Through the crown of the sakura tree - 26
Author: hikjang / delsogno
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Junsu had been quiet for the past few days, and it bothered Changmin.
Changmin knew there was some concert coming up soon, though he didn’t know why Junsu had to make such a fuss about it. Junsu was one of the most accomplished young classical mucisians in South Korea right now. Changmin didn’t even know why Junsu was still inside the country instead of honing his skills in one of those fine conservatories abroad - let alone about why he went stressed out over even things as insignificant like a mere concert. Granted meticulousness was important, it was not necessary if it was a sonata Changmin had heard Junsu played quite some few times before - and by that, Changmin meant impeccably played. Was there any other reason?
These days Junsu would come back home rather late. He would cook and eat with Changmin, but without speaking much. Then they would both work on each’s own things. At night, Junsu retreated to his small bedroom quite early, to not bother Changmin with the light as he continued to read his notes.
Changmin would be left alone in the living room. The scent of the lilies became overwhelming when Junsu was not in with him. The sound of the clock ticking was the only thing Changmin could hear in the dead of the night. It got Changmin conscious of the time. It had been almost a month since he moved in here with Junsu. “Move in” sounded weird, as they were no couple and Changmin came here empty-handed, but one could hardly find another word given the situation.
Changmin had been used to Junsu being quiet sometimes, but after each time like that Junsu would become talkative and say all strange things. These days Junsu had not been doing that. What was happening?
Changmin felt the need to do something about this. He just hoped it was not because of something he had done.
He thought of giving Junsu something… like a gift. But what gift? What would Junsu like?
Junsu came back from school, deadly tired. He had had 6 hours straight of practicing, right after an all-nighter to write a political science essay. Totally wasted, he walked inside his apartment like a zombie, thinking about crashing down on his bed as soon as he reached it.
But Junsu suddenly felt weird. Had he just walked in the wrong apartment? Junsu felt confused as he looked at the walls around him. The same old walls, but on which there were canvases and paintings of many sizes that surely had not been there before. There were paintings of different styles, arranged on the walls in odd but beautiful orders, adding to the messy feeling of Junsu’s apartment some rugged, artistically tough and free feeling. At the same time, they gave Junsu’s apartment the impression of being a bit bigger, and less stuffed. Junsu could guess who had done all this.
Among those paintings, there was one that especially caught Junsu’s attention - a version of “Sunflowers” by van Gogh, but on watercolor paper. It was hung in the middle of the wall on the opposite side of Junsu’s piano, that when he sat there to play he was sure to look at it directly. The painting was more like a sketch, but the masterful way of handling the medium was no joke. It contained a rawness, also a dreaminess that only watercolor could produce. Petals of the deep golden flowers stretched out like limbs reaching to the surrounding, so full of life and movements that it got Junsu hypnotized - standing there to look at it, like he was captured.
“The disorderliness of your apartment seems to host these flowers better than Switzerland. When I first saw them there, I thought van Gogh would cry if he knew his beloved flowers were to be kept in that boring piece of mountainous land. Never thought I would be such a plant lover but… I got them out.”
Junsu turned to look at Changmin with a questioning, slightly puzzled look, as if to ask, “What is the meaning of all this?”
Changmin “oh”-ed, then added, “Your apartment looks quite boring, besides I have to pay the rent and also for the food. This painting alone should be enough right? It’s authentic.”
Changmin had his two hands in the pockets of his khaki trousers, a clothed fist gesturing toward the painting. He looked much like a schoolboy, and even felt like one. Come to think about it, as of late Changmin had quite constantly felt like a pubercent; around Junsu, either his heart fluttered, or his hormones raged. Or both.
At Changmin’s mention of “paying the rent”, something had flashed through Junsu’s eyes - and Changmin had caught it. In a matter of seconds, it occurred to Changmin that his way of speaking probably had made Junsu think the matter was purely money-related.
Oh no.
Changmin had spent the whole day thinking up an excuse for giving Junsu this painting, and paying the rent had seemed like the only legit reason but now seeing Junsu’s somewhat pained and dissapointed looks Changmin wanted to pluck all his hair out.
His head went empty as he spilled the truth in panic.
“I-I--I saw the painting on the wallpaper of your PC, and think you’d be… happy to have the real thing.” Now it was embarrassing. To make it not, Changmin cleared his throat and added, “Don’t worry about taking care of it with all the right temperature and ventilation and stuff. Paintings are made to be loved - only to be loved. Things die and that’s why they’re beautiful.”
Junsu hesitantly raised his hand, used the fingertips to touch the surface of the frame. It was incredible, to say the least, to have the masterpiece in front of him - to have it. Incredible.
Little did he know Changmin had had to sneak into his own apartment in the luxurious building like a thief to get the paintings out, just that afternoon.
I think you’d be happy to have the real thing.
Those were Changmin’s words. Junsu heard his own frantic heartbeats as he turned his head and saw the handsome smile on Changmin’s profile. He then turned back to the painting. He had not anticipated this at all. Never had he thought Changmin would give him anything. Now, as much Junsu wanted to warn himself to not hope, hope crept in and it was hard to resist.
Junsu felt warm inside. As they were both facing the old, weathered-painted wall of Junsu’s apartment, a thought occurred to him. Junsu always thought Changmin and he belonged to different worlds and heading at different directions, but at that moment, wasn’t it just one same thing they were looking at?
Junsu felt the petals of sunflowers extended out of the painting, slithering around his heart.
But right then, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll go get it,” Changmin said and turned around to walk to the door, wanting to give Junsu a few more moments to be with the painting.
At the shriek of the door, parts and parts of a face were revealed.
“Kyu?”
Changmin said in astonishment. The other handsome young man, dressed in a simple polo and shorts (though obviously all brand-name stuff), was his cousin. Clear brown eyes, and the unruly black hair typical for one of the Shim family - Cho Kyuhyun was the son of the senior Shim’s older sister, and the 2nd in line of succession to the highest position of the Shim coglomerate.
“Hello there Minnie!” Kyuhyun said happily. At the same moment Changmin heard Junsu’s footsteps approaching. “Changmin, who…” Before Junsu could finish the sentence, Changmin had slammed the door at his face.
“Oh, who’s that cute guy? Why did you slam the door?” Kyuhyun asked. Changmin furrowed his eyebrows. Why was Kyuhyun here? How had Kyuhyun found out about Changmin’s hiding place? Detectives? Had there always been someone following him around? Had Junsu been followed too? Who sent Kyuhyun here? His abeonim or someone else? What was the extend of the spread of this knowledge? Did anything happen back at the group? Were they here to “invite” him back, or to force him?
“In a second see one thousand thoughts crossing your mind right now, cousin. Your brain is really something.”
“Why are you here?”
“Why are you here?”
Changmin’s frown deepened. “Answer my question.”
Kyuhyun scratched the back of his ear.
“We need to talk.”
End 26
Sorry for the lateness. I've been dealing with some bureaucratic work these days and you know... bureaucracy. Hmm. Hope you guys have not forgotten this story yet :D.
Please tell me what you think!
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu, Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Junsu had been quiet for the past few days, and it bothered Changmin.
Changmin knew there was some concert coming up soon, though he didn’t know why Junsu had to make such a fuss about it. Junsu was one of the most accomplished young classical mucisians in South Korea right now. Changmin didn’t even know why Junsu was still inside the country instead of honing his skills in one of those fine conservatories abroad - let alone about why he went stressed out over even things as insignificant like a mere concert. Granted meticulousness was important, it was not necessary if it was a sonata Changmin had heard Junsu played quite some few times before - and by that, Changmin meant impeccably played. Was there any other reason?
These days Junsu would come back home rather late. He would cook and eat with Changmin, but without speaking much. Then they would both work on each’s own things. At night, Junsu retreated to his small bedroom quite early, to not bother Changmin with the light as he continued to read his notes.
Changmin would be left alone in the living room. The scent of the lilies became overwhelming when Junsu was not in with him. The sound of the clock ticking was the only thing Changmin could hear in the dead of the night. It got Changmin conscious of the time. It had been almost a month since he moved in here with Junsu. “Move in” sounded weird, as they were no couple and Changmin came here empty-handed, but one could hardly find another word given the situation.
Changmin had been used to Junsu being quiet sometimes, but after each time like that Junsu would become talkative and say all strange things. These days Junsu had not been doing that. What was happening?
Changmin felt the need to do something about this. He just hoped it was not because of something he had done.
He thought of giving Junsu something… like a gift. But what gift? What would Junsu like?
Junsu came back from school, deadly tired. He had had 6 hours straight of practicing, right after an all-nighter to write a political science essay. Totally wasted, he walked inside his apartment like a zombie, thinking about crashing down on his bed as soon as he reached it.
But Junsu suddenly felt weird. Had he just walked in the wrong apartment? Junsu felt confused as he looked at the walls around him. The same old walls, but on which there were canvases and paintings of many sizes that surely had not been there before. There were paintings of different styles, arranged on the walls in odd but beautiful orders, adding to the messy feeling of Junsu’s apartment some rugged, artistically tough and free feeling. At the same time, they gave Junsu’s apartment the impression of being a bit bigger, and less stuffed. Junsu could guess who had done all this.
Among those paintings, there was one that especially caught Junsu’s attention - a version of “Sunflowers” by van Gogh, but on watercolor paper. It was hung in the middle of the wall on the opposite side of Junsu’s piano, that when he sat there to play he was sure to look at it directly. The painting was more like a sketch, but the masterful way of handling the medium was no joke. It contained a rawness, also a dreaminess that only watercolor could produce. Petals of the deep golden flowers stretched out like limbs reaching to the surrounding, so full of life and movements that it got Junsu hypnotized - standing there to look at it, like he was captured.
“The disorderliness of your apartment seems to host these flowers better than Switzerland. When I first saw them there, I thought van Gogh would cry if he knew his beloved flowers were to be kept in that boring piece of mountainous land. Never thought I would be such a plant lover but… I got them out.”
Junsu turned to look at Changmin with a questioning, slightly puzzled look, as if to ask, “What is the meaning of all this?”
Changmin “oh”-ed, then added, “Your apartment looks quite boring, besides I have to pay the rent and also for the food. This painting alone should be enough right? It’s authentic.”
Changmin had his two hands in the pockets of his khaki trousers, a clothed fist gesturing toward the painting. He looked much like a schoolboy, and even felt like one. Come to think about it, as of late Changmin had quite constantly felt like a pubercent; around Junsu, either his heart fluttered, or his hormones raged. Or both.
At Changmin’s mention of “paying the rent”, something had flashed through Junsu’s eyes - and Changmin had caught it. In a matter of seconds, it occurred to Changmin that his way of speaking probably had made Junsu think the matter was purely money-related.
Oh no.
Changmin had spent the whole day thinking up an excuse for giving Junsu this painting, and paying the rent had seemed like the only legit reason but now seeing Junsu’s somewhat pained and dissapointed looks Changmin wanted to pluck all his hair out.
His head went empty as he spilled the truth in panic.
“I-I--I saw the painting on the wallpaper of your PC, and think you’d be… happy to have the real thing.” Now it was embarrassing. To make it not, Changmin cleared his throat and added, “Don’t worry about taking care of it with all the right temperature and ventilation and stuff. Paintings are made to be loved - only to be loved. Things die and that’s why they’re beautiful.”
Junsu hesitantly raised his hand, used the fingertips to touch the surface of the frame. It was incredible, to say the least, to have the masterpiece in front of him - to have it. Incredible.
Little did he know Changmin had had to sneak into his own apartment in the luxurious building like a thief to get the paintings out, just that afternoon.
I think you’d be happy to have the real thing.
Those were Changmin’s words. Junsu heard his own frantic heartbeats as he turned his head and saw the handsome smile on Changmin’s profile. He then turned back to the painting. He had not anticipated this at all. Never had he thought Changmin would give him anything. Now, as much Junsu wanted to warn himself to not hope, hope crept in and it was hard to resist.
Junsu felt warm inside. As they were both facing the old, weathered-painted wall of Junsu’s apartment, a thought occurred to him. Junsu always thought Changmin and he belonged to different worlds and heading at different directions, but at that moment, wasn’t it just one same thing they were looking at?
Junsu felt the petals of sunflowers extended out of the painting, slithering around his heart.
But right then, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll go get it,” Changmin said and turned around to walk to the door, wanting to give Junsu a few more moments to be with the painting.
At the shriek of the door, parts and parts of a face were revealed.
“Kyu?”
Changmin said in astonishment. The other handsome young man, dressed in a simple polo and shorts (though obviously all brand-name stuff), was his cousin. Clear brown eyes, and the unruly black hair typical for one of the Shim family - Cho Kyuhyun was the son of the senior Shim’s older sister, and the 2nd in line of succession to the highest position of the Shim coglomerate.
“Hello there Minnie!” Kyuhyun said happily. At the same moment Changmin heard Junsu’s footsteps approaching. “Changmin, who…” Before Junsu could finish the sentence, Changmin had slammed the door at his face.
“Oh, who’s that cute guy? Why did you slam the door?” Kyuhyun asked. Changmin furrowed his eyebrows. Why was Kyuhyun here? How had Kyuhyun found out about Changmin’s hiding place? Detectives? Had there always been someone following him around? Had Junsu been followed too? Who sent Kyuhyun here? His abeonim or someone else? What was the extend of the spread of this knowledge? Did anything happen back at the group? Were they here to “invite” him back, or to force him?
“In a second see one thousand thoughts crossing your mind right now, cousin. Your brain is really something.”
“Why are you here?”
“Why are you here?”
Changmin’s frown deepened. “Answer my question.”
Kyuhyun scratched the back of his ear.
“We need to talk.”
End 26
Sorry for the lateness. I've been dealing with some bureaucratic work these days and you know... bureaucracy. Hmm. Hope you guys have not forgotten this story yet :D.
Please tell me what you think!