Through the crown of the sakura tree - 44
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.
Changmin rushed to Junsu’s apartment. He knocked on the door frantically, the echoes of which seemed to shake the whole building. In the end he only got an irritated answer from upstair, “He is not here! Let people sleep won't you?”
Changmin couldn't help a curse as he ran downstairs and hopped into his car, made a sharp U-turn to the avenue. He headed to Jaejoong and Yunho’s bar. He just wished Junsu was there.
There was not a live band on that day at the bar, so the atmosphere was mellow and cozy. Still the honey colored bulbs cast their light upon the mosaics, the stained windows and the wooden chairs and tables. There were not many people at the moment, and Changmin’s quick gaze around determined no Junsu around.
He walked to the bar counter to meet Kim Jaejoong.
“Hel… Hello,” Changmin greeted. The cellist was hanging some glasses, and answered Changmin with a cool hello, but Changmin had caught a surprised glint in his eyes earlier. Changmin only hoped this calm demeanor of Jaejoong meant Junsu was fine. In any case, he would have the answer soon.
“Jaejoong-ssi, where is Junsu?”
“He is not here,” said the cellist. It was the third time in one hour Changmin received that answer and this time he would not just settle with it.
“I can see that,” Changmin answered, “But where is he?”
“He’s somewhere,” Jaejoong shrugged, “Out of Seoul, maybe out of Korea.”
Jaejoong said it with much casualness but the answer came to Changmin like the hitting sound of a gavel. Calm the freak down, Changmin told himself, maybe he’s on vacation. So he continued to ask with feigned calmness, “May I ask when he is coming back, then?”
“Who knows,” Jaejoong answered with the undisturbedly cool tone, “Maybe never.”
It was then that all inner self control left Changmin. His heart practically stopped beating for a moment and it hurt more than anything he had ever known. “Please, Jaejoong-ssi,” he almost begged, hoping it was only a bad joke, “I need to see him.”
For the first time Jaejoong really regarded Changmin with his eyes. “For what, Changmin-ssi?” And before Changmin could find a way to put it, Jaejoong had said it, “You want him to go back to you, is that it?”
Words got stuck in Changmin’s throat and he saw Jaejoong smirk. The cellist raised his voice. “Changmin-ssi, I’m afraid that reason won’t do. Junsu is perfectly fine without you now. He’s done with being your plaything.”
Changmin’s heart and head hurt and he just want to scream that for a million times he didn’t think Junsu was his plaything, but he could said nothing as his throat felt burningly dry and Jaejoong went on.
“Changmin-ssi, you think Junsu can’t live without you, that he would always crawl back, waiting for you to condescend to look at him. You forget that he’s an independent being with his own capabilities. Do you really think he would choose to be your game instead of an illustrious career? You’re very wrong Changmin’ssi. He is wonderfully happy now with his life and his music. He doesn’t need you.”
The “he doesn’t need you” part was like a hand that sqeezed Chanmin’s heart mercilessly, but it also prompted Changmin to cling on to every word to find any loop. And there was a big loop there. Jaejoong apparently didn’t think Changmin had gone to the conservatory and found out about Junsu’s failing the exam. Changmin knew for a fact something was wrong and thus he knew Jaejoong was lying.
But he had to know what had happened to Junsu first. It was more important than anything now, even his throbbing heart.
“Jaejoong-ssi, please,” he said hoarsely, “I just need to know one thing. You say it and I’ll leave.”
Jaejoong didn’t really pay attention when he answered, “What?”
Changmin found it hard to breathe. Nevertheless he had to see whether his theory was true. “How… how is Junsu’s left hand?”
The cellist turned back so sharply it startled Changmin. The move served as a confirmation and the sky fell onto Changmin as he saw everything went dark. Jaejoong’s voice was menacingly low. “How do you know about that?” If Changmin had known about such details, like it was the left hand, then there was apparently no use hiding it anymore.
Changmin gulped. He looked blankly at Jaejoong. There was something about the fact that Jaejoong was Junsu’s best and most-trusted friend that got him unable to lie. “I think I caused it,” he said.
There was a moment of silence before Jaejoong put down the piece of cloth he was holding and walked out of the bar counter. Changmin could hardly registered how it had happened but he was seeing Jaejoong’s angry eyes right in front of him in no time.
“What do you mean you “think”?” Jaejoong gritted his teeth. “You hurt him and you’re not even sure of it? Bastard!”
Jaejoong raised his fist up to hit Changmin, but Changmin didn’t budge. He was waiting for it.
However, the fist never touched Changmin. He had closed his eyes and what happened next only happened in sounds and touches. First there was someone jumping out to push Changmin out of the way, so harshly it hurt his shoulder. Then he heard Jaejoong’s surprised “Yun??” and immediately after there was the sound of a punch landing and finally some glass breaking.
Changmin saw the earth moving when he tried to gain balance and stood up right. He turned back and saw Jaejoong hugging another male. “Baby, are you ok? I’m sorry. Let me see it…” The cellist was frantic to see the amount of wound he had produced on the slender, tall man he was holding.
The other male turned back and Changmin could see it was Jung Yunho, Jaejoong’s boyfriend and another good friend of Junsu's. But why Yunho had taken the punch for Changmin was beyond Changmin. For all he knew, he totally deserved it.
There was a red mark on Yunho’s left cheek and some blood on his lips, but luckily, not too serious. Jaejoong must had tried to brake himself when he realized Yunho had jumped into the way of the punch. Nevertheless, Jaejoong was making a big fuss about it and called a certain Ryeowook to come to look after the bar. He then carried Yunho inside, not even care about Changmin anymore.
Changmin was standing like a fool, not knowing what to do. He was there, falling prey to the curious gazes of other customers and he realized he probably should leave.
Changmin walked dejectedly to where his car was parked. There had been a lot of sounds lately but Changmin clearly remembered a small one, a certain “crack” sound.
/Junsu had even used all his force and so Changmin felt blood wetting his mouth. He had also heard a “crack” upon the point of collision and so he put his hand on his face to check whether any bone was broken or cracked./
It had only occurred to Changmin today that the sound had probably come from Junsu. Judging from how badly Changmin was hit, the force that came back to Junsu must have been no joke either. As Junsu’s occupation was a musician and not a beater, that he had punched Changmin the wrong way and got hurt himself probably shouldn’t come as a surprise.
But it didn’t mean the fault wasn’t Changmin’s. Junsu had failed his exam and it must have been a shock to the pianist. Then, more importantly, Changmin didn’t know the exact seriousness of Junsu’s injury. Changmin’s mind recalled the heavy-hammered piano standing ominously in Junsu’s apartment, and a rush of chill went up his spine.
After years of practicing with that piano, Junsu’s hands had become vulnerable to all sorts of injuries, and Changmin would kill himself if Junsu’s ability to play the piano was affected after all this. Junsu put his career and music above all else, and it would kill Junsu. It would kill Junsu when it was Changmin who was at fault.
Plagued by guilt and his worry for Junsu, Changmin plagued Jaejoong and Yunho’s bar everyday. He just wanted some information. He was miserable. He harly slept and ate, and his mind was all about Junsu.
“Jaejoong-ssi, please, let me know where he is,” Changmin said the millionth time.
“I told you I don’t know.”
“But how can you not know?” Changmin said indignantly, “There are only so many places he could be. As his best friend you must know something. Please, Jaejoong-ssi!”
“What about you then?” Jaejoong gazed up sinisterly, “You’ve lived with him before, fucked him everyday, where do you think he could be?”
Changmin stopped breathing for a moment. He realized he had no idea. But he wouldn’t make Jaejoong’s opinion about him become even worse. His genius mind went for the safe bet.
“His hometown, Jaejoong-ssi, where is it? I’ll go there to search for him.”
“What?” Jaejoong gave Changmin a funny look. “Can you repeat it?”
“His hometown, Jaejoong-ssi,” Changmin did as asked, with much more confidence this time, “He must be at his parents’ home. Out of Seoul, I suppose? Because he lives here alone. Where does he come from?”
And Changmin had reasons to be confident. After all, a distraught child would always go back to its parents, that was what Changmin deducted form his own case. He always came back to his parents despite the stormy relationship he had with his abeonim.
But Jaejoong’s sudden laughter came like the sound of clanking glasses, startling Changmin. “Oh Changmin-ssi, pardon me. If you want to ask where he came from, it’s Chungcheongnam-do. But if you want to know his hometown then I’m afraid there’s none to speak of.”
“What do you mean?”
“He has no such thing. He doesn't have anything called home.”
“What?”
“Junsu is an orphan,” Jaejoong went on with a cruel, somewhat bitter smile on his lips, “Or maybe his parents are alive but they abandoned him a long time ago, when he was so young he could barely register their faces. He grew up in an orphanage.”
“What?”
Changmin kept on asking that stupid question. But he could think of nothing to say now. It was beyond him. To not have parents. To be abandoned. To grow up in an orphanage. To have no one of his kin... Changmin couldn't even imagine it when it was something real about a person he thought he was close with. He tried to connect the image of an orphan with Junsu and strangely... they fitted.
So the melancholic air around Junsu was not... accidental?
There was a malicious glint in Jaejoong’s eyes directing at Changmin. “I must say your knowledge about Junsu is wonderfully limited, Changmin-ssi.”
“Well... he never said...” Changmin said weakly, trying to defend himself.
“Have you ever asked?” Jaejoong suddenly roared. “If you have asked he would have told you his past, even though it’s no where as marvellous or pride-worthy as yours, Changmin-ssi. But you never care. Never care to know anything about him!" Then the cellist lowered his voice, "I wish I have told you none of this.”
Seeing Changmin’s puzzled gaze, Jaejoong said. “Because after this you would feel so much pity for him. Oh, pitiful Junsu without mummy or daddy to give him candies or cars or houses!", he raised his voice, "But your pity is an insult, Changmin-ssi. Do not ever come near him again. I swear I will break your legs if you do.”
The world was hazy around him but Changmin was willing to let Jaejoong break his legs if he could see Junsu again. However, almost as if he could read Changmin’s mind, Jaejoong added a second later. “I’m afraid Junsu doesn't want to see you again. Ever.”
End 44
A long chapter! Now what about giving me a comment? xD <33
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu (MinSu), Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Changmin rushed to Junsu’s apartment. He knocked on the door frantically, the echoes of which seemed to shake the whole building. In the end he only got an irritated answer from upstair, “He is not here! Let people sleep won't you?”
Changmin couldn't help a curse as he ran downstairs and hopped into his car, made a sharp U-turn to the avenue. He headed to Jaejoong and Yunho’s bar. He just wished Junsu was there.
There was not a live band on that day at the bar, so the atmosphere was mellow and cozy. Still the honey colored bulbs cast their light upon the mosaics, the stained windows and the wooden chairs and tables. There were not many people at the moment, and Changmin’s quick gaze around determined no Junsu around.
He walked to the bar counter to meet Kim Jaejoong.
“Hel… Hello,” Changmin greeted. The cellist was hanging some glasses, and answered Changmin with a cool hello, but Changmin had caught a surprised glint in his eyes earlier. Changmin only hoped this calm demeanor of Jaejoong meant Junsu was fine. In any case, he would have the answer soon.
“Jaejoong-ssi, where is Junsu?”
“He is not here,” said the cellist. It was the third time in one hour Changmin received that answer and this time he would not just settle with it.
“I can see that,” Changmin answered, “But where is he?”
“He’s somewhere,” Jaejoong shrugged, “Out of Seoul, maybe out of Korea.”
Jaejoong said it with much casualness but the answer came to Changmin like the hitting sound of a gavel. Calm the freak down, Changmin told himself, maybe he’s on vacation. So he continued to ask with feigned calmness, “May I ask when he is coming back, then?”
“Who knows,” Jaejoong answered with the undisturbedly cool tone, “Maybe never.”
It was then that all inner self control left Changmin. His heart practically stopped beating for a moment and it hurt more than anything he had ever known. “Please, Jaejoong-ssi,” he almost begged, hoping it was only a bad joke, “I need to see him.”
For the first time Jaejoong really regarded Changmin with his eyes. “For what, Changmin-ssi?” And before Changmin could find a way to put it, Jaejoong had said it, “You want him to go back to you, is that it?”
Words got stuck in Changmin’s throat and he saw Jaejoong smirk. The cellist raised his voice. “Changmin-ssi, I’m afraid that reason won’t do. Junsu is perfectly fine without you now. He’s done with being your plaything.”
Changmin’s heart and head hurt and he just want to scream that for a million times he didn’t think Junsu was his plaything, but he could said nothing as his throat felt burningly dry and Jaejoong went on.
“Changmin-ssi, you think Junsu can’t live without you, that he would always crawl back, waiting for you to condescend to look at him. You forget that he’s an independent being with his own capabilities. Do you really think he would choose to be your game instead of an illustrious career? You’re very wrong Changmin’ssi. He is wonderfully happy now with his life and his music. He doesn’t need you.”
The “he doesn’t need you” part was like a hand that sqeezed Chanmin’s heart mercilessly, but it also prompted Changmin to cling on to every word to find any loop. And there was a big loop there. Jaejoong apparently didn’t think Changmin had gone to the conservatory and found out about Junsu’s failing the exam. Changmin knew for a fact something was wrong and thus he knew Jaejoong was lying.
But he had to know what had happened to Junsu first. It was more important than anything now, even his throbbing heart.
“Jaejoong-ssi, please,” he said hoarsely, “I just need to know one thing. You say it and I’ll leave.”
Jaejoong didn’t really pay attention when he answered, “What?”
Changmin found it hard to breathe. Nevertheless he had to see whether his theory was true. “How… how is Junsu’s left hand?”
The cellist turned back so sharply it startled Changmin. The move served as a confirmation and the sky fell onto Changmin as he saw everything went dark. Jaejoong’s voice was menacingly low. “How do you know about that?” If Changmin had known about such details, like it was the left hand, then there was apparently no use hiding it anymore.
Changmin gulped. He looked blankly at Jaejoong. There was something about the fact that Jaejoong was Junsu’s best and most-trusted friend that got him unable to lie. “I think I caused it,” he said.
There was a moment of silence before Jaejoong put down the piece of cloth he was holding and walked out of the bar counter. Changmin could hardly registered how it had happened but he was seeing Jaejoong’s angry eyes right in front of him in no time.
“What do you mean you “think”?” Jaejoong gritted his teeth. “You hurt him and you’re not even sure of it? Bastard!”
Jaejoong raised his fist up to hit Changmin, but Changmin didn’t budge. He was waiting for it.
However, the fist never touched Changmin. He had closed his eyes and what happened next only happened in sounds and touches. First there was someone jumping out to push Changmin out of the way, so harshly it hurt his shoulder. Then he heard Jaejoong’s surprised “Yun??” and immediately after there was the sound of a punch landing and finally some glass breaking.
Changmin saw the earth moving when he tried to gain balance and stood up right. He turned back and saw Jaejoong hugging another male. “Baby, are you ok? I’m sorry. Let me see it…” The cellist was frantic to see the amount of wound he had produced on the slender, tall man he was holding.
The other male turned back and Changmin could see it was Jung Yunho, Jaejoong’s boyfriend and another good friend of Junsu's. But why Yunho had taken the punch for Changmin was beyond Changmin. For all he knew, he totally deserved it.
There was a red mark on Yunho’s left cheek and some blood on his lips, but luckily, not too serious. Jaejoong must had tried to brake himself when he realized Yunho had jumped into the way of the punch. Nevertheless, Jaejoong was making a big fuss about it and called a certain Ryeowook to come to look after the bar. He then carried Yunho inside, not even care about Changmin anymore.
Changmin was standing like a fool, not knowing what to do. He was there, falling prey to the curious gazes of other customers and he realized he probably should leave.
Changmin walked dejectedly to where his car was parked. There had been a lot of sounds lately but Changmin clearly remembered a small one, a certain “crack” sound.
/Junsu had even used all his force and so Changmin felt blood wetting his mouth. He had also heard a “crack” upon the point of collision and so he put his hand on his face to check whether any bone was broken or cracked./
It had only occurred to Changmin today that the sound had probably come from Junsu. Judging from how badly Changmin was hit, the force that came back to Junsu must have been no joke either. As Junsu’s occupation was a musician and not a beater, that he had punched Changmin the wrong way and got hurt himself probably shouldn’t come as a surprise.
But it didn’t mean the fault wasn’t Changmin’s. Junsu had failed his exam and it must have been a shock to the pianist. Then, more importantly, Changmin didn’t know the exact seriousness of Junsu’s injury. Changmin’s mind recalled the heavy-hammered piano standing ominously in Junsu’s apartment, and a rush of chill went up his spine.
After years of practicing with that piano, Junsu’s hands had become vulnerable to all sorts of injuries, and Changmin would kill himself if Junsu’s ability to play the piano was affected after all this. Junsu put his career and music above all else, and it would kill Junsu. It would kill Junsu when it was Changmin who was at fault.
Plagued by guilt and his worry for Junsu, Changmin plagued Jaejoong and Yunho’s bar everyday. He just wanted some information. He was miserable. He harly slept and ate, and his mind was all about Junsu.
“Jaejoong-ssi, please, let me know where he is,” Changmin said the millionth time.
“I told you I don’t know.”
“But how can you not know?” Changmin said indignantly, “There are only so many places he could be. As his best friend you must know something. Please, Jaejoong-ssi!”
“What about you then?” Jaejoong gazed up sinisterly, “You’ve lived with him before, fucked him everyday, where do you think he could be?”
Changmin stopped breathing for a moment. He realized he had no idea. But he wouldn’t make Jaejoong’s opinion about him become even worse. His genius mind went for the safe bet.
“His hometown, Jaejoong-ssi, where is it? I’ll go there to search for him.”
“What?” Jaejoong gave Changmin a funny look. “Can you repeat it?”
“His hometown, Jaejoong-ssi,” Changmin did as asked, with much more confidence this time, “He must be at his parents’ home. Out of Seoul, I suppose? Because he lives here alone. Where does he come from?”
And Changmin had reasons to be confident. After all, a distraught child would always go back to its parents, that was what Changmin deducted form his own case. He always came back to his parents despite the stormy relationship he had with his abeonim.
But Jaejoong’s sudden laughter came like the sound of clanking glasses, startling Changmin. “Oh Changmin-ssi, pardon me. If you want to ask where he came from, it’s Chungcheongnam-do. But if you want to know his hometown then I’m afraid there’s none to speak of.”
“What do you mean?”
“He has no such thing. He doesn't have anything called home.”
“What?”
“Junsu is an orphan,” Jaejoong went on with a cruel, somewhat bitter smile on his lips, “Or maybe his parents are alive but they abandoned him a long time ago, when he was so young he could barely register their faces. He grew up in an orphanage.”
“What?”
Changmin kept on asking that stupid question. But he could think of nothing to say now. It was beyond him. To not have parents. To be abandoned. To grow up in an orphanage. To have no one of his kin... Changmin couldn't even imagine it when it was something real about a person he thought he was close with. He tried to connect the image of an orphan with Junsu and strangely... they fitted.
So the melancholic air around Junsu was not... accidental?
There was a malicious glint in Jaejoong’s eyes directing at Changmin. “I must say your knowledge about Junsu is wonderfully limited, Changmin-ssi.”
“Well... he never said...” Changmin said weakly, trying to defend himself.
“Have you ever asked?” Jaejoong suddenly roared. “If you have asked he would have told you his past, even though it’s no where as marvellous or pride-worthy as yours, Changmin-ssi. But you never care. Never care to know anything about him!" Then the cellist lowered his voice, "I wish I have told you none of this.”
Seeing Changmin’s puzzled gaze, Jaejoong said. “Because after this you would feel so much pity for him. Oh, pitiful Junsu without mummy or daddy to give him candies or cars or houses!", he raised his voice, "But your pity is an insult, Changmin-ssi. Do not ever come near him again. I swear I will break your legs if you do.”
The world was hazy around him but Changmin was willing to let Jaejoong break his legs if he could see Junsu again. However, almost as if he could read Changmin’s mind, Jaejoong added a second later. “I’m afraid Junsu doesn't want to see you again. Ever.”
End 44
A long chapter! Now what about giving me a comment? xD <33