Through the crown of the sakura tree - 12
Author: hikjang / delsogno
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Changmin x Yuri, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst, Psychological
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Changmin woke up when the sun was already high up in the sky. The cream-colored satin curtains were not pulled out completely. Bright sunshine penetrated the glass to stay on Changmin’s face.
Changmin opened his eyes, hands massaging his forehead. He had apparently drunk a bit too much last night, what with that cocktail ‘Incredible Hulk’ and some more glasses of gin. But despite that, he felt quite nice and comfortable after a night of good rest. The sex with Junsu was very satisfying, to say the least. It was completely different from sex with girls. Just thinking about the hotness, tightness, wetness inside Junsu wrapping around him made him go half-hard.
He didn’t know whether he should freak out because he had had intercourse with a man, or if he should feel relieved because that man, Junsu, would not get pregnant even though he had, in the heat of the moment, forgot to wear condom.
Completely stupid thoughts Changmin was having; in fact, he should be worrying about how to face Junsu from then on. But his mind had not yet processed to that when he suddenly heard a very faint rustle sound close by.
He looked to the side of his bed and froze at what he saw. A woman, dressed in white clothes, with long black hair and pale lips was sitting there stiffly, staring down at him.
Changmin screamed.
“Okaa-san! What in the world are you doing here?”
His mom freaked him out, what with the silent way she was sitting, and the clothes and make up she was wearing. They reminded him of the girl from “The Ring”. The scary way his mom carried herself around was about half the reason why he had chosen to move out of the family’s main mansion.
Changmin breathed out loudly as he crashed down on the bed again. “Oh my God,” he mumbled. “How did you break in here?” He asked.
“’Break in’? You insolent child! The guard let me in of course. I’m your mom.”
“No you are Sadako Yamamura,” Changmin said.
“She is indeed my countrywoman.”
“Why are you here, may I ask?”
“Changmin-san, your dad is very unhappy about what you did last night. He especially sent me he to escort you back to the mansion.”
“…”
Words sure travel fast, Changmin thought. Nevertheless he got out of bed, got dressed and followed his mother to the waiting limo outside the apartment building.
His mother held the hem of her white kimono gracefully before getting inside. Shim Ayumi was a beauty, daughter of a giant Japanese industrial group, and her marriage with the senior Shim helped the Shim chaebol family extend their business and became one of the largest corporations in Asia. Because of her attachment with Japan, Shim Changmin addressed his mother with Japanese honorific.
Changmin checked his watch inside the limo. 10:07am. He expected whatever lesson his father was going to preach to last less than an hour. Then he would still be able to make it to class.
The limo rolled into the mansion courtyard soon after. “Ayumi-sama, young master Changmin,” the maids and workers greeted them.
“Abeonim,” Changmin greeted his father upon walking inside the luxuriously, French-ly furnished living area. His okaa-san closed the door behind them. His father was reading newspaper in his favorite armchair, his back facing them.
When his father stood up and turned around, Changmin saw one of the angriest faces he had ever seen his father had on.
“Insolent child! Brawling inside a club? With the son of Choi?” The senior Shim shouted, slamming the newspaper he was reading onto the tea table.
Changmin kept mum. He actually had not expected this level of rage from his father.
“You have upset me very much! And what did you fight with that Choi Siwon for? A good for nothing piano player!”
Changmin squirmed uncomfortably. Junsu was not a “piano player”, and certainly not “good for nothing”. He was one of the most famous young pianists of Korea.
“Abeonim, he is my friend, an artist and…” He looked to the side and saw his okaa-san looked at him in astonishment. Everybody knows that the last thing a Shim family member should do was to speak against the senior Shim.
“An artist?” His father indeed roared, “I knew it from the start! You insisted on taking that good-for-nothing Architecture major to hang out with a bunch of, what, what you call ‘artists’?”
“Anata…” Changmin’s mother interfered. She knew that this conversation was leading to a very sensitive matter between the Shim father and son. But the father kept on.
“I should have taken measures to make sure you took Business or Politics, to be in the same class with children of the Kim’s or the Park’s. What is Architecture for anyway?” his dad ranted, “Are you going to work as an architect? You are wasting your time. And Psychology… Bollocks! You can’t even control yourself! Totally a waste of time!”
Changmin felt his blood boiled. But he still kept silent.
“Do not be a shame of the Shim family!” His father yelled.
“I will not, abeonim,” Changmin said.
“After you finish college, you will go to study MBA. No questions. From tomorrow, go to the Gangnam headquarters and work on the merger with the Jung firm.”
“Yes, abeonim.”
“And you, stop spoiling him.” Changmin’s father eyed his mother. Then he looked at Changmin again. “From now on, your uncle Minwoo will supervise your work at the headquarters. If you don’t do well, I’ll close your bank account. Now go out.”
Changmin closed his eyes, then opened it again. He bowed. “I’ll excuse myself then, abeonim.” He walked out with his mother following behind.
When they had reached the hallway, his mother stood on the tips of her tabi to touch the cheeks of her tall son. “Changmin-san, stay for a while, okaa-san will make you something to eat, neh? Then let Kangin ahjussi take you to school.”
“Hai, okaa-san,” Changmin smiled, feeling like he was just an elementary school kid again. "'Kaa-san, may I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Who told abeonim about my punching Choi Siwon last night?”
His mother only looked at him, her hand still on his left cheek.
Changmin had found it very strange. His father was not supposed to find out about this, because though the Choi family was pretty powerful too, they were still far behind the Shim’s. If Choi Siwon was sane (the punch he had received was not strong enough to make him otherwise), he would know better than to go tell his father, or anyone at all, that he had offended Shim Changmin.
Also, how had his father learnt about him fighting because of a pianist? Though many people were present when the skirmish happened, very few knew what, much less who, was the reason for that little brawling session. Though he pulled Junsu out and people could have seen, nobody knew it was Kim Junsu because the guy was sitting in a corner the whole time.
“Cannot be Minho,” Changmin said, “Was it Yuri?”
“Changmin-san…”
“It was, right, okaa-sama?”
“She was only worried…”
Changmin felt such rage. Yuri was not oblivious about the strained relationship between Changmin and his father, and yet, of all people, it was she who had told his father. But why would she do so?
“Changmin-san, Yuri is a nice girl, she cares about you a great deal. You, on the other hand, have upset her many times.” His mother said in a stern voice, and what she said was true - even Changmin knew that. And so he found the anger for her die out immediately.
Yuri had been with him for two years. It was an arranged relationship, but Yuri had fallen in love with Changmin even from some years before that. She was beautiful, smart and disciplined - a right choice for a future Shim bride. Personally, in the relationship with Changmin, she was tolerant, not overly attached, never complained. Changmin liked her a lot too.
But he was still upset from the talk with his father. Changmin’s hobbies, passions and choice of majors in college had always been the root of the tension between them. After enrolling in college, Changmin had felt too stressed just being in the same house and had quarrells with his father everyday. That was the actual reason why he had moved out two years ago.
The indignant feelings inside him had come back. He ate the food his mother prepared, eyes feeling hot. He suppressed the tears, finished the food and went to the limo where the chauffeur was waiting to take him to school.
End 12
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Changmin x Yuri, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst, Psychological
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Changmin woke up when the sun was already high up in the sky. The cream-colored satin curtains were not pulled out completely. Bright sunshine penetrated the glass to stay on Changmin’s face.
Changmin opened his eyes, hands massaging his forehead. He had apparently drunk a bit too much last night, what with that cocktail ‘Incredible Hulk’ and some more glasses of gin. But despite that, he felt quite nice and comfortable after a night of good rest. The sex with Junsu was very satisfying, to say the least. It was completely different from sex with girls. Just thinking about the hotness, tightness, wetness inside Junsu wrapping around him made him go half-hard.
He didn’t know whether he should freak out because he had had intercourse with a man, or if he should feel relieved because that man, Junsu, would not get pregnant even though he had, in the heat of the moment, forgot to wear condom.
Completely stupid thoughts Changmin was having; in fact, he should be worrying about how to face Junsu from then on. But his mind had not yet processed to that when he suddenly heard a very faint rustle sound close by.
He looked to the side of his bed and froze at what he saw. A woman, dressed in white clothes, with long black hair and pale lips was sitting there stiffly, staring down at him.
Changmin screamed.
“Okaa-san! What in the world are you doing here?”
His mom freaked him out, what with the silent way she was sitting, and the clothes and make up she was wearing. They reminded him of the girl from “The Ring”. The scary way his mom carried herself around was about half the reason why he had chosen to move out of the family’s main mansion.
Changmin breathed out loudly as he crashed down on the bed again. “Oh my God,” he mumbled. “How did you break in here?” He asked.
“’Break in’? You insolent child! The guard let me in of course. I’m your mom.”
“No you are Sadako Yamamura,” Changmin said.
“She is indeed my countrywoman.”
“Why are you here, may I ask?”
“Changmin-san, your dad is very unhappy about what you did last night. He especially sent me he to escort you back to the mansion.”
“…”
Words sure travel fast, Changmin thought. Nevertheless he got out of bed, got dressed and followed his mother to the waiting limo outside the apartment building.
His mother held the hem of her white kimono gracefully before getting inside. Shim Ayumi was a beauty, daughter of a giant Japanese industrial group, and her marriage with the senior Shim helped the Shim chaebol family extend their business and became one of the largest corporations in Asia. Because of her attachment with Japan, Shim Changmin addressed his mother with Japanese honorific.
Changmin checked his watch inside the limo. 10:07am. He expected whatever lesson his father was going to preach to last less than an hour. Then he would still be able to make it to class.
The limo rolled into the mansion courtyard soon after. “Ayumi-sama, young master Changmin,” the maids and workers greeted them.
“Abeonim,” Changmin greeted his father upon walking inside the luxuriously, French-ly furnished living area. His okaa-san closed the door behind them. His father was reading newspaper in his favorite armchair, his back facing them.
When his father stood up and turned around, Changmin saw one of the angriest faces he had ever seen his father had on.
“Insolent child! Brawling inside a club? With the son of Choi?” The senior Shim shouted, slamming the newspaper he was reading onto the tea table.
Changmin kept mum. He actually had not expected this level of rage from his father.
“You have upset me very much! And what did you fight with that Choi Siwon for? A good for nothing piano player!”
Changmin squirmed uncomfortably. Junsu was not a “piano player”, and certainly not “good for nothing”. He was one of the most famous young pianists of Korea.
“Abeonim, he is my friend, an artist and…” He looked to the side and saw his okaa-san looked at him in astonishment. Everybody knows that the last thing a Shim family member should do was to speak against the senior Shim.
“An artist?” His father indeed roared, “I knew it from the start! You insisted on taking that good-for-nothing Architecture major to hang out with a bunch of, what, what you call ‘artists’?”
“Anata…” Changmin’s mother interfered. She knew that this conversation was leading to a very sensitive matter between the Shim father and son. But the father kept on.
“I should have taken measures to make sure you took Business or Politics, to be in the same class with children of the Kim’s or the Park’s. What is Architecture for anyway?” his dad ranted, “Are you going to work as an architect? You are wasting your time. And Psychology… Bollocks! You can’t even control yourself! Totally a waste of time!”
Changmin felt his blood boiled. But he still kept silent.
“Do not be a shame of the Shim family!” His father yelled.
“I will not, abeonim,” Changmin said.
“After you finish college, you will go to study MBA. No questions. From tomorrow, go to the Gangnam headquarters and work on the merger with the Jung firm.”
“Yes, abeonim.”
“And you, stop spoiling him.” Changmin’s father eyed his mother. Then he looked at Changmin again. “From now on, your uncle Minwoo will supervise your work at the headquarters. If you don’t do well, I’ll close your bank account. Now go out.”
Changmin closed his eyes, then opened it again. He bowed. “I’ll excuse myself then, abeonim.” He walked out with his mother following behind.
When they had reached the hallway, his mother stood on the tips of her tabi to touch the cheeks of her tall son. “Changmin-san, stay for a while, okaa-san will make you something to eat, neh? Then let Kangin ahjussi take you to school.”
“Hai, okaa-san,” Changmin smiled, feeling like he was just an elementary school kid again. "'Kaa-san, may I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Who told abeonim about my punching Choi Siwon last night?”
His mother only looked at him, her hand still on his left cheek.
Changmin had found it very strange. His father was not supposed to find out about this, because though the Choi family was pretty powerful too, they were still far behind the Shim’s. If Choi Siwon was sane (the punch he had received was not strong enough to make him otherwise), he would know better than to go tell his father, or anyone at all, that he had offended Shim Changmin.
Also, how had his father learnt about him fighting because of a pianist? Though many people were present when the skirmish happened, very few knew what, much less who, was the reason for that little brawling session. Though he pulled Junsu out and people could have seen, nobody knew it was Kim Junsu because the guy was sitting in a corner the whole time.
“Cannot be Minho,” Changmin said, “Was it Yuri?”
“Changmin-san…”
“It was, right, okaa-sama?”
“She was only worried…”
Changmin felt such rage. Yuri was not oblivious about the strained relationship between Changmin and his father, and yet, of all people, it was she who had told his father. But why would she do so?
“Changmin-san, Yuri is a nice girl, she cares about you a great deal. You, on the other hand, have upset her many times.” His mother said in a stern voice, and what she said was true - even Changmin knew that. And so he found the anger for her die out immediately.
Yuri had been with him for two years. It was an arranged relationship, but Yuri had fallen in love with Changmin even from some years before that. She was beautiful, smart and disciplined - a right choice for a future Shim bride. Personally, in the relationship with Changmin, she was tolerant, not overly attached, never complained. Changmin liked her a lot too.
But he was still upset from the talk with his father. Changmin’s hobbies, passions and choice of majors in college had always been the root of the tension between them. After enrolling in college, Changmin had felt too stressed just being in the same house and had quarrells with his father everyday. That was the actual reason why he had moved out two years ago.
The indignant feelings inside him had come back. He ate the food his mother prepared, eyes feeling hot. He suppressed the tears, finished the food and went to the limo where the chauffeur was waiting to take him to school.
End 12