[fic] Scut Hamsters (chapter 7)
Title: Scut Hamsters
Pairing: Jaemin (main), Jaechun
Author: umeboshi_heart
Warning: some WTFs in the latter chapters
Rating: PG 13- R
Summary: Just another campus life story.
Chapter 7
"You really are heartless..."
I can only drop my jaw when Anhee's reaction towards the 'sincere Changmin' photo is far from what I've expected.
"How could you say that!?" I yap.
"What have you done to him!?"
"N-n-nothing!!" Other than sex that pawn, I mean. But she couldn’t have possibly guessed that too, right? "What this is all about?"
She knits her eyebrows and narrows her eyes, looking at the latest photo of the frog which I took few days ago with glasses dangling low on her nose bridge. "He looked sad… "She says.
Good, now it's sad. Under pressure, sad, what's next? Suicidal tendency? I wonder if this Ahjuma really means what she has been talking about since last week.
"Ahjuma. I think you're too obsessed with Monalisa- Ouch!” I glare when she slaps my head. "Don't treat me like your own grandson, I'm still a doctor!!"
"Well you don't act like one! You really act like my grandson; the difference is he's twelve years old!" She retorts.
I flop down into the chair next to her and take a deep breath to readjust my tone; after all I’ve learned that struggling against her will only give me more troubles.
"Ahjuma… this person is my roommate, okay? I know him perfectly, he's too goof and blunt to be considered sad or under pressure, and that day he really smiled a lot. No way was he sad!" I try to negotiate.
"Then you really have no attention towards people around you. He looked sad to me. And I’m sure other people whose senses aren’t as blunt as yours will think the same way.”
I shrug, taking notes of the physical examination result I just got earlier. Yeah, today she let me examined her also. She even told me a bit about her disease history, an important thing to help my learning. I mean, I’ve read that through her medical records, but knowing directly from the real source is somehow different and always better.
“The thing is, I honestly still couldn't get what you are talking about…” I admit.
“Well, the other man’s photo, the pale one, looks quite sincere to me. Just compare those.”
“But everyone has a different style of smiling!”
“It’s true. You just have to be less blunt.”
“Okay, okay.” I throw my hands aside and pick the failed photo. “So now, what should I do?”
“Try it again. And only show me the photo after you’re sure that it’s a happy smile.”
I groan, dropping my head on the spot next to her. “You’re actually just bored, right?”
She grins and let out a crook, devilish snicker. “I am. But what I just said is true.”
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I manage to get into cafeteria earlier than usual, a little sort of breath from fast-walking straight from the ward. Without Yoochun the battle is now on my own, the battle that I’ve been giving up since the beginning of my clinical rotation.
The battle to get a piece of coconut cheesecake.
Honestly I don’t know whether it’s indeed a battle or not since me and Yoochun are the only ones whose craving towards the cococheese (the café’s abbreviation for coconut cheesecake) I consider extraordinary, but! Everytime I got here by the lunch time cococheese had always sold out, so I guess its popularity are rising lately.
I hate to squeeze myself between sweaty people but since the snack counter are always full of buyers, there’s no other choices but to mingle in.
And oooh… lucky… there’s still one cococheese left. One of my snotty juniors has almost touched the thing, but before her stubby fingers can get an inch closer I snap, “RETREAT, WOMAN!!”
She surrenders like a defeated bulldog, leaving the cococheese for my pleasure only. I smile in pride and victory.
Well, maybe it was a bit too much for a food. But I really need the dessert as my supplement today since tonight, yes, tonight, will definitely be my most disastrous night duty so far. Why?
Later. Now I’m engulfing every heavenly crunchy piece of coconut flesh and softy texture of melting cheese and its perfect flavor and tenderness and I just need to concentrate for it.
However, the guy over there, who happens to be my roommate Shim Changmin aka frog, is breaking my concentration by laughing at me like an N2O inhaling kid, I guess due to my cococheese battle scene he accidentally witnessed. Giggling with no sound, his body shook with hand on his tummy and face red in color. Somehow I feel heat creeps through my cheek. Damn that frog.
Still munching the cococheese, I flop into one of the seat and he immediately follows, taking a place across me, only holding a bottle of mineral water.
“Hyung, it’s funny that you actually like coconut cheesecake, I always think that you’re just like a coconut…” he said, still trying to control his laughter. What does he even mean by that? Weirdo.
Suddenly I remember my task from Anhee and it ruins the taste of my cococheese.
“Ugh, you really are irritating.” I blame him for it.
“Eh? Why?”
“You laugh a lot with no reason, yet don’t know how to smile the right way and got me into troubles because of it.” I munch the last bite of chococheese hatefully. What. Damn, last bite already.
He tries to absorb what I’m talking about before asking, “What do you mean?”
Looking into his clueless, serious face, I know I haven’t made any sense before letting him know the problem. Who knows he might be a better help. But I can’t just say that I’ve chosen him out of the million interpretations of the term “pretty”, right? His nose will go big.
“Simply put, one of my patients can only cooperate if I brought her some photos of happy smiles taken by me, since she loves photography like that…. .“I rephrase the tagline.
“Oh, that’s why you took photo of me a lot lately!”
“Yes. And they were all failed. She said you smiled like someone who was sad and under pressure!”
He pauses for a moment before bursts out laughing and takes a sip of his bottled water. “I don’t understand what she meant by that…”
“I don’t understand either. I already told her that you’re too much of a goof to be sad or under pressure, but she didn’t believe me…”
“G-goof…” He seems shock with the label.
"So, now seeing you really makes me angry!!" I sum up with my own map of thinking.
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“I’m sorry…” He scratches the back of his head. “What about the other photos? Did she approve those?”
“Yeah the other one is Yoochun’s and she said it was okay, while you, you weren’t sincere and forced yourself to smile.”
“Eh~~ how could she say that? Are you sure she wasn’t just playing with you, Hyung?”
“Well she did, but the resident of ward let her so there’s nothing I can do…
“Oh, or… maybe because I looked tired? I was quite sleepy that time…”
I groan at the reason. He’s got a point. “In that case it’s because of your sleep deprivation! And that!” I refer to his bottled water. “You only have that for lunch!?”
“Oh, no, no.” he waves his hand, looking rather embarrassed. “My lunch will be here soon.”
I only quirk my eyebrows, and like an anime scene, soon a girl comes from nowhere with a tray of ramyun. Correction. An enormous bowl of ramyun.
“Baby!!” She calls the frog cheerfully with a high-pitched voice. “Here you are~~”
Frog’s eyes gleams with excitement upon seeing the steamy dish that’s being placed before him. “Thank you, Nuna…” He smiles wide with mismatch eyes while my jaw drops.
“Oh my cute baby, this is nothing compared to that pretty powerpoint you made!” She ruffles frog’s hair and practically squishes him into a hug, or should I say, squishes him into her nasty looking boobs and even rubbing her chin against the top of his head! Seriously, how could he just smiles sheepishly receiving such sexual assault!? The pervert girl is in bliss enjoying his fluffy hair and soft skin! This is the case where he should run for help or call the police!!
“Ah, but this is extra-large…” He says, puppy-eyed. “Is this okay?”
“My baby should eat a lot!” She even pinches the frog’s cheek, and again he attempts no objection.
I clear my throat and the girl immediately releases him. “Oh, Jaejoong! How’s Prof.Kim doing?” She says, unaware that I actually feel disgusted. She thinks I also want the attention.
“He’s good.”
“That’s nice then!” And she returns her attention to the frog. “Have a happy meal, baby~~”
I wait until her form disappears among the crowd and quickly shoot a glare at the frog.
“Is she your girlfriend!?”
He looks surprise, ears turn bright red. “Yeonhee Nuna?? No!!”
“How could you let her molests you like that!?”
“M-molest!? No-no-no, she was just being friendly…!!”
Uhm. Okay. He let me molest him worse than that, so no reason for him to reject being molested by a creature that actually has a fun called boobs. Oh. He’s just a man after all.
I look at him cynically, suddenly aware of what kind of guy I’m living with. “You’re so disgusting!!”
“Why do you say that!?”
I roll my eyes and prop head against my elbow, too disgust to mind his objection. “That’s why your smile isn’t sincere…”
He blinks, looking rather hurt. “Hyung…”
“Shut up. Eat.” I order. He sighs and starts digging the steamy ramyun soup, still looking baffle at my accusation.
…. And why I’m still here when I have nothing else to do?
He slurps his noodle. “Oh, I saw your night duty schedule today..”
He can’t talk about ‘night duty’! No one can mention that poisonous word to me after my bliss of cococheese, not today!!
“Why should you talk about that before the food I ate leave my fucking gaster!?” I snatch his bottle and use it to hit his head.
“W-What’s wrong with it!?” He grimaces, massaging the spot I just hit.
“It’s JUNG YUNHO!! The resident on duty tonight will be the emperor Yeti Jung Yunho!!”
“Uhm… is he someone strict?”
“He’s more than strict, he’s annoying, bad, he’s dangerous, he’s-“
“So damn hot and sinfulicious….” My line is cut off by a sleazy voice that has been too familiar lately.
“Hunsu!”
…. Excuse me, what was just the frog called him with?
“Minito!”
I gawk, darting glances between Hunsu and M-M-M-Minito in both suspicion and disbelief. I’m afraid something will happen. The last time I heard someone called him Hunsu with such acceptance, something did happen.
“So, how’s La Viuda de Blanco?” Junsu takes a seat beside the frog and drapes an arm over him in friendliest manner.
No no no no no no no nooo!! My roommate will not join hands with Junsu and squeals gleefully about how hot was Osvaldo Rios or how they cried when Yolandita Monge finally managed to sing Te Extrano in front of the audienceswa-wa-wa-wait wait wait wait why the hell I know so much what Junsu is talking about!!!!???
Wait. Now that I’ve thought about it…….. Yoochun……… once….. no no no, it wasn’t happening…
“I watched it until Duvan and Felipe saw Alicia, but then too much works to do…” Frog answers.
“Tsk. Too bad you’re not as easily influenced as Hyukindez…” Junsu bites his thumb, looking dark and tactic.
I let out a looong sigh of relief. At least frog prioritizes his study. That means he’s not that much of a freak, right?
“In that case, how about Esmeralda…” Junsu is about to take out something from his bag but I block his hand.
“Don’t even try, Junsu!” I challenge his glare with an equal darkness. “How many people do you wish to convert!?”
“Hm. You don’t know? I do try to convert everyone, including Yoochun-oh, I mean… Chunando…” He smiles victoriously; I glare back hatefully, while frog uses this chance to finish his ramyun.
“And for your information, he did watch La Viuda de Blanco… all 158 episodes…” Junsu added.
Good now I know how the sudden memory popped in my head. “But he didn’t turn odd.” I reason.
“Tsk. You’ve got a point. But don’t worry. One day, for sure…”
I scowl and walk away, leaving the idiot. Still some hours before my duty start, I can use that for a good meditation in the library.
“Hyung!” The frog catches up and stops me by my sling bag. “Make sure you stay on ER, don’t go outside alone… lately it’s dangerous. Kyuhyun is missing too now, like Ryeowook…”
“You’re not my mom.”
I’m sure I can’t leave anyway, remember who I’ll be with?
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Tap tap tap.
The footsteps gradually subside and I sigh in relief.
Still, my chest can't stop pounding in anxiety; I keep thinking that every sound of footsteps that's coming closer to our chamber resembles the sounds of Jung Yunho's shoes (oh yeah, I swear his shoes sound different than the others -rather inhumanely if I should say). It's almost 10 pm, and ever since my duty hour started, this fellow 4th grader named Kim Kibum -whom I knew on the other day as Changmin’s former roommate-, has been taking over every suturing task so far for today. I really feel at ease knowing he is my partner, since he's well-known for his fiery ambition in clinical practice, thus why me avoiding the chance seems like a blessing to him.
However, I know things won't be so easy if Jung Yunho finds out about this. I know how he hates to see other people enjoying life. But then again, our seniors from 5th and 6th grade not so far from us are arguing over something that makes me think that they're out of their mind.
"I won the jan-ken-pon, okay? The next surgery by Yunho Hyung will have me going in!"
"Come on, you had gotten your chance the other day, now it's mine! I never even once succeed in approaching him less than one meter in radius!"
"Unnie.... you see him everyday! You take the same bus with him!"
"But I want him to look at me with such sexy gaze, saying 'Bomi, that's wrong' with such deep, cold voice~~"
They're a bunch of complete nonsense, while Kibum is too engulfed in his image training to care about me (well, he did talk to me a couple of time but he's just too much of a geek to chat during work time) and so I sigh in boredom.
Tap tap tap.
No, that's not Jung Yunho. Not Jung Yunho. Willpower. Willpower.
"New patients..." The nurse peeks from behind the curtain. "... and doctor Yunho wants two persons to go to the operation room now."
Kibum flickers in excitement, my two seniors yell in euphoria while I immediately utter the words of gratitude to God. If Yunho is busy in the operation room that means, at least for the next three hours I will be free from…
“Oh, you two. Kibum and Jaejoong, right?”
…………..fuck. I cancel my words of gratitude then.
“Yunho Hyung! I thought you’re going for the operation in level two.“ On the contrary to my freezing face, Kibum looks happy to see him.
“Kangin will take that one.” The evil Yunho is know stepping into the chamber with two maps of medical records, and suddenly I feel like the room’s temperature decreases drastically.
Kibum laughs. “The girls are hoping to be with you, they went to level two with high expectation…”
“They will be happy to see Kangin, don’t worry.” Yunho smiles slightly. “Anyway, two patients, one person each. Who prefers the cut in scalp instead of wrist?”
Kibum immediately raises his hand and snatches one of the medical record before dashing to the assigned chamber, while I stay glued to my spot, not sure of what to do. I know I should say something to make him bully me less, but I can’t just act like Kibum and ask him to trust the other patient to me.
As expected, he reads my attitude.
“Do you need a companion?” He asks, coldly.
I stay silent for a while and finally answer, “I can’t. I don’t know how to stitch.” I know I'm so dead.
“You’ve received classes and tutorials.”
“Suturing latex and human skin is different.”
“So learn the difference.”
“N-No… I can’t make mistakes in the real people!” I I panic, looking for a fake justification while actually I just don't want to do it.
“Then don’t make one.”
“I will likely make mistakes!!" I raise my voice slightly, trying hard to make it sounds less rebellious. I can't control my emotion, Yunho's flat tone really picks on my nerve.
"You're left out. The other kids are having no problem with sutures."
"I don't care, okay!?"
It's unexpected when Yunho only sighs and says, "Okay then. I'll give this to my junior." and he leaves the chamber.
I should've felt relieved, but somehow I can't. I know that bastard won't let this go so easily; he might report me to the consultant, I might get summoned, I don't know what he's planning actually but I'm sure I won't like it.
And yes, he returns not so long after that with a small bag and a big bottle of water.
"Jaejoong. Follow me." He jerks his head, giving me sign to walk after him. I have no choice but to do as he told.
He leads me out of the ER. I don't know where he's going to; neither of us say anything and I just keep following him while staring at his lean back.
After a while, I realize that he's heading towards the forensic department.
"F-Forensic?" I stutter.
"Hmm."
He stops in front of a certain room. Even without reading the label, somehow I know what room it is. The flow of air from inside brings a fishy odour and the mix disgusting smell of blood, decomposed meat, formalin and chlorine.
"Go in." Yunho jerks his head.
I step a trembling feet reluctantly as Yunho pulls the sliding door open. The room feels hot and humid; as I fail to hold my breath the rotten air is getting stronger, invades me straight to my gut. I feel something from the pit of my stomach forces its way out and draping around my throat, threatening to spill.
“Here’s your patient.” Yunho tugs the cover away, revealing a form of bloody corpse, whose head is sliced irregularly into three vertical pieces-, face full of cuts, dirt and blood. Its eyes are bulging due to the fractures around its orbitals. With that and the smell that’s getting too impossible to handle, my resistance is failing.
I turn around immediately but Yunho grabs my arm and places one of the buckets there below me. “There.” He says.
I vomit the content of my stomach to the bucket, and he only crosses his arms and waits until the disgusting sound I produce subsides. He offers me the bottled water he brings. I ignore the offer; panting, sweating, eyes wet from nausea.
“Please…” for the first time in my life as med school students, I actually beg. “Not that…”
“Respect him, Jaejoong. His family will be here to take him tomorrow. Make him decent enough.” Yunho states flatly. “And you can make mistakes as many as you want. Come on…”
“No, please Hyung… please…” I know that I’ll eventually be in this condition sooner or later, just like Changmin who has experienced this earlier than me. But I just don’t want it now. I’m not ready, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. I just don’t want this.
He pulls my arm as I weakly try to stay strong on my feet.
In a swift, he drags two chairs from the corner and sets them side by side before sitting on one of the chairs and beckoning me to take the other one.
I drop myself to the seat. “Are you really this jobless!? Why do you do this to me, it wasn’t on your fucking job description!!” I yell at him. I don’t care anymore about the fucking seniority rules.
“I’m not bullying you. I wish to get you a case of less severe injury but this is the only one that has arrived here so far for tonight.”
“This is for the fucking forensic scuts!!”
“I’ve got you the permission from the chief of resident himself.” He put a mask and a pair of gloves onto my lap, before wearing the attributes for himself. I have no choice but to wear the things.
His coldness makes me furious. I feel like slamming his face to the fucking bloody corpse as he rips a wrapping of gauze pads and moistened it with the water. Then he cleans the blood around a certain area on the corpse's scalp and tosses the pad to the trash bin next to him.
“I’ll be your assistant. What should I do?” He asks.
“FUCK OFF!!”
He ignores me and fills an empty syringe with water. “Here. Anesthetize him. This part first.” He points the previously cleaned site.
“This is water.” I say.
“No need to use real lidocaine, right?”
I do as he told, infiltrating the wound site with an awkward, trembling move. It's so disgusting when I should touch the wet and bloody hair. I feel as if I'm using no gloves, like I can feel the cold wetness straight to my skin. My head spins.
“What do you want to use?” He asks.
“N-Nylon… needle number 14…” I answer hesitantly.
“Nylon is okay, but prolene induces less tissue reaction and lasts longer. Here.”
He gives me a needle and thread, surely it wasn’t nylon or prolene but who cares.
I begin to do the suture sloppily. The instruments drop and slip over and over. The scalp is depressingly rubbery. My nausea is increasing in every puncture I make.
Throughout my attempt he doesn’t avert his observation towards my work even for one second. It’s really intimidating and pissing me off; I start to wonder that he’s actually a robot wrapped in human tissues.
My stitches are messy and obnoxious, and he don’t ask me to disassemble the wrong knots that I’ve made, only asks me to keep stitching -sometimes remind me to dab the blood, insert the needle with a good 90o angle or place the focus of the knots on the right place. He does it in a really intimidating way, with his stoic face and robotic tone.
I don’t know how many hours I’ve spent for doing this shits; it takes a goddamn long time. The thorn scalp is almost finished but then this corpse still has cuts over his face, his limbs… I don’t know how many cuts he actually has. Sweat drenches my clothes, my vision is blurry and I think I will collapse soon at any moment.
“Okay, enough.” Yunho cuts me, after about… I glance at a clock. 4 hours. Fuck. “Leave the rest for the technicians.” He says.
I quickly take off my damp gloves and mask, just to realize that the mask doesn’t help me to shield the smell at all.
“Go back to the dorm and sleep.”
Oh, surely I will do that, though actually my duty hasn’t ended and I supposed to return to ER. There’s no way I’ll go back to ER, I feel disgusting and I need to soak my hands into soap and chlorine, undiluted if needed.
I dash away without saying anything to him.
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As soon as I reach my room I rush to the bathroom sink, startling Changmin with how I slam the door open. He hasn’t slept yet though it’s already two in the morning.
“Hyung!”
“I really hate him!! I fucking hate that Jung Yunho!” I pour the liquid soap more than generously, lathering my hands, my fingers, my nails, my arms, rubbing them against each other in panic.
“Are you okay!? Hyung! what happened?”
“Fuck! My hands still smell like fucking blood and pus and rotten…"
The heavy flow of tap water seems not enough to wash away the disgusting feel from my hands. I wash them again and again, smell them, and wash them again.
The smell won't disappear. I wash them again, smell them, wash them again.
Losing patience, I almost pour the chlorine into my hand but Changmin stops me.
"Hyung, don't do that!" He snatches the bottle and I immediately wash my hand again.
"This is disgusting!!"
"No, stop it, that's enough, dry your hands..."
"It still smells like blood!"
"It's not, okay?"
He grabs my hands and brings them to his nose. "Which one? Nothing like blood at all, I smell nothing but soap...." He says, sniffing all over my hands like a rabbit.
"Don't do that!!" I pull my hands but he grips them strong.
"It's not smelly at all! Where?" He sniffs them again, just to ensure me as if I'm a kid. Really pathetic, aren't I.
Exhaling a tired sigh, I let him towels dry my hands. “Yunho made me suture a corpse, a really smelly one… to make it looked decent for the family…"
The frog nods slowly, as if getting my point. “Aah, that’s why… it lingers in your nose. You just need a good shower, Hyung..."
"......I think.... so..." I sniff my hands again. "But... you sure it's not..."
"Not at all." He states firmly. "Now go shower."
As he closes the door I wonder, why did I let myself being ordered by him? That frog.
Anyway, it feels so nice to wash myself, trying to inhale as much as fresh air that's far different from the air in that forensic room. But then, I don't want to take a long time in the shower, after all the image of the corpse with his bulging eyes is still haunting me. Wearing my bathrobe, I get out of the bathroom.
To find the room filled with a nice, fresh and relaxing scent. Peppermint.
Apparently a pot of aromatherapy is burning in the corner. Oh my, this poor soul and his scent issue. Glad this time he makes a right choice.
“Do you mind?” He asks rather worriedly.
"No, it's nice... " I smile.
He blinks, mouth dropped open. Hmm. Am I smile that rarely?
Feeling uncomfortable with the bathrobe, I sneak behind the closet door to change into pajamas.
"Hyung..." I heard him calling, his voice is barely audible.
"Yeah?"
"Uhm... I wonder... if....."
Ddanddaranddan.... ddanddaranddan..... daddanddaranddan.... ddanddaranddan~~~~~*
The startling ringtone jolts me; I quickly grab my bag to find the cellphone. It's a number I don't recognize, but my heart almost stop noticing the area code. It's Japan.
I flip the cell open, answering it with quavering voice and anticipation.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jae?"
"Chunnie...?"
"Uhm... Yeah, sorry.... it's late. Err.. actuallyI'mlookingforacheapbilllingtime, anyway, may I have your time..?"
"S-sure... What's wrong?" God, my lung, my cardiac, be normal be normal be normal!!
".... Well... Listen. I know what I've done may have hurt you... but I didn't mean it, I was just confuse, I-I know it was rude, And I know it sounds so egoist, but I really don't want my stupidity interfere our friendship..."
SO? GOD PLEASE MAKE IT STRAIGHT. "Ye...ah...?"
"I... I was a rude bastard okay? It's my fault, I'm so sorry, but please... don't ignore me like this..."
"....................uh......... what the hell are you talking about, Chunnie? You're the one who's ignoring me."
"No, I mean... Please reply my mail, at least let me know you're doing okay there? I'm worried..."
"Ha? Yoochun. I've mailed you twice and you never reply."
"...............Seriously? To where!?"
"Dandymicky@yahoo.kr."
"....Jae. I've stopped using yahoo since last year. Now it's @gmail.com"
"You're lying!!
"Ask Hunsu and Hyukindez! We exchange emails!
"You never told me!"
"I've told you, I wrote it down somewhere on your pathology notebook, check that!... Ugh... Wait. Yours is Chocojoong@yahoo.kr, right?"
"it's Chocojae!! How could've you mistaken my email address??"
"Well we had always been together and never cared about phone bills, we never really used mails..."
"Chunnie.... I.... I thought... you cut me off on purpose..."
"Are you crazy?? I will never do that! Oh Jae I still want to talk a lot but I'm broke, I'll write you emails okay? Bye-bye!!"
He hang up the phone and I still feel like dreaming.
"Oh God... I can't believe this..."
"Seems like it was just a misunderstanding..." The frog giggles, watching me from his bed with chin propping on his palm.
"Oh my oh my oh my.... Changmin... Changmin...." I literally slam myself into him, squeezing him inside my arms and shake him as if he's my Teddy Bear. "You know, you look especially less geek today!"
"Uhm.... My e-mail changmin_wow@yahoo.kr, just in case…" he informs, face blushes. Oh my oh my he even looks cute!!
"Sure... will remember that!”
“You really love him, don’t you Hyung…”
“He’s my world, Min… my world…” I hug him again and he laughs aloud.
“That’s your reward for the hard work with Yunho, right?"
I giggle like a lovesick girl. "My mood changes drastically!"
"Ah... I should go. Be right back."
He releases himself and drags his slipper, looking in a hurry.
“Where are you going…?” I frown. It's late already.
“I need to borrow Donghae’s book, he usually sleeps late like me….”
I can only shake my head as his pitiful form rushes to the door. Seriously, still studying at this time. Well, whatever.
Yoochun. Yoochun. Yoochun.
Am I having a mood instability, or Yoochun is simply a miracle? The nastiness disappear in an instant, I feel so energized, I can even twist that bastard Yunho's balls tomorrow!
Oh, and now I can definitely have a sweet dream...
{to be continued]
A/N: Should shield Chun from the daggers thrown by Jaemin warriors…
Pairing: Jaemin (main), Jaechun
Author: umeboshi_heart
Warning: some WTFs in the latter chapters
Rating: PG 13- R
Summary: Just another campus life story.
Chapter 7
"You really are heartless..."
I can only drop my jaw when Anhee's reaction towards the 'sincere Changmin' photo is far from what I've expected.
"How could you say that!?" I yap.
"What have you done to him!?"
"N-n-nothing!!" Other than sex that pawn, I mean. But she couldn’t have possibly guessed that too, right? "What this is all about?"
She knits her eyebrows and narrows her eyes, looking at the latest photo of the frog which I took few days ago with glasses dangling low on her nose bridge. "He looked sad… "She says.
Good, now it's sad. Under pressure, sad, what's next? Suicidal tendency? I wonder if this Ahjuma really means what she has been talking about since last week.
"Ahjuma. I think you're too obsessed with Monalisa- Ouch!” I glare when she slaps my head. "Don't treat me like your own grandson, I'm still a doctor!!"
"Well you don't act like one! You really act like my grandson; the difference is he's twelve years old!" She retorts.
I flop down into the chair next to her and take a deep breath to readjust my tone; after all I’ve learned that struggling against her will only give me more troubles.
"Ahjuma… this person is my roommate, okay? I know him perfectly, he's too goof and blunt to be considered sad or under pressure, and that day he really smiled a lot. No way was he sad!" I try to negotiate.
"Then you really have no attention towards people around you. He looked sad to me. And I’m sure other people whose senses aren’t as blunt as yours will think the same way.”
I shrug, taking notes of the physical examination result I just got earlier. Yeah, today she let me examined her also. She even told me a bit about her disease history, an important thing to help my learning. I mean, I’ve read that through her medical records, but knowing directly from the real source is somehow different and always better.
“The thing is, I honestly still couldn't get what you are talking about…” I admit.
“Well, the other man’s photo, the pale one, looks quite sincere to me. Just compare those.”
“But everyone has a different style of smiling!”
“It’s true. You just have to be less blunt.”
“Okay, okay.” I throw my hands aside and pick the failed photo. “So now, what should I do?”
“Try it again. And only show me the photo after you’re sure that it’s a happy smile.”
I groan, dropping my head on the spot next to her. “You’re actually just bored, right?”
She grins and let out a crook, devilish snicker. “I am. But what I just said is true.”
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I manage to get into cafeteria earlier than usual, a little sort of breath from fast-walking straight from the ward. Without Yoochun the battle is now on my own, the battle that I’ve been giving up since the beginning of my clinical rotation.
The battle to get a piece of coconut cheesecake.
Honestly I don’t know whether it’s indeed a battle or not since me and Yoochun are the only ones whose craving towards the cococheese (the café’s abbreviation for coconut cheesecake) I consider extraordinary, but! Everytime I got here by the lunch time cococheese had always sold out, so I guess its popularity are rising lately.
I hate to squeeze myself between sweaty people but since the snack counter are always full of buyers, there’s no other choices but to mingle in.
And oooh… lucky… there’s still one cococheese left. One of my snotty juniors has almost touched the thing, but before her stubby fingers can get an inch closer I snap, “RETREAT, WOMAN!!”
She surrenders like a defeated bulldog, leaving the cococheese for my pleasure only. I smile in pride and victory.
Well, maybe it was a bit too much for a food. But I really need the dessert as my supplement today since tonight, yes, tonight, will definitely be my most disastrous night duty so far. Why?
Later. Now I’m engulfing every heavenly crunchy piece of coconut flesh and softy texture of melting cheese and its perfect flavor and tenderness and I just need to concentrate for it.
However, the guy over there, who happens to be my roommate Shim Changmin aka frog, is breaking my concentration by laughing at me like an N2O inhaling kid, I guess due to my cococheese battle scene he accidentally witnessed. Giggling with no sound, his body shook with hand on his tummy and face red in color. Somehow I feel heat creeps through my cheek. Damn that frog.
Still munching the cococheese, I flop into one of the seat and he immediately follows, taking a place across me, only holding a bottle of mineral water.
“Hyung, it’s funny that you actually like coconut cheesecake, I always think that you’re just like a coconut…” he said, still trying to control his laughter. What does he even mean by that? Weirdo.
Suddenly I remember my task from Anhee and it ruins the taste of my cococheese.
“Ugh, you really are irritating.” I blame him for it.
“Eh? Why?”
“You laugh a lot with no reason, yet don’t know how to smile the right way and got me into troubles because of it.” I munch the last bite of chococheese hatefully. What. Damn, last bite already.
He tries to absorb what I’m talking about before asking, “What do you mean?”
Looking into his clueless, serious face, I know I haven’t made any sense before letting him know the problem. Who knows he might be a better help. But I can’t just say that I’ve chosen him out of the million interpretations of the term “pretty”, right? His nose will go big.
“Simply put, one of my patients can only cooperate if I brought her some photos of happy smiles taken by me, since she loves photography like that…. .“I rephrase the tagline.
“Oh, that’s why you took photo of me a lot lately!”
“Yes. And they were all failed. She said you smiled like someone who was sad and under pressure!”
He pauses for a moment before bursts out laughing and takes a sip of his bottled water. “I don’t understand what she meant by that…”
“I don’t understand either. I already told her that you’re too much of a goof to be sad or under pressure, but she didn’t believe me…”
“G-goof…” He seems shock with the label.
"So, now seeing you really makes me angry!!" I sum up with my own map of thinking.
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“I’m sorry…” He scratches the back of his head. “What about the other photos? Did she approve those?”
“Yeah the other one is Yoochun’s and she said it was okay, while you, you weren’t sincere and forced yourself to smile.”
“Eh~~ how could she say that? Are you sure she wasn’t just playing with you, Hyung?”
“Well she did, but the resident of ward let her so there’s nothing I can do…
“Oh, or… maybe because I looked tired? I was quite sleepy that time…”
I groan at the reason. He’s got a point. “In that case it’s because of your sleep deprivation! And that!” I refer to his bottled water. “You only have that for lunch!?”
“Oh, no, no.” he waves his hand, looking rather embarrassed. “My lunch will be here soon.”
I only quirk my eyebrows, and like an anime scene, soon a girl comes from nowhere with a tray of ramyun. Correction. An enormous bowl of ramyun.
“Baby!!” She calls the frog cheerfully with a high-pitched voice. “Here you are~~”
Frog’s eyes gleams with excitement upon seeing the steamy dish that’s being placed before him. “Thank you, Nuna…” He smiles wide with mismatch eyes while my jaw drops.
“Oh my cute baby, this is nothing compared to that pretty powerpoint you made!” She ruffles frog’s hair and practically squishes him into a hug, or should I say, squishes him into her nasty looking boobs and even rubbing her chin against the top of his head! Seriously, how could he just smiles sheepishly receiving such sexual assault!? The pervert girl is in bliss enjoying his fluffy hair and soft skin! This is the case where he should run for help or call the police!!
“Ah, but this is extra-large…” He says, puppy-eyed. “Is this okay?”
“My baby should eat a lot!” She even pinches the frog’s cheek, and again he attempts no objection.
I clear my throat and the girl immediately releases him. “Oh, Jaejoong! How’s Prof.Kim doing?” She says, unaware that I actually feel disgusted. She thinks I also want the attention.
“He’s good.”
“That’s nice then!” And she returns her attention to the frog. “Have a happy meal, baby~~”
I wait until her form disappears among the crowd and quickly shoot a glare at the frog.
“Is she your girlfriend!?”
He looks surprise, ears turn bright red. “Yeonhee Nuna?? No!!”
“How could you let her molests you like that!?”
“M-molest!? No-no-no, she was just being friendly…!!”
Uhm. Okay. He let me molest him worse than that, so no reason for him to reject being molested by a creature that actually has a fun called boobs. Oh. He’s just a man after all.
I look at him cynically, suddenly aware of what kind of guy I’m living with. “You’re so disgusting!!”
“Why do you say that!?”
I roll my eyes and prop head against my elbow, too disgust to mind his objection. “That’s why your smile isn’t sincere…”
He blinks, looking rather hurt. “Hyung…”
“Shut up. Eat.” I order. He sighs and starts digging the steamy ramyun soup, still looking baffle at my accusation.
…. And why I’m still here when I have nothing else to do?
He slurps his noodle. “Oh, I saw your night duty schedule today..”
He can’t talk about ‘night duty’! No one can mention that poisonous word to me after my bliss of cococheese, not today!!
“Why should you talk about that before the food I ate leave my fucking gaster!?” I snatch his bottle and use it to hit his head.
“W-What’s wrong with it!?” He grimaces, massaging the spot I just hit.
“It’s JUNG YUNHO!! The resident on duty tonight will be the emperor Yeti Jung Yunho!!”
“Uhm… is he someone strict?”
“He’s more than strict, he’s annoying, bad, he’s dangerous, he’s-“
“So damn hot and sinfulicious….” My line is cut off by a sleazy voice that has been too familiar lately.
“Hunsu!”
…. Excuse me, what was just the frog called him with?
“Minito!”
I gawk, darting glances between Hunsu and M-M-M-Minito in both suspicion and disbelief. I’m afraid something will happen. The last time I heard someone called him Hunsu with such acceptance, something did happen.
“So, how’s La Viuda de Blanco?” Junsu takes a seat beside the frog and drapes an arm over him in friendliest manner.
No no no no no no no nooo!! My roommate will not join hands with Junsu and squeals gleefully about how hot was Osvaldo Rios or how they cried when Yolandita Monge finally managed to sing Te Extrano in front of the audienceswa-wa-wa-wait wait wait wait why the hell I know so much what Junsu is talking about!!!!???
Wait. Now that I’ve thought about it…….. Yoochun……… once….. no no no, it wasn’t happening…
“I watched it until Duvan and Felipe saw Alicia, but then too much works to do…” Frog answers.
“Tsk. Too bad you’re not as easily influenced as Hyukindez…” Junsu bites his thumb, looking dark and tactic.
I let out a looong sigh of relief. At least frog prioritizes his study. That means he’s not that much of a freak, right?
“In that case, how about Esmeralda…” Junsu is about to take out something from his bag but I block his hand.
“Don’t even try, Junsu!” I challenge his glare with an equal darkness. “How many people do you wish to convert!?”
“Hm. You don’t know? I do try to convert everyone, including Yoochun-oh, I mean… Chunando…” He smiles victoriously; I glare back hatefully, while frog uses this chance to finish his ramyun.
“And for your information, he did watch La Viuda de Blanco… all 158 episodes…” Junsu added.
Good now I know how the sudden memory popped in my head. “But he didn’t turn odd.” I reason.
“Tsk. You’ve got a point. But don’t worry. One day, for sure…”
I scowl and walk away, leaving the idiot. Still some hours before my duty start, I can use that for a good meditation in the library.
“Hyung!” The frog catches up and stops me by my sling bag. “Make sure you stay on ER, don’t go outside alone… lately it’s dangerous. Kyuhyun is missing too now, like Ryeowook…”
“You’re not my mom.”
I’m sure I can’t leave anyway, remember who I’ll be with?
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Tap tap tap.
The footsteps gradually subside and I sigh in relief.
Still, my chest can't stop pounding in anxiety; I keep thinking that every sound of footsteps that's coming closer to our chamber resembles the sounds of Jung Yunho's shoes (oh yeah, I swear his shoes sound different than the others -rather inhumanely if I should say). It's almost 10 pm, and ever since my duty hour started, this fellow 4th grader named Kim Kibum -whom I knew on the other day as Changmin’s former roommate-, has been taking over every suturing task so far for today. I really feel at ease knowing he is my partner, since he's well-known for his fiery ambition in clinical practice, thus why me avoiding the chance seems like a blessing to him.
However, I know things won't be so easy if Jung Yunho finds out about this. I know how he hates to see other people enjoying life. But then again, our seniors from 5th and 6th grade not so far from us are arguing over something that makes me think that they're out of their mind.
"I won the jan-ken-pon, okay? The next surgery by Yunho Hyung will have me going in!"
"Come on, you had gotten your chance the other day, now it's mine! I never even once succeed in approaching him less than one meter in radius!"
"Unnie.... you see him everyday! You take the same bus with him!"
"But I want him to look at me with such sexy gaze, saying 'Bomi, that's wrong' with such deep, cold voice~~"
They're a bunch of complete nonsense, while Kibum is too engulfed in his image training to care about me (well, he did talk to me a couple of time but he's just too much of a geek to chat during work time) and so I sigh in boredom.
Tap tap tap.
No, that's not Jung Yunho. Not Jung Yunho. Willpower. Willpower.
"New patients..." The nurse peeks from behind the curtain. "... and doctor Yunho wants two persons to go to the operation room now."
Kibum flickers in excitement, my two seniors yell in euphoria while I immediately utter the words of gratitude to God. If Yunho is busy in the operation room that means, at least for the next three hours I will be free from…
“Oh, you two. Kibum and Jaejoong, right?”
…………..fuck. I cancel my words of gratitude then.
“Yunho Hyung! I thought you’re going for the operation in level two.“ On the contrary to my freezing face, Kibum looks happy to see him.
“Kangin will take that one.” The evil Yunho is know stepping into the chamber with two maps of medical records, and suddenly I feel like the room’s temperature decreases drastically.
Kibum laughs. “The girls are hoping to be with you, they went to level two with high expectation…”
“They will be happy to see Kangin, don’t worry.” Yunho smiles slightly. “Anyway, two patients, one person each. Who prefers the cut in scalp instead of wrist?”
Kibum immediately raises his hand and snatches one of the medical record before dashing to the assigned chamber, while I stay glued to my spot, not sure of what to do. I know I should say something to make him bully me less, but I can’t just act like Kibum and ask him to trust the other patient to me.
As expected, he reads my attitude.
“Do you need a companion?” He asks, coldly.
I stay silent for a while and finally answer, “I can’t. I don’t know how to stitch.” I know I'm so dead.
“You’ve received classes and tutorials.”
“Suturing latex and human skin is different.”
“So learn the difference.”
“N-No… I can’t make mistakes in the real people!” I I panic, looking for a fake justification while actually I just don't want to do it.
“Then don’t make one.”
“I will likely make mistakes!!" I raise my voice slightly, trying hard to make it sounds less rebellious. I can't control my emotion, Yunho's flat tone really picks on my nerve.
"You're left out. The other kids are having no problem with sutures."
"I don't care, okay!?"
It's unexpected when Yunho only sighs and says, "Okay then. I'll give this to my junior." and he leaves the chamber.
I should've felt relieved, but somehow I can't. I know that bastard won't let this go so easily; he might report me to the consultant, I might get summoned, I don't know what he's planning actually but I'm sure I won't like it.
And yes, he returns not so long after that with a small bag and a big bottle of water.
"Jaejoong. Follow me." He jerks his head, giving me sign to walk after him. I have no choice but to do as he told.
He leads me out of the ER. I don't know where he's going to; neither of us say anything and I just keep following him while staring at his lean back.
After a while, I realize that he's heading towards the forensic department.
"F-Forensic?" I stutter.
"Hmm."
He stops in front of a certain room. Even without reading the label, somehow I know what room it is. The flow of air from inside brings a fishy odour and the mix disgusting smell of blood, decomposed meat, formalin and chlorine.
"Go in." Yunho jerks his head.
I step a trembling feet reluctantly as Yunho pulls the sliding door open. The room feels hot and humid; as I fail to hold my breath the rotten air is getting stronger, invades me straight to my gut. I feel something from the pit of my stomach forces its way out and draping around my throat, threatening to spill.
“Here’s your patient.” Yunho tugs the cover away, revealing a form of bloody corpse, whose head is sliced irregularly into three vertical pieces-, face full of cuts, dirt and blood. Its eyes are bulging due to the fractures around its orbitals. With that and the smell that’s getting too impossible to handle, my resistance is failing.
I turn around immediately but Yunho grabs my arm and places one of the buckets there below me. “There.” He says.
I vomit the content of my stomach to the bucket, and he only crosses his arms and waits until the disgusting sound I produce subsides. He offers me the bottled water he brings. I ignore the offer; panting, sweating, eyes wet from nausea.
“Please…” for the first time in my life as med school students, I actually beg. “Not that…”
“Respect him, Jaejoong. His family will be here to take him tomorrow. Make him decent enough.” Yunho states flatly. “And you can make mistakes as many as you want. Come on…”
“No, please Hyung… please…” I know that I’ll eventually be in this condition sooner or later, just like Changmin who has experienced this earlier than me. But I just don’t want it now. I’m not ready, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. I just don’t want this.
He pulls my arm as I weakly try to stay strong on my feet.
In a swift, he drags two chairs from the corner and sets them side by side before sitting on one of the chairs and beckoning me to take the other one.
I drop myself to the seat. “Are you really this jobless!? Why do you do this to me, it wasn’t on your fucking job description!!” I yell at him. I don’t care anymore about the fucking seniority rules.
“I’m not bullying you. I wish to get you a case of less severe injury but this is the only one that has arrived here so far for tonight.”
“This is for the fucking forensic scuts!!”
“I’ve got you the permission from the chief of resident himself.” He put a mask and a pair of gloves onto my lap, before wearing the attributes for himself. I have no choice but to wear the things.
His coldness makes me furious. I feel like slamming his face to the fucking bloody corpse as he rips a wrapping of gauze pads and moistened it with the water. Then he cleans the blood around a certain area on the corpse's scalp and tosses the pad to the trash bin next to him.
“I’ll be your assistant. What should I do?” He asks.
“FUCK OFF!!”
He ignores me and fills an empty syringe with water. “Here. Anesthetize him. This part first.” He points the previously cleaned site.
“This is water.” I say.
“No need to use real lidocaine, right?”
I do as he told, infiltrating the wound site with an awkward, trembling move. It's so disgusting when I should touch the wet and bloody hair. I feel as if I'm using no gloves, like I can feel the cold wetness straight to my skin. My head spins.
“What do you want to use?” He asks.
“N-Nylon… needle number 14…” I answer hesitantly.
“Nylon is okay, but prolene induces less tissue reaction and lasts longer. Here.”
He gives me a needle and thread, surely it wasn’t nylon or prolene but who cares.
I begin to do the suture sloppily. The instruments drop and slip over and over. The scalp is depressingly rubbery. My nausea is increasing in every puncture I make.
Throughout my attempt he doesn’t avert his observation towards my work even for one second. It’s really intimidating and pissing me off; I start to wonder that he’s actually a robot wrapped in human tissues.
My stitches are messy and obnoxious, and he don’t ask me to disassemble the wrong knots that I’ve made, only asks me to keep stitching -sometimes remind me to dab the blood, insert the needle with a good 90o angle or place the focus of the knots on the right place. He does it in a really intimidating way, with his stoic face and robotic tone.
I don’t know how many hours I’ve spent for doing this shits; it takes a goddamn long time. The thorn scalp is almost finished but then this corpse still has cuts over his face, his limbs… I don’t know how many cuts he actually has. Sweat drenches my clothes, my vision is blurry and I think I will collapse soon at any moment.
“Okay, enough.” Yunho cuts me, after about… I glance at a clock. 4 hours. Fuck. “Leave the rest for the technicians.” He says.
I quickly take off my damp gloves and mask, just to realize that the mask doesn’t help me to shield the smell at all.
“Go back to the dorm and sleep.”
Oh, surely I will do that, though actually my duty hasn’t ended and I supposed to return to ER. There’s no way I’ll go back to ER, I feel disgusting and I need to soak my hands into soap and chlorine, undiluted if needed.
I dash away without saying anything to him.
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As soon as I reach my room I rush to the bathroom sink, startling Changmin with how I slam the door open. He hasn’t slept yet though it’s already two in the morning.
“Hyung!”
“I really hate him!! I fucking hate that Jung Yunho!” I pour the liquid soap more than generously, lathering my hands, my fingers, my nails, my arms, rubbing them against each other in panic.
“Are you okay!? Hyung! what happened?”
“Fuck! My hands still smell like fucking blood and pus and rotten…"
The heavy flow of tap water seems not enough to wash away the disgusting feel from my hands. I wash them again and again, smell them, and wash them again.
The smell won't disappear. I wash them again, smell them, wash them again.
Losing patience, I almost pour the chlorine into my hand but Changmin stops me.
"Hyung, don't do that!" He snatches the bottle and I immediately wash my hand again.
"This is disgusting!!"
"No, stop it, that's enough, dry your hands..."
"It still smells like blood!"
"It's not, okay?"
He grabs my hands and brings them to his nose. "Which one? Nothing like blood at all, I smell nothing but soap...." He says, sniffing all over my hands like a rabbit.
"Don't do that!!" I pull my hands but he grips them strong.
"It's not smelly at all! Where?" He sniffs them again, just to ensure me as if I'm a kid. Really pathetic, aren't I.
Exhaling a tired sigh, I let him towels dry my hands. “Yunho made me suture a corpse, a really smelly one… to make it looked decent for the family…"
The frog nods slowly, as if getting my point. “Aah, that’s why… it lingers in your nose. You just need a good shower, Hyung..."
"......I think.... so..." I sniff my hands again. "But... you sure it's not..."
"Not at all." He states firmly. "Now go shower."
As he closes the door I wonder, why did I let myself being ordered by him? That frog.
Anyway, it feels so nice to wash myself, trying to inhale as much as fresh air that's far different from the air in that forensic room. But then, I don't want to take a long time in the shower, after all the image of the corpse with his bulging eyes is still haunting me. Wearing my bathrobe, I get out of the bathroom.
To find the room filled with a nice, fresh and relaxing scent. Peppermint.
Apparently a pot of aromatherapy is burning in the corner. Oh my, this poor soul and his scent issue. Glad this time he makes a right choice.
“Do you mind?” He asks rather worriedly.
"No, it's nice... " I smile.
He blinks, mouth dropped open. Hmm. Am I smile that rarely?
Feeling uncomfortable with the bathrobe, I sneak behind the closet door to change into pajamas.
"Hyung..." I heard him calling, his voice is barely audible.
"Yeah?"
"Uhm... I wonder... if....."
Ddanddaranddan.... ddanddaranddan..... daddanddaranddan.... ddanddaranddan~~~~~*
The startling ringtone jolts me; I quickly grab my bag to find the cellphone. It's a number I don't recognize, but my heart almost stop noticing the area code. It's Japan.
I flip the cell open, answering it with quavering voice and anticipation.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jae?"
"Chunnie...?"
"Uhm... Yeah, sorry.... it's late. Err.. actuallyI'mlookingforacheapbilllingtime, anyway, may I have your time..?"
"S-sure... What's wrong?" God, my lung, my cardiac, be normal be normal be normal!!
".... Well... Listen. I know what I've done may have hurt you... but I didn't mean it, I was just confuse, I-I know it was rude, And I know it sounds so egoist, but I really don't want my stupidity interfere our friendship..."
SO? GOD PLEASE MAKE IT STRAIGHT. "Ye...ah...?"
"I... I was a rude bastard okay? It's my fault, I'm so sorry, but please... don't ignore me like this..."
"....................uh......... what the hell are you talking about, Chunnie? You're the one who's ignoring me."
"No, I mean... Please reply my mail, at least let me know you're doing okay there? I'm worried..."
"Ha? Yoochun. I've mailed you twice and you never reply."
"...............Seriously? To where!?"
"Dandymicky@yahoo.kr."
"....Jae. I've stopped using yahoo since last year. Now it's @gmail.com"
"You're lying!!
"Ask Hunsu and Hyukindez! We exchange emails!
"You never told me!"
"I've told you, I wrote it down somewhere on your pathology notebook, check that!... Ugh... Wait. Yours is Chocojoong@yahoo.kr, right?"
"it's Chocojae!! How could've you mistaken my email address??"
"Well we had always been together and never cared about phone bills, we never really used mails..."
"Chunnie.... I.... I thought... you cut me off on purpose..."
"Are you crazy?? I will never do that! Oh Jae I still want to talk a lot but I'm broke, I'll write you emails okay? Bye-bye!!"
He hang up the phone and I still feel like dreaming.
"Oh God... I can't believe this..."
"Seems like it was just a misunderstanding..." The frog giggles, watching me from his bed with chin propping on his palm.
"Oh my oh my oh my.... Changmin... Changmin...." I literally slam myself into him, squeezing him inside my arms and shake him as if he's my Teddy Bear. "You know, you look especially less geek today!"
"Uhm.... My e-mail changmin_wow@yahoo.kr, just in case…" he informs, face blushes. Oh my oh my he even looks cute!!
"Sure... will remember that!”
“You really love him, don’t you Hyung…”
“He’s my world, Min… my world…” I hug him again and he laughs aloud.
“That’s your reward for the hard work with Yunho, right?"
I giggle like a lovesick girl. "My mood changes drastically!"
"Ah... I should go. Be right back."
He releases himself and drags his slipper, looking in a hurry.
“Where are you going…?” I frown. It's late already.
“I need to borrow Donghae’s book, he usually sleeps late like me….”
I can only shake my head as his pitiful form rushes to the door. Seriously, still studying at this time. Well, whatever.
Yoochun. Yoochun. Yoochun.
Am I having a mood instability, or Yoochun is simply a miracle? The nastiness disappear in an instant, I feel so energized, I can even twist that bastard Yunho's balls tomorrow!
Oh, and now I can definitely have a sweet dream...
{to be continued]
A/N: Should shield Chun from the daggers thrown by Jaemin warriors…