Bruised Chapter 6
Title: Bruised
Pairing: Yoochun x Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They will never be mine unless I manage to find a way to kidnap them and hide them in my closet 8D
Genre: AU, angst, drama, romance
Length: Chaptered
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, violence, abuse
Summary: Junsu's life has been a mess since his parents divorced two years ago. When it seems like there's no more hope left for his future, Yoochun appears into his life. Will Yoochun be able to change Junsu's lifestyle? Or will his good intentions lead into even worse things for Junsu?
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5
Chapter 6
He could hear them. They were talking so loud, arguing just like in the past. The voices were screaming, voices drenched with hurt and selfishness, voices pronouncing hurtful words meant to pierce through the one they were yelled at. Junsu squeezed his eyes shut, tears slipping from beneath his eyelashes, the tears of weakness leaving a trail of pain behind. He didn’t want to hear, he didn’t want to hear any of it.
He didn’t want to hear his parents argue ever again. And yet, they were here. In the living room. Arguing again… And again, they were arguing about him. Junsu could imagine their faces, his mother’s face painted with helplessness and hurt while his father would try to keep his face as emotionless as possible, his expression dark and hard.
The screaming voices didn’t seem to stop. Every word… he could hear every word cutting through the tense air, words following each other until they blended into a confusing tornado. Lying on his bed, he tried to shut his brain off from his surroundings but unfortunately, he failed miserably. The screaming, the cracking voices, the tears hidden in every word, the loud pounding… this scene was so familiar. Yet, it was something he never wanted to experience again.
“Jung Hwa, just listen to me,” Junsu heard the soft voice of his mother pleading. He could imagine her delicate hands, trembling as they reached out to grasp the soft fabric of his father’s shirt. He could imagine her big, brown doe eyes looking at her ex-husband, her gaze pleading and innocent. He could imagine her mouth, her lips slightly quivering as if on the verge of crying. He could imagine every single thing, every little detail as he had experienced this many times in the past.
“No, you listen to me,” the voice of his father was loud and angry, causing Junsu to flinch when he imagined his father’s face. “You’re not going to take him from me. You’re not going to take every. single. thing. from me! You want to break me? YOU WANT TO SEE ME DESTROYED? Little bitch, I knew you were like this. Two-faced monster. IF YOU WANT TO GO TO THE FUCKING STATES, THEN GO. NOBODY IS HOLDING YOU BACK. Don’t pretend you still care for Junsu… we all know how hard you ran away the moment the lawsuit was over, not once looking back at your son. You only care about yourself, you selfish bitch, don’t act as if you’re giving a shit about Junsu.”
He didn’t want to listen anymore. He didn’t want to hear those hurtful words, those words drenched with hatred, disgust and loathe. Junsu shut his eyes and pulled his pillow over his head, trying to drown the sounds out of his head. Unfortunately, he could still hear the voices of his parents ghosting into his head.
“Jung Hwa, listen to me... calm down. Let’s handle this issue maturely, okay?” the voice of his mother was still soft but Junsu knew his mother’s calmness wouldn’t last long. Even though she seemed composed, he could hear the tone of annoyance woven into her voice. “I never did this. I care about Junsu, I would do everything to get him back. I fought for him. However, God isn’t with me. We both fought for our children, remember?”
“Then why, WHY, are you asking me to give up the only son I have left? It must be something important for you since you’re even coming here personally. I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me. You loathed me so much, you didn’t even want to come here to see your own son. Don’t try to fool me, Min Jung, I know how you really are. I can see right through that mask of you! That angelic expression on your face won’t fool me. It might work with all these men you’re sleeping with, but it won’t work for me.”
“Are you accusing me of sleeping with other men? It might be something impossible to grasp for you, a woman making career without sleeping with her boss and his friends, but I am well capable of doing that!” his mother screamed, voice thick with anger. Junsu imagined his mother huffing, catching her breath, trying to keep her composure. After another short silence, he heard his mother's voice again. “Let’s not talk about us anymore. Let’s talk about our sons. You know yourself how cruel it is to separate a twin. We might suffer less but they will suffer more. Let’s not be selfish anymore, okay? Let me take Junsu to the States, let him be with Junho, let them be happy.”
A low chuckle escaped from the throat of his father. Junsu could imagine the look of disgust in his eyes, he could imagine his expression becoming cold and hard while he opened his mouth to voice his contempt. “Bitch, get out of my house. Don’t act as if you’re a sweet and caring person. You don’t have to keep that façade up, I know you through and through. We’ve been married for goddamn twenty years!”
“I mean it. I don’t want to appear sweet and caring, I only want to see a carefree smile on the faces of my son. Is that too much to ask? Is that an unreasonable wish? You might have a twisted image of me because we broke up while being on bad terms but I’m a mother and you are a father. Shouldn’t we put the happiness of our children on the first place? Let’s stop our selfish behavior, our children are suffering.” Junsu knew his mother was swallowing her pride, keeping her goal in mind. He could imagine the determined gaze in her eyes. Tears filled his own eyes as he thought of those warm, beautiful chocolate brown eyes, her gentle and delicate hands, her soft rosy lips, her straight nose, her beautiful complexion, her black, thick and wavy hair, her soft voice filled with love… It was only then that it hit him exactly how much he missed his mother.
No, how much he missed those times filled with love, laughter and carelessness.
Those times where he was able to walk around his house without being worried to encounter an angered father. Those times where he would run through the house, playing and fighting with Junho. Those times where he would sleep in his bed, his brother snuggled next to him, the steady breaths of his sleeping brother brushing past his face. Those times where they would sit together at table, telling what had happened to them that day while enjoying the food his mother had cooked. Those times where they would watch the TV together, those times where Junho and Junsu would fall asleep on the couch and those times where their father would wrap his strong arms around them to carry them to their bed. Those times where their mother would tell them a bedtime story, press a soft kiss on their foreheads and straighten their sheets before leaving their room. Those times where their father would play soccer with them and where Junho and Junsu would cheat, trying to win from their strong and invincible father. Those times his father would pull his mother in a warm embrace before giving her a small peck on the mouth. Those times their house was filled with warm laughter.
He missed those times. He wanted to go back. Back to those beautiful times.
Yet, he knew that that was impossible. They were nothing but empty memories now.
“If you want that to happen, if you want our children not to suffer and be happy, why won’t you give up Junho? He can live here. Junho and Junsu can live like normal brothers. Why should I be the one to sacrifice things? Min Jung, why are you always like this? Why are you always thinking about yourself before thinking about others? Why are you always accusing others of doing things while you’re doing the exact same thing?” A short silence followed after these words. Junsu couldn’t help but notice that the tone of his father’s voice had changed. It was calm, low and almost… gentle. Even though the words were meant to hurt, Junsu could imagine the warm look in his father’s eyes. A look he had almost forgotten…
“I see you haven’t changed one bit, Min Jung. Don’t ever dare to ask me to give up on my son again because I won’t. I know you wouldn’t either. We are just… too much alike.” Junsu swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. His eyes brimmed with tears, his vision swimming. He could imagine the stubborn and sad smile appearing on the face of his father, a smile which wouldn’t reach his eyes. “That’s why we didn’t work out. I realize it only now… Please, could you please leave my house now?”
“Call me… call me if you change your mind. You have my number.” Those words were followed by the sound of the heavy door opening and closing. The house fell back into its usual silence.
It took Junsu a few minutes before he managed to get his legs moving, to stand up and carry his heavy body. He slid out of his bed, almost having no energy left in his feet. Slowly, he walked down the stairs, each taken step sounding through the silent house. His mind didn’t seem to work anymore, the only thing that seemed to matter was to fill the gap in his body. The gap had always been there for the last two years. Only when his mother had appeared a few minutes ago, had he felt complete again… but as soon as she left, she ripped a new hole in his bruised body.
He could see it… The trembling body of his father, the shaking shoulders of his father. The muffled sounds breaking the silence were enough to tell Junsu. “Dad…?” he asked, his high-pitched voice leaving his mouth. It had been a long time since he had seen his father like this. It had been such a long time since he had felt it was okay to be this close to his father.
Without thinking, Junsu walked towards his father, his small hand outstretched to wipe away the tears on his father’s face. That look in his eyes… Junsu had been so accustomed to the hard look in his father’s eyes, to the look of resentment and disgust, the empty look… the look which had hidden his real father from him… he had forgotten how his father used to look. Those brown eyes seemed to melt, the hard look melted from his face and all Junsu could see now was the father he used to love, a look of vulnerability on his face.
“Oh God… what have I done to you?” the low voice of his father sobbed while he reached out his big hands, his strong arms, intending not to hurt but to embrace the fragile body of Junsu. Even though his body tensed up at first, the discomfort clear on his face, Junsu relaxed after a few more minutes. He cried. He could feel the tears burning behind his eyes, spilling over, falling onto his father’s shirt which absorbed the moisture almost immediately.
He could hear his father’s heartbeat. After all these years, it hadn’t changed one bit. It was still the same strong and steady heartbeat from his memories, the heartbeat that proved how strong his father really was. He could feel his father’s big hands, caressing his cheek slowly… More tears started running as Junsu realized it had been so long since those hands had caressed him, since those hands had been gentle towards him.
Suddenly, he realized that his father’s hand had been slowly tracing the green bruise on his throat. “I’m… so sorry. I’ve been such a bad father… How could I… be so selfish…” the voice of his father spoke, breaking. It was such a strange experience… It had been so so long since Junsu had felt any warmth coming from his father. It had been so so long… he almost had forgotten how it felt.
But he knew, he knew that he was the cause of this all. And that’s why he had to endure everything.
These alienated feelings mixed with his stubborn thoughts, became a blur of colors in his head. He was so confused…
Junsu cried. He cried for his broken childhood. He cried for all the pain he had inflicted on his parents. He cried because he had only taken from them and never given them anything back. He cried because he finally realized how hard this had been on his father. He cried because he was such a despicable being, one who only caused pain and never brought joy. He cried because he finally realized how pathetic he actually was.
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“I’m confused, you’re saying… that Yoochun, the Yoochun who dared to speak up against Yunho and Jaejoong, is actually quite nice to you? Ah, so that’s why you’ve never had time to hang out with me,” Changmin said, his eyes narrowing while he looked at Junsu accusingly.
“Aaaah, Changmin-ah, is that a look of jealousy? Don’t worry, I won’t forget about you… And yes, I have to admit, Yoochun is surprisingly nice. He’s a good guy,” Junsu nodded, stuffing his mouth with his lunch. He actually felt quite embarrassed talking about Yoochun but it didn’t matter. Friends could talk about friends, right? Friends could talk about everything. But why… did it feel so weird? Maybe it was the slight tone of jealousy ringing through Changmin’s voice… no, it was definitely something else… but what?
Junsu didn’t know. He shook his head, as if trying to shake his thoughts out of his head. There were more important things right now. He didn’t know what to do with the events of yesterday; it was clear that his father had been sincere yesterday. It was the first time since a long time that his father had felt… human again. Yet, Junsu knew this wouldn’t mean the end of the mood swings of his father. He didn’t even know why but he had a feeling in his gut… this was too easy, things couldn’t be over this easily. He was hoping, though. Hoping that this would be the beginning of the end, the beginning of a new life.
Junsu didn’t know if he was a fool for hoping. And even though he didn’t want to have his dreams crushed cruelly by reality, he couldn’t suppress the tiny bit of hope that had started to sparkle in his abdomen.
“Hm, he always seems cold. But of course, appearances can be misleading. As long as you don’t forget about me, okay?” Changmin smiled, elbowing Junsu.
Junsu laughed back. “Of course not, how would I be able to forget you? I wouldn’t even be able to forget you even if I’d want to.”
Just then, the bell rang, indicating they had five more minutes until the next class would start. The boy let out a sigh. They had PE; and there were too many bruises on his body. He simply refused to join his class with this subject. He shuddered thinking of having to change into other clothes in front of his classmates. No, they’d certainly not want to see his naked body nor did Junsu have any intention of showing others his body.
“Hey, it’s time to go to PE… I have a doctor appointment, so I’ll see you later,” he said, waving his friend goodbye. He stood up, leaving the canteen to go to the coat rack where he had left his jacket. Just when he was about to put on his jacket, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
“Where are you going?”
Junsu stiffened when he turned around. He already knew who the person who had spoken to him was before he saw him. Jung Yunho. Next to him stood a smiling Jaejoong.
His whole body became cold. Their faces… the tone of Yunho’s voice just now… He knew this couldn’t mean anything good. Yet, his body was glued to the floor, his mind stumbling on all the escape possibilities infiltrating his thoughts. However, his body refused to move while he saw his two classmates inching closer.
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Where was that sound coming from? Yoochun frowned, the bag with his PE clothes in his hand, while he walked towards the loud place. Why were his classmates so loud? It seemed as if the sound was coming from the locker room. What had happened? Had they seen a spider? Had a naked girl appeared from the showers? He couldn’t imagine why everyone would make such a noise.
“…going to join our little PE lesson. I think that the first step is going to be… changing into other clothes. Your appointment can wait, my boy,” a voice sounded from the locker room. Yoochun recognized it immediately as the voice of Jung Yunho. What was wrong? He frowned and he started to walk faster.
Just as he opened the door, he could see Jaejoong reach out his hand, grasping the fabric of Junsu’s shirt. His heart stood still.
NO!
Pairing: Yoochun x Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They will never be mine unless I manage to find a way to kidnap them and hide them in my closet 8D
Genre: AU, angst, drama, romance
Length: Chaptered
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, violence, abuse
Summary: Junsu's life has been a mess since his parents divorced two years ago. When it seems like there's no more hope left for his future, Yoochun appears into his life. Will Yoochun be able to change Junsu's lifestyle? Or will his good intentions lead into even worse things for Junsu?
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5
Chapter 6
He could hear them. They were talking so loud, arguing just like in the past. The voices were screaming, voices drenched with hurt and selfishness, voices pronouncing hurtful words meant to pierce through the one they were yelled at. Junsu squeezed his eyes shut, tears slipping from beneath his eyelashes, the tears of weakness leaving a trail of pain behind. He didn’t want to hear, he didn’t want to hear any of it.
He didn’t want to hear his parents argue ever again. And yet, they were here. In the living room. Arguing again… And again, they were arguing about him. Junsu could imagine their faces, his mother’s face painted with helplessness and hurt while his father would try to keep his face as emotionless as possible, his expression dark and hard.
The screaming voices didn’t seem to stop. Every word… he could hear every word cutting through the tense air, words following each other until they blended into a confusing tornado. Lying on his bed, he tried to shut his brain off from his surroundings but unfortunately, he failed miserably. The screaming, the cracking voices, the tears hidden in every word, the loud pounding… this scene was so familiar. Yet, it was something he never wanted to experience again.
“Jung Hwa, just listen to me,” Junsu heard the soft voice of his mother pleading. He could imagine her delicate hands, trembling as they reached out to grasp the soft fabric of his father’s shirt. He could imagine her big, brown doe eyes looking at her ex-husband, her gaze pleading and innocent. He could imagine her mouth, her lips slightly quivering as if on the verge of crying. He could imagine every single thing, every little detail as he had experienced this many times in the past.
“No, you listen to me,” the voice of his father was loud and angry, causing Junsu to flinch when he imagined his father’s face. “You’re not going to take him from me. You’re not going to take every. single. thing. from me! You want to break me? YOU WANT TO SEE ME DESTROYED? Little bitch, I knew you were like this. Two-faced monster. IF YOU WANT TO GO TO THE FUCKING STATES, THEN GO. NOBODY IS HOLDING YOU BACK. Don’t pretend you still care for Junsu… we all know how hard you ran away the moment the lawsuit was over, not once looking back at your son. You only care about yourself, you selfish bitch, don’t act as if you’re giving a shit about Junsu.”
He didn’t want to listen anymore. He didn’t want to hear those hurtful words, those words drenched with hatred, disgust and loathe. Junsu shut his eyes and pulled his pillow over his head, trying to drown the sounds out of his head. Unfortunately, he could still hear the voices of his parents ghosting into his head.
“Jung Hwa, listen to me... calm down. Let’s handle this issue maturely, okay?” the voice of his mother was still soft but Junsu knew his mother’s calmness wouldn’t last long. Even though she seemed composed, he could hear the tone of annoyance woven into her voice. “I never did this. I care about Junsu, I would do everything to get him back. I fought for him. However, God isn’t with me. We both fought for our children, remember?”
“Then why, WHY, are you asking me to give up the only son I have left? It must be something important for you since you’re even coming here personally. I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me. You loathed me so much, you didn’t even want to come here to see your own son. Don’t try to fool me, Min Jung, I know how you really are. I can see right through that mask of you! That angelic expression on your face won’t fool me. It might work with all these men you’re sleeping with, but it won’t work for me.”
“Are you accusing me of sleeping with other men? It might be something impossible to grasp for you, a woman making career without sleeping with her boss and his friends, but I am well capable of doing that!” his mother screamed, voice thick with anger. Junsu imagined his mother huffing, catching her breath, trying to keep her composure. After another short silence, he heard his mother's voice again. “Let’s not talk about us anymore. Let’s talk about our sons. You know yourself how cruel it is to separate a twin. We might suffer less but they will suffer more. Let’s not be selfish anymore, okay? Let me take Junsu to the States, let him be with Junho, let them be happy.”
A low chuckle escaped from the throat of his father. Junsu could imagine the look of disgust in his eyes, he could imagine his expression becoming cold and hard while he opened his mouth to voice his contempt. “Bitch, get out of my house. Don’t act as if you’re a sweet and caring person. You don’t have to keep that façade up, I know you through and through. We’ve been married for goddamn twenty years!”
“I mean it. I don’t want to appear sweet and caring, I only want to see a carefree smile on the faces of my son. Is that too much to ask? Is that an unreasonable wish? You might have a twisted image of me because we broke up while being on bad terms but I’m a mother and you are a father. Shouldn’t we put the happiness of our children on the first place? Let’s stop our selfish behavior, our children are suffering.” Junsu knew his mother was swallowing her pride, keeping her goal in mind. He could imagine the determined gaze in her eyes. Tears filled his own eyes as he thought of those warm, beautiful chocolate brown eyes, her gentle and delicate hands, her soft rosy lips, her straight nose, her beautiful complexion, her black, thick and wavy hair, her soft voice filled with love… It was only then that it hit him exactly how much he missed his mother.
No, how much he missed those times filled with love, laughter and carelessness.
Those times where he was able to walk around his house without being worried to encounter an angered father. Those times where he would run through the house, playing and fighting with Junho. Those times where he would sleep in his bed, his brother snuggled next to him, the steady breaths of his sleeping brother brushing past his face. Those times where they would sit together at table, telling what had happened to them that day while enjoying the food his mother had cooked. Those times where they would watch the TV together, those times where Junho and Junsu would fall asleep on the couch and those times where their father would wrap his strong arms around them to carry them to their bed. Those times where their mother would tell them a bedtime story, press a soft kiss on their foreheads and straighten their sheets before leaving their room. Those times where their father would play soccer with them and where Junho and Junsu would cheat, trying to win from their strong and invincible father. Those times his father would pull his mother in a warm embrace before giving her a small peck on the mouth. Those times their house was filled with warm laughter.
He missed those times. He wanted to go back. Back to those beautiful times.
Yet, he knew that that was impossible. They were nothing but empty memories now.
“If you want that to happen, if you want our children not to suffer and be happy, why won’t you give up Junho? He can live here. Junho and Junsu can live like normal brothers. Why should I be the one to sacrifice things? Min Jung, why are you always like this? Why are you always thinking about yourself before thinking about others? Why are you always accusing others of doing things while you’re doing the exact same thing?” A short silence followed after these words. Junsu couldn’t help but notice that the tone of his father’s voice had changed. It was calm, low and almost… gentle. Even though the words were meant to hurt, Junsu could imagine the warm look in his father’s eyes. A look he had almost forgotten…
“I see you haven’t changed one bit, Min Jung. Don’t ever dare to ask me to give up on my son again because I won’t. I know you wouldn’t either. We are just… too much alike.” Junsu swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. His eyes brimmed with tears, his vision swimming. He could imagine the stubborn and sad smile appearing on the face of his father, a smile which wouldn’t reach his eyes. “That’s why we didn’t work out. I realize it only now… Please, could you please leave my house now?”
“Call me… call me if you change your mind. You have my number.” Those words were followed by the sound of the heavy door opening and closing. The house fell back into its usual silence.
It took Junsu a few minutes before he managed to get his legs moving, to stand up and carry his heavy body. He slid out of his bed, almost having no energy left in his feet. Slowly, he walked down the stairs, each taken step sounding through the silent house. His mind didn’t seem to work anymore, the only thing that seemed to matter was to fill the gap in his body. The gap had always been there for the last two years. Only when his mother had appeared a few minutes ago, had he felt complete again… but as soon as she left, she ripped a new hole in his bruised body.
He could see it… The trembling body of his father, the shaking shoulders of his father. The muffled sounds breaking the silence were enough to tell Junsu. “Dad…?” he asked, his high-pitched voice leaving his mouth. It had been a long time since he had seen his father like this. It had been such a long time since he had felt it was okay to be this close to his father.
Without thinking, Junsu walked towards his father, his small hand outstretched to wipe away the tears on his father’s face. That look in his eyes… Junsu had been so accustomed to the hard look in his father’s eyes, to the look of resentment and disgust, the empty look… the look which had hidden his real father from him… he had forgotten how his father used to look. Those brown eyes seemed to melt, the hard look melted from his face and all Junsu could see now was the father he used to love, a look of vulnerability on his face.
“Oh God… what have I done to you?” the low voice of his father sobbed while he reached out his big hands, his strong arms, intending not to hurt but to embrace the fragile body of Junsu. Even though his body tensed up at first, the discomfort clear on his face, Junsu relaxed after a few more minutes. He cried. He could feel the tears burning behind his eyes, spilling over, falling onto his father’s shirt which absorbed the moisture almost immediately.
He could hear his father’s heartbeat. After all these years, it hadn’t changed one bit. It was still the same strong and steady heartbeat from his memories, the heartbeat that proved how strong his father really was. He could feel his father’s big hands, caressing his cheek slowly… More tears started running as Junsu realized it had been so long since those hands had caressed him, since those hands had been gentle towards him.
Suddenly, he realized that his father’s hand had been slowly tracing the green bruise on his throat. “I’m… so sorry. I’ve been such a bad father… How could I… be so selfish…” the voice of his father spoke, breaking. It was such a strange experience… It had been so so long since Junsu had felt any warmth coming from his father. It had been so so long… he almost had forgotten how it felt.
But he knew, he knew that he was the cause of this all. And that’s why he had to endure everything.
These alienated feelings mixed with his stubborn thoughts, became a blur of colors in his head. He was so confused…
Junsu cried. He cried for his broken childhood. He cried for all the pain he had inflicted on his parents. He cried because he had only taken from them and never given them anything back. He cried because he finally realized how hard this had been on his father. He cried because he was such a despicable being, one who only caused pain and never brought joy. He cried because he finally realized how pathetic he actually was.
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“I’m confused, you’re saying… that Yoochun, the Yoochun who dared to speak up against Yunho and Jaejoong, is actually quite nice to you? Ah, so that’s why you’ve never had time to hang out with me,” Changmin said, his eyes narrowing while he looked at Junsu accusingly.
“Aaaah, Changmin-ah, is that a look of jealousy? Don’t worry, I won’t forget about you… And yes, I have to admit, Yoochun is surprisingly nice. He’s a good guy,” Junsu nodded, stuffing his mouth with his lunch. He actually felt quite embarrassed talking about Yoochun but it didn’t matter. Friends could talk about friends, right? Friends could talk about everything. But why… did it feel so weird? Maybe it was the slight tone of jealousy ringing through Changmin’s voice… no, it was definitely something else… but what?
Junsu didn’t know. He shook his head, as if trying to shake his thoughts out of his head. There were more important things right now. He didn’t know what to do with the events of yesterday; it was clear that his father had been sincere yesterday. It was the first time since a long time that his father had felt… human again. Yet, Junsu knew this wouldn’t mean the end of the mood swings of his father. He didn’t even know why but he had a feeling in his gut… this was too easy, things couldn’t be over this easily. He was hoping, though. Hoping that this would be the beginning of the end, the beginning of a new life.
Junsu didn’t know if he was a fool for hoping. And even though he didn’t want to have his dreams crushed cruelly by reality, he couldn’t suppress the tiny bit of hope that had started to sparkle in his abdomen.
“Hm, he always seems cold. But of course, appearances can be misleading. As long as you don’t forget about me, okay?” Changmin smiled, elbowing Junsu.
Junsu laughed back. “Of course not, how would I be able to forget you? I wouldn’t even be able to forget you even if I’d want to.”
Just then, the bell rang, indicating they had five more minutes until the next class would start. The boy let out a sigh. They had PE; and there were too many bruises on his body. He simply refused to join his class with this subject. He shuddered thinking of having to change into other clothes in front of his classmates. No, they’d certainly not want to see his naked body nor did Junsu have any intention of showing others his body.
“Hey, it’s time to go to PE… I have a doctor appointment, so I’ll see you later,” he said, waving his friend goodbye. He stood up, leaving the canteen to go to the coat rack where he had left his jacket. Just when he was about to put on his jacket, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
“Where are you going?”
Junsu stiffened when he turned around. He already knew who the person who had spoken to him was before he saw him. Jung Yunho. Next to him stood a smiling Jaejoong.
His whole body became cold. Their faces… the tone of Yunho’s voice just now… He knew this couldn’t mean anything good. Yet, his body was glued to the floor, his mind stumbling on all the escape possibilities infiltrating his thoughts. However, his body refused to move while he saw his two classmates inching closer.
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Where was that sound coming from? Yoochun frowned, the bag with his PE clothes in his hand, while he walked towards the loud place. Why were his classmates so loud? It seemed as if the sound was coming from the locker room. What had happened? Had they seen a spider? Had a naked girl appeared from the showers? He couldn’t imagine why everyone would make such a noise.
“…going to join our little PE lesson. I think that the first step is going to be… changing into other clothes. Your appointment can wait, my boy,” a voice sounded from the locker room. Yoochun recognized it immediately as the voice of Jung Yunho. What was wrong? He frowned and he started to walk faster.
Just as he opened the door, he could see Jaejoong reach out his hand, grasping the fabric of Junsu’s shirt. His heart stood still.
NO!