Through the crown of the sakura tree - 42
Author: Hikaru Del Sogno
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu (MinSu), Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Theme music: Chopin's Nocturne in F major Op. 15 No. 1
Soo-ae was like a TV suddenly went mute when she saw Changmin’s black and purple face emerging from the male’s restroom. When she finally was about to voice out something, Changmin had beat her to it, “Don’t say anything. I’m driving you home.”
And that was the last time in a while Changmin enjoyed fresh air, because for this eye-catching face, he was going to have to remain home for a few days.
The morning after, Changmin called his secretary to inform he was going to work from home for a week.
And it was not to rest, for Changmin couldn’t rest. He was suffering from Junsu’s angry face appearing in his sleep (if there was any at all). He was still mad at the memory of Junsu and Yoochun playing together the piece of music that was supposed to be his Junsu’s only, though the anger was not like bursting out anymore, but more like bubbling and gnawing at him. Then there was the uneasiness, because Junsu wasn’t the calm and tolerating Junsu anymore. Was it the limit Changmin had been pushing at? But then again why would Changmin have to worry anyway? Wasn’t it Changmin himself the first to have said to never even think of Junsu again, that night in Ilsan? It wasn’t like they could get rid of each other’s image from the minds that easily. If Changmin couldn’t, sure Junsu could not either.
Even if Junsu wanted to avoid Changmin, he wouldn’t be able to. It wasn’t like Junsu could run to anywhere out of Seoul.
Because of these reasonings, Changmin decided to postpone all reasons until a few days later. For now he would try to take his mind off this headache, even though there was this pain in the heart that just wouldn’t let him alone. Fine, Changmin thought, do whatever you want but I’m going to just ignore you.
The second day into his almost-holiday, Changmin had to answer to an unexpected judge: his mother.
Shim Ayumi appeared on Changmin’s door to check on her baby’s health, as he had called in sick. The first second she saw him, she went speechless.
“Well, it must not be that you haven’t seen anything like this before,” Changmin said, “Isn’t Takahiro oji-san a yakuza leader in Japan? As his sister you must be used to it already.”
With that, Changmin walked into the house. His slipper made limping noise as their owner had no energy left at all.
Shim Ayumi looked at her zombie of a son. The wound on his face looked like it hadn’t been treated properly, or at all. Ayumi closed her mouth. Maternal instincts kicked in to tell her to postpone all questionings until after taking care of Changmin properly.
Her son looked gaunt and tired, even without the big purple mark on his face. There must be things that had been bothering him - Ayumi thought, while going to get something to treat his face. After having covered it with cold ice, she cleared her throat.
About to commence her interrogation, thought Changmin lamently. He prepared himself for it.
Nevertheless, what she said a moment later was totally unexpected to him.
“Have you apologized?” She said, seating herself next to Changmin on the couch.
“What?” Changmin didn’t understand what she meant.
“Have you apologized,” Ayumi repeated word by word, “to whoever that caused this to you?”
“What?” Changmin nearly shouted, “Why?”
“You were hit badly, but only on the face, which meant it was one-sided, unexpected violence, and you weren’t in a position to counterattack,” Ayumi had checked his body for other injuries but there were none, “You must have been naughty and said mean things to have received this. Naughty kids have to go apologize, understand?”
Changmin was much too surprised. “Why does the guilty party always have to be me?” He said indignantly.
“Because,” Ayumi stated matter-of-factly, “you’re spoiled.”
Seeing her son’s gaze, she added, “…by me, but still, spoiled.”
Changmin opened his mouth to defend himself but Ayumi pressed a finger on his wound, causing him to shriek. “Changmin-san, how can it be otherwise? Don’t even try to say a thing because I warn you if you don’t go apologize, you’ll regret it.”
“Why?” Changmin didn’t know why he kept asking his mother mono-syllabled questions. It made him feel like a five-year-old.
“Why, Changmin-san,” Ayumi blinked, “Who dares to punch Shim Changmin on the face but people who are close to him? Or, very close, if I should be exact. I really want to find out who that person is but it’s not the priority now. The thing is, if you don’t go apologize you risk losing that person. You don’t want that do you?”
Changmin’s brain froze. A pang went up his heart, so fiercely it was almost a spasm.
Ayumi was opening a pack of cold pads. “And, to receive such a hard punch, you must have hurt that person badly. I can’t believe my son is such a jerk!” She sighed dramatically.
Mother’s words really had unusual effect, because Changmin’s flash mind immediately did a fast-backward of things he had done lately to Junsu. And, in the grim prospective Ayumi had just pointed out, suddenly it didn’t matter who was right who and was wrong anymore. The Judging part of Changmin’s mind was totally shut off. It allowed him to think more about matters of the feelings. For the first time, he thought of the possibility that he had hurt Junsu too much, like his mother had just said.
Could it have been so? Sure Changmin had said hurtful words, but he could swear it wasn’t for the sake of hurting Junsu, if people could understand what he meant. It was because he was uneasy and miserable himself, and he wanted to let it be known to the person whom he deemed was the cause of it all. It seemed contradictory to what he had been doing but he had never wanted to make Junsu sad.
But had he gone too far? Had he done too much damage? What if Junsu decided he would have no more of it? Which was, in fact, something Junsu had openly declared - Changmin’s brain helpfully reminded him.
No, no, no. Fear crept up like a fist twisting his heartstrings, making Changmin unable to breathe. Changmin didn’t want to lose Junsu. There had been too much going on and though Changmin’d rather it wasn’t the fact, the fact was still that he couldn’t afford to let Junsu walk out just yet.
Changmin looked so worried that his mother stated to laugh. Sometimes Changmin found it hard to believe she was his mother. He looked up at her with both helpless and disgrunted eyes.
“Alright, don’t worry,” Ayumi gave Changmin some pain-killers, “If you’re sincere I’m sure you’ll be forgiven. Now take the pills and rest. Wait a few days then go and apologize.”
“Can I go now?” He asked with his big, clear brown eyes directing at her. They made Ayumi want to squeal. Changmin’s eyes resembled his dad’s, and Ayumi always had a soft spot for them.
She cleared her throat. “You shouldn’t go out with that face now. Not only will it be a scandal, but it won’t work to your favor either.” Seeing Changmin so puzzled, she added with a clear note of narcissism, “Wait until your face is presentable again. It’s your great weapon. No one should be able to resist the beauty of my son, hohohoho.”
Changmin sweated internally but obediently opened his hands for his mom to drop the pills in, like a five-year-old getting candies. Then, while receiving a glass of water from her, he suddenly paused.
To Ayumi’s questioning gaze, Changmin gulped.
“’kaa-san, do you really think that I should…” after a second of thinking he corrected it, “that I can go and apologize? Will it be… fine?”
“What?” Ayumi frowned, “Why are you asking me for permission?”
There was a lump in Changmin’s throat. He wasn’t sure his mother really wanted him to go and make up to Junsu. She didn’t know the pianist. She didn’t know what was going on.
But, screw it, Changmin thought. She was the one who said Junsu might leave, and to prevent that was all that Changmin was going to do. He said no more and downed the pills quickly.
Then he went to his bed and waited for his okaa-san’s cooking to arrive. He had the comforter under his chin, while planning in his head what he was to do.
But how was he to apologize? Changmin was lying in his bed when a thought occurred to him. He jumped out of bed to retrieve his bag and turned his laptop on. He went to the Conservatory’s website.
There was this concert next Tuesday, where the highest-scorers of the final exam would perform. Of course Junsu was to be there, Junsu’s calibre was way above all others in the Conservatory - of course he would play at this concert. Changmin would make sure to turn up with something Junsu really like, to ask for the pianist’s forgiveness.
End 42
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu (MinSu), Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Theme music: Chopin's Nocturne in F major Op. 15 No. 1
Soo-ae was like a TV suddenly went mute when she saw Changmin’s black and purple face emerging from the male’s restroom. When she finally was about to voice out something, Changmin had beat her to it, “Don’t say anything. I’m driving you home.”
And that was the last time in a while Changmin enjoyed fresh air, because for this eye-catching face, he was going to have to remain home for a few days.
The morning after, Changmin called his secretary to inform he was going to work from home for a week.
And it was not to rest, for Changmin couldn’t rest. He was suffering from Junsu’s angry face appearing in his sleep (if there was any at all). He was still mad at the memory of Junsu and Yoochun playing together the piece of music that was supposed to be his Junsu’s only, though the anger was not like bursting out anymore, but more like bubbling and gnawing at him. Then there was the uneasiness, because Junsu wasn’t the calm and tolerating Junsu anymore. Was it the limit Changmin had been pushing at? But then again why would Changmin have to worry anyway? Wasn’t it Changmin himself the first to have said to never even think of Junsu again, that night in Ilsan? It wasn’t like they could get rid of each other’s image from the minds that easily. If Changmin couldn’t, sure Junsu could not either.
Even if Junsu wanted to avoid Changmin, he wouldn’t be able to. It wasn’t like Junsu could run to anywhere out of Seoul.
Because of these reasonings, Changmin decided to postpone all reasons until a few days later. For now he would try to take his mind off this headache, even though there was this pain in the heart that just wouldn’t let him alone. Fine, Changmin thought, do whatever you want but I’m going to just ignore you.
The second day into his almost-holiday, Changmin had to answer to an unexpected judge: his mother.
Shim Ayumi appeared on Changmin’s door to check on her baby’s health, as he had called in sick. The first second she saw him, she went speechless.
“Well, it must not be that you haven’t seen anything like this before,” Changmin said, “Isn’t Takahiro oji-san a yakuza leader in Japan? As his sister you must be used to it already.”
With that, Changmin walked into the house. His slipper made limping noise as their owner had no energy left at all.
Shim Ayumi looked at her zombie of a son. The wound on his face looked like it hadn’t been treated properly, or at all. Ayumi closed her mouth. Maternal instincts kicked in to tell her to postpone all questionings until after taking care of Changmin properly.
Her son looked gaunt and tired, even without the big purple mark on his face. There must be things that had been bothering him - Ayumi thought, while going to get something to treat his face. After having covered it with cold ice, she cleared her throat.
About to commence her interrogation, thought Changmin lamently. He prepared himself for it.
Nevertheless, what she said a moment later was totally unexpected to him.
“Have you apologized?” She said, seating herself next to Changmin on the couch.
“What?” Changmin didn’t understand what she meant.
“Have you apologized,” Ayumi repeated word by word, “to whoever that caused this to you?”
“What?” Changmin nearly shouted, “Why?”
“You were hit badly, but only on the face, which meant it was one-sided, unexpected violence, and you weren’t in a position to counterattack,” Ayumi had checked his body for other injuries but there were none, “You must have been naughty and said mean things to have received this. Naughty kids have to go apologize, understand?”
Changmin was much too surprised. “Why does the guilty party always have to be me?” He said indignantly.
“Because,” Ayumi stated matter-of-factly, “you’re spoiled.”
Seeing her son’s gaze, she added, “…by me, but still, spoiled.”
Changmin opened his mouth to defend himself but Ayumi pressed a finger on his wound, causing him to shriek. “Changmin-san, how can it be otherwise? Don’t even try to say a thing because I warn you if you don’t go apologize, you’ll regret it.”
“Why?” Changmin didn’t know why he kept asking his mother mono-syllabled questions. It made him feel like a five-year-old.
“Why, Changmin-san,” Ayumi blinked, “Who dares to punch Shim Changmin on the face but people who are close to him? Or, very close, if I should be exact. I really want to find out who that person is but it’s not the priority now. The thing is, if you don’t go apologize you risk losing that person. You don’t want that do you?”
Changmin’s brain froze. A pang went up his heart, so fiercely it was almost a spasm.
Ayumi was opening a pack of cold pads. “And, to receive such a hard punch, you must have hurt that person badly. I can’t believe my son is such a jerk!” She sighed dramatically.
Mother’s words really had unusual effect, because Changmin’s flash mind immediately did a fast-backward of things he had done lately to Junsu. And, in the grim prospective Ayumi had just pointed out, suddenly it didn’t matter who was right who and was wrong anymore. The Judging part of Changmin’s mind was totally shut off. It allowed him to think more about matters of the feelings. For the first time, he thought of the possibility that he had hurt Junsu too much, like his mother had just said.
Could it have been so? Sure Changmin had said hurtful words, but he could swear it wasn’t for the sake of hurting Junsu, if people could understand what he meant. It was because he was uneasy and miserable himself, and he wanted to let it be known to the person whom he deemed was the cause of it all. It seemed contradictory to what he had been doing but he had never wanted to make Junsu sad.
But had he gone too far? Had he done too much damage? What if Junsu decided he would have no more of it? Which was, in fact, something Junsu had openly declared - Changmin’s brain helpfully reminded him.
No, no, no. Fear crept up like a fist twisting his heartstrings, making Changmin unable to breathe. Changmin didn’t want to lose Junsu. There had been too much going on and though Changmin’d rather it wasn’t the fact, the fact was still that he couldn’t afford to let Junsu walk out just yet.
Changmin looked so worried that his mother stated to laugh. Sometimes Changmin found it hard to believe she was his mother. He looked up at her with both helpless and disgrunted eyes.
“Alright, don’t worry,” Ayumi gave Changmin some pain-killers, “If you’re sincere I’m sure you’ll be forgiven. Now take the pills and rest. Wait a few days then go and apologize.”
“Can I go now?” He asked with his big, clear brown eyes directing at her. They made Ayumi want to squeal. Changmin’s eyes resembled his dad’s, and Ayumi always had a soft spot for them.
She cleared her throat. “You shouldn’t go out with that face now. Not only will it be a scandal, but it won’t work to your favor either.” Seeing Changmin so puzzled, she added with a clear note of narcissism, “Wait until your face is presentable again. It’s your great weapon. No one should be able to resist the beauty of my son, hohohoho.”
Changmin sweated internally but obediently opened his hands for his mom to drop the pills in, like a five-year-old getting candies. Then, while receiving a glass of water from her, he suddenly paused.
To Ayumi’s questioning gaze, Changmin gulped.
“’kaa-san, do you really think that I should…” after a second of thinking he corrected it, “that I can go and apologize? Will it be… fine?”
“What?” Ayumi frowned, “Why are you asking me for permission?”
There was a lump in Changmin’s throat. He wasn’t sure his mother really wanted him to go and make up to Junsu. She didn’t know the pianist. She didn’t know what was going on.
But, screw it, Changmin thought. She was the one who said Junsu might leave, and to prevent that was all that Changmin was going to do. He said no more and downed the pills quickly.
Then he went to his bed and waited for his okaa-san’s cooking to arrive. He had the comforter under his chin, while planning in his head what he was to do.
But how was he to apologize? Changmin was lying in his bed when a thought occurred to him. He jumped out of bed to retrieve his bag and turned his laptop on. He went to the Conservatory’s website.
There was this concert next Tuesday, where the highest-scorers of the final exam would perform. Of course Junsu was to be there, Junsu’s calibre was way above all others in the Conservatory - of course he would play at this concert. Changmin would make sure to turn up with something Junsu really like, to ask for the pianist’s forgiveness.
End 42