Because I Like You (part 7)
Title: Because I like you. (part 7 of 8) (Story 1 of 7)
Pairing: Yoosu (main focus), Jaeho
Rating: PG (don't know if this still applies, but no one has conplained yet so...)
Summery: In his own words Kim Junsu tell us about the day after the day he meet Micky Yoochun, why tell of this day? Because the for three second on Monday, Junsu didn’t act like himself. And all through out Tuesday, our Junsu was a whole new man.
A/N: And I'm back with the pure and innocent Yoosu... Enjoy.
In the past: one two three four five six
Monkey and I entered the gym first, like we always do. We looked around for the teacher, saw that she was no where in sight, so Eunhyuk pulled out his bouncy ball, and threw it against the wall across from us. The game had begun. We played handball for about two minutes. Some more students piled into class and watched us. A few even joined in like they always do, and some girl, who always volunteers to be “look out”, was by the door, waiting for the teacher.
“Teacher!” The girl yelled. Eunhyuk caught the ball for the last time and slipped it into his pocket. We all ran over to the bleachers and were quietly sitting by the time the teacher entered the room. It took the first two days of school to master this act perfectly. I was very proud of my classmates show of teamwork. Of course, things always went smoothly when a certain “student” was missing. Though I highly doubt he will ever show up here anyway. But just for hope’s sake, or maybe she just did it out of habit, the teacher asked for the whereabouts of the said “student”.
“Has anyone seen West Kan Ya lately?” And like every day, she was met with the same reply; silence.
Did I mention today was a WEIRD day?
The doors opened after ten seconds of the “reply of silence” had started. In came West Kanya hyung. But he never comes to gym class!!!
“Mr. West, how nice of you to grace us with your presence, this afternoon.” The teacher said with a bored tone. I was surprised she wasn’t as surprised as the rest of us. I look around and saw the same shocked face on my classmates that I was sure had appeared on my own. I mean it’s not everyday the class snot/punk/bully shows up to class where student participation is key. After I got over the initial shock, I noticed that Kanya was staring right at me, and none to kindly, either. Then again, when had Kanya ever looked at me kindly? Anyway, it didn’t help that with being popular and all, that me and my friends have the best seats in the gym... the very top of the bleachers. And of course with it being today and all, there just happened to be an empty space next to me. He didn’t have to sit there, but the second he started walking towards the bleachers everyone started moving to the side, leaving a very clear path to the empty seat next to me. Figures. I took a deep breath as he climbed his way up. He didn’t say anything as he sat next to me. He didn’t even look in my direction. I didn’t know whether this was a good thing, or not.
Eunhyuk grabbed my hand to offer me comfort, I squeezed his hand lightly to show my appreciation. The teacher went through the attendance and then told us we were going to play Pickle Ball, today. Yes!! My favorite (second to soccer of course) game. Pickle Ball is a sport that is a cross between tennis and badminton. It wasn’t about arm strength, but more like knowing how to lightly hit a small ball with a paddle just right to out smart your opponent. After giving us the news, she dismissed us to the locker rooms. All the guys sprinted to the guys’ locker room, not wanting to be the one left, or last in the gym with Kanya. Me and Monkey got to our shared locker, and Monkey set to unlocking it, while I did what the rest if the guys in the room were doing, staring at the door to the locker room, waiting for it to open. We heard footsteps, and quickly acted as if everything was normal. It not that we are afraid of Kanya himself, but get him mad, and he’ll sick his bigger, scarier friends on you. Eunhyuk got our locker open and quickly handed me my clothes. Yes, the faster we change, the faster we can run out of here. I took my shirt off and when I looked back up I saw Eunhyuk looking wide eyed behind me. Oh great. I turned and there was Kanya, leaning against one of the lockers staring at us/me.
I really can’t stop my mouth sometimes.
“Can I help you with something, West Kanya hyung?” The sound of clothes shifting around us, stopped. I felt Eunhyuk’s hand on the lower part of my bare back. He was either telling me that he’d be there for me no matter what, or that he wished for me to shut up soon for my own sake. Either way, I felt safer knowing I wasn’t alone.
“Do you think you could lend an old friend a set of gym clothes?” What, we were never friends! He wanted clothes? No, there was more to this than that.... did that thought make sense? Anyway, I knew he was up to something.
“Sure, hyung,” Eunhyuk quickly moved out of the way as I fetched a shirt and shorts from our locker. (we always have about five or six pairs of shirts and shorts that we just alternate wearing throughout the week.) “I hope it fits.” I said. And this was the nerve racking part, I had to go up and personally hand it to him. I really wanted to throw it at him, but I knew better. I also knew there was a possibility that he was mad from what happened this morning, and I doubted a teacher was going to come in and save me this time. Though part of me WAS expecting Micky Yoochun to show up and do just that. Not that I wanted to see him, or anything, I mean we are friends and all, I guess, but... anyway...
As I handed the clothes over, Kanya grabbed my wrist. This was it, Jackson Curtis was going to come out of nowhere, now, and beat the crud out of me. I was actually looking around to see where he was. Kanya’s voice brought my attention back to his face.
“You know, there are a lot of strange rumors going around today.” Ahhh, he just wanted to talk. Did he need to hold my wrist to talk to me?
“So I’ve heard.”
“Oh, have you?” Seeing as Curtis wasn’t going to be coming to get me anytime soon, I relaxed a bit. I mean there really was nothing to fear from Kanya, unless his flunkeys were with him.
“Yes, what’s your point, hyung?” I pulled my wrist out of his grasp. I heard a few gasps around me. I resisted rolling my eyes.
“There are a lot of rumors about yourself going around, but not nearly as many as there should be.” What? That made no sense.
“What are you talking about?” He took a few steps closer to me.
“Lets just say I happened to obtain the juiciest piece of gossip this school will ever hear.”
“Are you planing to tell me what it is, now, or sometime tomorrow.” I heard a few stifled giggles. I was getting quite annoyed, but I just hoped I wasn’t digging myself into a corner, I mean backing myself into a hole... oh, you know what I mean! He turned around and faced our classmates.
“Gentlemen, what is the one question that has never had a definite answer? What is the one thing that not even the best friends of the Fantastic Four know the answer to?” I froze. He noticed. “Anyone? Well, I’ll tell you what the question is, where are the Kim’s parents, or more like, how come no one has EVER seen them, or have we, and just didn’t know it?” He grinned at the last part. He couldn’t know! How could he?
“Hyung, you know nothing about my parents.” I said confidently. I least I hoped that is what I sounded like. He came up to me and put his face right next to mine. I had every intention of backing away but his words kept me frozen where I was.
“Well then, why don’t we just go ask your mom then.” He whispered the next part real softly to me, but I still heard it. “He has Music Comprehension right now, doesn’t he, but even so, if HE can’t tell us, maybe your dad can, who ever the heck he is?” He then pulled away. Jaejoong, Mom, had Music Comprehension right now. He knew. Some how, some way, he knew. Though, Dad had that class too, and Kanya just indicated that he didn’t know who my Dad was, so at least he didn’t know everything. Still, no matter how hard I tried to school my facial features, I knew my fear of what he did know, was written there for all to see. Then his eyes widened.
“So it’s true! Heck, I was just saying that cause I thought I was hearing things this morning, and I thought it would piss you off some, to make fun of your family, but damn.” He started shaking his head. I wanted to fall dead right there and then. The last person on earth that should have THAT kind of information, had it. I didn’t know what to do or say. I just looked at him, waiting to see what he’d do next.
“What did he say?” Eunhyuk asked. My best friend didn’t even know any of it, by this jerk did. I wanted to cry. But once again, all action on my part was temporally put on hold the second I saw Kanya open his mouth.
“I need some time to think this over, you know, think of something that I want in return for my silence, so till then, you can consider your secret safe with me,” I let go of the breath I was holding. “But,” Then I sucked it back in wicked fast. “I do want to know everything, and I mean everything, so meet me after school today in the parking lot, or else I will spread what I do know.” What do I do, what do I say, what do I do, what do I say? What? Well, say something man!!!
But I couldn’t. I just nodded and did the only thing I could think of, I ran. Yes, I ran out of the locker room without a shirt on, but that was kind of the last thing on my mind at the moment.
I didn’t stop running until I felt the cold air hit my face and chest. I was outside. I was outside, shirtless, in the autumn time, and I was crying. And to think just this morning I thought today was going to be a bad day all because I couldn’t locate my back pack. If only that could be the worst of my troubles. I felt so lost. I needed someone to talk to, but who? I couldn’t go to Mom or Dad, because they would be so mad, and then they would be overly worried. I once peeped into their room while they where talking, and Dad said if word ever got out about our secret, the solution would be simple...
*Memory*
With my seven year old head pressed against the door, I heard my ten year old parents talking quietly. Stupid Minnie had cried for his “Mommy”, during recess today, and had run over to Mom. All the kids had laughed as them.
“If word really does get out, then the solution is simple, Jae. We simply switch schools.”
“Oh Yunnie, do you think we’ll have to do that a lot? I hope not.” Mom asked.
“I don’t know, it’s up to the kids, really, ya know, if they can remember to call us by our names, or not...”
“This is all my fault.”
“Jae, shut up, it is not, and you know it.”
“Yes, it is.”
I stopped listening after that. I went to bed very angry with Minnie. While he slept, I threw my bunched up socks at his head. With each throw I would say “Call Mom “Jae”, Minnie, call Mom “Jae”.”
*End memory*
Though I doubt he heard me that night, it was still the last time Changmin ever messed up their “names” in school. And here we were, eight years later, and I was the one who deserved to get rolled up socks thrown at me.
I don’t know why Mom always blames himself whenever me or Changmin do mess up their names... or when anything goes wrong. I really should ask Dad about that.
“Do I even want to know?” I turned around. Guess who? Come on, who DOESN’T need to see me shirtless.
“It’s... complicated.” I said/sniffled. He took off the zip - up hoodie he was wearing and handed it to me.
“Here.” At first I was going to turn down the offer, but the wind made me change my mind at the last second, as I took the jacket.
“Thanks.” He smiled. Well, at least someone was having a good day.
“Are you crying?” He stepped up to me and put his right hand on my cheek. I batted it away, and shook my head, no. I wiped my eyes then. We both knew I was lying, but he didn’t say anything, and for that, I was grateful. Wait.
Heck, I was just saying that cause I thought I was hearing things this morning.
This morning. Did he hear me talk to Mom this morning too? But why confront ME about it? Why hasn’t he bugged Mom? Unless he wasn’t there and he heard it from ... from someone who was there. I looked at the worried face of Micky. They were friends. And it IS a weird thing, to hear one student call another student their mother... but he said he wouldn’t tell. Can I trust him?
“Micky?”
“Junnie.”
“Did you tell?”
“Did I tell what?”
“Did you tell anyone about the conversation that took place between myself, and Jaejoong hyung, this morning?” He frowned.
“No, why, did something happen?”
“No.” I knew he didn’t believe me, but I didn’t feel like talking about what happened a few minutes ago, instead I wanted/ needed to think. Think of what I was going to say to Kanya after school in the parking lot. After school. “Crap.”
“What?”
“I can’t meet you after school today, at least, not right after.” He didn’t say anything for a few... seconds, minutes, I’m not really sure, but it seemed like a really long time to me.
“All right, then, just come down to the music room as soon as you’re done, okay?” I think he understood that if I wanted him to know what was wrong, I would have told him already. Again, I felt grateful, this time if was for Micky turning out to be a pretty bright kid.
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Yes I did, but why?”
“Because I like you.”
“That’s makes no sense.”
“Sure it does, by the way, Junnie, do you usually spend this much time out of class?” What. WHAT?!! That’s right, I’m still “in” school. For some reason I always forget where I am, or where I am supposed to be whenever I talk to Micky. Or maybe I’m just having a really off day.
“Crap, but wait, shouldn’t you be in class too?”
“I was, I was in my algebra class, but then we ran out of scrap paper, so I had to go next door, to the freshman Korean class, and get some. So I went and asked, and I just happened to look out the window, well, actually all of the other students were looking out the window so I looked too, and there you were. See, I believe that is your brother looking at us right now.”, He pointed behind me. And sure enough there was a freshmen Korean class, watching us, including the teacher! “I guess it’s not everyday they see a student such as yourself, run outside half naked, so the teacher sent me out here to see if everything was all right. Then again, I haven’t been here that long, so this kind of thing, could be a normal thing for kids at this school to do.” He kidded. I looked back at Changmin, who had the nerve to wave at me, through the window. I wasn’t going to hear the end of this when I got home today, the evil smile I saw through the window told me that much. “Anyway, I’m to report back to them ASAP”. He finished.
“Great. I’m having such a terrific day, today.” I can’t believe I missed so much class time. What if I get more demerits!?!! What am I up to now, ten?!! That’s two away from twelve. I almost earned myself a Saturday school in one day! That’s got to be a record or something. I bet Sungmin knows for sure, I’ll ask him later.
“Oh really, so am I,” I just stared at him. “You have really nice eyes.” I quickly looked around. The last thing I needed was for someone to eavesdrop on “this” conversation.
“Don’t say that.”
“Don’t worry, we’re all alone, Junnie.”
“No we’re not, if I’ve learned anything today, it’s that you are never alone in this school.”
“You sure got that right, Mr. Kim Jun Su, now would you like to come back to class, or do you think you’ve had enough for today.” It was my gym teacher, and she had poked her head out of the main door.
“See, I told you.” I said to Micky... after I apologized to the teacher, of course. She gave me two demerits anyway. Yup, that’s ten, total.
We entered the building again, first me, then Micky. As I turned to go into the gym again, Micky took a hold of my wrist. People seemed to like doing that today. I turned back, looking behind Micky, I saw Dad, he was grabbing something out of his locker. He stopped doing that, and was now watching me. This was the cue for Changmin to come out of his classroom. He too just stood there, watching. What the heck? I can get Dad, sorta, though this is weird timing, but why did Changmin have to come out? Go back.
“Hey,” Micky whispered to gain my attention. It worked. “Promise me you’ll meet me after school.” Oh, not this again. Why does he have to ask like that? Why do I have to promise? I was about to ask, but then I remembered how he usually answers my “why” questions, so after taking another glance at Changmin and Dad, I changed my mind.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Promise.”
“I promise!”
“Good.” Then he let me go, and started walking down the hall. He stopped at Changmin and started to talk to him, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying, most likely, he was just reporting to him that I was okay, so Changmin could report it to his class. I locked eyes with Dad one more time before the teacher threatened to take more then two demerits away if I didn’t “get it in gear”, now.
The rest of gym was filled with Eunhyuk giving me sad looks, and Kanya giving me evil ones. Pure evil ones. I was so happy when the teacher said, “Okay, you guys can go change.”
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On to the next part
Pairing: Yoosu (main focus), Jaeho
Rating: PG (don't know if this still applies, but no one has conplained yet so...)
Summery: In his own words Kim Junsu tell us about the day after the day he meet Micky Yoochun, why tell of this day? Because the for three second on Monday, Junsu didn’t act like himself. And all through out Tuesday, our Junsu was a whole new man.
A/N: And I'm back with the pure and innocent Yoosu... Enjoy.
In the past: one two three four five six
Monkey and I entered the gym first, like we always do. We looked around for the teacher, saw that she was no where in sight, so Eunhyuk pulled out his bouncy ball, and threw it against the wall across from us. The game had begun. We played handball for about two minutes. Some more students piled into class and watched us. A few even joined in like they always do, and some girl, who always volunteers to be “look out”, was by the door, waiting for the teacher.
“Teacher!” The girl yelled. Eunhyuk caught the ball for the last time and slipped it into his pocket. We all ran over to the bleachers and were quietly sitting by the time the teacher entered the room. It took the first two days of school to master this act perfectly. I was very proud of my classmates show of teamwork. Of course, things always went smoothly when a certain “student” was missing. Though I highly doubt he will ever show up here anyway. But just for hope’s sake, or maybe she just did it out of habit, the teacher asked for the whereabouts of the said “student”.
“Has anyone seen West Kan Ya lately?” And like every day, she was met with the same reply; silence.
Did I mention today was a WEIRD day?
The doors opened after ten seconds of the “reply of silence” had started. In came West Kanya hyung. But he never comes to gym class!!!
“Mr. West, how nice of you to grace us with your presence, this afternoon.” The teacher said with a bored tone. I was surprised she wasn’t as surprised as the rest of us. I look around and saw the same shocked face on my classmates that I was sure had appeared on my own. I mean it’s not everyday the class snot/punk/bully shows up to class where student participation is key. After I got over the initial shock, I noticed that Kanya was staring right at me, and none to kindly, either. Then again, when had Kanya ever looked at me kindly? Anyway, it didn’t help that with being popular and all, that me and my friends have the best seats in the gym... the very top of the bleachers. And of course with it being today and all, there just happened to be an empty space next to me. He didn’t have to sit there, but the second he started walking towards the bleachers everyone started moving to the side, leaving a very clear path to the empty seat next to me. Figures. I took a deep breath as he climbed his way up. He didn’t say anything as he sat next to me. He didn’t even look in my direction. I didn’t know whether this was a good thing, or not.
Eunhyuk grabbed my hand to offer me comfort, I squeezed his hand lightly to show my appreciation. The teacher went through the attendance and then told us we were going to play Pickle Ball, today. Yes!! My favorite (second to soccer of course) game. Pickle Ball is a sport that is a cross between tennis and badminton. It wasn’t about arm strength, but more like knowing how to lightly hit a small ball with a paddle just right to out smart your opponent. After giving us the news, she dismissed us to the locker rooms. All the guys sprinted to the guys’ locker room, not wanting to be the one left, or last in the gym with Kanya. Me and Monkey got to our shared locker, and Monkey set to unlocking it, while I did what the rest if the guys in the room were doing, staring at the door to the locker room, waiting for it to open. We heard footsteps, and quickly acted as if everything was normal. It not that we are afraid of Kanya himself, but get him mad, and he’ll sick his bigger, scarier friends on you. Eunhyuk got our locker open and quickly handed me my clothes. Yes, the faster we change, the faster we can run out of here. I took my shirt off and when I looked back up I saw Eunhyuk looking wide eyed behind me. Oh great. I turned and there was Kanya, leaning against one of the lockers staring at us/me.
I really can’t stop my mouth sometimes.
“Can I help you with something, West Kanya hyung?” The sound of clothes shifting around us, stopped. I felt Eunhyuk’s hand on the lower part of my bare back. He was either telling me that he’d be there for me no matter what, or that he wished for me to shut up soon for my own sake. Either way, I felt safer knowing I wasn’t alone.
“Do you think you could lend an old friend a set of gym clothes?” What, we were never friends! He wanted clothes? No, there was more to this than that.... did that thought make sense? Anyway, I knew he was up to something.
“Sure, hyung,” Eunhyuk quickly moved out of the way as I fetched a shirt and shorts from our locker. (we always have about five or six pairs of shirts and shorts that we just alternate wearing throughout the week.) “I hope it fits.” I said. And this was the nerve racking part, I had to go up and personally hand it to him. I really wanted to throw it at him, but I knew better. I also knew there was a possibility that he was mad from what happened this morning, and I doubted a teacher was going to come in and save me this time. Though part of me WAS expecting Micky Yoochun to show up and do just that. Not that I wanted to see him, or anything, I mean we are friends and all, I guess, but... anyway...
As I handed the clothes over, Kanya grabbed my wrist. This was it, Jackson Curtis was going to come out of nowhere, now, and beat the crud out of me. I was actually looking around to see where he was. Kanya’s voice brought my attention back to his face.
“You know, there are a lot of strange rumors going around today.” Ahhh, he just wanted to talk. Did he need to hold my wrist to talk to me?
“So I’ve heard.”
“Oh, have you?” Seeing as Curtis wasn’t going to be coming to get me anytime soon, I relaxed a bit. I mean there really was nothing to fear from Kanya, unless his flunkeys were with him.
“Yes, what’s your point, hyung?” I pulled my wrist out of his grasp. I heard a few gasps around me. I resisted rolling my eyes.
“There are a lot of rumors about yourself going around, but not nearly as many as there should be.” What? That made no sense.
“What are you talking about?” He took a few steps closer to me.
“Lets just say I happened to obtain the juiciest piece of gossip this school will ever hear.”
“Are you planing to tell me what it is, now, or sometime tomorrow.” I heard a few stifled giggles. I was getting quite annoyed, but I just hoped I wasn’t digging myself into a corner, I mean backing myself into a hole... oh, you know what I mean! He turned around and faced our classmates.
“Gentlemen, what is the one question that has never had a definite answer? What is the one thing that not even the best friends of the Fantastic Four know the answer to?” I froze. He noticed. “Anyone? Well, I’ll tell you what the question is, where are the Kim’s parents, or more like, how come no one has EVER seen them, or have we, and just didn’t know it?” He grinned at the last part. He couldn’t know! How could he?
“Hyung, you know nothing about my parents.” I said confidently. I least I hoped that is what I sounded like. He came up to me and put his face right next to mine. I had every intention of backing away but his words kept me frozen where I was.
“Well then, why don’t we just go ask your mom then.” He whispered the next part real softly to me, but I still heard it. “He has Music Comprehension right now, doesn’t he, but even so, if HE can’t tell us, maybe your dad can, who ever the heck he is?” He then pulled away. Jaejoong, Mom, had Music Comprehension right now. He knew. Some how, some way, he knew. Though, Dad had that class too, and Kanya just indicated that he didn’t know who my Dad was, so at least he didn’t know everything. Still, no matter how hard I tried to school my facial features, I knew my fear of what he did know, was written there for all to see. Then his eyes widened.
“So it’s true! Heck, I was just saying that cause I thought I was hearing things this morning, and I thought it would piss you off some, to make fun of your family, but damn.” He started shaking his head. I wanted to fall dead right there and then. The last person on earth that should have THAT kind of information, had it. I didn’t know what to do or say. I just looked at him, waiting to see what he’d do next.
“What did he say?” Eunhyuk asked. My best friend didn’t even know any of it, by this jerk did. I wanted to cry. But once again, all action on my part was temporally put on hold the second I saw Kanya open his mouth.
“I need some time to think this over, you know, think of something that I want in return for my silence, so till then, you can consider your secret safe with me,” I let go of the breath I was holding. “But,” Then I sucked it back in wicked fast. “I do want to know everything, and I mean everything, so meet me after school today in the parking lot, or else I will spread what I do know.” What do I do, what do I say, what do I do, what do I say? What? Well, say something man!!!
But I couldn’t. I just nodded and did the only thing I could think of, I ran. Yes, I ran out of the locker room without a shirt on, but that was kind of the last thing on my mind at the moment.
I didn’t stop running until I felt the cold air hit my face and chest. I was outside. I was outside, shirtless, in the autumn time, and I was crying. And to think just this morning I thought today was going to be a bad day all because I couldn’t locate my back pack. If only that could be the worst of my troubles. I felt so lost. I needed someone to talk to, but who? I couldn’t go to Mom or Dad, because they would be so mad, and then they would be overly worried. I once peeped into their room while they where talking, and Dad said if word ever got out about our secret, the solution would be simple...
*Memory*
With my seven year old head pressed against the door, I heard my ten year old parents talking quietly. Stupid Minnie had cried for his “Mommy”, during recess today, and had run over to Mom. All the kids had laughed as them.
“If word really does get out, then the solution is simple, Jae. We simply switch schools.”
“Oh Yunnie, do you think we’ll have to do that a lot? I hope not.” Mom asked.
“I don’t know, it’s up to the kids, really, ya know, if they can remember to call us by our names, or not...”
“This is all my fault.”
“Jae, shut up, it is not, and you know it.”
“Yes, it is.”
I stopped listening after that. I went to bed very angry with Minnie. While he slept, I threw my bunched up socks at his head. With each throw I would say “Call Mom “Jae”, Minnie, call Mom “Jae”.”
*End memory*
Though I doubt he heard me that night, it was still the last time Changmin ever messed up their “names” in school. And here we were, eight years later, and I was the one who deserved to get rolled up socks thrown at me.
I don’t know why Mom always blames himself whenever me or Changmin do mess up their names... or when anything goes wrong. I really should ask Dad about that.
“Do I even want to know?” I turned around. Guess who? Come on, who DOESN’T need to see me shirtless.
“It’s... complicated.” I said/sniffled. He took off the zip - up hoodie he was wearing and handed it to me.
“Here.” At first I was going to turn down the offer, but the wind made me change my mind at the last second, as I took the jacket.
“Thanks.” He smiled. Well, at least someone was having a good day.
“Are you crying?” He stepped up to me and put his right hand on my cheek. I batted it away, and shook my head, no. I wiped my eyes then. We both knew I was lying, but he didn’t say anything, and for that, I was grateful. Wait.
Heck, I was just saying that cause I thought I was hearing things this morning.
This morning. Did he hear me talk to Mom this morning too? But why confront ME about it? Why hasn’t he bugged Mom? Unless he wasn’t there and he heard it from ... from someone who was there. I looked at the worried face of Micky. They were friends. And it IS a weird thing, to hear one student call another student their mother... but he said he wouldn’t tell. Can I trust him?
“Micky?”
“Junnie.”
“Did you tell?”
“Did I tell what?”
“Did you tell anyone about the conversation that took place between myself, and Jaejoong hyung, this morning?” He frowned.
“No, why, did something happen?”
“No.” I knew he didn’t believe me, but I didn’t feel like talking about what happened a few minutes ago, instead I wanted/ needed to think. Think of what I was going to say to Kanya after school in the parking lot. After school. “Crap.”
“What?”
“I can’t meet you after school today, at least, not right after.” He didn’t say anything for a few... seconds, minutes, I’m not really sure, but it seemed like a really long time to me.
“All right, then, just come down to the music room as soon as you’re done, okay?” I think he understood that if I wanted him to know what was wrong, I would have told him already. Again, I felt grateful, this time if was for Micky turning out to be a pretty bright kid.
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Yes I did, but why?”
“Because I like you.”
“That’s makes no sense.”
“Sure it does, by the way, Junnie, do you usually spend this much time out of class?” What. WHAT?!! That’s right, I’m still “in” school. For some reason I always forget where I am, or where I am supposed to be whenever I talk to Micky. Or maybe I’m just having a really off day.
“Crap, but wait, shouldn’t you be in class too?”
“I was, I was in my algebra class, but then we ran out of scrap paper, so I had to go next door, to the freshman Korean class, and get some. So I went and asked, and I just happened to look out the window, well, actually all of the other students were looking out the window so I looked too, and there you were. See, I believe that is your brother looking at us right now.”, He pointed behind me. And sure enough there was a freshmen Korean class, watching us, including the teacher! “I guess it’s not everyday they see a student such as yourself, run outside half naked, so the teacher sent me out here to see if everything was all right. Then again, I haven’t been here that long, so this kind of thing, could be a normal thing for kids at this school to do.” He kidded. I looked back at Changmin, who had the nerve to wave at me, through the window. I wasn’t going to hear the end of this when I got home today, the evil smile I saw through the window told me that much. “Anyway, I’m to report back to them ASAP”. He finished.
“Great. I’m having such a terrific day, today.” I can’t believe I missed so much class time. What if I get more demerits!?!! What am I up to now, ten?!! That’s two away from twelve. I almost earned myself a Saturday school in one day! That’s got to be a record or something. I bet Sungmin knows for sure, I’ll ask him later.
“Oh really, so am I,” I just stared at him. “You have really nice eyes.” I quickly looked around. The last thing I needed was for someone to eavesdrop on “this” conversation.
“Don’t say that.”
“Don’t worry, we’re all alone, Junnie.”
“No we’re not, if I’ve learned anything today, it’s that you are never alone in this school.”
“You sure got that right, Mr. Kim Jun Su, now would you like to come back to class, or do you think you’ve had enough for today.” It was my gym teacher, and she had poked her head out of the main door.
“See, I told you.” I said to Micky... after I apologized to the teacher, of course. She gave me two demerits anyway. Yup, that’s ten, total.
We entered the building again, first me, then Micky. As I turned to go into the gym again, Micky took a hold of my wrist. People seemed to like doing that today. I turned back, looking behind Micky, I saw Dad, he was grabbing something out of his locker. He stopped doing that, and was now watching me. This was the cue for Changmin to come out of his classroom. He too just stood there, watching. What the heck? I can get Dad, sorta, though this is weird timing, but why did Changmin have to come out? Go back.
“Hey,” Micky whispered to gain my attention. It worked. “Promise me you’ll meet me after school.” Oh, not this again. Why does he have to ask like that? Why do I have to promise? I was about to ask, but then I remembered how he usually answers my “why” questions, so after taking another glance at Changmin and Dad, I changed my mind.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Promise.”
“I promise!”
“Good.” Then he let me go, and started walking down the hall. He stopped at Changmin and started to talk to him, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying, most likely, he was just reporting to him that I was okay, so Changmin could report it to his class. I locked eyes with Dad one more time before the teacher threatened to take more then two demerits away if I didn’t “get it in gear”, now.
The rest of gym was filled with Eunhyuk giving me sad looks, and Kanya giving me evil ones. Pure evil ones. I was so happy when the teacher said, “Okay, you guys can go change.”
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