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Title: (1/?)
Pair: unknown (expect pairs from the characters below)
Main Characters: Changmin Jinki Minho Jaejoong
WC: 2,034
1. Old Friends
“He’s coming back?” Changmin asked a little surprise and worried.
“Yes-and are you gritting your teeth?” Jaejoong mused hearing something on the other line besides his friends voice.
“I’m biting my nails, hyung,” he replied lazily, still nibbling on the end of his already blunt nails.
“Stop that!” Jaejoong snapped as he took a sip of his Americano. “You know if you’re worried about him hating you because you didn’t show up at the airport when he left five years ago, just so you know it was five years ago. I don’t even think he hates you.” He added reassuringly.
“You don’t know that,” Changmin muttered.
“I know that because he’s my brother. Plus I told you he’s been asking about you a lot when we get to talk. So stop sulking, alright?”
“I’m not sulking.”
“And I’m not buying it. Changmin-ah pick my brother up at the airport, 12 noon, the day after tomorrow or I’ll kick your ass, arasso?” Jaejoong said sternly, eyes flickering with a little bit of frustration.
“Do I have a say on this?” Changmin sighed and the only reply he heard was the beeping sound of his phone. He jumped lazily on his bed as he walked inside his room from the terrace.
“I guess that’s a ‘no’ hyung,” a brunette haired teen with soft curled locks just above his shoulder says with a smirk.
“And a ‘no’ to you too, Minho. I’m not free these coming days,” Changmin countered with a smirk as well.
“Wae? We don’t get a chance to play and spend our time together with the others anymore. You can take whoever’s coming back here with you if you want.” Minho reasoned.
“Look, I’ll make it up to you next week,” he patted Minho’s back even when the boy flinched and swatted his hand in what looks like a protest. “I have a lot of things-“
“Suit yourself hyung!” Minho said angrily before slamming the door loudly when he left.
Changmin could only sigh in guilt and his frustrations building in his chest, both matters not concerning Minho’s disappointment because he knew that friend of his was one of the people he knows understands him the most. What he was really worried about was his arrival. How would he face him? He didn’t know but at some point he thought of what to say.
“I’m sorry Jinki.” Changmin whispered quietly the words he wanted his friend to hear before he closes his eyes and let slumber wrap him in dark clouds in hopes when he wakes up he’ll be 15 again saying those exact words at the airport where he should’ve ran his way and ask him not to go because he realized that it wasn’t only his older brother he cares for anymore.
But it was clearly wishful thinking of something that can’t be undone no matter how hard he wishes for it. Even if he found the oldest Buddha left in the whole wild world he doubts he could transfer back to that time and make things right.
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“Changmin-hyung?” Jinki called in his older friend’s cold and dim room.
“Leave, Jinki please. I don’t-I want to be alone.” Changmin mumbled, biting his lips as hard as how his hand gripped the cold barricade of his terrace making his knuckles white.
“But hyung I have something to tell you. Hear me out please, hyung…” Jinki tried, walking towards the taller lad who turned to look at him as he was only a meter away.
“Stop calling me hyung and don’t go anywhere near me because we aren’t friends. I only talked to you and took care of you because Jaejoong-hyung asked me too. And thanks to you he’ll be leaving me here on my BIRTHDAY!-I’m so DONE with you!” He snapped bitterly, pointing his index finger at a totally surprised looking lad whose tears fell instantly as he stopped talking.
“Jaejoong-hyung is staying; I’m the one who’ll be leaving tomorrow.-Advance happy birthday Changmin-ssi.” Jinki smiled sullenly before turning on his heels to leave the room, hurt.
The soft click of the knob snapped Changmin back to reality, hands clasping over his mouth and tears falling freely like an endless stream. He wanted to take back whatever he said in sheer anger but his feet won’t move and his knees won’t stop shaking under him. He was controlled by his fear and was helpless to do anything about it if there’s even a slightest chance of doing so in the first place.
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[Changmin-ah,
I couldn’t eat with you anymore because I was called to go to work earlier. I left you the whole Herbed Chicken I prepared myself. I hope you forgive me.
Love,
Mom
Note: I called a housekeeper today so you don’t have to worry about any mess you might do.]
Changmin blinked several times at how his mom’s message went. What does she think his age was? 5? He chuckled a little before opening the oven that presented him the said food that quickly woke up his system like adrenaline rush.
“What about jogging?” He pondered a little before sighing heavily, deciding on what to do. “I’ll eat you later…” he muttered under his breath with a much heavier sigh as he left the house and jog.
After 15 minutes of his morning exercise, he went back to his house more than excited to click on the oven and reheat his food.
“Five minutes,” he smiled before storming on his room to change his sweaty clothes to a drier one, thinking he won’t be able to concentrate with his food if he’s dripping all over the place. He admits he’s one of the people who can fill a bucket full of sweat if his shirt’s extracted.
On cue with the sound of the oven turning off by itself, Changmin had a pot holder at his right hand and serving knife ready on his left. He placed the tray on the counter top and cut half of the chicken equally, mirroring each other. He got half on his plate and the other back to the oven in thought he might have seconds because besides his abnormal sweaty self he also have an abnormally large appetite that can be compared to 10 people’s normal food consumption.
He went to the living room and settled himself on the long couch that was able to fit his lanky legs. He rested his plate on his lap and started watching whatever that was on knowing he won’t be taking a long rest there anyway. The food on his plate was prepared much longer than how he ate it. In less than five minutes he was down to the last bite on his chicken leg if only he wasn’t interrupted with their doorbell ringing quite impatiently.
“Geez,” He placed his plate down the table and cursed whatever odds, trying to ruin his day intended solely for him to relax before he meets his friend that he clearly wasn’t ready to meet yet.
There stood a boy with slightly permed brown hair, chinky eyes and slightly tan in complexion, looking at him like he’s the first human he ever saw.
“Yes?” he asked the young lad with a slight scowling look he didn’t even realize himself.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed you early in the morning, but I’m the helper you called for!” the boy looked in between scared, uncomfortable then scared again.
“Oh,” Changmin breathe out, softening his feature and moving a side to let the boy pass, “Come in,”
“Thank you sir,” the boy beamed instantly, grabbing his cleaning materials that made him look like a plumber rather than a housekeeper. Him, being a guy not helping him look like one either.
Once inside, the boy quickly start swiping the floor with the extendable broom he brought that Changmin thought was kind of fancy and interesting. The house keeper taking his interest as well, that he turned off the television and started watching the other boy as he cleans instead.
Changmin observed he was more of making a mess than cleaning but he kept silent in slight entertainment and a known endearment growing on him. He always had a soft spot for kids and right now beside the guy’s height that’s completely incomparable to a child, his demeanor is exactly like one. Clumsy and innocent. Changmin even wondered if he knows what he was doing or how to do it.
“Uhm, Sir, do you want me to clean that place too?” the boy asked sounding more like ‘are you watching me?' to Changmin who only moved his hand, ordering him to come over. “Yes, Sir?”
“Are you really the housekeeper?” Changmin asked honestly and the boy’s shock expression seemed to be enough as an answer. “It’s alright, I’m not gonna sue you for it. I’m just asking.” He smiled reassuringly.
“U-uhm…grandma got sick on the way here and I told her I’ll substitute for her instead.” He mumbled, hands on his back.
“Oh, is she related to you?” Changmin asked again, earning another shock and readable expression from the other boy.
“I can’t lie…” he trailed off finding Changmin nodding his head as a sign for him to continue. “I just saw her on her way here. She looks like she’s in pain so I took her to a nearby clinic but the moment she got there she complained that she still has work. It was becoming a trouble in the clinic since there are other patients so I quickly told her I’ll do her job if she stays.” He explained looking away from Changmin.
“Explains why you wiped more of your mess than the house itself,” Changmin chuckled completely forgetting that he hadn’t finished the other half of his chicken. (He took the rest out from the oven) He only noticed how the boy stared at it. “You want some?” he offered.
“N-no,” the boy declined, shaking his head.
“Come on, I already ate two-thirds of it. I’m quite full and mom would come home late to give you grandma’s salary. Unless you’ll leave it here and let her take it while she’s still recuperating?” Changmin pressed, looking disappointed.
“No! I’ll wait for her salary and I’ll give it to her myself. She doesn’t need to come,” he answered compassionately and rather exaggeratedly but still adorable, Changmin thought.
“Now eat this to end our conversation,” Changmin smiled as the boy looked uncomfortable again. “I’ll go and take a shower, you eat that and you can watch television too if you want. You can use the DVD’s as well but keep away from the bottom rack, it’s inappropriate for you. If you know what I mean.” he winked leaving the boy half confused and half amused.
Changmin went down after half an hour, having to finish his sudden ‘business’ in between shower, before he saw the fast asleep lad. His head was rested on his folded arms over the table, legs folded as well that Changmin decided he had to move the smaller man one way or another before he cripples from his uncomfortable resting position.
He moved the boy away from the table before he rested the boy’s head on his chest, slightly pulling him to grab hold of his legs. He wasn’t as heavy as he looks like but when Changmin had laid him down the sofa, face to face with him, he felt his heart raise that made him think otherwise. Leaving a definite and very disturbing reason, only his subconscious mind can think of at the moment. He grabbed his chest and felt it throb himself, thinking hard of why he was suddenly feeling like he had jogged again. But even before he haul out something that would explain it, he heard a ‘thud’ on the floor and saw the boy’s wallet open and flashed with letters he could read but denied what he was actually reading.
“L-lee Jinki?” he whispered shakily in disbelief as he looked back and forth to the wallet’s ID he was now holding and to the sleeping lad on the sofa. He wasn’t able to know why his heart raised awhile ago but the throb it’s doing right now, he clearly knew why.
on the sofa. He wasn’t able to know why his heart raised awhile ago but the throb it’s doing right now, he clearly knew why.
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A.N/s: First (attempt) sequel out of the blue. Posted just in my journal for now. I'm not sure what to do with this yet actually. Unbeta-edited.
Pair: unknown (expect pairs from the characters below)
Main Characters: Changmin Jinki Minho Jaejoong
WC: 2,034
1. Old Friends
“He’s coming back?” Changmin asked a little surprise and worried.
“Yes-and are you gritting your teeth?” Jaejoong mused hearing something on the other line besides his friends voice.
“I’m biting my nails, hyung,” he replied lazily, still nibbling on the end of his already blunt nails.
“Stop that!” Jaejoong snapped as he took a sip of his Americano. “You know if you’re worried about him hating you because you didn’t show up at the airport when he left five years ago, just so you know it was five years ago. I don’t even think he hates you.” He added reassuringly.
“You don’t know that,” Changmin muttered.
“I know that because he’s my brother. Plus I told you he’s been asking about you a lot when we get to talk. So stop sulking, alright?”
“I’m not sulking.”
“And I’m not buying it. Changmin-ah pick my brother up at the airport, 12 noon, the day after tomorrow or I’ll kick your ass, arasso?” Jaejoong said sternly, eyes flickering with a little bit of frustration.
“Do I have a say on this?” Changmin sighed and the only reply he heard was the beeping sound of his phone. He jumped lazily on his bed as he walked inside his room from the terrace.
“I guess that’s a ‘no’ hyung,” a brunette haired teen with soft curled locks just above his shoulder says with a smirk.
“And a ‘no’ to you too, Minho. I’m not free these coming days,” Changmin countered with a smirk as well.
“Wae? We don’t get a chance to play and spend our time together with the others anymore. You can take whoever’s coming back here with you if you want.” Minho reasoned.
“Look, I’ll make it up to you next week,” he patted Minho’s back even when the boy flinched and swatted his hand in what looks like a protest. “I have a lot of things-“
“Suit yourself hyung!” Minho said angrily before slamming the door loudly when he left.
Changmin could only sigh in guilt and his frustrations building in his chest, both matters not concerning Minho’s disappointment because he knew that friend of his was one of the people he knows understands him the most. What he was really worried about was his arrival. How would he face him? He didn’t know but at some point he thought of what to say.
“I’m sorry Jinki.” Changmin whispered quietly the words he wanted his friend to hear before he closes his eyes and let slumber wrap him in dark clouds in hopes when he wakes up he’ll be 15 again saying those exact words at the airport where he should’ve ran his way and ask him not to go because he realized that it wasn’t only his older brother he cares for anymore.
But it was clearly wishful thinking of something that can’t be undone no matter how hard he wishes for it. Even if he found the oldest Buddha left in the whole wild world he doubts he could transfer back to that time and make things right.
▣▣ ▣ ▓ ▣ ▣▣
“Changmin-hyung?” Jinki called in his older friend’s cold and dim room.
“Leave, Jinki please. I don’t-I want to be alone.” Changmin mumbled, biting his lips as hard as how his hand gripped the cold barricade of his terrace making his knuckles white.
“But hyung I have something to tell you. Hear me out please, hyung…” Jinki tried, walking towards the taller lad who turned to look at him as he was only a meter away.
“Stop calling me hyung and don’t go anywhere near me because we aren’t friends. I only talked to you and took care of you because Jaejoong-hyung asked me too. And thanks to you he’ll be leaving me here on my BIRTHDAY!-I’m so DONE with you!” He snapped bitterly, pointing his index finger at a totally surprised looking lad whose tears fell instantly as he stopped talking.
“Jaejoong-hyung is staying; I’m the one who’ll be leaving tomorrow.-Advance happy birthday Changmin-ssi.” Jinki smiled sullenly before turning on his heels to leave the room, hurt.
The soft click of the knob snapped Changmin back to reality, hands clasping over his mouth and tears falling freely like an endless stream. He wanted to take back whatever he said in sheer anger but his feet won’t move and his knees won’t stop shaking under him. He was controlled by his fear and was helpless to do anything about it if there’s even a slightest chance of doing so in the first place.
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[Changmin-ah,
I couldn’t eat with you anymore because I was called to go to work earlier. I left you the whole Herbed Chicken I prepared myself. I hope you forgive me.
Love,
Mom
Note: I called a housekeeper today so you don’t have to worry about any mess you might do.]
Changmin blinked several times at how his mom’s message went. What does she think his age was? 5? He chuckled a little before opening the oven that presented him the said food that quickly woke up his system like adrenaline rush.
“What about jogging?” He pondered a little before sighing heavily, deciding on what to do. “I’ll eat you later…” he muttered under his breath with a much heavier sigh as he left the house and jog.
After 15 minutes of his morning exercise, he went back to his house more than excited to click on the oven and reheat his food.
“Five minutes,” he smiled before storming on his room to change his sweaty clothes to a drier one, thinking he won’t be able to concentrate with his food if he’s dripping all over the place. He admits he’s one of the people who can fill a bucket full of sweat if his shirt’s extracted.
On cue with the sound of the oven turning off by itself, Changmin had a pot holder at his right hand and serving knife ready on his left. He placed the tray on the counter top and cut half of the chicken equally, mirroring each other. He got half on his plate and the other back to the oven in thought he might have seconds because besides his abnormal sweaty self he also have an abnormally large appetite that can be compared to 10 people’s normal food consumption.
He went to the living room and settled himself on the long couch that was able to fit his lanky legs. He rested his plate on his lap and started watching whatever that was on knowing he won’t be taking a long rest there anyway. The food on his plate was prepared much longer than how he ate it. In less than five minutes he was down to the last bite on his chicken leg if only he wasn’t interrupted with their doorbell ringing quite impatiently.
“Geez,” He placed his plate down the table and cursed whatever odds, trying to ruin his day intended solely for him to relax before he meets his friend that he clearly wasn’t ready to meet yet.
There stood a boy with slightly permed brown hair, chinky eyes and slightly tan in complexion, looking at him like he’s the first human he ever saw.
“Yes?” he asked the young lad with a slight scowling look he didn’t even realize himself.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed you early in the morning, but I’m the helper you called for!” the boy looked in between scared, uncomfortable then scared again.
“Oh,” Changmin breathe out, softening his feature and moving a side to let the boy pass, “Come in,”
“Thank you sir,” the boy beamed instantly, grabbing his cleaning materials that made him look like a plumber rather than a housekeeper. Him, being a guy not helping him look like one either.
Once inside, the boy quickly start swiping the floor with the extendable broom he brought that Changmin thought was kind of fancy and interesting. The house keeper taking his interest as well, that he turned off the television and started watching the other boy as he cleans instead.
Changmin observed he was more of making a mess than cleaning but he kept silent in slight entertainment and a known endearment growing on him. He always had a soft spot for kids and right now beside the guy’s height that’s completely incomparable to a child, his demeanor is exactly like one. Clumsy and innocent. Changmin even wondered if he knows what he was doing or how to do it.
“Uhm, Sir, do you want me to clean that place too?” the boy asked sounding more like ‘are you watching me?' to Changmin who only moved his hand, ordering him to come over. “Yes, Sir?”
“Are you really the housekeeper?” Changmin asked honestly and the boy’s shock expression seemed to be enough as an answer. “It’s alright, I’m not gonna sue you for it. I’m just asking.” He smiled reassuringly.
“U-uhm…grandma got sick on the way here and I told her I’ll substitute for her instead.” He mumbled, hands on his back.
“Oh, is she related to you?” Changmin asked again, earning another shock and readable expression from the other boy.
“I can’t lie…” he trailed off finding Changmin nodding his head as a sign for him to continue. “I just saw her on her way here. She looks like she’s in pain so I took her to a nearby clinic but the moment she got there she complained that she still has work. It was becoming a trouble in the clinic since there are other patients so I quickly told her I’ll do her job if she stays.” He explained looking away from Changmin.
“Explains why you wiped more of your mess than the house itself,” Changmin chuckled completely forgetting that he hadn’t finished the other half of his chicken. (He took the rest out from the oven) He only noticed how the boy stared at it. “You want some?” he offered.
“N-no,” the boy declined, shaking his head.
“Come on, I already ate two-thirds of it. I’m quite full and mom would come home late to give you grandma’s salary. Unless you’ll leave it here and let her take it while she’s still recuperating?” Changmin pressed, looking disappointed.
“No! I’ll wait for her salary and I’ll give it to her myself. She doesn’t need to come,” he answered compassionately and rather exaggeratedly but still adorable, Changmin thought.
“Now eat this to end our conversation,” Changmin smiled as the boy looked uncomfortable again. “I’ll go and take a shower, you eat that and you can watch television too if you want. You can use the DVD’s as well but keep away from the bottom rack, it’s inappropriate for you. If you know what I mean.” he winked leaving the boy half confused and half amused.
Changmin went down after half an hour, having to finish his sudden ‘business’ in between shower, before he saw the fast asleep lad. His head was rested on his folded arms over the table, legs folded as well that Changmin decided he had to move the smaller man one way or another before he cripples from his uncomfortable resting position.
He moved the boy away from the table before he rested the boy’s head on his chest, slightly pulling him to grab hold of his legs. He wasn’t as heavy as he looks like but when Changmin had laid him down the sofa, face to face with him, he felt his heart raise that made him think otherwise. Leaving a definite and very disturbing reason, only his subconscious mind can think of at the moment. He grabbed his chest and felt it throb himself, thinking hard of why he was suddenly feeling like he had jogged again. But even before he haul out something that would explain it, he heard a ‘thud’ on the floor and saw the boy’s wallet open and flashed with letters he could read but denied what he was actually reading.
“L-lee Jinki?” he whispered shakily in disbelief as he looked back and forth to the wallet’s ID he was now holding and to the sleeping lad on the sofa. He wasn’t able to know why his heart raised awhile ago but the throb it’s doing right now, he clearly knew why.
on the sofa. He wasn’t able to know why his heart raised awhile ago but the throb it’s doing right now, he clearly knew why.
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A.N/s: First (attempt) sequel out of the blue. Posted just in my journal for now. I'm not sure what to do with this yet actually. Unbeta-edited.