Fated To Love You? - A Yunjae Fanfiction ; Chapter 3
Title: Fated To Love You?
Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 3 - a Trip To the Hospital & a Blast from the Past
Pairing(s): YunhoxJaejoong, a side of YoochunxJunsu
Overall Rating : PG - R (will be warned of rating in every individual chapter)
Rating for This Chapter: PG
Warning(s) for This Chapter: none
Fated To Love You? Chapter 3
A Trip to the Hospital & a Blast from the Past
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it is always when you least expect it, does your past come back to haunt you
-
It had taken 6 minutes for them to notice, for a small commotion to form. It had taken 2 blury security offices, 1 supermarket manager, and 1 shell-shocked Kim Jaejoong, who had pulled himself together in time to realise his child was about to maul his ex-boyfriend to pieces, to pry 1 highly dangerous, furious rage-blinded Shim Changmin off 1 struggling, fighting back Jung Yunho, who happened to have his nose bleeding, with what appeared to be 1 or 2 cracked ribs, judging by the sharp pain coming from his chest whenever he breathed.
In 15 minutes, 1 person had managed to call an ambulance, that came blaring up to the front door of the supermarket, and within 20 minutes, 2 men and 1 teenage boy had been bundled up into the waiting amubulance with its flashing red-lights. Yunho, knocked out with administered pain-medication for the pain in his ribs, Changmin restrained by the angry glare of his glowering Umma who sat across him on the opposite of the ambulance, with the help of one paramedic who was busy applying stinging lotion into split skin beneath Changmin's right eye. While, Jaejoong just sat, heart racing, as he alternating between glaring at his 'child' before turning his gaze anxiously to the sedated man who lay on the stretcher, his jaw a blossoming purple, his nose appearing slightly mangled, and definately bleeding.
This was the very same man who had left him 6 years ago. The very same one who had stabbed him straight in the heart, and yet Jaejoong couldn't help but feel a sense of fondness and worry towards the man, even as the pain, hurt and anguish coursed along in his blood. Feeling the teenager who sat across him glower at both him and Yunho, with an intensity even he himself could not manage, Jaejoong winced slightly, as reality took another step and sinked in futher.
For a moment, he had forgotten, this was the man he was supposed to hate.
-
Kim Junsu had been in the midst of typing up the new chapter for his soon to be pulished, as he hoped, novel when his phone had blared with the notification of a message, causing the hyper-active man to jump up and hide beneath the table, his hands poised into a gun like shape. It had taken 3 full minutes for him to realise that the cheery bright tone that pierced the previous silence, was not the sound of a top secret super slueth weapon, but instead, the sound of his ringing phone which happened to be flashing on and off, alerting him of a text message, which he had saw from the bottom of the glass topped table he had rolled under. Relief crossing his face, as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, Junsu crawled out from beneath the table. Sliding back into his chair, he picked up the slim flashing black device.
Fingertips touching down lightly on the wide touch screen, he leaned back in his chair.
From : Changmin <3
Jung Yunho, Korea, Omma , Seoul Central Hospital, Injuires.
As soon as the material of his shirt had grazed the smooth leather backing of his chair, he bolted up straight yet again, his eyes widening greatly. Gaze flashing back, re-reading the cryptic message once again, Junsu felt his eyes narrow with worry, as his expression darkened by a few shades.
Jung Yunho. He had turned up in their lives again, sooner than Junsu had expected. Junsu knew what Jaejoong didn't, he knew that Yunho was wrapping up things to get back, he even knew that the bastard was arriving today, but what he hadn't counted on, was for the man to run back into Jaejoong, first day he arrived in Korea. Junsu knew it was impossible to hide it from Jaejoong forever, because after all, like Jaejoong, Yunho was quite a prominent figure in society, be it the working World, or the social circles, yet he had hoped that the two wouldn't have met so soon. His narrowed gaze, flipping into one of concern, as the word 'hospital' flashed into his mind, Junsu shook his head lightly while pulling himself back into the present. Letting out a slight squeal, as the slightly menacing undertone his expression had dissapeared, the usually hyper reporter waved his arms about in the air for a moment before reaching for the keys to his car. Bolting from his seat, he dashed madly towards the door.
Destination : Seoul Central Hospital.
-
Hands crossed over his chest in worry, Jaejoong paced the length of the glaringly white corridoor in worry, his gaze darting ocasionally towards the two rooms on his right. Yunho had still been knocked out by whatever the paramedics had injected him with for the pain, and had been wheeled into the first room, where doctors had entered, rolling in with them a portable x-ray machine. While, Changmin, whose asthma had begun to act up slightly on the trip to the hospital, had been pushed to the second room, under Jaejoong's angered but worried instruction for a full body check-up for the teenager. It wasn't for nothing, Jaejoong would never forget the scare he had with Changmin's asthma five years ago, the boy had been 12 then. Jaejoong had received a call at 11am in the morning, during Changmin's school hours. He had been informed that Changmin had gotten into a fight, and had gotten so worked up his asthma had kicked in, leaving him a violent shade of purple. His teacher's had rushed him to the hospital, where Jaejoong had dropped everything and rushed too. He had gotten the scare of his life that day. The doctors had said at that time, that they had nearly lost the boy to asthma, and ever since, Jaejoong took extreme precaution when it came to Changmin and his asthma.
"Hyung!" Hearing a voice call his name, Jaejoong spun around, only to meet the worried gaze of Junsu who had come running down the corridoor.
"Su?!" Both shock and relief falling into line with his features, Jaejoong let his rigid posture slacken as he sunk into a nearby chair, his legs giving way under him. Head still tilted up, held in position wearily, the tired man looked to Junsu, his expression slightly questioning.
"Changmin." That was the one word he spoke as an explanation before the younger man rushed into place, coming to take a seat beside his older cousin. "Hyung...-"
"-...hes back Su." words barely rising above a whisper, Jaejoong let his head fall into his hands. The shock and pain which worry and the rush of the situation had disguised early, finally sinking into him.
"What happened." Letting a arm come to rest on Jaejoong's back, Junsu glanced towards the two rooms along the hallway.
-
"Mr Kim?"
Panic rising in his throat, as the doctor stepped out of the second room, along with his assigned nurse, Jaejoong wrung his hands worriedly, as he spoke, Junsu's hand gliding to come to a rest lightly on his arm for support.
"Yes?" he had managed to croak, his throat feeling parched and wring dry after having just explained the situation to a constantly frowning Junsu whose expression had been caked with worry, flashes of anger - which Jaejoong hadn't noticed flitting in and out.
"Mr Shim is resting now. We've examined him under your request. The muscles around his windpipe had started to contract just now, which almost led to another attack, but we've already injected him with the suitable medication. Other than that, and a few external injuries such as bruises and split skin, Mr Shim is fine. However we would like to keep him over-night, just in case his asthma relapses? His heart rate went up pretty high just now and it is possible that..-"
Cutting off the doctor with a feeble wave of his hand, another bout of relief sinking into him, Jaejoong nodded. He would have insisted Changmin be kept even if they had said it wasn't nescessary.
"Can we go in to see him" Junsu.
"Of course, but he might be slightly lethargic after the medication we administered."
"Thank you Doctor."
"You're welcome."
Glancing at the dissapearing figures of both Doctor and nurse, Junsu glanced towards the older man whose gaze flickered contstantly in high-speed between both doors which were side by side. Watching as Jaejoon'gs gaze lingered on the first door before hitting the second anxiously, with a desperate need, Junsu nudged him lightly in the shoulder towards the second.
"Go, talk to him before he gets knocked out. He's probably worried for you too."
"But Yun...-"
"I'll be here if the Doctor should come out. Go on, Changmin's waiting."
Nodding dumbly at the younger, Jaejoong fumble with the handle on the door of the second room. Shooting a uncomprehendable look towards the first door, he sighed lightly before pushing his way into the second room.
-
"Omma...?" Hearing the teenager's voice soft, and worried, Jaejoong felt his heart twist as he made his way to the side of Changmin's bed, his previous anger fading completely. It really wasn't Changmin's fault for what had just happened. It wasn't anyone's fault, it just had been the wrong place, and the wrong time. All Changmin had been worried about, after all, and angered for, was, well Jaejoong.
"Minnie." Settling himself down gingerly on the side of the teenager's bed, Jaejoong reached up and stroked the younger's hair. pushing it off his forehead. "How are you feeling? Can you breathe properly? Does it hurt? Do you...-"
A weak laugh from the teenager cut his stream of questions off, as a wavery smile slipped onto Changmin's face.
"I'm fine. You worry too much, I'm just tired~" a yawn punctuating the end of his sentence, Changmin's eyes begin to drift close. "Real~~Really. I'm...I~m fine..."
As the teenager's words faded, to give way to a chorus of deep, heavy breathing, Jaejoong stroked the side of his 'child's' face, hands running lightly over the bruises beside his mouth.
-
Park Yoochun had just come from the office. Grey cashmere sweater pulled over a white collared working shirt, he had been in his office, reading new file's on one of his more important cases, when the phone in his office had rang. His secatary had gone home for the day, and he had been left to intercepting his own calls. He had picked up the phone highly annoyed, but had put down the receiver, his face slightly pale, before dropping his work and rushing to the carpark. Yunho was in the hospital, and the staff had gotten his number from a car in Yunho's wallet. He had known his childhood friend, as well as buisness partner had flown back in today, and was planning to drop in on them later tonight, to pay a visit, but now - it looked like his plans had been shifted forward.
Tapping a foot on the ground impatiently as the lift rose, inching its way up the levels in a painfully slow manner, Yoochun glanced at his watch. There had been a jam on the way to the hospital.
As the number 21 finally flashed onto the digital screen, Yoochun mumbled something along the lines of 'about time', as the lift doors slid open. Stepping out with impatience, Yoochun glanced at the signs on the wall. Ward 367, towards his right. Turning sharply, as he rounded the corner, his attention focused on his phone which he had just pulled out of his pocket. Yunho's family needed to know.
-
"...2 ribs slightly cracked, along with external brusing, not much damage to his nose, but he might have strained his neck slightly - we can't determine until he tommorow where we can examine him properly, but the possiblities of anything more than a light strain are low, we've administered more pain medication, so he shouldn't be in much discomfort as of now."
"I see, yes, yes, thank you very much Doctor."
"We'll be back tommorow afternoon to examine him."
"Yes, of course, thank you very much."
Bowing lightly to the bespectacled man, Junsu nodded. In his opinion, Jung Yunho desereved every injury he got. After all, he had done so much more damage 6 years ago, this was nothing, besides it was reversible., injuries would heal, unlike a broken heart which was scarred for life. Snorting slightly at the door on his left, once the Doctor had walked away, Junsu stood, his arms akimbo, resting in his hips as he scowled towards the door. Stupid bastard - as if he hadn't caused enough trouble 6 years ago.
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Looking up from his phone, Yoochun squinted slightly while tilting his head to a side at the figure that stood, hands on hips, glaring at the door of room 367. Eyebrown shooting up slightly as the shorter man aimed a kick towards the door.
"Excuse me." Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Yoochun wrinkled his nose slightly. It wasn't surprising to find lunatics in the hospital.
-
Whipping around, as a voice interuputed the start of what was supposed to be his little rampage, Junsu's scowl twisted even more.
"What." he snapped, annoyed, his gaze not meeting the stranger's.
-
As the lunatic whipped around, Yoochun felt his jaw slacken, as his mouth dropped open into a small 'o'. He knew that scowling face, even when it was turned up into an expression of annoyance and distaste, it was still one that, to Yoochun, exluded extreme beauty, not to mention sex appeal.
"Kim Junsu?!"
Author: oh_thexirony
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Crack, AU
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 3 - a Trip To the Hospital & a Blast from the Past
Pairing(s): YunhoxJaejoong, a side of YoochunxJunsu
Overall Rating : PG - R (will be warned of rating in every individual chapter)
Rating for This Chapter: PG
Warning(s) for This Chapter: none
Fated To Love You? Chapter 3
A Trip to the Hospital & a Blast from the Past
-
it is always when you least expect it, does your past come back to haunt you
-
It had taken 6 minutes for them to notice, for a small commotion to form. It had taken 2 blury security offices, 1 supermarket manager, and 1 shell-shocked Kim Jaejoong, who had pulled himself together in time to realise his child was about to maul his ex-boyfriend to pieces, to pry 1 highly dangerous, furious rage-blinded Shim Changmin off 1 struggling, fighting back Jung Yunho, who happened to have his nose bleeding, with what appeared to be 1 or 2 cracked ribs, judging by the sharp pain coming from his chest whenever he breathed.
In 15 minutes, 1 person had managed to call an ambulance, that came blaring up to the front door of the supermarket, and within 20 minutes, 2 men and 1 teenage boy had been bundled up into the waiting amubulance with its flashing red-lights. Yunho, knocked out with administered pain-medication for the pain in his ribs, Changmin restrained by the angry glare of his glowering Umma who sat across him on the opposite of the ambulance, with the help of one paramedic who was busy applying stinging lotion into split skin beneath Changmin's right eye. While, Jaejoong just sat, heart racing, as he alternating between glaring at his 'child' before turning his gaze anxiously to the sedated man who lay on the stretcher, his jaw a blossoming purple, his nose appearing slightly mangled, and definately bleeding.
This was the very same man who had left him 6 years ago. The very same one who had stabbed him straight in the heart, and yet Jaejoong couldn't help but feel a sense of fondness and worry towards the man, even as the pain, hurt and anguish coursed along in his blood. Feeling the teenager who sat across him glower at both him and Yunho, with an intensity even he himself could not manage, Jaejoong winced slightly, as reality took another step and sinked in futher.
For a moment, he had forgotten, this was the man he was supposed to hate.
-
Kim Junsu had been in the midst of typing up the new chapter for his soon to be pulished, as he hoped, novel when his phone had blared with the notification of a message, causing the hyper-active man to jump up and hide beneath the table, his hands poised into a gun like shape. It had taken 3 full minutes for him to realise that the cheery bright tone that pierced the previous silence, was not the sound of a top secret super slueth weapon, but instead, the sound of his ringing phone which happened to be flashing on and off, alerting him of a text message, which he had saw from the bottom of the glass topped table he had rolled under. Relief crossing his face, as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, Junsu crawled out from beneath the table. Sliding back into his chair, he picked up the slim flashing black device.
Fingertips touching down lightly on the wide touch screen, he leaned back in his chair.
From : Changmin <3
Jung Yunho, Korea, Omma , Seoul Central Hospital, Injuires.
As soon as the material of his shirt had grazed the smooth leather backing of his chair, he bolted up straight yet again, his eyes widening greatly. Gaze flashing back, re-reading the cryptic message once again, Junsu felt his eyes narrow with worry, as his expression darkened by a few shades.
Jung Yunho. He had turned up in their lives again, sooner than Junsu had expected. Junsu knew what Jaejoong didn't, he knew that Yunho was wrapping up things to get back, he even knew that the bastard was arriving today, but what he hadn't counted on, was for the man to run back into Jaejoong, first day he arrived in Korea. Junsu knew it was impossible to hide it from Jaejoong forever, because after all, like Jaejoong, Yunho was quite a prominent figure in society, be it the working World, or the social circles, yet he had hoped that the two wouldn't have met so soon. His narrowed gaze, flipping into one of concern, as the word 'hospital' flashed into his mind, Junsu shook his head lightly while pulling himself back into the present. Letting out a slight squeal, as the slightly menacing undertone his expression had dissapeared, the usually hyper reporter waved his arms about in the air for a moment before reaching for the keys to his car. Bolting from his seat, he dashed madly towards the door.
Destination : Seoul Central Hospital.
-
Hands crossed over his chest in worry, Jaejoong paced the length of the glaringly white corridoor in worry, his gaze darting ocasionally towards the two rooms on his right. Yunho had still been knocked out by whatever the paramedics had injected him with for the pain, and had been wheeled into the first room, where doctors had entered, rolling in with them a portable x-ray machine. While, Changmin, whose asthma had begun to act up slightly on the trip to the hospital, had been pushed to the second room, under Jaejoong's angered but worried instruction for a full body check-up for the teenager. It wasn't for nothing, Jaejoong would never forget the scare he had with Changmin's asthma five years ago, the boy had been 12 then. Jaejoong had received a call at 11am in the morning, during Changmin's school hours. He had been informed that Changmin had gotten into a fight, and had gotten so worked up his asthma had kicked in, leaving him a violent shade of purple. His teacher's had rushed him to the hospital, where Jaejoong had dropped everything and rushed too. He had gotten the scare of his life that day. The doctors had said at that time, that they had nearly lost the boy to asthma, and ever since, Jaejoong took extreme precaution when it came to Changmin and his asthma.
"Hyung!" Hearing a voice call his name, Jaejoong spun around, only to meet the worried gaze of Junsu who had come running down the corridoor.
"Su?!" Both shock and relief falling into line with his features, Jaejoong let his rigid posture slacken as he sunk into a nearby chair, his legs giving way under him. Head still tilted up, held in position wearily, the tired man looked to Junsu, his expression slightly questioning.
"Changmin." That was the one word he spoke as an explanation before the younger man rushed into place, coming to take a seat beside his older cousin. "Hyung...-"
"-...hes back Su." words barely rising above a whisper, Jaejoong let his head fall into his hands. The shock and pain which worry and the rush of the situation had disguised early, finally sinking into him.
"What happened." Letting a arm come to rest on Jaejoong's back, Junsu glanced towards the two rooms along the hallway.
-
"Mr Kim?"
Panic rising in his throat, as the doctor stepped out of the second room, along with his assigned nurse, Jaejoong wrung his hands worriedly, as he spoke, Junsu's hand gliding to come to a rest lightly on his arm for support.
"Yes?" he had managed to croak, his throat feeling parched and wring dry after having just explained the situation to a constantly frowning Junsu whose expression had been caked with worry, flashes of anger - which Jaejoong hadn't noticed flitting in and out.
"Mr Shim is resting now. We've examined him under your request. The muscles around his windpipe had started to contract just now, which almost led to another attack, but we've already injected him with the suitable medication. Other than that, and a few external injuries such as bruises and split skin, Mr Shim is fine. However we would like to keep him over-night, just in case his asthma relapses? His heart rate went up pretty high just now and it is possible that..-"
Cutting off the doctor with a feeble wave of his hand, another bout of relief sinking into him, Jaejoong nodded. He would have insisted Changmin be kept even if they had said it wasn't nescessary.
"Can we go in to see him" Junsu.
"Of course, but he might be slightly lethargic after the medication we administered."
"Thank you Doctor."
"You're welcome."
Glancing at the dissapearing figures of both Doctor and nurse, Junsu glanced towards the older man whose gaze flickered contstantly in high-speed between both doors which were side by side. Watching as Jaejoon'gs gaze lingered on the first door before hitting the second anxiously, with a desperate need, Junsu nudged him lightly in the shoulder towards the second.
"Go, talk to him before he gets knocked out. He's probably worried for you too."
"But Yun...-"
"I'll be here if the Doctor should come out. Go on, Changmin's waiting."
Nodding dumbly at the younger, Jaejoong fumble with the handle on the door of the second room. Shooting a uncomprehendable look towards the first door, he sighed lightly before pushing his way into the second room.
-
"Omma...?" Hearing the teenager's voice soft, and worried, Jaejoong felt his heart twist as he made his way to the side of Changmin's bed, his previous anger fading completely. It really wasn't Changmin's fault for what had just happened. It wasn't anyone's fault, it just had been the wrong place, and the wrong time. All Changmin had been worried about, after all, and angered for, was, well Jaejoong.
"Minnie." Settling himself down gingerly on the side of the teenager's bed, Jaejoong reached up and stroked the younger's hair. pushing it off his forehead. "How are you feeling? Can you breathe properly? Does it hurt? Do you...-"
A weak laugh from the teenager cut his stream of questions off, as a wavery smile slipped onto Changmin's face.
"I'm fine. You worry too much, I'm just tired~" a yawn punctuating the end of his sentence, Changmin's eyes begin to drift close. "Real~~Really. I'm...I~m fine..."
As the teenager's words faded, to give way to a chorus of deep, heavy breathing, Jaejoong stroked the side of his 'child's' face, hands running lightly over the bruises beside his mouth.
-
Park Yoochun had just come from the office. Grey cashmere sweater pulled over a white collared working shirt, he had been in his office, reading new file's on one of his more important cases, when the phone in his office had rang. His secatary had gone home for the day, and he had been left to intercepting his own calls. He had picked up the phone highly annoyed, but had put down the receiver, his face slightly pale, before dropping his work and rushing to the carpark. Yunho was in the hospital, and the staff had gotten his number from a car in Yunho's wallet. He had known his childhood friend, as well as buisness partner had flown back in today, and was planning to drop in on them later tonight, to pay a visit, but now - it looked like his plans had been shifted forward.
Tapping a foot on the ground impatiently as the lift rose, inching its way up the levels in a painfully slow manner, Yoochun glanced at his watch. There had been a jam on the way to the hospital.
As the number 21 finally flashed onto the digital screen, Yoochun mumbled something along the lines of 'about time', as the lift doors slid open. Stepping out with impatience, Yoochun glanced at the signs on the wall. Ward 367, towards his right. Turning sharply, as he rounded the corner, his attention focused on his phone which he had just pulled out of his pocket. Yunho's family needed to know.
-
"...2 ribs slightly cracked, along with external brusing, not much damage to his nose, but he might have strained his neck slightly - we can't determine until he tommorow where we can examine him properly, but the possiblities of anything more than a light strain are low, we've administered more pain medication, so he shouldn't be in much discomfort as of now."
"I see, yes, yes, thank you very much Doctor."
"We'll be back tommorow afternoon to examine him."
"Yes, of course, thank you very much."
Bowing lightly to the bespectacled man, Junsu nodded. In his opinion, Jung Yunho desereved every injury he got. After all, he had done so much more damage 6 years ago, this was nothing, besides it was reversible., injuries would heal, unlike a broken heart which was scarred for life. Snorting slightly at the door on his left, once the Doctor had walked away, Junsu stood, his arms akimbo, resting in his hips as he scowled towards the door. Stupid bastard - as if he hadn't caused enough trouble 6 years ago.
-
Looking up from his phone, Yoochun squinted slightly while tilting his head to a side at the figure that stood, hands on hips, glaring at the door of room 367. Eyebrown shooting up slightly as the shorter man aimed a kick towards the door.
"Excuse me." Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Yoochun wrinkled his nose slightly. It wasn't surprising to find lunatics in the hospital.
-
Whipping around, as a voice interuputed the start of what was supposed to be his little rampage, Junsu's scowl twisted even more.
"What." he snapped, annoyed, his gaze not meeting the stranger's.
-
As the lunatic whipped around, Yoochun felt his jaw slacken, as his mouth dropped open into a small 'o'. He knew that scowling face, even when it was turned up into an expression of annoyance and distaste, it was still one that, to Yoochun, exluded extreme beauty, not to mention sex appeal.
"Kim Junsu?!"