~ How do we escape, yet live our lives? ~ Chapter 4 ~ Meetings ~
How do we escape, yet live our lives?
Author: Spudacus
Length: Chaptered Fic ~ Chapter 4 Of??? ~
Rating: NC17/18 - (sexual content & language)
Pairings: JaeHo/YoonJae, YooSu, ChangTa/KeiMin, MIN7EN, Min/Siwon, Min/Heechul and Siwon/Heechul also Others Possibly.
Genre: Everything, Love, life, romance, lust, sex, violence, light drug addiction, like a drama I suppose.
Summary: omg I don’t know what to say really! :D , this is basically about the boys and their lives etc and their problems and all that, a bit like a drama/soap! :D
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys, nor do they know I am writing this and I wish I did own them Hahaha lol *dirty/naughty mind takes over lol*
I hope you all like this, I’m quite excited about it! :D please tell me what you think! :D thank you! :D ENJOY!
~ Prologue ~
~ Chapter 1 ~
~ Chapter 2 ~
~ Chapter 3 ~ THE LOSS OF ME ~
CHAPTER 4 ~ Meetings ~
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The phone rang loudly in Jun Ki’s slender hands, he didn’t recognise the number, but eventually answered it after pulling his car over and taking off his seatbelt, “Yoboseyo, nuguseyo?….Oh Kim Jaejoong, what’s wrong? Have you been crying?..............Ahh I see I will be there to pick you up in a little while, just wait there okay, and keep wrapped-up. Annyong!”.
Jun-Ki put away his phone, put his seatbelt back on, did a u-turn in the road and sped off after a lonesome and helpless Jaejoong.
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He awoke with a thumping headache, his hands all red and his arms pulsing with a dull ache.
He remembered what he had done the night before, he sat up in his scarlet walled bedroom and tried his best to stretch. He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty and disgusted at himself for everything he was thinking, feeling, doing and wanting.
He knew not where to look for any sort of salvation, he couldn’t just turn his back on his religion yet he could not deny his own self.
Junsu looked at his little black bedside clock and saw the time, “OMO! I need to go and meet Mr Park today! Aigoo! pal…pa…pally!” he rushed around his house as quick as it was humanly possible to do so to get dressed, ‘make himself up’ and make a cheese and ham sandwich to eat on the journey there. He grabbed up his stuff and his bag, luckily his ‘essential items’ were already in his bag and he went off to get the bus.
Junsu was riding the bus to the office of the Musical arts, dreading and yet exited about his meeting with Mr Park Yoochun, he was embarrassed and slightly angry at the thought of him getting hard at his picture, he shook his prettily spiky head and pushed any undesirable thoughts and feelings to the back of his mind and tried to forget about them.
He pressed the red button to stop the bus, then he hoped off after gathering up all of his belongings, he patted his left breast-pocket which held his neat and cute business cards, he smiled sweetly to the world in general and made his way towards the grand old building near to him and made a bee line for the reception desk.
The pretty receptionist looked up and her jaw immediately fell open at the sight of a very cute young Junsu, “he…hello there, how may I help you?” she could barely get that line out, but managed to regain her composure.
“Hello there! My name is Kim Junsu, I have an appointment with Mr Park Yoochun!” this all came out in such a cute-little-excited-boy way, that the young woman had to laugh lightly at his enthusiastic ness.
“Ahh right I see, well then Mr Kim, you should take a seat over there and wait until I call you, please, thank you” as she spoke her arm came out, as if from nowhere and pointed at a couple of lines of multi-coloured leather chairs with the obligatory coffee table, complete with magazines, music ones though in this case. He turned back to her after looking at the chairs and nodded eagerly, he then wandered off to the chairs and proceeded to sit down.
A few minutes passed and then the secretary’s voice called out to Junsu, telling him that he may go through the doors on the right and meet Mr Park. Junsu jumped up smoothed his hair and then went into the room.
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TIME: 1:00
PLACE: Seoul Central Plaza Square*
WHO: Changmin Shim supposed to be meeting Heechul Kim.
Changmin always arrived at places 10 minutes early and he just sat down on the rounded white stone fountain in the centre of the square. He was surrounded by people, plants, flowers, benches, grass, trees and various market stalls.
Then just as Changmin started to get bored he heard the pitched tones of Heechul approaching, he turned and got up he looked into the face of a very cute and handsome stranger who was smiling sweetly with dimples.
Now Changmin had always considered himself fairly easy because he always wanted sex.
Heechul’s face then bounced into view, he was clutching at both boys arms and he was jabbering about something to Changmin, “Changmin-ah! This is my new boyfriend, he is called Siwon Choi! What do you think? He is hot right!? Are you jealous!?”
To this Changmin just humoured him as usual and nodded to the evil Cinderella, “its very nice to meet you Siwon” “yes it is very pleasurable to meet you at last Changmin, I have heard so much about you”
“Come on then lets eat, I'm starving”
They all set off in the general direction of some of the restaurant/food stalls and much to Heechul’s annoyance the other two boys were walking very close to each other in front and deep in convocation, he had to admit that they did look good together though.
‘arrrggh why can’t Changmin be jealous of me, us and then just come in and take me off and fuck me silly!’ he thought to himself, the selfish princess began to formulate more plans to get himself to be bedded by Changmin, in his mind so many plans were being made and then unmade in an instant, it hurt him though to see Changmin smiling at some other boy and not at him.
The boy was quite twisted, his scheming would one day go wrong or be just too sick.
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Yoochun was sitting in his office eyeing his Anti-Depressants, just staring at them, he felt compelled to take one, as he had an appointment with some young man that day.
He shrugged and thought nothing of taking one so he leaned over and removed the lid to the small bottle. He then shook one out and popped it into his mouth and took a gulp of ice water in a highly stylistic glass, which was sitting on the side of his neat mahogany desk and swallowed the bitter pill.
His office was clear, clean and spacious, with a large packed bookshelf, the room also contained, a television, surround sound system, a medium sized mahogany desk in front of the large windows, he also had a few files and his computer sitting on opposing sides of it. There was a medium sized piano not far from the door, and situated in front of the television were a couple of soft chairs and table.
He sat back in his chair while his stereo system played some of the latest music and soothed his tired ears, he could feel, after a while, all of his sadness, pain, needs, wants, his thoughts and feelings start to drift off and away from him. They seemed to melt away like ice in heat.
He began to feel happier and more confident. He could remember a time when he last felt like that, it was a long time ago and now he felt on top of the world, a big smile plastered itself across Yoochun’s flirty face.
He turned off his music and turned his TV onto the old entertainment programmes from the UK, The Crystal Maze was on at that time and he always loved watching that show, he often wondered why today’s programming never seems to be as good as it was ‘back in the day’.
Suddenly his phone cum intercom machine bleeped incessantly and he reached over and picked up the receiver, “hello Mr Park, your appointment has arrived here, his name is Kim Junsu” “Ahh right I see thank you, send him in please” “yes sir”.
Yoochun turned off the television and had some more water.
He sat and waited for this Mr Kim to enter.
A few moments later a cuter than cute young man entered the room and he flashed Yoochun one of the happiest and purest smiles he had ever seen, Yoochun was blinded by this vision before him.
He managed to close his jaw and stood up to greet his guest, “he...Hello there, I am Park Yoochun, pleased to meet you please take a seat over here” to that Junsu replied, “h…hello I am Kim Junsu, thank you for meeting with me”.
They smiled sweetly at each other, they then sat down and Yoochun called for some tea to be brought out for them both, he then turned to Junsu, “so you wish to have some support in helping to make you a singer-songwriter-dancer…yes?”
“Umm yes, yes I would, I mean I do, yes please, thank you!” Junsu was stuttering all over his words and was getting quite hyper.
He felt all weird inside and he had never felt like this before……..did he like Yoochun, his heat already knew the answer yet his heart knew it already but his head didn’t want to realise it.
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Yunho had meet up with Siwon and went into central Seoul to do some shopping, Siwon could see that he was distracted. “Yah! Yunho! Are you okay? What’s up? You haven’t been here with me all day!”
“Oh its okay Siwon I’m okay, I will need to talk to you and tell you something tomorrow though if that’s okay with you?” “Ummm yes, sure it is anything! Okay! Oh hey it’s getting closer to 1 o’clock I have to go buddy, I will tell you how it all goes tomorrow then, see ya!”
“Okay then cool, se you then!” Yunho called out as Siwon went running after the bus that had just stopped.
It was funny to watch him do that, as he always went after the busses like they did in those K-dramas and K-films, like ‘omo! The bus! The bus is here! Omo!’
He smiled and carried on walking with his bags to the nearest park bench and sat down to watch the people going about their business, he felt the now familiar pull in his chest, he wanted to cry then for some reason.
He just sat there and let any tars that formed fall into his cupped hands, they looked like unicorn’s tears to Yunho. He just sat there quietly sobbing and thinking about, love, life, the universe and everything. Would he ever meet a love for him?
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END OF CHAPTER 4 ~ Meetings ~
A/N: I made a mistake with Yoochun’s prescription, it should have been ANTI-DEPRESSANTS sorry to everyone, but I will now call them anti-depressants okay! :D
*Btw I don’t know if this place exists or not but umm yeah hehe anyway.
Ohhh AND!! Did you lot spot that I linked up all of their parts with meetings? Hehehe they all met or said something to do with meeting! :D Hehehe
NEXT CHAPTER will be back to a mix of them all fairly equally and I know this one is quite long but I wanted to get at least a little bit to do with each of them in here! :D I hope you all liked reading this! :D
Sorry it’s a little long aswell! :D