[FanFic] To Hell With Rules[Ch:1.9]
Title: Strong
Chapter: 1.9
Rating: PG-13
Length: ?? chapters
Genre: romance, drama, comedy, angst, happy ending
Sammury: They were busted and to be punished, or were they?....
A/N: I know you're getting tired of baby yoosu but one more chapter and they will be teenagers, romance will bloom soon, so bear with me please...
Junsu was frowning widely today. Wearing his casual clothes and sitting on the bank between his hyung and yunho with the rest of the family, he looked around him
The place, the stadium, was filled with people. It was the national championship after all, and the eleven years old didn't like it, again.
'Want some soda, su?' changmin turned to his brother and asked softly
Usually, junsu wouldn't say no, not on such a hot day, but today he was feeling gloomy all together. He didn't like to be here, he didn't want to be here, he was dragged here against his will. And did I say he didn't want to watch this as well? Well, he didn't.
'Why are we here?' he whined to his hyung, frowning
'You'll see soon' changmin smiled and kept his eyes on the ring in the middle of the stadium where two boys were fighting.
Their VIP seats were just in front of the ring, first row banks were way too comfortable than those in normal seats. At least their banks had little cushions to sit on and not just plastic, but still it wasn't good
Junsu closed his eyes as the boy fighting fell on the floor; blood was oozing out of his mouth. He was knocked out. His opponent won the match, as it seemed from all the roaring and the cheering of the crowd
Junsu whined again and opened his eyes slightly, a disgusted look on his face. He hated fighting, he hated blood and he hated being here, and worse, yoochun wasn't there. He didn't come with them. His uncle told him he'll show up later, but he wasn't here still and junsu didn't like this, yoochun was never late like this before, he never kept him waiting before.
'I'm going to… buy a snack' junsu mumbled, another match was about to begin and he didn't like to be there and watch
'I think you'll want to watch this one, sweetie' his aunt looked at him and smiled
He blinked at her
'In the right corner…' the announcer began ' known for his powerful punches and flying kicks, fifteen years old, one hundred sixty centimeters, fifty kilograms, Shin…Dong…Hee' the crowd cheered
'And in the left corner…' he went on ' known for his fast reflexes and smart moves, thirteen years old, one hundred fifty eight centimeters, forty five kilograms, Park… Yoo…Chun' and the crowd cheered even more
'Both contesters will be fighting in the semifinals now to get the one and only chance to fight against our national champion, the defender of the title for the second year in a row Kim…Jong…Kook after lunch break'
Junsu's jaw dropped open as he watched yoochun standing in the ring, ready to fight
'Chunie~' he let out softly, rubbing his eyes and blinking, trying to make sure if this was a dream or real. The frown on his face, however, turned into pout at once, he looked at the elder boy and didn't even dare blink, his heart twisting with worry, as the bell rang announcing the beginning of the match junsu held back his breath, watching
The other boy was strong; he was taller and heavier than yoochun, but yoochun was doing really good. He was so fast the other boy couldn't touch him; his kicks and punches kept missing their target and hitting the air or were blocked by yoochun's defense. Soon, he was out of breath
Yoochun took the chance at once; he changed from defense to attack at once and with his fast reflexes and high speed he directed a flying kick toward his opponent hitting him in the shoulder
The judge raised the his left hand and the big scoreboard showed one to zero, the time was ticking, it was half a minute into the match now
Yunho and changmin along the other family members cheered loudly, it looked like yoochun had won something. But he didn't understand anything, and it was driving him insane
'It means he got one point' changmin explained to his brother, seeing how frustrated he looked ' he got a point for kicking his opponent on the shoulder'
Junsu nodded his head, understanding now; he kept his eyes on the match, watching yoochun's every move
It didn't end there. Shin Dong Hee didn't seem the type who went down without giving it his best. By the time the scoreboard showed one minute into the match he had managed to achieve a point to himself, hitting yoochun on the thigh
Yoochun looked angry, he kept avoiding and defending this time as well, the clock was ticking and when it showed one minute twenty five seconds into the match he attacked, jumping high in air and reaching with what seemed to be a flying kick. His opponent prepared to defend himself but yoochun smirked and changed into double punch in the chest at once, taking the other boy by surprise
The bell rang. The match ended, yoochun won three to one and everyone was cheering. Junsu was happy and cheering too, even though he couldn't understand anything. He was happy yoochun won, he didn't need more
Yoochun bowed to his opponent and as the judge announced yoochun winner, holding up his hand as the crowds cheered
'And now, ladies and gentlemen we go on a two hours lunch break before the last match of the day. The most important match…The final match between the defender of the title and the challenger so stay with us!'
'Come on, let's go eat' changmin smiled to junsu pulling him up and out of the stadium
'Chunie~' junsu whined, reaching out his hand in the direction where yoochun was three seconds ago but now wasn't
'He'll just follow us dear. Don't worry' his aunt assured and junsu pouted and walked with them
Entering the restaurant they sat together to one table, junsu made sure to keep the empty chair beside him for yoochun and they ordered lunch
'Chunie didn't order' junsu frowned as the waiter walked away to get their orders for them
'He'll when he comes' yunho assured him
'Did you like the matches, honey?' his aunt asked softly
'Chunie is strong' junsu smiled
'Of course he is, between taekwondo and karate no one can cross him anymore' yunho hissed. Not entirely liking this: my younger brother is stronger than me and I can't cross him or he will kick me to next week issue
'If yoochun wins the next match he'll be the hero, he'll be the champion' Park Young Woon explained to his son gently
'Chunie will be a superhero!' junsu cheered happily and everyone giggled
'Yoochun' Park Eun Hee beamed at her son as he approached them, bowed his head and sat down. He was still wearing his uniform, but the black belt was now tied tighter and more firmly than it was in the match
'Good match, son'
'Thanks, but Shindong wasn't a joke, he's good'
'So will your next opponent be, you should do your best' his uncle smiled
'Of course' yoochun smiled at them and turned to look at junsu ' did you like the match, su?'
Junsu only pouted:' he hit chunie' he whined and yoochun chuckled, before he could answer junsu went on, more happily now ' but chunie hit him too, more, it was cool~'
The waiter walked back with their food and junsu offered some to yoochun who shook his head, but still took the fork and the knife, cut the steak and fed junsu like he always did
'I won't eat before the match; it's easier to fight on an empty stomach' yoochun shook his head, drank some water from junsu's cup and fed the boy some more
Junsu sat on his chair, dangling his legs happily underneath the table and eating the food yoochun offered him, his mood had changed completely since the morning. This morning he was all gloomy but now he was grinning from ear to ear, he was happily eating and asking yoochun about the match and how they count the points, he didn't want to be the only clueless one around
As yoochun fed junsu the last bite of food junsu remembered something, frowned and hit yoochun on the shoulder lightly. Too lightly for the reaction he received
'Aahh!' yoochun jumped slightly as junsu hit his left shoulder
'You didn't tell me about the match today' junsu frowned at him
'I wanted to make it a surprise' yoochun answered, massaging his shoulder. Everyone noticed, everyone but little junsu, who was still busy pouting and frowning at yoochun
'Is your shoulder…?' his mother began, suddenly worry was twisting her insides, and she couldn't finish the question, so her husband did it for her
'Is your shoulder hurt, yoochun?' he frowned. The boy didn't hit yoochun on his shoulder, so how did he injury it?
'Yea, I'm fine' yoochun smiled at them, no one bought it
'Chunie's shoulder hurts?' junsu blinked, lent in at once and planted a gentle kiss on yoochun's shoulder ' there, all better'
'Thank you, it's all better now' yoochun grinned at junsu ruffling his hair and pinching his cheeks, this boy's cuteness was never old; it just kept amazing him time after time
'Yoochun' his father frowned, talking in English now. Yoochun who had been taking privet lessons in English all year understood and spoke the language perfectly fine, junsu, however, didn't understand, so he frowned and blinked at them, waiting for them to speak something he could understand
'Is your shoulder really alright? What happened?' his father insisted
'Nothing, I just hurt myself during practice before this match. It's nothing serious or the coach wouldn't have let me go on with this, it's just itchy and hot, that's all' yoochun spoke, playing with junsu's hand as he spoke, he didn't want his parents to worry about him, the look in his mother's eyes was enough…