[FanFic] To Hell With Rules[Ch:2.2]
Title: And here comes trouble
Chapter: 2.2
Rating: PG-13
Length: ?? chapters
Genre: romance, drama, comedy, angst, happy ending
Sammury: Yoochun was smoking, and he spent fifty thousand dollars in one month, his father was pissed
A/N: hope you all like it
Yoochun walked into the house dragging his sport bag behind him on the floor, he was way too tired. He was sure his coach was a monster and hated him by now. Why else would he make him train for five hours straight with no breaks?
'Chunie~'
The voice startled yoochun; he raised his head and saw all the family including his uncle's sitting in the living room, all looking at him
'Hey' yoochun smiled at junsu. He ruffled his hair on his way to the staircase ' I'm going to bed' he mumbled. He was hungry, sore, smelly and most important of all he was dead tired
'Come sit down' his father spoke, no it was more like he ordered
Yoochun sighed and dropped his school bag on the ground, he dragged his legs to the nearest sofa and dropped his body on it, he ended up sitting half on the soft and half on his brother
'You stink' yunho made a face and pulled away to the other end of the sofa
'I practiced for five straight hours' yoochun mumbled, throwing his head backward and closed his eyes for a second
'I'll get you some food' his mother mumbled, she stood up and rushed to the kitchen at once
Junsu stood up as well, he walked to yoochun and with his sleeve he began wiping yoochun's sweat off his forehead
'Father, maybe this should wait till tomorrow or something' yunho tried, looking worried as he eyed yoochun, he could see how tired he was
Yoochun opened his eyes, smiled weakly at junsu and looked at his father, wanting to get this over with so he could go to bed already
'Yoochun, do you smoke?' his father asked suddenly
Yoochun's and junsu's eyes widened at once. Yoochun smoke behind his family's back, he knew his father would kill him if he found out he smokes
'W…what?' yoochun blinked, his eyes wide open now
'The maids found this under your bed'
His father tossed a half empty Marlboro box on the table and frowned at him
'That…' yoochun began; he couldn't deny it now, not with evidence in front of him
'Chunie~' junsu was scared
Knowing his only option is to come clean, yoochun decided he wasn't going to apologize and beg for forgiveness, he was going to keep his cool and stay strong
'I was looking for this; so it was under the bed, huh? Must have fell without me noticing' yoochun took the box at once and slipped it into his pocket, shocking everyone
'PARK YOOCHUN' his father roared angrily
'What?' yoochun blinked, ' I smoke a cigarette every now and then when I'm stressed out, I'm not addicted' he looked at his father, fire in his eyes
'What else do you do behind our backs? Drink, do drugs, screw around? You're fourteen!' his father yelled again
His uncle reached to hold onto his father, trying to calm him down at once
'I know how old I am' yoochun hissed
'YOU LITTLE…!' Park Jung Soo began, his voice so loud and dangerous that it was so scary, Park Eun Hee had rushed back from the kitchen, worried to death about all the yelling, yunho and changmin were shocked, Park young Woon was trying to calm his brother down, while junsu…
Junsu looked so shocked, never before did he see his uncle yell like this. For the twelve years old this was most scary, he rushed to cover his ears. Junsu was always sensitive, everyone knew it, and now the sensitive boy was crying and shivering, he was scared
'YOU LITTLE…' Park Jung Soo tried again, but this time it wasn't his brother who stopped him, it was little junsu
Junsu began sniffing; he rushed away and up the staircase at once, running away from his scary uncle
'Su' yoochun yelled after him, he forgot everything about his angry father and just rushed after junsu upstairs, knowing for sure junsu would go to his bedroom
True enough, junsu was balled under the covers in his bed, he was scared for sure, yoochun knew this as he walked to him, dragging his feet to walk and reach the boy. Fighting the urge to lie down and just sleep as he touched the mattress. Junsu was more important.
Touching the boy softly yoochun preyed the covers out of junsu's hold and patted his head lightly. Junsu reached to bury his head in yoochun's lap at once, sniffing still
'What's wrong, su?'
'Uncle is scary' junsu sniffed ' he's yelling at chunie, he hates chunie, he wants him no more… uncle will hurt chunie'
'What?' yoochun blinked and so did everyone else, they all stood by the doorway watching in shock and listening to what junsu whispered
'Who told you that?'
'A boy at school…' junsu sniffed ' he should me a magazine…there was a story, a real story, about a dad who hurt his son because he did bad and he hated him' junsu sniffed
'But that won't happen' yoochun assured ' dad will never hurt me. No one can. Did you forget that I am the national champion in karate for two years on a row now?' yoochun smiled at junsu ' I can defend myself, su, no one will hurt me'
'Really…?' junsu looked at yoochun, pleading him with his eyes
Yoochun nodded his head:' and besides, dad would never hurt me. He yells and screams but never hurts, trust me'
Junsu nodded his head, hugging yoochun tightly junsu sniffed into his shirt some more before he dried his tears with yoochun's shirt and pouted:' Chunie's belly is making sounds'
'I'm hungry' yoochun sighed and dropped his body on the bed, his eyes closed at once 'I'm so tired' he mumbled, drifting to sleep
'Yah' Park Jung Soo yelled again ' Park yoochun, don't you dare sleep now, we'll solve this issue right now!'
Yoochun moaned softly in his sleep, he tried to open his eyes but in vain, he was just too tired
'Honey, just let him sleep. You can talk to him when he wakes up' Park Eun Hee pleaded to her husband
Junsu pouted and poked the sleeping yoochun. He didn't want yoochun to sleep, he was waiting for him to come back so they could play some soccer, but now yoochun fell asleep
'What is it honey?' Park Eun Hee hugged junsu softly as they boy walked back to them
'I won't hurt yoochun; I will just scold him and take away his phone, credit cards, laptop and video games till he stops smoking' Park Jung Soo kneeled down beside his wife and smiled at his nephew
'Chunie didn't mean to…' junsu pouted softly ' he said he'll stop soon. He said he just smoke to blow some steam, because… because he was stressing out'
'Why would he be stressing out?' his father asked, yoochun was a normal teenager, he had nothing to stress about, right?
'He said something went wrong… he wouldn't tell me' junsu frowned ' daddy tell him to tell me~ wake him up, I want him to tell me. I want him to hear about the new boy in my class, I want to play soccer~ he said he'll let me win today, daddy~' junsu whined pointing at the sleeping yoochun
'Something went wrong?' Park Jung Soo blinked, looking at yoochun who was sleeping on the bed.
'Su, if you like soccer this much, join the school's team and play it every day' changmin frowned at his little brother
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Yoochun stretched his hands, grabbed the towel and walked downstairs, drying his hair as he walked; he sat with the rest of the family to the dinner table and looked at junsu. He was smiling from ear to ear
'What's so funny?' yoochun frowned
'Hyung made a call. The headmaster said I can join the school's soccer club starting tomorrow, I can play soccer all the time now' junsu grinned at yoochun
Yoochun's expression darkened at once. He looked at changmin wanting to kill him. Junsu joining the soccer team meant him socializing with a lot of people, spending much time away from him, having no time for him, having more fans after him, as if he needed more already. He hated this
'You don't need to join the…' yoochun began
'Zip it' his father hissed in English ' you'll support him on this and won't say a word to discourage him. He's going to finally depend on himself and open up to other, you got no right to control his life as if he was your doll!'
'He's my doll!'
'Shut it and eat. You've got a lot of explanations to do. Starting with smoking, and all the way to the porn collection yunho found on your laptop and ending with where the heck you spent fifty thousand dollars in one month!!'
Yoochun eyed his father, and then looked at yunho with an evil look. Yoochun held the chopstick with his hand and gripped it so tightly it bent in his hand, the silver chopstick bent from his grip as he eyed yunho. Yunho swallowed dry, he knew he was dead for sure now. He shouldn't have told his father about those damn clips…