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Summary: private investigator Jung Yunho returned to Japan in search of his childhood love who changed the course of his life, but what if said person had changed one eighty?
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
A/N: chapter four of Senbonzakura. I know I said that this might be put on hold, but I’ve written chapter four and five, so they should be just fine. Enjoy~
Chapter Four - Black Sakura
Ward 1023, Central Hospital, 1600 hours
Yoochun walked into the ward with a heavy sigh. “You’re really a magnet for bad luck, you know?” he commented, taking off his coat. “Maybe I should get you a horseshoe charm or something.”
“Yah, don’t say that,” Yunho protested. “It’s not like I bring bad luck to your house.”
“Yeah, but you do bring it to yourself,” Yoochun retorted, and paused. It was then that he noticed there was another person in the ward aside from them, because the person was very quiet. “Hey...”
“Don’t tell anyone he’s here,” Yunho said quickly, and the man looked down at the floor, avoiding Yoochun’s gaze. “He’s, uh, well, feeling guilty?”
“What did you do this time?” Yoochun asked, sitting down on the stool beside Yunho’s bed, and looked at his left leg that was bandaged. “Did you jump off a cliff?”
“No!” Yunho exclaimed. “I was just-“
“He was saving me from my own stupidity,” the man spoke up finally. “He saved me from getting hit by a truck, but he got his leg muscle twisted.”
“I see,” Yoochun said, and looked at Yunho with a look that said are-you-trying-to-play-hero?
“I think I better go now,” the man said, standing up from his seat hurriedly. “After all I was only asked to stay here until a friend of him comes.”
“Hey, wait-“
“No,” the man said, shaking his head. He walked slowly towards the door of the ward. “Maybe, I was the one who brings bad luck to everyone around me.”
“And maybe,” he added before Yunho had the chance to deny it, “I am the one black and shriveled up, and I see them like that out of envy.”
He turned the knob and was about to step out, but stopped when he heard a loud thud.
“Yunho!” Yoochun shouted. “What do you think you’re doing!?”
The man turned back around, and saw Yoochun trying to help Yunho stand up from the floor where he fell. “Why?” he asked, taking steps backward as Yunho walked forward, first helped by Yoochun, but then he walked himself, supporting himself with the wall. “Why are you trying so hard?” he asked again, swallowing hard. “Why do you care so much!?”
Yunho grabbed the man’s hand, preventing him from escaping. “You... do you really think I would give up just like that?” Yunho asked, pulling the man closer to himself. “Will you give up when you’ve finally found the one you’ve been searching for, and dedicating your life to, the past fifteen years of your life?”
Tears streamed down the man’s eyes, and Yoochun could only stand still by the side, watching as Yunho pulled the smaller man into his embrace in hopes of consoling him, for fear he would destroy the moment.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Yoochun’s Car, Highway, 1800 hours
Yoochun drove silently, once in a while peeking at the backseat through the rearview mirror. They had spent almost two hours trying to convince the doctors that it was okay to let Yunho go home and recover by himself. They finally agreed after he promised to take Yunho to the hospital fortnightly for a periodic checkup.
Why was he peeking at the backseat then? Because Yunho was sitting at the backseat.
Why was Yunho sitting at the backseat? Because the man was there with him.
“Your name,” Yunho said suddenly, and Yoochun nearly ran into a pole in surprise.
The smaller man looked up at him. “What?”
“What’s your name?” Yunho asked, elaborating the question slightly. “You don’t want to be called Sakura, right? Then what’s your name?”
“I-“ the man choked slightly, and paused. “I don’t mind if it’s you,” he mumbled softly. “Maybe... you can restore the image of sakura in my heart.”
“Okay,” Yunho said, nodding. “I still need to know your name though. It’s funny to not know the name of the person you’re living with.”
The man looked up at him in surprise. “Since when are we living together?”
“Since now,” Yunho said simply. “We’re going to get my things, and I’m moving to your place.”
“Why?” the man asked again, frowning.
“Because I want to.” Yunho shrugged. “So, what’s your name?”
“You won’t take no, will you?” the man sighed. “My name is Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.”
“You know me well,” Yunho said. “Right, Jaejoong-shii, Sakura-chan. I will take care of you from today onwards. My name is Jung Yunho. Nice to meet you.”
And for once, after a very long time, Jaejoong was able to smile at an ex-police officer.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Guest Room, Jaejoong’s Apartment, 2000 hours
“This will be your room for now,” Jaejoong said as he showed Yunho to the guest room. “The bigger guest room is used as a storeroom, so you can’t stay there.”
“Okay,” Yunho said as he dragged his baggage with him, and put it near the dresser. “Why do you live here?”
“I don’t know,” Jaejoong said. “It was the only one available at that time, so...”
“Okay, then let me rephrase my question,” Yunho said with a sigh. “Why did you move out of your house?”
“Because...” Jaejoong paused, frowning. “Because I feel like it. Is that so wrong?”
Yunho looked at him, and smiled. “You’re so cute, Sakura-chan,” he commented, unzipping his bag and taking out his clothes. “If you’re not ready to tell, just say so. It’s not like I’m going to force you to say it.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Could’ve fooled me.”
Yunho pointedly ignored Jaejoong’s comment. “Do you want to give me a hand?”
“No, I don’t like unpacking,” Jaejoong said. “I’ll just go to the kitchen and make some dinner. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
“As you wish, then,” Yunho said, and when Jaejoong was out of his room, he quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket, answering the incoming call. He was glad he put it on silent mode, because he didn’t want Jaejoong to overhear this conversation.
“Yes?”
“You really should thank me by treating me to something fancy.”
Yunho grinned. “Whatever you say, Chun. When do I start?”
“Early tomorrow morning. You really seem to attract bad luck, though.”
“Why?”
“Murders, again.”
“I see. At least I’ll get my hands on some inside information.”
“Whatever. I’ll be going now. Come visit us sometimes.”
“Sure. See you.”
Yunho hung up, and couldn’t help himself. He grinned widely, excitement bubbling through his entire being, and he tried his best to keep himself from jumping around the room in joy, because it surely would attract Jaejoong’s attention.
Then again, sooner or later, he would have to tell him anyway.
“Sakura-chan~ I’m hungry!”
“Shut up!”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Living Room, Jaejoong’s Apartment, 2200 hours
Yunho sat on the plush dark blue couch, a bowl of popcorn in hand. His eyes were glued on the television screen, and his hand reached blindly for the popcorn, before putting them in his mouth.
“That’s not healthy,” Jaejoong commented as he joined Yunho on the couch. “And what are you watching anyway?” he asked.
Years of living alone had made him crave for attention and contact. After Yunho promised not to tell his whereabouts to anyone in the ward, he had grown to put his trust in him.
“You should try some of the unhealthy things this world has to offer. They’re delicious,” Yunho said, stuffing some popcorn into Jaejoong’s mouth when he was least suspecting it. “It’s titled Fireproof. Good movie.”
Jaejoong slapped Yunho’s hand away and grudgingly chewed on the popcorn. “What is it about?”
“A man trying to save his marriage,” Yunho said. “Will you tell me why you hate the police so much?”
“How do you change the topic so quickly?” Jaejoong asked, reaching out for some more popcorn. “I hate them... because they made me lose the things I held dear.”
“Oh,” Yunho mumbled, and continued watching the movie.
“Aren’t you going to ask more?” Jaejoong asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
“No,” Yunho replied easily. “You’re not ready to tell.”
Jaejoong fell silent, and for a second, Yunho was afraid he had made the man upset, but seconds later, a head was leaning on his shoulder, and he relaxed.
“Don’t you dare disappear on me.”
Yunho smiled.
“Not even if I want to.”
End of Chapter Four
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
A/N: chapter four of Senbonzakura. I know I said that this might be put on hold, but I’ve written chapter four and five, so they should be just fine. Enjoy~
Chapter Four - Black Sakura
Ward 1023, Central Hospital, 1600 hours
Yoochun walked into the ward with a heavy sigh. “You’re really a magnet for bad luck, you know?” he commented, taking off his coat. “Maybe I should get you a horseshoe charm or something.”
“Yah, don’t say that,” Yunho protested. “It’s not like I bring bad luck to your house.”
“Yeah, but you do bring it to yourself,” Yoochun retorted, and paused. It was then that he noticed there was another person in the ward aside from them, because the person was very quiet. “Hey...”
“Don’t tell anyone he’s here,” Yunho said quickly, and the man looked down at the floor, avoiding Yoochun’s gaze. “He’s, uh, well, feeling guilty?”
“What did you do this time?” Yoochun asked, sitting down on the stool beside Yunho’s bed, and looked at his left leg that was bandaged. “Did you jump off a cliff?”
“No!” Yunho exclaimed. “I was just-“
“He was saving me from my own stupidity,” the man spoke up finally. “He saved me from getting hit by a truck, but he got his leg muscle twisted.”
“I see,” Yoochun said, and looked at Yunho with a look that said are-you-trying-to-play-hero?
“I think I better go now,” the man said, standing up from his seat hurriedly. “After all I was only asked to stay here until a friend of him comes.”
“Hey, wait-“
“No,” the man said, shaking his head. He walked slowly towards the door of the ward. “Maybe, I was the one who brings bad luck to everyone around me.”
“And maybe,” he added before Yunho had the chance to deny it, “I am the one black and shriveled up, and I see them like that out of envy.”
He turned the knob and was about to step out, but stopped when he heard a loud thud.
“Yunho!” Yoochun shouted. “What do you think you’re doing!?”
The man turned back around, and saw Yoochun trying to help Yunho stand up from the floor where he fell. “Why?” he asked, taking steps backward as Yunho walked forward, first helped by Yoochun, but then he walked himself, supporting himself with the wall. “Why are you trying so hard?” he asked again, swallowing hard. “Why do you care so much!?”
Yunho grabbed the man’s hand, preventing him from escaping. “You... do you really think I would give up just like that?” Yunho asked, pulling the man closer to himself. “Will you give up when you’ve finally found the one you’ve been searching for, and dedicating your life to, the past fifteen years of your life?”
Tears streamed down the man’s eyes, and Yoochun could only stand still by the side, watching as Yunho pulled the smaller man into his embrace in hopes of consoling him, for fear he would destroy the moment.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Yoochun’s Car, Highway, 1800 hours
Yoochun drove silently, once in a while peeking at the backseat through the rearview mirror. They had spent almost two hours trying to convince the doctors that it was okay to let Yunho go home and recover by himself. They finally agreed after he promised to take Yunho to the hospital fortnightly for a periodic checkup.
Why was he peeking at the backseat then? Because Yunho was sitting at the backseat.
Why was Yunho sitting at the backseat? Because the man was there with him.
“Your name,” Yunho said suddenly, and Yoochun nearly ran into a pole in surprise.
The smaller man looked up at him. “What?”
“What’s your name?” Yunho asked, elaborating the question slightly. “You don’t want to be called Sakura, right? Then what’s your name?”
“I-“ the man choked slightly, and paused. “I don’t mind if it’s you,” he mumbled softly. “Maybe... you can restore the image of sakura in my heart.”
“Okay,” Yunho said, nodding. “I still need to know your name though. It’s funny to not know the name of the person you’re living with.”
The man looked up at him in surprise. “Since when are we living together?”
“Since now,” Yunho said simply. “We’re going to get my things, and I’m moving to your place.”
“Why?” the man asked again, frowning.
“Because I want to.” Yunho shrugged. “So, what’s your name?”
“You won’t take no, will you?” the man sighed. “My name is Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.”
“You know me well,” Yunho said. “Right, Jaejoong-shii, Sakura-chan. I will take care of you from today onwards. My name is Jung Yunho. Nice to meet you.”
And for once, after a very long time, Jaejoong was able to smile at an ex-police officer.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Guest Room, Jaejoong’s Apartment, 2000 hours
“This will be your room for now,” Jaejoong said as he showed Yunho to the guest room. “The bigger guest room is used as a storeroom, so you can’t stay there.”
“Okay,” Yunho said as he dragged his baggage with him, and put it near the dresser. “Why do you live here?”
“I don’t know,” Jaejoong said. “It was the only one available at that time, so...”
“Okay, then let me rephrase my question,” Yunho said with a sigh. “Why did you move out of your house?”
“Because...” Jaejoong paused, frowning. “Because I feel like it. Is that so wrong?”
Yunho looked at him, and smiled. “You’re so cute, Sakura-chan,” he commented, unzipping his bag and taking out his clothes. “If you’re not ready to tell, just say so. It’s not like I’m going to force you to say it.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Could’ve fooled me.”
Yunho pointedly ignored Jaejoong’s comment. “Do you want to give me a hand?”
“No, I don’t like unpacking,” Jaejoong said. “I’ll just go to the kitchen and make some dinner. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
“As you wish, then,” Yunho said, and when Jaejoong was out of his room, he quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket, answering the incoming call. He was glad he put it on silent mode, because he didn’t want Jaejoong to overhear this conversation.
“Yes?”
“You really should thank me by treating me to something fancy.”
Yunho grinned. “Whatever you say, Chun. When do I start?”
“Early tomorrow morning. You really seem to attract bad luck, though.”
“Why?”
“Murders, again.”
“I see. At least I’ll get my hands on some inside information.”
“Whatever. I’ll be going now. Come visit us sometimes.”
“Sure. See you.”
Yunho hung up, and couldn’t help himself. He grinned widely, excitement bubbling through his entire being, and he tried his best to keep himself from jumping around the room in joy, because it surely would attract Jaejoong’s attention.
Then again, sooner or later, he would have to tell him anyway.
“Sakura-chan~ I’m hungry!”
“Shut up!”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Living Room, Jaejoong’s Apartment, 2200 hours
Yunho sat on the plush dark blue couch, a bowl of popcorn in hand. His eyes were glued on the television screen, and his hand reached blindly for the popcorn, before putting them in his mouth.
“That’s not healthy,” Jaejoong commented as he joined Yunho on the couch. “And what are you watching anyway?” he asked.
Years of living alone had made him crave for attention and contact. After Yunho promised not to tell his whereabouts to anyone in the ward, he had grown to put his trust in him.
“You should try some of the unhealthy things this world has to offer. They’re delicious,” Yunho said, stuffing some popcorn into Jaejoong’s mouth when he was least suspecting it. “It’s titled Fireproof. Good movie.”
Jaejoong slapped Yunho’s hand away and grudgingly chewed on the popcorn. “What is it about?”
“A man trying to save his marriage,” Yunho said. “Will you tell me why you hate the police so much?”
“How do you change the topic so quickly?” Jaejoong asked, reaching out for some more popcorn. “I hate them... because they made me lose the things I held dear.”
“Oh,” Yunho mumbled, and continued watching the movie.
“Aren’t you going to ask more?” Jaejoong asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
“No,” Yunho replied easily. “You’re not ready to tell.”
Jaejoong fell silent, and for a second, Yunho was afraid he had made the man upset, but seconds later, a head was leaning on his shoulder, and he relaxed.
“Don’t you dare disappear on me.”
Yunho smiled.
“Not even if I want to.”
End of Chapter Four