Through the crown of the sakura tree - 50
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.
“You can’t buy me, whatever you think I am,” Junsu shook his head, “Please go and tell Professor Kim to stop whatever you’re planning on.”
“Junsu, I…” Changmin swallowed, “I don’t plan to ‘buy’ you or anything. I…”
“What then? What do you want from me?” Junsu suddenly burst out, “What, ‘as a businessman’ you need ‘at least an equal return’ right? But I have no ‘return’ to give you. Would you please leave me alone?”
“I don’t see you as a good! Please Junsu,” Changmin begged.
“What then? What else can I be? Your whore? A slut is still a person isn’t it? Exactly because they’re still people!” Junsu mocked.
“No you are not!” Changmin almost shouted had he not reminded himself they were outside the Provost’s office. “You are-”
And words suddenly stuck in Changmin’s throat like some one just pressed the button “pause”, and he was the TV.
The wooden floor of this hundreds-year-old Conservatory always made a creaking sound when people walked on it. But right now Changmin realized when it made no sound, it was actually more frightening. He felt so stuffed in here.
“I…” Changmin’s throat was so hoarse. But he needed to say something. The something that should have been said so long ago. Had he said it, they both would have been hurt much less. They would have been much happier now, and together, in stead of this excruciatingly painful apart-ness.
“Junsu I…” Changmin inhaled deeply, and what he said next came out as tranquilly as a breath, meant only to be heard by Junsu.
“Junsu, I love you.”
There, he had said it.
Changmin watched Junsu carefully. His brain was ready to analyze any reaction at all from the pianist.
But his brain didn’t come in handy simply because Junsu didn’t have any ‘reaction’ at all. The pianist’s expression simply didn’t change.
“No you don’t,” was all that the pianist said. For a moment after that Changmin cursed himself. This was in the first place not a good setting for a confession at all and Changmin totally had ruined it by being to rash.
“What? Junsu, believe me, I do!” The heir said like a little boy trying to convince the grown-ups, the way of saying things that even when he was young he had never used. Around Junsu he always became so tactless, just acted what he thought and it was the reason why he had so stupidly been in denial up until now. But now, above all he needed his Junsu and he swore not to to lie to himself anymore. He would not lie and hurt Junsu any longer. All he wanted was to atone for what he had caused and made Junsu the happiest and most loved like Junsu deserved to be.
But Junsu just wouldn’t let him. Junsu didn’t believe a word he said.
In Junsu’s mind, the memory of that night in Ilsan was as fresh as if it was happening right then. He could almost see in front of him the pair of cold, cruel eyes Changmin had used to look at him, and those words that had hurt him so much.
“…you don’t deserve.”
“Look at you, what do you have?”
“you don’t invoke in me even the slightest interest.”
“…I always have a lot of much more deserving people waiting to satisfy me.”
Those words Changmin had said, they not only stated what Changmin felt but they also stated facts. There was no way Changmin loved him. The idea was so impossible it was ridiculous Changmin ever said it. What was the Shim even thinking?
And as the other party in the conversation it was Junsu’s job to tell Changmin he had not been making any sense at all.
So, he had said it. “No, you don’t.” And then repeated it when Changmin protested.
The second time, Changmin looked like someone just punched him.
But Changmin knew this was a bad setting. Arguing wouldn’t lead anywhere and in any case they were outside the Provost’s office. So, inhaling deeply, he changed to the more urgent subject.
“No matter what, please let me continue the scholarship…”
“It’s no scholarship,” Junsu shook his head, “My scholarship was lost when I failed the exam. It’s no more. Not even you can return it. And it’s not necessary anymore.”
“But it was my fault that you failed, I have to…”
“Who said? It doesn’t have anything to do with you!” Junsu suddenly raised his voice, his face getting red.
Changmin looked at Junsu with his penetrating eyes, then he looked down to Junsu’s left hand and caught it with his right. “Really? Your hand…”
Junsu snatched it away from Changmin and through this movement Changmin had known that Junsu was lying that the injury hadn’t been caused by him. “You don’t know a thing! Don’t think you’re all that important!”
And Junsu turned on his heels and left through the corridor. He vanished behind one of the corners, like one of those spirits that very possibly were living in this so old a place. And Changmin was never able to catch up with him.
Junsu didn’t want to have anything to do with Changmin anymore. He didn’t even want to hold a grudge for anything Changmin had done because he only took the pain and remembered it and just didn’t want to see or be involved with the heir anymore.
Changmin just felt so horrible and the world so dark and unreal around him.
It was 5pm and only a handful of people were inside Yunho’s bar. The pretty man was standing behind the counter, watching the heir to one of the most massive corporations of Asia downed the third Incredible Hulk in a row.
“It’s quite enough,” Yunho said amusedly when Changmin ordered the 4th serving of the green-colored cocktail.
“I’m a customer!” Changmin said, “I’ll pay, ten times more than what it cost. Now make me another one.”
“Now now,” Yunho smiled, “Money is so easy for you right? Of course money can buy you drinks but it won’t get you Junsu.”
“What do you mean?” Changmin eyed Yunho skeptically.
Changmin couldn’t figure Yunho out. Yunho had been appearing so kind to him, had even taken for him a punch from Jaejoong (which Changmin was sure would at least have repositioned his jaw had it really happened - just look at Jaejoong’s muscles!). But that night when Junsu came back, Yunho had also been the one trying to get Changmin out of the way so he wouldn’t be able to see Junsu. What was this man up to? Changmin knew he’d better be careful.
That was what Changmin told himself. But Yunho seemed to know what he was saying and Changmin was desperate to get Junsu back, so he couldn’t help being lured.
“Well. You bought him food and offered to help him with his tuition and living expenses. Of course he’d refused them all. They’re such meager attempt from you. Money is easy. I’m disappointed, Mr. Shim.”
Changmin frowned his brow.
Yunho turned to pour Changmin some milk.
“What am I supposed to do then?” He asked like a school boy.
“Well, I don’t know,” Yunho shrugged, “I just say money is probably not the problem here. What really is, you must know better than I do.”
“…”
“Drink this. Sober up.” Yunho gave Changmin the glass of milk. The white liquid swayed inside upon the collision with the table surface. Changmin observed it.
Park Yoochun had once got him milk in this very bar. One thought lead to another: both Yoochun and Junsu seemed to be frequents here.
And they surely didn’t just share a favorite bar.
The thought fisted at Changmin’s heart.
“Is Junsu dating Park Yoochun now?” He asked bitterly.
“Possibly,” Yunho shrugged. “Yoochun is taking Junsu out for dinner tonight, then maybe late-night movie and then take Junsu home.”
Take Junsu home. God only knows what would follow suit.
The thought that he was losing his monopoly on Junsu killed him inside. Though having telling himself that he had no right to control Junsu’s life, being possessive was part of being in love. The muscles in his jaws worked and Changmin tried to contain himself. He tried to distance his thoughts from all the scenarios that could happen between Yoochun and Junsu. But they kept coming to his minds. Junsu’s moist soft full lips claimed by another man. Junsu’s slender, pale body claimed by another man. Junsu’s heart claimed by another man.
His phone just vibrated. Changmin shut it down without looking. Nothing mattered much anymore and in any case it might just be his okaa-san calling him to quickly come to the family resort place, to join his parents. And if it wasn’t his okaa-san, then all the more reason not to care.
No, Changmin told himself, I can’t just stay here and mope around. I have to act.
He looked up and met Yunho’s pretty, slanted eyes. Yunho’s words seemed to repeat.
What really is the problem, you must know better than I do.
Yes. He was aware, very well so, of what the problem really was, and if he couldn’t solve it he at least had to try.
Changmin stood up abrubtly, putting some bills on the counter (he had learnt to take cash around along with cards ever since that time all his cards had suddenly been made unusable by his abeonim), then rushed out like a strong wind.
Yunho suddenly felt two arms snaked around his waist. “I’m jealous,” he heard Jaejoong’s warm, sexy voice.
The bar owner laughed. “You silly old man.”
“Hey I’m not silly!” Jaejoong protested, “and not old!”
“Fine, fine.” Yunho turned to face his fiancé. “What do you want? Aren’t you supposed to be practicing your piece upstairs?”
“I don’t know. I just miss you,” Jaejoong pouted. Seriously we have to reconsider who is the husband who is the wife here, thought Yunho.
“… and I need some reward,” Jaejoong grinned evilly, leaning in closer for a kiss. Fine, no need to reconsider now, seems like Jaejoong really is the husband.
“What reward?” Yunho blinked.
“For my amazing self-control, not having jumped straight out to punch the light out of Shim Changmin,” Jaejoong smiled proudly.
“You really are old aren’t you?” Yunho said amusedly.
“Hey!”
End 50
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu (MinSu), Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
“You can’t buy me, whatever you think I am,” Junsu shook his head, “Please go and tell Professor Kim to stop whatever you’re planning on.”
“Junsu, I…” Changmin swallowed, “I don’t plan to ‘buy’ you or anything. I…”
“What then? What do you want from me?” Junsu suddenly burst out, “What, ‘as a businessman’ you need ‘at least an equal return’ right? But I have no ‘return’ to give you. Would you please leave me alone?”
“I don’t see you as a good! Please Junsu,” Changmin begged.
“What then? What else can I be? Your whore? A slut is still a person isn’t it? Exactly because they’re still people!” Junsu mocked.
“No you are not!” Changmin almost shouted had he not reminded himself they were outside the Provost’s office. “You are-”
And words suddenly stuck in Changmin’s throat like some one just pressed the button “pause”, and he was the TV.
The wooden floor of this hundreds-year-old Conservatory always made a creaking sound when people walked on it. But right now Changmin realized when it made no sound, it was actually more frightening. He felt so stuffed in here.
“I…” Changmin’s throat was so hoarse. But he needed to say something. The something that should have been said so long ago. Had he said it, they both would have been hurt much less. They would have been much happier now, and together, in stead of this excruciatingly painful apart-ness.
“Junsu I…” Changmin inhaled deeply, and what he said next came out as tranquilly as a breath, meant only to be heard by Junsu.
“Junsu, I love you.”
There, he had said it.
Changmin watched Junsu carefully. His brain was ready to analyze any reaction at all from the pianist.
But his brain didn’t come in handy simply because Junsu didn’t have any ‘reaction’ at all. The pianist’s expression simply didn’t change.
“No you don’t,” was all that the pianist said. For a moment after that Changmin cursed himself. This was in the first place not a good setting for a confession at all and Changmin totally had ruined it by being to rash.
“What? Junsu, believe me, I do!” The heir said like a little boy trying to convince the grown-ups, the way of saying things that even when he was young he had never used. Around Junsu he always became so tactless, just acted what he thought and it was the reason why he had so stupidly been in denial up until now. But now, above all he needed his Junsu and he swore not to to lie to himself anymore. He would not lie and hurt Junsu any longer. All he wanted was to atone for what he had caused and made Junsu the happiest and most loved like Junsu deserved to be.
But Junsu just wouldn’t let him. Junsu didn’t believe a word he said.
In Junsu’s mind, the memory of that night in Ilsan was as fresh as if it was happening right then. He could almost see in front of him the pair of cold, cruel eyes Changmin had used to look at him, and those words that had hurt him so much.
“…you don’t deserve.”
“Look at you, what do you have?”
“you don’t invoke in me even the slightest interest.”
“…I always have a lot of much more deserving people waiting to satisfy me.”
Those words Changmin had said, they not only stated what Changmin felt but they also stated facts. There was no way Changmin loved him. The idea was so impossible it was ridiculous Changmin ever said it. What was the Shim even thinking?
And as the other party in the conversation it was Junsu’s job to tell Changmin he had not been making any sense at all.
So, he had said it. “No, you don’t.” And then repeated it when Changmin protested.
The second time, Changmin looked like someone just punched him.
But Changmin knew this was a bad setting. Arguing wouldn’t lead anywhere and in any case they were outside the Provost’s office. So, inhaling deeply, he changed to the more urgent subject.
“No matter what, please let me continue the scholarship…”
“It’s no scholarship,” Junsu shook his head, “My scholarship was lost when I failed the exam. It’s no more. Not even you can return it. And it’s not necessary anymore.”
“But it was my fault that you failed, I have to…”
“Who said? It doesn’t have anything to do with you!” Junsu suddenly raised his voice, his face getting red.
Changmin looked at Junsu with his penetrating eyes, then he looked down to Junsu’s left hand and caught it with his right. “Really? Your hand…”
Junsu snatched it away from Changmin and through this movement Changmin had known that Junsu was lying that the injury hadn’t been caused by him. “You don’t know a thing! Don’t think you’re all that important!”
And Junsu turned on his heels and left through the corridor. He vanished behind one of the corners, like one of those spirits that very possibly were living in this so old a place. And Changmin was never able to catch up with him.
Junsu didn’t want to have anything to do with Changmin anymore. He didn’t even want to hold a grudge for anything Changmin had done because he only took the pain and remembered it and just didn’t want to see or be involved with the heir anymore.
Changmin just felt so horrible and the world so dark and unreal around him.
It was 5pm and only a handful of people were inside Yunho’s bar. The pretty man was standing behind the counter, watching the heir to one of the most massive corporations of Asia downed the third Incredible Hulk in a row.
“It’s quite enough,” Yunho said amusedly when Changmin ordered the 4th serving of the green-colored cocktail.
“I’m a customer!” Changmin said, “I’ll pay, ten times more than what it cost. Now make me another one.”
“Now now,” Yunho smiled, “Money is so easy for you right? Of course money can buy you drinks but it won’t get you Junsu.”
“What do you mean?” Changmin eyed Yunho skeptically.
Changmin couldn’t figure Yunho out. Yunho had been appearing so kind to him, had even taken for him a punch from Jaejoong (which Changmin was sure would at least have repositioned his jaw had it really happened - just look at Jaejoong’s muscles!). But that night when Junsu came back, Yunho had also been the one trying to get Changmin out of the way so he wouldn’t be able to see Junsu. What was this man up to? Changmin knew he’d better be careful.
That was what Changmin told himself. But Yunho seemed to know what he was saying and Changmin was desperate to get Junsu back, so he couldn’t help being lured.
“Well. You bought him food and offered to help him with his tuition and living expenses. Of course he’d refused them all. They’re such meager attempt from you. Money is easy. I’m disappointed, Mr. Shim.”
Changmin frowned his brow.
Yunho turned to pour Changmin some milk.
“What am I supposed to do then?” He asked like a school boy.
“Well, I don’t know,” Yunho shrugged, “I just say money is probably not the problem here. What really is, you must know better than I do.”
“…”
“Drink this. Sober up.” Yunho gave Changmin the glass of milk. The white liquid swayed inside upon the collision with the table surface. Changmin observed it.
Park Yoochun had once got him milk in this very bar. One thought lead to another: both Yoochun and Junsu seemed to be frequents here.
And they surely didn’t just share a favorite bar.
The thought fisted at Changmin’s heart.
“Is Junsu dating Park Yoochun now?” He asked bitterly.
“Possibly,” Yunho shrugged. “Yoochun is taking Junsu out for dinner tonight, then maybe late-night movie and then take Junsu home.”
Take Junsu home. God only knows what would follow suit.
The thought that he was losing his monopoly on Junsu killed him inside. Though having telling himself that he had no right to control Junsu’s life, being possessive was part of being in love. The muscles in his jaws worked and Changmin tried to contain himself. He tried to distance his thoughts from all the scenarios that could happen between Yoochun and Junsu. But they kept coming to his minds. Junsu’s moist soft full lips claimed by another man. Junsu’s slender, pale body claimed by another man. Junsu’s heart claimed by another man.
His phone just vibrated. Changmin shut it down without looking. Nothing mattered much anymore and in any case it might just be his okaa-san calling him to quickly come to the family resort place, to join his parents. And if it wasn’t his okaa-san, then all the more reason not to care.
No, Changmin told himself, I can’t just stay here and mope around. I have to act.
He looked up and met Yunho’s pretty, slanted eyes. Yunho’s words seemed to repeat.
What really is the problem, you must know better than I do.
Yes. He was aware, very well so, of what the problem really was, and if he couldn’t solve it he at least had to try.
Changmin stood up abrubtly, putting some bills on the counter (he had learnt to take cash around along with cards ever since that time all his cards had suddenly been made unusable by his abeonim), then rushed out like a strong wind.
Yunho suddenly felt two arms snaked around his waist. “I’m jealous,” he heard Jaejoong’s warm, sexy voice.
The bar owner laughed. “You silly old man.”
“Hey I’m not silly!” Jaejoong protested, “and not old!”
“Fine, fine.” Yunho turned to face his fiancé. “What do you want? Aren’t you supposed to be practicing your piece upstairs?”
“I don’t know. I just miss you,” Jaejoong pouted. Seriously we have to reconsider who is the husband who is the wife here, thought Yunho.
“… and I need some reward,” Jaejoong grinned evilly, leaning in closer for a kiss. Fine, no need to reconsider now, seems like Jaejoong really is the husband.
“What reward?” Yunho blinked.
“For my amazing self-control, not having jumped straight out to punch the light out of Shim Changmin,” Jaejoong smiled proudly.
“You really are old aren’t you?” Yunho said amusedly.
“Hey!”
End 50