Through the crown of the sakura tree - 57
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: Mozart Piano Concerto no. 23 in A Major, 2nd Movement Adagio (it's beautiful beautiful beautiful!)
“Take care. If life is too much there, come back here with hyung,” said Jaejoong. Junsu swore he could see Yunho suppressing a laughter.
“Come on honey,” said Yunho, “He’s not a baby.” The bar owner carressed his boyfriend’s muscular back. Junsu couldn’t help being amused. Jaejoong was the male one in the JaeHo couple but at times he certainly acted with much less maturity than Yunho. Coupled with the fact that Jaejoong was in fact 2 years Yunho’s junior, Junsu was sure the cellist had done something outrageous to be the dominate one here.
Without even knowing who Yunho really was, Junsu trusted the bar owner would always be there for Jaejoong. His calmness would even out the Jaejoong’s impulsiveness. They were just a perfect pair and for the millionth time, he wished them happiness.
Yet there was another person, whom he also consered a family, that Junsu needed to worry about other than Jaejoong. Junsu glanced sideways at Yoochun, who, unsurprisingly, had been looking at him too.
“Hey,” Junsu smiled.
“Hey,” Yoochun smiled back. Junsu would miss Yoochun’s smile a lot. For a minute, no words were exchanged between them. Yoochun was just looking, as if to register Junsu’s face, to have it ingrained in his mind.
Then, walking a few steps forward, Yoochun with his head down looked at the tips of his shoes.
They were only twenty centimeters apart now when it seemed like Yoochun didn’t know what to do. Yoochun usually joked around by touching Junsu at inappropriate places, but now suddenly he just didn’t know what to do, what to say. His hands in two pockets gestured forwards.
“Well,” Yoochun cleared his voice, “you…”
But he had not yet finished his sentence when Junsu suddenly pulled him in for an embraced. The young politician opened his eyes in shock.
“Take care, Yoochun,” Junsu said, his arms circling firmly around Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun had been the first friend he had in the “outside” world after the orphanage, always a good one. Junsu felt guilty for having to leave, because he had to leave Yoochun behind too, when he knew for a fact that Yoochun had never really gotten over him after their break-up. Then it had come the time when Junsu became more and more involved with Changmin to ever think much about Yoochun, and then now he had to run away also because of Changmin. Yoochun mattered, but never mattered enough, and Junsu felt so guilty for that he could never feel so much for Yoochun as he did for Changmin. It was terrible, while Yoochun had always been there for him.
“Hey, are you crying?” Yoochun smiled lightly as he heard Junsu’s soft sniff. As his lips turned into a graceful curve and his eyes closed slowly, Yoochun raised his hands, tentatively at first, to carress Junsu’s back. He felt Junsu’s spine under his palms, the slender back of the pianist brought familiar feelings of the past to Yoochun’s mind.
“You’re the one who must take care. You’re there alone, who would look after you?” Yoochun whispered.
“I can look after myself,” Junsu said.
Yoochun held Junsu’s head in his hands so he could look into Junsu’s eyes. “Now, it’s time to go in. You’re ready?”
Junsu nodded.
“Great,” Yoochun smiled. “We love you.”
Yoochun had used “we”, as a way to assert Junsu that there was nothing to worry about Yoochun, that Yoochun would move on soon, that Junsu needed not worry.
Junsu nodded, trying to suffocate a sob that was coming out.
It was also when Junsu noticed Jaejoong and Yunho had been watching him and Yoochun, their arms circling each other’s waist.
Yoochun. Jaejoong. Yunho. His dear friends.
The dome of Incheon Airport looked so high up there, and suddenly time and space felt curved. Junsu’s eyes swept around the place. People were walking with heavy suitcases and trolleys; crying, laughing, smiling. What a busy place, where everyone was engaged in the business of saying goodbye.
There was a group of people, like a family, who was taking pictures together.
Yunho snapped his fingers. “We need a group picture too!”
He approached a young girl nearby. “Hi, would you mind taking a picture for us?”
“S… Sure,” said the girl, blinking, clearly amazed at Yunho’s sweet smile. Then it was also Yunho who arranged people’s position because Jaejoong, Junsu and Yoochun were too emotional to do anything. They stood in a way Yunho deemed fit, and the girl pressed the camera button several times. “It’s good,” said she, and Yunho thanked her.
“Now,” Jaejoong handed Junsu the handle of his carry-on suitcase. Then, seeing Junsu’s blinking eyes, he stepped forward and embraced Junsu in his large arms. “My dongsaeng.”
Yunho came behind them and wrapped his arms around both Jaejoong’s and Junsu’s back. Then Yoochun also joined.
Three minute later, Junsu passed through the custom. He had technically stepped out of Korean land. What happened next, all the security checkings, went like a hazy dream and Junsu was suddenly trapped in a heavy feeling of sleepiness. The night before he was up almost all night, watching Changmin sleep in his apartment. That memory already felt ages old, even though he still could recalled each of Changmin’s movements. It was just that, they now were separated by Junsu’s devil, by the fact that he just didn’t have the guts to destroy both their lives to satisfy his selfish want to possess Changmin.
It was only a short wait until boarding time. The pretty attendant bowed with a smile, then showed Junsu’s place.
Junsu nodded to the girl in the window side seat. Junsu’s was the middle one. He sighed discreetly. With two people on both sides, it would be quite hard for him to sleep. Anyhow, he settled down and soon was having the fleece-throw up to his chin. The last person of the row could sit down without waking Junsu because the inner seats had all been filled.
Only he couldn’t sleep without people constantly walking in the aisle to get to their places. He closed his eyes but the light could still be seen through the lids. Thus, he was trapped in the state of half awake half drowse. Then, when the plane took off, Junsu directed his swollen eyes to the window. The light dots were getting tinier and tinier. The world down there was living like usual when he was leaving it.
Goodbye Korea. He mumbled.
“But no goodbye to me?”
A voice was heard.
A jerk was felt in Junsu’s stomach. He felt nauseated.
It couldn’t be.
It was just hallucination. It must be. Right?
But hallucination couldn’t touch him physically, could it?
Because a hand was gently felt on his head, turning him to the other side.
He couldn’t breathe. Was it because was what in front of him was just incredible, or because Shim Changmin’s smile just had that ability to deprive people of air with its stunning beauty?
For there was Changmin, concrete, flesh and blood, tall and handsome in a white T-shirt and simple blue jeans. Said blue jeans were hugging around a pair of long legs, which learly were having a very troubling time adjusting themselves in the limited space in front.
“This is horrible. Only I don’t have the money to buy a first-class seat anymore,” Changmin complained jokingly with a laugh.
“What… what are you doing here?” Junsu said with difficulty. His throat was so dry. He was so stunned that he didn’t even realize the attendant had come to offer him hot towel. Changmin turned his body around and got it for him.
“Thank me,” Changmin handed the towel to Junsu, “I’m nice enough to leave all the fortune behind while all you could do was to leave me without notice.”
“I…”
“How could you do that?” Changmin said with a tinge of strained bitterness in his voice, though a smile was still on his lips, “How could you sentence me then execute without even giving me a chance to defend myself? How could you think I would want anything more than I want you?”
Junsu felt suffocated.
Changmin touched Junsu’s cheek. “Have I not apologized enough? Why do you doubt me? Can’t you forgive me?”
Changmin locked his stunningly beautiful and clear caramel eyes into Junsu’s tear-drop shed, mocha-colored ones. It was a long time passing and Junsu couldn’t find his voice. Only his tears started to run down in streams down his cheeks, onto Changmin’s fingers. Changmin could feel the hot tears tickling his skin there.
“Then it’s you who doesn’t know me,” Junsu swallowed, “I have forgiven you a long time ago. How can I not? This thing I have for you has been here from day one and has never gone away, no matter how I wish it to.”
And that wiped away the sad look on Changmin’s face. Changmin breathed out (it was then that Junsu realized Changmin had also been holding his breath). “Good,” the former heir said simply, with a smile. He wiped the tears for Junsu.
“I’m tired,” Junsu said, hands rubbing his eyes. Again, he felt Changmin’s large, warm hand on his head, only this time it angled his neck so he could rest on Changmin’s shoulder. “Sleep then. I will wake you up when we get there.”
“Uh hum,” Junsu nodded. The crook of Changmin’s neck felt so warm and nice despite the bony feeling here and there. It was the first time in his life that Junsu ever felt so secured like that, like nothing could worry him anymore and the loneliness disappeared. His heart danced into his dream.
End 57
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Bonus: Look at Changmin's glare at YooSu (no Minnie you just can't hide the jealousy! and look at how he specifically glared at the holding hands haha) lol xD Does anybody know what snarky comment was utterred after that? Poor Min, limited access to Susu due to geographical issue lol (no Jae, I'm not blaming you baby!) xD
Source: sharingyoochun
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: Mozart Piano Concerto no. 23 in A Major, 2nd Movement Adagio (it's beautiful beautiful beautiful!)
“Take care. If life is too much there, come back here with hyung,” said Jaejoong. Junsu swore he could see Yunho suppressing a laughter.
“Come on honey,” said Yunho, “He’s not a baby.” The bar owner carressed his boyfriend’s muscular back. Junsu couldn’t help being amused. Jaejoong was the male one in the JaeHo couple but at times he certainly acted with much less maturity than Yunho. Coupled with the fact that Jaejoong was in fact 2 years Yunho’s junior, Junsu was sure the cellist had done something outrageous to be the dominate one here.
Without even knowing who Yunho really was, Junsu trusted the bar owner would always be there for Jaejoong. His calmness would even out the Jaejoong’s impulsiveness. They were just a perfect pair and for the millionth time, he wished them happiness.
Yet there was another person, whom he also consered a family, that Junsu needed to worry about other than Jaejoong. Junsu glanced sideways at Yoochun, who, unsurprisingly, had been looking at him too.
“Hey,” Junsu smiled.
“Hey,” Yoochun smiled back. Junsu would miss Yoochun’s smile a lot. For a minute, no words were exchanged between them. Yoochun was just looking, as if to register Junsu’s face, to have it ingrained in his mind.
Then, walking a few steps forward, Yoochun with his head down looked at the tips of his shoes.
They were only twenty centimeters apart now when it seemed like Yoochun didn’t know what to do. Yoochun usually joked around by touching Junsu at inappropriate places, but now suddenly he just didn’t know what to do, what to say. His hands in two pockets gestured forwards.
“Well,” Yoochun cleared his voice, “you…”
But he had not yet finished his sentence when Junsu suddenly pulled him in for an embraced. The young politician opened his eyes in shock.
“Take care, Yoochun,” Junsu said, his arms circling firmly around Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun had been the first friend he had in the “outside” world after the orphanage, always a good one. Junsu felt guilty for having to leave, because he had to leave Yoochun behind too, when he knew for a fact that Yoochun had never really gotten over him after their break-up. Then it had come the time when Junsu became more and more involved with Changmin to ever think much about Yoochun, and then now he had to run away also because of Changmin. Yoochun mattered, but never mattered enough, and Junsu felt so guilty for that he could never feel so much for Yoochun as he did for Changmin. It was terrible, while Yoochun had always been there for him.
“Hey, are you crying?” Yoochun smiled lightly as he heard Junsu’s soft sniff. As his lips turned into a graceful curve and his eyes closed slowly, Yoochun raised his hands, tentatively at first, to carress Junsu’s back. He felt Junsu’s spine under his palms, the slender back of the pianist brought familiar feelings of the past to Yoochun’s mind.
“You’re the one who must take care. You’re there alone, who would look after you?” Yoochun whispered.
“I can look after myself,” Junsu said.
Yoochun held Junsu’s head in his hands so he could look into Junsu’s eyes. “Now, it’s time to go in. You’re ready?”
Junsu nodded.
“Great,” Yoochun smiled. “We love you.”
Yoochun had used “we”, as a way to assert Junsu that there was nothing to worry about Yoochun, that Yoochun would move on soon, that Junsu needed not worry.
Junsu nodded, trying to suffocate a sob that was coming out.
It was also when Junsu noticed Jaejoong and Yunho had been watching him and Yoochun, their arms circling each other’s waist.
Yoochun. Jaejoong. Yunho. His dear friends.
The dome of Incheon Airport looked so high up there, and suddenly time and space felt curved. Junsu’s eyes swept around the place. People were walking with heavy suitcases and trolleys; crying, laughing, smiling. What a busy place, where everyone was engaged in the business of saying goodbye.
There was a group of people, like a family, who was taking pictures together.
Yunho snapped his fingers. “We need a group picture too!”
He approached a young girl nearby. “Hi, would you mind taking a picture for us?”
“S… Sure,” said the girl, blinking, clearly amazed at Yunho’s sweet smile. Then it was also Yunho who arranged people’s position because Jaejoong, Junsu and Yoochun were too emotional to do anything. They stood in a way Yunho deemed fit, and the girl pressed the camera button several times. “It’s good,” said she, and Yunho thanked her.
“Now,” Jaejoong handed Junsu the handle of his carry-on suitcase. Then, seeing Junsu’s blinking eyes, he stepped forward and embraced Junsu in his large arms. “My dongsaeng.”
Yunho came behind them and wrapped his arms around both Jaejoong’s and Junsu’s back. Then Yoochun also joined.
Three minute later, Junsu passed through the custom. He had technically stepped out of Korean land. What happened next, all the security checkings, went like a hazy dream and Junsu was suddenly trapped in a heavy feeling of sleepiness. The night before he was up almost all night, watching Changmin sleep in his apartment. That memory already felt ages old, even though he still could recalled each of Changmin’s movements. It was just that, they now were separated by Junsu’s devil, by the fact that he just didn’t have the guts to destroy both their lives to satisfy his selfish want to possess Changmin.
It was only a short wait until boarding time. The pretty attendant bowed with a smile, then showed Junsu’s place.
Junsu nodded to the girl in the window side seat. Junsu’s was the middle one. He sighed discreetly. With two people on both sides, it would be quite hard for him to sleep. Anyhow, he settled down and soon was having the fleece-throw up to his chin. The last person of the row could sit down without waking Junsu because the inner seats had all been filled.
Only he couldn’t sleep without people constantly walking in the aisle to get to their places. He closed his eyes but the light could still be seen through the lids. Thus, he was trapped in the state of half awake half drowse. Then, when the plane took off, Junsu directed his swollen eyes to the window. The light dots were getting tinier and tinier. The world down there was living like usual when he was leaving it.
Goodbye Korea. He mumbled.
“But no goodbye to me?”
A voice was heard.
A jerk was felt in Junsu’s stomach. He felt nauseated.
It couldn’t be.
It was just hallucination. It must be. Right?
But hallucination couldn’t touch him physically, could it?
Because a hand was gently felt on his head, turning him to the other side.
He couldn’t breathe. Was it because was what in front of him was just incredible, or because Shim Changmin’s smile just had that ability to deprive people of air with its stunning beauty?
For there was Changmin, concrete, flesh and blood, tall and handsome in a white T-shirt and simple blue jeans. Said blue jeans were hugging around a pair of long legs, which learly were having a very troubling time adjusting themselves in the limited space in front.
“This is horrible. Only I don’t have the money to buy a first-class seat anymore,” Changmin complained jokingly with a laugh.
“What… what are you doing here?” Junsu said with difficulty. His throat was so dry. He was so stunned that he didn’t even realize the attendant had come to offer him hot towel. Changmin turned his body around and got it for him.
“Thank me,” Changmin handed the towel to Junsu, “I’m nice enough to leave all the fortune behind while all you could do was to leave me without notice.”
“I…”
“How could you do that?” Changmin said with a tinge of strained bitterness in his voice, though a smile was still on his lips, “How could you sentence me then execute without even giving me a chance to defend myself? How could you think I would want anything more than I want you?”
Junsu felt suffocated.
Changmin touched Junsu’s cheek. “Have I not apologized enough? Why do you doubt me? Can’t you forgive me?”
Changmin locked his stunningly beautiful and clear caramel eyes into Junsu’s tear-drop shed, mocha-colored ones. It was a long time passing and Junsu couldn’t find his voice. Only his tears started to run down in streams down his cheeks, onto Changmin’s fingers. Changmin could feel the hot tears tickling his skin there.
“Then it’s you who doesn’t know me,” Junsu swallowed, “I have forgiven you a long time ago. How can I not? This thing I have for you has been here from day one and has never gone away, no matter how I wish it to.”
And that wiped away the sad look on Changmin’s face. Changmin breathed out (it was then that Junsu realized Changmin had also been holding his breath). “Good,” the former heir said simply, with a smile. He wiped the tears for Junsu.
“I’m tired,” Junsu said, hands rubbing his eyes. Again, he felt Changmin’s large, warm hand on his head, only this time it angled his neck so he could rest on Changmin’s shoulder. “Sleep then. I will wake you up when we get there.”
“Uh hum,” Junsu nodded. The crook of Changmin’s neck felt so warm and nice despite the bony feeling here and there. It was the first time in his life that Junsu ever felt so secured like that, like nothing could worry him anymore and the loneliness disappeared. His heart danced into his dream.
End 57
Comments? Thoughts?
Bonus: Look at Changmin's glare at YooSu (no Minnie you just can't hide the jealousy! and look at how he specifically glared at the holding hands haha) lol xD Does anybody know what snarky comment was utterred after that? Poor Min, limited access to Susu due to geographical issue lol (no Jae, I'm not blaming you baby!) xD
Source: sharingyoochun