Dear Diary~ [Page 23 - Yunho]

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[Page 23 - Yunho] Wow, usually the dong bang boys' memories are so much better than this. xDD Poor Yunnie~

Dear Diary,

I…can’t believe it.

My roommates locked me in the laundry room closet. Is that right, Diary? Where is the loyalty? This has got to be illegal under the laws of friendship. Even Changmin, Diary. Even Changmin… I mean, I know the whole TV thing is my fault and I’ve been slow about getting it fixed, but…

Is it really all my fault everyone else in the apartment got locked in here? Those four should just pay more attention. I’m the one that got most of them out, didn’t I? Where is the compensation? Where is the justice?

…How long do I have to stay in here?

…Guys…?

What the…?

The light in here is flickering. Oh, that’s right. I was supposed to fix that. Hey! I have a lot of stuff to do around here. Why does everyone depend on me so much, anyway? I blame the landlord. And whoever built this place. It’s not my fault. Really.

Since you are the only thing the others threw at me when they locked me in this closet, I guess I’m supposed to entertain myself by writing. Okay…

Let’s start with the first time I met everyone.

I first met Changmin in the library. I was only there to pick up a book for my little sister, but I saw Changmin sitting alone at a table buried up to his neck in a mountain of books sprawled around him. After I checked out the book and was on my way out, I saw him again, only he had passed out on a textbook.

Of course I was concerned so I went over to see if he was alive.

He was dead.

The boy wreaked of stale Red Bull, Starbucks muffins and nerd.

I poked him a bit, looking for any signs of life. And then, after a few minutes of prodding, I finally received a response from his drowsy little lips:

“3.14159265…”

The poor kid had issues.

I tried to get him to communicate with me so I could get him help. It was so long ago, I don’t remember exactly all the questions I asked him, but his responses are still vivid in my mind:

“College…entrance exams…”

I must have asked him what he was studying for.

“Must get in…to Tokyo U…”

“…I mean…Korea…U…Seoul…”

“Four days…”

I think I asked him how long he had been studying in the library.

“Chopsticks…”

…I don’t think I asked him anything about chopsticks.

“Eat…”

“College…girls…”

“Pixie sticks…”

“Changmin. Changmin…The Choikang…Changmin…”

How I understood that that was the kid’s name from all that babbling, I still don’t know. And I still couldn’t understand what any of those other responses had anything to do with my questions.

“Ahhhh…”

“Mom’s cooking is good…”

“I miss Mom…”

“I got tall in eighth grade…”

“…Fishy…”

I know I definitely asked him where he lived so I could take him home. I only realized that this whole time, Changmin was sleep talking when he responded:

“The porn…is under my bed…”

How did it take me so long to figure that out? Diary, am I slow?

Well, I couldn’t really carry him anywhere since his sleep deprived mind wouldn’t tell me where he lived, so I just sat with him there and chatted with him in his sleep until the library closed. That poor old librarian had to help me carry Changmin out to the steps. Diary, even then he was incredibly tall. Was he taller than me?

After a few minutes of sleeping on the concrete steps outside the library, he finally came to. And he freaked out.

At first he couldn’t figure out how he had gotten outside and thought I was some kind of GUY RAPIST. (What a bad impression. I scared him that much?) He threatened me with the mace inside his book bag. But the bag was still inside the library, apparently. How was I supposed to know he even had a bag with him when I was lugging his limp body with the help of a poor old librarian? Up until that point, I was still debating whether to take this talking corpse to a nearby morgue.

So, he basically just spazzed at me for about ten minutes and during the whole experience…we kinda bonded.

Well, I had a bit of a leg up on him, because he told me quite a bit about himself while he was unconscious in the library, so I already knew more about him. But you know, things happen.

Somehow, I found out we had the same taste in movies, music and girls. Well, that was before Jaejoong.

By late that night, his spazzing had turned into enthusiastic shouting and my defensiveness changed to animated conversation. It was a good day.

From then on, I kept Changmin in check on his obsessive studying. The guy is smart. I don’t understand why he felt like he had to study so much.

Actually, I do understand. He told me later that he really, really wanted to go to college for the meetings. You know, the ones where you basically go on a group date along with other guys and meet up with a bunch of hot girls?

Ah, anyway. Another day, another friend.

Where did I meet Yoochun? Oh, that’s right. It was in the music store down the street from my favorite gym.

I was looking for some new drumsticks when I heard…what’s the word? Fundamentally it was…chaos.

I wandered over to the cash register and found Yoochun in a heated argument with the music store guy. Heated argument? More like WAR.

Later I found out that they were fighting because the keyboard Yoochun had put on layaway had been sold to someone else. But the part of the conversation I walked in on at the time had nothing to do with pianos.

Yoochun was loudly commenting on the guy’s foul taste in shoes and the music store guy was sneering something about Yoochun’s mother.

Okay, I’ve never sunk that low with anyone, but even I know not to badmouth Yoochun’s mom. Well, I didn’t know at the time, but whatever. Just not good.

I’m glad I was closest to Yoochun because I was the only thing between him the music store guy’s throat. Yoochun was pretty scrawny back then, but fury does amazing things to a person.

It was so hard to keep Yoochun from attacking, that we ended up rolling around on the floor and somehow the whole ordeal had turned into an all out brawl against me. The music store guy was just hiding behind the counter. Punk.

The whole time I was shouting at Yoochun to calm down and talk things out rationally, but I guess I didn’t have much credibility with one hand wrapped around his jugulars, and my legs straddling his waist and pinning him to the floor.

So, of course the music store guy had eventually found enough balls to call security. I wasn’t even supposed to a part of this. I just wanted some drumsticks.

I remember grabbing Yoochun and bolting through the exit and into some park a few blocks away. For a while, we didn’t say anything. Just panted and glared at each other. I know I said something to him then. What was it?

Oh, yeah. He was the one that said something first. He told me I’m stronger than I look. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with that complement, so I told him he had the temper of a child. He said something about how he’s basically an American and that’s just the fiery blaze of the U.S. of A burning inside of him.

Great.

I demanded to know why he had to start such pandemonium over a stupid piano. That’s when he told me what model it was. It was a premium Yamaha and those kinds of professional equipment just don’t come around every lifetime.

I admit, we started gushing like fangirls about how amazing the keyboard was. And that music store guy had sold it to someone else? If I had the chance, I would have walked back into the music store and helped Yoochun shove some drumsticks down his throat.

But that was where we met Junsu. Well, Yoochun’s face met Junsu’s soccer ball.

So Yoochun was almost sent on another wild, angry frenzy until the owner of the ball materialized in front of us, simply pouring and frothing in apologies. If it was my face that had just become really acquainted with a black and white ball going mach speed, I would forgiven the boy, too.

Only, Yoochun didn’t completely let on that he had forgiven Junsu. I was quick enough to catch a millisecond long wink from the former before he puffed out his chest and glared down at Junsu like an angry quarterback on steroids searching for his lost football.

I swear Junsu was about to start crying and Yoochun hadn’t even actually said anything yet. When he did, all he said was,

“What’s your name?”

I remember this part vividly because it was so funny (from my point of view, anyway) I had to bite my tongue hard to keep from rolling on the ground laughing. Junsu sobbed pathetically,

“J-J-J-J-J………JUNSU!” The pitch of his voice went up so high on pronouncing his whole name, I swear I heard dolphin mating calls echoing in my brain.

For a looong time, Yoochun just stared down at him in satanic-like rage while Junsu crumbled to pieces and began sobbing openly and kissing Yoochun’s feet. Okay, he didn’t do that, but he did look really sad and kinda scared.

That was when Yoochun pointed in some direction behind Junsu and growled in this alarmingly low voice,

“Well, Junsu. What’s that?”

Junsu gained a little whiplash from turning around so fast, but looked to see whatever it was his bully was referring to. Ah. The kid was so innocent even back then.

With Junsu’s back turned, Yoochun’s face broke out into the widest grin I’d ever seen, grabbed the soccer ball still on the ground, and sent it sailing towards Junsu’s hind quarters.

He let out another dolphin squeal and went running after Yoochun screaming things I don’t remember and could probably never translate.

So, that was that.

And then there was Jaejoong.

It was simple, really. I met him in an elevator somewhere, the exact location, I don’t remember. On the way up, I kind of noticed that we were both checking ourselves out in the reflection of the elevator walls. Jaejoong seemed to notice it as well. So, we already had one thing in common. Vanity.

We hit it off right away. Jaejoong pointed out that there was a bit of lint on my sleeve and I let him know that he had a micro-sized cowlick on the right of his head. I don’t even remember what else we talked about, but we stayed in that elevator for a long time. It was kind of funny, honestly.

How all five of us ended up sharing this one apartment is just weird. I blame fate.

Somehow we all just kept meeting up in places around the city. It was like we were subconsciously stalking each other. I would spot Junsu coming out of the supermarket while on my way to meet Jaejoong at his place and halfway through our conversation, he would mention that he saw Yoochun walking with Changmin to the mall earlier.

I think the first time we all met up together was at Yoochun’s piano recital. It was his first recital and he still says he felt empty the entire time because he never got to practice on a premium Yamaha with top of the line professional awesomeness built between the keys. We are both still banned from that music store, by the way.

I still blame fate, because that is what gave me such amazing dancing skills, which allowed me to have an instructor like Jung Jihoon (No relation), which blessed me with the knowledge that he owned an apartment building that still had a couple of openings, which led me to the proposition I posed to the others that we all move in together.

Only Junsu was a bit reluctant about it because he’s always been close to his brother. But Junho had already agreed to do a study abroad program right after I popped the question, so Junsu had virtually no attachments keeping him away from rooming with us. And all Changmin had to do was move out of his college dorm and we were set.

So, it’s my fault I suffer so much presently.

Diary, I do sincerely love my roommates, but…

They’re crazy.

Seriously, when are they going to let me out of this closet? It couldn’t have been that bad when they all got locked in here at one point. I mean, I think it’s rather cozy. All dimly-lit with the smell of detergent. What’s wrong with-

Crap, Diary, there’s a rat in here!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT! OHMYGOSHAFREAKINGRAT!!!!!!!

~Jihoon hyung is a HORRIBLE landlord

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