Through the crown of the sakura tree - 14
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.
Theme music: Chopin's Valse op. 69 no. 2
As Junsu became conscious again, he blinked his eyes and looked around.
He was apparently not in his room. This place looked too elegant and expensive to be part of the apartment he rented together with Jaejoong.
Dim light illuminated the thick curtain fabrics and dark wood on parts of the walls. Soft, squashy mattress felt cool under his hands. A layer of cream colored comforter covered his naked body - brown and light cream everything, same as in the living room that he had come in earlier.
He was at Changmin’s place - Junsu’s mind very helpfully recalled. They had just had sex, on this very bed. Just like the first time they had done it, the pleasure was too great and Junsu had apparently passed out right after he came.
And also like the first time, Changmin had gone out, left him behind - Junsu looked at the empty space beside him.
Junsu got out of the bed, feeling sore. Some dried cum was on his torso and abdomen - he’d have to shower once he got back home. He collected the clothes scattered around on the floor and wore them. He checked his phone. It was 4:07 in the morning. Jaejoong had also sent some texts (“Where are you?”, “Are you not coming home tonight?”, “Reply me. Yoochun came.”).
Junsu walked out of the room, into the hallway. If he turned right, he would get to the living room and through there he could leave this place. But when he turned left, he saw a streamlet of light coming from the side of a door.
He approached the door, hand quietly pushed it open. There Changmin was, sitting at a desk cluttered with papers, books and drawing tools. Where he was sitting was the only place lit inside that room. Behind Changmin, there was a wall made of glass looking out to the magnificent sight of Seoul at night.
Junsu could see lights on the skyscrapers, vehicles running on the avenues, indicating a lively night life typical of this great city - but without all the noise. It was totally quiet in here, from the way Changmin was sitting, totally absorbed in some task. The perfect, straight line of his nose, and the peculiar outlines of his lips were shown under the white lamp light.
Junsu stood there and looked. He thought about the meeting with Changmin the afternoon before.
He had felt so overwhelmed at that moment. But when he heard that Changmin had just joined his family business, he had felt so relieved - the absence had been because Changmin was busy, not because Changmin was trying to avoid him again. But then, Changmin hadn’t even said “Hi” to him. Changmin had broken all eye-contacts. And Junsu had felt hurt.
He had looked up Changmin’s address and waited ever since he had got out of practice with one of his professors. He didn’t even know why he had done that. Everything that had followed, his asking to be let in, the make-out session, the sex, had just been all on impulse.
“Oh, you woke up?”
Junsu got out of his trance. Changmin was looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face.
Ironic. That expressionless expression, Junsu had thought was only typical of himself, but turned out Changmin could pull it off quite well too.
“Uh, yeah.” Junsu answered. He gestured to the large painting hang on the wall in front of Changmin, “What’s that?”
“Ah,” Changmin said, “Casa Batllo in Barcelona. Designed by Antonio Gaudi. One of my favorite modernist architecture works.”
Junsu walked closer. It was a building looking like a cave with decorations on the walls, its roof made from mosaics, and the colors of the roof reminding Junsu of some underwater life.
“It looks way more stunning in real life,” Changmin said, a gleam of penchant apparent in his eyes, “Gaudi is a genius. And Barcelona has the most beautiful buildings on earth.”
“Really?” Junsu mumbled. He furrowed his eyebrows, recalling what he had seen there on a brief visit in the past, as part of a piano competition. “The trees there look like Lego toys though.”
“Haha,” Changmin chuckled. Junsu turned his head to look and there it was - Changmin’s stunningly beautiful smile. “Well, Barcelona is a relatively new city, isn’t it? The architecture I mean,” Changmin said. “Young and free.”
There was a whole shelf full of thick art books in the room. Also another one with books of all other kinds. Changmin must really like Architecture.
“Are you going to be an architect?” Junsu asked randomly, as he traced his fingers across the spines of the books on one level of the Architecture shelf.
His back was facing Changmin, so he didn’t see Changmin’s face turn grim at that question.
“…No.” Changmin answered curtly, hands raising the book he was reading up to his face again.
Junsu turned around. Changmin was burying his head under some book about business management.
“Why? You’re majoring in Architecture right?”
Changmin sighed. Oh please, not this topic again. Junsu was a good fuck. He wasn't Changmin father!
“Look, I’m the heir to a multibillion-dollar business network, in case you don’t yet know,” Changmin said mockingly, “Do you think I’m going to abandon the dollars to be a lousy architect?”
“Oh, but why don’t you sound very excited about the dollars?” Junsu raised one corner of his lips.
“I am excited.”
“Then why didn’t you choose to major in anything pertaining business? Why bury yourself inside studios and labs when you can attend fancy business parties?”
“..with lots of beautiful girls?” he added a second after.
Changmin narrowed his eyes. Junsu talked too much for his liking. Changmin started to think the shorter guy was possessed by some spirit which also possessed his abeonim.
“I’m just too intelligent. Don’t need much school.” Changmin snarled.
“Oh, but intelligence is not enough,” Junsu said evenly. “Not enough to be great.”
Changmin got pissed off. “What do you mean?”
“How many kids are born with IQ as high as Albert Einstein? Or higher?”
“Don’t care. But damn sure I’m one of them.” Changmin snapped. He hated the other person's roundabout way of speaking. He hadn’t lied about the IQ thing though.
“But how many of them have produced anything as influential as the Theories of Relativity?” Junsu dawdled. “None. They just don’t have something Einstein had.”
“What?” Changmin said.
“Passion.” Changmin could hear Junsu smile. “You don’t just need intelligence or skills. You need feelings too. You have to dedicate your entire self and soul to something, pursuing it passionately.”
“Well I will dedicate my entire self and soul to my family’s business and they ain’t gonna let me rest, that I’m quite sure of.” Changmin smiled humorlessly. He realized he had started to use more contractions than he’d normally do.
“You truly feel that, or that is what people’ve been telling you?” Changmin heard Junsu stepped closer. The next moment he found the book he was holding removed from his hands, as Junsu had taken it up in the air.
Junsu bent down to face Changmin.
“Changmin, if you have known what you will do for the rest of your life since you were born, then why are you living now? What’s the point of living, huh?”
Junsu smiled at the end of the question. His eyes pierced into Changmin’s transparent brown orbs.
“You…”
Changmin clutched the handles of his chair.
Sometime later, Changmin realized he had not been breathing, so he started to breathe again, slowly at first. “You. Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”
He shot up and turned his back away. He strode towards the glass wall but saw nothing of the sky outside.
It was starless anyway.
Some minutes later he heard Junsu.
“I’m leaving.” The guy said without any particular emotion in his voice. After that there were the sound of him walking away, and that of the door closing.
Everything became quiet again in Changmin’s study.
Yet Changmin was feeling an unprecedented hatred rising inside. He was so mad that he could hardly breathe normally.
Who the hell was Kim Junsu anyway, to tell him what and how to think, or to live? Who the hell was that guy, to imply that Changmin’s life had been pointless all along?
Changmin threw the Cartier pen he was holding to the other side of the room. It collided with a marble area on the wall, and created a loud crashing sound.
End 14
A/N: Ahh I'm writing this way too fast. Need to slow down to study more >"< But the muse just won't let me alone! Ohhh MinSu leave me alone xD xD xD!!!!
Anyway, please comment :). I'd love to know what you think about this fic.
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.
Theme music: Chopin's Valse op. 69 no. 2
As Junsu became conscious again, he blinked his eyes and looked around.
He was apparently not in his room. This place looked too elegant and expensive to be part of the apartment he rented together with Jaejoong.
Dim light illuminated the thick curtain fabrics and dark wood on parts of the walls. Soft, squashy mattress felt cool under his hands. A layer of cream colored comforter covered his naked body - brown and light cream everything, same as in the living room that he had come in earlier.
He was at Changmin’s place - Junsu’s mind very helpfully recalled. They had just had sex, on this very bed. Just like the first time they had done it, the pleasure was too great and Junsu had apparently passed out right after he came.
And also like the first time, Changmin had gone out, left him behind - Junsu looked at the empty space beside him.
Junsu got out of the bed, feeling sore. Some dried cum was on his torso and abdomen - he’d have to shower once he got back home. He collected the clothes scattered around on the floor and wore them. He checked his phone. It was 4:07 in the morning. Jaejoong had also sent some texts (“Where are you?”, “Are you not coming home tonight?”, “Reply me. Yoochun came.”).
Junsu walked out of the room, into the hallway. If he turned right, he would get to the living room and through there he could leave this place. But when he turned left, he saw a streamlet of light coming from the side of a door.
He approached the door, hand quietly pushed it open. There Changmin was, sitting at a desk cluttered with papers, books and drawing tools. Where he was sitting was the only place lit inside that room. Behind Changmin, there was a wall made of glass looking out to the magnificent sight of Seoul at night.
Junsu could see lights on the skyscrapers, vehicles running on the avenues, indicating a lively night life typical of this great city - but without all the noise. It was totally quiet in here, from the way Changmin was sitting, totally absorbed in some task. The perfect, straight line of his nose, and the peculiar outlines of his lips were shown under the white lamp light.
Junsu stood there and looked. He thought about the meeting with Changmin the afternoon before.
He had felt so overwhelmed at that moment. But when he heard that Changmin had just joined his family business, he had felt so relieved - the absence had been because Changmin was busy, not because Changmin was trying to avoid him again. But then, Changmin hadn’t even said “Hi” to him. Changmin had broken all eye-contacts. And Junsu had felt hurt.
He had looked up Changmin’s address and waited ever since he had got out of practice with one of his professors. He didn’t even know why he had done that. Everything that had followed, his asking to be let in, the make-out session, the sex, had just been all on impulse.
“Oh, you woke up?”
Junsu got out of his trance. Changmin was looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face.
Ironic. That expressionless expression, Junsu had thought was only typical of himself, but turned out Changmin could pull it off quite well too.
“Uh, yeah.” Junsu answered. He gestured to the large painting hang on the wall in front of Changmin, “What’s that?”
“Ah,” Changmin said, “Casa Batllo in Barcelona. Designed by Antonio Gaudi. One of my favorite modernist architecture works.”
Junsu walked closer. It was a building looking like a cave with decorations on the walls, its roof made from mosaics, and the colors of the roof reminding Junsu of some underwater life.
“It looks way more stunning in real life,” Changmin said, a gleam of penchant apparent in his eyes, “Gaudi is a genius. And Barcelona has the most beautiful buildings on earth.”
“Really?” Junsu mumbled. He furrowed his eyebrows, recalling what he had seen there on a brief visit in the past, as part of a piano competition. “The trees there look like Lego toys though.”
“Haha,” Changmin chuckled. Junsu turned his head to look and there it was - Changmin’s stunningly beautiful smile. “Well, Barcelona is a relatively new city, isn’t it? The architecture I mean,” Changmin said. “Young and free.”
There was a whole shelf full of thick art books in the room. Also another one with books of all other kinds. Changmin must really like Architecture.
“Are you going to be an architect?” Junsu asked randomly, as he traced his fingers across the spines of the books on one level of the Architecture shelf.
His back was facing Changmin, so he didn’t see Changmin’s face turn grim at that question.
“…No.” Changmin answered curtly, hands raising the book he was reading up to his face again.
Junsu turned around. Changmin was burying his head under some book about business management.
“Why? You’re majoring in Architecture right?”
Changmin sighed. Oh please, not this topic again. Junsu was a good fuck. He wasn't Changmin father!
“Look, I’m the heir to a multibillion-dollar business network, in case you don’t yet know,” Changmin said mockingly, “Do you think I’m going to abandon the dollars to be a lousy architect?”
“Oh, but why don’t you sound very excited about the dollars?” Junsu raised one corner of his lips.
“I am excited.”
“Then why didn’t you choose to major in anything pertaining business? Why bury yourself inside studios and labs when you can attend fancy business parties?”
“..with lots of beautiful girls?” he added a second after.
Changmin narrowed his eyes. Junsu talked too much for his liking. Changmin started to think the shorter guy was possessed by some spirit which also possessed his abeonim.
“I’m just too intelligent. Don’t need much school.” Changmin snarled.
“Oh, but intelligence is not enough,” Junsu said evenly. “Not enough to be great.”
Changmin got pissed off. “What do you mean?”
“How many kids are born with IQ as high as Albert Einstein? Or higher?”
“Don’t care. But damn sure I’m one of them.” Changmin snapped. He hated the other person's roundabout way of speaking. He hadn’t lied about the IQ thing though.
“But how many of them have produced anything as influential as the Theories of Relativity?” Junsu dawdled. “None. They just don’t have something Einstein had.”
“What?” Changmin said.
“Passion.” Changmin could hear Junsu smile. “You don’t just need intelligence or skills. You need feelings too. You have to dedicate your entire self and soul to something, pursuing it passionately.”
“Well I will dedicate my entire self and soul to my family’s business and they ain’t gonna let me rest, that I’m quite sure of.” Changmin smiled humorlessly. He realized he had started to use more contractions than he’d normally do.
“You truly feel that, or that is what people’ve been telling you?” Changmin heard Junsu stepped closer. The next moment he found the book he was holding removed from his hands, as Junsu had taken it up in the air.
Junsu bent down to face Changmin.
“Changmin, if you have known what you will do for the rest of your life since you were born, then why are you living now? What’s the point of living, huh?”
Junsu smiled at the end of the question. His eyes pierced into Changmin’s transparent brown orbs.
“You…”
Changmin clutched the handles of his chair.
Sometime later, Changmin realized he had not been breathing, so he started to breathe again, slowly at first. “You. Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”
He shot up and turned his back away. He strode towards the glass wall but saw nothing of the sky outside.
It was starless anyway.
Some minutes later he heard Junsu.
“I’m leaving.” The guy said without any particular emotion in his voice. After that there were the sound of him walking away, and that of the door closing.
Everything became quiet again in Changmin’s study.
Yet Changmin was feeling an unprecedented hatred rising inside. He was so mad that he could hardly breathe normally.
Who the hell was Kim Junsu anyway, to tell him what and how to think, or to live? Who the hell was that guy, to imply that Changmin’s life had been pointless all along?
Changmin threw the Cartier pen he was holding to the other side of the room. It collided with a marble area on the wall, and created a loud crashing sound.
End 14
A/N: Ahh I'm writing this way too fast. Need to slow down to study more >"< But the muse just won't let me alone! Ohhh MinSu leave me alone xD xD xD!!!!
Anyway, please comment :). I'd love to know what you think about this fic.