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Title: Don’t Worry About Us
Length: one-shot
Author: Shin Seiryuu (Razra_Eizel)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: major angst
Pairing: none really, but implied Yunjae
Summary: everything was perfect for them, until one accident happened
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the bizarre idea
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A/N: this is a one-shot I wrote while my muse left me. I was inspired to write this after reading “Phone Call”. I am sorry for taking long to update BoS chapter 8 and this story is to make it up to you guys. Enjoy.
Didn’t You Promise to Never Leave Me?
Yunho was standing in front of an arcade, watching as the three younger members of their band ran to and fro excitedly, trying out the games one by one. He let a small chuckle escape his lips as he watched their antics and smiled softly at the sight.
Although it wasn’t official, he took the role of the leader and the father of the band seriously, just like Jaejoong took his role of the band’s mother. He might look burdened at times but he knew he enjoyed it.
“Hyung, let’s go to a restaurant! I’m hungry!” Changmin whined as the three walked back to Yunho after they were tired of playing the games. It was already three hours since they left the apartment and it was past noon.
“Wait, someone’s calling,” Yunho excused himself as he answered his phone. It read Jaejoong on the screen. “Hello?”
“Is this Yunho-shii?” an unfamiliar voice asked from the other end of the line.
Yunho felt his brows crease at the voice. Who was it? He had never heard that voice before, and he knew Jaejoong never let anyone use his cell phone, especially to call him.
“Yes. What’s the matter?” he asked, worry clearly shown on his face as the three other started to worry as well.
“Kim Jaejoong-shii has just died because of blood loss. He was involved in an accident, and is now in Seoul National Hospital.”
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The four burst in through the front door of the hospital and hurried over to the man clad in white standing near the receptionist’s desk. He was looking glum and they knew why.
“So you all are his friends?” he asked tentatively.
“Yes,” Yunho confirmed, and they were led to a small room with a single bed in it.
“He’s inside,” the doctor said calmly as he let the four in. “There’s a problem with Kim-shii, and I thought we should call you guys, since you guys are on his speed dial.”
“What’s the problem?” Yoochun asked out of curiosity.
“You see, he wouldn’t close his eyes.”
Fear, regret and sadness filled Yunho’s entire being. He rushed to Jaejoong’s side and saw him lying motionless on the bed. True enough, his eyes remained open in a blank stare that looked almost eerie. He wasn’t breathing anymore, and though his body was still intact, he had stitches at the back of his head.
“We are sorry we couldn’t help him,” the doctor said regretfully as he walked up to them, bowing slightly. “The ones who brought him here was too late and he died at the front gate of this hospital. They said the motorcycle he was on got hit by a train and he was thrown up a good ten meters before he fell down, cracking his skull open.”
Junsu winced at the graphic gory detail of what happened, but he knew he wanted to know. He wanted to know what had caused his beloved hyung to be taken away from him.
“He lost a lot of blood while he was on the road side, and when he was taken here it was too late,” the doctor finished, and Yunho’s eyes grew wide.
“You mean he was left on the road side!?” he snarled angrily, glaring at the doctor and nearly pulling him up by his collars if not for his three dongsaengs who prevented him from doing so.
“I regret to say it’s true,” the doctor said, clearly expecting this kind of reaction to happen. He himself nearly snapped when he heard of what had happened. “The passerby happened to have the time to take his ring, his earrings, and his other cell phone. The crosses of his earrings were left, however.”
Yunho saw red behind his eyes. He couldn’t believe this and he refused to believe this. Those heartless bastards didn’t even bother to call the hospital!
“Hyung calm down!” Changmin shouted as he restrained Yunho. “This is exactly why Jaejoong-hyung couldn’t rest in peace!”
Those words made him feel as if a thousand bricks were dropped down on his head.
“I’m sorry,” Yunho muttered softly as he turned to look at Jaejoong. “Jae, I love you. We all do. Please, if you can be happy at the other side, don’t worry about us,” he said while trying to hold back his tears.
Junsu was crying behind him while Yoochun consoled him and Changmin bit his lower lip.
“I will take care of the kids for you. I will learn how to cook and make sure they’re well-fed. I will do everything you wanted to, and what we wanted to. So please, be happy,” he finished and this time his tears run down his cheeks freely.
“And we will take care of appa, umma,” Changmin said softly as he held onto Jaejoong’s hand. “Don’t worry about us. You’ve done enough worrying.”
Junsu nodded and Yoochun silently agreed to that.
Finally, Jaejoong’s eyes closed and he looked like he was only sleeping. Only then would Changmin break down, following his three hyungs and the doctor stared at the sympathetically, berating himself for his inability to help them all.
Don’t Worry About Us
This is my ranting so feel free to skip it. This is short, I know, but I’m not made to write angst, and this is an account of what truly happened. I was at the arcade, watching my cousins play when someone suddenly called me and said that my best friend (who we’d dub A) got into an accident. I was still hoping she would recover when another friend messaged me, saying that she had passed away. That was the saddest moment of my life, knowing that I could do nothing for her.
She was crossing a railroad when she got hit. It was her fault for crossing the street even after the warning signal rang and for not wearing a protective helmet, really, but I couldn’t forget how those heartless bastards left her bleeding on the street, finding the time to take one of her two cell phones, taking her necklace (but not taking the cross pendant) and her wallet. She was helped by a pickup driver, but died when she reached the front gate of the hospital (which really wasn’t that far away from the accident’s place).
When she died, she wouldn’t close her eyes. Only when her friends started coming would she close her eyes, and when I saw her, she looked like she was truly only sleeping. Only I knew better. She was a great friend, and she had a lot of friends. I wrote this in memory of her. Sorry for sharing such story, but I wanted to let it out.
Anyway, over with the angst, I promise I’ll make a romance and fluff sequel to this story, inspired by my other fiction work for the Riviera fandom. I’ll post it up soon ^___^