(dbsk; fanfic) you can count on me (like one two three)
Yoochun/Junsu | OT5 | pg
There’s warmth that bursts through his chest.
Hana said “anyband.”
So I said, “wtf is that?”
It’s a day like the other days when he sees them for the first time. It’s just a fleeting glance. These two men, dressed in bright colours, they are in a tight embrace.
Maybe they see him too, maybe they don’t. He doesn’t know. He has to walk with the line.
+
“Occupant 1348, you are not in line.”
He glances at the girl two occupants before him as she shuffles back into place in the single file.
He looks up at the clouded sky and wonders how long it’s been since he’s seen the sun.
“Occupant 6002!”
He whips his head towards the officer on his side; “Walk.” The officer says and he nods stiffly and follows the line.
+
Some nights, his dorm mate lets him sleep on the top bunk and on those nights he wonders what it’s like to have a name.
He flops on his stomach, lifts his pillow and pulls out a single coloured feather he had found a few days before while taking the turn from his work place to his food place. He had to hide it from all the other occupants and the officers.
The occupants weren’t allowed colours. Weren’t allowed names. Weren’t allowed to live outside the line. Weren’t allowed to live outside a routine.
He shuts his eyes and touches the feathery, the soft, silky feel cuts through his rough hands. He sighs. “What are you?” He says, twirling it in his fingers.
He stuffs the feather back under his pillow and falls asleep.
Wake up call is four hours away.
+
He sees them again.
This time they see him too.
They smile at him and the shorter of the two waves at him.
There’s warmth that bursts through his chest.
He wants to smile back but there is an officer right there and he wonders how the officer has not noticed them.
+
“Occupant 6002?”
He steps forward.
“Here’s your tray.” The officer hands him an empty tray. “Food line starts here.”
He gets into the line and falls into the dull routine of the schedule the officers had planned. At the turning, he spots a man. His hair matches the colour of the feather that’s tucked under his pillow.
Before he can lose sight of him, he steps out of the line after making sure there are no officers to spot him.
“Hey!” He calls out to the man. “Hey, wait up!”
He’s forgotten the sound of his voice; he’s forgotten how good it sounds, how smooth it flows off his tongue. “Hey.”
The man looks back and stops to grin. “Hi.”
“Are you with the other two?” He asks.
“The other two?” The man tilts his head in question. “Ah, you mean Yunho and Jaejoong?”
“Yunho? Jaejoong?”
“They walk around the place just to cause havoc.” The man shakes his head. “What’s your name?”
“Name?” He wonders out loud. “Do you have a name?”
The man laughs and the sound of the man’s laughter makes his skin tingle. “I am Junsu.” The man says, his smile reaching his eyes.
“Your clothes?” He asks, looking at Junsu’s bright coloured clothes and back at his own boring slacks.
“Jaejoong’s creations.” Junsu smiles. “I better go now.”
“Where to?” He asks watching Junsu walk away.
“You’ll see.” Junsu winks before disappearing into the shadows.
+
That night, there are bursts of colours in the night sky.
The officers at the headquarters are in a frenzy, running around, trying to figure out what, where, when, how.
He however thinks he can see Junsu standing atop a building watching the colourful sparks in the sky.
+
The next time he sees Junsu; he gives the officer a slip and follows Junsu quietly.
“How long did you plan on following me for?”
He stops mid-step and stares at Junsu.
“I - “
Junsu laughs and again, it makes his skin tingle with some sort of an emotion. “You seem like a decent guy, walk with me.”
He matches with Junsu’s steps. “Who are you?” He asks.
“I am here to save you.” Junsu says with a poker face. “M-me?” He stutters and Junsu laughs again.
“Have you ever heard a guitar play? Junsu asks.
“What’s a guitar?” He asks and Junsu sighs loudly. “Did you enjoy the fireworks last night?”
“Fireworks? You guys did that, didn’t you?”
“Yup. Changmin’s figured out a blind side in the underground network, he’s a genius, that boy. Don’t tell him I said that.
“Okay, how many of you are there?”
“Four so far. Yunho and Jaejoong brought us together; they lit up the skies with fireworks for the first time two years ago.”
“Two years ago?” He frowns. “I don’t remember anything.”
“You wouldn’t.” Junsu smiles. “The headquarters did everything to cover it up, none of the occupants remember.”
“You were - I mean…”
“Yes, I was an occupant too.” Junsu says. “Well, we’re here.” He says, pointing to a dingy door hidden in the shadows. “You are welcome to come but if you don’t want, please don’t tell about anyone-“
“I want to.” He says.
“You sure?”
“I don’t want to go back.”
“If you come with me, you can’t.”
He stares at Junsu, dumbfound. “Yes.” He says. “Yes, yes, yes.”
There is this liberating feeling in his chest when Junsu smiles widely; “We welcome everyone but officers, duh.”
“Come on.” Junsu holds a hand out. “It’s dark inside.”
Yoochun clasps his hand with Junsu’s and curls his lips into a smile; the muscles around his mouth ache, how long has it been since he’s smiled?
The kind of space they have is big enough to be an independent house on its own. He looks around in awe when Junsu shuts the door behind him.
“Yunho did all of this.” Junsu says, gesturing around. “All the designing and planning.”
“Junsu, are you back?” A voice calls from inside. “Are you hungry?”
“That’s Jaejoong.” Junsu whispers to him and drops his bag on to the floor. “Jaejoong, come out for a second? Where’s Yunho? And Changmin?”
“What is it, Jun-oh.”
Jaejoong stumbles out of a room and stops when he spots him standing with Junsu; Jaejoong is the same guy who had smiled at him while he was walking along his line.
“Hi.” Jaejoong says, after recovering from his shock. “I’ve seen you.”
“I’ve seen you too.” He says.
“I knew you would join us.”
“How?”
“Saw it in your eyes. Now, would you like to freshen up? I am sure you’ll fit into my clothes. Follow me.”
He sighs when the hot water trails down his back, it’s comforting and soothing and it eases the sharp pain on shoulder he had sleeping on those rock hard beds. This is comforting and makes him feel safe and perhaps, at home?
When he steps out of the shower, Jaejoong has laid out clothes for him on the bed and he feels warm and he smiles freely as he pulls the clothes on. It’s so soft and the fabric doesn’t scratch his skin like his grey slacks used to.
“Are you comfortable?” Jaejoong peeks into the room, a smile on his face.
“Yes.” He nods. “Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Jaejoong says. “Dinner’s ready. Yunho and Changmin are dying to meet you.”
He cracks a smile. “Sure.”
The moment he follows Jaejoong into the dining room, he spots Junsu talking to the other two and when they spot him too, the taller of the two looks at him wide eyed; “Yoohwan.” He breathes.
“Sorry?” He stops mid step while Jaejoong goes ahead and welcomes Yunho with a hug.
“Hm.” Junsu tilts his head. “He does look an awful lot like him, doesn’t he?”
“I’m sorry, who?”
“Changmin’s friend.” Junsu says, walking up to him. “We - uh, we lost him last year.”
“We didn’t lose him.” Changmin says, grinding his teeth. “The government killed him when he tried to play his fucking guitar.”
“Calm down, Changmin.” Yunho says, patting the boy on his back and turning to him. “Hi, I’m Yunho. Jaejoong and I - “
“I know.” He says. “Junsu told me about all of you.”
“Has he?” Yunho grins, winking at Junsu.
“Enough chit-chat, let’s eat.” Jaejoong interrupts them all and pulls Yunho towards the table. “I’m starving.”
“You stole the words right out of my mouth.” Changmin grins, following the couple.
“You look good.”
He turns to Junsu and smiles. “Thank you.”
“Jaejoong’s clothes fit you well.”
“Yes.” He says, looking down at the pair of comfortable jeans. “I’m sorry - but what’s a guitar?”
Junsu breaks into peals of laughter and Jaejoong calls out to them; “Are you guys join us?”
“Coming, Jaejoong.” Junsu calls and reaches out to hold his hand. “After dinner I’ll show you.” Junsu says, pulling him to the table.
He nearly cries when he tastes the hot rice and the beef stew Jaejoong had cooked. “It’s very delicious.” He sniffs. “Thank you.”
“Eat all you want.” Jaejoong says with a smile.
+
Junsu suggests that he should share a room with the newcomer and Jaejoong and Yunho just smile and exchange glances but don’t say anything. “Sure.” Jaejoong says, pulling out extra blankets from the closet. “Make sure he’s warm.” He says with a wink.
Once everyone’s retired to their bedroom, Junsu takes him to the music room. “We keep all our instruments here.” He says switching the lights on.
The room is filled with things he had never seen in his life before. “What- how?”
“Yunho and Jaejoong have been collecting this for years. Most of it is stolen from the Officers’ restricted room. It’s a treasury, I swear to god.” Junsu says, picking up a board. “They have all these confiscated things there. Pianos, guitars, radios, cameras - shit, it’s so sad.”
“What are you holding?” He asks.
“This is a key board.” Junsu smiles. “Here.” He hands it over. “Go on and press the keys.”
He lets his fingers touch the smooth keys on the board and when he presses them, the board whines under his touch. He takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly and lets his fingers play.
“That’s odd.” Junsu says, tilting his head. “You know how to play?”
“No?” He replies, confusedly. “I just - I don’t know, it’s like a memory.” He says. “Like a thought, from the back of my head. I don’t know.”
“You’re a natural.” Junsu says. “You have a lot of talent.”
He smiles.
+
They name him, Yoochun.
Mostly because he resembles this Yoohwan and it’s not like he has a problem with it. He has a name now, something to go by. He no longer answers to occupant 6002.
“Yoochun!” The name rolls of Junsu’s tongue like an old habit. “Yoochun, play this for me.”
He spends most of his days listening to Junsu and Jaejoong play while Changmin sings to their tune. He hardly sees Yunho around the house. Jaejoong says it’s because Yunho is always out trying to save more occupants or trying to steal food.
“It’s alright, we keep a track of him.” Changmin says, pointing to his laptop screen. “Two house rules.” Changmin continues. “One, there has to be at least one person in the house. And two, never leave the house before you’ve bugged yourself.”
“Bugged?” Yoochun raises an eyebrow.
“It’s a positioning chip that I designed.” Changmin says, showing him a small black chip. “They track our movements and connect it back to my laptop.”
“Wow, that’s kind of cool.”
“Kind of?” Changmin snorts. “It’s insane. All in a day’s work of course.”
Junsu was right, Changmin’s a genius.
When he walks into the music room, Junsu sitting on the chair with a guitar on his lap (Yoochun finally figured out what a guitar was.)
“Hey, come here and play with me.” Junsu grins pointing to the keyboard.
“Sure.” Yoochun shrugs.
He’s learnt to master the keyboard, with Jaejoong’s assistance of course. Jaejoong says he’s never met anyone who’s learnt so quickly and maybe soon, Yoochun could compose his own tunes.
He sits by Junsu and matches Junsu’s rhythm step by step. “Damn you are learning fast.”
“I- “ Yoochun hesitates. “I wrote something.”
“What?” Junsu’s eyes widen. “You, what? Yoochun that’s awesome. Let me see it.”
“It’s not exactly finished.”
“I don’t fucking care.” Junsu insists.
When Yoochun shows Junsu the piece of paper he has scribbled on, Junsu studies it for a while before stumbling out of the room and running to Jaejoong.
“You’re a genius. I knew it.” Jaejoong smiles.
Yunho walks around Jaejoong and hugs Yoochun; “I am proud of you.” He says and tears spring to Yoochun’s eyes and he isn’t sure why. He clings to Yunho and sobs a little and all of sudden he’s being hugged from all sides. “Shut up and join the group hug, Changmin.” He hears Jaejoong's chides and cries more.
“We’re going to play this song for our next heist.” Yunho says, once Jaejoong’s helped Yoochun finish the song.
“Heist?” Yoochun asks.
“Remember those fireworks you saw?”
“Yes?”
“That’s a heist we carried out. That’s what we do. We want to show the occupants that there’s another world, Yoochun-ah.” Yunho sighs. “We were never meant to live a life like this. All this form a line, walk uniformly, don’t talk to anyone, don’t listen to music, don’t love.” Yunho spits and Yoochun doesn’t miss how Jaejoong’s gaze never leaves Yunho’s face. “We are free thinking beings, we were supposed to under anyone’s rule. At least not this kind.”
“Spoken like a true leader.” Jaejoong grins, reaching out and squeezing Yunho’s hand.
“I am not a leader.” Yunho chuckles. “I am lover.” He says, turning to look Jaejoong in the eye. Yoochun decides to leave the room before things got more intimate than they already were.
+
Their heist was simple.
Changmin would hack into the officer’s network, get into their connection and have a live feed of Yoochun, Junsu, Jaejoong and Yunho performing Yoochun’s song.
The four would move through the underground pathways Yunho had discovered; they would move in two teams, Yoochun and Junsu, Yunho and Jaejoong; reach the terraces of the tallest two buildings and wait for Changmin’s signal to start performing.
Simple.
But Yoochun’s heart was in his throat.
“Nervous?” Junsu asks when he finds his roommate sitting on the edge of his bed, biting on his nails.
“Yeah, sort of.” Yoochun says wearily.
“Don’t be.”
“What if we get caught?”
“We won’t.”
“How do you know that?”
“I don’t.” Junsu smiles. “But, hey, at least I’ll have you with me, hm?
Yoochun laughs freely and pulls Junsu down next to him. “I never got to thank you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to” Yoochun says, biting his lip. “You saved me.”
“I’m your hero, then?” Junsu grins and Yoochun nods his head.
“Oh, you baby!” Junsu squeaks when he sees tears welling around Yoochun’s eyes. He leans in and hugs Yoochun.
Junsu sighs and pulls back; “I am going to-“He rolls his eyes and pulls Yoochun in for a kiss. Yoochun feels a little giddy when he feels Junsu’s soft lips against his. “Oh God.” Junsu mumbles. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since I met you.” He says, pulling Yoochun in for another kiss.
Yoochun wants to scream, wants to cry, wants to laugh, to sing because oh god, yes, kissing Junsu, the man who had saved him, rescued him, breathed in life into him - kissing was as liberating as composing songs.
“That makes me feel better about tomorrow, yes.” Yoochun says, once they’ve pulled back. When did they roll on to the bed?
Junsu laughs and showers him with kisses; “Don’t worry, Yoochun. You’ve got me through and through no matter what.”
Yoochun smiles and pulls him back.
+
a/n: I don’t even know, man.
There’s warmth that bursts through his chest.
Hana said “anyband.”
So I said, “wtf is that?”
It’s a day like the other days when he sees them for the first time. It’s just a fleeting glance. These two men, dressed in bright colours, they are in a tight embrace.
Maybe they see him too, maybe they don’t. He doesn’t know. He has to walk with the line.
+
“Occupant 1348, you are not in line.”
He glances at the girl two occupants before him as she shuffles back into place in the single file.
He looks up at the clouded sky and wonders how long it’s been since he’s seen the sun.
“Occupant 6002!”
He whips his head towards the officer on his side; “Walk.” The officer says and he nods stiffly and follows the line.
+
Some nights, his dorm mate lets him sleep on the top bunk and on those nights he wonders what it’s like to have a name.
He flops on his stomach, lifts his pillow and pulls out a single coloured feather he had found a few days before while taking the turn from his work place to his food place. He had to hide it from all the other occupants and the officers.
The occupants weren’t allowed colours. Weren’t allowed names. Weren’t allowed to live outside the line. Weren’t allowed to live outside a routine.
He shuts his eyes and touches the feathery, the soft, silky feel cuts through his rough hands. He sighs. “What are you?” He says, twirling it in his fingers.
He stuffs the feather back under his pillow and falls asleep.
Wake up call is four hours away.
+
He sees them again.
This time they see him too.
They smile at him and the shorter of the two waves at him.
There’s warmth that bursts through his chest.
He wants to smile back but there is an officer right there and he wonders how the officer has not noticed them.
+
“Occupant 6002?”
He steps forward.
“Here’s your tray.” The officer hands him an empty tray. “Food line starts here.”
He gets into the line and falls into the dull routine of the schedule the officers had planned. At the turning, he spots a man. His hair matches the colour of the feather that’s tucked under his pillow.
Before he can lose sight of him, he steps out of the line after making sure there are no officers to spot him.
“Hey!” He calls out to the man. “Hey, wait up!”
He’s forgotten the sound of his voice; he’s forgotten how good it sounds, how smooth it flows off his tongue. “Hey.”
The man looks back and stops to grin. “Hi.”
“Are you with the other two?” He asks.
“The other two?” The man tilts his head in question. “Ah, you mean Yunho and Jaejoong?”
“Yunho? Jaejoong?”
“They walk around the place just to cause havoc.” The man shakes his head. “What’s your name?”
“Name?” He wonders out loud. “Do you have a name?”
The man laughs and the sound of the man’s laughter makes his skin tingle. “I am Junsu.” The man says, his smile reaching his eyes.
“Your clothes?” He asks, looking at Junsu’s bright coloured clothes and back at his own boring slacks.
“Jaejoong’s creations.” Junsu smiles. “I better go now.”
“Where to?” He asks watching Junsu walk away.
“You’ll see.” Junsu winks before disappearing into the shadows.
+
That night, there are bursts of colours in the night sky.
The officers at the headquarters are in a frenzy, running around, trying to figure out what, where, when, how.
He however thinks he can see Junsu standing atop a building watching the colourful sparks in the sky.
+
The next time he sees Junsu; he gives the officer a slip and follows Junsu quietly.
“How long did you plan on following me for?”
He stops mid-step and stares at Junsu.
“I - “
Junsu laughs and again, it makes his skin tingle with some sort of an emotion. “You seem like a decent guy, walk with me.”
He matches with Junsu’s steps. “Who are you?” He asks.
“I am here to save you.” Junsu says with a poker face. “M-me?” He stutters and Junsu laughs again.
“Have you ever heard a guitar play? Junsu asks.
“What’s a guitar?” He asks and Junsu sighs loudly. “Did you enjoy the fireworks last night?”
“Fireworks? You guys did that, didn’t you?”
“Yup. Changmin’s figured out a blind side in the underground network, he’s a genius, that boy. Don’t tell him I said that.
“Okay, how many of you are there?”
“Four so far. Yunho and Jaejoong brought us together; they lit up the skies with fireworks for the first time two years ago.”
“Two years ago?” He frowns. “I don’t remember anything.”
“You wouldn’t.” Junsu smiles. “The headquarters did everything to cover it up, none of the occupants remember.”
“You were - I mean…”
“Yes, I was an occupant too.” Junsu says. “Well, we’re here.” He says, pointing to a dingy door hidden in the shadows. “You are welcome to come but if you don’t want, please don’t tell about anyone-“
“I want to.” He says.
“You sure?”
“I don’t want to go back.”
“If you come with me, you can’t.”
He stares at Junsu, dumbfound. “Yes.” He says. “Yes, yes, yes.”
There is this liberating feeling in his chest when Junsu smiles widely; “We welcome everyone but officers, duh.”
“Come on.” Junsu holds a hand out. “It’s dark inside.”
Yoochun clasps his hand with Junsu’s and curls his lips into a smile; the muscles around his mouth ache, how long has it been since he’s smiled?
The kind of space they have is big enough to be an independent house on its own. He looks around in awe when Junsu shuts the door behind him.
“Yunho did all of this.” Junsu says, gesturing around. “All the designing and planning.”
“Junsu, are you back?” A voice calls from inside. “Are you hungry?”
“That’s Jaejoong.” Junsu whispers to him and drops his bag on to the floor. “Jaejoong, come out for a second? Where’s Yunho? And Changmin?”
“What is it, Jun-oh.”
Jaejoong stumbles out of a room and stops when he spots him standing with Junsu; Jaejoong is the same guy who had smiled at him while he was walking along his line.
“Hi.” Jaejoong says, after recovering from his shock. “I’ve seen you.”
“I’ve seen you too.” He says.
“I knew you would join us.”
“How?”
“Saw it in your eyes. Now, would you like to freshen up? I am sure you’ll fit into my clothes. Follow me.”
He sighs when the hot water trails down his back, it’s comforting and soothing and it eases the sharp pain on shoulder he had sleeping on those rock hard beds. This is comforting and makes him feel safe and perhaps, at home?
When he steps out of the shower, Jaejoong has laid out clothes for him on the bed and he feels warm and he smiles freely as he pulls the clothes on. It’s so soft and the fabric doesn’t scratch his skin like his grey slacks used to.
“Are you comfortable?” Jaejoong peeks into the room, a smile on his face.
“Yes.” He nods. “Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Jaejoong says. “Dinner’s ready. Yunho and Changmin are dying to meet you.”
He cracks a smile. “Sure.”
The moment he follows Jaejoong into the dining room, he spots Junsu talking to the other two and when they spot him too, the taller of the two looks at him wide eyed; “Yoohwan.” He breathes.
“Sorry?” He stops mid step while Jaejoong goes ahead and welcomes Yunho with a hug.
“Hm.” Junsu tilts his head. “He does look an awful lot like him, doesn’t he?”
“I’m sorry, who?”
“Changmin’s friend.” Junsu says, walking up to him. “We - uh, we lost him last year.”
“We didn’t lose him.” Changmin says, grinding his teeth. “The government killed him when he tried to play his fucking guitar.”
“Calm down, Changmin.” Yunho says, patting the boy on his back and turning to him. “Hi, I’m Yunho. Jaejoong and I - “
“I know.” He says. “Junsu told me about all of you.”
“Has he?” Yunho grins, winking at Junsu.
“Enough chit-chat, let’s eat.” Jaejoong interrupts them all and pulls Yunho towards the table. “I’m starving.”
“You stole the words right out of my mouth.” Changmin grins, following the couple.
“You look good.”
He turns to Junsu and smiles. “Thank you.”
“Jaejoong’s clothes fit you well.”
“Yes.” He says, looking down at the pair of comfortable jeans. “I’m sorry - but what’s a guitar?”
Junsu breaks into peals of laughter and Jaejoong calls out to them; “Are you guys join us?”
“Coming, Jaejoong.” Junsu calls and reaches out to hold his hand. “After dinner I’ll show you.” Junsu says, pulling him to the table.
He nearly cries when he tastes the hot rice and the beef stew Jaejoong had cooked. “It’s very delicious.” He sniffs. “Thank you.”
“Eat all you want.” Jaejoong says with a smile.
+
Junsu suggests that he should share a room with the newcomer and Jaejoong and Yunho just smile and exchange glances but don’t say anything. “Sure.” Jaejoong says, pulling out extra blankets from the closet. “Make sure he’s warm.” He says with a wink.
Once everyone’s retired to their bedroom, Junsu takes him to the music room. “We keep all our instruments here.” He says switching the lights on.
The room is filled with things he had never seen in his life before. “What- how?”
“Yunho and Jaejoong have been collecting this for years. Most of it is stolen from the Officers’ restricted room. It’s a treasury, I swear to god.” Junsu says, picking up a board. “They have all these confiscated things there. Pianos, guitars, radios, cameras - shit, it’s so sad.”
“What are you holding?” He asks.
“This is a key board.” Junsu smiles. “Here.” He hands it over. “Go on and press the keys.”
He lets his fingers touch the smooth keys on the board and when he presses them, the board whines under his touch. He takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly and lets his fingers play.
“That’s odd.” Junsu says, tilting his head. “You know how to play?”
“No?” He replies, confusedly. “I just - I don’t know, it’s like a memory.” He says. “Like a thought, from the back of my head. I don’t know.”
“You’re a natural.” Junsu says. “You have a lot of talent.”
He smiles.
+
They name him, Yoochun.
Mostly because he resembles this Yoohwan and it’s not like he has a problem with it. He has a name now, something to go by. He no longer answers to occupant 6002.
“Yoochun!” The name rolls of Junsu’s tongue like an old habit. “Yoochun, play this for me.”
He spends most of his days listening to Junsu and Jaejoong play while Changmin sings to their tune. He hardly sees Yunho around the house. Jaejoong says it’s because Yunho is always out trying to save more occupants or trying to steal food.
“It’s alright, we keep a track of him.” Changmin says, pointing to his laptop screen. “Two house rules.” Changmin continues. “One, there has to be at least one person in the house. And two, never leave the house before you’ve bugged yourself.”
“Bugged?” Yoochun raises an eyebrow.
“It’s a positioning chip that I designed.” Changmin says, showing him a small black chip. “They track our movements and connect it back to my laptop.”
“Wow, that’s kind of cool.”
“Kind of?” Changmin snorts. “It’s insane. All in a day’s work of course.”
Junsu was right, Changmin’s a genius.
When he walks into the music room, Junsu sitting on the chair with a guitar on his lap (Yoochun finally figured out what a guitar was.)
“Hey, come here and play with me.” Junsu grins pointing to the keyboard.
“Sure.” Yoochun shrugs.
He’s learnt to master the keyboard, with Jaejoong’s assistance of course. Jaejoong says he’s never met anyone who’s learnt so quickly and maybe soon, Yoochun could compose his own tunes.
He sits by Junsu and matches Junsu’s rhythm step by step. “Damn you are learning fast.”
“I- “ Yoochun hesitates. “I wrote something.”
“What?” Junsu’s eyes widen. “You, what? Yoochun that’s awesome. Let me see it.”
“It’s not exactly finished.”
“I don’t fucking care.” Junsu insists.
When Yoochun shows Junsu the piece of paper he has scribbled on, Junsu studies it for a while before stumbling out of the room and running to Jaejoong.
“You’re a genius. I knew it.” Jaejoong smiles.
Yunho walks around Jaejoong and hugs Yoochun; “I am proud of you.” He says and tears spring to Yoochun’s eyes and he isn’t sure why. He clings to Yunho and sobs a little and all of sudden he’s being hugged from all sides. “Shut up and join the group hug, Changmin.” He hears Jaejoong's chides and cries more.
“We’re going to play this song for our next heist.” Yunho says, once Jaejoong’s helped Yoochun finish the song.
“Heist?” Yoochun asks.
“Remember those fireworks you saw?”
“Yes?”
“That’s a heist we carried out. That’s what we do. We want to show the occupants that there’s another world, Yoochun-ah.” Yunho sighs. “We were never meant to live a life like this. All this form a line, walk uniformly, don’t talk to anyone, don’t listen to music, don’t love.” Yunho spits and Yoochun doesn’t miss how Jaejoong’s gaze never leaves Yunho’s face. “We are free thinking beings, we were supposed to under anyone’s rule. At least not this kind.”
“Spoken like a true leader.” Jaejoong grins, reaching out and squeezing Yunho’s hand.
“I am not a leader.” Yunho chuckles. “I am lover.” He says, turning to look Jaejoong in the eye. Yoochun decides to leave the room before things got more intimate than they already were.
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Their heist was simple.
Changmin would hack into the officer’s network, get into their connection and have a live feed of Yoochun, Junsu, Jaejoong and Yunho performing Yoochun’s song.
The four would move through the underground pathways Yunho had discovered; they would move in two teams, Yoochun and Junsu, Yunho and Jaejoong; reach the terraces of the tallest two buildings and wait for Changmin’s signal to start performing.
Simple.
But Yoochun’s heart was in his throat.
“Nervous?” Junsu asks when he finds his roommate sitting on the edge of his bed, biting on his nails.
“Yeah, sort of.” Yoochun says wearily.
“Don’t be.”
“What if we get caught?”
“We won’t.”
“How do you know that?”
“I don’t.” Junsu smiles. “But, hey, at least I’ll have you with me, hm?
Yoochun laughs freely and pulls Junsu down next to him. “I never got to thank you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to” Yoochun says, biting his lip. “You saved me.”
“I’m your hero, then?” Junsu grins and Yoochun nods his head.
“Oh, you baby!” Junsu squeaks when he sees tears welling around Yoochun’s eyes. He leans in and hugs Yoochun.
Junsu sighs and pulls back; “I am going to-“He rolls his eyes and pulls Yoochun in for a kiss. Yoochun feels a little giddy when he feels Junsu’s soft lips against his. “Oh God.” Junsu mumbles. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since I met you.” He says, pulling Yoochun in for another kiss.
Yoochun wants to scream, wants to cry, wants to laugh, to sing because oh god, yes, kissing Junsu, the man who had saved him, rescued him, breathed in life into him - kissing was as liberating as composing songs.
“That makes me feel better about tomorrow, yes.” Yoochun says, once they’ve pulled back. When did they roll on to the bed?
Junsu laughs and showers him with kisses; “Don’t worry, Yoochun. You’ve got me through and through no matter what.”
Yoochun smiles and pulls him back.
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a/n: I don’t even know, man.