THE LAST NOTE: DEADLY RESUSCITATION
Title: The Last Note
Genre: Romance {Yaoi}, Drama.
Characters: Yoochun, Junsu, Changmin.
Pairing: Yoochun & Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Junsu is being transferred to a new university, where he finds a music room on his first day after a conflict with a student. He begins to frequent the room to play the piano, oblivious that it actually belongs to somebody else. An anonymous painter starts leaving paintings on top of the instrument, of which Junsu finds himself closely associated with - both the paintings and the artist.
Yoochun, prince of the school, is jealous and upset at the drop in his popularity after Junsu's grand arrival. However, he soon falls in love with the adorable professor and goes all out to win his heart. But what Prince Charming has to learn is that happily-ever-afters do not exist in reality.
AN: Back! I miss my Jo, my Yoosu and my Changmin so badly I tell you! I miss TLN and all of you readers too! Jo even messaged me to tell me how wonderfully cute our commentors are. And I couldn't take it anymore. So one dark stormy midnight, I bravely stood by a roadside stall selling super delicious yong tau fu and held a sword at my parents' throats, threatening them to send me home immediately. PLUS. I sensed people eyeing my Changmin when I was gone so here I am, all back to claim my husband. Oh is that a brick flying towards me? Anyway, new synopsis yes. I kind of found the last one too vague.
So. Enjoy.
Prologue
01: Begin
02: Under the Abrupt Stop
03: The Lost Apology
04: The Last Run
05: Hero
06: Extra Attitude
07: Stars and Fireworks
08: Tiny Hearts
09: Only You
10: Runaway
11: Yoochun's flavour
Chapter 12: Deadly resuscitation
Yoochun never frowned so hard in his life. Not even when Junsu made him finish his peas, which he threw away when Junsu wasn’t looking. Or in high school when Changmin betrayed him for a piece of cookie - what pissed him further was that the cookie didn’t even have chocolate chip. And no, the little betrayer didn’t share it with Yoochun.
“Yoochun?” Not receiving a response again, Junsu sighed in defeat. Yoochun’s brows angled and his frown lines deepened with every second that passed, that Junsu started to worry if the handsome face was going to deform.
Yoochun stared at the lecturer standing in front of the class, then at the large screen where a PowerPoint presentation had been prepared. The first slide was been projected.
12 AUGUST 2008
LECTURE: RED CROSS
MEDICAL EDUCATION
SPEAKER:
DOCTOR KEITA
“Red Cross lecture?! What in the world?!” Yoochun went ballistic. He had not expected himself to be seeing that shameless man so soon.
“The principal…” Junsu paused. It would be best not to bring another person into the situation right now. Yoochun could turn inhumane when triggered. Not wanting to get the poor principal fired, Junsu started over a second time, “Well, it was decided that this lecture will be beneficial for us all.”
Yoochun didn’t reply him. He was staring hard at Keita, who had so kindly smiled at him when he entered the lecture hall with Junsu earlier. Two minutes later, he finally concluded that Keita was not worth his attention at all and softened the stiff painful expression on his face.
“Good afternoon class,” Keita began. Yoochun detested that voice so much he could rip his ears off. Hauling out a scrapbook from his bag, Yoochun started to indulge in his own diversion instead.
Junsu was very much concerned with Yoochun’s change in attitude the moment they had stepped into the lecture hall. However he kept quiet, only asking Yoochun once if he was okay, and was pretty much ignored anyway. He was actually much relieved to see Yoochun calmly sketching by himself.
Without a subject in mind, Yoochun began doodling randomly. Birds, houses, flowers, some people… He had not realised that the professor was actually watching him, far distracted from the lecture going on in the auditorium. Junsu was a person with straight concentration - Yoochun would always grumble at the lack of attention whenever he visited Junsu in his office; it was impossible to make the teacher lose focus in his work at all. All in all, he did not expect Junsu to not pay attention to Keita's lecture.
On the other hand, Junsu was vastly surprised by Yoochun’s art. The professional could tell that the student had refined skills, despite the simplicity of those drawings. And they seemed strangely familiar; each stroke, shading and all. He then spotted a scribble at the corner of the cover when Yoochun closed the book.
“I’ve seen that somewhere…” Junsu mumbled inaudibly.
Yoochun set his pencil down and stretched in his seat. Art and music had always seemed to be able to calm his nerves, and take his mind away from tumult.
Junsu pointed to the scribble mark, “Is this your signature?”
Yoochun nodded, before yawning widely, “When is this dumb lecture going to end?”
While Junsu was in midst of trying hard to recall where he had seen that signature, a loud voice called out to him suddenly.
“Professor Kim, would you like to help me?”
“Huh?” Junsu looked up, to see Keita walking up the stairs towards him.
“The demonstration,” Keita smiled, stretching his hand out to Junsu.
Yoochun smirked when he saw the extended arm. “Like Junsu would hold his hand,” he mocked inwardly, rolling his eyes tactlessly.
“Sure,” Junsu replied, despite being oblivious to the demonstration Keita was talking about. And to Yoochun’s astonishment, the professor actually stood up and reached for the offered hand.
“No!” Yoochun stepped forward and pulled Junsu back before their hands could touch, “Get another student to help you!”
Junsu jumped, surprised by Yoochun’s outburst, but more at how willingly he had given his hand to Keita a few seconds ago. Brushing it off, Junsu saw that Yoochun’s bloodcurdling frown had returned.
“Yoochun, it’s just a demonstration,” Junsu said, puzzled as to why Yoochun was so annoyed with the doctor.
“Yeah,” Keita spoke up. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” The mocking tone was not to be dismissed.
The volume in class began to increase as students discussed among themselves about the commotion going on.
Yoochun gritted his teeth tight and pulled Junsu to stand behind himself. With a defiant glare, he repeated, “Get another student.”
“Chunnie, please?” Junsu begged across Yoochun’s shoulder in his softest voice. He knew that Yoochun had a soft spot, so he used it pretty often.
“Why?!” Yoochun hissed back. He tried to sound as fierce as he could under the whisper, of which he knew he failed terribly. It was impossible to be harsh to Junsu, especially after a Chunnie-call. But he didn’t want Junsu ‘helping’ his foe at all.
“Because I love you,” Junsu smiled, still keeping the soft volume. He had not answered Yoochun’s question but that didn’t matter. Yoochun knew that those sinful eyes promised a kiss after class. Junsu would always give him that affectionate look when he did something wrong and wanted to be forgiven. Yoochun would usually spend the next few hours anticipating anxiously, and once the bell rang, dragged Junsu out of class to some secluded corridor to recieve his prize.
Yoochun groaned and went back to his seat, silently granting permission for Junsu to follow Keita up on stage. Little did he know how much he’d regret that decision.
“What the hell does he want to demonstrate?!” he groused, loud enough for his classmates to turn around and look at him. But nobody answered him.
Changmin, who had been sitting quietly behind Yoochun, and been paying attention to Keita, sighed. Partly of knowing exactly what the demonstration was going to be, and the other part from forecasting the outcome.
/
“What are we demonstrating?” Junsu asked, obviously embarrassed about not paying attention to the doctor’s lecture earlier.
“Don’t worry. You won’t have to do much,’” Keita reassured. A crowd of excited learners, mostly fangirls, galloped in front of the stage, while Yoochun remained soundly and madly seated at where he was.
Staring at the talking doctor, Yoochun tapped his fingers impatiently on his table, extremely upset that Junsu was once again separated from him, standing in front of the class. With Keita.
“Smoke inhalation, heart attack, drowning, choking-all of these can stop a person's breathing. What Professor Kim and I are about to demonstrate may well be a gift of life to one of your own family members. You never know when an emergency will arise that requires....”
Junsu did not listen to what Keita was saying. He was way too preoccupied searching for Yoochun among the sitting audience and couldn't help but smile when he spotted his boyfriend. To his dismay, the other turned away upon eye contact with a hardened expression. Yoochun was clearly still upset. But why? Feeling lost and despondent, Junsu’s smile faded instantly. Just then, a hand tapped at his shoulder, bringing him back to the man beside him
“Professor Kim, will you please lie down on this high desk right here? Just so to make sure everybody in this auditorium can see you.” Keita looked up at Yoochun, and when their eyes met, smiled a stiletto at him.
Junsu obediently did as he was told, and climbed onto the long table easily. He wondered what they were going to demonstrate. “What are those three letters again… CPR?” He recalled watching dramas where a person would drown and turn unconscious. Then some hospital man would come along and start compressing the casualty’s chest. And poof, he’d wake up after a few pushes.
Keita walked behind the desk and stood on a short stool, “Junsu, pretend that you’re unconscious,” he smiled how-very-gently.
Junsu nodded and closed his eyes, half expecting Keita to start pushing at his chest overlying his lungs. However it never happened. Instead, he felt his head being tilt, chin pointing up. A hand was then placed under his neck, lifting it while another pushed at his forehead. It was nothing like what he had imagined.
Not at all pleased to see the immediacy between his lover and his rival, Yoochun gripped onto the side of his chair, nearly breaking the plastic into pieces. “If he tries anything… If he dares to try anything…” the livid man muttered under his breath anxiously, which seemed to be stopping as his lungs refused to accept oxygen from the air Keita was using too.
It became awkward when Keita opened Junsu’s mouth. The eye-shut professor could hear girls giggling and squealing and even ridiculous sounds of cameras clicking.
Suddenly the class quietened inexplicably, as though the climax had arrived. A curious Junsu puckered his brows with his eyes still closed, wondering what was coming next. Before he could estimate Keita’s next move, his nose was suddenly pinched and a mouth came crashing down, sealing the exposed opening.
The class went mad;
A crash was heard;
Camera clicks accelerated wildly.
“Mouth to mouth resuscitation!” A shout was heard among the keyed up students.
That took the winds out of Junsu’s sails. He closed his mouth immediately and tried to move away from Keita. However, Keita went harder on him. The doctor closed his mouth and started tracing Junsu’s lips compellingly.
It then fell upon Junsu that Keita was trying to kiss him. He opened his eyes and attempted to sit up by shoving the doctor away, but the stronger man pushed him down and secured his arms, disallowing the professor to break away.
Junsu could feel Keita’s fingers digging into his arms, while the kiss became ferocious and painful. It frightened him and he didn’t like it at all. It was nothing like Yoochun’s sweet vanilla kisses, as he briefly recalled in the conference room earlier. Yoochun was gentle yet passionate. It was something Junsu could enjoy and return with all his true love.
Yoochun felt an eruption within himself. Keita was bringing it too far. The sightless could see that it was no longer a harmless resuscitation demonstration but a tyrant act of kissing. It infuriated Yoochun to the ground that the irksome doctor was taking advantage of his boyfriend right under his nose. But what pissed him further was that Keita was hurting Junsu. It was obvious that the poor boy was struggling to escape.
That was the final straw. Jostling through the untamed crowd, Yoochun stormed up on stage. With one aggressive push, he sent the doctor tumbling onto the floor. The rowdy class gasped acrimoniously, which was followed by a wheeze of curious whisperings.
Junsu sat up and got off the long desk, his body limp and traumatized. Yoochun tried to hold Junsu’s hand, hoping to soothe the poor boy from his shock. However the gesture startled Junsu instead, who hurriedly flinched away from Yoochun’s reach. The man's heart flipped. He drew his hand back by his sides and clenched his fist, not wanting to scare the man any further.
The professor started rubbing his lips violently. The thought of Keita’s kiss disgusted him. They had become red and swollen, with a trace of blood at the corner. Junsu had bit his lips while resisting.
Keita stood up, scandalized by what he had done. He had not planned to hurt Junsu. He liked that man, he really did. All he wanted to do was taunt Yoochun, who was now fuming at his top. Keita knew that Yoochun could be beating him into pulp on the spot right then, if only the student wasn’t that flabbergasted by his distressed boyfriend.
Junsu saw the doctor rising on his feet and stood behind Yoochun at once. It relieved Yoochun that the other still wanted to be protected by him.
“Junsu, let me bring you out of here,” Yoochun asked softly, desisting himself from dragging the man out of class without a word. Junsu had been hurt enough, in fact, way too much.
Junsu stepped closer to Yoochun and held onto his hand, agreeing to the request quietly. Yoochun tightened the clutch and headed for the exit.
“Junsu!” Keita blocked the pathway, stopping them from walking on. The identified man backed away, but Yoochun held his hand tight enough to keep him close.
“Junsu, listen to me. I didn’t mean it,” Keita pleaded. He was sorry for what he had done and felt the need to explain to Junsu.
“You,” Yoochun verbalized with his teeth clenched, holding in the boiling rage that sought to be released, “Budge before I lose it.” He had been trying not to engage in violence. Because firstly, he was sure it’d alarm the frightened Junsu. And secondly, he didn’t want to waste time on Keita. Yet.
Keita’s head fell as he moved aside unwillingly. It was probably not the best time to talk to Junsu. Yoochun tramped past him, Junsu following close behind with his head hanging low. They strode out of class; out of where the disorder was getting out of hand; where Junsu had been offended; where Yoochun’s fume remained; and where Keita was regretting everything he did.
/
Yoochun brought Junsu to the music room, knowing it was where the professor went to every time he needed comfort. He settled Junsu down on the piano bench and sat beside him. It pained him to see Junsu holding back the tears by himself. Junsu had been assaulted, right before his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun broke the silence, holding onto Junsu’s hand, “I couldn’t protect you.”
“It’s not your fault,” Junsu replied softly, returning Yoochun’s clutch with a weak squeeze of his own.
“That bastard! I’m going to slaughter him into mince meat and make him into meat balls! And you know what? I’m not even going to feed him to Changmin. I’m going to feed him to cats! Cats have rougher tongues you know. I want him to feel sore even when he’s a stupid meat sphere! He’s going to suffer, oh yeah, he’s going to suffer so badly.” Yoochun panted as he finished liberating his words of anger.
Junsu nodded and smiled faintly. It was so typical of Yoochun to come up with such an extreme revenge, although he did know that it was indeed achievable if Yoochun meant it. But it gave Junsu comfort. That somebody truly loved him and would do anything to protect him.
“Yoochun,” Junsu began.
“Can you… call me the other… uh…?” Yoochun interrupted. He started stroking Junsu’s hand with his thumb nervously.
“The other uh?”
“You know… My first… Err… Yeah?” Yoochun was so embarrassed that he was stuttering and blushing.
“Oh,” Junsu laughed softly, “Chunnie.”
And the damn blush was so worth it.
“Chunnie,” Junsu repeated, in a dulcet tone this time, “He told me.”
Yoochun blinked, his blush still rather evident, not quite getting what Junsu was trying to say.
“Keita confessed to me earlier,” Junsu explained honestly, “And he asked to be my date for dance night.”
“Oh,” was all that Yoochun could say. Keita was bolder than he expected.
“But I wanted to go to the dance with you,” Junsu looked down and started playing with Yoochun’s hand, hiding his redness from the man beside him, who happened to be equally red.
Yoochun grinned in bliss. Kneeling on one knee before the surprised man suddenly, he declared aloud, “Kim Junsu, I hereby pronounce you Park Yoochun’s date for the dance night this Saturday. If you dare accept another invitation, I will personally try out the mouth to mouth resuscitation on you.”
Junsu chuckled, standing up in a superman stance, “Park Yoochun, I hereby pronounce you Kim Junsu’s date for the dance night as well. If I catch you asking another person, I will personally kick your butt.”
Tittering, Yoochun rose to his feet. He threaded his fingers through Junsu’s, letting the appendages slip against each other. Swinging the connected hands, Yoochun smiled seductively, “May I kiss my date now?”
/
“Bae!” Yoochun yelled the moment he stepped home.
The assistant came running down the stairs, panting as he addressed Yoochun, “Ye… Yes…?”
“I want you to fire that despicable school doctor!” Yoochun commanded.
“Doctor Keita, sir?”
“The scoundrel actually touched Junsu yesterday! Get him out of my school right now!” Yoochun roughly threw his bag onto the floor, boiling with rage.
“Right away, young mas…”
“No you don’t!”
Yoochun jumped at the strident voice.
“Chairman,” Bae greeted the man entering the house. Yoochun rolled his eyes upon seeing his father.
“I insist!” he stood his stand, determined to get rid of Keita.
“I said no!”
“Bae, fire him!” Yoochun ordered. The poor assistant spun in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.
“I am the chairman, I make the decisions!” Mr Park coughed. “I have yet to question you about dismissing Principal Yoon without my consent. And now you’re going to remove another of my staff?!”
Yoochun clenched his fist. He did not plan to break his rule of speaking more than three words to his father a day. Not caring to explain himself, Yoochun slid his hands into his pocket and trudged straight out of the house. He perceptibly heard his father shouting after him but it was in the least of his concerns.
/
After storming out of the house, Yoochun kept walking until he reached the streets. As he passed by an elementary school, a young student ran past him.
“Daddy!”
A man received the child in an embrace, before carrying him up in his arms happily, “How was school today son?”
A smiled attached to Yoochun’s face at the heartwarming scene. However, it vanished just as soon. Yoochun’s father had never fetched him from school. An intuit of loneliness started to yank at his heart.
Yoochun sat on a side bench and watched as more students came running out of the school entrance towards their parents respectively.
Reaching into his pocket, Yoochun took out his phone. He hated feeling lonely and had to do something about it.
“He… Hello?” An exhausted voice greeted Yoochun.
“Su? Why are you panting?”
“I w-was… trying to… c-catch… a lizard… OH MY GOD! THERE IT IS!”
Yoochun laughed, highly entertained by the high pitched shrieks over the phone.
“YAH! IT’S GOING UNDER MY BED!”
“Baby, leave that lizard alone for…”
“NO! IT’S UNDER MY BED! I DON’T WANT TO SLEEP WITH A LIZARD TONIGHT!” Junsu was frantic, “I AM SURE IT WILL…”
“JUNSU LISTEN! Just leave that lizard alone for now! I have something to ask you!”
Junsu finally stopped his shoutings. Still panting, he replied in a shy mellifluous voice, “Yes I love you.”
Yoochun laughed, “I love you too, Junsu. But that's not it.”
“Then ask quickly, before the lizard climbs out!”
“Are you free tonight?” Yoochun asked, still grinning from amusement.
“Yeah. But I'll have to go back to school to collect some documents later.”
“Great, let’s have dinner together then. I’ll pick you up from school. Five?”
“Five. See you la… Ahhh!!”
Yoochun laughed as Junsu hung up with a scream. He wondered if he should go over to help Junsu with the lizard, but decided against that quickly for he never liked scrawny creatures.
He was about to head back home for a quick change of clothes when a deep clear voice stopped him.
/
Genre: Romance {Yaoi}, Drama.
Characters: Yoochun, Junsu, Changmin.
Pairing: Yoochun & Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Junsu is being transferred to a new university, where he finds a music room on his first day after a conflict with a student. He begins to frequent the room to play the piano, oblivious that it actually belongs to somebody else. An anonymous painter starts leaving paintings on top of the instrument, of which Junsu finds himself closely associated with - both the paintings and the artist.
Yoochun, prince of the school, is jealous and upset at the drop in his popularity after Junsu's grand arrival. However, he soon falls in love with the adorable professor and goes all out to win his heart. But what Prince Charming has to learn is that happily-ever-afters do not exist in reality.
AN: Back! I miss my Jo, my Yoosu and my Changmin so badly I tell you! I miss TLN and all of you readers too! Jo even messaged me to tell me how wonderfully cute our commentors are. And I couldn't take it anymore. So one dark stormy midnight, I bravely stood by a roadside stall selling super delicious yong tau fu and held a sword at my parents' throats, threatening them to send me home immediately. PLUS. I sensed people eyeing my Changmin when I was gone so here I am, all back to claim my husband. Oh is that a brick flying towards me? Anyway, new synopsis yes. I kind of found the last one too vague.
So. Enjoy.
Prologue
01: Begin
02: Under the Abrupt Stop
03: The Lost Apology
04: The Last Run
05: Hero
06: Extra Attitude
07: Stars and Fireworks
08: Tiny Hearts
09: Only You
10: Runaway
11: Yoochun's flavour
Chapter 12: Deadly resuscitation
Yoochun never frowned so hard in his life. Not even when Junsu made him finish his peas, which he threw away when Junsu wasn’t looking. Or in high school when Changmin betrayed him for a piece of cookie - what pissed him further was that the cookie didn’t even have chocolate chip. And no, the little betrayer didn’t share it with Yoochun.
“Yoochun?” Not receiving a response again, Junsu sighed in defeat. Yoochun’s brows angled and his frown lines deepened with every second that passed, that Junsu started to worry if the handsome face was going to deform.
Yoochun stared at the lecturer standing in front of the class, then at the large screen where a PowerPoint presentation had been prepared. The first slide was been projected.
12 AUGUST 2008
LECTURE: RED CROSS
MEDICAL EDUCATION
SPEAKER:
DOCTOR KEITA
“Red Cross lecture?! What in the world?!” Yoochun went ballistic. He had not expected himself to be seeing that shameless man so soon.
“The principal…” Junsu paused. It would be best not to bring another person into the situation right now. Yoochun could turn inhumane when triggered. Not wanting to get the poor principal fired, Junsu started over a second time, “Well, it was decided that this lecture will be beneficial for us all.”
Yoochun didn’t reply him. He was staring hard at Keita, who had so kindly smiled at him when he entered the lecture hall with Junsu earlier. Two minutes later, he finally concluded that Keita was not worth his attention at all and softened the stiff painful expression on his face.
“Good afternoon class,” Keita began. Yoochun detested that voice so much he could rip his ears off. Hauling out a scrapbook from his bag, Yoochun started to indulge in his own diversion instead.
Junsu was very much concerned with Yoochun’s change in attitude the moment they had stepped into the lecture hall. However he kept quiet, only asking Yoochun once if he was okay, and was pretty much ignored anyway. He was actually much relieved to see Yoochun calmly sketching by himself.
Without a subject in mind, Yoochun began doodling randomly. Birds, houses, flowers, some people… He had not realised that the professor was actually watching him, far distracted from the lecture going on in the auditorium. Junsu was a person with straight concentration - Yoochun would always grumble at the lack of attention whenever he visited Junsu in his office; it was impossible to make the teacher lose focus in his work at all. All in all, he did not expect Junsu to not pay attention to Keita's lecture.
On the other hand, Junsu was vastly surprised by Yoochun’s art. The professional could tell that the student had refined skills, despite the simplicity of those drawings. And they seemed strangely familiar; each stroke, shading and all. He then spotted a scribble at the corner of the cover when Yoochun closed the book.
“I’ve seen that somewhere…” Junsu mumbled inaudibly.
Yoochun set his pencil down and stretched in his seat. Art and music had always seemed to be able to calm his nerves, and take his mind away from tumult.
Junsu pointed to the scribble mark, “Is this your signature?”
Yoochun nodded, before yawning widely, “When is this dumb lecture going to end?”
While Junsu was in midst of trying hard to recall where he had seen that signature, a loud voice called out to him suddenly.
“Professor Kim, would you like to help me?”
“Huh?” Junsu looked up, to see Keita walking up the stairs towards him.
“The demonstration,” Keita smiled, stretching his hand out to Junsu.
Yoochun smirked when he saw the extended arm. “Like Junsu would hold his hand,” he mocked inwardly, rolling his eyes tactlessly.
“Sure,” Junsu replied, despite being oblivious to the demonstration Keita was talking about. And to Yoochun’s astonishment, the professor actually stood up and reached for the offered hand.
“No!” Yoochun stepped forward and pulled Junsu back before their hands could touch, “Get another student to help you!”
Junsu jumped, surprised by Yoochun’s outburst, but more at how willingly he had given his hand to Keita a few seconds ago. Brushing it off, Junsu saw that Yoochun’s bloodcurdling frown had returned.
“Yoochun, it’s just a demonstration,” Junsu said, puzzled as to why Yoochun was so annoyed with the doctor.
“Yeah,” Keita spoke up. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” The mocking tone was not to be dismissed.
The volume in class began to increase as students discussed among themselves about the commotion going on.
Yoochun gritted his teeth tight and pulled Junsu to stand behind himself. With a defiant glare, he repeated, “Get another student.”
“Chunnie, please?” Junsu begged across Yoochun’s shoulder in his softest voice. He knew that Yoochun had a soft spot, so he used it pretty often.
“Why?!” Yoochun hissed back. He tried to sound as fierce as he could under the whisper, of which he knew he failed terribly. It was impossible to be harsh to Junsu, especially after a Chunnie-call. But he didn’t want Junsu ‘helping’ his foe at all.
“Because I love you,” Junsu smiled, still keeping the soft volume. He had not answered Yoochun’s question but that didn’t matter. Yoochun knew that those sinful eyes promised a kiss after class. Junsu would always give him that affectionate look when he did something wrong and wanted to be forgiven. Yoochun would usually spend the next few hours anticipating anxiously, and once the bell rang, dragged Junsu out of class to some secluded corridor to recieve his prize.
Yoochun groaned and went back to his seat, silently granting permission for Junsu to follow Keita up on stage. Little did he know how much he’d regret that decision.
“What the hell does he want to demonstrate?!” he groused, loud enough for his classmates to turn around and look at him. But nobody answered him.
Changmin, who had been sitting quietly behind Yoochun, and been paying attention to Keita, sighed. Partly of knowing exactly what the demonstration was going to be, and the other part from forecasting the outcome.
/
“What are we demonstrating?” Junsu asked, obviously embarrassed about not paying attention to the doctor’s lecture earlier.
“Don’t worry. You won’t have to do much,’” Keita reassured. A crowd of excited learners, mostly fangirls, galloped in front of the stage, while Yoochun remained soundly and madly seated at where he was.
Staring at the talking doctor, Yoochun tapped his fingers impatiently on his table, extremely upset that Junsu was once again separated from him, standing in front of the class. With Keita.
“Smoke inhalation, heart attack, drowning, choking-all of these can stop a person's breathing. What Professor Kim and I are about to demonstrate may well be a gift of life to one of your own family members. You never know when an emergency will arise that requires....”
Junsu did not listen to what Keita was saying. He was way too preoccupied searching for Yoochun among the sitting audience and couldn't help but smile when he spotted his boyfriend. To his dismay, the other turned away upon eye contact with a hardened expression. Yoochun was clearly still upset. But why? Feeling lost and despondent, Junsu’s smile faded instantly. Just then, a hand tapped at his shoulder, bringing him back to the man beside him
“Professor Kim, will you please lie down on this high desk right here? Just so to make sure everybody in this auditorium can see you.” Keita looked up at Yoochun, and when their eyes met, smiled a stiletto at him.
Junsu obediently did as he was told, and climbed onto the long table easily. He wondered what they were going to demonstrate. “What are those three letters again… CPR?” He recalled watching dramas where a person would drown and turn unconscious. Then some hospital man would come along and start compressing the casualty’s chest. And poof, he’d wake up after a few pushes.
Keita walked behind the desk and stood on a short stool, “Junsu, pretend that you’re unconscious,” he smiled how-very-gently.
Junsu nodded and closed his eyes, half expecting Keita to start pushing at his chest overlying his lungs. However it never happened. Instead, he felt his head being tilt, chin pointing up. A hand was then placed under his neck, lifting it while another pushed at his forehead. It was nothing like what he had imagined.
Not at all pleased to see the immediacy between his lover and his rival, Yoochun gripped onto the side of his chair, nearly breaking the plastic into pieces. “If he tries anything… If he dares to try anything…” the livid man muttered under his breath anxiously, which seemed to be stopping as his lungs refused to accept oxygen from the air Keita was using too.
It became awkward when Keita opened Junsu’s mouth. The eye-shut professor could hear girls giggling and squealing and even ridiculous sounds of cameras clicking.
Suddenly the class quietened inexplicably, as though the climax had arrived. A curious Junsu puckered his brows with his eyes still closed, wondering what was coming next. Before he could estimate Keita’s next move, his nose was suddenly pinched and a mouth came crashing down, sealing the exposed opening.
The class went mad;
A crash was heard;
Camera clicks accelerated wildly.
“Mouth to mouth resuscitation!” A shout was heard among the keyed up students.
That took the winds out of Junsu’s sails. He closed his mouth immediately and tried to move away from Keita. However, Keita went harder on him. The doctor closed his mouth and started tracing Junsu’s lips compellingly.
It then fell upon Junsu that Keita was trying to kiss him. He opened his eyes and attempted to sit up by shoving the doctor away, but the stronger man pushed him down and secured his arms, disallowing the professor to break away.
Junsu could feel Keita’s fingers digging into his arms, while the kiss became ferocious and painful. It frightened him and he didn’t like it at all. It was nothing like Yoochun’s sweet vanilla kisses, as he briefly recalled in the conference room earlier. Yoochun was gentle yet passionate. It was something Junsu could enjoy and return with all his true love.
Yoochun felt an eruption within himself. Keita was bringing it too far. The sightless could see that it was no longer a harmless resuscitation demonstration but a tyrant act of kissing. It infuriated Yoochun to the ground that the irksome doctor was taking advantage of his boyfriend right under his nose. But what pissed him further was that Keita was hurting Junsu. It was obvious that the poor boy was struggling to escape.
That was the final straw. Jostling through the untamed crowd, Yoochun stormed up on stage. With one aggressive push, he sent the doctor tumbling onto the floor. The rowdy class gasped acrimoniously, which was followed by a wheeze of curious whisperings.
Junsu sat up and got off the long desk, his body limp and traumatized. Yoochun tried to hold Junsu’s hand, hoping to soothe the poor boy from his shock. However the gesture startled Junsu instead, who hurriedly flinched away from Yoochun’s reach. The man's heart flipped. He drew his hand back by his sides and clenched his fist, not wanting to scare the man any further.
The professor started rubbing his lips violently. The thought of Keita’s kiss disgusted him. They had become red and swollen, with a trace of blood at the corner. Junsu had bit his lips while resisting.
Keita stood up, scandalized by what he had done. He had not planned to hurt Junsu. He liked that man, he really did. All he wanted to do was taunt Yoochun, who was now fuming at his top. Keita knew that Yoochun could be beating him into pulp on the spot right then, if only the student wasn’t that flabbergasted by his distressed boyfriend.
Junsu saw the doctor rising on his feet and stood behind Yoochun at once. It relieved Yoochun that the other still wanted to be protected by him.
“Junsu, let me bring you out of here,” Yoochun asked softly, desisting himself from dragging the man out of class without a word. Junsu had been hurt enough, in fact, way too much.
Junsu stepped closer to Yoochun and held onto his hand, agreeing to the request quietly. Yoochun tightened the clutch and headed for the exit.
“Junsu!” Keita blocked the pathway, stopping them from walking on. The identified man backed away, but Yoochun held his hand tight enough to keep him close.
“Junsu, listen to me. I didn’t mean it,” Keita pleaded. He was sorry for what he had done and felt the need to explain to Junsu.
“You,” Yoochun verbalized with his teeth clenched, holding in the boiling rage that sought to be released, “Budge before I lose it.” He had been trying not to engage in violence. Because firstly, he was sure it’d alarm the frightened Junsu. And secondly, he didn’t want to waste time on Keita. Yet.
Keita’s head fell as he moved aside unwillingly. It was probably not the best time to talk to Junsu. Yoochun tramped past him, Junsu following close behind with his head hanging low. They strode out of class; out of where the disorder was getting out of hand; where Junsu had been offended; where Yoochun’s fume remained; and where Keita was regretting everything he did.
/
Yoochun brought Junsu to the music room, knowing it was where the professor went to every time he needed comfort. He settled Junsu down on the piano bench and sat beside him. It pained him to see Junsu holding back the tears by himself. Junsu had been assaulted, right before his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun broke the silence, holding onto Junsu’s hand, “I couldn’t protect you.”
“It’s not your fault,” Junsu replied softly, returning Yoochun’s clutch with a weak squeeze of his own.
“That bastard! I’m going to slaughter him into mince meat and make him into meat balls! And you know what? I’m not even going to feed him to Changmin. I’m going to feed him to cats! Cats have rougher tongues you know. I want him to feel sore even when he’s a stupid meat sphere! He’s going to suffer, oh yeah, he’s going to suffer so badly.” Yoochun panted as he finished liberating his words of anger.
Junsu nodded and smiled faintly. It was so typical of Yoochun to come up with such an extreme revenge, although he did know that it was indeed achievable if Yoochun meant it. But it gave Junsu comfort. That somebody truly loved him and would do anything to protect him.
“Yoochun,” Junsu began.
“Can you… call me the other… uh…?” Yoochun interrupted. He started stroking Junsu’s hand with his thumb nervously.
“The other uh?”
“You know… My first… Err… Yeah?” Yoochun was so embarrassed that he was stuttering and blushing.
“Oh,” Junsu laughed softly, “Chunnie.”
And the damn blush was so worth it.
“Chunnie,” Junsu repeated, in a dulcet tone this time, “He told me.”
Yoochun blinked, his blush still rather evident, not quite getting what Junsu was trying to say.
“Keita confessed to me earlier,” Junsu explained honestly, “And he asked to be my date for dance night.”
“Oh,” was all that Yoochun could say. Keita was bolder than he expected.
“But I wanted to go to the dance with you,” Junsu looked down and started playing with Yoochun’s hand, hiding his redness from the man beside him, who happened to be equally red.
Yoochun grinned in bliss. Kneeling on one knee before the surprised man suddenly, he declared aloud, “Kim Junsu, I hereby pronounce you Park Yoochun’s date for the dance night this Saturday. If you dare accept another invitation, I will personally try out the mouth to mouth resuscitation on you.”
Junsu chuckled, standing up in a superman stance, “Park Yoochun, I hereby pronounce you Kim Junsu’s date for the dance night as well. If I catch you asking another person, I will personally kick your butt.”
Tittering, Yoochun rose to his feet. He threaded his fingers through Junsu’s, letting the appendages slip against each other. Swinging the connected hands, Yoochun smiled seductively, “May I kiss my date now?”
/
“Bae!” Yoochun yelled the moment he stepped home.
The assistant came running down the stairs, panting as he addressed Yoochun, “Ye… Yes…?”
“I want you to fire that despicable school doctor!” Yoochun commanded.
“Doctor Keita, sir?”
“The scoundrel actually touched Junsu yesterday! Get him out of my school right now!” Yoochun roughly threw his bag onto the floor, boiling with rage.
“Right away, young mas…”
“No you don’t!”
Yoochun jumped at the strident voice.
“Chairman,” Bae greeted the man entering the house. Yoochun rolled his eyes upon seeing his father.
“I insist!” he stood his stand, determined to get rid of Keita.
“I said no!”
“Bae, fire him!” Yoochun ordered. The poor assistant spun in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.
“I am the chairman, I make the decisions!” Mr Park coughed. “I have yet to question you about dismissing Principal Yoon without my consent. And now you’re going to remove another of my staff?!”
Yoochun clenched his fist. He did not plan to break his rule of speaking more than three words to his father a day. Not caring to explain himself, Yoochun slid his hands into his pocket and trudged straight out of the house. He perceptibly heard his father shouting after him but it was in the least of his concerns.
/
After storming out of the house, Yoochun kept walking until he reached the streets. As he passed by an elementary school, a young student ran past him.
“Daddy!”
A man received the child in an embrace, before carrying him up in his arms happily, “How was school today son?”
A smiled attached to Yoochun’s face at the heartwarming scene. However, it vanished just as soon. Yoochun’s father had never fetched him from school. An intuit of loneliness started to yank at his heart.
Yoochun sat on a side bench and watched as more students came running out of the school entrance towards their parents respectively.
Reaching into his pocket, Yoochun took out his phone. He hated feeling lonely and had to do something about it.
“He… Hello?” An exhausted voice greeted Yoochun.
“Su? Why are you panting?”
“I w-was… trying to… c-catch… a lizard… OH MY GOD! THERE IT IS!”
Yoochun laughed, highly entertained by the high pitched shrieks over the phone.
“YAH! IT’S GOING UNDER MY BED!”
“Baby, leave that lizard alone for…”
“NO! IT’S UNDER MY BED! I DON’T WANT TO SLEEP WITH A LIZARD TONIGHT!” Junsu was frantic, “I AM SURE IT WILL…”
“JUNSU LISTEN! Just leave that lizard alone for now! I have something to ask you!”
Junsu finally stopped his shoutings. Still panting, he replied in a shy mellifluous voice, “Yes I love you.”
Yoochun laughed, “I love you too, Junsu. But that's not it.”
“Then ask quickly, before the lizard climbs out!”
“Are you free tonight?” Yoochun asked, still grinning from amusement.
“Yeah. But I'll have to go back to school to collect some documents later.”
“Great, let’s have dinner together then. I’ll pick you up from school. Five?”
“Five. See you la… Ahhh!!”
Yoochun laughed as Junsu hung up with a scream. He wondered if he should go over to help Junsu with the lizard, but decided against that quickly for he never liked scrawny creatures.
He was about to head back home for a quick change of clothes when a deep clear voice stopped him.
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