Aitakute
Aitakute
Changmin-centric, OT5, Oneshot
Deals with memory loss and partial blindness(?)
907 words
AN: not edited ;_; please bear with me
Changmin was a thinker. Actually, he used to over think a lot.
Was Yunho offended by his cheeky remark?
Did Junsu really forgive him for losing his football the other day?
Did Yoochun “forget” to wake him up for their daily midnight snack on purpose?
Why does Jaejoong no longer share secrets with him?
Now Changmin hates to think. Thinking reminds of his past, a blank canvas splashed with bits and pieces of distinct memories he can no longer recall. This annoys Changmin, especially when nurses ask him questions like “Don’t you remember this?” and lets him listen to recordings of a person with a voice exactly the same as his singing, which he has no recollection of at all. Thinking is something that is to remain in the past, and the past means days like yesterday and the day before that, not today and not tomorrow. So, he won’t over think anymore. He tells the man who accompanies him today this new found revelation, and the man congratulates him for that.
The man who decided to accompany Changmin in his room (“room, not hospital room”, he once overheard the nurses, or noonas, as they would like him to call them whispering) today tells him that they have actually known each other for a very long time. Changmin asks how long that time was, and the man stopped for a while, maybe to count on his fingers and a few seconds later he answers it has been twelve years. The man tells him that his name is Yunho. Changmin smiles sheepily and twiddles his thumbs.
The next day a man (shorter than Yunho, Changmin remarks) comes to visit him. This man has a voice very much like a dolphin, and Changmin asks him why his voice is like that. The man looks him in the eye for three seconds and burst out in tears. Changmin, rather nervously asks him what’s wrong, what his name was and if he could help him in any way. The man hastily wiped his tears and said that it was nothing, and would Changmin like to go out to the garden for some football playing? At this, Changmin scratched his head and answered uncertainly, “but I don’t know if I can…” The man, who says that his name is Junsu, merely shrugged and took Changmin out eagerly anyway, and when Junsu realizes that Changmin can’t play much football when all he sees are shadows he helps Changmin to lie down on the grass instead, and Junsu spends the whole afternoon retelling Changmin his life.
Changmin wakes up to sounds of a piano and a melodious voice the next morning. It turns out that the melodious voice belongs to a certain man named Yoochun. Yoochun gently leads him to the piano chair and sits beside him. Changmin notices his slender and beautiful fingers and wonders if he has known Yoochun for twelve years too, like Yunho (and also how he managed to move in a piano into his room overnight, but he does not dwell on this too much). It seems that Changmin has accidentally voiced his thoughts aloud because Yoochun chuckles and says yes, they have known each other for quite a long time. Changmin blushes in embarrassment. Yoochun’s gentle hands place Changmin’s own onto the surface of the keys and Yoochun guides him on a few notes. The short tune surprisingly strikes a chord in Changmin’s sea of long forgotten memories, and Changmin is momentarily blind in his thoughts, until Yoochun gently coaxes him out from them. When Changmin finally regains his senses, he finds that he is enveloped into a gentle but warm hug.
The day after Yoochun visits Changmin wakes up once again to another visitor waiting for him. Changmin has long stopped thinking why lately there have been so many visitors. Instead he lets himself be led to a room with heavenly smells of cooking, which turned out to be a kitchen and he seats himself on the countertop, listening to the other man’s lively chatter and the shuffling noises the latter’s shoes make as they skid across the room to retrieve the ingredients and cooking utensils. When the man (Jaejoong, Changmin tells himself, the name is Jaejoong) lifts a spoon of the food to Changmin’s mouth, he can’t help but recgonize the cooking as something he had tasted before eons ago, before everything happened and before he can only see shadows of the once colourful, vibrant world. But Changmin still cannot recognize the cook. “It’s alright, Changmin-ah” Jaejoong says, patting Changmin’s shoulder gently. Changmin wants to say “No it’s not alright hyung, why would it be when I can’t even remember you, a person I’m supposed to remember forever and ever”. Instead, Changmin reaches out for Jaejoong’s face and brushes away Jaejoong’s tears. He had a feeling that they would be there.
At night, after all the visitors have gone, Changmin promises himself that one day he will be able to fill that now empty canvas with all the colours of his past life. One day he will be able to remember his visitors’ names without having to ask them every time they come. One day he will introduce his visitors to each other, so that they can be friends and they will be able to hang out with together and have fun together.
And maybe one day they will be able to sing together. Once more.
Changmin-centric, OT5, Oneshot
Deals with memory loss and partial blindness(?)
907 words
AN: not edited ;_; please bear with me
Changmin was a thinker. Actually, he used to over think a lot.
Was Yunho offended by his cheeky remark?
Did Junsu really forgive him for losing his football the other day?
Did Yoochun “forget” to wake him up for their daily midnight snack on purpose?
Why does Jaejoong no longer share secrets with him?
Now Changmin hates to think. Thinking reminds of his past, a blank canvas splashed with bits and pieces of distinct memories he can no longer recall. This annoys Changmin, especially when nurses ask him questions like “Don’t you remember this?” and lets him listen to recordings of a person with a voice exactly the same as his singing, which he has no recollection of at all. Thinking is something that is to remain in the past, and the past means days like yesterday and the day before that, not today and not tomorrow. So, he won’t over think anymore. He tells the man who accompanies him today this new found revelation, and the man congratulates him for that.
The man who decided to accompany Changmin in his room (“room, not hospital room”, he once overheard the nurses, or noonas, as they would like him to call them whispering) today tells him that they have actually known each other for a very long time. Changmin asks how long that time was, and the man stopped for a while, maybe to count on his fingers and a few seconds later he answers it has been twelve years. The man tells him that his name is Yunho. Changmin smiles sheepily and twiddles his thumbs.
The next day a man (shorter than Yunho, Changmin remarks) comes to visit him. This man has a voice very much like a dolphin, and Changmin asks him why his voice is like that. The man looks him in the eye for three seconds and burst out in tears. Changmin, rather nervously asks him what’s wrong, what his name was and if he could help him in any way. The man hastily wiped his tears and said that it was nothing, and would Changmin like to go out to the garden for some football playing? At this, Changmin scratched his head and answered uncertainly, “but I don’t know if I can…” The man, who says that his name is Junsu, merely shrugged and took Changmin out eagerly anyway, and when Junsu realizes that Changmin can’t play much football when all he sees are shadows he helps Changmin to lie down on the grass instead, and Junsu spends the whole afternoon retelling Changmin his life.
Changmin wakes up to sounds of a piano and a melodious voice the next morning. It turns out that the melodious voice belongs to a certain man named Yoochun. Yoochun gently leads him to the piano chair and sits beside him. Changmin notices his slender and beautiful fingers and wonders if he has known Yoochun for twelve years too, like Yunho (and also how he managed to move in a piano into his room overnight, but he does not dwell on this too much). It seems that Changmin has accidentally voiced his thoughts aloud because Yoochun chuckles and says yes, they have known each other for quite a long time. Changmin blushes in embarrassment. Yoochun’s gentle hands place Changmin’s own onto the surface of the keys and Yoochun guides him on a few notes. The short tune surprisingly strikes a chord in Changmin’s sea of long forgotten memories, and Changmin is momentarily blind in his thoughts, until Yoochun gently coaxes him out from them. When Changmin finally regains his senses, he finds that he is enveloped into a gentle but warm hug.
The day after Yoochun visits Changmin wakes up once again to another visitor waiting for him. Changmin has long stopped thinking why lately there have been so many visitors. Instead he lets himself be led to a room with heavenly smells of cooking, which turned out to be a kitchen and he seats himself on the countertop, listening to the other man’s lively chatter and the shuffling noises the latter’s shoes make as they skid across the room to retrieve the ingredients and cooking utensils. When the man (Jaejoong, Changmin tells himself, the name is Jaejoong) lifts a spoon of the food to Changmin’s mouth, he can’t help but recgonize the cooking as something he had tasted before eons ago, before everything happened and before he can only see shadows of the once colourful, vibrant world. But Changmin still cannot recognize the cook. “It’s alright, Changmin-ah” Jaejoong says, patting Changmin’s shoulder gently. Changmin wants to say “No it’s not alright hyung, why would it be when I can’t even remember you, a person I’m supposed to remember forever and ever”. Instead, Changmin reaches out for Jaejoong’s face and brushes away Jaejoong’s tears. He had a feeling that they would be there.
At night, after all the visitors have gone, Changmin promises himself that one day he will be able to fill that now empty canvas with all the colours of his past life. One day he will be able to remember his visitors’ names without having to ask them every time they come. One day he will introduce his visitors to each other, so that they can be friends and they will be able to hang out with together and have fun together.
And maybe one day they will be able to sing together. Once more.