[fic] Chapter 7 - Picture of you
Title: Picture of you
Length: 7/??
Author:JadeXScandal
Rating: PG15
Pairings: YooSu (main), JaeMin (partial)
Themes: Fluff, Romance, humor , Angst, Drama
Warning: Hinted Sex and a tiny winy bit of violence (Mrs Kim is a violent woman when she freaks out)
Disclaimer: If I had enough money and power, I'd own them T___T.
Summary: Memory loss could mean the end of their relationship.
A/N: Told in Junsu's POV.
Chapter 7
What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. ~ by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I begged myself to not think about the dream I had the night before, I caught myself in a very unatural position with my pillow, and when I opened my eyes, my eyes met the small black beads of the stuffed bear on the windowsill, staring at me without any emotion, it was that bear, the bear he gave me for Valentine's day...
Quickly I threw the pillow at the bear, covering it, I wasn't in the mood for anything that would remind me of that dream... I didn't want to remember, I didn't... I still didn't get why I was dreaming those things, the memories where coming back to me?
My eyes were puffy, probably from crying.. I touched the sensitive skin, painful it was.
"Why am I like this?"
I really wanted to know. Slowly I shuffled out of the room, heading to the bathroom to wash up my face, it was just a horrible sight and could scare the crap out of the others. It felt good when the cold waterdrops rolled down my cheeks, better than tears, the taste wasn't salty, just neutral water.. It was good. Then my eyes shifted to the little timer, 21:30.. Would Jaejoong and Changmin still be there?
Slowly I shuffled to the livingroom, I let my gaze examine the room, but it was empty, I didn't find shoes of them beside the door.. they left already, it made me feel both sad and selfish, they came to see me.. And I just walked of without even thanking them to come over in the first place. Sighing I looked around the kitchen, No Yoochun... He would be in the music room I supposed, but this time, I wouldn't leave him alone, No, this time I'd ask him, for the truth. The way to the music room was like a hike trip... that lasted what it seemed ages.
"It's feel like beautiful thing, Below the moon’s shadow ."
As I was coming closer to the door, the sound of the piano came more audible, the melody sounded sad, like a heartbreaking ballad that good-looking boys who sing in a boyband would perform for a huge crowd. My hand slided around the doorknob, turning it slowly.. There he was, his eyes were closed, like he was caught by the melody his fingers produced on the ivory keys of the grand piano, his lips moving on while he spoke the words. He looked broken.
"The wind whispers in my ear, where will it take me."
I kept standing in the doorframe, the melody wrapped around me like the cold winter breeze when you walk on a beach, it was hard to see him like that, sympathy...
"Making the night turn white, a spirit that walks on clouds."
But his singing, those high notes he could make his normally low voice reach, his piano skills that warmed up my body, it was incredible. I could feel I was crying, the song was so full of emotions, emotions I suddenly understood. Loneliness, pain, distrust. It was all so familiar.
"Till the dawn comes, till the night goes to sleep."
The melody slowly came to it's end, the finally notes echoed through the room for only seconds, his fingers slided from the keys, reached his temples. He didn't seem to noticed me, I left it like that, just staring at him rubbing his temples in circular motions. It was really, really hard to watch. But my heart told me, go to him. And people always tell you to listen to your heart, so did I. I walked quietly towards Yoochun, stood right behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, rested my chin on his head just like he did when I was baking omelets the other day. "Are you okay?"
"How long have you been here?" He whispered.
"Long enough to hear your song, it was the song you played before right.. that one when I came here?"
His head moved up and down. "Yeah it was.."
"It's really beautiful Yoochun."
"Junsu?"
"Hmmm?"
"I need to talk to you, I need to explain a lot of things to you.." He said softly, I suddenly felt nervous, he was going to tell me... even without me demanding him to tell the truth to me...
".. O-okay."
He slowly got of from the piano stool, his arms wrapped around me this time but that wasn't just it, he tugged me closer, his lips crashed on mine and I could feel his tongue sliding it's way through my lips, invading the inside of my mouth. I hoped this would be a dream again, because for some reasons I didn't pull back, nor pushed him away.
It felt amazingly good, the way he held me close, the way he kissed me.. When he broke the kiss, I chuckled nervously. "I-is that what y-you call t-t-talking?"
His brown orbs locked with mine, he didn't speak, but his gaze said enough. Again our lips met, more passionate than before. "Su, I love you." Those 3 words, shocked me... Although I expected them to come.. it was just so weird to hear him say it in reality, not in my dreamworld.
"Y-yoochun..., Tell me the truth.." I said slowly... still a bit stunned. "Were w-we... more then j-just friends?"
He suddenly hugged me, whispered one word near my ear, one word that confirmed it. "Yes."
---
The two smiled, walked hand in hand together, heading to what would be one of their most horrible memories all time. At least they were smiling and happy before...
Junsu assured Yoochun he could come to his home, to meet his family this time, with a smile he had whispered the other day. "Make sure you wear something nice." Ofcourse Yoochun had laughed about the joke, but what happened later was nothing to laugh about.
"Su, what should I say to your mom when I come in, I want to make a good first impression." Yoochun said, trying to hide his nervousity.
Junsu chuckled, squeezing Yoochun's hand lightly. "Just act like you always do Chunnie, I'm sure she'll adore you!" He slightly pecked the other's cheek. "Just as much as I do."
"I hope you're right."
They walked, the night was slowly falling, stars shone brightly into the night sky, Junsu closed his eyes, his body close to his lover, he knew he didn't have to be afraid to fall, or loose the way, he knew Yoochun would always lead him, finally they reached his house, both felt slightly nervous.. When Junsu was about to grab the doorknob Yoochun pulled him closer for a kiss.
"Whatever happens when we go inside, whatever the reaction will be, let's promise we won't take it seriously, I love you Su, and it will never change."
Junsu's eyes glittered with tears of happiness. "I-i promise Chunnie." They kissed, then he opened the door and shouted a greeting through the house, but there was no respond. "Hmm... Strange, I thought mom would be home, well we should wait for them." Junsu took Yoochun's hand and they walked together to the livingroom. They sat together on the couch, Yoochun pulled the younger on his lap and kissed him passionately, but things got a bit out of hand, before they both even realised it they were all over eachother, both fulfilling their own parts in their serious relationship, untill they heard a high-pitched woman scream, Junsu's mother dropped the groceries on the ground, her hands trembled and reached her mouth to prevent herself from screaming out loud.
It all went to fast, Junsu jumped up fixing his clothes, same for Yoochun, he tried to comfort his mother but without succes, it made her freak out even more, since she at first hoped it was rape, but when Junsu told appologized to her she had to see that she got on her knees, cried her heart out, saying things like, "Why...WHY?!" and "My baby, my precious innocent baby!" Yoochun suddenly felt uncomfortable, he watched the countless attemptions of Junsu to compose his mother, but his mother just became more insane.
When she raised her head, saw the guy who "raped" her son in front of her eyes, she started to throw her groceries at Yoochun, screaming . "GET OUT, GET OUT YOU FILTHY RAPIST!"
"Mrs Kim, you, you don't unde-"
"I SAID GET OUT NOW!"
"Junsu!"
"CHUNNIE!"
"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, NOW!"
...
She caught them by accident, this wasn't planned to happen, not at all...
Some drops of blood fell on his jeans, he touched the cut on his forehead lightly, it burned when the fingertips touched the bloody red wound... Mrs Kim had hitted him quite heard with her groceries. A stabbing pain caught him of guard and before he knew he was lying on his back on the pavement, gazing at the endless dark sky above him with half open eyes.
"J-junsu.."
The second meeting with Mrs Kim was when he picked Junsu up, to move to their new home, were they could live together happily. She stood there, leaning against the doorframe while she gazed at the back of her son when he approached him, kissing him lightly on his lips. When the eyes of Mrs Kim met Yoochun's it felt like a spark was exchanged, like a warning, a sign. When Junsu noticed what they were doing he quickly turned the man around, pushing him towards the door of the car. "Start the engine, I'll be back soon."
A quick nod and Junsu walked to his mother, about to say his goodbye, but before he reached the woman he stopped. He suddenly felt like turning around right now and drive away with Yoochun immidiately. He did, leaving his mother without a goodbye.
He had had it.
End.
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It took me a while *______* But here it is~ Finally Yoochun told a part of the truth to Junsu, and you also could read why Mrs Kim hates Yoochun, but that's not all of it. So you guys have to wait for Ch 8 ^^.
Length: 7/??
Author:JadeXScandal
Rating: PG15
Pairings: YooSu (main), JaeMin (partial)
Themes: Fluff, Romance, humor , Angst, Drama
Warning: Hinted Sex and a tiny winy bit of violence (Mrs Kim is a violent woman when she freaks out)
Disclaimer: If I had enough money and power, I'd own them T___T.
Summary: Memory loss could mean the end of their relationship.
A/N: Told in Junsu's POV.
Chapter 7
What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. ~ by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I begged myself to not think about the dream I had the night before, I caught myself in a very unatural position with my pillow, and when I opened my eyes, my eyes met the small black beads of the stuffed bear on the windowsill, staring at me without any emotion, it was that bear, the bear he gave me for Valentine's day...
Quickly I threw the pillow at the bear, covering it, I wasn't in the mood for anything that would remind me of that dream... I didn't want to remember, I didn't... I still didn't get why I was dreaming those things, the memories where coming back to me?
My eyes were puffy, probably from crying.. I touched the sensitive skin, painful it was.
"Why am I like this?"
I really wanted to know. Slowly I shuffled out of the room, heading to the bathroom to wash up my face, it was just a horrible sight and could scare the crap out of the others. It felt good when the cold waterdrops rolled down my cheeks, better than tears, the taste wasn't salty, just neutral water.. It was good. Then my eyes shifted to the little timer, 21:30.. Would Jaejoong and Changmin still be there?
Slowly I shuffled to the livingroom, I let my gaze examine the room, but it was empty, I didn't find shoes of them beside the door.. they left already, it made me feel both sad and selfish, they came to see me.. And I just walked of without even thanking them to come over in the first place. Sighing I looked around the kitchen, No Yoochun... He would be in the music room I supposed, but this time, I wouldn't leave him alone, No, this time I'd ask him, for the truth. The way to the music room was like a hike trip... that lasted what it seemed ages.
"It's feel like beautiful thing, Below the moon’s shadow ."
As I was coming closer to the door, the sound of the piano came more audible, the melody sounded sad, like a heartbreaking ballad that good-looking boys who sing in a boyband would perform for a huge crowd. My hand slided around the doorknob, turning it slowly.. There he was, his eyes were closed, like he was caught by the melody his fingers produced on the ivory keys of the grand piano, his lips moving on while he spoke the words. He looked broken.
"The wind whispers in my ear, where will it take me."
I kept standing in the doorframe, the melody wrapped around me like the cold winter breeze when you walk on a beach, it was hard to see him like that, sympathy...
"Making the night turn white, a spirit that walks on clouds."
But his singing, those high notes he could make his normally low voice reach, his piano skills that warmed up my body, it was incredible. I could feel I was crying, the song was so full of emotions, emotions I suddenly understood. Loneliness, pain, distrust. It was all so familiar.
"Till the dawn comes, till the night goes to sleep."
The melody slowly came to it's end, the finally notes echoed through the room for only seconds, his fingers slided from the keys, reached his temples. He didn't seem to noticed me, I left it like that, just staring at him rubbing his temples in circular motions. It was really, really hard to watch. But my heart told me, go to him. And people always tell you to listen to your heart, so did I. I walked quietly towards Yoochun, stood right behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, rested my chin on his head just like he did when I was baking omelets the other day. "Are you okay?"
"How long have you been here?" He whispered.
"Long enough to hear your song, it was the song you played before right.. that one when I came here?"
His head moved up and down. "Yeah it was.."
"It's really beautiful Yoochun."
"Junsu?"
"Hmmm?"
"I need to talk to you, I need to explain a lot of things to you.." He said softly, I suddenly felt nervous, he was going to tell me... even without me demanding him to tell the truth to me...
".. O-okay."
He slowly got of from the piano stool, his arms wrapped around me this time but that wasn't just it, he tugged me closer, his lips crashed on mine and I could feel his tongue sliding it's way through my lips, invading the inside of my mouth. I hoped this would be a dream again, because for some reasons I didn't pull back, nor pushed him away.
It felt amazingly good, the way he held me close, the way he kissed me.. When he broke the kiss, I chuckled nervously. "I-is that what y-you call t-t-talking?"
His brown orbs locked with mine, he didn't speak, but his gaze said enough. Again our lips met, more passionate than before. "Su, I love you." Those 3 words, shocked me... Although I expected them to come.. it was just so weird to hear him say it in reality, not in my dreamworld.
"Y-yoochun..., Tell me the truth.." I said slowly... still a bit stunned. "Were w-we... more then j-just friends?"
He suddenly hugged me, whispered one word near my ear, one word that confirmed it. "Yes."
---
The two smiled, walked hand in hand together, heading to what would be one of their most horrible memories all time. At least they were smiling and happy before...
Junsu assured Yoochun he could come to his home, to meet his family this time, with a smile he had whispered the other day. "Make sure you wear something nice." Ofcourse Yoochun had laughed about the joke, but what happened later was nothing to laugh about.
"Su, what should I say to your mom when I come in, I want to make a good first impression." Yoochun said, trying to hide his nervousity.
Junsu chuckled, squeezing Yoochun's hand lightly. "Just act like you always do Chunnie, I'm sure she'll adore you!" He slightly pecked the other's cheek. "Just as much as I do."
"I hope you're right."
They walked, the night was slowly falling, stars shone brightly into the night sky, Junsu closed his eyes, his body close to his lover, he knew he didn't have to be afraid to fall, or loose the way, he knew Yoochun would always lead him, finally they reached his house, both felt slightly nervous.. When Junsu was about to grab the doorknob Yoochun pulled him closer for a kiss.
"Whatever happens when we go inside, whatever the reaction will be, let's promise we won't take it seriously, I love you Su, and it will never change."
Junsu's eyes glittered with tears of happiness. "I-i promise Chunnie." They kissed, then he opened the door and shouted a greeting through the house, but there was no respond. "Hmm... Strange, I thought mom would be home, well we should wait for them." Junsu took Yoochun's hand and they walked together to the livingroom. They sat together on the couch, Yoochun pulled the younger on his lap and kissed him passionately, but things got a bit out of hand, before they both even realised it they were all over eachother, both fulfilling their own parts in their serious relationship, untill they heard a high-pitched woman scream, Junsu's mother dropped the groceries on the ground, her hands trembled and reached her mouth to prevent herself from screaming out loud.
It all went to fast, Junsu jumped up fixing his clothes, same for Yoochun, he tried to comfort his mother but without succes, it made her freak out even more, since she at first hoped it was rape, but when Junsu told appologized to her she had to see that she got on her knees, cried her heart out, saying things like, "Why...WHY?!" and "My baby, my precious innocent baby!" Yoochun suddenly felt uncomfortable, he watched the countless attemptions of Junsu to compose his mother, but his mother just became more insane.
When she raised her head, saw the guy who "raped" her son in front of her eyes, she started to throw her groceries at Yoochun, screaming . "GET OUT, GET OUT YOU FILTHY RAPIST!"
"Mrs Kim, you, you don't unde-"
"I SAID GET OUT NOW!"
"Junsu!"
"CHUNNIE!"
"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, NOW!"
...
She caught them by accident, this wasn't planned to happen, not at all...
Some drops of blood fell on his jeans, he touched the cut on his forehead lightly, it burned when the fingertips touched the bloody red wound... Mrs Kim had hitted him quite heard with her groceries. A stabbing pain caught him of guard and before he knew he was lying on his back on the pavement, gazing at the endless dark sky above him with half open eyes.
"J-junsu.."
The second meeting with Mrs Kim was when he picked Junsu up, to move to their new home, were they could live together happily. She stood there, leaning against the doorframe while she gazed at the back of her son when he approached him, kissing him lightly on his lips. When the eyes of Mrs Kim met Yoochun's it felt like a spark was exchanged, like a warning, a sign. When Junsu noticed what they were doing he quickly turned the man around, pushing him towards the door of the car. "Start the engine, I'll be back soon."
A quick nod and Junsu walked to his mother, about to say his goodbye, but before he reached the woman he stopped. He suddenly felt like turning around right now and drive away with Yoochun immidiately. He did, leaving his mother without a goodbye.
He had had it.
End.
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It took me a while *______* But here it is~ Finally Yoochun told a part of the truth to Junsu, and you also could read why Mrs Kim hates Yoochun, but that's not all of it. So you guys have to wait for Ch 8 ^^.