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asdfghjklhynneTitle: Of Rejection, Accident, and Regret
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asdfghjklhynne (former lhynnechan)
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junsu
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Alternative Universe
Length: Threeshot
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only own Junsu. Kidding. He's Yoochun's, alriiiiight~ :3 And Changmin’s.. well, the refrigerator owns him. I don't own the plot either, but I did all of the writing.
Summary: Just as when Junsu is at the process of letting go of his feelings for Yoochun (who never laid his eyes on Junsu’s), an accident will invert the situation. Meanwhile, Changmin’s too protective on Junsu’s fragile emotions.
A/N: ugh this is too typical. sorry :( hope it will turn out well at the end :/ dedicated to my soulmate,chikichikichuu ♥ sorry, late graduation gift XD hope this fits your standards tho it’s very cliche .___. and also, many thanks to bluepinkfairy for brainstorming with me about the title. thank you G! ♥
Big droplets of rain started hitting on the classroom’s transparent windows. But the weather didn’t stop Park Yoochun from doing his daily routines in life. He was at the middle of making out with a girl (some gorgeous girl from the school cheerleading team); her blouse unbuttoned exposing her cleavage and skirt hanging upwards as Yoochun’s hands sneakily traveled inside when a loud ringtone of Be My Girl interrupted their heated intimacy. Yoochun hissed loudly as he fished out his phone to answer the call. The girl uncomfortably stood up from Yoochun’s lap and stared in lust at the man’s sexy lips moving animatedly.
“What the hell?”
“Man, classes are over.”
Recognizing the caller’s voice, he rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Jung. You’re interrupting something.” He glanced at the girl and gave her a wink.
“I don’t care about your hormones dude, just come over. It’s Friday, boys’ night out remember? Jaejoong’s ranting about your abandoned underwear somewhere in your car the last time he borrowed your car. That’s disgusting. I won’t ride on your car ever again.” Jung Yunho, one of his friends outside the school just called him.
“Argh. Alriiiight,” Yoochun stood up from the stool and fixed his clothes. “But Jae only invented a lewd story like that just to keep you company, how dare you believe him.” He walked towards the girl’s figure and helped her fixing the creases on her uniform.
There was a sound of laughter on the other line and Yoochun recognized Jaejoong’s melodic laugh. “Chunnie, make out with me insteaaaad—HIC!” Jaejoong whined over the phone. Yunho must’ve turned the phone into loudspeaker mode.
“You see, he’s drunk already. You’re always responsible for the drunken Jae—Aish, Jae enough of the soju!” Yoochun wanted to hang up already.
“Yes, yes. I’ll be on my way there.”
“I’ll be waiting my Park Chunnieeee~~” Jaejoong’s melodic words were the last sounds his ears perceived on the other line before hanging up.
Yoochun placed a chaste kiss on the girl’s lips and whispered, “We’ll continue this on some other time, ‘kay?” The girl blushed and nodded. “Should I drop you somewhere? It’s raining.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll call my chauffer at home to fetch me.”
Yoochun escorted her to the school’s lobby and soon left her alone. He ran towards the parking lot without letting him soak in the rain. He opened the door and situated himself inside. Driving a car in this kind of weather would be very difficult, but he assured to himself that he’ll be just fine. Starting the engine, his skillful hands worked on the steering wheel as he hummed on a melody.
But before he could exit the school premises, something unexpectedly happened.
Yoochun didn’t see the figure crossing the pathway due to the blurriness of the car’s window. He only realized that when the wiper started clearing the window’s surface. Stomping hardly at the brakes, his car came into a loud screech. His eyes widened in shock.
No.. I didn't hit something.. someone..
Turning off the engine, he quickly moved out of the car. He doesn't care if he’s already drenched in water; the only thing he cared about right now was the person his car had knocked off.
Yoochun knelt at the lifeless figure as the rain continuously pouring onto them. “Hey, hey! Are you alright?!”
But he paused as he finally got to see the entire face.
Wait.. I know this guy. At the rooftop earlier..
His eyes widened more as he saw a pool of blood forming on the ground, mixing with water. “Blood.. no.. I should get you to the hospital!”
Without hesitations, Yoochun lifted Junsu up and placed him on the car’s backseat. He quickly drove the car to the nearest hospital he knew and handed him to the emergency room. Yoochun’s body was trembling not only because of the coldness of the rain, but also because of fear that he might have killed someone due to his carelessness.
A few hours ago, Yoochun was still glowing due to smiling because he doesn't have that much problems in life. But now, his face was literally turned into pale. As if his body system also lost a big amount of blood. A few hours ago, Junsu was talking to him at the rooftop and he rejected him. But right now, he’s fighting for his life on the emergency room and Yoochun was begging for him to stay alive. How could this happen to them instantly? How fast karma could be.
Stupid rain.. now I’m committing a serious crime.
The clock says seven-forty five in the evening when Yoochun’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He absentmindedly fished out the gadget and unlocked it. It took five times before Yoochun’s mind finally understand the message.
Sender: Jung Yunho
Received: 19:45
Message: Where the hell are you? Jaejoong and I are famished.
He almost forgot everything in the world; all he could think of was Junsu’s health condition.. since he was the reason of the man’s agony right now.
He clumsily typed down, Sorry. Can’t come right now. Something terrible happened. I’ll make it up to you both. After sending the message, he turned off the device and pulled out the battery. Leaning his back on the bench, his fingertips massaged his twitching temples. His face shows how much tired and worried he has been. He never felt so helpless in his entire life.
He glanced at his right only to find Junsu’s soaked bag and clothes sitting on the chair. He rummaged through his things and found his cellphone inside his bag. He opened it to see a message from Changmin.
Sender: Changminnie :3
Received: 16:18
Message: Hyung, did you get home safely? You didn’t catch a fever, right? I’ll be waiting for your reply~
Should I inform them? Of course they have the right to know what happened to him. But what about me? They will sue me right away and put me behind the bars. I must settle this first with—Wait.. I don’t even know his name.
He scanned through the man’s clothes and his eyes caught the nametag attached at the uniform.
Kim Junsu..
He answered the message by replying, Yes, I’m doing fine. Don’t worry. And he also did the same to his phone. He turned it off, preventing from anyone to contact them.
What the fuck have I done? He palmed his face with guilt.
Few hours passed by and the most awaited part has finally come. At around 9:15 PM, the emergency room’s door creaked open and revealed the stretcher where Junsu was. Yoochun rose up from his seat to see his condition but the medics blocked his way. A doctor approached him instead.
“Are you his family?”
“N-no. I’m his.. friend. I’m the one who brought him here. How’s he doing, doc?”
The doctor smiled first before delivering the good news. “The operation was successful. Your friend’s condition is now stable. We moved him on room 405 so that he can fully rest. But as soon as he wakes up, kindly inform us immediately. We have to run down some tests on him to make sure his head is doing fine.”
Yoochun sighed in relief. “I’m glad.”
The doctor soon left him and Yoochun situated himself next to Junsu’s form lying on the bed. An IV was securely attached to his wrist and his head was properly bandaged. Never thought his driving could almost kill someone’s life. His conscience couldn't take it if he left Junsu in this state and besides, he had to convince him not to put any charges on him.
Sleep never took a toll on him the whole night. Surprisingly, watching over the unconscious Junsu claimed Yoochun’s interest. To his intense staring, he could already paint Junsu’s face on his mind. He could have sworn to himself that if he falls asleep, he might see Junsu in his dreamland.
Junsu’s long eyelashes are fanning on his cheekbones; the shadows could be clearly seen on his skin. His eyebrows are calmly lined up into a crescent form, as if he’s dreaming something. Hope it wasn't anything nightmare. He has a pointed nose and it looks perfect on him. Down to his lips—it’s bow shaped and plump. Nice jaw he has there, it suits the shape of his face. The contour of his face compliments the fairness of his skin complexion. He never noticed how handsome Junsu was. Instead of catching up the precious time of sleeping, Yoochun was busy drinking up every detail of Junsu’s face.
Snapping out of his daze, he realized what he’s doing. This isn’t right..
Just because Junsu has feeling for Yoochun doesn't mean the latter also feels the same.
On the side table shows Junsu’s belongings; his bag left unzipped and his clothes dampened due to the rainfall. Yoochun squeezed out the cold water from the soaked clothes and hung it to the clothesline on the washroom. Next, he scattered all of Junsu’s things and let it all dry. Tsk, why didn't he even bring an umbrella with him?
Yes, he’s just doing this out of kindness.
But when he saw the literary piece Junsu wrote this afternoon (good thing his books are still dry), his mind was enlightened. This quote clearly speaks about him. The way Junsu wrote it—sadness and heartbreak are fully intact. Did this guy really love him that much? How come he’s not aware of it?
Then he remembered about Junsu’s confession to him, and how he simply rejected the other. Now he feels regret, because he finally realized today how awesome Junsu can be.
Maybe.. maybe I should give it a try and see if it’s right.
TBC.
( Previous Parts )
Author:
asdfghjklhynne (former lhynnechan)Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junsu
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Alternative Universe
Length: Threeshot
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only own Junsu. Kidding. He's Yoochun's, alriiiiight~ :3 And Changmin’s.. well, the refrigerator owns him. I don't own the plot either, but I did all of the writing.
Summary: Just as when Junsu is at the process of letting go of his feelings for Yoochun (who never laid his eyes on Junsu’s), an accident will invert the situation. Meanwhile, Changmin’s too protective on Junsu’s fragile emotions.
A/N: ugh this is too typical. sorry :( hope it will turn out well at the end :/ dedicated to my soulmate,
chikichikichuu ♥ sorry, late graduation gift XD hope this fits your standards tho it’s very cliche .___. and also, many thanks to bluepinkfairy for brainstorming with me about the title. thank you G! ♥---
Nothing hurts more than realizing he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him.
The words written on the paper were slowly erasing, tainting ink blotches on the white surface. Kim Junsu quickly wiped the falling tears off his cheeks. Along with his crying state, the sky cried too. There’s a heavy downpour of rain outside the school.
So many painful things happened today. He doesn’t know how to start anew after all of this, but somehow he feels proud of himself for enduring everything no matter how painful the situation was. Crazy, he thought. He confessed his undying love to the resident kingka of the school, Park Yoochun. And he obviously knew that he doesn’t have any chance with him, for the kingka never noticed his existence. He was simply rejected by the other, and Yoochun isn’t aware that Junsu was in total pain.
Yoochun is notoriously well-known, while Junsu is forever unknown. Yoochun’s popularity swerved not just inside, but also outside of their school. He takes part on the music department, playing the piano without any flaws. He belongs in the limelight, people showering him with praises and admiration about his talent. A very sociable guy; Yoochun knows how to party hard. But he knows his limits; he would not grow far from being his simple self no matter how popular he is to people.
On the contrary, Junsu knows nothing. He isn’t good at anything Yoochun does, except for being a frustrated poet. In this chaotic world, the only armor he has with him is his pen. Junsu was never praised nor recognized by the whole student body. His own family and his bestfriend would only notice how worthy Junsu is, for they were the only one who truly loves him.
Although the consequences are unbearable, it’s better if Junsu would let Yoochun know about his feelings before he would come up with the decision of moving on. The thought alone was very hard to accept, but he had to do it. There’s no reason of holding on when the other doesn’t care at all. Why did he realize that just now? He was blinded by his love for him.
The painful scene kept on replaying in his mind, torturing the man’s fragile heart over and over again. He’s seriously turning into a masochist and it’s so unhealthy.
A strong wind brushed Yoochun’s fringe above his forehead. He patiently waited for Junsu’s words at the school’s rooftop. But Junsu could only stand there, having a hard time on breathing. Seeing Yoochun up in close, Junsu’s heart is beating too fast. ‘His skin is glowing.. his face is too handsome.. his mole on his cheek—’
“You said you have something to tell me. What is it?” Yoochun glanced at him, but looked up in the sky afterwards. Junsu’s heart ached a bit, slowly losing his confidence.
“Y-you left this on the bench a while ago. I thought of.. returning this to you.” Junsu handed him the textbook he saw at the bench when he saw Yoochun. Yoochun left it without even noticing. ‘Stupid Junsu. You should’ve confessed right away!’
“You didn’t just return this to me on this secluded place. You still have other intentions, right?”
"Y-Yoochun-ahh.. I.." Junsu mustered. "I know I’m insane, but I really like you. Will you please g-go out with.. m-me?"
Yoochun gripped his hands on the textbook. ‘Another love confession once again.’ "I'm sorry. I don't have any feelings for you. We’re both men, and I’m not into guys. So please stop liking me.” Yoochun walked towards the exit and continued, “Thank you for returning my book, you’re very kind.”
Junsu heard Yoochun’s footsteps; it was fading away. It means he completely left him alone.
“At least he called me kind.” Junsu muttered, eyes watery at the moment. He shook his head and crooked a smile.
And now, the whole student body was mocking him. His love confession towards the kingka spread like a wild fire. The fangirls sure know everything. Junsu knew Yoochun won’t tell it to anyone, because he’s not that kind of person. Yoochun’s rabid fangirls are starting to attack him. Junsu could only look at Yoochun longingly, and the latter (as expected of him) would never give a damn about him.
Junsu closed the metal door of his locker as soon as he tidied his things inside. Just as he shut it close, he saw Yoochun with his friends passing by the locker corner. Junsu was surprised; he couldn’t take his eyes off his. But Yoochun’s eyes didn’t meet with his gaze.
One of Yoochun’s ally noticed Junsu standing just a few meters away from them. “Yahh Prince Yoochun~ why don’t you greet your fanboy?” He nudged Yoochun by the arm.
“Shut up with that ‘Prince Yoochun’. You wish to die?” Yoochun chuckled as they continued walking. He didn’t even give Junsu a single glance when they left.
Yoochun’s smile left him dazed. From afar, his smile is so bright; so beautiful that you can’t help but look at his direction instantly and admire a little. A little dimple mark on the cheek and eyes twinkling in delight—Junsu couldn’t help the small upward curve forming on his own lips. Then again, he would never experience seeing those up in close. Sad reality.
Yoochun seems to be heterosexual. He’s not into guys, Yoochun already said so. Junsu is nowhere near closer to a woman’s attribute. His figure isn’t skinny, his voice is too squeaky, his face is nowhere feminine—who would think of Yoochun liking him without those traits? No one.
He knew he doesn’t have a chance at all, so he should stop this insanity already and move on with his life.
It's hard to wait around for something you know might never happen, but it's even harder to give up when it's everything you want. It hurts to let go, but sometimes it hurts more to hold on. Sometimes you have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears, and say, “Goodbye”.
Little did he know, he had written another literary piece.
“Junsu-hyung.”
“Oh, Changmin-ah.” Junsu could only muster a weak smile. “I thought you already went home.” He hid the paper from Changmin’s sight and smiled more.
Seeing his bestfriend being like this, Changmin’s heart ached a bit. He knew Junsu suffered too much, and he can’t do anything to ease his pain. He knew everyone hated him at the moment, but he didn’t do anything to save him from those filthy hands. All he can do is to sit down and watch Junsu suffer under those angry mobs. He hated himself instead.
“It’s raining, and you don’t have any umbrella. We should go home together.”
“I’m alright, Changmin-ah. I feel like being alone right now, I want to have some ‘me’ time. You wouldn’t mind, right? I can go home by myself.”
Changmin sighed and took his black umbrella from his bag. “But at least accept this. You’ll get soaked. You’ll get sick.”
Junsu pushed the umbrella back at him. “Changmin-ah, this umbrella is yours. Your mother will scold me if you get sick because I used it.” He smiled.
They paused at the moment, but Changmin had to break the ice. “I’m so sorry hyung. I know you hate me right now for not saving you earlier. I’m such a freaking coward.” He shook his head.
“What are you talking about?” Junsu let out a fake chuckle. “I didn’t hate you. You’re my bestfriend, and I always love you for that.”
“Hyung.. you’re making me feel so guilty right now.”
“You silly. You’re just hungry.” Junsu reached for Changmin’s head and shuffled his hair. “You didn’t eat any? Oh, my poor baby Minnie~” He cooed, hiding his true emotions.
“You’re making fun of me again.” Changmin distanced himself away from his bestfriend, frowning. “I’ll go home now. Wait ‘til the rain stops.”
When Changmin completely disappeared in his sight, Junsu looked back at the paper he was writing earlier and heaved a sigh. He fixed his things and ready to leave the library.
‘I guess the rain won’t stop at any moment. Won’t hurt if I walk under it..’ He slung his bag over his right shoulder and lunge himself on the cold rain.
The words written on the paper were slowly erasing, tainting ink blotches on the white surface. Kim Junsu quickly wiped the falling tears off his cheeks. Along with his crying state, the sky cried too. There’s a heavy downpour of rain outside the school.
So many painful things happened today. He doesn’t know how to start anew after all of this, but somehow he feels proud of himself for enduring everything no matter how painful the situation was. Crazy, he thought. He confessed his undying love to the resident kingka of the school, Park Yoochun. And he obviously knew that he doesn’t have any chance with him, for the kingka never noticed his existence. He was simply rejected by the other, and Yoochun isn’t aware that Junsu was in total pain.
Yoochun is notoriously well-known, while Junsu is forever unknown. Yoochun’s popularity swerved not just inside, but also outside of their school. He takes part on the music department, playing the piano without any flaws. He belongs in the limelight, people showering him with praises and admiration about his talent. A very sociable guy; Yoochun knows how to party hard. But he knows his limits; he would not grow far from being his simple self no matter how popular he is to people.
On the contrary, Junsu knows nothing. He isn’t good at anything Yoochun does, except for being a frustrated poet. In this chaotic world, the only armor he has with him is his pen. Junsu was never praised nor recognized by the whole student body. His own family and his bestfriend would only notice how worthy Junsu is, for they were the only one who truly loves him.
Although the consequences are unbearable, it’s better if Junsu would let Yoochun know about his feelings before he would come up with the decision of moving on. The thought alone was very hard to accept, but he had to do it. There’s no reason of holding on when the other doesn’t care at all. Why did he realize that just now? He was blinded by his love for him.
The painful scene kept on replaying in his mind, torturing the man’s fragile heart over and over again. He’s seriously turning into a masochist and it’s so unhealthy.
A strong wind brushed Yoochun’s fringe above his forehead. He patiently waited for Junsu’s words at the school’s rooftop. But Junsu could only stand there, having a hard time on breathing. Seeing Yoochun up in close, Junsu’s heart is beating too fast. ‘His skin is glowing.. his face is too handsome.. his mole on his cheek—’
“You said you have something to tell me. What is it?” Yoochun glanced at him, but looked up in the sky afterwards. Junsu’s heart ached a bit, slowly losing his confidence.
“Y-you left this on the bench a while ago. I thought of.. returning this to you.” Junsu handed him the textbook he saw at the bench when he saw Yoochun. Yoochun left it without even noticing. ‘Stupid Junsu. You should’ve confessed right away!’
“You didn’t just return this to me on this secluded place. You still have other intentions, right?”
"Y-Yoochun-ahh.. I.." Junsu mustered. "I know I’m insane, but I really like you. Will you please g-go out with.. m-me?"
Yoochun gripped his hands on the textbook. ‘Another love confession once again.’ "I'm sorry. I don't have any feelings for you. We’re both men, and I’m not into guys. So please stop liking me.” Yoochun walked towards the exit and continued, “Thank you for returning my book, you’re very kind.”
Junsu heard Yoochun’s footsteps; it was fading away. It means he completely left him alone.
“At least he called me kind.” Junsu muttered, eyes watery at the moment. He shook his head and crooked a smile.
And now, the whole student body was mocking him. His love confession towards the kingka spread like a wild fire. The fangirls sure know everything. Junsu knew Yoochun won’t tell it to anyone, because he’s not that kind of person. Yoochun’s rabid fangirls are starting to attack him. Junsu could only look at Yoochun longingly, and the latter (as expected of him) would never give a damn about him.
Junsu closed the metal door of his locker as soon as he tidied his things inside. Just as he shut it close, he saw Yoochun with his friends passing by the locker corner. Junsu was surprised; he couldn’t take his eyes off his. But Yoochun’s eyes didn’t meet with his gaze.
One of Yoochun’s ally noticed Junsu standing just a few meters away from them. “Yahh Prince Yoochun~ why don’t you greet your fanboy?” He nudged Yoochun by the arm.
“Shut up with that ‘Prince Yoochun’. You wish to die?” Yoochun chuckled as they continued walking. He didn’t even give Junsu a single glance when they left.
Yoochun’s smile left him dazed. From afar, his smile is so bright; so beautiful that you can’t help but look at his direction instantly and admire a little. A little dimple mark on the cheek and eyes twinkling in delight—Junsu couldn’t help the small upward curve forming on his own lips. Then again, he would never experience seeing those up in close. Sad reality.
Yoochun seems to be heterosexual. He’s not into guys, Yoochun already said so. Junsu is nowhere near closer to a woman’s attribute. His figure isn’t skinny, his voice is too squeaky, his face is nowhere feminine—who would think of Yoochun liking him without those traits? No one.
He knew he doesn’t have a chance at all, so he should stop this insanity already and move on with his life.
It's hard to wait around for something you know might never happen, but it's even harder to give up when it's everything you want. It hurts to let go, but sometimes it hurts more to hold on. Sometimes you have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears, and say, “Goodbye”.
Little did he know, he had written another literary piece.
“Junsu-hyung.”
“Oh, Changmin-ah.” Junsu could only muster a weak smile. “I thought you already went home.” He hid the paper from Changmin’s sight and smiled more.
Seeing his bestfriend being like this, Changmin’s heart ached a bit. He knew Junsu suffered too much, and he can’t do anything to ease his pain. He knew everyone hated him at the moment, but he didn’t do anything to save him from those filthy hands. All he can do is to sit down and watch Junsu suffer under those angry mobs. He hated himself instead.
“It’s raining, and you don’t have any umbrella. We should go home together.”
“I’m alright, Changmin-ah. I feel like being alone right now, I want to have some ‘me’ time. You wouldn’t mind, right? I can go home by myself.”
Changmin sighed and took his black umbrella from his bag. “But at least accept this. You’ll get soaked. You’ll get sick.”
Junsu pushed the umbrella back at him. “Changmin-ah, this umbrella is yours. Your mother will scold me if you get sick because I used it.” He smiled.
They paused at the moment, but Changmin had to break the ice. “I’m so sorry hyung. I know you hate me right now for not saving you earlier. I’m such a freaking coward.” He shook his head.
“What are you talking about?” Junsu let out a fake chuckle. “I didn’t hate you. You’re my bestfriend, and I always love you for that.”
“Hyung.. you’re making me feel so guilty right now.”
“You silly. You’re just hungry.” Junsu reached for Changmin’s head and shuffled his hair. “You didn’t eat any? Oh, my poor baby Minnie~” He cooed, hiding his true emotions.
“You’re making fun of me again.” Changmin distanced himself away from his bestfriend, frowning. “I’ll go home now. Wait ‘til the rain stops.”
When Changmin completely disappeared in his sight, Junsu looked back at the paper he was writing earlier and heaved a sigh. He fixed his things and ready to leave the library.
‘I guess the rain won’t stop at any moment. Won’t hurt if I walk under it..’ He slung his bag over his right shoulder and lunge himself on the cold rain.
---
Big droplets of rain started hitting on the classroom’s transparent windows. But the weather didn’t stop Park Yoochun from doing his daily routines in life. He was at the middle of making out with a girl (some gorgeous girl from the school cheerleading team); her blouse unbuttoned exposing her cleavage and skirt hanging upwards as Yoochun’s hands sneakily traveled inside when a loud ringtone of Be My Girl interrupted their heated intimacy. Yoochun hissed loudly as he fished out his phone to answer the call. The girl uncomfortably stood up from Yoochun’s lap and stared in lust at the man’s sexy lips moving animatedly.
“What the hell?”
“Man, classes are over.”
Recognizing the caller’s voice, he rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Jung. You’re interrupting something.” He glanced at the girl and gave her a wink.
“I don’t care about your hormones dude, just come over. It’s Friday, boys’ night out remember? Jaejoong’s ranting about your abandoned underwear somewhere in your car the last time he borrowed your car. That’s disgusting. I won’t ride on your car ever again.” Jung Yunho, one of his friends outside the school just called him.
“Argh. Alriiiight,” Yoochun stood up from the stool and fixed his clothes. “But Jae only invented a lewd story like that just to keep you company, how dare you believe him.” He walked towards the girl’s figure and helped her fixing the creases on her uniform.
There was a sound of laughter on the other line and Yoochun recognized Jaejoong’s melodic laugh. “Chunnie, make out with me insteaaaad—HIC!” Jaejoong whined over the phone. Yunho must’ve turned the phone into loudspeaker mode.
“You see, he’s drunk already. You’re always responsible for the drunken Jae—Aish, Jae enough of the soju!” Yoochun wanted to hang up already.
“Yes, yes. I’ll be on my way there.”
“I’ll be waiting my Park Chunnieeee~~” Jaejoong’s melodic words were the last sounds his ears perceived on the other line before hanging up.
Yoochun placed a chaste kiss on the girl’s lips and whispered, “We’ll continue this on some other time, ‘kay?” The girl blushed and nodded. “Should I drop you somewhere? It’s raining.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll call my chauffer at home to fetch me.”
Yoochun escorted her to the school’s lobby and soon left her alone. He ran towards the parking lot without letting him soak in the rain. He opened the door and situated himself inside. Driving a car in this kind of weather would be very difficult, but he assured to himself that he’ll be just fine. Starting the engine, his skillful hands worked on the steering wheel as he hummed on a melody.
But before he could exit the school premises, something unexpectedly happened.
Yoochun didn’t see the figure crossing the pathway due to the blurriness of the car’s window. He only realized that when the wiper started clearing the window’s surface. Stomping hardly at the brakes, his car came into a loud screech. His eyes widened in shock.
No.. I didn't hit something.. someone..
Turning off the engine, he quickly moved out of the car. He doesn't care if he’s already drenched in water; the only thing he cared about right now was the person his car had knocked off.
Yoochun knelt at the lifeless figure as the rain continuously pouring onto them. “Hey, hey! Are you alright?!”
But he paused as he finally got to see the entire face.
Wait.. I know this guy. At the rooftop earlier..
His eyes widened more as he saw a pool of blood forming on the ground, mixing with water. “Blood.. no.. I should get you to the hospital!”
Without hesitations, Yoochun lifted Junsu up and placed him on the car’s backseat. He quickly drove the car to the nearest hospital he knew and handed him to the emergency room. Yoochun’s body was trembling not only because of the coldness of the rain, but also because of fear that he might have killed someone due to his carelessness.
A few hours ago, Yoochun was still glowing due to smiling because he doesn't have that much problems in life. But now, his face was literally turned into pale. As if his body system also lost a big amount of blood. A few hours ago, Junsu was talking to him at the rooftop and he rejected him. But right now, he’s fighting for his life on the emergency room and Yoochun was begging for him to stay alive. How could this happen to them instantly? How fast karma could be.
Stupid rain.. now I’m committing a serious crime.
The clock says seven-forty five in the evening when Yoochun’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He absentmindedly fished out the gadget and unlocked it. It took five times before Yoochun’s mind finally understand the message.
Sender: Jung Yunho
Received: 19:45
Message: Where the hell are you? Jaejoong and I are famished.
He almost forgot everything in the world; all he could think of was Junsu’s health condition.. since he was the reason of the man’s agony right now.
He clumsily typed down, Sorry. Can’t come right now. Something terrible happened. I’ll make it up to you both. After sending the message, he turned off the device and pulled out the battery. Leaning his back on the bench, his fingertips massaged his twitching temples. His face shows how much tired and worried he has been. He never felt so helpless in his entire life.
He glanced at his right only to find Junsu’s soaked bag and clothes sitting on the chair. He rummaged through his things and found his cellphone inside his bag. He opened it to see a message from Changmin.
Sender: Changminnie :3
Received: 16:18
Message: Hyung, did you get home safely? You didn’t catch a fever, right? I’ll be waiting for your reply~
Should I inform them? Of course they have the right to know what happened to him. But what about me? They will sue me right away and put me behind the bars. I must settle this first with—Wait.. I don’t even know his name.
He scanned through the man’s clothes and his eyes caught the nametag attached at the uniform.
Kim Junsu..
He answered the message by replying, Yes, I’m doing fine. Don’t worry. And he also did the same to his phone. He turned it off, preventing from anyone to contact them.
What the fuck have I done? He palmed his face with guilt.
Few hours passed by and the most awaited part has finally come. At around 9:15 PM, the emergency room’s door creaked open and revealed the stretcher where Junsu was. Yoochun rose up from his seat to see his condition but the medics blocked his way. A doctor approached him instead.
“Are you his family?”
“N-no. I’m his.. friend. I’m the one who brought him here. How’s he doing, doc?”
The doctor smiled first before delivering the good news. “The operation was successful. Your friend’s condition is now stable. We moved him on room 405 so that he can fully rest. But as soon as he wakes up, kindly inform us immediately. We have to run down some tests on him to make sure his head is doing fine.”
Yoochun sighed in relief. “I’m glad.”
The doctor soon left him and Yoochun situated himself next to Junsu’s form lying on the bed. An IV was securely attached to his wrist and his head was properly bandaged. Never thought his driving could almost kill someone’s life. His conscience couldn't take it if he left Junsu in this state and besides, he had to convince him not to put any charges on him.
Sleep never took a toll on him the whole night. Surprisingly, watching over the unconscious Junsu claimed Yoochun’s interest. To his intense staring, he could already paint Junsu’s face on his mind. He could have sworn to himself that if he falls asleep, he might see Junsu in his dreamland.
Junsu’s long eyelashes are fanning on his cheekbones; the shadows could be clearly seen on his skin. His eyebrows are calmly lined up into a crescent form, as if he’s dreaming something. Hope it wasn't anything nightmare. He has a pointed nose and it looks perfect on him. Down to his lips—it’s bow shaped and plump. Nice jaw he has there, it suits the shape of his face. The contour of his face compliments the fairness of his skin complexion. He never noticed how handsome Junsu was. Instead of catching up the precious time of sleeping, Yoochun was busy drinking up every detail of Junsu’s face.
Snapping out of his daze, he realized what he’s doing. This isn’t right..
Just because Junsu has feeling for Yoochun doesn't mean the latter also feels the same.
On the side table shows Junsu’s belongings; his bag left unzipped and his clothes dampened due to the rainfall. Yoochun squeezed out the cold water from the soaked clothes and hung it to the clothesline on the washroom. Next, he scattered all of Junsu’s things and let it all dry. Tsk, why didn't he even bring an umbrella with him?
Yes, he’s just doing this out of kindness.
But when he saw the literary piece Junsu wrote this afternoon (good thing his books are still dry), his mind was enlightened. This quote clearly speaks about him. The way Junsu wrote it—sadness and heartbreak are fully intact. Did this guy really love him that much? How come he’s not aware of it?
Then he remembered about Junsu’s confession to him, and how he simply rejected the other. Now he feels regret, because he finally realized today how awesome Junsu can be.
Maybe.. maybe I should give it a try and see if it’s right.
TBC.
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