[FIC] Hanging By A Moment 6/?
Title: Hanging By A Moment
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong, Yunho/Changmin
Rating: PG-15 to NC-17 (for some parts)
Genre: fluff, angst, romance
Length: 6/?
Warning(s): violence, some language, mentions of harassment and rape, some bullying
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
-06-
YOOCHUN
I sat in one of the isolated tables in the furthest corner. There weren’t a lot of people in this part of the library. I liked to spend my time here because it’s quiet and no one bothers me. I had several classical music and composition books open and splayed out on the table, my sheet music right on top of them as I tapped my pencil repeatedly on it. Headphones covered both of my ears - I was listening to my own composition that I had recorded. I frowned, trying to find the flaw in it as I stared at each note scrawled on the paper in front of me.
The scraping sound of a chair being pulled back startled me. I looked up to see Kim Junsu, his hand on the chair as he put his bag on the table and sat down opposite me. I look away, clutching the pencil with both hands tightly.
“Here.” Junsu whispered placing something on the table. “You forgot this at the park the other day.”
I looked at my mp3 player and flushed, staying silent.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t return it earlier.” Junsu smiled softly, hand scratching at the back of his head.
“Thank you, Junsu-sshi.” I mumbled. I made no move to take the player from the table.
I could feel Kim Junsu’s eyes on me, looking at me curiously. I looked up. He looked like he wanted to say something.
“I listened to the songs in it.” Junsu said looking sheepish. “There was this song… a piano piece.” He paused. “I - I couldn’t stop listening to it.”
I was surprised and then I remembered which piano piece he was talking about. I flushed darker and looked away.
“This… that piece… it’s different.” Junsu continued. “Did you… I mean… did you compose it?” he asked.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“Wow.” Junsu said amazed. “You’re very talented.”
“It’s just an old piece.” I mumbled softly still blushing. “It’s not really that great.”
Junsu looked taken aback.
“How can you say that?” Junsu asked. “It’s a beautiful piece.”
“Thank you, Junsu-sshi.” I mumble flushing even darker.
“Do you… can I… can I have a copy of it?” Junsu asked.
I thought I couldn’t blush darker but I did. I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I nodded. I saw Junsu take out his laptop from his bag, turning it on.
“Sweet!” Junsu exclaimed looking like Christmas had come early. “Thanks!”
I looked at Junsu’s expression and realized. His smile is like the sun, radiant and dazzling and full of warmth.
I watched, fascinated at Junsu. There was a spark in his eye as he copied my song into his hard drive before syncing his ipod.
Junsu’s smiles are like a little boy’s. I found it hard to believe that the person from yesterday and the person right in front of me is the same Kim Junsu. The same Kim Junsu who had held that box cutter and glared at Professor Han so menacingly.
Kim Junsu suddenly looked up and stared at me, a pout forming on his lips.
“Look at me, taking something of yours.” Junsu said. “That’s a bit unfair… especially for you.”
I flushed yet again and cast my eyes down.
“I - I… I don’t… mind…” I mumbled.
“I’ll protect you.” Junsu blurted out. My head shot up at his words as he stared directly into my wide eyes.
Junsu stood up, putting his laptop back in it before he slung it over his shoulder and handed the mp3 player back to me. He smiled.
“Whatever happens from today onwards,” Junsu said. “I’ll protect you.”
Then he walked away.
~
“In a simple English sentence, we have a subject,” Professor Han explained, gesturing to the board where he had written a sentence, pointing it out. “A verb,” he continued pointing at it. “And a predicate.” He said pointing at the last part of the sentence.
Professor Han looked at everyone in class, trying to see if we all understood what he just explained.
“Now, does anyone want to volunteer?” Professor Han asked. “Come up here and construct an English sentence.”
The class looked guarded, not wanting to step into unfamiliar territory. Han professor smiled encouragingly.
“Come on, it’s easy and simple!” Professor Han said switching to English.
Even with his encouraging words and easy smile, no one from the class wanted to willingly volunteer. Han professor sighed before setting his sights on one student in particular. He smirked.
“Kim Junsu.” Professor Han said.
Everyone turned to look. Kim Junsu sat at the back of the class, head in his arms fast asleep. Jung Yunho sat beside him. He was trying to nudge him awake.
“Yah! Junsu!” Yunho muttered. “Junsu! Professor wants you to go up front.”
“Mmmm…” Junsu groaned. “Huh? Wha - what?” he mumbled sleepily looking blearily at Yunho.
“You’re wanted up front.” Yunho repeated.
“What for?” Junsu yawned.
“Construct a sentence.” Yunho muttered.
Junsu just looked at him, stifling another yawn.
“Professor, I’ll volunteer.” Victoria said raising her hand.
Professor Han looked at her and smiled, kindly.
“Maybe next time, Victoria.” Professor Han said. “Let’s give Junsu a chance, shall we?”
Victoria frowned putting down her hand and turned to look at Junsu.
“Well, Junsu?” Professor Han asked smirk still in place.
With an exasperated sigh, Kim Junsu stood up and walked to the front of the class. He stopped when he reached the board and looked at Professor Han.
“Don’t blame me because you disturbed my sleep.” Junsu said.
Professor Han just turned away from him to go to his desk and look at his notes. Junsu stared at the board for a moment before taking a piece of chalk. He started writing. The muttering slowly grew fainter as he finished writing his sentence on the board.
This teacher who appears to be kind, gentle and understanding is in fact a terrible person who sexually harasses his students.
Collective gasps could be heard throughout the entire class. Junsu turned towards the class with a smirk.
“This teacher who appears to be kind, gentle and understanding is in fact a terrible person who sexually harasses his students.” Junsu said in perfect English and then repeats the same sentence in Korean.
Professor Han looked like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. He paled, shouting for the class to be quiet as he hurriedly erased Junsu’s sentence from the board. Junsu chuckled at him.
“I spent four years living in New York.” Junsu said smirking. “I know my English, professor.” He added in perfect english.
Junsu chuckled again before making his way back to his seat. I watched him with wide eyes and then averted them when he stopped right beside me. He held his hand out.
“High five!” Junsu whispered, smiling at me.
I looked at him but quickly avert my eyes again. I felt him lean down.
“Sometimes it feels good to get even. Especially when they deserve it.” Junsu whispered still smiling, waiting.
I looked at him and smiled before slapping my hand on his (and flushing). I suddenly felt light, the weight on my shoulders gone. Junsu smiled brightly, eyes flashing before he went back to his seat.
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JUNSU
“Hey, Su, you going to work?” Yunho asked as we walked towards the main hall.
“Yeah, a bit later.” I said, hitching my bag higher on my shoulder.
“Gonna walk there?” Yunho asked.
“Nah,” I answered. “I brought my bike today.” Yunho frowned at me. “What? You said not to be late for class.”
“Yes, I did. But I did not tell you to use your motorcycle to bring yourself to school.” Yunho scolded.
“There’s nothing wrong with me riding it to school… apart from the fact that it’s strongly discouraged.” I said, shrugging. “Besides, it got me here on time.”
“Sometimes, I don’t know what to do with you.” Yunho said shaking his head.
“I love you too.” I smiled before walking away.
~
I walk over to where I parked my motorcycle, digging my keys out of my pocket. I put them in the ignition, got on, slipping my helmet over my head. I gunned the engine before slowly backing away from the parking spot, turning to the right.
Right before I sped off, I noticed a figure watching me from the trees. He seemed familiar but I didn’t pay him any attention and concentrated on driving. All thoughts were pushed to the back of my mind as I felt the speed and wind rush at me.
I was approaching an intersection and saw that the traffic light was red. I gradually put pressure on the front break lever, waiting for my bike to slow down. When nothing happened, I hit on the emergency foot break.
Nothing.
I took a breath, trying not to panic. The intersection was just a few meters away now. I tried to think of a way to get my bike to stop in time before I get myself into an accident.
With no other way to escape unscathed, I leaned the bike to the far left and squeezed the clutch lever, the knees of my jeans lightly scraping the ground. I had started to decelerate but it wasn’t enough. Deciding on the last second, I let go and jumped off the motorbike. I fell hard on my side as I hit the asphalt, rolling. Good thing I had managed to tuck my head into my chest and cover it with my arms in time.
I had stopped rolling and was on my stomach when I heard the screeching sound of metal scraping against the blacktop road followed by a crash. I looked up, seeing the wreck that was my motorcycle. It had collided with the traffic light post. I stand up shakily, running a hand through my hair, eyes still locked on my bike.
“Hey, are you alright?”
“Are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?”
I shook my head at the concerned pedestrian, bowed, thanking her for worrying. I walked to my bike and heaved it up, grunting at the effort. The left side mirror was crushed and the whole left side was scratched. But other than that, my motorcycle was still in one piece.
“One thing’s for sure.” I muttered to myself. Someone’s out to get me. I finished in my head.
~
I saw him, a smile on his face as he walked down the hallway. A few students passed by him, greeting him with a smile. I looked at him as he turned the corner towards the stairs. Now I was sure that he was the one I saw yesterday.
“I hadn’t thought you’d play that kind of card, Professor Han.” I said, slinging my arm over his shoulder. “I almost ended up in a hospital because of it.”
“Wha - what? What are you?” Professor Han paled, spluttering. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He denied.
“You are quite the actor, professor.” I said chuckling. “My opinion of you just changed.”
I steered him so that he was facing the stairs, only half of his feet resting on the edge of the first step. I put my hands on his shoulders, pushing lightly but never letting go. I watched as Professor Han broke out in cold sweat, his breathing becoming shallower by the second. I leaned in, lips beside his ear.
“Professor Han, whenever I play, I always go all out.” I said voice deadly, yet calm. “I suggest you do the same.”
I leaned away from him and patted his back. He looked like all the blood had been drained out of him. I smirked, enjoying the sight before I started going down the stairs.
“Oh, by the way, professor.” I said, stopping, turning my face towards him. “You own that grey Honda Civic, right?” I smiled at him. “Drive safely. You never know when you might get into an accident.”
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A/N: i keep thinking i need a beta. and i really think i do need one... before i get further into this story... *sighs* but don't mind my blabbering~ i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter~ let me know your thoughts... ^^
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong, Yunho/Changmin
Rating: PG-15 to NC-17 (for some parts)
Genre: fluff, angst, romance
Length: 6/?
Warning(s): violence, some language, mentions of harassment and rape, some bullying
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
-06-
YOOCHUN
I sat in one of the isolated tables in the furthest corner. There weren’t a lot of people in this part of the library. I liked to spend my time here because it’s quiet and no one bothers me. I had several classical music and composition books open and splayed out on the table, my sheet music right on top of them as I tapped my pencil repeatedly on it. Headphones covered both of my ears - I was listening to my own composition that I had recorded. I frowned, trying to find the flaw in it as I stared at each note scrawled on the paper in front of me.
The scraping sound of a chair being pulled back startled me. I looked up to see Kim Junsu, his hand on the chair as he put his bag on the table and sat down opposite me. I look away, clutching the pencil with both hands tightly.
“Here.” Junsu whispered placing something on the table. “You forgot this at the park the other day.”
I looked at my mp3 player and flushed, staying silent.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t return it earlier.” Junsu smiled softly, hand scratching at the back of his head.
“Thank you, Junsu-sshi.” I mumbled. I made no move to take the player from the table.
I could feel Kim Junsu’s eyes on me, looking at me curiously. I looked up. He looked like he wanted to say something.
“I listened to the songs in it.” Junsu said looking sheepish. “There was this song… a piano piece.” He paused. “I - I couldn’t stop listening to it.”
I was surprised and then I remembered which piano piece he was talking about. I flushed darker and looked away.
“This… that piece… it’s different.” Junsu continued. “Did you… I mean… did you compose it?” he asked.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“Wow.” Junsu said amazed. “You’re very talented.”
“It’s just an old piece.” I mumbled softly still blushing. “It’s not really that great.”
Junsu looked taken aback.
“How can you say that?” Junsu asked. “It’s a beautiful piece.”
“Thank you, Junsu-sshi.” I mumble flushing even darker.
“Do you… can I… can I have a copy of it?” Junsu asked.
I thought I couldn’t blush darker but I did. I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I nodded. I saw Junsu take out his laptop from his bag, turning it on.
“Sweet!” Junsu exclaimed looking like Christmas had come early. “Thanks!”
I looked at Junsu’s expression and realized. His smile is like the sun, radiant and dazzling and full of warmth.
I watched, fascinated at Junsu. There was a spark in his eye as he copied my song into his hard drive before syncing his ipod.
Junsu’s smiles are like a little boy’s. I found it hard to believe that the person from yesterday and the person right in front of me is the same Kim Junsu. The same Kim Junsu who had held that box cutter and glared at Professor Han so menacingly.
Kim Junsu suddenly looked up and stared at me, a pout forming on his lips.
“Look at me, taking something of yours.” Junsu said. “That’s a bit unfair… especially for you.”
I flushed yet again and cast my eyes down.
“I - I… I don’t… mind…” I mumbled.
“I’ll protect you.” Junsu blurted out. My head shot up at his words as he stared directly into my wide eyes.
Junsu stood up, putting his laptop back in it before he slung it over his shoulder and handed the mp3 player back to me. He smiled.
“Whatever happens from today onwards,” Junsu said. “I’ll protect you.”
Then he walked away.
~
“In a simple English sentence, we have a subject,” Professor Han explained, gesturing to the board where he had written a sentence, pointing it out. “A verb,” he continued pointing at it. “And a predicate.” He said pointing at the last part of the sentence.
Professor Han looked at everyone in class, trying to see if we all understood what he just explained.
“Now, does anyone want to volunteer?” Professor Han asked. “Come up here and construct an English sentence.”
The class looked guarded, not wanting to step into unfamiliar territory. Han professor smiled encouragingly.
“Come on, it’s easy and simple!” Professor Han said switching to English.
Even with his encouraging words and easy smile, no one from the class wanted to willingly volunteer. Han professor sighed before setting his sights on one student in particular. He smirked.
“Kim Junsu.” Professor Han said.
Everyone turned to look. Kim Junsu sat at the back of the class, head in his arms fast asleep. Jung Yunho sat beside him. He was trying to nudge him awake.
“Yah! Junsu!” Yunho muttered. “Junsu! Professor wants you to go up front.”
“Mmmm…” Junsu groaned. “Huh? Wha - what?” he mumbled sleepily looking blearily at Yunho.
“You’re wanted up front.” Yunho repeated.
“What for?” Junsu yawned.
“Construct a sentence.” Yunho muttered.
Junsu just looked at him, stifling another yawn.
“Professor, I’ll volunteer.” Victoria said raising her hand.
Professor Han looked at her and smiled, kindly.
“Maybe next time, Victoria.” Professor Han said. “Let’s give Junsu a chance, shall we?”
Victoria frowned putting down her hand and turned to look at Junsu.
“Well, Junsu?” Professor Han asked smirk still in place.
With an exasperated sigh, Kim Junsu stood up and walked to the front of the class. He stopped when he reached the board and looked at Professor Han.
“Don’t blame me because you disturbed my sleep.” Junsu said.
Professor Han just turned away from him to go to his desk and look at his notes. Junsu stared at the board for a moment before taking a piece of chalk. He started writing. The muttering slowly grew fainter as he finished writing his sentence on the board.
This teacher who appears to be kind, gentle and understanding is in fact a terrible person who sexually harasses his students.
Collective gasps could be heard throughout the entire class. Junsu turned towards the class with a smirk.
“This teacher who appears to be kind, gentle and understanding is in fact a terrible person who sexually harasses his students.” Junsu said in perfect English and then repeats the same sentence in Korean.
Professor Han looked like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. He paled, shouting for the class to be quiet as he hurriedly erased Junsu’s sentence from the board. Junsu chuckled at him.
“I spent four years living in New York.” Junsu said smirking. “I know my English, professor.” He added in perfect english.
Junsu chuckled again before making his way back to his seat. I watched him with wide eyes and then averted them when he stopped right beside me. He held his hand out.
“High five!” Junsu whispered, smiling at me.
I looked at him but quickly avert my eyes again. I felt him lean down.
“Sometimes it feels good to get even. Especially when they deserve it.” Junsu whispered still smiling, waiting.
I looked at him and smiled before slapping my hand on his (and flushing). I suddenly felt light, the weight on my shoulders gone. Junsu smiled brightly, eyes flashing before he went back to his seat.
---
JUNSU
“Hey, Su, you going to work?” Yunho asked as we walked towards the main hall.
“Yeah, a bit later.” I said, hitching my bag higher on my shoulder.
“Gonna walk there?” Yunho asked.
“Nah,” I answered. “I brought my bike today.” Yunho frowned at me. “What? You said not to be late for class.”
“Yes, I did. But I did not tell you to use your motorcycle to bring yourself to school.” Yunho scolded.
“There’s nothing wrong with me riding it to school… apart from the fact that it’s strongly discouraged.” I said, shrugging. “Besides, it got me here on time.”
“Sometimes, I don’t know what to do with you.” Yunho said shaking his head.
“I love you too.” I smiled before walking away.
~
I walk over to where I parked my motorcycle, digging my keys out of my pocket. I put them in the ignition, got on, slipping my helmet over my head. I gunned the engine before slowly backing away from the parking spot, turning to the right.
Right before I sped off, I noticed a figure watching me from the trees. He seemed familiar but I didn’t pay him any attention and concentrated on driving. All thoughts were pushed to the back of my mind as I felt the speed and wind rush at me.
I was approaching an intersection and saw that the traffic light was red. I gradually put pressure on the front break lever, waiting for my bike to slow down. When nothing happened, I hit on the emergency foot break.
Nothing.
I took a breath, trying not to panic. The intersection was just a few meters away now. I tried to think of a way to get my bike to stop in time before I get myself into an accident.
With no other way to escape unscathed, I leaned the bike to the far left and squeezed the clutch lever, the knees of my jeans lightly scraping the ground. I had started to decelerate but it wasn’t enough. Deciding on the last second, I let go and jumped off the motorbike. I fell hard on my side as I hit the asphalt, rolling. Good thing I had managed to tuck my head into my chest and cover it with my arms in time.
I had stopped rolling and was on my stomach when I heard the screeching sound of metal scraping against the blacktop road followed by a crash. I looked up, seeing the wreck that was my motorcycle. It had collided with the traffic light post. I stand up shakily, running a hand through my hair, eyes still locked on my bike.
“Hey, are you alright?”
“Are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?”
I shook my head at the concerned pedestrian, bowed, thanking her for worrying. I walked to my bike and heaved it up, grunting at the effort. The left side mirror was crushed and the whole left side was scratched. But other than that, my motorcycle was still in one piece.
“One thing’s for sure.” I muttered to myself. Someone’s out to get me. I finished in my head.
~
I saw him, a smile on his face as he walked down the hallway. A few students passed by him, greeting him with a smile. I looked at him as he turned the corner towards the stairs. Now I was sure that he was the one I saw yesterday.
“I hadn’t thought you’d play that kind of card, Professor Han.” I said, slinging my arm over his shoulder. “I almost ended up in a hospital because of it.”
“Wha - what? What are you?” Professor Han paled, spluttering. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He denied.
“You are quite the actor, professor.” I said chuckling. “My opinion of you just changed.”
I steered him so that he was facing the stairs, only half of his feet resting on the edge of the first step. I put my hands on his shoulders, pushing lightly but never letting go. I watched as Professor Han broke out in cold sweat, his breathing becoming shallower by the second. I leaned in, lips beside his ear.
“Professor Han, whenever I play, I always go all out.” I said voice deadly, yet calm. “I suggest you do the same.”
I leaned away from him and patted his back. He looked like all the blood had been drained out of him. I smirked, enjoying the sight before I started going down the stairs.
“Oh, by the way, professor.” I said, stopping, turning my face towards him. “You own that grey Honda Civic, right?” I smiled at him. “Drive safely. You never know when you might get into an accident.”
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one | two | three | four | five
A/N: i keep thinking i need a beta. and i really think i do need one... before i get further into this story... *sighs* but don't mind my blabbering~ i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter~ let me know your thoughts... ^^