Pulsatilla | Chapter 14/?
Pulsatilla
Chapter 14: Gâteau au fromage
Definition: The Pulsatilla is a deciduous perennial flower native to Europe and Asia that grows in the leftover nutrients of a dead plant. It is usually grown to replace another plant. It is capable of curing diseases and may be used in remedies.
G â t e a u a u f r o m a g e
*
Although his eyes were persistently shut, he knew deep down within him that he could sleep no longer. The relieving darkness which inundated him whenever he closed his eyes was penetrated by a potent light, painting the insides of his eyelids an irritating shade of dark pink. A wave of fatigue swept over him as he tried to summon the muscles around his eye to cooperate. He wanted to open them in hopes of at least apprehending where he was at the moment. But when he finally found the strength to breach his eyelids, his pupils came face to face with a even heavier blinding white light, hovering over the mattress in which he lay. He blinked at least three times, wishing that he had not opened his eyes after all but instead, let his eyes fall before him to protect him from what seemed like the sun standing two inches away from him.
Where am I? He asked himself.
The first thing he detected was the awful yet obscure smell of what appeared to be a multifarious amount of chemicals, stationed beside the strictly-white bed in which he lay, motionless. The next detail he noticed, he noticed with his eyes. There were around fifteen to twenty people around him, all observing him with their probing eyes as they cunningly hid their faces behind what appeared to be ‘medical’ masks (he thought otherwise, considering there was a part of him that supposed that the doctors were doing something terrible, and therefore had to hide their faces behind the masks so they would not carry the shame). He found it difficult to breathe or to move, having a blinding light hovered right above him and a group of people surrounding him, preventing any fresh air from reaching his lungs.
As his eyes fully opened, he began to ransack through his surroundings more and more meticulously. This time, instead of looking at his surroundings hopelessly, he brought his eyes down to his body and rapidly realized that it had no clothing whatsoever draped upon it. Instead of having his body enclosed with different sorts of fabrics, thousands of wires and patches met at his tender skin, all seeming to connect to various machines scattered about the room. Out of the fifteen to twenty doctors who had been monitoring him, a few went to operate the machines he was connected to, jotting down a large amount of information onto a notepad in which he didn’t know a single thing about-scratch that, it should be: he didn’t want to know a single thing about. He felt a strange sensation submerge his body, making him feel weak and brittle, unlike the usual times, when he could find a ridiculous amount of energy to fuel his actions. He could sense a sharp pain in the middle of his back, making him shift nervously around the bed and thus, making the masked strangers around him break out in conversation.
“Doctor Hyun, he has awoken.”
“I see.”
“Now that he’s gained consciousness, what shall we do?”
“Keep on doing what you’re doing now. We can’t waste any time when we still have so much more experimenting to do.”
“But sir, what if he wants us to stop?”
“He hasn’t said anything yet, has he? We’ll have to wait for him to complain so we have a clear indication. We can’t harm this experiment in any way, so when he feels uncomfortable, the whole team has to drop what they’re doing in a matter of seconds.”
The masked men’s dialogue was a bit too puzzling for him to understand, but he could point out a few important factors within their conversation which made his whereabouts more evident to him. The word he chose to focus on was the term, experiment. Although within the short time span he had spent on this planet he had not learnt an exceeding amount of useful vocabulary, he could hear the meaning of the word ring deafeningly within his head.
Slowly, he could make out a faint memory.
He had been running in the rain-he couldn’t exactly discern what he was running from at the moment, but he guaranteed that he had tears on his face-when a man stopped him and told him to come along with him into the large van, which had a cryptic, if not, hostile vibe to it. As he situated himself into the van and started travelling, he realized that he was penetrating deep into the city of Seoul, taking nearly an hour until he exited and arrived at his destination. Upon arriving at the facility, he felt himself following closely behind an elderly man who led him into an elevator which took quite a while to reopen to the designated floor. As he departed the elevator, he was led deeper and deeper into a dark hallway, and ultimately, into a large but bleak room where he was asked to undress and then drugged with an unknown liquid that made his eyelids drop before him as if they weighed nearly a ton.
That was a part of the story, but where was the other part? The other, more profound, sentimental-the other more important part?
“Yunho.” The two syllables escaped his lips randomly-a warning sign informing him that he was not done drawing out his memories just yet.
One of the younger masked man lifted an eyebrow in curiosity. “What did he say?”
The head doctor was deep in thought. “He said ‘Yunho.’” He clarified. “Which I believe is referring to Jung Yunho, his creator.”
As the doctor's words rang loud and clear within the dismal, desolate room, Jaejoong’s mind was immediately struck with a sharp sting-something that closely resembled a headache. Slowly, as the doctors talked amongst themselves about proteins and chromosomes and things he just didn’t bother to understand at all, the memory of Jung Yunho returned to him swiftly, bringing the emotions he had learned during his time alive back to him.
Jung Yunho was his lover, his source power, his everything.
Capriciously, tears began to emerge on his porcelain skin as soon as the memory rapidly returned to him. He didn’t know what to feel about Yunho, whether it be joy, anger, or even hatred. Being unable to decide certainly was a factor which commenced the tear-flow, nearly telling him that it might’ve been better if he decided to forget about the man altogether.
He remembered everything-from the day Yunho abandoned him at the nightclub to the day the two of them finally got over their insecurities and made love to each other in the dark, cramped office. The most painful memory of them all however, had taken place in the living room, where they yelled at each other for what seemed like hours while the thunder rolled as the rain fell nonstop outdoors. Although it was something he’d rather not remember and instead, wanted to dispose of, the memory was perhaps the most vivid amongst the others and stood out clearly amidst the confusion flying rampant in his mind.
Besides, within that memory, Yunho had refused to accept him as a genuine human. He had informed him that even after all he had done to make Yunho the happiest man on earth, he still hadn’t done nearly enough. Even if the whole argument was a ridiculous matter and erupted solely out of a spontaneous blind date in which Yunho really had no intention of attending to, Jaejoong felt that it had opened his eyes immensely. One insult led to another, and before he knew it, he was revealing everything that was on his mind and all the uncertainties that plagued him for the previous months but remained persistently dormant within him. Despite the harm Yunho inflicted on him with his ill-mannered insults, Jaejoong felt that he had brought the whole argument to their lives himself-he was the one who initiated it, after all. He had said horrible things to Yunho in that room which could’ve easily broken his heart, such as reminding him that Seulki was gone forever and that there was no way in hell to relive the moments they spent together now matter what heights he went to trying. Jaejoong knew the two of them had gone practically insane that night, digging up unnecessary remarks from deep down within themselves just so they could let out their anger for a few mere minutes.
He could remember Yunho’s livid facial expression as the words escaped his lips. And without thinking, he began to ponder over whether Yunho said the words out of pure frustration, or, if he had really meant them. He knew Yunho was not a person who could easily change his mind, much less his goals in life. If he sincerely meant the words he spoke, then Jaejoong could certainly declare his maker-his creator-a hypocrite. But no, Yunho had seemed so gentle, so caring, so nonchalant of what Jaejoong was (at least, after the nightclub incident). After getting to know him for who he was, Yunho treated him very much like a real wife; or in this case, a real human being.
In spite of the argument that kept replaying in his mind, Jaejoong wanted nothing but to be beside Yunho-to at least catch a glimpse of him after countless hours asleep. Looking around at the doctors, all touched slightly by the blinding light and the haunting darkness, he understood that there was not a single thing in the room that could offer him the least bit of comfort from the fear that struck him. He didn’t have a hand to hold onto, a face smiling graciously back at him, or a gentle voice telling him everything was going to be okay. There was no Yunho in the room, and he felt exceedingly lost, almost as if a part of him had refused to live on and instead, chose to die lethargically.
“Where is he?” His voice trembled fervently as the sentence was constructed. “Where is my Yunho?”
The head doctor who appeared to be giving out instructions was the only one in the room who was brave enough to give him an answer. “I’m sorry Jaejoong, but I’m afraid I can’t let you see him at the moment.”
The answer was not nearly enough to make Jaejoong feel at ease. “Answer my god-damn question!” He demanded in a masculine tone. “I want to know where he is!”
“I assure you that he’s somewhere in this facility.” The doctor clarified. “He knows where you are Jaejoong, there’s no need for you to know where he is when you’re the valuable one to us.”
The doctor’s words frightened him deeply, making him realize that the reason why he was here was certainly not something to take lightly. Then, at the height of uncertainty, he examined his body once more and stared in awe at the wires connecting to his naked body. After all of the emotions he had once learnt, he knew that the emotion he had just begun to feel now-fear-was one that belonged to a completely different category on its own. Although the emotion anger had touched the concept of fear only slightly, Jaejoong could feel his body react to fear as strangely as it once reacted to anger. He wanted to escape-to rid himself of the fearsome wires. Most of all, he wanted to numb all of his senses, making sure he could feel nothing at all.
“What are you doing to me?” Though he had all the intent to move around obnoxiously in hopes of riding himself of the wires, he was weakened by the fear that the doctors would harm him in order to contain him. So instead, he fell still, asking the questions using a brittle, fretful voice which was barely audible.
The doctor’s full face was hidden behind the mask, but Jaejoong could perceive a unique generosity in his eyes as he spoke to him benevolently. “We’re running tests on you.” He revealed, telling the truth. “Don’t worry about it, Jaejoong, we won’t come close to hurting you.”
Jaejoong was doubtful whether to trust the doctor or not. Surely his body felt weaker and more fatigued than usual, but he didn’t feel a significant amount of pain amongst his body that signalled something was wrong. Instead of being feeble and letting fear stomp all over him, he chose to look on the bright side, trying to dispose of every single pessimistic thought within him.
The few hours of experimenting cruised by faster than expected. He attempted to close his eyes in order to sleep through the entire process instead of staying awake and feeling as if he was being violated. He was awoken by the same elderly head doctor who informed him that he would be staying the entire week in the room by himself as the doctors and scientists in the room attempted to gather more information on him in the small time span. He was dismayed to hear that he would not be allowed to leave room in fear that his body would be too weak and unstable.
He didn’t even know if he wanted to be there or not, for that matter. He knew that there was a major part of him that wanted to be back in Yunho’s arms, but unfortunately, that part was relatively placid once the memoires of Yunho’s bombastic words came back into account. Nonetheless, he knew he couldn’t stay in the hospital room forever, either. For one, he felt himself being treated nearly like an alien, not like a patient. He was being experimented on and tested on even if there was not a single thing wrong with him. Staying in the dark, soulless room without any love or warmth to nurture him, he knew he could turn insane or worse-disappear.
His emotions would disappear for sure, he was certain of that. The bleak emotions of loneliness, anger, and fear would soon kill off every other emotion without hesitation, never allowing him to feel the happiness he once treasured ever again. Once the good-natured emotions were killed off, he knew anger and fear would be killed by loneliness, and then loneliness, being left by itself to conquer his entire body, would self-destruct instantly, leaving nothing of him other than the hollow body he had started out with. Being in this dark room, not allowed to see Yunho and deprived of his amiable touch, Jaejoong knew without a doubt that he would be mercilessly destroyed and asked to relinquish all of his memories.
As the experiment went on, Jaejoong could feel that the doctors’ glares became even darker than before-almost as if they despised him, or worse, thought of him as an animal. Seeing their unwelcoming looks of uncertainty and disgust, Jaejoong knew that it must’ve been better to just let himself fall asleep, ignoring the entire world in hopes that he would not be able to feel whatever was plaguing his body at the moment. He knew that if life contained such pain, suffering, and loneliness, he would rather abandon it altogether and leave once and for all, anticipating the fact that he would not be allowed to deal with the human world ever again.
But out of all the traces of happiness he had experienced with Yunho, would he be able to leave the man behind? Yunho was his reason for living-the purpose why he was able to force oxygen into his lungs in order to sustain his every heartbeat. If he left this world, he knew without a doubt that he would also be leaving Yunho behind. Although he wanted to hate the man terribly with all his heart at the moment, he knew he had no choice but to love him insanely. Knowing that even though the two of them weren’t meant to be, he would still be able to express his love in every way possible. Yunho was the gardener who had planted him in the soil, nurtured him with sunshine and water. It was his fate to bloom into an awe-inspiring flower that was capable of pleasing Yunho with every glimpse he took at it.
Jaejoong didn’t care if Yunho pulled him from his stem to decorate a bouquet; he didn’t care if Yunho was too jaded to water him or to pull the weeds growing rampantly about him. He just needed Yunho to look at him-to realize that yes, the flower was one which he loved and cherished.
He felt a small tear spontaneously escape his eyes as he summoned the courage to speak to the doctor. “That drug you gave me…” He trailed off. “How long does that make me fall asleep?”
The doctor was staggered that Jaejoong was even asking such an abstruse question. “At least fifteen hours.” He answered frankly. “Why are you so curious?”
“Give it to me again.” Jaejoong demanded without further hesitation. “I can’t bear staying awake any longer.”
Yunho was awoken the next morning by a gentle tap on his right shoulder. He had spent the entire night sitting on a stool beside the bed where Jaejoong lay-all of the doctors and scientists were reluctant to stay the night at the lab to accompany Jaejoong when they would rather return to their wives and families at home that had not seen them for an entire day. Due to the circumstances, Yunho decided to take the task upon himself in hopes that he would make Jaejoong feel better-or at least, make himself feel better. He wanted to prove he wasn’t the pitiless monster that had chased Jaejoong away, causing him to end up here amidst all the wires, doctors, and machines that encircled him twenty four-seven. Although it was quite tiring on his part to sit on a stool throughout an entire night, staring blankly at the Jaejoong who seemed to have been asleep for entire century, he knew this was better for him morally. When he finally felt himself run out of strength within the lethargic night, his eyelids would drop before him, blinding him unintentionally and telling him to go sleep. Even when he dozed off and let sleep inundate him, he could easily sense Jaejoong’s presence beside him and could detect his existence despite his eyes being tightly shut.
That particular morning, as he was awoken by Kang HyeSung, one of the leaders of the project which the government hoped to benefit greatly from, he was disenchanted to discover that Jaejoong had still not awoken from what seemed like an endless slumber. Jaejoong looked like Sleeping Beauty within the bed, not bothering to awake until the melodramatic concept of a ‘true love’s kiss’ was attained. Yunho considered that even if he was to meet his lips with Jaejoong’s frozen, fragile, now pale ones, he would not bother to awake because he still held a deep grudge against him fuelled by the argument that surfaced just a few mere hours again.
It was six-AM, which indicated that Yunho had been asleep for just a bit more than four hours. But since this was a government facility and no one had the opportunity to be even a second late, Yunho knew that he would not be sleeping well for the next few days that were approaching him in a hurry. He sighed in dismay, realizing that his life was completely turned around, once again. Yunho was a man who never really understood change, and strived to push it as far as he could away from himself. The first major change he had undergone in his life was when Seulki died, allowing fate to snatch away every last crumb of happiness away from him spitefully. The second change was when Jaejoong stepped out of the iron chamber where he was created, making his first appearance before a livid Yunho and claiming that he was indeed his wife. The third change occurred now, and Yunho felt the same petulant, irritated emotion that arose when the concept of change made its horrid appearance time after time before. But what could he do about it, in the end? Life was all about change, and he clearly understood that he needed to adapt to it sooner or later so he could at least find an ounce of joy within this terrifying lifestyle he staged.
“Good morning, Yunho-sshi.” HyeSung greeted with a tap on the shoulder. “Did you get a good night’s sleep?”
Yunho wanted to say no immediately, but knew that being petulant and annoyed with his surroundings would lead him nowhere. Taking the alternative, Yunho straightened his back, fixed a smile on to his lips, and summoned the strength to speak.
“Yes, sir.” he responded, his voice still a bit raspy from his night out in the rain, screaming Jaejoong’s name at the top of his lungs.
“Good, because we’re still in desperate need of your help for this project.” HyeSung affirmed, giving Yunho a warm smile which he instantly wanted to destroy as soon as he saw it. “The scientists and doctors will be arriving shortly, so you will have to put your mind to use momentarily.”
Yunho wanted to scream but instead sighed heavily. “Yes, sir.” He repeated, knowing there were no more words he could dig up from his vocabulary due to how dismal he felt at the moment. He couldn’t feel a single grain of emotion within him, causing him to feel as if he was an empty shell incapable of storing any thoughts within him.
“Yunho-sshi, I’d like to inform you that we don’t have all the documents we need for our experiment.” HyeSung declared confidently. “We would appreciate it if you could provide us with the file that explains Jaejoong’s blood contents and also a sample of his blood.”
“I must’ve forgotten the file when I left the house.” Yunho replied, exhaling heavily. “I’ll go fetch it immediately, if I’m allowed to leave.”
HyeSung nodded to show his approval. “Of course.” he remarked with a congenial look in his eyes. “I’m glad that you’re willing to assist us in our experimentation.”
Yunho stood up from the stool wearily and made no effort to link eye contact with HyeSung. “I don’t have a choice, do I?” He murmured under his breath as he exited the room half-heartedly. He knew without a doubt that he had no other road to take, and that he was working for the government this time.
Although he had no intent whatsoever to drag himself into this, he knew that the best path for him now was to become the government’s slave.
As he re-entered the dim hallway, his thoughts instantly went to Jaejoong and how he had his eyes closed, motionless, for the entire night. He felt that it was utterly reckless of him to leave Jaejoong here by himself, under the watchful eyes of scientists and doctors who had no mercy whatsoever for him and thought of him solely as an experiment-nothing more. Yunho understood that it was unconditionally wrong of him to leave the facility to find the required documents while Jaejoong was left alone, having to endure everything on his own.
After thinking it over thoroughly, Yunho dug into his pockets to retrieve his mobile phone, and rapidly dialled a familiar number.
He held the phone to his ears as he waited for the receiver to pick up impatiently. He considered that this was the only way he could leave the facility without having to hold the phobia that Jaejoong was nearly rotting here, having every single part of his body tested and inspected.
He sighed of relief as the receiver finally picked up.
“Oh God Changmin, thank goodness you picked up.”
Shim Changmin was ransacking his refrigerator for a morning snack at six-fifteen in the morning, planning to fall back asleep after his stomach was filled to the top and his wishes, fulfilled. He looked into the freezer in hopes to find a pint of ice cream but discovered nothing but a dusty ice-maker in return. Feeling a bit discouraged, he revisited the refrigerator to find a few containers of last night’s take-out and to his amusement, a few slices of a decadent raspberry-swirl cheesecake he had seized from the office a few days ago. Forgetting about the take-out, Changmin summoned a plate from the nearby kitchen drawer and assembled three slices of the cold, melt-in-your-mouth cake into it, making it look as presentable as possible (you see, Changmin believed strongly in eating with the eyes). He placed the plate of cheesecake onto the small, round table, pulled out a chair, and prepared to savour the cheesecake piece by piece.
He dug his fork into the soft but texture-filled surface, piercing it through the spongy cake, slowly bringing the fork to his mouth. As he opened his mouth however, planning to enjoy a slice of pure heaven, he was alarmed by the tumultuous ring of his home phone piercing through the silence of the room. Grunting petulantly, he strolled over to the counter and seized the phone.
“What?” He answered rudely, not putting much care into who was actually calling. He had to return to his cheesecake, after all.
Responding to his ill-tempered remark, a deep, familiar voice appeared on the other end of the line, informing him that it was mandatory of him to listen to what the man had to say. It was one of his closest friends, after all.
“Oh god, Changmin, what took you so long to answer the phone? I was worried for a second.”
Changmin rolled his eyes and ogled at the moist cheesecake before him. “Damn it, Yunho, I was going to eat, you know.”
Expecting him to laugh and ridicule him for his eating habits, Changmin was thunderstruck to hear only a gloomy, devastated voice on the other end of the line. “Look, Changmin, I need your help desperately.”
The younger man scoffed in response. “You need my help? Now? At six in the morning?” He asked incredulously. “What has gotten into you, Yunho? Are you drunk by any chance?”
“Well, you’re up at six, eating, aren’t you?” Yunho mocked in response. “Seriously Min, how much do you eat before breakfast anyways?”
Changmin took a bite of the raspberry cheesecake enthusiastically-it was driving him insane. “Forget about it.” He commanded. “What kind of ‘help’ are you looking for from me at this hour?”
There was a momentary silence at the end of Yunho’s line, one which without a doubt frightened Changmin to the core. Usually, Yunho was the person who would get to the point without any doubt, stating his problem lucidly for almost anyone to understand. Being his assistant for nearly three years, Changmin knew Yunho was never the one to stay silent, probing through his mind for the right thing to say. He was usually over-confident with his speech, and it was almost disheartening, hearing absolutely nothing from his boss due to his hesitation and doubt.
“I-it’s Jaejoong..” Yunho finally spoke after the short but earsplitting silence. “He’s… at the government labs.”
Changmin immediately dropped his fork onto the plate after his boss’s announcement, making a brazen sound which he considered even Yunho would be able to hear from his end of the phone line. He was staggered by the sudden mentioning of Jaejoong-a man he had only met briefly but recognized a lucid, almost obscure quality from. The other words that put him into profound quandary were the ones that followed Jaejoong’s name, telling Changmin that surely something was wrong.
“Jaejoong.” Changmin echoed, having no idea where his conversation with Yunho was heading. “What the hell is he doing there? He’s your roommate, am I right?” He asked with an inquisitive tone in his usually-calm voice. “He’s been living
with you because he has financial problems, yeah?”
The silence was too much to handle. Out of all things, Changmin just wanted to coax Yunho into getting to the point and heck, just pronouncing a few words-instead of saying silent, remaining a pest with all the mystery. A part of him however, told him that something was terribly wrong with Yunho, causing him to speak lethargically and waver uncontrollably. If the dilemma was enough to do such immense damage to Yunho, Changmin discerned that if Yunho needed help, it would be in his best power to give him the help he politely asked for.
“No, Changmin, that’s not true…” Yunho finally divulged, surprising the younger by each passing second . “He’s not a roommate, or even a friend-in fact, I think it would be correct to say that he is more than a friend."
Changmin’s eyes lit up instantly. “ I knew there was something fishy about your proposition that claimed Jaejoong was indeed a ’friend.’” He stated slyly. “In fact, by the way you’ve been continuously talking about him to me-who couldn’t possibly care for such matters-I knew that the relationship between the two of you, or at least your regard for him, might be deeper than you originally claimed.”
For the first time during the sluggish, gloomy phone call, Yunho was able to answer directly without skeptism. “What do you think about him, Min?” He questioned right out of the blue. “Does he remind of anyone in particular?” He paused for a second. “Someone in particular… like my wife?”
It now became Changmin's turn to hesitate. He clearly remembered the apartment complex where Jaejoong made his appearance. Predicting Jaejoong would turn out to be someone completely different, he was shocked to find Jaejoong’s appearance harbouring slight hints of femininity-ones which strangely appealed to Changmin. It was only after he left the apartment when he realized that there was something so abnormally similar between Jaejoong and Yunho’s wife, Seulki, who had only passed away recently. The way Jaejoong looked to the way he spoke, even to his heavenly-tasting home cooking-everything seemed as if it had been replicated from Seulki and brought back to life.
Thinking everything through, he finally dug up the courage to answer. “Are you kidding me, Yunho? Of course he reminds me of your wife. I claim that I don’t know Jaejoong extremely well, but it’s the simple things he does that tell me he holds evident, almost identical, qualities to Seulki.” He shook his head, trying to allow the myriad of information to fully sink in. “Tell me, Yunho, who is the real Jaejoong?”
Yunho took a deep breath, preparing to reveal something he never thought he would have to reveal in his entire lifetime. “The day right after Seulki died, I took a strand of her hair, extracted the DNA from the sample, underwent a rigorous experiment, and created Jaejoong.” Changmin could feel all his questions being answered as Yunho finally divulged the truth. “Jaejoong is not human, but he’s not a robot either. He resembles Seulki in every single way, besides the fact that he’s a male. How could I not fall in love with him, Changmin? How could I not adore him after he brought back such enrapturing memories?"
Changmin could clearly declare it now: Yunho loved Jaejoong just as much as he had once loved his wife. Every ounce of confusion Yunho’s words and reactions had brought along during the past few months, Changmin had the solution to. After this so-called ‘confession’ of his, Changmin understood that perhaps there were multiple things out in the world that were much more complicated than they truly appeared on the outside.
“Let me guess, the government found out about your little ‘experiment’ and how they have him all caged up in the labs, am I right?” He ignored the velvety cheesecake entirely, for the matter being discussed on the pone was far more important than pleasing his stomach. “And now you contact me, thinking that I can somehow help you retrieve Jaejoong from the lab and bring the love of your life back into your arms.”
Yunho scoffed, but Changmin could clearly detect a sign of sorrow within his voice. “You’re absolutely insightful, Changmin.” Yunho proclaimed, sounding just a bit more positive. “You’ve figured me out.”
“I’m your assistant, it’s my job to figure you out.”
“Of course.” Yunho affirmed indifferently. "But that’s not the reason I called you. In fact, I need to retrieve a few documents at home while you come here to accompany Jaejoong. He hasn’t been awake for nearly an entire day, and I want you to watch over him and make sure the scientists and doctors don’t do anything rash.”
Changmin’s eyes widened unexpectedly. “He’s been asleep, for an entire day? Surely he’s been drugged!”
Yunho’s voice shook as he carried out his response. “Drugged? The doctors would do such a cruel thing-”
“Doctors?” Changmin interrupted Yunho’s sentence without remorse. “How many doctors are there on the team anyway?”
“I counted fifteen, but I have a feeling there are mor-”
“Are you kidding me? Fifteen?” He didn’t care how irritating he was being by cutting off Yunho’s statements-he shouldn't be blamed to be ravenous for answers. “Look Yunho, forget about it, I’ll be at the lab within a matter of minutes. I don’t want to discuss this matter over the phone. I’m afraid it’s much to serious to be treated improperly and that the two of us need to discuss this in person, face to face.”
Yunho seemed to approve of his suggestion. “Of course.” He agreed. “It’s too much information to take in at one time.”
Hearing Yunho’s words of consent, Changmin hung up the phone immediately, knowing there was no use, staying here in the apartment any longer. He had wasted quite a long time, listening to Yunho’s troubles on the phone, but had refused to step in to put anything into action. Grabbing his jacket from the nearby hall closet, Changmin flung the material over his shoulders and prepared to head out the door to meet his boss at the designated location.
But before he left the house, he had the urge to just devour one-just one piece of the divine cheesecake that had been taunting him all morning.
Hmm… anything new from me besides the fact that I know all of you hate me at this point? Hey, I updated on time today! And I went to the Getty Museum in LA today and saw some amazing art. Oh yes, I’ve also been watching Queer as Folk all over again because life is just too boring without two homosexuals making out in front of your nose. Besides that, if I talk about how angsty the story is right now, I think I’ll get rocks thrown at me.
Hopefully you can cheer yourself up after this XD
-Cindy