[FIC] Hanging By A Moment 1/?
Title: Hanging By A Moment
Author: haruno
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong, Yunho/Changmin
Rating: PG-15, NC-17 for some parts and possibly future chapters
Genre: romance, angst, crack, fluff
Warning(s): violence, some language, mentions of harassment and rape, some bullying
Length: 1/?
A/N 1: i'm back and with YooSu! i know i've only ever written YunJae and YooMin... but i have written YooSu before... albeit they were always minor characters... so this is what i've come up with. this fic was based on, inspired by and adapted from MARS --> first and foremost a manga and then it was adapted into a taiwanese drama starring Vic Zhou & Barbie Xu. the general plot, some of the dialogues and scenes and events are from the manga and drama, but the rest of them are from me. i had been planning on trying to write an adaptation and i chose this because i loved both the manga and the drama and because i kind of love writing angsty-fluffy-romantic fics with scattered fight scenes.
A/N 2: I really couldn’t come up with a proper summary for this but the excerpt from Everything by Lifehouse seemed a perfect fit. I’m hoping that you will understand as you read further into the story. you'll also notice that the title is taken from another song from Lifehouse, which the lyrics of said song will come into play in the later chapters of the story.
hoping to get feedback from my readers~ enjoy reading!
Summary:
You are the light that's leading me to the place
Where I find peace again
You are the strength that keeps me walking
You are the hope that keeps me trusting
You are the life to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything
“I will pick up your broken pieces and make you whole again.”
Prologue
Sirens rang, red lights flashed and figures moved about. They crowded over him, touching, wiping before they lifted him onto the gurney carefully. His body limp, his eyes closed and the side of his face splattered with blood. I just sat there and watched as they took him away tears washing the blood from my face.
-01-
YOOCHUN
I sat on the bench under the shade of a tree. The wind was crisp and refreshing. I looked at the people scattered about the small park, a small smile on my face. Several children were running around, their boisterous laughter ringing all throughout the park as their parents watched with fond smiles. There were couples on dates, some walking hand in hand while others were cuddling up on blankets, feeding each other from the picnic baskets they’d brought with them. I looked at a family of four as they played frisbee with their pet dog, the smiles on their faces and the joy in their eyes infectious to everyone watching them.
I sighed and close my eyes, settling myself and letting the soft piano music fill me, drowning myself in it.
Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Even though this piece sounds so sad and tragic, I found myself loving how intricate and deeply woven each note is, dark, smooth, deep, rebellious.
“Look out!”
Something hard had hit the side of my head, jerking me out of my thoughts and dislodging the earphones from my ears. I blinked, dazed, my vision blurring for a few seconds.
“I’m sorry!” a voice said. “Are you alright? I couldn’t get to the ball in time.”
I looked up at the sound of the voice, breath hitching in my throat.
Kim Junsu.
He looked slightly out of breath, eyes apologetic and full of concern as he held a soccer ball (the one that hit my head) in one hand. I immediately averted my eyes, lowering my head, trying to make myself as small as possible.
Kim Junsu. Handsome, athletic and popular. Never one for rule breaking but he’s not that angelic as well. The kind of guy who can get anything and everything he wants and not have to worry about anything except for himself.
I took a slow, calming breath.
I don’t like you.
“Hey, are you alright?” Junsu asked again. “The ball didn’t hit you that hard, did it?”
I jumped at the hand on my shoulder. Bolting right up from the bench (the hand on my shoulder falling away) shaking my head. Hurriedly gathering my things, I bow (out of politeness) before quickly making my escape, heart in my throat, pulse thudding deafeningly in my ears.
---
JUNSU
I looked at the guy, checking if he was alright and if he had any injuries. The brief eye contact I had with him had taken me aback. I wasn’t sure if I had seen that flash of emotion correctly.
Was he afraid of me?
I look him over one more time, noticing the way he avoided my gaze and how he seemed to want the ground to swallow him up.
“Hey, are you alright?” I asked again. “The ball didn’t hit you that hard did it?” I added putting a hand on his shoulder.
I felt him tense before he suddenly stood up, shaking his head in answer. I was a bit puzzled because he hasn’t uttered a single sound leaving me to think if he was mute or deaf… or something. I frowned as I watched him gather his things, bow and then leave.
I sighed and looked at the bench where he had been sitting. There was a small mp3 player perched near the edge of the seat. Thinking that it must belong to him, I picked it up.
“Hey, wait!” I called out, but he was gone. I huffed and shook my head, pocketing the small device.
I can always give it back later.
“Su!”
I turned around, recognizing the voice immediately.
“What took you so long?”
“Nothing!” I answer, throwing the ball at him before running back.
---
YOOCHUN
I closed the door, making sure the lock was securely in place before making my way to the couch in the small living room. I deposited my things on the couch’s end, shrugging off my coat and throwing it over the arm. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Click.
I whirled around, eyes glued on the doorknob. I watched as it slowly turned, eyes widening. I took an involuntary step back, hands fisting at my sides as I broke out in cold sweat, trying to repress the shudders that ran up and down my spine. I closed my eyes, willing the memories away, hating myself for letting my imagination run wild.
The doorknob turned. Slowly and silently the door opened, revealing a hand wrapped around it. My eyes followed the hand until I saw a forearm, the folded sleeve of a white shirt creasing at the elbow.
His shirt. His arm.
“Hyung?”
My eyes snap open, vision focusing on the person at the door. I released a breath of relief, even though my heart was still racing, wanting to burst out of my chest.
Changmin.
“Min-ah,” I whispered grateful that it was him at the door and not someone else. Not him.
“Hyung, are you alright?” Changmin asked, closing the door.
In three strides he was right in front of me, taking my still clenched hands in his. I slowly unclenched my hands and felt Changmin gently squeeze them in comfort. I allowed myself to relax.
“I’m okay, Min-ah.” I murmured. “I just… I thought…”
“He’s not, hyung.” Changmin said voice reassuring. “I won’t allow it.”
“I know, Min-ah.” I said, shoulders sagging. “I know… I just…”
“Never.” Changmin said voice hard. “Never again.” He repeated.
I felt Changmin’s arms wind around me. I closed my eyes and buried my face in his chest, my hands going around his waist. We stayed like that for a long moment.
“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, still buried in his chest.
“Sssssssshhhhhhh… it’s okay, hyung.” Changmin comforted his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone. I’m here.” He added, tightening his arms around me.
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A/N 3: the italicized words in blue are from Yoochun's memories of his past. the rest of the italics are from thoughts and recent past events. oh, credits to me for the banner up above. ^^
Author: haruno
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong, Yunho/Changmin
Rating: PG-15, NC-17 for some parts and possibly future chapters
Genre: romance, angst, crack, fluff
Warning(s): violence, some language, mentions of harassment and rape, some bullying
Length: 1/?
A/N 1: i'm back and with YooSu! i know i've only ever written YunJae and YooMin... but i have written YooSu before... albeit they were always minor characters... so this is what i've come up with. this fic was based on, inspired by and adapted from MARS --> first and foremost a manga and then it was adapted into a taiwanese drama starring Vic Zhou & Barbie Xu. the general plot, some of the dialogues and scenes and events are from the manga and drama, but the rest of them are from me. i had been planning on trying to write an adaptation and i chose this because i loved both the manga and the drama and because i kind of love writing angsty-fluffy-romantic fics with scattered fight scenes.
A/N 2: I really couldn’t come up with a proper summary for this but the excerpt from Everything by Lifehouse seemed a perfect fit. I’m hoping that you will understand as you read further into the story. you'll also notice that the title is taken from another song from Lifehouse, which the lyrics of said song will come into play in the later chapters of the story.
hoping to get feedback from my readers~ enjoy reading!
Summary:
You are the light that's leading me to the place
Where I find peace again
You are the strength that keeps me walking
You are the hope that keeps me trusting
You are the life to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything
“I will pick up your broken pieces and make you whole again.”
Prologue
Sirens rang, red lights flashed and figures moved about. They crowded over him, touching, wiping before they lifted him onto the gurney carefully. His body limp, his eyes closed and the side of his face splattered with blood. I just sat there and watched as they took him away tears washing the blood from my face.
-01-
YOOCHUN
I sat on the bench under the shade of a tree. The wind was crisp and refreshing. I looked at the people scattered about the small park, a small smile on my face. Several children were running around, their boisterous laughter ringing all throughout the park as their parents watched with fond smiles. There were couples on dates, some walking hand in hand while others were cuddling up on blankets, feeding each other from the picnic baskets they’d brought with them. I looked at a family of four as they played frisbee with their pet dog, the smiles on their faces and the joy in their eyes infectious to everyone watching them.
I sighed and close my eyes, settling myself and letting the soft piano music fill me, drowning myself in it.
Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Even though this piece sounds so sad and tragic, I found myself loving how intricate and deeply woven each note is, dark, smooth, deep, rebellious.
“Look out!”
Something hard had hit the side of my head, jerking me out of my thoughts and dislodging the earphones from my ears. I blinked, dazed, my vision blurring for a few seconds.
“I’m sorry!” a voice said. “Are you alright? I couldn’t get to the ball in time.”
I looked up at the sound of the voice, breath hitching in my throat.
Kim Junsu.
He looked slightly out of breath, eyes apologetic and full of concern as he held a soccer ball (the one that hit my head) in one hand. I immediately averted my eyes, lowering my head, trying to make myself as small as possible.
Kim Junsu. Handsome, athletic and popular. Never one for rule breaking but he’s not that angelic as well. The kind of guy who can get anything and everything he wants and not have to worry about anything except for himself.
I took a slow, calming breath.
I don’t like you.
“Hey, are you alright?” Junsu asked again. “The ball didn’t hit you that hard, did it?”
I jumped at the hand on my shoulder. Bolting right up from the bench (the hand on my shoulder falling away) shaking my head. Hurriedly gathering my things, I bow (out of politeness) before quickly making my escape, heart in my throat, pulse thudding deafeningly in my ears.
---
JUNSU
I looked at the guy, checking if he was alright and if he had any injuries. The brief eye contact I had with him had taken me aback. I wasn’t sure if I had seen that flash of emotion correctly.
Was he afraid of me?
I look him over one more time, noticing the way he avoided my gaze and how he seemed to want the ground to swallow him up.
“Hey, are you alright?” I asked again. “The ball didn’t hit you that hard did it?” I added putting a hand on his shoulder.
I felt him tense before he suddenly stood up, shaking his head in answer. I was a bit puzzled because he hasn’t uttered a single sound leaving me to think if he was mute or deaf… or something. I frowned as I watched him gather his things, bow and then leave.
I sighed and looked at the bench where he had been sitting. There was a small mp3 player perched near the edge of the seat. Thinking that it must belong to him, I picked it up.
“Hey, wait!” I called out, but he was gone. I huffed and shook my head, pocketing the small device.
I can always give it back later.
“Su!”
I turned around, recognizing the voice immediately.
“What took you so long?”
“Nothing!” I answer, throwing the ball at him before running back.
---
YOOCHUN
I closed the door, making sure the lock was securely in place before making my way to the couch in the small living room. I deposited my things on the couch’s end, shrugging off my coat and throwing it over the arm. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Click.
I whirled around, eyes glued on the doorknob. I watched as it slowly turned, eyes widening. I took an involuntary step back, hands fisting at my sides as I broke out in cold sweat, trying to repress the shudders that ran up and down my spine. I closed my eyes, willing the memories away, hating myself for letting my imagination run wild.
The doorknob turned. Slowly and silently the door opened, revealing a hand wrapped around it. My eyes followed the hand until I saw a forearm, the folded sleeve of a white shirt creasing at the elbow.
His shirt. His arm.
“Hyung?”
My eyes snap open, vision focusing on the person at the door. I released a breath of relief, even though my heart was still racing, wanting to burst out of my chest.
Changmin.
“Min-ah,” I whispered grateful that it was him at the door and not someone else. Not him.
“Hyung, are you alright?” Changmin asked, closing the door.
In three strides he was right in front of me, taking my still clenched hands in his. I slowly unclenched my hands and felt Changmin gently squeeze them in comfort. I allowed myself to relax.
“I’m okay, Min-ah.” I murmured. “I just… I thought…”
“He’s not, hyung.” Changmin said voice reassuring. “I won’t allow it.”
“I know, Min-ah.” I said, shoulders sagging. “I know… I just…”
“Never.” Changmin said voice hard. “Never again.” He repeated.
I felt Changmin’s arms wind around me. I closed my eyes and buried my face in his chest, my hands going around his waist. We stayed like that for a long moment.
“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, still buried in his chest.
“Sssssssshhhhhhh… it’s okay, hyung.” Changmin comforted his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone. I’m here.” He added, tightening his arms around me.
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A/N 3: the italicized words in blue are from Yoochun's memories of his past. the rest of the italics are from thoughts and recent past events. oh, credits to me for the banner up above. ^^