grasping a gray paper crane (in my palm, a wish inside).
‘junsu, don’t open it okay? if you do, the wish won’t come true.’
an eleven-year old kim junsu looked down in his palm and there was a small paper crane. junsu looked up to see yoochun, smiling ever-so sweetly.
‘okay junsu? don’t open it.’
yoochun stared straight into junsu’s eyes and junsu shook his head. yoochun could hear his mother calling for him to hurry up and get into the car, it would be a long ride to their new home. yoochun smiled at junsu one last time as he ran over to the car. yoochun smiled at his mother, and he smiled at his father. junsu stood in front of yoochun’s old home with the small paper crane in his hands.
it was just a regular old paper crane; made out of old, white scratch paper and it was a bit dirty too.
he could hear the engine starting and yoochun looked out his window, and he whispered something, but junsu was unable to hear.
(i hope that wish comes true.)
yoochun could hear his mother scolding him for sticking his head out the window, and he slowly stuck his neck back in the car. yoochun didn’t turn his head to say goodbye to junsu. it was at this time that yoochun thought it would be better if they had never met. yoochun wished he didn’t have to move, but in this terrible economy, his parents had no choice.
junsu could see yoochun’s car driving away into the foggy distance, and neither did he cry nor wave. he walked down the street back to his house with the paper crane held safely in his warm hands. junsu wanted to open the crane and see what the wish yoochun wrote in it was, but he knew that if he did, the wish wouldn’t come true. even thought junsu didn’t believe in stuff like this, he wanted to believe yoochun.
six years.
it only took six years for junsu to forget all about yoochun. it only took six years for that small paper crane to be pushed under junsu’s bed, to never be found, to never be remembered.
junsu came home from a long, tiring day of high school, and his back ached. he flopped down onto his bed, but he knew his peaceful silence would soon be shattered by his mother. her footsteps could be heard whilst she walked on the stairs to junsu’s room, and he flung open the door.
‘kim junsu, you clean up this room right now!’
junsu wasn’t afraid of anybody, anybody except his mother. her voice struck fear in the hearts of others and her stern facial expression could make even the bravest of men wet their pants. junsu shot straight up from his bed and he noticed his mother was dressed extravagantly, but when isn’t she. junsu’s mother is a socialite, and he goes out practically everyday with her husband, otherwise known as junsu’s father. junsu looked over at the digital clock to the left of his bed and it was already eleven o’clock at night.
‘junsu, by the time your father and i get back, this room had better be spotless.’
his mother turned on her heels and walked gracefully down the stairs to the car waiting outside the door for the two of them. junsu walked over to the window to see the car drive away. junsu started to clean his closet first, because it was probably the cleanest part of his room. the last part of his room he had to clean was under his bed. he pulled the bed from the wall and it was a disaster under his bed. junsu took a deep breath and got started. in just thirty minutes, he was done cleaning under his bed.
junsu looked at the trash bin and he could see a something that looked like a gray wing stick out. junsu pulled the gray wing out and it revealed a slightly gray paper crane. junsu sat down on his bed with the crane in his palm, and he knows it was something important, but it just wasn’t coming back to him. junsu opened the paper crane up and there were faded words written in pen. he could just barely make the words out.
(i wish that you won’t forget me.)
junsu’s face seemed puzzled, where did this paper crane come from? and how long had it been under his bed? junsu laid down on his bed and he soon fell asleep with the paper crane in his hands.
the next day, junsu walked over the local convenience store to buy a new toothbrush, seeing as his was one year too old. he walked over to the cashier to ring it up and junsu looked at the cashier’s face, it looked familiar, but couldn’t quite put his tongue on it.
‘one dollar and fifty-nine cents.’
junsu opened his wallet and pulled out two dollars. he noticed that the voice also seemed familiar. the cashier behind the counter smiled as he got the change out of the register and he handed it to junsu.
‘thank you for your business!’
(junsu)
junsu turned around, he could swear he heard the cashier say his name, but junsu only walked out. he decided to sit outside the by the curb waiting for the man to get off his shift, so junsu could talk with him. everything about this man seemed familiar, his looks, his voice, and his smile. it took a couple of hours but the man finally got off his shift.
the man looked over to the window, junsu was still waiting out there. the man smiled before walking to the back room to change into regular civilian clothing. junsu could feel it getting colder and colder as he waited, and by the time the man got off his shift, junsu was reduced to nothing more than shivers and frosty-pink cheeks. the man wrapped a scarf around junsu’s neck and turned around and smiled at him.
‘let’s take a walk.’
the man smiled and junsu still a bit surprised that he knew junsu was waiting for him the whole time, took awhile before getting his feet to start walking. the man his hands behind his back and he only smiled as he walked side-by-side with junsu. junsu looked over to the man and he was quite frazzled. just who is he?
just then, the man stopped in his tracks and junsu only noticed a couple steps after. the man hung his head and junsu knew he wasn’t smiling anymore.
‘hey, can i ask you a question?’
junsu thought about it for awhile, but he had a question to ask the man also.
‘only if i can ask you a question first.’
the man nodded and junsu took a deep breath.
‘how do you know my name?’
junsu looked over to the man with a stern look on his face, one which almost rivals his mother’s. junsu looked over at the man, and he noticed that the man was slowly clenching his fists. the man turned a foot and he ran, junsu could tell that he was running as fast as he possibly could. junsu started up a second or two afterward and he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch up, but even so, he still ran. something was telling him to catch up to the man. junsu slowed down a bit, the man was barely in his line of vision, but junsu refused to give up, he needed to know.
he ran faster than he ever has, and he grabbed the man’s wrist. the man stopped and shook his wrist away from junsu’s grasp.
‘why did you run?’
junsu was able to ask between shallow gasps of cold air. he looked over at the man and he still hung his head.
‘because.. i knew the wish didn’t come true.’
junsu looked puzzled, but then it suddenly came back to him, the wish in that grey paper crane.
‘how do you know about that?’
junsu asked the man another question, but it didn’t seem like the man wanted to answer, even so, he did.
‘i know.. i know because i was the one who folded that crane for you, i was the one who wrote that wish, i was the one that i didn’t want you to forget.’
(i wish that you won’t forget me.)
‘just who are you?’
the man started to cry now, and junsu felt horrible for making him answer these questions, it seemed to hurt him so much, junsu could feel the man’s heart breaking, almost shattering into shimmering glass pieces. the man looked up into junsu’s eyes, and junsu could feel the pain that the man was feeling, he could see the hurt and the sadness.
‘junsu, why did you have to forget? i’m yoochun, park yoochun!’
yoochun fell to his knees and he started to sob, yoochun hoped that he would never have to go through this pain. junsu didn’t remember all of a sudden, it took him a couple of minutes. the memories didn’t come rushing back, but he could still feel the pain nonetheless. junsu slowly dropped to his knees and he held yoochun’s face in his hands.
yoochun’s eyes were shinning with tears, tears he wished he never had to cry. junsu brought yoochun’s face to his and their lips touched. yoochun could feel the warmth from junsu’s body and junsu wrapped his arms around yoochun’s neck. their kiss was sensual but yoochun still felt a stray teardrop fall from his eye. junsu wiped the tear away and he grabbed yoochun’s hand.
‘even after all those years, you still have my heart.’
junsu brought yoochun’s hand to his heart and yoochun could feel junsu’s heartbeat. junsu moved yoochun’s hand away and junsu rested his head on yoochun’s chest, to feel his heartbeat.
‘i forgot, but my heart still beats for you, and only you.’
an eleven-year old kim junsu looked down in his palm and there was a small paper crane. junsu looked up to see yoochun, smiling ever-so sweetly.
‘okay junsu? don’t open it.’
yoochun stared straight into junsu’s eyes and junsu shook his head. yoochun could hear his mother calling for him to hurry up and get into the car, it would be a long ride to their new home. yoochun smiled at junsu one last time as he ran over to the car. yoochun smiled at his mother, and he smiled at his father. junsu stood in front of yoochun’s old home with the small paper crane in his hands.
it was just a regular old paper crane; made out of old, white scratch paper and it was a bit dirty too.
he could hear the engine starting and yoochun looked out his window, and he whispered something, but junsu was unable to hear.
(i hope that wish comes true.)
yoochun could hear his mother scolding him for sticking his head out the window, and he slowly stuck his neck back in the car. yoochun didn’t turn his head to say goodbye to junsu. it was at this time that yoochun thought it would be better if they had never met. yoochun wished he didn’t have to move, but in this terrible economy, his parents had no choice.
junsu could see yoochun’s car driving away into the foggy distance, and neither did he cry nor wave. he walked down the street back to his house with the paper crane held safely in his warm hands. junsu wanted to open the crane and see what the wish yoochun wrote in it was, but he knew that if he did, the wish wouldn’t come true. even thought junsu didn’t believe in stuff like this, he wanted to believe yoochun.
six years.
it only took six years for junsu to forget all about yoochun. it only took six years for that small paper crane to be pushed under junsu’s bed, to never be found, to never be remembered.
junsu came home from a long, tiring day of high school, and his back ached. he flopped down onto his bed, but he knew his peaceful silence would soon be shattered by his mother. her footsteps could be heard whilst she walked on the stairs to junsu’s room, and he flung open the door.
‘kim junsu, you clean up this room right now!’
junsu wasn’t afraid of anybody, anybody except his mother. her voice struck fear in the hearts of others and her stern facial expression could make even the bravest of men wet their pants. junsu shot straight up from his bed and he noticed his mother was dressed extravagantly, but when isn’t she. junsu’s mother is a socialite, and he goes out practically everyday with her husband, otherwise known as junsu’s father. junsu looked over at the digital clock to the left of his bed and it was already eleven o’clock at night.
‘junsu, by the time your father and i get back, this room had better be spotless.’
his mother turned on her heels and walked gracefully down the stairs to the car waiting outside the door for the two of them. junsu walked over to the window to see the car drive away. junsu started to clean his closet first, because it was probably the cleanest part of his room. the last part of his room he had to clean was under his bed. he pulled the bed from the wall and it was a disaster under his bed. junsu took a deep breath and got started. in just thirty minutes, he was done cleaning under his bed.
junsu looked at the trash bin and he could see a something that looked like a gray wing stick out. junsu pulled the gray wing out and it revealed a slightly gray paper crane. junsu sat down on his bed with the crane in his palm, and he knows it was something important, but it just wasn’t coming back to him. junsu opened the paper crane up and there were faded words written in pen. he could just barely make the words out.
(i wish that you won’t forget me.)
junsu’s face seemed puzzled, where did this paper crane come from? and how long had it been under his bed? junsu laid down on his bed and he soon fell asleep with the paper crane in his hands.
the next day, junsu walked over the local convenience store to buy a new toothbrush, seeing as his was one year too old. he walked over to the cashier to ring it up and junsu looked at the cashier’s face, it looked familiar, but couldn’t quite put his tongue on it.
‘one dollar and fifty-nine cents.’
junsu opened his wallet and pulled out two dollars. he noticed that the voice also seemed familiar. the cashier behind the counter smiled as he got the change out of the register and he handed it to junsu.
‘thank you for your business!’
(junsu)
junsu turned around, he could swear he heard the cashier say his name, but junsu only walked out. he decided to sit outside the by the curb waiting for the man to get off his shift, so junsu could talk with him. everything about this man seemed familiar, his looks, his voice, and his smile. it took a couple of hours but the man finally got off his shift.
the man looked over to the window, junsu was still waiting out there. the man smiled before walking to the back room to change into regular civilian clothing. junsu could feel it getting colder and colder as he waited, and by the time the man got off his shift, junsu was reduced to nothing more than shivers and frosty-pink cheeks. the man wrapped a scarf around junsu’s neck and turned around and smiled at him.
‘let’s take a walk.’
the man smiled and junsu still a bit surprised that he knew junsu was waiting for him the whole time, took awhile before getting his feet to start walking. the man his hands behind his back and he only smiled as he walked side-by-side with junsu. junsu looked over to the man and he was quite frazzled. just who is he?
just then, the man stopped in his tracks and junsu only noticed a couple steps after. the man hung his head and junsu knew he wasn’t smiling anymore.
‘hey, can i ask you a question?’
junsu thought about it for awhile, but he had a question to ask the man also.
‘only if i can ask you a question first.’
the man nodded and junsu took a deep breath.
‘how do you know my name?’
junsu looked over to the man with a stern look on his face, one which almost rivals his mother’s. junsu looked over at the man, and he noticed that the man was slowly clenching his fists. the man turned a foot and he ran, junsu could tell that he was running as fast as he possibly could. junsu started up a second or two afterward and he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch up, but even so, he still ran. something was telling him to catch up to the man. junsu slowed down a bit, the man was barely in his line of vision, but junsu refused to give up, he needed to know.
he ran faster than he ever has, and he grabbed the man’s wrist. the man stopped and shook his wrist away from junsu’s grasp.
‘why did you run?’
junsu was able to ask between shallow gasps of cold air. he looked over at the man and he still hung his head.
‘because.. i knew the wish didn’t come true.’
junsu looked puzzled, but then it suddenly came back to him, the wish in that grey paper crane.
‘how do you know about that?’
junsu asked the man another question, but it didn’t seem like the man wanted to answer, even so, he did.
‘i know.. i know because i was the one who folded that crane for you, i was the one who wrote that wish, i was the one that i didn’t want you to forget.’
(i wish that you won’t forget me.)
‘just who are you?’
the man started to cry now, and junsu felt horrible for making him answer these questions, it seemed to hurt him so much, junsu could feel the man’s heart breaking, almost shattering into shimmering glass pieces. the man looked up into junsu’s eyes, and junsu could feel the pain that the man was feeling, he could see the hurt and the sadness.
‘junsu, why did you have to forget? i’m yoochun, park yoochun!’
yoochun fell to his knees and he started to sob, yoochun hoped that he would never have to go through this pain. junsu didn’t remember all of a sudden, it took him a couple of minutes. the memories didn’t come rushing back, but he could still feel the pain nonetheless. junsu slowly dropped to his knees and he held yoochun’s face in his hands.
yoochun’s eyes were shinning with tears, tears he wished he never had to cry. junsu brought yoochun’s face to his and their lips touched. yoochun could feel the warmth from junsu’s body and junsu wrapped his arms around yoochun’s neck. their kiss was sensual but yoochun still felt a stray teardrop fall from his eye. junsu wiped the tear away and he grabbed yoochun’s hand.
‘even after all those years, you still have my heart.’
junsu brought yoochun’s hand to his heart and yoochun could feel junsu’s heartbeat. junsu moved yoochun’s hand away and junsu rested his head on yoochun’s chest, to feel his heartbeat.
‘i forgot, but my heart still beats for you, and only you.’