Just another HS fic-Chapter 50
-CHAPTER 50-
When I entered class, Junsu and IU rushed to me, seeing my face. They immediately showered me with questions. I told them that I’d tell them later. People in the class whispered intensely. When Euna arrived in class, she rushed to me too, as if forgetting that she isn’t supposed to talk to me in public situations. The whispers intensified even more. Later, Yunho entered class, looked at me slightly with an undecipherable expression; it was something really mixed between sadness, anger, guilt, fright… anyways… I could see a lot of expression mixed into one. I bet that ass is feeling sorry now.
But I don’t want his pity. It would be the last thing that I want. I put on a tough face, ignoring all the stares and whispers directed and concerned to me.
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The other classes were relatively calm. A little too calm in fact. It was actually pretty awkward. It was as if the fact that my face was injured has caused everybody to temporarely shut up. Junsu and IU kept turning back to look at me though. I’m sure Euna did too, but I didn’t look back at her. She should be looking at Yunho if she’d to be looking at anybody at all.
Just when it was lunch time, Junsu and IU rushed to me like hungry hound dogs.
“Hyung! Hyunnnnng! What happened?!” Junsu said, pleading me to tell him.
“Jaejoong! Who did this to you??” IU said, looking like she was about to sue somebody any second.
“Relax guys. I’ll tell you later”
Yunho left the class without even talking to Euna. She left the class chasing after him. Junsu and IU kept asking me questions as we were walking to my locker.
“I said I’ll tell you later. Besides, what is past is past. Don’t need to worry so much” I reassured them.
“What do you mean I shouldn’t worry?! You have a friggin cut on your lip and your face! And look! That part of our face is slightly purple! I mean, it’s going to take weeks, maybe months for all of this to heal into your perfect face again and…” IU babbled, but I zoned out. I definetly wasn’t going to tell her that I was almost killed because she would probably go crazy right on the spot.
We were walking to my locker and I wasn’t paying attention to anything really when suddenly I heard a loud metallic bang. The three of us stopped walking and my head snapped up…
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“WHAT-THE-FUCK?!” I shouted. Mansu was against my locker with Yunho’s hand on his collar. Mansu looked very afraid. He still had the marks of the wounds I inflicted on his face before.
“J-Jaejoong! I-I swear it wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything to him!” Mansu said pitifully. He then turned to me “R..right? Right Jaejoong?” he said to me. I saw a new bruise on his face and I felt so sorry for him. So very sorry.
“Get your hand off him, Yunho” I said coldly to him and he looked at me, panting, seething and slightly confused.
“This guy bullied you no!? Didn’t he bully you?! Why are you defending him? Are you stupid?!” Yunho yelled at me angrily as he slammed his hand next to Mansu’s head. Mansu whimpered.
“Who’s bullying who?! Let me tell you! Between you and him, you’re the worst!” I said just as angrily. Yunho looked at me with a dark look and then, he punched Mansu again. Hard.
“What the fuck! Get OFF him!” I said, running to them. I tried pulling Yunho off of Mansu, but Yunho was really strong. He kept punching the poor Mansu who helplessly received the blows.
IU and Junsu came to help me, but even with the three of us, Yunho was still stronger; especially considering that I’m not very strong right now.
“Yunho, you fucktard, get off him!!!!” I yelled as I pulled harder and then, suddenly, I felt something in my body rip. Oh fuck. My wound… I forgot…
“Ahh…”I moaned as I held on to my side, my knees falling to the floor.
“Jaejoong! What’s wrong?!” IU yelled, attending me immediately as I fell on the floor.
“Hyung! What’s going on! Hyung!” Junsu yelled also, very scared.
I removed my hands and saw that they were already stained with some blood. IU and Junsu’s screaming finally got Yunho’s attention. He turned around and looked at me with a frightened look.
“Y-you… what is…how…” he said, letting go of Mansu and looking at me with panic.
“F…fuck…” was all I was able to say. It friggen hurts and I’ll probably have to buy a new uniform considering that you can’t really wash off blood.
“Get the nurse!” IU screamed to Junsu who immediately started running, but before he even took three steps, I felt my body being lifted up. Next thing I knew, Yunho had carried me into the nurse’s office and she started attending my wounds. Several minutes after that, a bunch of doctors came in and bandaged me up again, but I didn’t pay attention to them. All I could think about right now is how angry I am at Yunho. How much I hate his jerk-like personality. How I hate his popularity.
How I hate that I love him.
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“You’re cut got larger” the doctor told me “You’ll have to stay at home for a while” he told me with a serious expression on his face. I nodded and the doctor went out. My body really wasn’t in a good condition now. I had lost quite some blood; not enough to kill me, but just enough to make me feel weak as hell. The doctor also told me that I had to recuperate.
Since I couldn’t walk by myself, I had to use a wheelchair in the meantime. Junsu helped me push it because I wasn’t even allowed to push it myself. We were outside now. Junsu, IU, Changmin, Euna and Yunho were there around me.
“Jaejoong… let me send you home…” Yunho said with a very guilty expression on his face. He looked like crap. I shot him a very dark look and looked down so low that I couldn’t see his face anymore. He was shaking.
“Hyung… let me call my driver to send you home…” Junsu suggested.
“No” I immediately replied. I won’t let them know that I can’t actually go back to my house anymore. Junsu gave me a confused look.
“W..why?” he said and I opened my phone and called Taegoon’s number. He picked up after three rings.
“Yobseyo, Jaejoong? Yo! I’m in class now, don’t call man!” he said with a slight laugh.
“I’m sorry, but can you pick me up? My wound opened again” I said.
“What?! Seriously? Okay wait and don’t move! I’ll be right there!” he said and then hung up.
“Who did you call?” Changmin asked.
“I’ll present him to you when he comes. You guys shouldn’t miss school because of me so when he comes, you guys can go back to class” I told them.
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“Hey dude!! What’s going on? Why did your wound open again?” Taegoon said, running to me.
“I got a little bit overworked” I said, twisting my mouth. Taegoon looked up at Yunho who looked back at him darkly.
“Oh I see” Taegoon said, almost with humor “let’s get you home then” he said and took the handles of my wheelchair.
“Bye guys” I said and waved at them, but mostly at my three real friends. I didn’t even look at the two others.
As Taegoon’s car left the school parking lot, I could only see Yunho still standing in the school yard from a distance. He was looking back at me from afar.
I looked away.
Taegoon was looking at me from his mirror, shaking his head like he would for a foolish teenager who doesn’t know better.
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Back at Taegoon’s home, commotions obviously happened. Both me and him were scolded for not taking good enough care of me. I was then condemned to be in bed until I felt better, but it was all good. I didn’t want t to talk to anybody anyhow.
…
I’m angry and that’s all there is to it. If I just let myself be angry, it will end up going away. Breathe in, and out. In and out. In and-
My phone buzzed. I exhaled sharply and took my phone. I expected it to be a text from one my friends, but no. It was Yunho. The last person I wanted to interact with now. I deleted the message without reading it and went back to my breathing exercises. Soon though, another text came and I deleted it too.
This continued for a while, until I decided to shut my phone off. I sighed right after I did.
Isn’t this what you always wanted, Jaejoong? To have Yunho show some concern to you?
No… this probably isn’t concern. It’s just his guilt…or pity. Either way, it can’t be something genuine. I don’t believe that.
“I’m done being pushed around” I said to myself, though ironically, a few tears did fall as I said those words. Everything is just too conflictual. Loving and hating somebody at the same time, it’s like you can never feel at rest as long as the other one is somewhere in this world or simply just in your head.
It makes me feel so helpless in times like these…
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Two days passed.
“Hey kiddo, feeling better?” Taegoon asked, entering my room with a tray of food, drink, medecine and whatnots.
“Physically, yes” I said and he nodded in his all-knowing way.
“Right. But I think you should open your phone now. Your friends might go search in your house if you ignore their calls and well… you wouldn’t want that, right?” he said and it made me smile a little. It was fun how this guy was able to make everything less serious. It’s like how I used to be and damn do I wish I was back to my old self again. I miss the old me.
“I was going to do that” I said.
“Alright whatever, I’m going to class anyhow” he told me, putting the tray on the little table-his little table- and leaving after waving me goodbye.
“Bye” I said.
After Taegoon left and ajhumma went downstairs to work, I opened my phone again.
“Shit…” I said as I saw my full inbox.
As I ate, I started deleting all the ones from Yunho, which was most of them. What did he do? Text me a full apology letter? Anyhow, I find that he deserves to be ignored at this point.
He never listens to me so why should I listen to him? Hmph.
When I was about to delete the last of Yunho’s text message however, my cursed curiosity got the best of me and I decided to look at what he wrote. I immediately regretted my decision as I felt my heart tug when I read the message.
“Jaejoong. I’m really sorry. I know that I don’t deserve an apology and I regret everything I’ve done to you so far. You were always good to me, but I was selfish and only thought of myself. I really want to redeem myself. I’ll do anything. Please forgive me...”
I immediately deleted the text message and closed my eyes. I bit my lips as my breathing became uneaven. Jaejoong, you weakling. Just a few words like these can make you weak? Why don’t you get a grip? There’s no possibility that you and him could ever be! Why don’t you get that?!
Why don’t I get that…
Why is it the only thing that I don’t get…?
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After reading all the rest of my messages from my friends, I had to call all of them and tell them that I’m alright and that I’m simply recuperating and blablabla. It surprised me how they answered my calls even as they were in class. They must have really been worried.
Apparently, Heechul and Siwon are together now. They were finally able to connect during the field trip. Junsu and Yoochun too. The only thing is that Junsu still hasn’t accepted Yoochun’s confession because well, he’s Junsu and therefore need more time.
Changmin and IU told me all of the stories that happened during the field trip and I felt like I should have gone. If I did, I might have avoided all of this drama.
There were some fun stories about he trip. During the campfire, they were all roasting marshmallows to make smores. Heechul and Siwon were already being touchy-feely with each other so they decided to leave. Yoochun then called Junsu for a talk so the only people left were IU and Changmin who started arguing about the amount of marshmallows they should put inside of the smores because IU is just crazy about marshmallows. IU ended up winning the argument; more marshmallows did taste better for some reason. IU and Changmin then decided to play pranks on the other lovebirds and scare them with spooky noises and whatnot. Those two are so bratty. Well, they are both younger so I guess it excuses them.
As for my wound I think that it’s getting a lot better. It hurts a lot less now. Staying at home all day eating and sleeping sure helps heal those wounds.
Even though everything seems to be momentarily stable, I can’t help to think of what’s going on with that killer now.
Where is he and what is he planning? It’s a sure thing that he doesn’t know where I am right now, but…I can’t help but worry about that. The fact that he’s still alive and free somewhere out there gives me a bad feeling…
A very bad feeling…
~ ~ ~
When I entered class, Junsu and IU rushed to me, seeing my face. They immediately showered me with questions. I told them that I’d tell them later. People in the class whispered intensely. When Euna arrived in class, she rushed to me too, as if forgetting that she isn’t supposed to talk to me in public situations. The whispers intensified even more. Later, Yunho entered class, looked at me slightly with an undecipherable expression; it was something really mixed between sadness, anger, guilt, fright… anyways… I could see a lot of expression mixed into one. I bet that ass is feeling sorry now.
But I don’t want his pity. It would be the last thing that I want. I put on a tough face, ignoring all the stares and whispers directed and concerned to me.
~ ~ ~
The other classes were relatively calm. A little too calm in fact. It was actually pretty awkward. It was as if the fact that my face was injured has caused everybody to temporarely shut up. Junsu and IU kept turning back to look at me though. I’m sure Euna did too, but I didn’t look back at her. She should be looking at Yunho if she’d to be looking at anybody at all.
Just when it was lunch time, Junsu and IU rushed to me like hungry hound dogs.
“Hyung! Hyunnnnng! What happened?!” Junsu said, pleading me to tell him.
“Jaejoong! Who did this to you??” IU said, looking like she was about to sue somebody any second.
“Relax guys. I’ll tell you later”
Yunho left the class without even talking to Euna. She left the class chasing after him. Junsu and IU kept asking me questions as we were walking to my locker.
“I said I’ll tell you later. Besides, what is past is past. Don’t need to worry so much” I reassured them.
“What do you mean I shouldn’t worry?! You have a friggin cut on your lip and your face! And look! That part of our face is slightly purple! I mean, it’s going to take weeks, maybe months for all of this to heal into your perfect face again and…” IU babbled, but I zoned out. I definetly wasn’t going to tell her that I was almost killed because she would probably go crazy right on the spot.
We were walking to my locker and I wasn’t paying attention to anything really when suddenly I heard a loud metallic bang. The three of us stopped walking and my head snapped up…
~ ~ ~
“WHAT-THE-FUCK?!” I shouted. Mansu was against my locker with Yunho’s hand on his collar. Mansu looked very afraid. He still had the marks of the wounds I inflicted on his face before.
“J-Jaejoong! I-I swear it wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything to him!” Mansu said pitifully. He then turned to me “R..right? Right Jaejoong?” he said to me. I saw a new bruise on his face and I felt so sorry for him. So very sorry.
“Get your hand off him, Yunho” I said coldly to him and he looked at me, panting, seething and slightly confused.
“This guy bullied you no!? Didn’t he bully you?! Why are you defending him? Are you stupid?!” Yunho yelled at me angrily as he slammed his hand next to Mansu’s head. Mansu whimpered.
“Who’s bullying who?! Let me tell you! Between you and him, you’re the worst!” I said just as angrily. Yunho looked at me with a dark look and then, he punched Mansu again. Hard.
“What the fuck! Get OFF him!” I said, running to them. I tried pulling Yunho off of Mansu, but Yunho was really strong. He kept punching the poor Mansu who helplessly received the blows.
IU and Junsu came to help me, but even with the three of us, Yunho was still stronger; especially considering that I’m not very strong right now.
“Yunho, you fucktard, get off him!!!!” I yelled as I pulled harder and then, suddenly, I felt something in my body rip. Oh fuck. My wound… I forgot…
“Ahh…”I moaned as I held on to my side, my knees falling to the floor.
“Jaejoong! What’s wrong?!” IU yelled, attending me immediately as I fell on the floor.
“Hyung! What’s going on! Hyung!” Junsu yelled also, very scared.
I removed my hands and saw that they were already stained with some blood. IU and Junsu’s screaming finally got Yunho’s attention. He turned around and looked at me with a frightened look.
“Y-you… what is…how…” he said, letting go of Mansu and looking at me with panic.
“F…fuck…” was all I was able to say. It friggen hurts and I’ll probably have to buy a new uniform considering that you can’t really wash off blood.
“Get the nurse!” IU screamed to Junsu who immediately started running, but before he even took three steps, I felt my body being lifted up. Next thing I knew, Yunho had carried me into the nurse’s office and she started attending my wounds. Several minutes after that, a bunch of doctors came in and bandaged me up again, but I didn’t pay attention to them. All I could think about right now is how angry I am at Yunho. How much I hate his jerk-like personality. How I hate his popularity.
How I hate that I love him.
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“You’re cut got larger” the doctor told me “You’ll have to stay at home for a while” he told me with a serious expression on his face. I nodded and the doctor went out. My body really wasn’t in a good condition now. I had lost quite some blood; not enough to kill me, but just enough to make me feel weak as hell. The doctor also told me that I had to recuperate.
Since I couldn’t walk by myself, I had to use a wheelchair in the meantime. Junsu helped me push it because I wasn’t even allowed to push it myself. We were outside now. Junsu, IU, Changmin, Euna and Yunho were there around me.
“Jaejoong… let me send you home…” Yunho said with a very guilty expression on his face. He looked like crap. I shot him a very dark look and looked down so low that I couldn’t see his face anymore. He was shaking.
“Hyung… let me call my driver to send you home…” Junsu suggested.
“No” I immediately replied. I won’t let them know that I can’t actually go back to my house anymore. Junsu gave me a confused look.
“W..why?” he said and I opened my phone and called Taegoon’s number. He picked up after three rings.
“Yobseyo, Jaejoong? Yo! I’m in class now, don’t call man!” he said with a slight laugh.
“I’m sorry, but can you pick me up? My wound opened again” I said.
“What?! Seriously? Okay wait and don’t move! I’ll be right there!” he said and then hung up.
“Who did you call?” Changmin asked.
“I’ll present him to you when he comes. You guys shouldn’t miss school because of me so when he comes, you guys can go back to class” I told them.
~ ~ ~
“Hey dude!! What’s going on? Why did your wound open again?” Taegoon said, running to me.
“I got a little bit overworked” I said, twisting my mouth. Taegoon looked up at Yunho who looked back at him darkly.
“Oh I see” Taegoon said, almost with humor “let’s get you home then” he said and took the handles of my wheelchair.
“Bye guys” I said and waved at them, but mostly at my three real friends. I didn’t even look at the two others.
As Taegoon’s car left the school parking lot, I could only see Yunho still standing in the school yard from a distance. He was looking back at me from afar.
I looked away.
Taegoon was looking at me from his mirror, shaking his head like he would for a foolish teenager who doesn’t know better.
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Back at Taegoon’s home, commotions obviously happened. Both me and him were scolded for not taking good enough care of me. I was then condemned to be in bed until I felt better, but it was all good. I didn’t want t to talk to anybody anyhow.
…
I’m angry and that’s all there is to it. If I just let myself be angry, it will end up going away. Breathe in, and out. In and out. In and-
My phone buzzed. I exhaled sharply and took my phone. I expected it to be a text from one my friends, but no. It was Yunho. The last person I wanted to interact with now. I deleted the message without reading it and went back to my breathing exercises. Soon though, another text came and I deleted it too.
This continued for a while, until I decided to shut my phone off. I sighed right after I did.
Isn’t this what you always wanted, Jaejoong? To have Yunho show some concern to you?
No… this probably isn’t concern. It’s just his guilt…or pity. Either way, it can’t be something genuine. I don’t believe that.
“I’m done being pushed around” I said to myself, though ironically, a few tears did fall as I said those words. Everything is just too conflictual. Loving and hating somebody at the same time, it’s like you can never feel at rest as long as the other one is somewhere in this world or simply just in your head.
It makes me feel so helpless in times like these…
~ ~ ~
Two days passed.
“Hey kiddo, feeling better?” Taegoon asked, entering my room with a tray of food, drink, medecine and whatnots.
“Physically, yes” I said and he nodded in his all-knowing way.
“Right. But I think you should open your phone now. Your friends might go search in your house if you ignore their calls and well… you wouldn’t want that, right?” he said and it made me smile a little. It was fun how this guy was able to make everything less serious. It’s like how I used to be and damn do I wish I was back to my old self again. I miss the old me.
“I was going to do that” I said.
“Alright whatever, I’m going to class anyhow” he told me, putting the tray on the little table-his little table- and leaving after waving me goodbye.
“Bye” I said.
After Taegoon left and ajhumma went downstairs to work, I opened my phone again.
“Shit…” I said as I saw my full inbox.
As I ate, I started deleting all the ones from Yunho, which was most of them. What did he do? Text me a full apology letter? Anyhow, I find that he deserves to be ignored at this point.
He never listens to me so why should I listen to him? Hmph.
When I was about to delete the last of Yunho’s text message however, my cursed curiosity got the best of me and I decided to look at what he wrote. I immediately regretted my decision as I felt my heart tug when I read the message.
“Jaejoong. I’m really sorry. I know that I don’t deserve an apology and I regret everything I’ve done to you so far. You were always good to me, but I was selfish and only thought of myself. I really want to redeem myself. I’ll do anything. Please forgive me...”
I immediately deleted the text message and closed my eyes. I bit my lips as my breathing became uneaven. Jaejoong, you weakling. Just a few words like these can make you weak? Why don’t you get a grip? There’s no possibility that you and him could ever be! Why don’t you get that?!
Why don’t I get that…
Why is it the only thing that I don’t get…?
~ ~ ~
After reading all the rest of my messages from my friends, I had to call all of them and tell them that I’m alright and that I’m simply recuperating and blablabla. It surprised me how they answered my calls even as they were in class. They must have really been worried.
Apparently, Heechul and Siwon are together now. They were finally able to connect during the field trip. Junsu and Yoochun too. The only thing is that Junsu still hasn’t accepted Yoochun’s confession because well, he’s Junsu and therefore need more time.
Changmin and IU told me all of the stories that happened during the field trip and I felt like I should have gone. If I did, I might have avoided all of this drama.
There were some fun stories about he trip. During the campfire, they were all roasting marshmallows to make smores. Heechul and Siwon were already being touchy-feely with each other so they decided to leave. Yoochun then called Junsu for a talk so the only people left were IU and Changmin who started arguing about the amount of marshmallows they should put inside of the smores because IU is just crazy about marshmallows. IU ended up winning the argument; more marshmallows did taste better for some reason. IU and Changmin then decided to play pranks on the other lovebirds and scare them with spooky noises and whatnot. Those two are so bratty. Well, they are both younger so I guess it excuses them.
As for my wound I think that it’s getting a lot better. It hurts a lot less now. Staying at home all day eating and sleeping sure helps heal those wounds.
Even though everything seems to be momentarily stable, I can’t help to think of what’s going on with that killer now.
Where is he and what is he planning? It’s a sure thing that he doesn’t know where I am right now, but…I can’t help but worry about that. The fact that he’s still alive and free somewhere out there gives me a bad feeling…
A very bad feeling…
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