Unreachable [Chapter 2/?]
Title: Unreachable
Rating: PG || Genre: Romance/Drama || Status: On-Going || Chapters: 2/?
Pairing(s): YooSu
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Basic Synopsis: Yoochun and Junsu's lives get entangled the moment their parents decide to marry each other. Yoochun is older, shorter and not cool at all. Junsu is younger, taller and overly cool. For Yoochun, his "brother" is perfect and that is annoying. For Junsu, Yoochun is perfect in his own way.
Sometimes, looking for something won't let you see what is already there...
One day, a few years ago, I told you that to me you were like an icecream. Of course you didn’t like that comparison, probably because you thought that I was mocking you for telling me that I was like the sea.
Your expression changed as soon as I explained why you made me think like that: "It’s simple: it makes me happy!”
You didn’t reply, although I expected you to even if it was just a sentence, but you have never given me fake hopes.
Actually, you never gave me hope, period.
Year of 1997 - “Penguins on the loose”
Kim Junsu, 11 years old, height: 1,55m and at that moment, bored to death.
My father told me that I would enjoy the afternoon, that I wouldn’t get bored. Lies. Fortunately I had my headphones and could distract myself while waiting inside that boring restaurant.
My father looked at me disaprovingly when I left my room in the morning. Blue jeans, white t-shirt on top of a long sleeved black shirt, worn out tennis shoes and ruffled hair. I was forced to comb my hair and getting a pair of shoes that were not ripped or dirty.
I liked my style! It was the beginning of a rebellious phase and definitelly a personal statement… My father didn’t think like that though. Geez, why did I have a father that wouldn’t understand me?
Of course that the fact that I should look presentable was solely because I was meeting my new ‘mom’ and his son:
Park Yoochun, 11 years old; dressed like an eleven year old kid who thinks that he’s six or that doesn’t leave the house since then. I mean… penguins printed on a shirt?
The kid was so embarrassing that I felt bad for breathing the same air as him.
He was obviously embarrassed, but still he streched out his hand. I was an educated person so of course I shook his hand, doing my best to smile.
“Nice shirt” I told him and he looked at me clearly annoyed. I thought there was no way I was going to get along with him.
Year of 1998 - “New Family”
Kim Junsu, 12 years old, height: 1,61m - yes, I was really tall for my age - family: dad, not understanding at all as always, new “mother” and new brother - older, shorter, embarrassing beyond belief.
After one year with them, things had changed. At last there was a feeling of ‘family’ inside the house and my dad was way happier than before. I even allowed my hyung to see my happy self. Eventhough he was still a dork, he was definitely making an effort to be more normal and he finally got rid of his embarassing clothes.
If I recall correctly, he thought of making a fire with them, but in the end he gave those to our neighbours that had nothing better to do than making babies. I swear that every week there was a new child in that house.
Maybe Yoochun was making a good deed, but who in the world dresses their child with those things? I was sorry for them…
Me, on the other side, needed to renew my wardrobe and I ended up doing my good deed by giving my brother what I didn’t want. Since I was taller, my clothes fitted him almost perfectly.
The other thing that changed was the fact that I was sharing my room with him. What my father told me was that we were supposed to share the same room because we needed to strenghten our family bonding.
Bullshit! There were no more rooms available in the house, that’s why.
My room was slightly changed as my single bed disappeared and my dad brought a bunker. I was pleased with the idea, actually. Bunk beds were fun.
Despite me being happy, I don’t think Yoochun shared the same feeling and sharing one room was definitely not what he had in mind.
Year of 1999 - “Sharing one room”
Kim Junsu, 13 years old, height: 1,65m. There were also changes this year.
My dad got married to Yoochun’s mother after the divorce process between my dad and mom was over, which made them wait two years until they married at last. Two months later, we moved into another house, near the centre of the city. My dad told me that the house would be way bigger than our previous one, but one again he was exagerating. This house would be bigger for like one square meter and Yoochun was still not getting his so desired single bedroom.
“Why don’t you like our new bedroom? It’s bigger than the previous one we had.” I said.
“The word ‘our’ annoys me in that sentence, you know? Wouldn’t you like having your own room?”
“Why?” I was actually okay with it, so I really didn’t get his point.
“Privacy maybe?”
“Isn’t that just an excuse for you to be distant from us? Why do you need privacy in a family?”
Excuse me, but was I being unreasonable here? Why couldn’t he just shut up and accept that we were sharing a room for a LONG time?
“I don’t want to be distant, I just want a room for me. Why is it that weird?”
It was weird to me and I did not understand him. I didn’t want to actually.
He was weird. Either that or he was just playing his part as an individualist because I refused to think about the idea that he could not like me.
He was actually too serious and I often tried to light the mood, but he would just ignore me or look at me like my efforts to make his life a little happier bothered him to no end.
It was so frustrating having a brother like that…
Year of 2000 - “A good reason to kick his ass”
Kim Junsu, 14 years old, height: 1,66m. There was a bright future coming along, I knew it. As time went by, there was no traces of puberty making her way into my life, unlike my brother that was slowly getting crazy from being attacked by pimples that made him stay home as often as he could. So what? A couple of pimples never hurt anyone…
Okay, so I am being utterly nice here… THOSE were scary.
Unlike little bear Yoochun that would hibernate to see if his puberty would go away faster, I decided to join the taekwondo club. I was slowly making my way into being a popular kid at school and at the same time I would get athletic, keep being sociable and learn how to fight.
Despite my efforts to make Yoochun get into the club, I was unsuccessful.
“Why not?” I asked
“Because.”
“Is there any other reason?” I crossed my arms and looked forward his brilliant answer.
“Yes. I don’t feel like it. Is that enough?”
I sighed “Wouldn’t it be fun to do something together? Besides, you are always saying that you want to do some exercise. It’ll help you develop more.”
“Are you implying something?” he asked, while eying me strangely and I just smirked.
“Aren’t you embarassed of being skinny and short while your younger brother is tall and well build?”
“I am going to grow up, don’t worry and you are not well build, you are… disproportionate!”
Disproportionate?! Where exactly did he saw any disproportion? I wondered if he knew what the word meant though, but then again I remembered the fact that he was a truly complexed teenager, so I decided to ignore his stupid comment.
It was a lie anyways.
I remember that on that same year, his mother sugested that he changed his name from ‘Park’ to ‘Kim’ but he refused to do so. I didn’t know why. We belonged to the same family so why wouldn’t we have the same surname?
“Don’t you like ‘Kim’? I think it suits you: Kim Yoochun”
“I have said what I had to say about this matter. Why do you have to insist also?” he looked trouble to be talking about the matter but still I insisted.
“If we are a family, it’s only natural for us to have the same last name. Don’t you feel weird when we introduce ourselves as brothers but have a different surname?”
“No.” He said “You are the one who cares about those things.” Maybe, but not in a bad way though.
“I wouldn’t care if it was the other way around. It would be fun: Park Junsu. I don’t know why you have so many issues with it.”
“Maybe because unlike what happened to you, my father died and did not leave home to go with some stranger to whom he had an affair for five years, like your mom. Why should I change my name then?”
I hated his guts for what he said then. I knew what had happen, I didn’t need an idiot like him to remind me, so I clenched my fist and I hitted him as hard as I could.
He probably realized that he was being an asshole and appologized at once but I could not even look at him straight.
For three weeks I didn’t talk to him.
Year of 2001 - “ Protecting him all the way”
Kim Junsu, 15 years old, height: 1,69m. Puberty finally got a hold of me and my voice changed. Not into a masculine one, much on the contrary because I started loosing it but with a little effort, I made it come back although it’s tone was awful and made me think I sounded like a very hoarse dolphin. That’s what I got for teasing Yoochun about his pimples. He was the one who got the perfect voice. Kind of sexy even.
He was taken aback when I told him his tone was perfect, but did not say a word. Of course that he restrained himself from talking about my perfectly ridiculous voice.
That year, there was a huge change in our highschool and many new students got in, including some that came from less than acceptable families. ‘Human trash’ basically. Morons that had nothing to do and that even if they had, would be too lazy for it. No, I was not discriminating but who could ever blame me for stelling the truth? There are people that is just not worth it.
The guys would spend whole afternoons leaning against a wall, waiting for some idiot to bully.
Gangster stories apart, I was more disgrunted with the fact that Yoochun would not wait for me in the mornings. He would always leave first, leaving me behind. There goes my loving hyung…
For some odd reason though he would always get to school after me.
At home, he would not let anyone know about this and I started thinking that maybe he was involved with something bad but then again… how could that guy get into something bad? It would probably go the other way around and he would be a victim faster that he would ever be a bad guy.
Besides, Yoochun was the kind of guy that thought that being someone’s ‘hyung’ meant that he had to be responsible for everything and that he had to help his little brother - me - with the things that he could not do.
The thing was that I didn’t need that. It’s not that I was perfect, but what kind of problems could I ever have when I was only fifteen?
I think that most of time he blamed me for not letting him be a ‘true older brother’ and some other times I would feel that he just plain hated me.
It hurt to think that he might though.
A/N: Okay, I know I said that the chapters would be longer, but I made a change of plans. I was supposed to post Yoochun's POV first and then Junsu's, but I thought that I should post one chapter with Yoochun's POV and the next on Junsu's POV. It's easier to follow this way.
A word of warning though: yes, those dialogues are the same, you read at Yoochun's POV on the 1st chapter, because it's the same situation, but having Junsu as the narrator. Might be a little boring, but I think it's good to see both sides.
Anyway, tell me what you think. Comments make me update faster ^^