[FIC] : Eclipse 2/?
Title: Eclipse 2/?
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Romance
Pairing/s: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: Not ours, never were. So sad T_T
Summary: There were voices in Jaejoong's head, and he knew the voice will help him find his happiness.
A/N: From now on, lemonademelon and I will be posting on fire_of_eclipse ~ please do join our comm if you dont mind :DD but we will still cross post it on our journal and pairing comms :)
A/N: OUR BELOVED READERS! WE'RE VERY SORRY FOR THIS LATE UPDATE. FORGIVE US :))
CHAPTER 2
A friend of mine once talked about the after life. They said, the harder we live, the stronger our soul is. We, when were still in heaven, would choose who to be in our next life. The stronger souls would be able to choose a hard life, like become a handicap person, and in the afterlife the souls will get greater rewards.
I wondered if my stupid soul pretended to be strong and chose this life I’m leading, condemned by the worst kind of punishment for a human, loneliness.
You are not alone.
I scoffed, sure, I have Changmin. I should be glad I have Changmin.
You have me...
I frowned and looked around. Have who? I was in my office room alone but the voice was very clear like someone just spoke right next to me. I decided to ignore it and turn back to paperwork piling on my desk. I sighed, do I even have a life?
Yes, I’m your life.
I rubbed my eyes and gulp down my coffee. I’m probably very tired that I started to hear things. The door to my room opened and Changmin peeked in, “Wanna grab lunch together?”
I smiled and nodded, following him out.
“You okay? You’re a little bit pale.”
“I’m fine. How’s your hangover doing?”
“I’ll survive,” Changmin grinned as we sat on a table in a restaurant across the street.
We opened the menu and started to look for something to eat when a song played in my head. It was a song I’ve never heard, but the voice singing it was beautiful. The song was only half-sung, the kind where people would forget half of the lyrics and hum to it instead. I frowned, looking around the restaurant and found no one was singing close to me.
Changmin noticed my frown, “What’s up?”
“There’s a song in my head...”
“A song’s stuck in your head?” Changmin rose an eyebrow.
“No, there’s a song in my head. A song I’ve never heard and a voice I never knew!”
“You’re still on hangover,” Changmin shrugged and turned back to his menu. “It’s perfectly normal, you picked up the song somewhere and couldn’t remember and since your brain is currently on a weak condition, the song played over and over in your head.”
“That’s not it!” I pouted. “It’s...someone’s voice. I’ve been hearing someone in my head, answering me.”
“Yoochun,” Changmin sighed and put his menu down. “You’re just imagining things. Don’t make me take you to a psychiatrist now.”
I sighed; knowing no matter what I say Changmin wouldn’t understand. I decided to lean back to my seat and closed my eyes, listening to the song. The song is good anyway, I reasoned with myself. I listened to it, memorizing the voice cause maybe, just maybe, later I’d be able to find who the beautiful voice belongs to.
***
"You need to smile more often."
I heard a deep voice from my left. Yunho. A smile was plastered on his face as he pinched Yoobin's cheeks, he bent down and ask if she's enjoying the puppet show. She nooded with delight.
"I do that a lot...these days." I answered as soon as he turned to me.
"Yes, you do but you're still hiding that smile behind your hand like how you're hiding on your shell."
"I am not..." I said, ready to argue with him but he cut me off, "This is not you, I can tell."
"You don't know..." And I was cut off once again.
"We've been friends for years Jae, well if you truly considered me as one. I've seen a glimpse of the real you in all of those years." He paused as he stared down at me, I looked away. He heaved a deep sigh.
I know he wanted to say more but he decided that arguing with me doesn’t worth his time anymore. He knows that I never listened to anyone's advise except Junsu’s.
"So how was the show so far? I heard Junsu and Hyukjae are acting behind the characters."
And just like that he dropped the subject like we never tackled something about my life to begin with. At least he knows when to stop, that he knows I don't like talking and hearing that kind of stuffs.
"The kids are having fun, so I must say the show is doing good. I didn't know they put Junsu and Hyukjae on it."
"They suit the characters, don't they?" I nodded in response, after staying for a while Yunho bid me goodbye. He has an appointment to attend to, a lunch meeting with the directors.
Soon after the show ended, Junsu leaped beside me a big grin stretched on his lips. I could see the joy in his eyes, the joy of being able to give happiness to these young patients through a simple show. These kids that despite them battling for their own lives were not showing even an ounce of sorrow in their faces and even in their eyes. Its like they were not having one of the deadliest disease on their blood, they're not worrying about dying at young age. They're happy despite their situation.
I wonder how could they do that, some might say they're too young to understand anything but we know too well that they're much more mature than any of us combined.
Let's take Yoobin for example, I heard her consoling her mother the other day telling her that she's not afraid of dying because when she get there she'll be with the Father and He won't let her feel the pain anymore. She even told them to be strong and that she'd been happy to live that long. She's only 6.
While I'm 25 and very much afraid to die. True, I’ve achieved something for my life, I'm a professional and enjoying this path that I took but still I'm alone. Still a nobody.
I'm here.
I felt a nudge, "Come on, stop day dreaming. Time to grab something to eat, you didn't ate breakfast I know you're hungry now."
Oh, no. I lied, I have Junsu. I have someone.
You have me too.
I frowned and turned to look at my back. Empty.
Live for me.
"Hey, Jae! Come on!" Junsu waved at me, beckoning me to move faster. I shook my head as I catch up beside him.
I didn't notice I was humming a tone ,not until Junsu pouted at me and told me I stole that melody from him and then he added words into with, moments later I am singing along with him.
"barami bunda noeuri jigo unmyeongi uril molgeman haedo sigan heureugo jinagan jarigilda"
바람이 분다 the wind is blowing
노을이지고 a glowing of the sky
운명이 우릴 the fated 2 of us
멀게만 해도 even if it’s a distance away
시간 흐르고 the time passes
지나간 자리 길다 the spaces that passes by is long
***
It had been a month since I last heard the voices in my head. The weird voices that I started hearing after Christmas stayed for a week before it disappeared.
And I’m left all alone again, sipping coffee from a paper cup as I sat alone on the park, watching people happily pass by.
The voices somehow grew on me while it was still there, and I’ve memorized how sweet it sounded. The voice was like...caramel macchiato, bittersweet yet addictive. It was nice to feel like you’re not alone all the time. Still, no matter how nice it sounded, I started to freak out and think I was losing my mind!
Fortunately, or not so fortunately, it disappeared after a week.
The weather was still freezing, but I love cold. I would have asked Changmin to accompany me to laze around and sit on the park, swinging life away, but he would have refused. He’d rather sleep his life away, while I’d rather do it by watching time pass by, slowly slipping between my fingers and dissolve into thin air.
Then I spotted a familiar face.
He was rubbing his arms, and his pale skin was as white as the snow melting gently around us either. It was the guy I saw on the street on Christmas Eve. He was walking my direction, eyes on the pavement, and it seemed like he hadn’t slept all night from the messy hair and heavy eye bags.
Please look up, I said to myself.
And he did.
Our eyes met. He seemed to recognize me that he stopped on his track, right in front of me. I forced a smile although it felt like every nerve on my body froze under his cold gaze.
“Did...you say something?” he asked.
“No...” I replied, confused.
“Ah, sorry,” he smiled and walked away.
I swallowed, his voice...the voice I knew so well! I immediately stood up, wanting to call out to him, but then I didn’t know his name. When I decided to go after him, he already disappeared around the corner out of my sight.
I sighed and fell back to the bench I was sitting on. I sipped on my half cold coffee and mourn my loss of chance to finally talk to that guy.
Next time.
Yeah definitely next time, I smiled to myself. I would surely talk to him next time.
Promise?
Promise.
What?
I gasped, it was the voice on my head again. The voice was back! I rejoiced. I started chuckling to myself as I finished my coffee.
So maybe I’m crazy, but that’s okay. I like that voice.
I like his voice.
***
"She doesn't want to inform you about it Jaejoong oppa, but Sister Katherine is just admitted here at Seoul Medical Hospital."
"Is she okay Soonae? What happened?"
"She fainted we still don't know why, they just took some laboratory test. Please come here."
"I'm on my way. Stay with her."
It was a good thing I didn't take the train today and instead took a bus. I remembered there's a shortcut to the hospital and if I hopped out at the next stop I just needed to walk my way there.
I glanced at my wrist watch, it was 8:38 AM. If we were not busy the night before I'll be home by now, already lying on my bed and sleeping so soundly but an emergency occur. Two of our patients had an attack, Yoobin and Inhwan. Inhwan didn't make it.
I sighed and remember Junsu, he got attached on the kid so much. Inhwan was his baby, he said he felt like he lost a son and then he cried. Junsu plays favoritism, I didn't, well not really because I'm fond of Yoobin. And I'm happy she made it, she's strong girl.
Wind brushed past me, kissing my skin. I shivered and rub my hand on my arms, warming it. I always hate winter, I hate walking at this snowy road. It’s so cold.
Please look up...
It sounded like a plea, so I did. I met that same inviting eyes I saw months ago. Where did I met him again? Oh wasn’t it at the alleyway near Heechul's bar? He was with a guy, taller than him. I didn't know I'm walking towards him, he smiled at me, it was forced though.
“Did...you say something?” I asked him without thinking.
“No...” He look confused as he answered me.
“Ah, sorry,” I replied, giving him a small smile and then left without a word. I can't waste more time when there's someone waiting for me.
I half walk and half run to the hospital when a voice rang in my ears.
Wait. Stop, please.
My eyes widened, it's the same voice that accompanied me for a week since Christmas eve, its been a month since I last heard of it. Him.
I looked around expecting someone to approach me but there was none, all were with their companion and some were busy talking on their phones. No one seemed to be him. I grew frustrated, I wanted to see him.
My phone rang in my pocket. I sighed and run faster than before while promising myself that next time I see him, I'll talk to him right away.
Promise.
I gasped. He answered back! He's back! Its him. I smiled and held my beating heart above my chest, allowing it to beat in a steady rhythm.
Sister Katherine was fine, she just need a lot of rest. Fatigue and loss of appetite caused her body to weaken and that led to fainting. She loss some electrolytes so she was now currently hook with some fluids to replace that said loss. She convinced me to go home after an hour.
I missed you.
A smile crept on my lips, my hand touch my chest where my heart lies.
Stop it. You're making my heart so excited.
***
I stared at the little girl in front of me, stretching her arms demanding to be held. I bit my lower lips and Changmin patted my back. I rolled my eyes on him and gave up, bending over the bed and picked the little girl up into my arms. It was awkward as I’m not used to handling little kids, but she giggled happily and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Changmin was sitting on a too small chair with kids surrounding him. He had always been good with kids, and he seemed to really enjoy the story telling. The kids laughed and a girl tried to climb to his lap. Changmin smiled and picked her up and she told Changmin she wants to marry him when she grew up. Changmin laughed and told her she should get well soon so she will be able to do that.
I smiled as I watched Changmin interacted with other kids, sitting in the corner with the little girl I picked up earlier in my lap. She’s now sleeping soundly with her little fingers entwined with mine. Her bracelet spelled her name as Yoobin.
“She looks like you, are you sure she’s not your daughter?” Changmin joked in a low voice, trying not to wake Yoobin up.
“Shut up,” I stuck my tongue out at him. “She does look a little like me.”
Changmin laughed and walked away, tailed by a line of kids. I was a little glad he had convinced me to do this form of CSR* and raised a charity for kids with leukemia. I stared at Yoobin in my arms, her plump cheeks blushing a light shade of pink. How could fate be so cruel, letting kids that young suffer? Thinking of Yoobin’s future, I had to fight back my tears.
I hate deaths.
“Careful, don’t be too attached,” a nurse said as he walked my way with medicines. He kneeled in front of me and shook Yoobin awake lightly. Yoobin stirred in my arms and woke up slowly.
“I think I already am,” I smiled at him. He smiled back and fed Yoobin her medicines.
“You might get hurt,” he continued while smiling sadly.
I chuckled, “That’s better, at least I put my heart into function.”
“You’re right, at least we loved,” he chuckled as well before walking away. I caught a glimpse of his nametag, Junsu.
Yoobin, now that she’s awake, demanded me to play doll with her. Like I could ever say no to her? She was playing happily with a barbie when she looked behind me and smiled, stretching her arms like she did to me.
I turned around and see another nurse. Him.
His eyes widened in surprise as well, he seemed to recognize me well, and walked to our direction. He picked Yoobin up into his arms. “Hello,” he greeted politely.
“Hi,” I replied with a smile, my heart beat two times faster.
“Did she take her medicines already?”
“Yeah, Junsu gave it to her earlier.”
“Ah,” he smiled and turned to Yoobin. He set Yoobin back to the chair and sat next to me as Yoobin continued playing. I took a deep breath and reminded myself my promise. This time, I have to know his name. “I’m Kim Jaejoong,” he suddenly said just when I opened my mouth to say something.
“I-I’m Park Yoochun,” I stuttered in surprise. He smiled nicely and my heart skipped a beat.
“That’s very nice of you to do charity for these kids.”
“My colleague loves kids,” I answered. “It was his idea, and I have to admit it was a great one.”
“It is, these kids needed your help. Thank you.”
I blushed real hard at his smile. “It’s not me you should’ve thanked,” I said in a low voice. I turned my attention back to Yoobin and so did Jaejoong. Jaejoong, I tested the name on my tongue, feeling the strange familiarity like I’ve spelled it a thousand times before. Yoobin took my hand and handed my a plastic cup from a tea set. She handed Jaejoong one too and pretended to pour tea into them. She’s so adorable!
“She likes you,” Jaejoong chuckled.
“That’s good to hear, I like her too.”
Jaejoong’s smile turned wry, “Her friend just passed away recently.”
So that’s what Junsu was talking about. “I’m sorry,” I said, the words bitter in my throat.
“Yeah, we can’t really do anything, but I hope Yoobin will be healthy soon,” Jaejoong said as he sipped on his imaginary tea.
I patted Yoobin’s head lovingly, making her giggle. “She will, she’s a strong girl.”
“Strong girl!” she giggled and imitated me.
“Chunnie~” Changmin called from the door and I looked up. He was surprised to see me with someone else then got over it. “We gotta go now.”
“Why~~?” I whined and blushed immediately, forgetting Jaejoong was still there.
“Come on, we have a company to run,” Changmin tsked even though he was smiling a satisfied smile for making me like his idea.
“Geez, fine.” I got up and pecked Yoobin’s head. It was hard to tell her I have to go because she pouted and held my hand, not letting go. Jaejoong chuckled and took Yoobin to his arms, telling her that I will be back for her. Ten minutes later, Yoobin gave up and let my hand go. I kissed her one more time and walked to the door before Jaejoong called my name.
“You’ll be back next week, right?” he asked carefully.
“Every week,” I smiled.
“Good, Yoobin will misses you.”
“I’ll miss her too for sure,” I said and walked away, waving at them.
Changmin was waiting me with a huge smile, “That was cute.”
“Shut up.”
Changmin laughed and didn’t say anything as we walked to his car. I rubbed my cheeks as if it would remove the pink blush on it.
Park Yoochun.
Kim Jaejoong.
At least I know his name now.
Part 3
(*) CSR- Corporate Social Responsibility
(**) Excerpt from Fallen Leaves
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Romance
Pairing/s: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: Not ours, never were. So sad T_T
Summary: There were voices in Jaejoong's head, and he knew the voice will help him find his happiness.
A/N: From now on, lemonademelon and I will be posting on fire_of_eclipse ~ please do join our comm if you dont mind :DD but we will still cross post it on our journal and pairing comms :)
A/N: OUR BELOVED READERS! WE'RE VERY SORRY FOR THIS LATE UPDATE. FORGIVE US :))
CHAPTER 2
A friend of mine once talked about the after life. They said, the harder we live, the stronger our soul is. We, when were still in heaven, would choose who to be in our next life. The stronger souls would be able to choose a hard life, like become a handicap person, and in the afterlife the souls will get greater rewards.
I wondered if my stupid soul pretended to be strong and chose this life I’m leading, condemned by the worst kind of punishment for a human, loneliness.
You are not alone.
I scoffed, sure, I have Changmin. I should be glad I have Changmin.
You have me...
I frowned and looked around. Have who? I was in my office room alone but the voice was very clear like someone just spoke right next to me. I decided to ignore it and turn back to paperwork piling on my desk. I sighed, do I even have a life?
Yes, I’m your life.
I rubbed my eyes and gulp down my coffee. I’m probably very tired that I started to hear things. The door to my room opened and Changmin peeked in, “Wanna grab lunch together?”
I smiled and nodded, following him out.
“You okay? You’re a little bit pale.”
“I’m fine. How’s your hangover doing?”
“I’ll survive,” Changmin grinned as we sat on a table in a restaurant across the street.
We opened the menu and started to look for something to eat when a song played in my head. It was a song I’ve never heard, but the voice singing it was beautiful. The song was only half-sung, the kind where people would forget half of the lyrics and hum to it instead. I frowned, looking around the restaurant and found no one was singing close to me.
Changmin noticed my frown, “What’s up?”
“There’s a song in my head...”
“A song’s stuck in your head?” Changmin rose an eyebrow.
“No, there’s a song in my head. A song I’ve never heard and a voice I never knew!”
“You’re still on hangover,” Changmin shrugged and turned back to his menu. “It’s perfectly normal, you picked up the song somewhere and couldn’t remember and since your brain is currently on a weak condition, the song played over and over in your head.”
“That’s not it!” I pouted. “It’s...someone’s voice. I’ve been hearing someone in my head, answering me.”
“Yoochun,” Changmin sighed and put his menu down. “You’re just imagining things. Don’t make me take you to a psychiatrist now.”
I sighed; knowing no matter what I say Changmin wouldn’t understand. I decided to lean back to my seat and closed my eyes, listening to the song. The song is good anyway, I reasoned with myself. I listened to it, memorizing the voice cause maybe, just maybe, later I’d be able to find who the beautiful voice belongs to.
***
"You need to smile more often."
I heard a deep voice from my left. Yunho. A smile was plastered on his face as he pinched Yoobin's cheeks, he bent down and ask if she's enjoying the puppet show. She nooded with delight.
"I do that a lot...these days." I answered as soon as he turned to me.
"Yes, you do but you're still hiding that smile behind your hand like how you're hiding on your shell."
"I am not..." I said, ready to argue with him but he cut me off, "This is not you, I can tell."
"You don't know..." And I was cut off once again.
"We've been friends for years Jae, well if you truly considered me as one. I've seen a glimpse of the real you in all of those years." He paused as he stared down at me, I looked away. He heaved a deep sigh.
I know he wanted to say more but he decided that arguing with me doesn’t worth his time anymore. He knows that I never listened to anyone's advise except Junsu’s.
"So how was the show so far? I heard Junsu and Hyukjae are acting behind the characters."
And just like that he dropped the subject like we never tackled something about my life to begin with. At least he knows when to stop, that he knows I don't like talking and hearing that kind of stuffs.
"The kids are having fun, so I must say the show is doing good. I didn't know they put Junsu and Hyukjae on it."
"They suit the characters, don't they?" I nodded in response, after staying for a while Yunho bid me goodbye. He has an appointment to attend to, a lunch meeting with the directors.
Soon after the show ended, Junsu leaped beside me a big grin stretched on his lips. I could see the joy in his eyes, the joy of being able to give happiness to these young patients through a simple show. These kids that despite them battling for their own lives were not showing even an ounce of sorrow in their faces and even in their eyes. Its like they were not having one of the deadliest disease on their blood, they're not worrying about dying at young age. They're happy despite their situation.
I wonder how could they do that, some might say they're too young to understand anything but we know too well that they're much more mature than any of us combined.
Let's take Yoobin for example, I heard her consoling her mother the other day telling her that she's not afraid of dying because when she get there she'll be with the Father and He won't let her feel the pain anymore. She even told them to be strong and that she'd been happy to live that long. She's only 6.
While I'm 25 and very much afraid to die. True, I’ve achieved something for my life, I'm a professional and enjoying this path that I took but still I'm alone. Still a nobody.
I'm here.
I felt a nudge, "Come on, stop day dreaming. Time to grab something to eat, you didn't ate breakfast I know you're hungry now."
Oh, no. I lied, I have Junsu. I have someone.
You have me too.
I frowned and turned to look at my back. Empty.
Live for me.
"Hey, Jae! Come on!" Junsu waved at me, beckoning me to move faster. I shook my head as I catch up beside him.
I didn't notice I was humming a tone ,not until Junsu pouted at me and told me I stole that melody from him and then he added words into with, moments later I am singing along with him.
"barami bunda noeuri jigo unmyeongi uril molgeman haedo sigan heureugo jinagan jarigilda"
바람이 분다 the wind is blowing
노을이지고 a glowing of the sky
운명이 우릴 the fated 2 of us
멀게만 해도 even if it’s a distance away
시간 흐르고 the time passes
지나간 자리 길다 the spaces that passes by is long
***
It had been a month since I last heard the voices in my head. The weird voices that I started hearing after Christmas stayed for a week before it disappeared.
And I’m left all alone again, sipping coffee from a paper cup as I sat alone on the park, watching people happily pass by.
The voices somehow grew on me while it was still there, and I’ve memorized how sweet it sounded. The voice was like...caramel macchiato, bittersweet yet addictive. It was nice to feel like you’re not alone all the time. Still, no matter how nice it sounded, I started to freak out and think I was losing my mind!
Fortunately, or not so fortunately, it disappeared after a week.
The weather was still freezing, but I love cold. I would have asked Changmin to accompany me to laze around and sit on the park, swinging life away, but he would have refused. He’d rather sleep his life away, while I’d rather do it by watching time pass by, slowly slipping between my fingers and dissolve into thin air.
Then I spotted a familiar face.
He was rubbing his arms, and his pale skin was as white as the snow melting gently around us either. It was the guy I saw on the street on Christmas Eve. He was walking my direction, eyes on the pavement, and it seemed like he hadn’t slept all night from the messy hair and heavy eye bags.
Please look up, I said to myself.
And he did.
Our eyes met. He seemed to recognize me that he stopped on his track, right in front of me. I forced a smile although it felt like every nerve on my body froze under his cold gaze.
“Did...you say something?” he asked.
“No...” I replied, confused.
“Ah, sorry,” he smiled and walked away.
I swallowed, his voice...the voice I knew so well! I immediately stood up, wanting to call out to him, but then I didn’t know his name. When I decided to go after him, he already disappeared around the corner out of my sight.
I sighed and fell back to the bench I was sitting on. I sipped on my half cold coffee and mourn my loss of chance to finally talk to that guy.
Next time.
Yeah definitely next time, I smiled to myself. I would surely talk to him next time.
Promise?
Promise.
What?
I gasped, it was the voice on my head again. The voice was back! I rejoiced. I started chuckling to myself as I finished my coffee.
So maybe I’m crazy, but that’s okay. I like that voice.
I like his voice.
***
"She doesn't want to inform you about it Jaejoong oppa, but Sister Katherine is just admitted here at Seoul Medical Hospital."
"Is she okay Soonae? What happened?"
"She fainted we still don't know why, they just took some laboratory test. Please come here."
"I'm on my way. Stay with her."
It was a good thing I didn't take the train today and instead took a bus. I remembered there's a shortcut to the hospital and if I hopped out at the next stop I just needed to walk my way there.
I glanced at my wrist watch, it was 8:38 AM. If we were not busy the night before I'll be home by now, already lying on my bed and sleeping so soundly but an emergency occur. Two of our patients had an attack, Yoobin and Inhwan. Inhwan didn't make it.
I sighed and remember Junsu, he got attached on the kid so much. Inhwan was his baby, he said he felt like he lost a son and then he cried. Junsu plays favoritism, I didn't, well not really because I'm fond of Yoobin. And I'm happy she made it, she's strong girl.
Wind brushed past me, kissing my skin. I shivered and rub my hand on my arms, warming it. I always hate winter, I hate walking at this snowy road. It’s so cold.
Please look up...
It sounded like a plea, so I did. I met that same inviting eyes I saw months ago. Where did I met him again? Oh wasn’t it at the alleyway near Heechul's bar? He was with a guy, taller than him. I didn't know I'm walking towards him, he smiled at me, it was forced though.
“Did...you say something?” I asked him without thinking.
“No...” He look confused as he answered me.
“Ah, sorry,” I replied, giving him a small smile and then left without a word. I can't waste more time when there's someone waiting for me.
I half walk and half run to the hospital when a voice rang in my ears.
Wait. Stop, please.
My eyes widened, it's the same voice that accompanied me for a week since Christmas eve, its been a month since I last heard of it. Him.
I looked around expecting someone to approach me but there was none, all were with their companion and some were busy talking on their phones. No one seemed to be him. I grew frustrated, I wanted to see him.
My phone rang in my pocket. I sighed and run faster than before while promising myself that next time I see him, I'll talk to him right away.
Promise.
I gasped. He answered back! He's back! Its him. I smiled and held my beating heart above my chest, allowing it to beat in a steady rhythm.
Sister Katherine was fine, she just need a lot of rest. Fatigue and loss of appetite caused her body to weaken and that led to fainting. She loss some electrolytes so she was now currently hook with some fluids to replace that said loss. She convinced me to go home after an hour.
I missed you.
A smile crept on my lips, my hand touch my chest where my heart lies.
Stop it. You're making my heart so excited.
***
I stared at the little girl in front of me, stretching her arms demanding to be held. I bit my lower lips and Changmin patted my back. I rolled my eyes on him and gave up, bending over the bed and picked the little girl up into my arms. It was awkward as I’m not used to handling little kids, but she giggled happily and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Changmin was sitting on a too small chair with kids surrounding him. He had always been good with kids, and he seemed to really enjoy the story telling. The kids laughed and a girl tried to climb to his lap. Changmin smiled and picked her up and she told Changmin she wants to marry him when she grew up. Changmin laughed and told her she should get well soon so she will be able to do that.
I smiled as I watched Changmin interacted with other kids, sitting in the corner with the little girl I picked up earlier in my lap. She’s now sleeping soundly with her little fingers entwined with mine. Her bracelet spelled her name as Yoobin.
“She looks like you, are you sure she’s not your daughter?” Changmin joked in a low voice, trying not to wake Yoobin up.
“Shut up,” I stuck my tongue out at him. “She does look a little like me.”
Changmin laughed and walked away, tailed by a line of kids. I was a little glad he had convinced me to do this form of CSR* and raised a charity for kids with leukemia. I stared at Yoobin in my arms, her plump cheeks blushing a light shade of pink. How could fate be so cruel, letting kids that young suffer? Thinking of Yoobin’s future, I had to fight back my tears.
I hate deaths.
“Careful, don’t be too attached,” a nurse said as he walked my way with medicines. He kneeled in front of me and shook Yoobin awake lightly. Yoobin stirred in my arms and woke up slowly.
“I think I already am,” I smiled at him. He smiled back and fed Yoobin her medicines.
“You might get hurt,” he continued while smiling sadly.
I chuckled, “That’s better, at least I put my heart into function.”
“You’re right, at least we loved,” he chuckled as well before walking away. I caught a glimpse of his nametag, Junsu.
Yoobin, now that she’s awake, demanded me to play doll with her. Like I could ever say no to her? She was playing happily with a barbie when she looked behind me and smiled, stretching her arms like she did to me.
I turned around and see another nurse. Him.
His eyes widened in surprise as well, he seemed to recognize me well, and walked to our direction. He picked Yoobin up into his arms. “Hello,” he greeted politely.
“Hi,” I replied with a smile, my heart beat two times faster.
“Did she take her medicines already?”
“Yeah, Junsu gave it to her earlier.”
“Ah,” he smiled and turned to Yoobin. He set Yoobin back to the chair and sat next to me as Yoobin continued playing. I took a deep breath and reminded myself my promise. This time, I have to know his name. “I’m Kim Jaejoong,” he suddenly said just when I opened my mouth to say something.
“I-I’m Park Yoochun,” I stuttered in surprise. He smiled nicely and my heart skipped a beat.
“That’s very nice of you to do charity for these kids.”
“My colleague loves kids,” I answered. “It was his idea, and I have to admit it was a great one.”
“It is, these kids needed your help. Thank you.”
I blushed real hard at his smile. “It’s not me you should’ve thanked,” I said in a low voice. I turned my attention back to Yoobin and so did Jaejoong. Jaejoong, I tested the name on my tongue, feeling the strange familiarity like I’ve spelled it a thousand times before. Yoobin took my hand and handed my a plastic cup from a tea set. She handed Jaejoong one too and pretended to pour tea into them. She’s so adorable!
“She likes you,” Jaejoong chuckled.
“That’s good to hear, I like her too.”
Jaejoong’s smile turned wry, “Her friend just passed away recently.”
So that’s what Junsu was talking about. “I’m sorry,” I said, the words bitter in my throat.
“Yeah, we can’t really do anything, but I hope Yoobin will be healthy soon,” Jaejoong said as he sipped on his imaginary tea.
I patted Yoobin’s head lovingly, making her giggle. “She will, she’s a strong girl.”
“Strong girl!” she giggled and imitated me.
“Chunnie~” Changmin called from the door and I looked up. He was surprised to see me with someone else then got over it. “We gotta go now.”
“Why~~?” I whined and blushed immediately, forgetting Jaejoong was still there.
“Come on, we have a company to run,” Changmin tsked even though he was smiling a satisfied smile for making me like his idea.
“Geez, fine.” I got up and pecked Yoobin’s head. It was hard to tell her I have to go because she pouted and held my hand, not letting go. Jaejoong chuckled and took Yoobin to his arms, telling her that I will be back for her. Ten minutes later, Yoobin gave up and let my hand go. I kissed her one more time and walked to the door before Jaejoong called my name.
“You’ll be back next week, right?” he asked carefully.
“Every week,” I smiled.
“Good, Yoobin will misses you.”
“I’ll miss her too for sure,” I said and walked away, waving at them.
Changmin was waiting me with a huge smile, “That was cute.”
“Shut up.”
Changmin laughed and didn’t say anything as we walked to his car. I rubbed my cheeks as if it would remove the pink blush on it.
Park Yoochun.
Kim Jaejoong.
At least I know his name now.
Part 3
(*) CSR- Corporate Social Responsibility
(**) Excerpt from Fallen Leaves