Trust Me (part two)
Title: Trust Me (Part 2 of ??) (Story 4 of 7)
Rating: PG 13 - R (this part: PG 13)
Pairing: Yoosu
Summery: Hi, Kim Junsu here, I just want to tell you about the week before as well as the day of, my school's talent show. It was quite an... entertaining show all around, as were the events that led up to it. Oh, and don't hate me, but I have kind of been keeping my relationship with Micky a secret... I have good reasons to though, really I do!
A/N: I forgot to mention that time has jumped to the month of APRIL, and now I have. Also, *points to username* remember you love me despite how I end this part.... Muhahaha. Enjoy.
Story one found here (It's Yoosu)
Story two found here (It's Jaeho)
Story three found here (It's EunMin)
In The Past: one
When we got to the parking lot, Micky and I waved Eunhyuk goodbye as he went off with one of the Seniors that always gives him a ride home (the Senior is a friend of ours who is on our soccer team). Then we headed over to my bike. Yup, though it’s still cold out... and it rains almost every other day, my family is back to riding our bikes to and from school. See the car is acting up (it makes this weird hissing sound), so my parents decided that we would go back to riding the bikes for now. It actually works out better this way though because Mom and I can now work the same days and not worry about transportation. That, and I now don’t have to take the late bus home after soccer practice, always a plus. The late bus, for one reason or another, goes right past my street in the beginning of it’s route, then goes all over town, and then finally back to my street.... it take me approximately two and a half hours to get home after taking the late bus.
I put on my helmet as Micky mounted the bike. Don’t ask me how I let Micky ride MY bike, but I think the proposal involved lots of kissing, he usually gets his way THAT way. Then I hopped up on the bike behind him, placing my feet on those bars located under the seat. Micky did not have a helmet, he said he kept forgetting it at home, but I am beginning to believe he doesn’t actually own one. As I put mine on, I looked around, but I didn’t see any of my family members. Strange, I don’t remember any of them having any after school activities today. Right when I was about to bring this up to Micky, (who was waiting for the traffic to lessen before riding off), all three of my family members came into view. Two of them were carrying the third. Well, Dad was giving Changmin a piggy back ride, and Mom was holding Changmin’s hand. Changmin himself, had a bandage wrapped around his head. What the hell happened to him? He was fine when I saw him at lunch... and the class he has after that is art.... you can’t get injured in that class, can you?
“What happened?” I asked when the three of them were within earshot.
“Your brilliant brother here, decided that he would rather talk with his friends then pay attention in his art class. At least that’s what the teacher told us.” Dad explained.
“He walked into the door.” Mom re - explained. I tried my hardest not to laugh in Changmin’s face. Micky didn’t try at all.
“Ha ha ha.” He said. Changmin glared. I wanted to tell him not to glare at my man, but then I remembered that he doesn’t even know that Micky and me are together, none of them do.
“It’s not funny.” Changmin said. But I saw Mom put his hand to his face, a clear sign that he found it amusing as well. God, what I wouldn’t pay to be sitting in that classroom at the time Changmin walked into the door. What, that’s not mean... it’s funny, it’s not like he’s really hurt, our school nurse always over reacts and will bandage the hell out of you, even if it’s just a paper cut. I’m sure he’s fine, maybe dizzy, which was why Dad is giving him the piggy back ride. Yeah.
My parents then said that they would be riding really slow, Changmin was going to hop on the back of Mom’s bike, and Dad was going to ride one bike while holding on to the other... and riding very slowly. So I have the chose I sticking by them or riding on ahead.
“Umm, we’ll meet you all at the house then.” Was my choice. They said “all right”, and Dad added to Micky.
“Please drive safely.” I just rolled my eyes at him. Then I placed my hands on Micky’s shoulders and we rode off. I didn’t wrap my arms around his neck until we were far away enough from school that our chances of being spotted by someone who knew us, were slim. When we got to the house I didn’t even stop to take off my helmet (I was that cold). I just dug for my house key, had it do what house keys do, and went inside. We walked straight to my room. I threw my backpack and helmet on my bed while Yoochun placed his on the floor and started going through it. He pulled out a few sheets of paper that were worse for their wear. By the way they looked, you’d think they were just pieces of scrap paper, all crinkled up, or maybe even some last minute homework that a teacher didn’t give out until everyone had already packed up all their stuff, it happens. But really, those pieces of paper that Micky was holding, they were more like our Bible... or something just as important, okay not really, but we used them a lot, so they WERE important. They were what we had planned for the talent show this year. This year, instead of performing with my family like I did every year since I was in seventh grade, I am going to perform with Micky.
It was his idea. He is going to play piano and I am going to sing.
*Memory*
“Donghae told me you wanted to talk?” I asked. It was after school, so by staying after to talk with Micky, I was making my family wait for me in the car. SO, this needed to be quick.
“I do.” Micky said. That’s all he said. Donghae had made it sound like Micky had something important to tell me. And that had to be true, otherwise, he could have just waited to talk to me later when I was at home. Instead, he wanted me to stay after school. So whatever he wants to talk about, it better be good, I can already hear Changmin whining in my ear as soon as I get in the car.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“With you, anything, everything, and so much more.”
“Micky.” I was getting annoyed. I was also in a bad mood because I didn’t do so hot on the Biology quiz we had today. I got a C... that’s really bad on my overall average! I think he started to sense my bad mood, because he finally got to the point.
“You’re in a grumpy mood, anyway, I just wanted to know when is that talent show thing that your school holds every year?” The Talent Show? That’s months away. He wanted me to stay after just so he could ask me that? That could have waited until later, no?
“The Talent Show, that’s not till April, why?”
“I think we should be in it.”
“I will be in it.”
“I want you to be in it with me, just you and me.” I smiled. Really? He reached across the table and tried to take my hand, but I wouldn’t let him. We were in the school library after all, and anyone could just walk right in at any moment (the music room was being occupied at the moment... and classrooms are too dangerous for private talks... what with the lurking teachers and all). Plus, talk had been heated lately about who it was that Micky Yoochun has a crush on. The fact that we were now in the fourth month of school and “no one” knew the answer still, made it even more of a hot topic for the student body. Heck, even my family “Secret”, as well as my family’s general day to day activities, took a back seat to the “new kid’s secret lover” on people's mouths. Though it kind of feels nice to not have the pressure on me so much. But, I also really don’t like everybody bugging Micky now.
“All right.” I said to his idea. I didn’t see anything wrong with it. No one would ever assume that me and Micky are together, I mean, it was known that Micky was already part of the popular crowd, cause he sits at our table. And that we are friends and all, but as far as they know, that is all we were, just friends, plus everyone still thinks I have a thing for Joo Eun. “Got any ideas as to what we should do?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I do.”
“And?”
“You really are impatient, anyway, I want to write a song and then play it on the piano... well on the keyboard that is in the music room, and I want you to sing the lyrics I write.”
“You want me to sing?”
“That’s right.” But how does he even know if I can sing or not? I mean I can... people say I can sing really well actually, but that doesn’t explain how Micky knows this/ that.
“I think I’ve asked you this before, but I don’t remember your answer. How do you know I can sing?” He just smirked.
“That’s another story for another time, my love, right now you should get going before your brothers get mad.” I almost said “I only have one brother”.
Instead I just said, “I... right, well, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” I had half turned when he said.
“Wait, you still want to do it with me, right, even after hearing my plan?” WOW, that sounded wrong, and that evil glint in his eyes told me he knew it too. I turned to face him fully again.
“Yes, I still want to PERFORM with you at the Talent Show.”
“OOOO, “perform”, you make it sound so dirty, Junnie.”
“Shut up, I do not.” I laughed. He laughed too. Then he tilted his head at me.
“What?”
“I think you need to start running again.”
“Why would I need to... my... family is still waiting in the car for me, crap!” I almost said “my parents”. Yeah that would have been fun to explain. NOT!
He waved me goodbye and then watched me run out of the library.
*End memory*
At the moment, Micky was concentrating hard on the piece of paper in front of him. The only thing I didn’t like about our plan... his plan, was that it had him doing all the work, while I just sat beside him, and felt useless. He composed the music, and he was now working on the lyrics. All I did was sit near him, and give him feedback on what he comes up with every few minutes or so. I wish I could do more. But he didn’t seem to mind this, so I wasn’t about to complain.
“Okay, how does this sound.” He said/ asked, after a few moments. “If you're aware that there are no boundaries in a blue sky, then quickly come to me. No words are needed, I just want to be by your side. Love is calling.”
“Didn’t you already write those last two lines?”
“Yeah, I was thinking of making it the chorus.”
“You’re going to have a one line chorus?”
“Junsu.”
“What? I don’t know, I’ve never written song lyrics before. But I thought a chorus is usually longer than one line.” Really I did.
“It’s two lines long, and I’ll be repeating other stuff too, not just that.”
“But aren’t you only suppose to repeat the chorus?”
“Says who?” Ummm... the music men, I don’t know. The famous song writer guys from ancient times, maybe, I don’t know, someone made it a rule... I think it’s a rule.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, all right then, I’m going to repeat as much as I want, whatever lines I want.” He went back to staring at the paper. Then he looked back to me. “No really though, how did the lyrics sound.” I scooted over to him and put my face real close to his. We kissed. “Seriously now, how was it?” We kissed again. “Junsu.”
“What?” He threw his pencil on the ground.
“Fine, we’ll work on it later.” He then put his hand behind my head and pulled me to him. Our mouths smashed together. We kissed in that fashion until we heard the front door to the house open and close. We pulled away then. “Guess that’s our cue to get back to work then.” I just nodded as I tried to make myself look less flushed before whoever was home had a chance to come in my room. Whoever was home didn’t come in. I knew Mom was at work. This left Dad and Changmin, (though I doubt Dad was still carrying Changmin). My parents have yet to be informed about my relationship with Micky, and Changmin is the LAST person that needs to know. Though I think he already suspects something, the smart ass. In fact I remember this one time, it was a few weeks before Christmas, we were riding home on our bikes (the car wouldn’t start that morning). When we arrived at the house, I don’t remember what we were fighting about, but I do remember telling him that the only reason he liked Eun Sun was because she had big boobs. In which he yelled “Shut up, that’s not true, you jerk!” But then he said. “Hey, I least I don’t like someone who is in love with somebody else. But speaking of Yoochun hyung, you two have been getting pretty close lately, you haven’t switch sides have you?” I was so shocked by what he said I quickly (and loudly) denied it. I don’t know if that made me sound more or less suspicious. I am just worried that if Changmin can come to such conclusions, then maybe other people are too. That... and if Minnie ever really thought that that was true then...
“Okay, how does this sound,” I stopped my mind from wondering again... more, and gave all my attention to Micky.
The lyrics to the song Micky was writing sounded pretty good to me so far. As he worked, I thought back to the time he had come up with the idea, again. Then I remembered that he never answered one of my questions. So I decided to ask him again, now.
“Micky?”
“Mmmm?” He gaze was still on the paper before him. There were lots of crinkled up pieces of paper around him. It must have happen magically, because I don’t remember him crinkling any of them up. But that’s the way it always is with writers, I guess... or at least every time I see him write.
“How did, or how do, you know that I can sing?” He finally turned all of his attention to me.
“Well... didn’t you think it was weird that I kissed you on the first day that we officially met?” What... what did that have to do with my question?
“I’ve always thought it was just because you were weird like that, and that doesn’t answer my question.”
“Gee thanks, and it will answer it. So you didn’t ever wonder why I kissed you?”
“Yes I did, and you said it was because you like me, but again, what does that have to...”
“But haven't you ever wondered why I like you?”
“Of course I did, I mean I do.... why do you?”
“Well, because, and I don’t know if this makes much sense, but, I like you because I fell in love with you, after hearing you sing.” Love, that’s a strong word. Does he mean that?
“When did you hear me sing?”
“Over the summer.”
“The summer!?” When did I sing in the summer, he saw me over the summer, did I see him? I tired to think back to this past summer. I sang a lot over the summer. When I went bike riding, when I took a break from riding and would walk around town, when I would walk around the empty school lot and all around there, when I was in a store because I running an errand for Mom or Dad, so I guess it’s possible that he heard me sing... since I did it everywhere.
“Would you like me to tell you exactly how it happened?”
“Yes.” Micky put his pencil down and turned so his whole body was facing me.
“It happened when I was walking around town. I was trying to figure out where everything was located in what was now going to be considered my new home town....”
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On to the next part
Rating: PG 13 - R (this part: PG 13)
Pairing: Yoosu
Summery: Hi, Kim Junsu here, I just want to tell you about the week before as well as the day of, my school's talent show. It was quite an... entertaining show all around, as were the events that led up to it. Oh, and don't hate me, but I have kind of been keeping my relationship with Micky a secret... I have good reasons to though, really I do!
A/N: I forgot to mention that time has jumped to the month of APRIL, and now I have. Also, *points to username* remember you love me despite how I end this part.... Muhahaha. Enjoy.
Story one found here (It's Yoosu)
Story two found here (It's Jaeho)
Story three found here (It's EunMin)
In The Past: one
When we got to the parking lot, Micky and I waved Eunhyuk goodbye as he went off with one of the Seniors that always gives him a ride home (the Senior is a friend of ours who is on our soccer team). Then we headed over to my bike. Yup, though it’s still cold out... and it rains almost every other day, my family is back to riding our bikes to and from school. See the car is acting up (it makes this weird hissing sound), so my parents decided that we would go back to riding the bikes for now. It actually works out better this way though because Mom and I can now work the same days and not worry about transportation. That, and I now don’t have to take the late bus home after soccer practice, always a plus. The late bus, for one reason or another, goes right past my street in the beginning of it’s route, then goes all over town, and then finally back to my street.... it take me approximately two and a half hours to get home after taking the late bus.
I put on my helmet as Micky mounted the bike. Don’t ask me how I let Micky ride MY bike, but I think the proposal involved lots of kissing, he usually gets his way THAT way. Then I hopped up on the bike behind him, placing my feet on those bars located under the seat. Micky did not have a helmet, he said he kept forgetting it at home, but I am beginning to believe he doesn’t actually own one. As I put mine on, I looked around, but I didn’t see any of my family members. Strange, I don’t remember any of them having any after school activities today. Right when I was about to bring this up to Micky, (who was waiting for the traffic to lessen before riding off), all three of my family members came into view. Two of them were carrying the third. Well, Dad was giving Changmin a piggy back ride, and Mom was holding Changmin’s hand. Changmin himself, had a bandage wrapped around his head. What the hell happened to him? He was fine when I saw him at lunch... and the class he has after that is art.... you can’t get injured in that class, can you?
“What happened?” I asked when the three of them were within earshot.
“Your brilliant brother here, decided that he would rather talk with his friends then pay attention in his art class. At least that’s what the teacher told us.” Dad explained.
“He walked into the door.” Mom re - explained. I tried my hardest not to laugh in Changmin’s face. Micky didn’t try at all.
“Ha ha ha.” He said. Changmin glared. I wanted to tell him not to glare at my man, but then I remembered that he doesn’t even know that Micky and me are together, none of them do.
“It’s not funny.” Changmin said. But I saw Mom put his hand to his face, a clear sign that he found it amusing as well. God, what I wouldn’t pay to be sitting in that classroom at the time Changmin walked into the door. What, that’s not mean... it’s funny, it’s not like he’s really hurt, our school nurse always over reacts and will bandage the hell out of you, even if it’s just a paper cut. I’m sure he’s fine, maybe dizzy, which was why Dad is giving him the piggy back ride. Yeah.
My parents then said that they would be riding really slow, Changmin was going to hop on the back of Mom’s bike, and Dad was going to ride one bike while holding on to the other... and riding very slowly. So I have the chose I sticking by them or riding on ahead.
“Umm, we’ll meet you all at the house then.” Was my choice. They said “all right”, and Dad added to Micky.
“Please drive safely.” I just rolled my eyes at him. Then I placed my hands on Micky’s shoulders and we rode off. I didn’t wrap my arms around his neck until we were far away enough from school that our chances of being spotted by someone who knew us, were slim. When we got to the house I didn’t even stop to take off my helmet (I was that cold). I just dug for my house key, had it do what house keys do, and went inside. We walked straight to my room. I threw my backpack and helmet on my bed while Yoochun placed his on the floor and started going through it. He pulled out a few sheets of paper that were worse for their wear. By the way they looked, you’d think they were just pieces of scrap paper, all crinkled up, or maybe even some last minute homework that a teacher didn’t give out until everyone had already packed up all their stuff, it happens. But really, those pieces of paper that Micky was holding, they were more like our Bible... or something just as important, okay not really, but we used them a lot, so they WERE important. They were what we had planned for the talent show this year. This year, instead of performing with my family like I did every year since I was in seventh grade, I am going to perform with Micky.
It was his idea. He is going to play piano and I am going to sing.
*Memory*
“Donghae told me you wanted to talk?” I asked. It was after school, so by staying after to talk with Micky, I was making my family wait for me in the car. SO, this needed to be quick.
“I do.” Micky said. That’s all he said. Donghae had made it sound like Micky had something important to tell me. And that had to be true, otherwise, he could have just waited to talk to me later when I was at home. Instead, he wanted me to stay after school. So whatever he wants to talk about, it better be good, I can already hear Changmin whining in my ear as soon as I get in the car.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“With you, anything, everything, and so much more.”
“Micky.” I was getting annoyed. I was also in a bad mood because I didn’t do so hot on the Biology quiz we had today. I got a C... that’s really bad on my overall average! I think he started to sense my bad mood, because he finally got to the point.
“You’re in a grumpy mood, anyway, I just wanted to know when is that talent show thing that your school holds every year?” The Talent Show? That’s months away. He wanted me to stay after just so he could ask me that? That could have waited until later, no?
“The Talent Show, that’s not till April, why?”
“I think we should be in it.”
“I will be in it.”
“I want you to be in it with me, just you and me.” I smiled. Really? He reached across the table and tried to take my hand, but I wouldn’t let him. We were in the school library after all, and anyone could just walk right in at any moment (the music room was being occupied at the moment... and classrooms are too dangerous for private talks... what with the lurking teachers and all). Plus, talk had been heated lately about who it was that Micky Yoochun has a crush on. The fact that we were now in the fourth month of school and “no one” knew the answer still, made it even more of a hot topic for the student body. Heck, even my family “Secret”, as well as my family’s general day to day activities, took a back seat to the “new kid’s secret lover” on people's mouths. Though it kind of feels nice to not have the pressure on me so much. But, I also really don’t like everybody bugging Micky now.
“All right.” I said to his idea. I didn’t see anything wrong with it. No one would ever assume that me and Micky are together, I mean, it was known that Micky was already part of the popular crowd, cause he sits at our table. And that we are friends and all, but as far as they know, that is all we were, just friends, plus everyone still thinks I have a thing for Joo Eun. “Got any ideas as to what we should do?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I do.”
“And?”
“You really are impatient, anyway, I want to write a song and then play it on the piano... well on the keyboard that is in the music room, and I want you to sing the lyrics I write.”
“You want me to sing?”
“That’s right.” But how does he even know if I can sing or not? I mean I can... people say I can sing really well actually, but that doesn’t explain how Micky knows this/ that.
“I think I’ve asked you this before, but I don’t remember your answer. How do you know I can sing?” He just smirked.
“That’s another story for another time, my love, right now you should get going before your brothers get mad.” I almost said “I only have one brother”.
Instead I just said, “I... right, well, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” I had half turned when he said.
“Wait, you still want to do it with me, right, even after hearing my plan?” WOW, that sounded wrong, and that evil glint in his eyes told me he knew it too. I turned to face him fully again.
“Yes, I still want to PERFORM with you at the Talent Show.”
“OOOO, “perform”, you make it sound so dirty, Junnie.”
“Shut up, I do not.” I laughed. He laughed too. Then he tilted his head at me.
“What?”
“I think you need to start running again.”
“Why would I need to... my... family is still waiting in the car for me, crap!” I almost said “my parents”. Yeah that would have been fun to explain. NOT!
He waved me goodbye and then watched me run out of the library.
*End memory*
At the moment, Micky was concentrating hard on the piece of paper in front of him. The only thing I didn’t like about our plan... his plan, was that it had him doing all the work, while I just sat beside him, and felt useless. He composed the music, and he was now working on the lyrics. All I did was sit near him, and give him feedback on what he comes up with every few minutes or so. I wish I could do more. But he didn’t seem to mind this, so I wasn’t about to complain.
“Okay, how does this sound.” He said/ asked, after a few moments. “If you're aware that there are no boundaries in a blue sky, then quickly come to me. No words are needed, I just want to be by your side. Love is calling.”
“Didn’t you already write those last two lines?”
“Yeah, I was thinking of making it the chorus.”
“You’re going to have a one line chorus?”
“Junsu.”
“What? I don’t know, I’ve never written song lyrics before. But I thought a chorus is usually longer than one line.” Really I did.
“It’s two lines long, and I’ll be repeating other stuff too, not just that.”
“But aren’t you only suppose to repeat the chorus?”
“Says who?” Ummm... the music men, I don’t know. The famous song writer guys from ancient times, maybe, I don’t know, someone made it a rule... I think it’s a rule.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, all right then, I’m going to repeat as much as I want, whatever lines I want.” He went back to staring at the paper. Then he looked back to me. “No really though, how did the lyrics sound.” I scooted over to him and put my face real close to his. We kissed. “Seriously now, how was it?” We kissed again. “Junsu.”
“What?” He threw his pencil on the ground.
“Fine, we’ll work on it later.” He then put his hand behind my head and pulled me to him. Our mouths smashed together. We kissed in that fashion until we heard the front door to the house open and close. We pulled away then. “Guess that’s our cue to get back to work then.” I just nodded as I tried to make myself look less flushed before whoever was home had a chance to come in my room. Whoever was home didn’t come in. I knew Mom was at work. This left Dad and Changmin, (though I doubt Dad was still carrying Changmin). My parents have yet to be informed about my relationship with Micky, and Changmin is the LAST person that needs to know. Though I think he already suspects something, the smart ass. In fact I remember this one time, it was a few weeks before Christmas, we were riding home on our bikes (the car wouldn’t start that morning). When we arrived at the house, I don’t remember what we were fighting about, but I do remember telling him that the only reason he liked Eun Sun was because she had big boobs. In which he yelled “Shut up, that’s not true, you jerk!” But then he said. “Hey, I least I don’t like someone who is in love with somebody else. But speaking of Yoochun hyung, you two have been getting pretty close lately, you haven’t switch sides have you?” I was so shocked by what he said I quickly (and loudly) denied it. I don’t know if that made me sound more or less suspicious. I am just worried that if Changmin can come to such conclusions, then maybe other people are too. That... and if Minnie ever really thought that that was true then...
“Okay, how does this sound,” I stopped my mind from wondering again... more, and gave all my attention to Micky.
The lyrics to the song Micky was writing sounded pretty good to me so far. As he worked, I thought back to the time he had come up with the idea, again. Then I remembered that he never answered one of my questions. So I decided to ask him again, now.
“Micky?”
“Mmmm?” He gaze was still on the paper before him. There were lots of crinkled up pieces of paper around him. It must have happen magically, because I don’t remember him crinkling any of them up. But that’s the way it always is with writers, I guess... or at least every time I see him write.
“How did, or how do, you know that I can sing?” He finally turned all of his attention to me.
“Well... didn’t you think it was weird that I kissed you on the first day that we officially met?” What... what did that have to do with my question?
“I’ve always thought it was just because you were weird like that, and that doesn’t answer my question.”
“Gee thanks, and it will answer it. So you didn’t ever wonder why I kissed you?”
“Yes I did, and you said it was because you like me, but again, what does that have to...”
“But haven't you ever wondered why I like you?”
“Of course I did, I mean I do.... why do you?”
“Well, because, and I don’t know if this makes much sense, but, I like you because I fell in love with you, after hearing you sing.” Love, that’s a strong word. Does he mean that?
“When did you hear me sing?”
“Over the summer.”
“The summer!?” When did I sing in the summer, he saw me over the summer, did I see him? I tired to think back to this past summer. I sang a lot over the summer. When I went bike riding, when I took a break from riding and would walk around town, when I would walk around the empty school lot and all around there, when I was in a store because I running an errand for Mom or Dad, so I guess it’s possible that he heard me sing... since I did it everywhere.
“Would you like me to tell you exactly how it happened?”
“Yes.” Micky put his pencil down and turned so his whole body was facing me.
“It happened when I was walking around town. I was trying to figure out where everything was located in what was now going to be considered my new home town....”
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On to the next part