[fic] Chapter 3 - Shelter
Title: Shelter
Author: jadexscandal
Length: Mini series (3/10)
Pairing: JaeSuChun (JaeSu, YooSu)
Rating: R
Themes: Drama, Angst, Tragedy and Romance.
Summary: Even when you want to do everything for the one you love, to perform his last wish, some can’t just bring it up to love someone they hate.
A/N: Another update n____n
Previous: 00.|| 01.|| 02.
Chapter 3
Tobacco and liquor.
His watery eyes stared out of the window, gazing down on the immense sight on the city below. Cigarette in his left hand, glass of vodka in the other.
He didn’t know why he was here, why he wanted to be here and why Yoochun was staring at him the whole time.
“Smoking’s bad for your health, you know.” His voice came out with a hiss. His eyes shifted from Jaejoong to his cigarette and back.
Jaejoong huffed and blew the smoke out of his mouth. “Why would you care about my health, beside, I’m not the only one smoking.”
“I’m reducing.”
“Tsk.. Yeah right.” Jaejoong rolled his eyes and took a zip from his vodka. “Once a chain smoker, always a chain smoker.” The liquor got down his throat and he sighed. “Why the hell did you tell me to stay here?”
“You can’t drive you home.. I’m to o tired.” Yoochun thudded on the couch and kicked his shoes out. “And I’m not letting you out at this time of night.”
Again Jaejoong scoffed. “Like I can’t take care of myself..”
It had been like this for a long time, ever since Jaejoong had seen Yoochun and Junsu kissing on the rooftops their friendship had been over, after a lot of fights and arguments they had enough and decided not to speak each other after again.
Then graduation followed and they all took their own paths.
Jaejoong had never thought he’d ever see them again, well, he was dreaming of seeing Junsu once in a while. But to see Yoochun again, it was like a living nightmare. A stinging pain in his chest told him he felt uncomfortable in his presence, to be at his place wasn’t what he expected, even though Yoochun’s place was kind of fancy. Something he wished for, but never would be able to afford.
Then the words Junsu said recalled.
I always wished that you two would fall in love.
Visiting Junsu in the hospital had been breaking him down even more. After Junsu told them he’d always hoped he and Yoochun would end up together he felt like vomiting, he hadn’t been looking Yoochun in the eyes all this time and wasn’t planning to. How could Junsu wish they’d fall in love, so easily?
Yoochun was a jackass Jaejoong wanted to rip apart and burn to death.
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The next morning Jaejoong felt even crappier than the night before. He'd a headache, couched as a chain smoker and his whole body ached from sleeping on the couch. Of course, Mr Park Asshole didn't have a spare bed.
Even a morning shower didn't refresh him, it only made things worse. He didn't know how Yoochun's shower worked. (“Aish~ Hot hot!” - “Eeep! Fucking freezing in here!~”), he almost slipped on the wet floor (“Aah~.. H-Holy shit...”), and was too lazy to dry and dress himself, so he walked into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his hips.
When Yoochun looked up from his newspaper to greet Jaejoong he cocked his brow. “Why aren't you dressed?”
“Didn't feel like it.” Jaejoong mumbled as he flopped down on a kitchen chair. “I'm hungry~”
“Then make something.”
Jaejoong frowned, clearly not satisfied with that answer. “Shouldn't you treat a guest to breakfast?”
“Which guest?” Yoochun bluntly stated, not even taking the effort to look up from the morning paper. Jaejoong bit on his lip. One day, not today, but once he'd be ready to break his neck or something. Huffing he stood up from the chair and walked to the fridge, pulling out a carton of milk. “You're a bad host, y'know!” “Yeah, I hear that a lot.”
“Maybe then it's time for a change.” Jaejoong huffed. “Oh, I'm sorry, you never change.”
Then, Yoochun lowered his paper. “Ya, can you stop trying to attack me for once? It's really pissing me off!”
“Attacking you? I wouldn't dare to.” Jaejoong sneered back at him while pouring milk and cereal in a bowl. “While others bluntly attack innocent boys I am kind and gentle.”
The stool shoved back on the ground, making a piercing creaking noise. Yoochun had left the room. Jaejoong nibbled on his bottom lip as he got a spoon from the dishwasher, he didn't know why he was so cranky, but he did know that he didn't want to stay under one roof with him any longer.
He'd find himself a hotel room or whatever. He didn't want to be too far away from Junsu, in case things went from bad to worse. Junsu.. His best friend and his first love. He still couldn't understand why someone like him, so bubbly and full of life, could end up with an illness that could mean his end.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping on the sink, his arms and the bowl of cereal. He totally lost his appetite when thinking of him. A wave of emotion struck back at him and he leaned on the cold, wooden cupboard. Was it really too late to save Junsu? Wasn't there any kind of cure that would help Junsu, to change him back to how he was before all trouble happened?
His sobbing echoed through the empty room. He should stop crying, he didn't want Yoochun to find him like this. Quickly he sniffled and dried his tears with the towel. He should get dressed, in about an hour they'd be visiting Junsu again. He didn't want to arrive there as a total wreck.
Even though he actually was.
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He gazed at how Yoochun brought a spoon of rice soup to Junsu's mouth. The latter opened with a loud “Aaah~” and hummed every time the spoon disappeared in there.
He felt nauseated and ignored. He didn't want to look at them but his eyes would easily dart back. All the time he looked at them being all cozy he wanted to walk away, or shout at Yoochun to stop it. He couldn't take this.
“Jae Hyung!” Junsu squeaked, helping Jaejoong out of thought. “Can you give me the napkin, it's over there~”
“.. Sure..” He extended his hand to give Junsu the napkin, but he changed plans right before Junsu touched the soft cloth, he bend closer to wipe away the few grains of rice from his mouth. In return he received a small smile.
“Thank you Hyung~”
“Y-You're welcome..” Jaejoong bit his lip and sat back into the chair next to Junsu's bed. This time he focused his eyes on the ground.
“Chunnie, did Jae Hyung sleep at your place today?”
“Hmmm, he did.”
“And, did you have fun?”
Jaejoong jerked his head to the side, was Junsu for real? How could they been having fun after hearing such terrible news. He waited for Yoochun to answer the question
. “Actually we didn't stay up late.”
A sigh of relief crossed Jaejoong lips, although they'd actually hit the sheets pretty late. He'd been smoking and drinking his sadness away the whole night until the booze started to have a counterattack on him. But how could he tell Junsu something like this? That would break his heart. And that was the last thing Jaejoong wanted to happen.
“Aigo, but you should have fun together okay?” Junsu said. “For me ~”
He could hear Yoochun sigh, it seemed he thought the same way as Jaejoong did. “... We'll try.”
“Yay! Because, I like you guys so much and you don't have to be sad okay?”
Again tears welled up in the corners of Jaejoong's eyes, it was incredible how strong Junsu was. Coping with a illness and yet worrying about his friends. If he was in Junsu shoes he'd easily fade away in agony. But not Junsu, Junsu fought for it, although he already lost the fight.
While Junsu munched on on his rice Jaejoong secretly lifted his head to them a little, so he could see Yoochun. The expression on the man's face was a mixture of relief and sorrow. The string of black hair fell in front of his smooth, pale face as he looked at how Junsu ate. His expression full of love.
A weird feeling crept up in his body, and he didn't know what it meant.
Yoochun is truly concerned...
His hands clenched to fists. No, Yoochun was only here to show his support and to rub him in the face that once he stole the boy´s first kiss. But he saw right through him. Yoochun had never stole Junsu´s heart, he still had a chance.
But if he wasn´t fast he would lose more than just his chance to earn Junsu love.
He´d lose Junsu too.
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Sorry for the delay and the short chapter. Stupid headache ToT. It's almost winter break WOH! So I'll be updating more frequent n____n Hope you'll enjoy this!
Author: jadexscandal
Length: Mini series (3/10)
Pairing: JaeSuChun (JaeSu, YooSu)
Rating: R
Themes: Drama, Angst, Tragedy and Romance.
Summary: Even when you want to do everything for the one you love, to perform his last wish, some can’t just bring it up to love someone they hate.
A/N: Another update n____n
Previous: 00.|| 01.|| 02.
Chapter 3
Tobacco and liquor.
His watery eyes stared out of the window, gazing down on the immense sight on the city below. Cigarette in his left hand, glass of vodka in the other.
He didn’t know why he was here, why he wanted to be here and why Yoochun was staring at him the whole time.
“Smoking’s bad for your health, you know.” His voice came out with a hiss. His eyes shifted from Jaejoong to his cigarette and back.
Jaejoong huffed and blew the smoke out of his mouth. “Why would you care about my health, beside, I’m not the only one smoking.”
“I’m reducing.”
“Tsk.. Yeah right.” Jaejoong rolled his eyes and took a zip from his vodka. “Once a chain smoker, always a chain smoker.” The liquor got down his throat and he sighed. “Why the hell did you tell me to stay here?”
“You can’t drive you home.. I’m to o tired.” Yoochun thudded on the couch and kicked his shoes out. “And I’m not letting you out at this time of night.”
Again Jaejoong scoffed. “Like I can’t take care of myself..”
It had been like this for a long time, ever since Jaejoong had seen Yoochun and Junsu kissing on the rooftops their friendship had been over, after a lot of fights and arguments they had enough and decided not to speak each other after again.
Then graduation followed and they all took their own paths.
Jaejoong had never thought he’d ever see them again, well, he was dreaming of seeing Junsu once in a while. But to see Yoochun again, it was like a living nightmare. A stinging pain in his chest told him he felt uncomfortable in his presence, to be at his place wasn’t what he expected, even though Yoochun’s place was kind of fancy. Something he wished for, but never would be able to afford.
Then the words Junsu said recalled.
I always wished that you two would fall in love.
Visiting Junsu in the hospital had been breaking him down even more. After Junsu told them he’d always hoped he and Yoochun would end up together he felt like vomiting, he hadn’t been looking Yoochun in the eyes all this time and wasn’t planning to. How could Junsu wish they’d fall in love, so easily?
Yoochun was a jackass Jaejoong wanted to rip apart and burn to death.
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The next morning Jaejoong felt even crappier than the night before. He'd a headache, couched as a chain smoker and his whole body ached from sleeping on the couch. Of course, Mr Park Asshole didn't have a spare bed.
Even a morning shower didn't refresh him, it only made things worse. He didn't know how Yoochun's shower worked. (“Aish~ Hot hot!” - “Eeep! Fucking freezing in here!~”), he almost slipped on the wet floor (“Aah~.. H-Holy shit...”), and was too lazy to dry and dress himself, so he walked into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his hips.
When Yoochun looked up from his newspaper to greet Jaejoong he cocked his brow. “Why aren't you dressed?”
“Didn't feel like it.” Jaejoong mumbled as he flopped down on a kitchen chair. “I'm hungry~”
“Then make something.”
Jaejoong frowned, clearly not satisfied with that answer. “Shouldn't you treat a guest to breakfast?”
“Which guest?” Yoochun bluntly stated, not even taking the effort to look up from the morning paper. Jaejoong bit on his lip. One day, not today, but once he'd be ready to break his neck or something. Huffing he stood up from the chair and walked to the fridge, pulling out a carton of milk. “You're a bad host, y'know!” “Yeah, I hear that a lot.”
“Maybe then it's time for a change.” Jaejoong huffed. “Oh, I'm sorry, you never change.”
Then, Yoochun lowered his paper. “Ya, can you stop trying to attack me for once? It's really pissing me off!”
“Attacking you? I wouldn't dare to.” Jaejoong sneered back at him while pouring milk and cereal in a bowl. “While others bluntly attack innocent boys I am kind and gentle.”
The stool shoved back on the ground, making a piercing creaking noise. Yoochun had left the room. Jaejoong nibbled on his bottom lip as he got a spoon from the dishwasher, he didn't know why he was so cranky, but he did know that he didn't want to stay under one roof with him any longer.
He'd find himself a hotel room or whatever. He didn't want to be too far away from Junsu, in case things went from bad to worse. Junsu.. His best friend and his first love. He still couldn't understand why someone like him, so bubbly and full of life, could end up with an illness that could mean his end.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping on the sink, his arms and the bowl of cereal. He totally lost his appetite when thinking of him. A wave of emotion struck back at him and he leaned on the cold, wooden cupboard. Was it really too late to save Junsu? Wasn't there any kind of cure that would help Junsu, to change him back to how he was before all trouble happened?
His sobbing echoed through the empty room. He should stop crying, he didn't want Yoochun to find him like this. Quickly he sniffled and dried his tears with the towel. He should get dressed, in about an hour they'd be visiting Junsu again. He didn't want to arrive there as a total wreck.
Even though he actually was.
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He gazed at how Yoochun brought a spoon of rice soup to Junsu's mouth. The latter opened with a loud “Aaah~” and hummed every time the spoon disappeared in there.
He felt nauseated and ignored. He didn't want to look at them but his eyes would easily dart back. All the time he looked at them being all cozy he wanted to walk away, or shout at Yoochun to stop it. He couldn't take this.
“Jae Hyung!” Junsu squeaked, helping Jaejoong out of thought. “Can you give me the napkin, it's over there~”
“.. Sure..” He extended his hand to give Junsu the napkin, but he changed plans right before Junsu touched the soft cloth, he bend closer to wipe away the few grains of rice from his mouth. In return he received a small smile.
“Thank you Hyung~”
“Y-You're welcome..” Jaejoong bit his lip and sat back into the chair next to Junsu's bed. This time he focused his eyes on the ground.
“Chunnie, did Jae Hyung sleep at your place today?”
“Hmmm, he did.”
“And, did you have fun?”
Jaejoong jerked his head to the side, was Junsu for real? How could they been having fun after hearing such terrible news. He waited for Yoochun to answer the question
. “Actually we didn't stay up late.”
A sigh of relief crossed Jaejoong lips, although they'd actually hit the sheets pretty late. He'd been smoking and drinking his sadness away the whole night until the booze started to have a counterattack on him. But how could he tell Junsu something like this? That would break his heart. And that was the last thing Jaejoong wanted to happen.
“Aigo, but you should have fun together okay?” Junsu said. “For me ~”
He could hear Yoochun sigh, it seemed he thought the same way as Jaejoong did. “... We'll try.”
“Yay! Because, I like you guys so much and you don't have to be sad okay?”
Again tears welled up in the corners of Jaejoong's eyes, it was incredible how strong Junsu was. Coping with a illness and yet worrying about his friends. If he was in Junsu shoes he'd easily fade away in agony. But not Junsu, Junsu fought for it, although he already lost the fight.
While Junsu munched on on his rice Jaejoong secretly lifted his head to them a little, so he could see Yoochun. The expression on the man's face was a mixture of relief and sorrow. The string of black hair fell in front of his smooth, pale face as he looked at how Junsu ate. His expression full of love.
A weird feeling crept up in his body, and he didn't know what it meant.
Yoochun is truly concerned...
His hands clenched to fists. No, Yoochun was only here to show his support and to rub him in the face that once he stole the boy´s first kiss. But he saw right through him. Yoochun had never stole Junsu´s heart, he still had a chance.
But if he wasn´t fast he would lose more than just his chance to earn Junsu love.
He´d lose Junsu too.
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Sorry for the delay and the short chapter. Stupid headache ToT. It's almost winter break WOH! So I'll be updating more frequent n____n Hope you'll enjoy this!