THE LAST NOTE: OFFROAD TRUST
Title: The Last Note
Genre: Romance {Yaoi}, Drama.
Characters: Yoochun, Junsu, Changmin.
Pairing: Yoochun & Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Kim Junsu, a professor who has yet to turn twenty one, 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: Jo I miss you~!
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
12: Deadly Resuscitation
Chapter 13: Offroad Trust
“Hey Yoochun.”
The said man turned around, only to be riled by who had called for him, “What do you want?”
“Well, I was just wondering if you’ve considered my offer,” Keita laid a hand on Yoochun’s shoulder, only to be roughly shrugged away that instant.
Yoochun frowned and walked away. He was not going to hear any more of the doctor's revolting treats.
“Junsu’s a great kisser.”
Yoochun felt the conflagration rose in him. Gritting his teeth hard, he marched right back and pulled Keita hard by his collar, “Do not touch him.” The warning came merciless and the point self emphasized.
“It’s either his body or your money.”
Yoochun hit the roof, throwing a ruthless fist straight into Keita’s face, “JUNSU IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE TRADED WITH FUCKING MONEY!”
Keita strained his neck, the cloth of his collar still clenched in the taller man’s left hand. “How heroic, Yoochun. But guess what? Junsu tasted so magnificent in my mouth…”
Yoochun did not give Keita a chance to continue that corrupted sentence of his, as another callous blow went soaring towards the doctor’s cheek. Benevolence be damned.
“SON OF A BITCH!” Yoochun flung the blatant man onto the hard ground, his tight fist bleeding from scratching Keita’s teeth, “You leave Junsu alone!”
Keita smirked, “Help me with that.”
/
Junsu pushed open the door and entered his office. Taking a quick glance at his watch, it was a quarter before five. Fifteen meetings to meeting his lover, Junsu mused with anticipation. Humming a soft melody, he started searching for his documents.
It was then he heard voices from the corridor. They sounded very much like whispers, guilt ridden ones. “I’m not the only one?” Junsu wondered. It was rare to have teachers around in school at that time.
Stacking the two found files on his neat desk, Junsu stood behind the door and peered out of his office.
“Here’s the money,” the school dean handed a brown envelope to the lady by her side.
Junsu knitted his brows in confusion, “What are they doing here?”
The principal took the envelope and opened it. Extracting a cheque, she smiled at the intrepid amount signed.
“We’ll split the money,” she grinned in satisfaction, folding the cheque and keeping it back into the packet.
“Of course. As for Kim Junsu?” the dean asked. The professor looked up, surprised upon hearing his own name.
“What did Park Yoochun say?”
“Let him go.”
“And the missing documents?” the principal questioned.
“Who cares? He gave us the money.”
Junsu’s eyes widened. What did they mean? Did they think that he had stolen those documents? Slamming the door open violently, Junsu dashed out from his office. Scurrying towards the two surprised women, he snatched the envelope from the protesting principal and pulled out the content.
There it was. Yoochun’s signature - he clearly recognised the scribble.
Junsu could barely believe his eyes. Tearing the cheque into half, he threw it harshly onto the floor. The two concerned superiors shrieked, squatting down to pick up the torn pieces anxiously.
Junsu ran. He trembled as his legs brought him further. His head started to ache as he tried to put pieces right. Yoochun had bribed the upper management into letting him off for something he had not done. He was now carrying a blame he should not even be associated with.
What pained him more was that Yoochun did not trust him. His lover had actually thought that he had committed such a crime .
Turning round a corner, Junsu crashed into another body. Opportunely, a pair of arms caught him before he fell.
“Junsu.”
“Keita…” Junsu backed away. He had not gotten over what happened two days ago.
“Junsu, I won’t touch you. Just… just listen to what I have to say,” Keita retreated a few steps, “I-I’m really sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. I guess my liking for you got over my head at that time. I’m sorry.”
“It’s… It’s alright.”
“I can leave the school if you don’t want to see me anymore.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m fine,” Junsu lied.
“Really? You don’t hate me or anything?”
“No.”
Keita grinned, “Friends?”
Junsu hesitated shortly, before nodding uncertainly.
“Thanks,” Keita smiled.
Junsu nodded again, before turning to walk away. He had enough to be disturbed for. However, the doctor stopped him before he could proceed further.
“Junsu,” Taking out a folded cheque, he handed it to the confused man. “Return this to Yoochun, I am not selling our friendship.”
“What?” Junsu stared at the fouled paper on his palm in disbelief. A hasty gush of rage and hatred for that one stupid cheque triggered tears in his eyes.
“He gave money to me - wait, no - to the entire staff body to let you go.”
“Let me go?”
“For the stolen documents. But I know it’s not you. Is there some misunderstanding between you and Yoochun? Maybe you should tell him, Junsu? That you didn’t do it.”
Junsu bit his lip and asked softly, his moist eyes gazing into space, “He bribed the entire school staff?”
“I can’t believe he did that either. I guess that’s what people do when they’re rich huh?” Keita shook his head.
Junsu took a deep breath. His heart stabbed by every word from Keita.
Seemingly unconcerned by the hurt in Junsu’s face, the doctor smiled before turning to walk away, “I’ll see you around.”
/
Junsu dragged his feet towards the entrance of the University building. Everything replayed in his head, repeatedly, continually, painfully. The cheque in his fist was tight against the skin of his palm, and against his heart.
“Juntaro!! You are late by two minutes and forty seven seconds!”
Junsu stopped and looked up. Yoochun was there, grinning like the happiest person in the world and waiting by a tree. Junsu wondered what hid behind that smile.
“Where’re your documents?” Yoochun asked as he approached the professor.
Junsu remained silent, looking deep into Yoochun’s eyes, as though searching for something.
“Now baby. I’m fully aware at the fact that your boyfriend is hot but you don’t have to stare at him like that,” Yoochun teased. “Come on let’s go. Looks like it’s going to rain soon. I didn’t bring my car so we’ll just have to walk.”
However Junsu stood rooted to the ground, his eyes still focused on Yoochun.
Sensing something amiss, Yoochun walked to the static man and held his hand, “Junsu, what’s wrong?”
“Yoochun, what is this?” Junsu handed Yoochun the crumpled paper clenched in his fist.
Yoochun straightened the paper in Junsu’s hand. His jaws fell upon seeing a cheque that he had signed just a few hours ago.
“How did this get to you?” Yoochun asked, looking up at Junsu. His eyes widened at shock when he saw tears forming in the other’s.
“Junsu! Junsu what happened?” Yoochun panicked. He threw the cheque aside, his hands grabbing the tearing man instead.
“Why did you do it?” Junsu coughed.
“What?!”
“WHY DID YOU BRIBE THEM?” Junsu shouted. “Why did you bribe the management into letting me off for stealing the documents! Why did you even think that I did it!?”
“Who told you that?” Yoochun breathed hard. His hands released Junsu, falling mournfully back to his sides.
“Why!” Junsu bawled, his voice muffled in sniffs.
“It’s Keita isn’t it?” Yoochun looked at the ground, his teeth now clamped together.
“Why don’t you trust me?”
“WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME!?” Yoochun yelled before turning to walk away, his mind whirling in frustration.
Yoochun clenched his fist as he left Junsu crying alone. He was mad. Not at Junsu, but himself. His stupidity to fall for Keita's scam.
Two cheques. Yoochun signed that rogue two bloody cheques to protect Junsu and their relationship, only to have hurt both parties all the more.
/
Thunder roared, and rain started to fall. It was as though heaven was ridiculing the broken couple.
Junsu collapsed onto the ground as he watched Yoochun disappear behind a corner.
Tears trickled down his cheeks and fell onto the back of his hand. Junsu felt the band around his finger start to wet. He wasn’t sure if it was his tears or the rain.
Removing the black ring from his finger, Junsu impulsively threw it away from him. The ring hit the ground with a soft clink and continued rolling further…
/Flashback
“Oh, the words that were supposed to be engraved are here,” Yoochun said when he noticed the man looking for something in the ring.
Junsu looked up, only to see Yoochun holding a lighted firework stick.
“Look carefully. I’m only going to write this once.”
Yoochun then began to pen the message in the air.
“I… Circle… U…?” Junsu blinked confusedly at the disappearing figures.
“Yah! That was supposed to be a heart!” Yoochun yelled and redrew the shape in the middle.
/End flashback
…Junsu watched as the ring stopped in the middle of the road. Regretting his actions immediately, he stood up hurriedly to retrieve his ring.
Several things happened in the next instant.
Dashing onto the road, Junsu didn’t notice a car veer around the corner, its wheels screeching loudly, and hurtling right at him. It was only when the car horned when Junsu looked up from where he was crouching.
Time froze then. Junsu clutched tight onto the ring as a jolt ran through him, something like fear mixed with a strong sense that the entire course of his life had just shifted. His life literally flashed before his eyes.
Suddenly a body came dashing over Junsu, hugging him tight and pulling him along. Junsu could feel the other using his own body to armour Junsu as they collided together onto the slippery road, with one hand shielding Junsu’s head. The force sent them rolling all the way back onto the sidewalk.
The car sped past, its brazen driver totally unconcerned about the accident that almost happened.
/
A pair of strong arms crutched Junsu to a shelter nearby, sitting him against the wall.
“What did you think you were doing?!”
Junsu rubbed his eyes, for the rain water dripping from his hair was getting into his view. He then opened them to look at his saviour, only to break into tears straight away.
“Oh god! Why are you crying? Are you hurt?!” The concern in Yoochun’s voice was bitingly evident as he fretfully checked Junsu’s body for cuts, paying no attention to his own lesions.
Burying his head into Yoochun’s chest, Junsu asked between sobs, “Why did you come back?”
“I was hungry. You promised to eat dinner with me.” Yoochun wrapped his arms around Junsu, fondling his back to calm the boy down. He had returned because he wanted to let Junsu know that he trusted him, and he wanted Junsu to do the same.
As if he had heard the unvoiced words, Junsu gripped onto Yoochun’s drenched shirt and said, “I trust you.” It was soft but Yoochun heard it well.
Junsu did not have to contemplate who he should believe in. Yoochun had just snatched him from the hands of death. Those accusations at his lover just did not make sense anymore.
Suddenly he caught eye of the red ocean blending into the wetness on Yoochun’s arm, “Yoochun, you are bleeding!”
Yoochun grinned in amusement as an anxious Junsu grabbed his arm and began cleaning it with his sleeve, least bothered by the blood staining his clothe. Pulling the scarf off Yoochun’s neck, he started to dress the wound.
“Hey, that’s branded!” Yoochun protested.
“Be quiet or I’ll bandage your mouth together with it,” Junsu replied, continuing the wrapping. Yoochun smiled inwardly, secretly pleased with his new discovery of Junsu knowing first aid. He watched as Junsu did it patiently and gently, trying his best not to hurt Yoochun in the process.
“This should hold the bleeding for now,” the younger boy announced as he finished up the banding, “You need proper treatment. Go see the doctor later.”
“I don’t want to,” Yoochun whined as he tugged onto Junsu’s shirt childishly, “I want to go for dinner.”
“I am going to bring you to the doctor whether you like it or not. We can go for dinner after that.”
Yoochun let the grin take control of his face, delighted that they would be spending even more time together. Nodding a bit too ecstatically, he got to his feet and moved to sit right beside Junsu.
The two sat in comfortable silence as they attended to the sounds of the teeming rain.
“Yoochun, I’m cold,” Junsu whispered bashfully as he started playing with his own fingers. Yoochun had deduced that it was a habit of his lover whenever he was shy or embarrassed, which when amalgamated with his pink cheeks, always turned out to be the most adorable picture in the world.
“I think that’s just an excuse to get close to me,” Yoochun teased, putting his arm around Junsu anyway.
“It is,” Junsu grinned, cuddling into the warmth contentedly.
Yoochun enjoyed the proximity quietly. If only time could come to a stop. All he wanted was to hold Junsu for as long as he lived. The only one who had broken his strongest belief, the belief that forever did not exist.
For then, he was quite sure- no, beat that- he was definite, that his love for Junsu was ceaseless; incessant; eternal; forever. His life would be at its end, should Junsu ever decide to leave him; that was how vital that angel was.
As minutes passed, the rain began to cease, and the white clouds made way to uncover the lovely blue sky.
“Why did you dash onto the road just now?” Yoochun rebuked softly, “You could have lost your life.”
Junsu pouted at the sudden reprimand, before reaching into his pocket resentfully. Opening his palm, a wet black ring was revealed, “I threw it away. And then I regretted.”
Yoochun was speechless, his heart somersaulting behind his torso. Closing Junsu’s palm, he pulled the younger man closer, kissing him ever-so-lightly on the forehead.
“Yoochun,” Junsu pulled away and stuffed the ring into Yoochun’s palm, “Can you put it on for me?”
Yoochun chuckled, enclosing the ring in his fist, “Say ‘I love you Chunnie’ two hundred times.”
“What?! Then return it to me!”
“Not until I hear my two hundred lines!” Yoochun slyly slid the ring into his pocket. Standing up swiftly, he dashed out of the shelter to feel the glimpsing sun rays.
“Yah! My ring!”
“Follow me!”
“Return me my ring!!”
“Slow coach!”
“Help! That thief stole my ring! Somebody arrest him!”
“What!? No! I’m his boyfriend!” Yoochun shouted to the old lady in his way, only to be stopped in front of her. Junsu caught up, panting, and Yoochun held his hand at once, proving his point to the elderly, who seemed all prepared to hit the ‘thief’ with her umbrella.
“I’m his boyfriend!” he announced again when a bus drove by, the confused passengers rather shocked by the madman shouting and Junsu covering his face with both hands in embarrassment.
/
“I’m Junsu’s boyfrie…”
Junsu covered Yoochun’s mouth before the sentence was completed. Looking up at the amused nurse, he answered the question for the struggling man, “Park Yoochun. We got into an accident and he grazed his arm rather badly.”
The nurse smiled, “Take a seat.”
Quickly thanking the nurse, Junsu dragged Yoochun to the waiting area. Seeing that they were alone, he removed his hand from Yoochun’s mouth, only to regret it instantaneously.
“Why didn’t you let me tell the nurse!? Yah! Are you interested in her?! I’m supposed to be the only one you should be interested in!”
Junsu placed his hand back onto Yoochun’s mouth, putting an immediate stop to the unpleasantly loud sounds that were destroying the peace of the clinic. “Yoochun,” he stated calmly, “The nurse asked for your name and what happened. That, is a completely different thing from how you’re related to me. Do you get it?”
“No…” Yoochun shook his head as his muffled reply escaped from behind Junsu’s palm, “Nil rar mar roy van…”
“Really? Roy bought a new van? I prefer your limo though.” Junsu giggled, still refusing to let Yoochun go.
Finally, Yoochun pulled Junsu’s hand away and held it in his own’s, “I like letting the whole world know that we’re together. You know, to fend off any more doctors who actually think they can be your dance date.”
“Chunnie, you know my date is you and will only be you.”
Yoochun bit his lip while his head spun. Junsu was using ‘Chunnie’ as and when he liked it, usually spurs of the moment, and making his unprepared heart skip every time he did it. His heart raised a white flag as he sighed in defeat, “My heart is yours and will only be yours.”
Junsu chuckled, “Anyway, I suggest we get you a full body check up. Your head needs it especially. The sanity part.”
“Full body? Sounds great! Are you the checker?”
“Yah!” Before Junsu could start blushing and hit -or maybe flirt- with Yoochun, his phone started to ring. Yoochun grinned upon hearing it being the same ringtone as his own’s, although he didn’t know who DBSK really was.
“Junsu is so inconsiderate. You’re disturbing the other patients!” Yoochun joshed, only to be ignored by Junsu who didn’t think he had the right to say anything.
Picking up the phone hurriedly, Junsu’s eyes widened upon seeing the caller’s ID.
“HYUKIE!” Junsu squealed aloud, surprising Yoochun out of the blue. He softened his voice immediately upon seeing the nurse look up. “You’re back? You slave! I miss you so much!”
Yoochun frowned. He didn’t like Junsu ‘missing you so much’, not when ‘you’ did not refer to him. His mind then wondered off to what ‘slave’ implied, and it became worse when something naughty emerged in his head.
Seeing Junsu in such high spirits talking to another dampened his as a substitute. To his relief, Junsu abruptly ended his conversation when the doctor called for his turn.
/
“Who was that?” Yoochun asked, holding Junsu’s hand as they exited the clinic. They had finally dried up from the rain earlier on. A nurse had kindly lent them two towels, of which Yoochun had dirtied one on purpose so that he could get to share the remaining one with Junsu.
The doctor had also re-bandaged Yoochun’s arm with much resistance from the patient, and it was not until Junsu had to divert Yoochun’s attention by stroking his hand did the struggles come to an end.
“Who was who?” Junsu interweaved his fingers with Yoochun’s playfully, tangling them into a bundle of love.
“Whoever you were talking to just now.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes.”
The short and honest reply made Junsu giggle like a silly kitten, putting an involuntary smile on Yoochun’ face as well.
“Eunhyuk. He’s my best friend since forever. We went abroad to different countries few years ago and hardly met up then. Now he’s back in Korea too!”
“Best friend?”
“Something like… you and Changmin.”
“Yeah right,” Yoochun pushed back the urge to scowl upon recalling Changmin’s phone call the day before.
/Flashback
“What do you want?” Yoochun greeted the caller his usual way the moment he answered the phone.
“Hey hyung!” Changmin’s bright enthusiastic voice screamed into his ear.
“Give me a break,” Yoochun sighed unpleasantly. “Your log cake is only arriving tomorrow afternoon.”
“Actually, it’s about that chicken farm you gave me. I was just wondering if I can have it, you know, upgraded.”
“Look. You have three minutes to elaborate about what you're talking about.”
“Like replace those shacks with temperature regulated penthouses. They say hens only lay eggs above forty five degrees. Oh and the chicken feed, I think organic seeds will be good. Vitamins and…”
Yoochun rolled his eyes listening to Changmin’s passionate fowl talk. Tapping his foot impatiently, he quietly waited for the other to stop, knowing that it’d be pointless to try and interrupt.
“… I’m telling you those chickens are hell sexy. The last time I visited them, they even clucked my name! It was like a ‘cluck… cluck-cluck’! Did you hear it! You gotta feel the beat, hyung. Come on, say it with me! Cluck, cluck-cluck. How hot is that?”
“Right,” Yoochun sighed. “Those hotties are gonna end up along your intestines anyway.”
“That, hyung, will not be of your concern. So, about the refurbishing?”
“I’ll send my contractor over. You can do whatever you want to the farm. And…”
“And you’ll pay? I knew it. Hyung you’re the best! I love you so so so much, maybe not as much as those chicken babes, but at least more than hotcakes. Okay I’m lying. Fine, you can be after hotcakes. Oh I forgot about pizzas and egg ta…”
Yoochun slammed the phone shut at the end of three minutes, least interested in his position in the jackass's heart. After all, Changmin was not Junsu.
/End flashback
Junsu chuckled, “Anyway, I’ll be meeting up with Eunhyuk for tea tomorrow.”
“I’m coming too!” Yoochun added immediately. Good job, now he 's jealous of his lover's best friend. And he hadn't even met the person yet.
“No! Eunhyuk’s gonna feel so left out!” Junsu protested with a pout.
"I'll bring someone!"
"Your friends don't even know Eunhyuk. Nobody will want to come."
"Oh yeah?" Yoochun leered as a candidate came to his mind. "Trust me. I know this jackass who's going to be more than willing to come along with us."
//
Genre: Romance {Yaoi}, Drama.
Characters: Yoochun, Junsu, Changmin.
Pairing: Yoochun & Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Kim Junsu, a professor who has yet to turn twenty one, 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: Jo I miss you~!
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
12: Deadly Resuscitation
Chapter 13: Offroad Trust
“Hey Yoochun.”
The said man turned around, only to be riled by who had called for him, “What do you want?”
“Well, I was just wondering if you’ve considered my offer,” Keita laid a hand on Yoochun’s shoulder, only to be roughly shrugged away that instant.
Yoochun frowned and walked away. He was not going to hear any more of the doctor's revolting treats.
“Junsu’s a great kisser.”
Yoochun felt the conflagration rose in him. Gritting his teeth hard, he marched right back and pulled Keita hard by his collar, “Do not touch him.” The warning came merciless and the point self emphasized.
“It’s either his body or your money.”
Yoochun hit the roof, throwing a ruthless fist straight into Keita’s face, “JUNSU IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE TRADED WITH FUCKING MONEY!”
Keita strained his neck, the cloth of his collar still clenched in the taller man’s left hand. “How heroic, Yoochun. But guess what? Junsu tasted so magnificent in my mouth…”
Yoochun did not give Keita a chance to continue that corrupted sentence of his, as another callous blow went soaring towards the doctor’s cheek. Benevolence be damned.
“SON OF A BITCH!” Yoochun flung the blatant man onto the hard ground, his tight fist bleeding from scratching Keita’s teeth, “You leave Junsu alone!”
Keita smirked, “Help me with that.”
/
Junsu pushed open the door and entered his office. Taking a quick glance at his watch, it was a quarter before five. Fifteen meetings to meeting his lover, Junsu mused with anticipation. Humming a soft melody, he started searching for his documents.
It was then he heard voices from the corridor. They sounded very much like whispers, guilt ridden ones. “I’m not the only one?” Junsu wondered. It was rare to have teachers around in school at that time.
Stacking the two found files on his neat desk, Junsu stood behind the door and peered out of his office.
“Here’s the money,” the school dean handed a brown envelope to the lady by her side.
Junsu knitted his brows in confusion, “What are they doing here?”
The principal took the envelope and opened it. Extracting a cheque, she smiled at the intrepid amount signed.
“We’ll split the money,” she grinned in satisfaction, folding the cheque and keeping it back into the packet.
“Of course. As for Kim Junsu?” the dean asked. The professor looked up, surprised upon hearing his own name.
“What did Park Yoochun say?”
“Let him go.”
“And the missing documents?” the principal questioned.
“Who cares? He gave us the money.”
Junsu’s eyes widened. What did they mean? Did they think that he had stolen those documents? Slamming the door open violently, Junsu dashed out from his office. Scurrying towards the two surprised women, he snatched the envelope from the protesting principal and pulled out the content.
There it was. Yoochun’s signature - he clearly recognised the scribble.
Junsu could barely believe his eyes. Tearing the cheque into half, he threw it harshly onto the floor. The two concerned superiors shrieked, squatting down to pick up the torn pieces anxiously.
Junsu ran. He trembled as his legs brought him further. His head started to ache as he tried to put pieces right. Yoochun had bribed the upper management into letting him off for something he had not done. He was now carrying a blame he should not even be associated with.
What pained him more was that Yoochun did not trust him. His lover had actually thought that he had committed such a crime .
Turning round a corner, Junsu crashed into another body. Opportunely, a pair of arms caught him before he fell.
“Junsu.”
“Keita…” Junsu backed away. He had not gotten over what happened two days ago.
“Junsu, I won’t touch you. Just… just listen to what I have to say,” Keita retreated a few steps, “I-I’m really sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. I guess my liking for you got over my head at that time. I’m sorry.”
“It’s… It’s alright.”
“I can leave the school if you don’t want to see me anymore.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m fine,” Junsu lied.
“Really? You don’t hate me or anything?”
“No.”
Keita grinned, “Friends?”
Junsu hesitated shortly, before nodding uncertainly.
“Thanks,” Keita smiled.
Junsu nodded again, before turning to walk away. He had enough to be disturbed for. However, the doctor stopped him before he could proceed further.
“Junsu,” Taking out a folded cheque, he handed it to the confused man. “Return this to Yoochun, I am not selling our friendship.”
“What?” Junsu stared at the fouled paper on his palm in disbelief. A hasty gush of rage and hatred for that one stupid cheque triggered tears in his eyes.
“He gave money to me - wait, no - to the entire staff body to let you go.”
“Let me go?”
“For the stolen documents. But I know it’s not you. Is there some misunderstanding between you and Yoochun? Maybe you should tell him, Junsu? That you didn’t do it.”
Junsu bit his lip and asked softly, his moist eyes gazing into space, “He bribed the entire school staff?”
“I can’t believe he did that either. I guess that’s what people do when they’re rich huh?” Keita shook his head.
Junsu took a deep breath. His heart stabbed by every word from Keita.
Seemingly unconcerned by the hurt in Junsu’s face, the doctor smiled before turning to walk away, “I’ll see you around.”
/
Junsu dragged his feet towards the entrance of the University building. Everything replayed in his head, repeatedly, continually, painfully. The cheque in his fist was tight against the skin of his palm, and against his heart.
“Juntaro!! You are late by two minutes and forty seven seconds!”
Junsu stopped and looked up. Yoochun was there, grinning like the happiest person in the world and waiting by a tree. Junsu wondered what hid behind that smile.
“Where’re your documents?” Yoochun asked as he approached the professor.
Junsu remained silent, looking deep into Yoochun’s eyes, as though searching for something.
“Now baby. I’m fully aware at the fact that your boyfriend is hot but you don’t have to stare at him like that,” Yoochun teased. “Come on let’s go. Looks like it’s going to rain soon. I didn’t bring my car so we’ll just have to walk.”
However Junsu stood rooted to the ground, his eyes still focused on Yoochun.
Sensing something amiss, Yoochun walked to the static man and held his hand, “Junsu, what’s wrong?”
“Yoochun, what is this?” Junsu handed Yoochun the crumpled paper clenched in his fist.
Yoochun straightened the paper in Junsu’s hand. His jaws fell upon seeing a cheque that he had signed just a few hours ago.
“How did this get to you?” Yoochun asked, looking up at Junsu. His eyes widened at shock when he saw tears forming in the other’s.
“Junsu! Junsu what happened?” Yoochun panicked. He threw the cheque aside, his hands grabbing the tearing man instead.
“Why did you do it?” Junsu coughed.
“What?!”
“WHY DID YOU BRIBE THEM?” Junsu shouted. “Why did you bribe the management into letting me off for stealing the documents! Why did you even think that I did it!?”
“Who told you that?” Yoochun breathed hard. His hands released Junsu, falling mournfully back to his sides.
“Why!” Junsu bawled, his voice muffled in sniffs.
“It’s Keita isn’t it?” Yoochun looked at the ground, his teeth now clamped together.
“Why don’t you trust me?”
“WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME!?” Yoochun yelled before turning to walk away, his mind whirling in frustration.
Yoochun clenched his fist as he left Junsu crying alone. He was mad. Not at Junsu, but himself. His stupidity to fall for Keita's scam.
Two cheques. Yoochun signed that rogue two bloody cheques to protect Junsu and their relationship, only to have hurt both parties all the more.
/
Thunder roared, and rain started to fall. It was as though heaven was ridiculing the broken couple.
Junsu collapsed onto the ground as he watched Yoochun disappear behind a corner.
Tears trickled down his cheeks and fell onto the back of his hand. Junsu felt the band around his finger start to wet. He wasn’t sure if it was his tears or the rain.
Removing the black ring from his finger, Junsu impulsively threw it away from him. The ring hit the ground with a soft clink and continued rolling further…
/Flashback
“Oh, the words that were supposed to be engraved are here,” Yoochun said when he noticed the man looking for something in the ring.
Junsu looked up, only to see Yoochun holding a lighted firework stick.
“Look carefully. I’m only going to write this once.”
Yoochun then began to pen the message in the air.
“I… Circle… U…?” Junsu blinked confusedly at the disappearing figures.
“Yah! That was supposed to be a heart!” Yoochun yelled and redrew the shape in the middle.
/End flashback
…Junsu watched as the ring stopped in the middle of the road. Regretting his actions immediately, he stood up hurriedly to retrieve his ring.
Several things happened in the next instant.
Dashing onto the road, Junsu didn’t notice a car veer around the corner, its wheels screeching loudly, and hurtling right at him. It was only when the car horned when Junsu looked up from where he was crouching.
Time froze then. Junsu clutched tight onto the ring as a jolt ran through him, something like fear mixed with a strong sense that the entire course of his life had just shifted. His life literally flashed before his eyes.
Suddenly a body came dashing over Junsu, hugging him tight and pulling him along. Junsu could feel the other using his own body to armour Junsu as they collided together onto the slippery road, with one hand shielding Junsu’s head. The force sent them rolling all the way back onto the sidewalk.
The car sped past, its brazen driver totally unconcerned about the accident that almost happened.
/
A pair of strong arms crutched Junsu to a shelter nearby, sitting him against the wall.
“What did you think you were doing?!”
Junsu rubbed his eyes, for the rain water dripping from his hair was getting into his view. He then opened them to look at his saviour, only to break into tears straight away.
“Oh god! Why are you crying? Are you hurt?!” The concern in Yoochun’s voice was bitingly evident as he fretfully checked Junsu’s body for cuts, paying no attention to his own lesions.
Burying his head into Yoochun’s chest, Junsu asked between sobs, “Why did you come back?”
“I was hungry. You promised to eat dinner with me.” Yoochun wrapped his arms around Junsu, fondling his back to calm the boy down. He had returned because he wanted to let Junsu know that he trusted him, and he wanted Junsu to do the same.
As if he had heard the unvoiced words, Junsu gripped onto Yoochun’s drenched shirt and said, “I trust you.” It was soft but Yoochun heard it well.
Junsu did not have to contemplate who he should believe in. Yoochun had just snatched him from the hands of death. Those accusations at his lover just did not make sense anymore.
Suddenly he caught eye of the red ocean blending into the wetness on Yoochun’s arm, “Yoochun, you are bleeding!”
Yoochun grinned in amusement as an anxious Junsu grabbed his arm and began cleaning it with his sleeve, least bothered by the blood staining his clothe. Pulling the scarf off Yoochun’s neck, he started to dress the wound.
“Hey, that’s branded!” Yoochun protested.
“Be quiet or I’ll bandage your mouth together with it,” Junsu replied, continuing the wrapping. Yoochun smiled inwardly, secretly pleased with his new discovery of Junsu knowing first aid. He watched as Junsu did it patiently and gently, trying his best not to hurt Yoochun in the process.
“This should hold the bleeding for now,” the younger boy announced as he finished up the banding, “You need proper treatment. Go see the doctor later.”
“I don’t want to,” Yoochun whined as he tugged onto Junsu’s shirt childishly, “I want to go for dinner.”
“I am going to bring you to the doctor whether you like it or not. We can go for dinner after that.”
Yoochun let the grin take control of his face, delighted that they would be spending even more time together. Nodding a bit too ecstatically, he got to his feet and moved to sit right beside Junsu.
The two sat in comfortable silence as they attended to the sounds of the teeming rain.
“Yoochun, I’m cold,” Junsu whispered bashfully as he started playing with his own fingers. Yoochun had deduced that it was a habit of his lover whenever he was shy or embarrassed, which when amalgamated with his pink cheeks, always turned out to be the most adorable picture in the world.
“I think that’s just an excuse to get close to me,” Yoochun teased, putting his arm around Junsu anyway.
“It is,” Junsu grinned, cuddling into the warmth contentedly.
Yoochun enjoyed the proximity quietly. If only time could come to a stop. All he wanted was to hold Junsu for as long as he lived. The only one who had broken his strongest belief, the belief that forever did not exist.
For then, he was quite sure- no, beat that- he was definite, that his love for Junsu was ceaseless; incessant; eternal; forever. His life would be at its end, should Junsu ever decide to leave him; that was how vital that angel was.
As minutes passed, the rain began to cease, and the white clouds made way to uncover the lovely blue sky.
“Why did you dash onto the road just now?” Yoochun rebuked softly, “You could have lost your life.”
Junsu pouted at the sudden reprimand, before reaching into his pocket resentfully. Opening his palm, a wet black ring was revealed, “I threw it away. And then I regretted.”
Yoochun was speechless, his heart somersaulting behind his torso. Closing Junsu’s palm, he pulled the younger man closer, kissing him ever-so-lightly on the forehead.
“Yoochun,” Junsu pulled away and stuffed the ring into Yoochun’s palm, “Can you put it on for me?”
Yoochun chuckled, enclosing the ring in his fist, “Say ‘I love you Chunnie’ two hundred times.”
“What?! Then return it to me!”
“Not until I hear my two hundred lines!” Yoochun slyly slid the ring into his pocket. Standing up swiftly, he dashed out of the shelter to feel the glimpsing sun rays.
“Yah! My ring!”
“Follow me!”
“Return me my ring!!”
“Slow coach!”
“Help! That thief stole my ring! Somebody arrest him!”
“What!? No! I’m his boyfriend!” Yoochun shouted to the old lady in his way, only to be stopped in front of her. Junsu caught up, panting, and Yoochun held his hand at once, proving his point to the elderly, who seemed all prepared to hit the ‘thief’ with her umbrella.
“I’m his boyfriend!” he announced again when a bus drove by, the confused passengers rather shocked by the madman shouting and Junsu covering his face with both hands in embarrassment.
/
“I’m Junsu’s boyfrie…”
Junsu covered Yoochun’s mouth before the sentence was completed. Looking up at the amused nurse, he answered the question for the struggling man, “Park Yoochun. We got into an accident and he grazed his arm rather badly.”
The nurse smiled, “Take a seat.”
Quickly thanking the nurse, Junsu dragged Yoochun to the waiting area. Seeing that they were alone, he removed his hand from Yoochun’s mouth, only to regret it instantaneously.
“Why didn’t you let me tell the nurse!? Yah! Are you interested in her?! I’m supposed to be the only one you should be interested in!”
Junsu placed his hand back onto Yoochun’s mouth, putting an immediate stop to the unpleasantly loud sounds that were destroying the peace of the clinic. “Yoochun,” he stated calmly, “The nurse asked for your name and what happened. That, is a completely different thing from how you’re related to me. Do you get it?”
“No…” Yoochun shook his head as his muffled reply escaped from behind Junsu’s palm, “Nil rar mar roy van…”
“Really? Roy bought a new van? I prefer your limo though.” Junsu giggled, still refusing to let Yoochun go.
Finally, Yoochun pulled Junsu’s hand away and held it in his own’s, “I like letting the whole world know that we’re together. You know, to fend off any more doctors who actually think they can be your dance date.”
“Chunnie, you know my date is you and will only be you.”
Yoochun bit his lip while his head spun. Junsu was using ‘Chunnie’ as and when he liked it, usually spurs of the moment, and making his unprepared heart skip every time he did it. His heart raised a white flag as he sighed in defeat, “My heart is yours and will only be yours.”
Junsu chuckled, “Anyway, I suggest we get you a full body check up. Your head needs it especially. The sanity part.”
“Full body? Sounds great! Are you the checker?”
“Yah!” Before Junsu could start blushing and hit -or maybe flirt- with Yoochun, his phone started to ring. Yoochun grinned upon hearing it being the same ringtone as his own’s, although he didn’t know who DBSK really was.
“Junsu is so inconsiderate. You’re disturbing the other patients!” Yoochun joshed, only to be ignored by Junsu who didn’t think he had the right to say anything.
Picking up the phone hurriedly, Junsu’s eyes widened upon seeing the caller’s ID.
“HYUKIE!” Junsu squealed aloud, surprising Yoochun out of the blue. He softened his voice immediately upon seeing the nurse look up. “You’re back? You slave! I miss you so much!”
Yoochun frowned. He didn’t like Junsu ‘missing you so much’, not when ‘you’ did not refer to him. His mind then wondered off to what ‘slave’ implied, and it became worse when something naughty emerged in his head.
Seeing Junsu in such high spirits talking to another dampened his as a substitute. To his relief, Junsu abruptly ended his conversation when the doctor called for his turn.
/
“Who was that?” Yoochun asked, holding Junsu’s hand as they exited the clinic. They had finally dried up from the rain earlier on. A nurse had kindly lent them two towels, of which Yoochun had dirtied one on purpose so that he could get to share the remaining one with Junsu.
The doctor had also re-bandaged Yoochun’s arm with much resistance from the patient, and it was not until Junsu had to divert Yoochun’s attention by stroking his hand did the struggles come to an end.
“Who was who?” Junsu interweaved his fingers with Yoochun’s playfully, tangling them into a bundle of love.
“Whoever you were talking to just now.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes.”
The short and honest reply made Junsu giggle like a silly kitten, putting an involuntary smile on Yoochun’ face as well.
“Eunhyuk. He’s my best friend since forever. We went abroad to different countries few years ago and hardly met up then. Now he’s back in Korea too!”
“Best friend?”
“Something like… you and Changmin.”
“Yeah right,” Yoochun pushed back the urge to scowl upon recalling Changmin’s phone call the day before.
/Flashback
“What do you want?” Yoochun greeted the caller his usual way the moment he answered the phone.
“Hey hyung!” Changmin’s bright enthusiastic voice screamed into his ear.
“Give me a break,” Yoochun sighed unpleasantly. “Your log cake is only arriving tomorrow afternoon.”
“Actually, it’s about that chicken farm you gave me. I was just wondering if I can have it, you know, upgraded.”
“Look. You have three minutes to elaborate about what you're talking about.”
“Like replace those shacks with temperature regulated penthouses. They say hens only lay eggs above forty five degrees. Oh and the chicken feed, I think organic seeds will be good. Vitamins and…”
Yoochun rolled his eyes listening to Changmin’s passionate fowl talk. Tapping his foot impatiently, he quietly waited for the other to stop, knowing that it’d be pointless to try and interrupt.
“… I’m telling you those chickens are hell sexy. The last time I visited them, they even clucked my name! It was like a ‘cluck… cluck-cluck’! Did you hear it! You gotta feel the beat, hyung. Come on, say it with me! Cluck, cluck-cluck. How hot is that?”
“Right,” Yoochun sighed. “Those hotties are gonna end up along your intestines anyway.”
“That, hyung, will not be of your concern. So, about the refurbishing?”
“I’ll send my contractor over. You can do whatever you want to the farm. And…”
“And you’ll pay? I knew it. Hyung you’re the best! I love you so so so much, maybe not as much as those chicken babes, but at least more than hotcakes. Okay I’m lying. Fine, you can be after hotcakes. Oh I forgot about pizzas and egg ta…”
Yoochun slammed the phone shut at the end of three minutes, least interested in his position in the jackass's heart. After all, Changmin was not Junsu.
/End flashback
Junsu chuckled, “Anyway, I’ll be meeting up with Eunhyuk for tea tomorrow.”
“I’m coming too!” Yoochun added immediately. Good job, now he 's jealous of his lover's best friend. And he hadn't even met the person yet.
“No! Eunhyuk’s gonna feel so left out!” Junsu protested with a pout.
"I'll bring someone!"
"Your friends don't even know Eunhyuk. Nobody will want to come."
"Oh yeah?" Yoochun leered as a candidate came to his mind. "Trust me. I know this jackass who's going to be more than willing to come along with us."
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