Unreachable [Chapter 5/?]
Title: Unreachable
Rating: PG || Genre: Romance/Drama || Status: On-Going || Chapters: 5/?
Pairing(s): YooSu
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Basic Synopsis: Yoochun and Junsu's lives get entangled the moment their parents decide to marry each other. Yoochun is older, shorter and not cool at all. Junsu is younger, taller and overly cool. For Yoochun, his "brother" is perfect and that is annoying. For Junsu, Yoochun is perfect in his own way.
Sometimes, looking for something won't let you see what is already there...
Year of 2003
Park Yoochun, 17 years old, height: 1,77m - Hurray for the testosterone that was still helping me developing.
Another year and things could not be any better. I was becoming even more charming and sexy - eventhough Junsu said I was probably going crazy - and at the same time I was also getting weirder…
Junsu irritated me more than usual, the daily training was not enough for me to release my energy, I started having arguments with my mom and nothing seemed to satisfy me.
Junsu sugested PMS as the possible cause… That idiot!
“Hey Yoochun, wanna come with us? The court is empty so we’re going for a basketball game.” Junsu suggested, already carrying the ball.
“I don’t know if I feel like it.”
“C’mon! You’re not looking good anyway, you need to distract yourself.”
“Alright, I’ll go.”
This was another thing that changed: I realized I was doing everything he’d ask me without arguing.
We headed for the basketball court. We were more or less fifteen guys, all from the taekwondo club and many of them had suffered to the hands of my frustration for the last months.
After a few minutes playing, we realized that a few girls has come to see us play and would ocasionally start screaming everytime one of us would score.
Junsu was on my opponent’s team so it was only normal for us to have some dispute however, as the game went on, I started getting more and more rough until I suddenly hit Junsu’s face hard and he fell on the floor.
“Yah, Park Yoochun! Don’t you think you could be more careful?” One of them yelled
“What? I just leaned on him a little. Hey Junsu, you’re okay, right? Come on, get up” I said as I streched out my hand so that he could get up, but he pushed it away and got up by himself, angry.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He shouted
“It was an accident, you don’t have to be like that.”
“Hyung, you’re bleeding” someone noticed.
Junsu let his hand reach his nose in order to see that he was really bleeding and kept looking at me “This is nothing. I’m tired of playing so I’m leaving”
“Hyung!” His friend shouted
“Why are you like that, Park?” The other asked, before following Junsu
Some of them followed him, some stayed with me although I don’t know if it was out of loyalty or pity. I got so pissed off that I wouldn’t be able to express it in words.
Who did he think he was? It was an accident, it was not like I really wanted to hurt him! Why did he have to act superior and make me feel guilty?
I started to think thay maybe I would hate him if that went on.
Not even thinking twice, I invited those who were there with me to go out. I didin’t want to go home and look at him, so we decided to go to one of my friend’s house , got food and drinks and took the chance that the girls wanted to follow us.
After being at his house, partying, I should say that I was having a great time, because in fact the party was fun but I was still thinking about what had happen before. To throw away my frustration, I drank one, two, three times and possibly a lot more that I did not manage to count. Soon enough I found out that too much alcohol made me feel light headed and confused and I loved the feeling because I was not able to think and that was great at the time.
The only thing that wasn’t great was when I got up the next morning with a huge headache that wouldn’t let me think about who or where I was or why I had no clothes on…
I looked around but I didn’t recognized the place. I was in a strange room with pink walls, seated on a bed amidst ruffled silk sheets and when I looked at the left side of the bed, there was someone there, her naked back facing me and half covered with the same silk sheets.
Who was she anyway?
I got up, putting a sheet around my waist and rushed to the other side of the bed to look at her face.
OH. MY. GOD!
I remenbered her! She was with us when we were still at our friend’s house, drinking and having fun. How she ended there was a mystery though. I mean, I was still wondering how I ended up there in the first place.
Sitting at the edge of the bed and tried to think but to no avail. I got up then and reached for my jacket, getting my cellphone and looking at the time: 10:30 am. I was sure I was not be able to go to the morning classes so I just sighed and then realized that I had a message on my cellphone. It was Junsu’s and I smilled bitterly when I read it.
“Good night ‘party boy’. I didn’t want to get mom worried so I told her that you were going to sleep at a friend’s house. Don’t ruin my brilliant set-up.”
Junsu
That message was just so him. He wouldn’t ask a thing and just proceed into solving what the problem might be. Everything would be done in his way and whether I wanted or not, I had to follow him.
I took the chance that I was suddenly in a bad mood and headed to the bathroom in order to take a bath. As soon as I got out fully dressed and drying my hair with a towel, the girl that was previously sleeping beside me was getting ready also.
“Good morning, oppa” She said, smiling.
“Good morning” Would that be a good time to tell her that I didn’t know how I ended up in that room and in that bed? Damn, I didn’t even knew her name!
“Are you okay? You look worried”
“No, it’s nothing. Er… actually…hum… -”
“Yun Jee. That’s my name, in case you have trouble remembering it.”
That was great, Park Yoochun! Now you can just ask her why we were there and what had happen the previous night. Although I had a fainted idea about that.
“Oppa, you don’t have to worry about a thing, okay? I am not going to chase you around and asking for anything. It was just a night, right?”
“Just a night, huh?”
“Yes. We were not exactly sober… I mean, you wer NOT sober at all” She said, smiling “Anyway, it was good to be with you, oppa.” She kissed me then. “Oppa, I’ll be going out first, okay? It’s better that no one sees us.”
“Alright.”
She left and I was there looking at the door like an idiot. What was that? Girls these days…
So now there was something different… Park Yoochun, seventeen years old and now a man… who didn’t remember his first time clearly… I didn’t expect to feel that way though.
There was something missing.
I walked around town all day, having no desire to go home and I only did so at the end of the day, around time classes were supposed to be over. My mom didn’t say a word when I got home, probably because Junsu told her that after my sleepover I would go straight to school and so, when I got home I headed to our room.
When I got in the room was silent and that was weird, so I assumed that Junsu would be sleeping or simply not there. I was not wrong and he was there, sleeping. The thing is: he was sleeping on my bed.
Laying down on his stomach, with his legs spread all across the bed and one of his arms hanging down, touching the floor.
Yes, there was something missing and now I knew what it was.
That night, I pretended that my fear of heights didn’t exist and slept on the upper bed.
It was not that bad.
Year of 2004
Park Yoochun, 18 years old, height: 1,80m (Yes, I did it!).
We were in our last year of highschool and before the exams started, it was time to think about the organization of our final trip. Final destiny: Jeju Island. The Challenge: Raise enough money to go there. Our plan was, of course, to use the anual festival in school to make as much money as we could, so every club was busy preparing.
I had, however, other things to worry about.
“Park Yoochun, I think you must know why I called you today, right?” my teacher asked.
“It’s about the choices we have to make about the universities, right?”
“That’s it. I can see here that you have the National University of Seoul as your only choice. What is it that you want to study there?”
“Design.”
“I see…” For awhile the teacher looked at the papers in front of her and sighed later on. “Yoochun, I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t think you have good enough grades to be able to get into the National University of Seoul. Your grades are not bad, but are not high enough for you to be able to get accepted. You would have to be able to have perfect scores on the last exams to have a chance.” She said.
“I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”
“Yoochun, I know it’s your first choice, but maybe it would be reasonable to have a plan in case you don’t get the score you need. I would advise you to pick at least one or two other universities just in case.”
So, my teacher was basically telling me that was impossible for me to get into the university I wanted because I was too dumb and did not have enough grades to be able to get in and also that I would need a miracle on my finals to be ‘saved’ from this mess. I said I was not a genious, but I expected at least to be able to get into a decent university.
Yes, Seoul’s National University was the best, but hey, he had always been on a high level. When I say ‘him’ I’m refering to Junsu, obviously.
Yes, I wanted to go to the same university as him. It would be nice if we got to study together and that would bond us even more as brothers… Alright, so that was not exactly the reason why I wanted to go there, it was more like he had said that I would never be able to get in there and challenged me to fill in the application. I had accepted the challenge because besides having my pride, I had a strange need to prevent him to get ahead of me and now, our teacher was telling me exactly what I already knew: it was impossible.
“I don’t intend to change my choice,” I said “but I thank you for the advice. I’m going to work hard for the final exams and get the grades I need to get in.”
Have I said that one of my personality’s traits was being stubborn?
On the following months, we preparated things for the annual festival and we managed to get the money to go to Jeju Island on our last trip.
After setting everything up, I went back to my daily studying which was something that had surprised my parents and specially Junsu. A few weeks of constant studying like a mad man made me have serious trouble into staying up late every night after school and I would end up falling asleep with my head on the book which meant that Junsu had to drag me to bed every night.
“YAH!” He shouted.
“W-What?” I asked, clearly sleepy
“Do you call that studying? Sleeping on top of the books? Do you think you’ll be able to memorize things if you put your head close enough? For God’s sake, go to sleep, okay?”
“I am studying, Junsu!”
“You are drooling and won’t let me sleep! Park Yoochun, go to bed this instance.” He said, almost threthening me.
“Don’t talk to me like that. Where is the respect for your hyung?”
“I don’t respect those who won’t let me sleep. Yoochun, it’s not worth it, okay? Not everyone can be smart.” He mocked.
“I’m going to kick your ass!”
“I dare you to try and touch me. Do you think I’m like those guys in the club?”
I got up from my chair “I’m better.”
“You’ll only remain better as long as I want you to… ‘hyung’”
It was true and completely frustrating. As hard as I tried, I would never be able to follow him anyway.
Even so, I was stubborn enough to try and a few taekwondo moves and many broken objects later, we were surprised to see our mother getting into the room, yelling, only to see how Junsu was on top of me, with one of his legs around my neck.
“What the hell do you think you are doing at this hour?”
“Exercising before going to sleep?” Junsu tried
“And how is it that strangling your brother is an exercise?”
Junsu moved away his leg and looked at her with innocent eyes “I’m sorry”
“Just clean all this mess and go to sleep at once. If I hear any more noises you’ll be both grounded! And you, Park Yoochun, should set the example for your brother!”
“But I’m the victim here…” I whispered.
After my mom left, Junsu’s innocent look disappeared “See what you get for being stubborn?”
“Yah, Kim Junsu!”
“Go get the broom so we can clean up this mess!”
I went. I had no other choice now did I?
The day for our trip came and our class got into the plane that would get us to Jeju Island. We were going to stay at a hotel and had several plans to make the most out of the Islands’ attractions. I just hoped I would get to see the sea.
Junsu laughed when I said this.
“Of course you’ll get to see it. This is an island!”
It was not what I meant though.
The days went by and everyone had a great time, eventhough there were some depressing talks about how that would be our last trip together and with those thoughts, we decided to enjoy our last night on the island to the fullest and we went to see the sun rise on the beach.
While our friends were chatting with each other, sitting on the sand, I decided to go near the water and walk for a bit. A few moments later, Junsu joined me. He would never be able to stand still for long.
“What are you doing here?” he asked
“Nothing. I’m waitig for the sun.”
“Are you getting depressed or something like that? We’re all there chatting and you’re the only one that is here alone”.
“I don’t have to be where others are all the time. Do you?”
He looked at me with a suspicious look in his eyes.
“Is this a trick question?”
I smiled “I am a simple-minded guy, Junsu, or haven’t you realized that yet? My questions are never trick questions.”
It was a lie, obviously.
“That is a good way to say that you are dumb without others understand what you mean. At the same time they think you are being modest and that deep down you are brilliant, giving you an undenying charm that you wouldn’t have otherwise.”
“Aren’t you over analizing my words?”
He pouted “Well, if you’re that simple, than what am I? Complicated?”
I nodded at once “Yes, very complicated. Too complicated to say it truthfully. However if I had to analize you or compare you to something… Well, I would say that you remind me of the sea…”
He smiled (and I kind of melted).
“The sea? Why the sea?” he asked, curious.
“It was just an idea”
“No, really. Now I’m curious to hear your analogy.” He said, crossing his arms and looking at me, still smiling.
“Well, it will be a very simple analogy. The sea is strong, unstable, unstopable, and impossible to capture.”
“So I’m like that? I like it. Well, in that case I guess I’ll make my analogy as well. You… Well, Yoochun, you are like… an icecream.”
I stared at him “What? An icecream? Yah, Junsu!”
“Are you curious to know why? It’s simple: It makes me happy!”
I looked a him, puzzled. I was supposed to know what to reply to what he said but for some reason, I didn’t. I think I was seeing more meaning in his words than he probably wanted to express and so I said nothing and we stared at each other for a minute.
“Hey Junsu, Yoochun! Come here! The sun is rising!”
Our conversation ended there and he went back to them.
For awhile I thought that it would be good if we were alone, just the two of us. Maybe if we were, that conversation would have led to something else…
A/N: There you go, huns. Chapter 5, Yoochun's POV. So, this Sunday Junsu's POV is coming, so comment away while waiting for Junsu's version of the 'events' ^_^