{Yoosu OS} A Bang, a Squeak, a Tinkle
Title: A Squeak, a Bang, a Tinkle
Genre: Fluff, drama (err, make that extreme drama)
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: G
Synopsis: Junsu doesn't know how to think. Not at all (at least that's what Jaejoong says). But he thinks his fairytale is coming true after meeting Park Yoochun, whose killer smile soon kills his heart and murders himself in a robbery.
For usagi_bara for guessing the poster secret in TLN. Sorry for taking so long. And hope this is fluffy enough! (:
AN: My cupcake Jo (who's on cruise now, WITHOUT ME) is currently into writing angst - good for you angst lovers. Anyway, so here's a non-angst one shot finally. And Jo look here, why didn't you bring me along! You better not drown and come back in one piece okay! I can't handle sheerab alone!
Enjoy.
Sitting down on the concrete staircase, he lifted the polished metal tin and shook it despairingly. His face screwed to spell vexation as the pathetic amount of coins clanked depressingly.
Sighing, his ears picked up a familiar laughter nearby. Resting the weightless donation tin in front of him, he raised his head to look at his friend.
“No, no, no! Don’t look up!”
He hurriedly turned his head down again, slightly surprised by Jaejoong’s exclamation, “What? You have a surprise for me?”
“Nope. But people may think it’s Halloween,” the older teased.
Frowning, he looked up to stare at the giggling man.
“What? You’re really going to scare everybody away with that face.” Jaejoong defended.
“It’s been three hours! Three hours! Nobody is willing to make a contribution at all! I had to donate to myself out of pity!”
“That’s because you haven’t been wearing your angel smile,” Jaejoong stated steadfastly. “Junsu. You know your smile is irresistible. Just let those teeth shine and donations will start pouring in like you’re selling hotcakes. The phone numbers, too.”
Junsu pouted, plainly not satisfied with the suggestion. Picking the unfilled tin pitifully, he stood up, determined to leave his friend smirking by himself.
A bang, a squeak, a tinkle.
Junsu blinked, rather confused at the situation he was in. He roughly recalled squeaking as he banged into a body, right after he stood up. The next thing he knew, he was balancing along the stairway like a hopeless acrobat, with a foreign arm around his waist and the metal tin no where to be found.
“Are… are you okay?”
Finally getting some sense back into his head, Junsu responded to the deep voice, “Huh?”
The rescuer held him up, allowing the poor boy to stand straight. Chuckling shortly, he repeated, “Are you okay?”
Junsu stared at the man, who stared back at him in amusement.
He was handsome. Too handsome in fact. So handsome that Junsu found it hard to illustrate what he was looking at using mere words.
“Thanks.” The slightly taller male replied.
“I said that aloud?!” Junsu literally kicked himself. He could never learn to think inside his head.
“Yeah, you never.” Jaejoong whispered, and Junsu knew he did it again.
A laughter brought Junsu back to whom was standing in front of him. “Have you always been this cute, or do you actually have to work at it?”
“What?” Junsu’s already widened eyes amplified further. Was that hunk trying to pick him up?
The man snickered again, “You really are adorable.”
Junsu blushed, turning into a sweet Hello Kitty colour that appealed to only Jaejoong, who was watching quietly by the side, deeming how Junsu should have a security safe with a secret code to lock up his own thoughts to himself.
With a faint laugh, the gentleman bent down to pick up the forgotten tin, which was now a little dented from the earlier collapse. He then walked a few steps further and recovered a coin peacefully lying on the floor.
Returning the tin to the dumbfounded boy, he shuffled Junsu’s hair along with a grin. “Here, take this coin,” he pressed the silver round piece into Junsu’s palm, “I was going to make a donation before we collided.”
“Thank you…” Junsu mumbled inaudibly with a smile, enthused by the stranger’s act of gentleness. He looked at the shiny coin in his hand - the first donation after the whole morning. Feeling unexplainably obliged to the kind hearted man, he reached into his pocket and took out his favourite strawberry candy.
As the petite pink sweet wrapper came into sight, he hesitantly hid it in a tight clenched fist again. Who was he? A five year old? Which adult expressed his gratitude using candies?
Better still, one miserable candy.
“Is that for me?”
“Huh?” Junsu hadn't expect the man to notice it. Handing the little candy over, he replied embarrassedly, “Err yeah. It’s a err… a bonus kind of thing! For err… being first contributor! Congratulations!”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes at the lame excuse. Still, the man accepted the sweet warmly and flashed another smile, turning Junsu tipsy.
“By the way, sitting along staircases may lead to accidents and physical complications such as fractures and concussions. So for my safety, and yours, sit on a proper chair.”
With that, he turned to depart, leaving Junsu astonished by the fast string of words that seemed too much like it was rehearsed. The man was probably a lawyer. Or maybe a police man.
Junsu continued to trance, fantasizing over the man’s back view. He only snapped when Jaejoong nudged him suddenly.
“Totally your type huh?”
“I… Er… What? No! We should… You know? Yeah, that’s it…” Junsu blathered, making no sense at all and garbling both Jaejoong and himself.
He couldn’t possibly be in love. No way. Not with a man he barely knew. Wait a minute, nobody said he was in love. And why was he so flustered?
“Because you ARE in love.” Jaejoong laughed, tapping Junsu light on his shoulder with mirth before walking away.
Junsu sighed, following his friend at the back silently, not wanting to continue a debate he knew he would not win.
“Hey, don’t you find that guy familiar? I feel like I’ve seen him before.”
“I think you have,” Jaejoong giggled.
“I do? Who is he?”
“Not telling!”
“Why not! Tell me!”
/
“Hyung, where did you get that?” Changmin asked as he entered the room, catching Yoochun playing with something in his hands.
Yoochun balked at the bright voice, before looking back at the crimson wrapped bonbon on the table. With a ridiculous grin, he replied, “This boy yesterday... A bonus… for being first contributor.”
Not understanding what the older man just said, Changmin reached out and seized the candy away, “Thanks, I was just craving for something sweet.”
“YAH! GIVE IT BACK!” Yoochun roared, standing up to face the taller man.
Changmin, shocked by Yoochun’s first time denying him of food, returned it immediately. He then frowned as his hyung sat down and continued fussing over the little toffee.
“Can’t believe I lost to that thing.” Changmin complained, only to be ignored. Sighing, he changed the topic, “Anyway, it’s your scene in a little while. They found somebody.”
“So soon? But I don’t want to.” Yoochun whined, keeping the sweet into his front pocket reluctantly.
“Hyung, it’s just a kissing scene.”
“I don’t even get to kiss for real!”
“Well, do you want the headlines on tomorrow’s newspaper to look something like ‘Corpse found outside studio, gruesomely slaughtered by Park Yoochun’s fans for kissing their idol, for real’. Hyung, that poor guy is innocent.”
“Right,” Yoochun smirked, standing up to make his way out of the room. “Wait a minute, did you say ‘guy’?”
“Yeah. The company wants to match their ‘Our products can turn guys gay’ slogan.” Changmin scorned and rolled his eyes. “Sure.”
Yoochun damned his manager and made note to question him later for signing that stupid lip gloss contract.
“Good luck hyung,” Changmin called, “You’ll need it.”
/
“Hellooo? Err…Hi? Excuse me! I’m here for the extra.”
Yoochun looked up from his script, frustrated at the voice for breaking his concentration from memorising his script, which was actually only two lines. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Jaejoong standing by the entrance, desperately trying to get attention from the busy film crew. It was until he saw whom was standing beside Jaejoong did he decide to approach them.
“Hey. It’s you.” Yoochun smiled, waving his script at his target, who was staring in amazement at the exhibition of the studio set, which he never saw in his whole life. And if Yoochun was of any impact, he’d only make the astounded boy more stunned than he already was.
He watched in amusement as Junsu began to stutter while Jaejoong slithered away to find the person in charge.
“Are you here for the extra too?” Yoochun asking, knowing it’d probably be better for him to start the ball rolling.
“N…no… I’m err… I’m here err… Damn it! Why am I here for?” Junsu tried to stay composed, convincing himself not to be swept down to his feet, that this was nothing but a conversation with a man he saw earlier. A chuckle escaped from Yoochun’s lips and Junsu figured that he spilled everything out again.
Sighing, he tried to sound as calm as he could, “To accompany Jaejoong hyung.”
Junsu decided to keep the part about Jaejoong promising to tell him who the ‘stranger’ was if he accompanied him to the studio. Writhing, Junsu scratched his head. Jaejoong actually BROUGHT him here to see the guy. The guy who’d he been thinking the whole of yesterday, but that was something nobody else needed to know. And he’d better stop thinking about it already because there was a high possibility that he was actually saying everything out loud right now.
Yoochun nodded, still trying his best to stop laughing from the man’s adorableness.
“Then are you an extra?” Junsu asked.
“Not exactly,” Yoochun replied. Before he could introduce further, the floor manager yelled aloud, “Park Yoochun! Why are you still chit chatting? Your make-up artist is expecting you! Go to the make-up room now!”
“Alright!” Yoochun frowned. Turning back to the rather alarmed boy, he ended off hurriedly, “See you around!”
Junsu nodded timidly as he watched Yoochun run off. The name he heard earlier ran through his mind again and again.
Park Yoochun. Why did it sound so familiar?
“Junsu!!” Jaejoong’s voice bombarded suddenly, cutting all of Junsu’s silent thoughts, which weren’t silent so god helped him.
“Huh?” Junsu turned back with a confused expression.
“Junsu, do you love me?” Jaejoong asked apprehensively.
Junsu was about to shoot the I-am-not-going-to-help-you-whatever-it-is-but-yes-I-do-love-you look when he noticed the anxious tears welling in the older man’s eyes. “What happen?”
“The hospital called. My sister got into an accident. I need you to replace me for the scene.” Jaejoong bit his lips, holding back the tears that were already on the verge of spilling.
“Hyung, you know I can’t act!” Junsu said honestly. His terrible acting skills was far more than well known. That was why he was always being pranked on and not the other way round. It was also why everybody loved him. His genuine cuteness was just never ending.
“Don’t worry! All you have to do is stand on the spot and say one word. Please Su…” Jaejoong pleaded. “That bald guy insists that I get a replacement or he’ll break my neck.”
“I…” Junsu hesitated, but his soft heart soon conceded to Jaejoong’s pleas. “Alright I’ll replace you.”
Jaejoong smiled, bringing the younger boy into an embrace before running out of the set, “Thanks. I’ve already told the crew. Give me a call tonight.”
Junsu yelled after the running man, “Be careful on your way to the hospital! Drive carefully! Don’t speed! Remember to…”
“KIM JUNSU!” The same loud voice who had shouted for Yoochun made the poor boy jump. “GO HAVE YOUR MAKE UP DONE! NOW!”
Junsu quickly walked towards where the floor manager was pointing to, and ran when he caught the man staring at him.
Knocking on the door with the sign ‘Make-up room’, he entered with a ninety degree bow. Without lifting his head, he continued, with a slight pant from the previous running, “Hello. I’m Kim Junsu. The fat guy… Err… The one with no hair and shouts a lot. He told me to come here to put my make up. Jaejoong hyung… my friend, the girly one… He couldn’t make it so I’m replacing him as the extra.”
Silence replied him as he kept his head low.
“Hello again.” That voice.
Looking up, Junsu realised that Yoochun was the only one in the whole room, sitting back facing him and looking at him from the mirror’s reflection with a magazine on his laps. He had forgotten that Yoochun had been commanded to enter the room earlier as well. Not exactly prepared to face Yoochun alone so soon, he cringed, clutching onto the door for support.
“Take a seat somewhere,” Yoochun said, hilarity still apparent in his voice. “The make-up artist went out. She’ll probably be back in a jiffy.”
“Oh…” Junsu dragged his legs to a chair six seats away from Yoochun.
“Why don’t you sit beside me?”
And Junsu had to tow his feet this time.
“Kim Junsu…” Yoochun smiled, “Nice name.”
“Thanks.” Junsu squirmed uneasily in his seat.
“So, I guess you’re doing that kissing scene with me?” Yoochun tried to sound indifferent, regardless of how he was really feeling right then.
“Yeah I gue…” Junsu paused. “KISSING SCENE?! I’M DOING A KISSING SCENE!? WITH YOU?!”
Yoochun turned back to his magazine. He didn’t know where the tinge of disappointment in him had came from. He just didn’t feel so good to hear that Junsu didn’t like that idea of them kissing very much.
However, a smile built up on his face when he heard Junsu mumbling again.
“Oh my gosh. I’m going to kiss him! A kiss! Oh my gosh. My first kiss! Jae hyung tricked me! Oh my gosh! I think I’m gonna faint on the spot! And wait till that Yoochun guy finds out I have a crush on him!”
Yoochun grinned upon hearing the last statement, but put it off shortly. “Don’t worry. It’s just positioning. I won’t really kiss you.”
Junsu prayed that Yoochun didn’t actually hear anything. He also made a mental note to attend lessons on how to think, without letting the whole world hear him thinking. Shuffling his hair embarrassedly, he whispered a soft ‘oh’ before hiding his red face.
“TEN MINUTES!” The runner shouted through the door, before scampering away to busy himself.
“Ten minutes?! You haven’t had your make-up done! And your attire!” Yoochun exclaimed. Junsu merely stared back dumbfounded.
“Come here.” Yoochun stood up, gesturing Junsu into his own seat. Grabbing a small white bottle, which Junsu figured was moisturizer (actually he saw the words printed on it), he began to work on the boy’s face. Junsu jumped at the intimacy at first, but sat still soon after he calmed down.
From the cheeks, to the eyes, to the lips; Junsu awed as Yoochun applied the cosmetics on him. Junsu had never dumped those stuff on his own face in his whole life, moreover let another person do it for him. He looked at the proficient and smiled absently, for not only was Yoochun skillful, he was extremely gentle too. To his surprise, Yoochun smiled back, eyes focusing only on his lips as he put on the lipstick. Once more, Junsu was besotted by that killer look.
In a few minutes, Yoochun was done, with Junsu sighing in relief. If Yoochun continued to stay within that proximity, Junsu was sure he would have passed out even before going on the set. Yoochun then dragged him to the reels of clothing where he began to choose an outfit.
Handling Junsu a set of attire, he said, “These are my clothes. You should be able to wear them. I’m not sure about those butt though.”
Junsu blushed into an all deep red, his heart stopping at the thought of his crush looking at his butt.
/
“Yoochun…” Junsu whispered. His mind started to wander off again as he thought about the friendly name. He just knew that he’d heard that name somewhere. Maybe it was the name of some legendary cartoon hero that fought bad guys and rescued the pretty people.
He looked up. The legendary cartoon hero was staring at him with deep affectionate eyes, hugging him close by the waist and closing up the gap between them, their lips almost touching…
... LIPS ALMOST TOUCHING?!
“Eeek!”
“CUT! KIM JUNSU, WHAT WAS THAT FOR!? I DON’T REMEMBER ADDING A SQUEAK INTO YOUR SCRIPT!” The director hollered. The whole crew sighed and slouched in disappointment. They were so close. If Junsu had managed to hang on for three more seconds, it would have been a successful take and they could all go home.
Yoochun released Junsu, rather amused by the nervous boy.
Junsu bowed apologetically, “I’m so sorry. I… I wasn’t prepared.”
“It’s okay. We’ll do it again.” Yoochun reassured, lightly patting Junsu on the head. Everybody kept quiet as the director re-watched the previous take.
“I can’t do this…” Junsu whispered, only loud enough for Yoochun to hear.
“You can. Just imagine yourself as a princess…”
“Why can’t I be the prince?” Junsu interrupted.
“Because that’s my role.” Yoochun continued, overlooking the inexplicable blush on Junsu’s face. “Think of the person you love. It’ll come to you naturally.”
“Right, and all I’ll think of is still you.” Junsu mumbled as he walked into position, unaware that Yoochun had heard him.
“In three, two, one, action!”
“I know that it might sound more than a little crazy but I believe,” Yoochun was all in for it, saying his lines like he truly meant it. “I knew I loved you before I met you.”
“Yoochun…” Junsu said softly, right on cue. That was his only line. As Yoochun took a step forward, Junsu calmed himself down, again and again.
He watched as the man closed his eyes, leaning in as the camera captured an angled kiss. Junsu stared at the waiting lips. They had a nice healthy colour, beautifully pink and slightly glossy. They reminded him of pretty pink candy, like his favourite strawberry candy, looking awfully sweet.
Before he could opt for logical thinking, his lips had tilted up to meet Yoochun’s for a three-second-peck. He could hear a soft gasp from the staff somewhere behind him. And he knew he was in trouble for ruining the script again.
Just as he was about to step back to beg for forgiveness for the second time, the arm around his waist tightened. Junsu stiffened, surprised by what his crush was doing. A light push at his lips - Yoochun was returning the kiss!
Junsu felt a wave run through his body. It was like he was being electrocuted, but the way he liked it. At first he thought of pushing Yoochun away, but ended up clutching onto the other’s shirt. Before he knew it, he was responding to the kiss as well.
The director watched in delight as the camera circled around them, gesturing for everybody else to keep quiet. Who needed angles when they had the real thing?
“Cut! Great take!” The director clapped, right on time before Yoochun pulled back, both of them grasping for air. Junsu swallowed nervously, his cheeks flushing as though there were heat packs in them.
Yoochun’s assistant came running over, smiling at Junsu politely as she handed Yoochun a towel. “Yoochun, Changmin and Yunho said that they’ll meet you straight at the stage for the rehearsal tonight.”
Yunho, Changmin, Yoochun. These names were so familiar. Weren’t they…
“Dong bang shin ki.” It finally dawned to Junsu that Yoochun was a famous Korean celebrity from Asia’s leading band. He stepped backwards, distressed by the new information he had just found out.
After the assistant left, Yoochun turned back to give Junsu his attention.
Junsu began to stumble, “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I don’t know what came over me just now…”
“Shh… You did well,” Yoochun held the smaller hands, rubbing the palms gently to soothe him. “I wanted it.” He added softly, but it seemed that the worried boy was too flustered to hear it.
“It’s wrong. I shouldn’t have…”
“If you won’t stop making so much noise, I’ll request for a retake immediately.” Yoochun joked. To his dismay, Junsu pushed his hands away.
“I’m sorry…” He repeated again, even softer this time. With that, he grabbed his belongings and left.
“Junsu? Yoochun called.
But the boy never returned.
/
Junsu spaced out as he walked down the streets.
His hands slipped into his pocket, only to realise that he was still in Yoochun’s clothings. He sighed, he’d only be able to return them another day, preferably when the owner was not around. Reaching for his backpack, he unzipped a small compartment and retrieved a coin.
The metal coin was cold to the touch, and his fingers ached. But the pain was tolerable, as compared to the bruise of his punched heart.
Junsu knew. If he had stayed longer in the studio just now, he would be swept by that killer smile again. Yoochun’s smile had taken his life. The smile he saw along the stairway the previous day, that got him back on his feet. And the same smile that threw him down back to earth, sent him home, locked him up.
Yoochun was a superstar. And they had only met twice. Who was he to fall in love with someone that great? It’d just never work out. Why let himself suffer by continuing to hold a torch for the big idol? He laughed humorlessly as he weighed himself against the fans who literally imaged their idols as prince charmings.
The smiles, the coin, the touches. They seemed like stabs in his heart, leaving the dagger there and letting him bleed to death. He found himself lost, and all alone.
He felt ashamed for kissing Yoochun. And then walking out on him at the studio.
Keeping the coin back into his pocket, he smirked at himself for not being able to throw it away.
/
“Seriously!?” Jaejoong poked at the beef on his plate, staring at his friend at shock.
“Yeah. And he kind of, well, err continued it.” Junsu said guiltily, rubbing his palms against the condensation on the glass of ice water, wetting them painfully.
“Yay! He likes you too!” Jaejoong cheered as he forked the meat into his mouth.
“Rubbish. I started it. He was probably err, getting too involved in the scene right then. He’s a professional.”
“Junsu, what are you saying? He obviously has a thing for you. Didn’t you see how he looked at you at the stairway the other day! And when he saw you at the studio!” Jaejoong uttered with his mouth full, “He didn’t even see me.”
“Yah! Stop it, hyung. Before I add another reason for me to murder you. You didn’t tell me he was a celebrity. You didn’t even tell me it was a kissing scene!”
“Hey, I didn’t expect you to take it for real. They told me it was all anglings and all I needed to do was stand there and look at him.”
Junsu scrunched his nose, “Eat your food.”
“Fine. But you’ll have to follow me to the jewelry store later. I promised to buy my sister something. And very unfortunately, I may need your opinions.”
“I’ll consider,” Junsu replied briefly and took a sip of the icy cold water.
/
“Ohh it’s so pretty!” Jaejoong cooed as he picked up a diamond ring.
“I’m prettier,” Junsu goaded.
“And you say I behave like a girl,” Jaejoong teased. “Fancy comparing yourself with a ring.”
“I was not!” Junsu defended.
“You were jealous of the ring.”
“I wasn’t!”
“Jealous…”
“Wasn’t!”
“Fine, now I’m jealous of you.” Jaejoong said as he eyed the entrance of the jewelry store.
“Wasn’t! …Huh?”
Jaejoong leaned forward and whispered, “Your kissable boyfriend is here.”
Junsu’s eyes widened as Jaejoong gestured to the entering man. He was wearing shades and a beanie, probably to hide from fans, but Junsu recognized him instantly.
The idol looked up, surprised upon seeing Junsu in the same store. However, the moment he came to his senses, he approached the boy immediately.
Jaejoong made way, escaping from Junsu’s grip and skipped aside to watch the show. Junsu scowled at him, pledging to take revenge at a later date, before pretending to be preoccupied with the necklaces he was in fact least interested in.
“Why did you leave?” Yoochun’s alluring voice sounded behind him, expectedly but sending the shudders down said you’s spine anyway.
How Junsu wished for an atrocious earthquake to occur right at that moment, splitting the land between the two of them so he wouldn’t have to face Yoochun. But he decided against that quickly, figuring that the disaster was too destructive. The poor innocent residents in that area would have to suffer the tremor with him. And the government, oh my, they would have to rebuild the whole district. (By the way, yes, Jaejoong did argue with Junsu about his super benevolent and considerate personality before.)
Maybe he could wish for a dinosaur to appear suddenly and swallow him as a whole. But what if the poor creature had been starving for days and decided to eat everybody. Fine, then a thunderstorm. Is that harmless enough or what. Wait why did he need a disaster again? Oh and to that thunderstorm, Yoochun had a concert tonight. What if he slipped while dancing?
“How do you know that I have a concert tonight?” Yoochun asked, and Junsu really wanted that first earthquake.
“Err…” Junsu couldn’t possibly admit that he had been spending his past two nights researching on the megastar. Still flipping over the pendants displayed, he said coldly, “Jaejoong hyung told me.”
Jaejoong stood up to protest, but gave up that idea upon seeing Junsu’s glare.
“Junsu, why are you ignoring me?” Yoochun asked with a concern look, “Is it because of the kiss? I’ll apologise. Please don’t be angry with me.”
Junsu made sure his mouth was closed before letting his thoughts charge. Why was Yoochun apologizing? What the hell, it wasn’t even his fault! Couldn’t he just leave Junsu alone feeling guilty by himself?
“I’m not angry with you.” Junsu spoke, the aloof tone evident.
“You are.”
“I said I’m not,” Junsu insisted, still refusing to turn back to face the man, “Please leave me alone. And. Don’t look for me anymore.”
“But I thought we were… friends.” Yoochun said, choking on the last word.
Friends? So Yoochun treated Junsu as a friend all along?
“I don’t want a friend like you!” Junsu blew up. He had no idea why he was so angry, or perhaps he was mistaking hurt for anger. Pushing Yoochun aside, he kept his head low and stormed towards the exit. Yoochun reached out to grab Junsu’s arm, demanding for an explanation. Within seconds, the whole store was staring at them.
“Let go!”
“Not until you tell me why you’re so mad at me!”
“Because you’re not letting go!”
“Junsu.”
“You’re a big star!”
“Junsu…”
“I’m nobody!”
“Junsu!”
“And I don’t just want to be your friend!”
“ROBBERY!”
The twosome stopped their argument at the sudden unknown shout out. Junsu turned around, only to see a group of masked armed men. Before he could effectively identify them as bad people, he felt himself pulled behind Yoochun, shielded by the idol from whatever trouble seemed to be arriving. If Yoochun wasn’t a star, and there wasn’t a robbery going on, Junsu would have jumped in happiness and hugged his gallant knight for protecting the princess. Wait, did he just refer to himself as a princess?
“THIS IS A ROBBERY!” One of them repeated loudly. “ALL OF YOU KNEEL! WITH YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEADS!”
Everybody did as told, with a very stubborn hero-wannabe Kim Junsu having to be pulled down by Yoochun.
“Don’t be a smart aleck,” Yoochun shushed.
Junsu watched the five men made the terrified salesgirl at the counter put all the jewellery into a large bag with a gun by her head. He watched them shout at a disabled old man to get out of their way. He watched them kick a pregnant woman for desperately having to put one hand down to support her hefty overweight body.
He watched until he could watch no more.
“Stop it!”
Everybody stared wide-eyed at the young man who stood up, fury marked straight in his face. Jaejoong felt his heart stop beating as the thought of losing his friend skimmed though his alarmed mind.
“Kim Junsu! What are you doing!” Yoochun hissed from where he was kneeling. He, too, was astounded by Junsu’s outburst.
The five men turned to look at the brave soul, who was determined to cast his image as a princess (ah that sounded weird) and transform into a hero equivalent to Yoochun. One of them pointed a gun at him, “Kneel! Before I… I shoot you!”
“Shoot me,” Junsu dared, his glare fiercer than the man. Yoochun’s jaws fell. He hadn’t seen Junsu in that manner before. Despite that, he stood up, blocking the smaller framed boy with his body instantly.
“What the? Yoochun what are…”
“You wanna shoot, shoot me!” Yoochun shouted towards the useless crooks, who only looked more confused than ever, eyeing the two bold men cautiously.
Junsu couldn’t believe his ears. Attempting to push Yoochun out of his way, he protested, “Go away!”
“Do you have a bullet proof vest?” Yoochun simply asked, not turning back to look at Junsu.
“No.”
“Well, here I am.”
Junsu didn’t have a counter for that. It was probably a cheesy line, but he was touched by it. Sliding his hand into Yoochun’s, he felt the hospitable heat warm his own palm. He then regretted immediately and wanted to draw away, but Yoochun tightened his grip and squeezed the small hand appreciatively.
“The police is here!” An accomplice keeping a watch out from outside shouted into the store.
Finally, the heroes of the day were arriving, car after car.
“What?!” The criminals went ballistic.
“Run!”
“The bag!”
“Grab a hostage!”
“No!” Junsu stepped forward, his hand still attached with Yoochun .
“Junsu stand back!”
“Shut up both of you!” One robber aimed a gun at Junsu.
“Let’s run”
“The hostage!”
“We have to run!”
“POLICE!”
The robbers shouted;
Customers screamed;
The police yelled.
A bang, a squeak, a tinkle.
/
Junsu remembered wobbling on a narrow step along a staircase. His metal tin hit the ground with a loud bang, a squeak escaped from his own lips and a tinkle of a coin rang beneath him.
He then found himself in the arms of a striking man, just like prince charming, looking at him as if he was a princess who had just walked out of a fairytale.
/
“NO!!”
Nobody saw what happened.
A gunshot was heard, a little girl squealed, a ring fell from the counter and hit the tiled floor, swirling on the spot for two counted seconds before lying dead flat on the ground.
The robbers stared confounded at the falling man. The police ran in speedily, arresting all of them at one go. Voices shouted for ambulances while others were stunned for words.
“Yoochun!” Junsu cried anxiously, as he held onto the idol. Tears didn’t wait to fall as he kneeled down slowly, letting the vulnerable body lie on him.
“Junsu,” Yoochun struggled to sound strong, “Why are you crying?”
“Why did you do it?” Junsu garroted, answering Yoochun with another question. He closed his eyes as he felt the pain in his own chest. It was as though the bullet Yoochun shielded had went right through him and went straight into Junsu’s heart. “I never wanted a bullet proof vest,” his voice was nearly inaudible as chokes escaped wildly with the tears.
Yoochun shivered as he felt a bolt in his torso. “Junsu… Will the princess still hug a shattered knight...?”
With another tear streaming past his damp cheeks, Junsu wrapped his arms around the injured man carefully, trying his best to overlook the melted scarlet seeping though Yoochun’s shirt and trickling down his arms. “I’m not a princess,” he protested weakly.
“I want you… to be my princess…” Yoochun lifted an arm and fought to reach into his pocket. Junsu watched in fear as the idol’s fist opened, revealing a pink untouched sweet. Junsu slid his hands into the palm, covering the sweet with his own fingers.
“You’ll be… fine… You’ll be fine… You’ll… be fine…” Junsu chanted between sobs. “You have a concert tonight. I expect to see you… slipping in a thunderstorm…”
Seconds of silence past, with Junsu cuddling and gently rocking the subconscious man in his arms. He clutched onto Yoochun’s hand suddenly. “Yoochun…” His body shook, letting the tears and stifles take control of his emotions.
Yoochun smiled. It was time.
“Your highness. As your defeated knight…” He paused. He was getting weaker and drowsier every second. Taking a deep breath agonizingly, “I surrender… my heart, body… and soul.”
“No! Don’t close your eyes! Please! Yoochun, please! I don’t give a damn of who you are anymore! Just let me be selfish! Let me love you!” Junsu called out desperately, the soft sobs now turned into loud stinging bawlings. “WHERE THE HELL IS THE AMBULANCE!”
Junsu felt inebriated once more as Yoochun sent him one last smile.
/
“Is that for me?”
“Huh?” Junsu hadn't expect Yoochun to notice it. Handing the little candy over, he replied embarrassedly, “Err yeah. It’s a err… a bonus kind of thing! For err… being first contributor! Congratulations!”
Yoochun accepted the sweet warmly and flashed another smile, turning Junsu tipsy.
/
A candy fell from Yoochun’s hand onto the floor silently. No bangs, no squeaks, no tinkles…
“CUT!”
Junsu frowned upon that loud voice, instantly recognizing it as the director from the other day. He looked up with his tear stained face, only to see a camera turning away from him.
“That was ingenious! It was so heart breaking. I was on the verge of tearing!” The director grinned. “Kim Junsu you have potential!”
“What? I… I don’t get it.” Junsu sniffed. He then jumped when Yoochun stared moving in his arms again. “Yoochun!”
Yoochun looked up at him and smiled. The smile that had detained Junsu’s heart for the past three days, and had murdered himself three seconds earlier.
“Yoochun, nice one.”
“Thanks,” Yoochun sat up, stilling gripping onto Junsu’s hand, while the boy gaped at him at shock.
Junsu watched as the masked man returned to the store, taking off their covers and began yakking with the ‘policemen’. The whole robbery was not real. It had not happened. He blinked with tears begging for permission to fall.
Jaejoong ran over worriedly, “Junsu! Junsu, are you okay?” Junsu didn’t reply him. He didn’t even hear Jaejoong. His mind was trying to piece things together but nothing seemed to make sense.
“You… were acting?” Junsu asked softly as he stared at their interlocked hands.
With a laugh, Yoochun nodded, “Am I a good actor or what?” He apparently had not heard the hurt in Junsu’s voice.
“You are,” Junsu pulled his hand away from Yoochun harshly. “You’re the best actor in the whole world. And thanks for including my broken heart in your show. It does deserve some fame, doesn’t it?”
Yoochun finally realised things were going haywire, “What!? No, that’s not wha…”
“I hate you!” Junsu’s voice wavered as he stood up and ran out of the store, feeling humiliated and betrayed.
“Junsu!” Yoochun got to his feet as he chased after the crying boy.
/
“Junsu! Stop running!” Yoochun bellowed.
“I hate you!” Junsu yelled aloud, finally stopping in his tracks. Crumbling onto the middle of the path, he hid his wet face behind his hands. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”
Yoochun caught up, cowering in front of the crying boy. “Junsu, please listen to me…” His heart ached upon seeing Junsu that way; miserable, desolated, heartbroken, and it was all his fault.
“I’m so stupid!” Junsu blabbered, tears pouring openly on his face, disallowing Yoochun any chance of explaining. “I must be the stupidest joker in the whole wide world. Why did I let you make use of me? I actually thought that you were a fairytale. I thought that we were a fairytale. I was an idiot to fall for you. For real. What was I thinking! You’re a star. I’m a nobody…”
Yoochun realised Junsu was repeating his lines in the jewelry store earlier, “Junsu.”
“But I did! I fell so deep for you! Stupid love at first sight! It’s such a cheat! There’s no such thing! Who would belie… mmph!”
Yoochun closed his eyes; Junsu’s were wide at shock.
Yoochun smiled vaguely into the kiss, glad that Junsu had finally shut up. “Can you please listen to me now?” He asked softly, practically speaking on Junsu’s lips.
Junsu, too stunned for neither words nor action, kept quiet, and Yoochun took it as his cue to talk. He held the stiffened man a centimeter away from him, so that he was looking at Junsu eye to eye, and their breaths remained hot on each other.
Wiping the tears away with his thumb, Yoochun whispered in his deep gentle voice, “I never wanted to make use of you, or your love for me. Whatever happened just now wasn’t real shooting. Nothing would be going on screen. I did that because I needed a chance to show you my love. To let you know that, I will be your knight in amour or your prince charming when you needed me. To prove that we can be together, whoever we are. You admitted it earlier didn’t you?”
“I didn’t.” Junsu denied, blushing at his crush’s unexpected confession towards him. Yoochun grinned, wondering how Junsu could be so darn cute.
“And who cares about love at first sight. Because,” Yoochun sighed, leaning in for another short peck before continuing, “I knew I loved you before I met you, Junsu.”
Junsu shook his head, pushing Yoochun further before starting his reasoning, “That’s not possible you know. You wouldn’t even know my existence before meeting me. It could be love at first sight, but I don’t believe in it. You know. From past experiences. What am I saying.”
Yoochun laughed, “Sure. Okay I fell for you somehow. So, what do you say?”
“Am I supposed to say something?”
“Well, you can accept me and tell me you love me too.”
“Why can’t I reject you?”
“Because, my lovely donation boy, rejection may lead to emotional stress for both parties involved and emotional stress can lead to physical complications such as headaches, ulcers, cancerous tumors, and even death. So for my health and yours, you have to say yes. Period.”
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