31 Days
Title: Day 0 // pt.2
Author: alicyrielle
Pairing: Yoosu (Main)
Characters: Yoochun, Junsu, Jaejoong, Yunho, Changmin, (To Be Updated)
Genre: Angst, Supernatural, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: If you were given the chance to save a life, would you? Even at the cost of your own life?
"Umma, I'm home..." Junsu kicked his shoes off at the entrance and went upstairs to his room.
"Su! It's 12pm already, why did you take 1hour to reach home? Mr. Jeon called to tell me you were coming home because you weren't feeling well. Where did you go?" Mrs. Kim held a scoop as she rushed out of the kitchen in her pink floral apron. Hearing that Junsu was sick, she cooked porridge for the boy for lunch.
"Ma, I'm fine. I just need some rest. I'll be in my room." Junsu shut the door to his room.
Mrs. Kim worry was evident on her face. The only time Junsu was ever like this was when his grandmother passed away when he was 10. Grandma Kim was Junsu's best friend growing up, she would buy candies for him and take him to play soccer with their neighbors. Grandma Kim died of old age and Junsu was devastated by it. He wouldn't talk to anyone, wouldn't eat, and that cause him to be sick with fever.
In Junsu's room, he threw his back on the floor and took off his shirt. Walking to his bed, he laid down and stared at the ceiling. On the ceilng were glow-in-the-dark stickers of dolphins. Ever since his grandmother passed away, Junsu had been afraid of the dark. The stickers would always remind him that even at his darkest moments, his grandmother would be watching over him from above. He wished Yoochun had someone like that for him...
He turned on his side and curled up into a ball. As he was laying there, he teared non-stop. Junsu was not even sobbing, the tears just uncontrollably rained down. In just second, his pillow was soaked in his tears. He laid in that position for 5 minutes and soon drifted to sleep.
Someone at the corner of the room behind him was staring at him. Not looking over him, not glaring. Just staring at him, with motive. When the door opened, the figure disappeared.
Mrs. Kim was worried about her son and came in with lunch to check on Junsu. When she opened the door, she thought she saw someone standing at the far end of the room. She brushed it away thinking it was nothing.
Noticing Junsu was fast asleep, she left the porridge at his table side and left.
Evening came and Junho was home. Junsu was still asleep. His face was scrunched up in a frown and still tears-stained.
"Umma! I'm home!" Junsu swung the door wide open and threw his luggage and bag on the floor and ran to his mother who was setting up the table for dinner.
"Junho ya! Omona, I've missed you so much my child. How was the States? I'm so glad you've finally graduated!" Mrs. Kim hugged Junho back as tight.
"Aww Ma. Where's Junsu? He would have came down immediately if he had heard me." Junho looked around the house and caught no sight of Junsu.
"Junho... It seems like Junsu is sick, he came home early from school and went to bed without even eating. I'm worried about him, and I don't know what to ask him. Can you talk to him for me? He doesn't tell me because he doesn't want me to worry... Please Junho, go check on your brother.." Mrs. Kim looked down on the floor as if she failed her duty as a parent.
"Don't worry Ma, Junsu will be fine. I'll be right back."
In the room, Junsu was startled by the sound of luggage being thrown on the floor and screaming that he woke up. His body ached from having slept in the same position for hours. He realized that the porridge on his bedside and cooled down and he felt bad for wasting the food his mother had prepared. He stood up and went to take a shower and change. As he was washing his face, he realized that his eyes were puffy and red. Like he had been crying for days before he slept. The thought of when he found out Yoochun was dead came back to him again. He shook his head as if it would help shake the thought away. He turned away from the mirror and dried his face as he walked out. There on his bed was Junho.
Junho was lying on the bed looking at the dolphin stickers on the ceiling. A smile crept up to his face.
"You're back already, Hyung. I've missed you." Junsu felt better at the thought that his brother is finally home.
"Me too. I'm surprised the stickers are still there, Su." Junho turned his head sideways to look at the younger.
"It'll always be there. It was the last birthday present I got from grandma. I'll never throw it away no matter how old I get!" Junsu felt embarrassed to say that. He was 19 but still having dolphin stickers stuck on his ceiling.
"You know, Su, sometimes people that you love very much leave. But that's the way life is. Remembering them is accepting that they are no longer around but keeping the spirit they have, within you, when they were alive. Sometimes letting go makes you happier." Junho sat up and face straight towards Junsu.
Junsu looked down, "Why do all the good people die first?" He didn't understand.
"Because that is what they are called to. The nicest people love the hardest."
Junsu's mind thought of Yoochun, and wondered if that is why he had died. Because he was too nice...
"You can always tell me if there's anything bothering you, Su. Let's go down for dinner. Umma must be waiting and I'm starving!" Junho smiled and made his way to the door, closing the door behind him on his way out.
Junsu just stared at the door, glad that his brother was back home and safe. As he was about the head down for dinner, he felt a swish of wind. He felt a shiver down his spine and had this urge to turn back. He felt someone was staring at him. When he turned around, he put his hands over his mouth and screamed.
“WHAT-“
“Shhhhhh. There, there. We wouldn’t want to wake up the whole neighborhood would we. I’m afraid if the whole neighbouhood knows of my existence, I would have to kill everyone. Junsu.”
It gave a very sinister smile to Junsu. Junsu felt he was dreaming, with it’s hand over his mouth, he felt like screaming even more!
“Su! Is everything alright up there! Hurry down for dinner!”
“Err.. errr.. Okay! I’m coming!” Junsu craned his neck and shouted towards the door, without leaving sight of the person infront of him. Should he even call it a person? He wasn’t even sure himself.
“That was a smart move. I’ll cut to the chase. I’m here to grant you your wish.”
Wish?! Wish?! What wish? When? I never made a wish? Not to this guy at least? What-
That it hit him. He turned to look at the figure in front of him. It seem to notice that Junsu was aware of what they were talking about.
“I suppose you’re smart enough to figure it all out. Yes. My name is Death. I have come to grant you your wish on helping Park Yoochun change his mind on committing suicide. If you succeed, the rest is history. However, in exchange for many years he would live for if you succeed, yours would be shorten. If you fail or choose to ignore, everything goes back to normal. You go back to leading your own life, just like now. You wanted a chance to cheat death, I’m giving you the chance. It’s your choice now. Would you want to take your chances with me?” Death smiled at Junsu as he toyed with Junsu’s emotions.
Junsu was conflicted. This guy had nothing to do with him. He wasn’t even close to this guy. But to hear about someone killing himself at the tender age of 19, made him feel conflicted. Helping this guy would mean shortening his own life. Not helping would mean going against his morals. It wouldn’t just be a suicide anymore. It would be that Yoochun died because Junsu didn’t care enough to help him survive.
“You don’t have to give me an answer now. I will give you until tomorrow to tell me if you’ld agree. Its your choice, Junsu. Nobody can make the choice for you.” Death laughed as turned around and flew off.
A note dropped. On it wrote:
You must make a choice to take a change; or your life will never change.
Junsu pushed it under his pillow and hurried down for dinner.
“What was taking you so long to come down, dear? Are you feeling alright? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Mrs. Kim looked at Junsu with worry written all over her face,
Little did she know, Junsu saw something that was even more unbelievable than a ghost.
“I’m… I’m okay, Umma. I’m just tired.” Junsu, afraid to look up, stared at the ground as he walked over to the dinning table.
Dinner went by with Junsu in silence. The only conversation that could be heard was Junho’s experience in the States.
After dinner ended Junsu hurried back to his room. Having the time alone, he begin to ponder about the 2 choices Death gave him.
That night, before Junsu went to sleep, he shouted out the answer into the air. As so people would think. But Death heard him and smiled to himself.
Author: alicyrielle
Pairing: Yoosu (Main)
Characters: Yoochun, Junsu, Jaejoong, Yunho, Changmin, (To Be Updated)
Genre: Angst, Supernatural, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: If you were given the chance to save a life, would you? Even at the cost of your own life?
"Umma, I'm home..." Junsu kicked his shoes off at the entrance and went upstairs to his room.
"Su! It's 12pm already, why did you take 1hour to reach home? Mr. Jeon called to tell me you were coming home because you weren't feeling well. Where did you go?" Mrs. Kim held a scoop as she rushed out of the kitchen in her pink floral apron. Hearing that Junsu was sick, she cooked porridge for the boy for lunch.
"Ma, I'm fine. I just need some rest. I'll be in my room." Junsu shut the door to his room.
Mrs. Kim worry was evident on her face. The only time Junsu was ever like this was when his grandmother passed away when he was 10. Grandma Kim was Junsu's best friend growing up, she would buy candies for him and take him to play soccer with their neighbors. Grandma Kim died of old age and Junsu was devastated by it. He wouldn't talk to anyone, wouldn't eat, and that cause him to be sick with fever.
In Junsu's room, he threw his back on the floor and took off his shirt. Walking to his bed, he laid down and stared at the ceiling. On the ceilng were glow-in-the-dark stickers of dolphins. Ever since his grandmother passed away, Junsu had been afraid of the dark. The stickers would always remind him that even at his darkest moments, his grandmother would be watching over him from above. He wished Yoochun had someone like that for him...
He turned on his side and curled up into a ball. As he was laying there, he teared non-stop. Junsu was not even sobbing, the tears just uncontrollably rained down. In just second, his pillow was soaked in his tears. He laid in that position for 5 minutes and soon drifted to sleep.
Someone at the corner of the room behind him was staring at him. Not looking over him, not glaring. Just staring at him, with motive. When the door opened, the figure disappeared.
Mrs. Kim was worried about her son and came in with lunch to check on Junsu. When she opened the door, she thought she saw someone standing at the far end of the room. She brushed it away thinking it was nothing.
Noticing Junsu was fast asleep, she left the porridge at his table side and left.
Evening came and Junho was home. Junsu was still asleep. His face was scrunched up in a frown and still tears-stained.
"Umma! I'm home!" Junsu swung the door wide open and threw his luggage and bag on the floor and ran to his mother who was setting up the table for dinner.
"Junho ya! Omona, I've missed you so much my child. How was the States? I'm so glad you've finally graduated!" Mrs. Kim hugged Junho back as tight.
"Aww Ma. Where's Junsu? He would have came down immediately if he had heard me." Junho looked around the house and caught no sight of Junsu.
"Junho... It seems like Junsu is sick, he came home early from school and went to bed without even eating. I'm worried about him, and I don't know what to ask him. Can you talk to him for me? He doesn't tell me because he doesn't want me to worry... Please Junho, go check on your brother.." Mrs. Kim looked down on the floor as if she failed her duty as a parent.
"Don't worry Ma, Junsu will be fine. I'll be right back."
In the room, Junsu was startled by the sound of luggage being thrown on the floor and screaming that he woke up. His body ached from having slept in the same position for hours. He realized that the porridge on his bedside and cooled down and he felt bad for wasting the food his mother had prepared. He stood up and went to take a shower and change. As he was washing his face, he realized that his eyes were puffy and red. Like he had been crying for days before he slept. The thought of when he found out Yoochun was dead came back to him again. He shook his head as if it would help shake the thought away. He turned away from the mirror and dried his face as he walked out. There on his bed was Junho.
Junho was lying on the bed looking at the dolphin stickers on the ceiling. A smile crept up to his face.
"You're back already, Hyung. I've missed you." Junsu felt better at the thought that his brother is finally home.
"Me too. I'm surprised the stickers are still there, Su." Junho turned his head sideways to look at the younger.
"It'll always be there. It was the last birthday present I got from grandma. I'll never throw it away no matter how old I get!" Junsu felt embarrassed to say that. He was 19 but still having dolphin stickers stuck on his ceiling.
"You know, Su, sometimes people that you love very much leave. But that's the way life is. Remembering them is accepting that they are no longer around but keeping the spirit they have, within you, when they were alive. Sometimes letting go makes you happier." Junho sat up and face straight towards Junsu.
Junsu looked down, "Why do all the good people die first?" He didn't understand.
"Because that is what they are called to. The nicest people love the hardest."
Junsu's mind thought of Yoochun, and wondered if that is why he had died. Because he was too nice...
"You can always tell me if there's anything bothering you, Su. Let's go down for dinner. Umma must be waiting and I'm starving!" Junho smiled and made his way to the door, closing the door behind him on his way out.
Junsu just stared at the door, glad that his brother was back home and safe. As he was about the head down for dinner, he felt a swish of wind. He felt a shiver down his spine and had this urge to turn back. He felt someone was staring at him. When he turned around, he put his hands over his mouth and screamed.
“WHAT-“
“Shhhhhh. There, there. We wouldn’t want to wake up the whole neighborhood would we. I’m afraid if the whole neighbouhood knows of my existence, I would have to kill everyone. Junsu.”
It gave a very sinister smile to Junsu. Junsu felt he was dreaming, with it’s hand over his mouth, he felt like screaming even more!
“Su! Is everything alright up there! Hurry down for dinner!”
“Err.. errr.. Okay! I’m coming!” Junsu craned his neck and shouted towards the door, without leaving sight of the person infront of him. Should he even call it a person? He wasn’t even sure himself.
“That was a smart move. I’ll cut to the chase. I’m here to grant you your wish.”
Wish?! Wish?! What wish? When? I never made a wish? Not to this guy at least? What-
That it hit him. He turned to look at the figure in front of him. It seem to notice that Junsu was aware of what they were talking about.
“I suppose you’re smart enough to figure it all out. Yes. My name is Death. I have come to grant you your wish on helping Park Yoochun change his mind on committing suicide. If you succeed, the rest is history. However, in exchange for many years he would live for if you succeed, yours would be shorten. If you fail or choose to ignore, everything goes back to normal. You go back to leading your own life, just like now. You wanted a chance to cheat death, I’m giving you the chance. It’s your choice now. Would you want to take your chances with me?” Death smiled at Junsu as he toyed with Junsu’s emotions.
Junsu was conflicted. This guy had nothing to do with him. He wasn’t even close to this guy. But to hear about someone killing himself at the tender age of 19, made him feel conflicted. Helping this guy would mean shortening his own life. Not helping would mean going against his morals. It wouldn’t just be a suicide anymore. It would be that Yoochun died because Junsu didn’t care enough to help him survive.
“You don’t have to give me an answer now. I will give you until tomorrow to tell me if you’ld agree. Its your choice, Junsu. Nobody can make the choice for you.” Death laughed as turned around and flew off.
A note dropped. On it wrote:
You must make a choice to take a change; or your life will never change.
Junsu pushed it under his pillow and hurried down for dinner.
“What was taking you so long to come down, dear? Are you feeling alright? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Mrs. Kim looked at Junsu with worry written all over her face,
Little did she know, Junsu saw something that was even more unbelievable than a ghost.
“I’m… I’m okay, Umma. I’m just tired.” Junsu, afraid to look up, stared at the ground as he walked over to the dinning table.
Dinner went by with Junsu in silence. The only conversation that could be heard was Junho’s experience in the States.
After dinner ended Junsu hurried back to his room. Having the time alone, he begin to ponder about the 2 choices Death gave him.
That night, before Junsu went to sleep, he shouted out the answer into the air. As so people would think. But Death heard him and smiled to himself.