Aug 17, 2008 21:16
The voice didn’t distract me from noticing the small metal band being passed between the two people down the street. Peeking out from an insert in the alley, there the two were, clear as day.
Wordlessly I watched, anger building, and building with no end. As soon as the shorter exited, I stormed forward, towards him.
“So you’ve finally caught us, huh?” there wasn’t any guilt, but what irritated me more was that he knew. Knew that I was watching, knew how I felt.
“You’re a fucking bastard, do you know that?” I snarled, cutting him off before he could walk any farther. He had the decency to stop, but the icy edge from his stare was still obviously visable.
“Am I Yunho? I’m only making him happy, isn’t that what you should want?” I was glad to have the few centimetres of advantage, but somehow he seemed bigger today, looking straight into my eyes with no intent of standing down.
“You fucking knew how I felt-“ but he shoved me back before I could even think of finishing the sentence.
“How you felt Yunho!? Have you even thought about him? About Junsu?” the accusation had me advancing forward again, but small, slim hands on my chest stopped me, and him, from colliding.
“Come on guys, I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding! Let’s just talk it out-“ no. I’m sorry Jaejoong, but not this time. Easily, the band mother was shoved aside so I could grab his shoulder again.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Do you really want DBSK to break up? I don’t think I could fucking look at you after this,” usually I would be able to keep my head, think about this rationally, for DongBang… but not this time. This was more important. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him forward so I was practically breathing my words right into his face, there was no way he could avoid my eyes now. “What the fuck is running through your head, Yoochun?”
“Listen, I’m sick and tired of your leader shit. Just because you’re older and the leader doesn’t mean you can fucking control everyone like your puppets!” with some unheard of strength from the younger, he shoved me back so hard I had to take atleast 3 steps to recover. That did it, if he wanted physical, I could do that.
“I don’t act like that! Stop making me sound like the bad guy! It was working out just fine, why do you have to step in now? Just jealous that I took your fanservice partner away?” I was stepping forward to push him back, but Changmin who had kept silent during the fight grabbed onto my arm and pulled me back. Jaejoong had moved over to Yoochun’s side and was holding him back as well. However, our anger seemed to overpower the other two’s weak resistance, because it wasn’t long until I shoved Yoochun back again.
“You fucking shit. Use your head,” at that he shoved his finger to my forehead, forcing me to incline my head back a bit. “It makes more sense this way. The whole Yunjae thing has Junsu worried and heartbroken, you of all people should know that,” he growled the whole thing before bringing his fist up by my chin. He swung a mock hit, just barely missing my cheek by inches. “If you come near Junsu again, I’ll make sure to hurt you a lot more than how you’ve hurt him.”
Next thing I knew, Yoochun was clutching his cheek, blood dripping through his hand, my knuckles sore from the sudden, but hard impact.
That was the breaking point between us. Fists were thrown left, right and center, both of us landing clear hits and drawing quite a bit of blood. After a few I managed to fling him onto the ground, where I jumped on top of him and pulled him back up by his jacket once again.
“Like hell. We had good times together, you cant possibly make him as happy as I did. You haven’t gone through half the amount of hell that we did together,” I ground out between my clenched teeth, staring straight down at my fellow band mate. Or perhaps ex band mate in the following days.
Before any more words should be shot at each other, once again we were pulled apart by Jaejoong and Changmin. We both struggled and pulled to get back at each other, we we’re finished yet. In a period of madness, I kicked over a near garbage can, spilling the contents all over the alley.
“This isn’t over yet,” I snarled, pulling back out of Changmin’s grip before I exited the alley, wiping the blood out of my eyes and off my cheeks. Yes, far from over.
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an; if it's not obvious by now what i based this on... then it'll be perfectly clear in the next couple of chapters.
first hosu... sorry if it sucked! I dont usually write in first person either... aiiish. I forget how to write properly...
chaptered,
yoosu,
day after day,
hosu