Unreachable [Chapter 8/12]
Title: Unreachable
Rating: PG || Genre: Romance/Drama || Status: On-Going || Chapters: 8/12
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 2007
Park Yoochun, 21 years old and about to say goodbye to the world of the living.
My parents decided to make a trip to celebrate their 8th marriage anniversary but instead of going just the two of them, they took me and Junsu along. It was the first time that our family would go out of the Korean borders and France was the chosen place. More specifically, Paris.
Of course that this was a dream trip despite the LONG hours that the flight would take and the fact that I hate planes. The last time I was inside one was when we went to Jeju Island and I had managed to survive because the trip was short and I was distracted by my friends. Going to Paris was a completelly different matter because not only my parents were in lovey-dovey mode but Junsu, who was sitting next to me, was sleeping. His theory was that he had to sleep on the plane because of the jet-lag and as soon as the plane landed in Paris he wanted to go sightseeing, which would be impossible if he was dying to sleep for accustomed to Seoul’s time.
It could eventually make some sense but not when we are inside a shaking plane and going through a storm. I’m sure he was the only human being capable of sleeping when we were about to crash!
A few minutes later, the plane was again stable and I let out a sigh. I was not feeling like dying at such a young age.
We arrived at the airport hours later and we still had to wait for our luggage. When we had everything with us, we got a cab and headed to the hotel where we would be staying.
Against Junsu’s expectations, we arrived at 7pm, which meant that we were not going to see anything on that day. It was definitely difficult to explain to my little brother that we would be able to go wherever he wanted to the next day.
Given the fact that I had been awake during the entire trip because of my nervousness of being inside a plane, and that my system was kinda confused with the jet-lag, I slept for only half of the night. No, scratch that. I actually slept for one quarter of the night since Junsu had the worse sleeping habbits that anyone could have.
I would have fought against the idea of having to share even the same hotel room as Junsu if his father had told me that he was only booking two rooms. It was not like I was not used to it, but the thing is that the beds were so narrow that if anyone of us made a wrong movement, would fall off immediately. Junsu actually came up with the idea of joining the two beds together so that we could sleep better and I don’t know why I agreed with that because I slept (or tried to) for more than half of the night with Junsu’s legs on top of me and his head leaning on my back.
On the next morning, his body was even more twisted than before and I had serious trouble in getting from under his arms and legs.
After breakfast, it was time for our long awaited trip around town but of course that the plans for a family tour around Paris were down the drain when our parents told us that we were going without them because apparently they were on their honeymoon. Whatever that was supposed to mean, I was not interested but the thing was: they took us to Paris only to leave us to our own fortunes...
“We wanted you to come with us because it’s a unique opportunity to know other cultures” Junsu’s dad argued.
“I don’t even know how to speak french!” I beamed
“Why do you need to know how to speak french?” Junsu asked
“Maybe because we are in France?”
“People will get what you want eventually. You just have to do some gestures, point at things and then finish up with a big smile.” He explained.
“People will think I’m an idiot”
“As long as they understand what you want what does it matter if they think you are an idiot?” He proceeded into resting our parents assured “Dad, mom, go and have fun. I’ll take care of Yoochun.”
Of course the did not even think twice and disappeared at once, leaving us alone. Junsu got a brochure and a Paris guide book along with his backpack and mine.
“Let’s go?”
“I’m not going to help you!”
“It won’t be necessary. Now let’s go.”
Honestly, I didn’t trust Junsu’s strategy of trying to get others to undestand him, but the thing is: it actually worked. Most of times, people told him what he wanted to know and girls sure thought he was cute.
After going to the Louvre, Sacre Coeur’s church and finishing the day at the Eiffel Tower, we stopped by the tower’s convenience store, where I was trying to decide what gifts to buy. Junsu solved that matter quickly and grabbed about twelve eiffel tower key chains with different colours and took them to the cachier.
“Bonzuu~” Junsu greeted, in a heavy accent while putting the key chains on the table in front of the girl.
“Bonsoir monsieur” She said
C’mon, even I knew that at that time no one would say ‘bonjour’. He just smiled at the girl and suddenly I saw how her hands started shaking and she smiled back.
After picking what I wanted, I went to her also and while putting my stuff on the counter, I greeted her. “Bonsoir.”
“Bonsoir monsieur. C’est tout?” She asked
“Oui”
“Devrais je l’emballe?”
Why didn’t she ask a thing to Junsu? I decided to flash her my brightest smile.
“Monsieur?
Dammit! Apparently my smile didn’t have the same effect that Junsu’s and I didn’t know what in the hell she meant by that but I didn’t want to show that I didn’t know so I just said ‘yes’ and hoped it was the correct answer. Then I saw her take three pieces of nicely cut paper and wrap up my gifts. So she had asked if I wanted them to be wrapped up... After a few minutes I left the shop.
“Woah, Yoochun, how did you get her to do the wrappings?” Junsu asked looking at the packages in amazement.
“It was nothing” I lied
“I wanted those too...” he whined
“Well, if she was to wrap all those you bought, we wouldn’t leave the store before midnight.”
On the next days, we ended up going to all the turistic spots that must be seen when one is in Paris and luckily there were no more problems in communicating and we got used to the town pretty quickly.
It was a place where I could see myself living in, really. Of course I had made the opportunity to fill my digital camera’s card with pictures of everything: the city, Junsu, the buildings, the streets, Junsu, the museums and everything I found the least artistic. Oh, and I also took Junsu’s pictures... Did I said that already?
During one of the afternoons that we spend in Monmartre, he saw a man sketching in the street and making portraits for the people who wanted one, so he gave me his bag as quick as he could and rushed into sitting in front of the man for him to draw his picture, concentrating on his pose.
He could have told me he wanted a portrait… I could have made one for him and I wouldn’t even charge the fee.
I sat in a bench that I saw nearby while waiting and about thirty minutes later he came to me, excited and with the portrait in his hand.
“So, what you think?” he asked
“Perfect.”
“Right? Wait until I show this one to our parents later on.”
Actually, I was not talking about the portrait...
On our last day in Paris, we went back to our hotel sooner because we wanted to take a rest and be well for the next day’s trip. Our parents were not in the hotel at that hour and we took the chance to rest for awhile.
I laid down on the bed while reading a book while Junsu had gone into the bathroom to take a quick shower that ended up lasting for thirty minutes. When he left the bathroom, with his pajamas already on, he told me I could go so I closed my book and got up.
“Junsu, order our dinner okay? I am starving”
“What? ME? But I only know how to ‘speak’ french by gestures. On the phone is impossible!”
“You’ll only have to read from the menu and order from there.”
“What do you want to eat?” he asked, taking the menu that was near the nightstand.
“Anything is fine. You pick.”
I went to take my bath and let myself be under the water for about ten minutes before I started getting sleepy and decided to get out before I would fall asleep inside the tub. When I left the bathroom, our dinner was already inside the room and Junsu was taking the lids off the plates.
“Jan!!” he said, showing me one of the plates.
“What is that?”
“I have no idea”
I rolled my eyes “Well, it looks good anyway. Did you get us something to drink?”
“Sure. Here you go”
I widened my eyes when he showed me the bottle “Junsu, this is red wine!”
“So it seems. I didn’t know what to order and the words ‘vin rouge’ sounded good.
“Well, we are not children anymore, right? Drinking a little wine never harmed anyone”
He looked at me, a little intriged “I don’t know what you mean by a ‘little’ but I ordered two bottles. One for you and one for me”
I stared at him dumblefounded. “Now don’t tell me that you’re afraid to get drunk.” He said.
“No, I’m afraid that YOU get drunk.”
“Well, we are already inside the room so if anything happens to me and I need a bed, I have one nearby. I say let’s do this!”
That was a bad idea!
Two hours later we were obviously drunk. I don’t know what that wine had, but the effect it had in me was catastrophic and eventhough I was not entirelly sure, I think a third bottle made its appearance. Of course that we drunk all of it and I can recall that I drank much more than I ate.
Junsu was already sitting on the floor, having an empty glass on his hand and laughing like a maniac.
“Shhh! Keep it down. Don’t you know where we are?”
“Where are we Yoochun?”
“Somewhere in France so we can’t be loud"
“But we are being noisy in korean. If they don’t understand it, they can’t complaint.” He argued.
“Well thought.”
“I’m hot! Let’s go to the balcony” he said, opening a bit of his pajama’s shirt.
“There’s no balcony, only a window.”
“Open it then. I can’t stand this.”
“Do you think you are sick?” I asked
“Honestly I think I am drunk.” He said, before laughing out loud.
I got up, trying to keep my balance until I got to the window and opened it. Sigh... the fresh air was so good...
“Hey Yoochun, isn’t this the first time we get drunk together?”
“It is? Yah, Junsu, why do you ask such difficult questions?”
“Mianen. Sometimes I tend to forget that I’m the one who has the inteligence genes.”
“Yes, I have the charming genes”
He looked at me for a while and then shaked his head “No, I got those too.”
“Then what was left for me?”
“You have me. If I am perfect, then you don’t need anything else.”
At the time, I was not realizing how this conversation could be dangerous...
“But I want to be you. Can I? Or you can give me what you have. It’s not fair for you to be the only one who is perfect.”
Junsu smiled when I told him that and for a moment I understood why he was perfect. At least for me.
“Okay then. It’s a difficult procd…poced…proceedkm-” he tried, struggling to say the word and failing at it “it’s something very difficult but I’ll try. First you’ll have to relax. Is that relaxed?”
I was trying!!
“Okay, now you’ll have to focus in me”
“Like this?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes
“Yes~~ Now, I’ll transfer my perfection to you, okay? You can’t move!”
Honestly, I don’t know how I can remember having this conversation that night. I think it was somehow a different state of drunkness because when I usually got drunk I couldn’t remember a thing. In here, it was exactly the opposite because I can recall of every detail.
After the concentration ritual, came the biggest kiss that anyone had ever given me in my entire life. I don’t know how he did it, but his kiss made me feel like I was fainting. Do you know that feeling of having all strenght leaving your body, the shaking that comes afterwards and the cold feeling that ends up taking control and that come before you pass out? Well, it was something like that that Junsu’s kiss made me feel.
I felt the sour taste of the wine mixed up with the sweet of the desert on his tongue while he swept any thought that might still be on my mind and time seemed to have stop. I don’t know how long that kiss lasted for but I do know that if our parents had not knocked on the door, things could have gotten complicated.
I got free from his kiss, pushing him to the side while slightly panting and quickly getting all the wine bottles from the froor. I opened the door and pretended being sleepy while looking at our parents and at the same time thinking: ‘OMG, we were drunk and making out!!’
“I’m sorry honey, were you sleeping already? My mother asked and I nodded. “We only wanted to check if everything was okay” I nodded again since I could not properly articulate a word and they left for their room soon after.
I closed the door and leaned against it. I could not think straight and the only thought going theough my mind was how wrong what we were doing earier was. Junsu was drunk, much more than me and yet I didn’t stop my ‘brother’s’ crazyness. I just hoped that the he would not remember any of that the next morning (or maybe just a little of it).
When I got back to where Junsu was previously, I noticed that he was already covering himself with the bed sheets and preparing to sleep. I took the chance and laid down as well, covering my body also. Junsu kept looking at me for a brief moment, so I smiled at him but he didn’t smile back and turned his back to me, laying down to his side, mumbling something I didn’t get.
I wish I could have asked him if he had something to tell me at that time...
A/N: Here you go, the 8th chapter ^_ ^. Junsu's POV comes on Sunday as usual. Oh and I made a mistake, the fic won't end at the 10th chapter, but at the 12th XD
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