Hanging By A Thread 14/?
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: 14/?
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
A/N: here i am again, posting after such a long time... i really am sorry... i've been busy with other stuff --- fandom related as you can see from my recent entries and some non-fandom stuff (family stuff)... anyway, i really think i've lost a lot of readers 'cause i don't update regularly... TT3TT still, i am hoping that at least a few of you still remain~^^
-14-
JUNSU
“Why did you suddenly decide to go with me?” Yoochun suddenly asked.
I looked at him, pondering on my answer. An answer was working its way out of my mouth but I stopped myself from speaking. With Yoochun, I’ve come to realize that words and feelings and emotions matter. I might’ve said something flippant to dismiss his question with another person, but not with him.
“I don’t know.” I answered truthfully. “I just felt like… I wanted to spend more time with you.”
I watched as Yoochun flushed but he kept his eyes on me and smiled. I squeezed his hand and smiled back as we walked.
The crashing sound behind us made me stop in my tracks. The noise seemed to echo in my head. Screeching tires and burning rubber, horns and screams renting the air.
I visibly jumped as the sound of a body colliding with metal reached my ears. I tightened my hold on Yoochun’s hand and willed myself to stay calm.
“Junsu?” Yoochun asked concern in his voice. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
My body turned towards the sound, my eyes immediately locking onto the body lying on the asphalt, bloody, broken, unmoving. My feet took me near the scene of the accident, my eyes still focused on the prone body.
I was walking backwards with a bright smile on my face. My brother and Yunho walked just behind me with matching bright smiles on their faces which slowly morphed into shock as they both stood frozen.
Everything happened in slow motion.
My head turned as a car came speeding down the road. I watched stunned as the driver failed to control the car, trying to avoid hitting me. I couldn’t move, the muscles in my legs refusing to budge. I just stared helplessly as the speeding, out of control car headed my way.
The next thing I know I was roughly shoved to the ground. My eyes widened in shock as I realized who had pushed me away. I watched as my brother’s body bent forward as his body made contact with the car. His body rolled up, crashing into the windshield before being thrown off and landing hard as the car swerved hard to the right and crashed into a concrete island.
My brother lay on the ground, bloody and unmoving. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t breathe.
“Hyung.” I whimpered, trembling.
---
YOOCHUN
I looked at Junsu’s face with increasing worry. His face was drawn and pale, pupils dilated and his breathing was shallow and irregular. His tight hold on my hand was unrelenting but I ignored the pain. My worry for him was at the forefront of my mind.
“Hyung.” Junsu mumbled his body trembling before it went limp.
“Junsu!” I called out catching him in my arms.
Trying to push down my increasing panic, I forced myself to remain as calm as I can. I carefully lay Junsu on his back, cradling his head on my lap. I hastily removed my jacket, rolled it up and gently slid it under his head so that I could move to his side. Junsu’s brow was beaded in cold sweat but there was no sign of life. I paled.
Junsu wasn’t breathing.
No, no, no, no, no.
I placed my ear on his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat.
There was none.
I closed my eyes and willed the fear and terror away. Taking a deep breath, I tried to feel his pulse. I focused all my senses on feeling that pump of blood through his veins.
There!
I heaved a sigh of relief. Junsu’s pulse was weak. I had to do something.
Quickly clearing his airways, I pinched his nose and opened his mouth. Placing my mouth over his, I forced air into his lungs then put my hands, palms down, together and pumped his chest.
One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.
“Please, Junsu.” I pleaded. “Breathe.”
I repeated CPR to his unresponsive body, tears streaming down my face. Fear was clogging my throat and blurring my eyes. What was happening? Why Junsu?
Panic was setting in and I was reduced to pounding Junsu’s chest with my fist.
“JUNSU!” I yelled. “BREATHE! OPEN YOUR EYES!”
Please. Open your eyes. Remember to breathe.
And just as my fist came down on his chest again, Junsu’s eyes shot open and he took a big gulp of air. I watched his chest heave, relief washing over me. I sagged, my body suddenly feeling weak.
Arms caught me. Junsu was already sitting up. He gathered me in his arms even as his chest continued to heave like he’d just run a marathon.
“I’m okay. I’m sorry.” Junsu murmured repeatedly into my hair as I shook with fear and relief and exhaustion. “I’m okay, Yoochun-ah. I’m okay. I’m sorry. I’m okay.”
~
I sighed as I watched Junsu talk with his group of friends from the shade of the tree. My headphones lay discarded in my lap along with my music sheets.
I kept going back to what happened a few days back, wondering what had happened, why it happened.
I can’t ask about it.
Not directly. I felt that Junsu will shut down the second the words leave my lips.
I can’t stop shaking when I think about losing Junsu.
I’m so scared, I can’t stand it.
~
“Hey.”
I looked up and saw Junsu seated at the piano bench. I smiled at him as I closed the door then made my way towards him.
“What did the professor want?” Junsu asked. “I heard there’s a music contest going on. Does he want you to enter a piece or something?”
“Yes, he told me about the contest and suggested that I pass one of my original compositions.” I answered. “I’m thinking about doing it.”
I paused and mulled over what I wanted to say.
“Will you help me?” I asked.
Junsu stared at me in mild shock. I bit my lip as I fought a blush. And hoped.
“Are you sure?” Junsu asked. “Are you sure you want my help?”
I smiled and nodded, unable to speak.
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one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen
A/N2: the colored, italicized words are from the past like in my previous chapters. ^^
A/N3: i just wanna share this photo of my group, CODE RED. the shot was taken just after we did our pose for MIROTIC during our routine at the 4th KFEST Fanclubs Fanchant Battle~^^
photo credit to melle
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong, Yunho/Changmin
Rating: PG-15 to NC-17 (for some parts)
Genre: fluff, angst, romance
Length: 14/?
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
A/N: here i am again, posting after such a long time... i really am sorry... i've been busy with other stuff --- fandom related as you can see from my recent entries and some non-fandom stuff (family stuff)... anyway, i really think i've lost a lot of readers 'cause i don't update regularly... TT3TT still, i am hoping that at least a few of you still remain~^^
-14-
JUNSU
“Why did you suddenly decide to go with me?” Yoochun suddenly asked.
I looked at him, pondering on my answer. An answer was working its way out of my mouth but I stopped myself from speaking. With Yoochun, I’ve come to realize that words and feelings and emotions matter. I might’ve said something flippant to dismiss his question with another person, but not with him.
“I don’t know.” I answered truthfully. “I just felt like… I wanted to spend more time with you.”
I watched as Yoochun flushed but he kept his eyes on me and smiled. I squeezed his hand and smiled back as we walked.
The crashing sound behind us made me stop in my tracks. The noise seemed to echo in my head. Screeching tires and burning rubber, horns and screams renting the air.
I visibly jumped as the sound of a body colliding with metal reached my ears. I tightened my hold on Yoochun’s hand and willed myself to stay calm.
“Junsu?” Yoochun asked concern in his voice. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
My body turned towards the sound, my eyes immediately locking onto the body lying on the asphalt, bloody, broken, unmoving. My feet took me near the scene of the accident, my eyes still focused on the prone body.
I was walking backwards with a bright smile on my face. My brother and Yunho walked just behind me with matching bright smiles on their faces which slowly morphed into shock as they both stood frozen.
Everything happened in slow motion.
My head turned as a car came speeding down the road. I watched stunned as the driver failed to control the car, trying to avoid hitting me. I couldn’t move, the muscles in my legs refusing to budge. I just stared helplessly as the speeding, out of control car headed my way.
The next thing I know I was roughly shoved to the ground. My eyes widened in shock as I realized who had pushed me away. I watched as my brother’s body bent forward as his body made contact with the car. His body rolled up, crashing into the windshield before being thrown off and landing hard as the car swerved hard to the right and crashed into a concrete island.
My brother lay on the ground, bloody and unmoving. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t breathe.
“Hyung.” I whimpered, trembling.
---
YOOCHUN
I looked at Junsu’s face with increasing worry. His face was drawn and pale, pupils dilated and his breathing was shallow and irregular. His tight hold on my hand was unrelenting but I ignored the pain. My worry for him was at the forefront of my mind.
“Hyung.” Junsu mumbled his body trembling before it went limp.
“Junsu!” I called out catching him in my arms.
Trying to push down my increasing panic, I forced myself to remain as calm as I can. I carefully lay Junsu on his back, cradling his head on my lap. I hastily removed my jacket, rolled it up and gently slid it under his head so that I could move to his side. Junsu’s brow was beaded in cold sweat but there was no sign of life. I paled.
Junsu wasn’t breathing.
No, no, no, no, no.
I placed my ear on his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat.
There was none.
I closed my eyes and willed the fear and terror away. Taking a deep breath, I tried to feel his pulse. I focused all my senses on feeling that pump of blood through his veins.
There!
I heaved a sigh of relief. Junsu’s pulse was weak. I had to do something.
Quickly clearing his airways, I pinched his nose and opened his mouth. Placing my mouth over his, I forced air into his lungs then put my hands, palms down, together and pumped his chest.
One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three.
“Please, Junsu.” I pleaded. “Breathe.”
I repeated CPR to his unresponsive body, tears streaming down my face. Fear was clogging my throat and blurring my eyes. What was happening? Why Junsu?
Panic was setting in and I was reduced to pounding Junsu’s chest with my fist.
“JUNSU!” I yelled. “BREATHE! OPEN YOUR EYES!”
Please. Open your eyes. Remember to breathe.
And just as my fist came down on his chest again, Junsu’s eyes shot open and he took a big gulp of air. I watched his chest heave, relief washing over me. I sagged, my body suddenly feeling weak.
Arms caught me. Junsu was already sitting up. He gathered me in his arms even as his chest continued to heave like he’d just run a marathon.
“I’m okay. I’m sorry.” Junsu murmured repeatedly into my hair as I shook with fear and relief and exhaustion. “I’m okay, Yoochun-ah. I’m okay. I’m sorry. I’m okay.”
~
I sighed as I watched Junsu talk with his group of friends from the shade of the tree. My headphones lay discarded in my lap along with my music sheets.
I kept going back to what happened a few days back, wondering what had happened, why it happened.
I can’t ask about it.
Not directly. I felt that Junsu will shut down the second the words leave my lips.
I can’t stop shaking when I think about losing Junsu.
I’m so scared, I can’t stand it.
~
“Hey.”
I looked up and saw Junsu seated at the piano bench. I smiled at him as I closed the door then made my way towards him.
“What did the professor want?” Junsu asked. “I heard there’s a music contest going on. Does he want you to enter a piece or something?”
“Yes, he told me about the contest and suggested that I pass one of my original compositions.” I answered. “I’m thinking about doing it.”
I paused and mulled over what I wanted to say.
“Will you help me?” I asked.
Junsu stared at me in mild shock. I bit my lip as I fought a blush. And hoped.
“Are you sure?” Junsu asked. “Are you sure you want my help?”
I smiled and nodded, unable to speak.
---
one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen
A/N2: the colored, italicized words are from the past like in my previous chapters. ^^
A/N3: i just wanna share this photo of my group, CODE RED. the shot was taken just after we did our pose for MIROTIC during our routine at the 4th KFEST Fanclubs Fanchant Battle~^^
photo credit to melle