Unreachable [Chapter 4/?]
Title: Unreachable
Rating: PG || Genre: Romance/Drama || Status: On-Going || Chapters: 4/?
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...
Looking at Yoochun, I could tell there was something bothering him.
“Hey Yoochun, is something bothering you?” I asked him
“No, why do you ask?”
“You are so quiet. More than usual.”
“I’m studying, Junsu.” He said, not even looking at me. I insisted, of course.
“Studying what?” I asked, while I put my head over his shoulder “Oh! Yoochun, that result is wrong.”
“Where?”
“Here. It should be minus twelve.” I pointed out at the scribbled math equation on the notebook.
“Why?”
There I was, thinking that I was wrong for pointing out his mistake when he suddenly showed me an innocent side of him and allowed me to explain what he didn't understand.
At that time, I thought that maybe I could learn how to be more sensitive from him.
On the next morning though, he left early again. Damn! Why was he so anti-social towards his own brother?
A few months later, he started having some serious monetary problems or should I say that his allowance would disappear faster than a piece of cheese in a mouse hole. He tried asking our parents, having a new excuse everyday but when he ran out of them, I could see that he looked troubled.
“Then don’t tell me you are addicted to someth-”
“Moooom!! It’s nothing like that, okay? If you don’t want to give me any more money, just say so.”
I managed to hear part of the argue his mother was having with him and I saw how he left the room, with his mother still yelling at him.
“I’ll talk to him” I said, and followed Yoochun
When we got to our room I went straight to him “Hey, Yoochun, what’s up? Are you having problems?”
“No, it’s nothing” I hated when he lied to me when it was obvious that he was upset.
“C’mon, you can tell me. It’s a girl, right?”
“What? Where did you get that idea?”
I walked in circle for awhile, pressing my hand against my chin “Well, it’s simple: you leave early everyday to go to school, but you arrive later than I do, then you start spending all of your money when you always wanted to save it no matter what and you don’t tell anyone what is going on. It’s obvious.”
He looked at me like I was an idiot after that.
“Junsu…”
“If you want to, I can lend you some money. You can pay me later. I’m sure you want to buy her something, right?”
“Junsu, there is NO girl. Just leave me alone!” He shouted.
Hey! My intentions were good so why was he so pissed of?
I decided that he was definitely acting weird and that I had to find out what was really going on and so, on the next morning, I started following him around. At the end of the day I saw him make a detour and meeting the local gangsters. Yoochun was not a guy that would meet such people so there was definitely something wrong going on.
I confirmed my suspitions when I saw the taller guy taking the wallet from his bag and throwing it to the ground, probably because he did not find what he wanted.
That idiot was being robbed and bullied all along…
Given the fact that I was far from them, I could not hear what they said, but it would not take long before they started beating him up. I waited to see if he could react to them, but to no avail and so I decided to go there, but they suddenly stopped and one of them put a hand into Yoochun’s pocket and took out his cellphone. They left afterwards.
Yoochun was on the floor for a long time, probably beacause after getting hit so many times he was having a hard time moving at all. After making sure he would be able to go home like that, I took a shortcut so that I could arrive first and after getting to our room, I turned the tv on so that I could pretend I was doing something and not paying any attention to him.
“Welcome home” I greeted him, looking at Yoochun for a few seconds “So? Did it go well?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Didn’t you have an emergency of some sort? Wasn’t that the reason you needed the money yeasterday? Did you solve it?”
“Sort of. I’m going to take a bath now.”
“Sure. Oh, by the way, can you lend me your cellphone? I don’t have money on mine and I need to make a phone call.” I just wanted to test him, really.
“I’m sorry but I don’t have it with me. I lost it. Mianen.”
So he was going to lie…
“Where did you loose it? Did you look for it?” I kept pushing him though.
“I don’t know, Junsu. I just lost it. Now let me go and take a bath, okay?”
He didn’t say another word and got in the bathroom. He was such a bad liar. Anyone could see that he was nervous as soon as I asked for his cellphone.
I really didn’t know why was he trying to hide it from me. Was it shame or lack of trust? Did I made him uncompfortable? I honestly could not figure that out.
After finishing his bath, he left the bathroom and headed to his bed, throwing his body on top of it.
“Junsu, can you lower the volume of the tv please?”
“Sure.” I did what he told me and after that, I heard our mother calling us for dinner. Yoochun made a disgrunted sound, telling me that he was not hungry and I left the room.
When I got back, he was sleeping.
I saved him half of my dinner so that he could eat later if he wanted to, but didn’t have the courage to wake him up. After all, he had a rough day.
I put down the plate on top of my desk and carefully so that I wouldn’t wake him up, I went to his bed and I pulled his sheets back for a bit, as well as part od his shirt so that I could see his wounds.
His back and sides were all red and his legs were covered in cuts and bruises. It was not surprising that he could hardly walk like that.
I decided that I was going to solve things for him and take the part as his protector - which was not really meant to be fulfilled by me, but that would give me great pleasure given the fact that I felt like I had the duty of protecting him from anything.
The morning after, I got up early and told him that we were going to school together. He tried to make me give up on the idea, but he was not able to.
After a quiet morning, I purpously left school early than him and I managed to get a hold at the guys I was looking for.
“Yo! Care to have a little conversation with me?” I asked the seemingly gang leader.
“Do I know you?”
“Not yet, but I think you know my brother. Know him well enough to steal from him everyday and kick his ass.”
He smirked “And who is your little brother? I know many people.”
“Well, maybe you messed with the wrong guy this time.”
Laughing, he looked at me and narrowed his eyes “Are you here to take revenge for him or to pay me his share?”
“You wouldn’t be able to take a single penny from me even if I was blindfolded you prick!”
After a few more insults, I got down to business and started kicking some serious gangster ass. Since they dared to hit Yoochun, I was not going easy on them.
It was quick and surprisingly fun.
After the beating they got, I bet they would not dare showing their faces again and so, I also got my chance to get what they had taken from Yoochun the last time they found him.
Yoochun got home earlier, since there was no one to bully him now and got into the room. I noticed he looked around, probably looking for me so I got out from where I was and greeted him. He got a scare.
“Mianen” I said and started folding my school uniform, trying to distract myself.
“I didn’t see you after class. Did you come straight home?”
I nodded
“I thought you wanted to come with me.”
I looked at him then and smilled slightly “You don’t like me to follow you around.”
He chuckled and I could see he was trying to search for his words. “See? Now you got it.” He said.
He was annoying me. It was kind of obvious that I was troubled with something, but he would not ask me directly what was happening. He was never straight forward and that irritated me.
“Yes, you are right, hyung” I agreed, putting my arm around his shoulders and looking at him “I cannot depend on you always, right?” I smiled then and gave him a slap in the back, hurting him ou purpose “And more importantly I can’t do that when you don’t trust me at all.”
It was bothering me so I said what came to my mind at the time. Seeing that he didn’t understand where I was getting at, I put my red and swelled hand on my pocket and took out his cellphone that I retrieved from those punks, throwing it to his bed. I put my hands back inside my jacket’s pocket and just looked at him.
“I found it today by chance. Now you don’t have to worry again”
I left the room afterwards and I know he must have had trouble trying to figure out what had happen, but he was not such an idiot to not realize that I must’ve made something specially because he knew he had lied to me about losing his cellphone. He would end up putting together the puzzles pieces somehow.
He didn’t ask a thing about what happened or not, yet he came to our club the next day, introducing himself as a new member.
I guess something must have changed after all.
Year of 2002 - “Adolescence and the world of porn”
Kim Junsu, 16 years old, height: 1,74m. For some reason, I think that the fact that Yoochun made it to be as tall as me got him very happy. I had never realized it before, but now that I think about it, I think he was slightly obsessed about being shorter than his younger brother.
At the age of sixteen, I was a brilliant athlete and an intelectual genious. My popularity had grown considerably like Yoochuns’, wich meant that if we got together, we would atract every female student and something that got me very interested were group dates since I had never gone on one. Actually Yoochun defined them as “the way that a group of teenagers that could not go to night clubs or drink feely would find to organize dates between boys and girls. The parents would innocently think that their sons and daughters were having fun at a karaoke room or at a friend’s place - which was true so far but of course that it involved someone who could secretly get a few bottles of “sour drinks” and surely involves the multiplication of pheromones…”
He was so exaggerated…
Of course that after having completely old-fashioned ideas about group dates, he would read porn magazines and thought he was good at hidding it.
“What do you have there?” I asked, innocently.
“Nothing!” He said, obviously surprised that I showed up.
“Let me see!”
“No. You’re not old enough to see these things.”
“I am as old as you are. Now let me see!”
He tried to hide it, but I snatched the magazine and pushed him aside “Ohh… this is some interesting reading…”
“There’s not much to read actually.” I looked at him for a second.
“You are so right! This is more like a visual reading! Where did you get it?”
“I bought it. Stucked it in the middle of the other magazines so the cashier did not notice it.” He sat on his chair, and I looked at him not knowing if I should think highly of his ‘accomplishment’ or not. I decided on the first option.
“Now you steal porn? Either way, nice technique. You should have brought one for me too”
“Care to give it back? We are going to be in trouble if-”
“Yoochun, honey what ar-”
Yoochun’s mother sure had a gift: like her son, she was able to show up at the most inconvenient moment! Of course I hided the magazine behibd my back as quickly as possible, but that is also the dumbest thing that a teenager can do because the following question is bound to be:
“Junsu, what do you have behind your back?”
“Nothing! I mean, it’s just a book.” I said, nervously.
“Can I see it?”
“Mom, you don’t want to see it, trust me.” I said, trying to dissuade her, but failing.
I let out a sigh and gave her the magazine.
Yes, she saw it… and she was shocked, but tried not to let it show too much. I looked at her, innocently and I guess it worked, because she reprimended Yoochun instead.
Well, his mind was indeed more perverted than mine.
After all that, he told me a few days later that my father had a ‘conversation’ with him and I knew exactly what that conversation was about because I had experienced the same before. After accidentaly seeing me put my bed sheets in the washing machine one day, he had a ‘conversation’ with me and it also ended with a package of condoms in my hand. Yoochun’s condoms were coloured though.
Why did he get coloured condoms and I didn’t?
As if going through a ‘special’ phase of our adolescence and the embarrassing situations that our parents made us go through was not enough, there was the fact that we had to deal with the fact that our bedroom’s door did not have a key which meant that anyone could go in there and see something that shouldn’t be seen.
That was exactly what happened when I got in one day and saw Yoochun with his hand inside his pants…
However, even more embarassing than that is the fact that that image won’t leave your head, making you do the same thing, in the middle of the night, but forgetting to keep silent.
Apparently I woke up Yoochun, given the fact that he kicked my bed’s mattress, scaring the hell out of me.
“Yah!” I whispered “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I can understand how you feel, but can you at least do that in the bathroom?”
That was embarrassing. Eventhough I didn’t gave it away and peeped from my bed, looking at him with my most innocent eyes and smiled “Do what?”
“Talk with your friend. You’re too noisy.”
I decided to get out of bed, forgetting to use the stairs to get to the floor and trying to pretend that hitting with my feet so hard on the floor didn’t hurt me. He looked at me.
“What?” he asked, obviously disturbed.
“I lost my concentration.” I said, and left to the bathroom, closing the door immediately.
That was SO embarassing! Why did he have to wake up anyway?
I definitely needed something to distract me.
A/N: Took a little, but here it is: Chapter 4 and Junsu's POV. I decided to make a schedulle for posting the chapters, so that the flow won't be lost, so watch out for fridays, because that's when I'll be posting the "main chapters"; Junsu's POV chapters will be posted on Sundays, so that the time between POV's is closer. So, friday and sunday are posting days for "Unreachable"now, 'kay?
Now, sweeties, feel free to tell me what 'ya think about the chappie ^_^