make yourself at home but fuck! Don’t take advantage of it like this!”
His Koreglish (Korean/English) amuses me to no end; especially when he curses in English.
Ah. I had forgotten to pack all of my things. My mom is remodeling our home so in the meantime I’m staying over at Yoochun’s. It has been awhile since we’ve been back there. My parents and I left for America twelve years ago. We kept this house available for renting and since my father’s business sent him back here, we’re finally back, and I haven’t forgotten about the promise I promised him those many years ago.
Jaejoong…where are you now?
Our parting wasn’t what he deserved and I don’t blame him if he hated my guts right now. No, he must've forgotten me. Who would want to remember someone who practically chucked them to the sharks? I probably wouldn’t even remember myself from twelve years ago. But this is the very city that I’ve met him in. Naturally he should still be here or…nearby, I hope…I hope he didn’t chuck the earrings. I wouldn’t know how the fuck I’d be able to find him. I just have to hope that he still looks like he did back then. Some kids don’t even grow to look like themselves (if that made any sense at all).
Today when I walked into the classroom, when I saw that kid, who’s name is coincidentally Jaejoong as well, I could have sworn for a moment I thought that he was my Joongie. But I tensed almost immediately because his aura was completely different. This Jaejoong reeked of insecurity and lack of emotion. I could see the coldness in his eyes and an unfriendly fellow vibe at that. My Jaejoongie smiled with his eyes. Even behind his shy exterior, nothing ever stopped him from lighting up (when I was around).
During break, I’ve learned all there was to that guy. Naturally, I’m not one to believe in rumors without any sort of evidence but I believe I had all the evidence I needed. The video footages taken by a couple of students and his cronies crack like an egg. I didn’t even need to lift a finger when it came to persuading them. He trusts these loyal bimbos in doing his dirty work? I can probably dig up more dirt if I wanted to. I should’ve and I’m going to. I don’t even know why Yoochun is dating someone like him. Why he hadn’t dumped Yoochun yet is beyond me, but my cousin is going to suffer heartbreak either way, and I can’t have any of that.
I don’t think it’ll be much of a problem getting him to dump Yoochun for me. I’m sorry, Yoochun, but I’m doing this for your own good. I really hate having to succumb into doing this shit, but there are times when the school is in a need of justice, they ought to get what they deserve right? These students don’t do shit and Jaejoong punishes them because of what? For staining his oh so expensive shirt with hot pepper paste? Do rich people not know the existence of laundry machines?! God dam nit! Why does this bitch have the share the same name as my Joongie?!
This must be a sign of my stupidness. This is God’s way of telling me that I fucked up, right? I don’t know what he had gone through while I was gone. No doubt those kids have probably started bullying him once I left. I really shouldn’t have left him…but what could a five year old have done?
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“Wow, the schools really haven’t changed, eh?” Junsu asked, looking around excitedly as I was dragged around, passing lockers and classrooms.
Kibum had some business with my mom in regards to switching classes to Junsu and my class. Kibum hasn’t spoken a word to me this morning. I wonder why.
“Hyung, you’re zoning out on me again!” Junsu tugged me forward to a stop. “You’re supposed to be guiding me around the school, aren’t you?”
“Well, at the rate you’re going, we’re just gonna end up going around circles around here,” I sighed, shrugging him off. I kept on trying to tell myself not to let my cousin’s treat me as if I listen to them because in these people’s eyes, I don’t take orders from anyone. “Junsu, what did I tell you about keeping it down,” I hissed in his ear, shifting my eyes back and forth. Great. Some people are staring.
“I’m sorry,” He sighed defeated. “Fine, could you guide us to our classroom please?”
“Come on.”
We ended up to the classroom, and as expected, everyone was silent for a moment. I’m assuming it’s them probably thinking that I’m with a new fling. Junsu chuckles nervously and waved once. I could tell he was being shy, not used to standing in front of the class with people eyeballing him. I know my cousin is cute but sheesh. Lay off if you know what’s good for you, people.
“This is my cousin, Kim Junsu. Please treat him well with respect as you would me.”
I can see Junsu shooting me a half glare and I assume it’s the whole me sounding conceited thing. He doesn’t have a thing for those kinds of people and I guess he classifies me as one now. He reminds me of Yoochun with his little I’m going to change you! speeches. Why can’t they just accept the fact and move on?
I immediately see Yoochun waving at me from beside Yunho and I the sight of Yunho kind of just ruined my morning. Why does he have to be in my class and couldn’t he just change his blasted name? I let out a little weary sigh before smirking at Yoochun as I made my way into my seat.
“Hey babe. Ah, so this is one of your cousins?” He asks, standing up in respect to meeting a new face. “Hi Junsu, Park Yoochun at your service! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me anytime! Ah yeah, this is my cousin, Jung Yunho.” Yoochun looked at Yunho expectantly, waiting for the boy to get up and acknowledge the new student.
“Oh, sorry. Hello. It’s a pleasure,” Yunho stands up, putting out his hand for Junsu to shake. “I’m pretty new here as well, but I’ll try to help with the best of my abilities.”
Oh, so he’s nice to the new kid. I’ll bet if I spread a bunch of nasty rumors about Junsu, he’ll start treating Junsu differently too. I mentally roll my eyes. I don’t like the guy, period. He doesn’t piss me off to that extent but…if he presses certain buttons, I don’t think I can shed too much mercy on him. Connection with Yoochun can only get him so far. It’s strange though. This morning, right when I walked into the classroom, my radar picked up nothing of the sort. No hateful glares, no cold stares nor is there any anti-Jaejoong aura. In fact, he was like any other kid minding his own damn business! Just what does he have up his sleeve?
“Thank you guys so much.”
Junsu’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts as he replied with a sheepish smile as he shakes the boys’ hands with both hands.
“I’m most likely going to be asking quite a lot of questions. I’m sorry for being so troublesome…”
“Nonsense! Jaejoong’s family is our family, right Yunho?” He asked, giving Yunho a nudge. I raise an eyebrow at his unusual behavior. Okay, now his staring is seriously starting to pinch at my nerves. Just what the hell is up with him today?! I’m going to have a talk with those girls. I still don’t know how much they’ve told him. I intend on finding out during the first break.
“I’m lucky to have such kind classmates. It’s been two years since I’ve been here. It’s good to be back,” Junsu laughed adorably, and for once, I wanted to tell him to shut up and let me think.
I’ve been so much in thought that I didn’t notice that Yunho and I were pretty much in our own worlds - being the silent ones while Junsu and Yoochun started chatting like they were old buddies that go way back. I suddenly feel kind of annoyed at the fact that my cousin and boyfriend are suddenly bonding as if I’m not needed. I caught on with the awkward situation, not knowing what else to do, I was about to set down my bag onto my table and take a seat when Yunho suddenly spoke up.
“Jaejoong, may I have a word with you?”
I pause for a moment, seriously wondering for a split second if he was talking to some other Jaejoong in the classroom. In an attempt to act uncaring, I slowly turn my head towards his direction, letting a few seconds pass before deciding not to respond. I watched him for a few more seconds, waiting for him to elaborate more on what he wanted to tell me.
“If you wouldn’t mind stepping outside of the classroom,” He said, the right corner of his lip twitched. Ooh, he’s annoyed with me. Hah. Good stuff.
“What is there to say in private that you can’t say to me here?” I ask, raising and eyebrow as I remove the bag from my shoulder, placing it on my table.
“Alright. First of all, your fly is down, and I can see the color of your boxer briefs.”
I look down.
Damn it, I want his head on a platter.
“Second, I mean no harm. I just want to talk. I’ll be waiting outside.” With that said, Yunho stuffed his hands into his pockets before walking towards the sliding door, pushing it aside and stepping out (not before letting a couple of giggling girls come in first). Wait, isn't that chick the one that was masturbating behind him in class yesterday?
Somehow that irked me, but…
what would he possibly want with me?
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