Ultraviolet (Chapter Fourteen)
Title: Ultraviolet
Author: emilyglh
Pairings: Yoosu, a dash of Yunjae & mischievous Min
Length: Chaptered (Chapter Fourteen)
Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff, Angst (A little bit of everything)
Rating: pg-13
A/N: Inspired by a love story between two people from different worlds. Set in A/U
Summary: Yoochun and Junsu are two different people, with different backgrounds, attending two different schools, living in two different neighborhoods in the same time. Against all odds, the two falls in love and begins a beautiful relationship.
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Junsu sat in his car calmly. The engine was turned off and the numbing cold was beginning to slowly seep its way to Junsu’s skin despite the thick coat he was wearing. He hated the cold. Literally and figuratively. He preferred the warmth of summer; even when he was a little boy, summer would always bring a smile to his lips. He would look forward to going to the beach with his cousins, a picnic in the park, endless soccer games with his friends, even the sun would stay longer during summer.
Most importantly, summer was the time he had spent together with Yoochun. Those memories would be the one that he would treasure most in his life. Even when the elder had destroyed everything in one night. Junsu hated Yoochun’s guts for doing that to him.
And that couldn’t explain why he was doing there, in front of the elder’s apartment at seven in the morning, where the sun had barely risen together with the rest of town. He learnt from Eunhyuk who had kept contact with Changmin that Yoochun still lives in the same apartment, works in the same workshop and still plays in Liquid every Thursdays and Fridays.
Junsu stole a glance at his Rolex; seven-o-five.
Yoochun usually leaves to work around seven. As if on cue, Junsu catches the rustling of the lower front gates to Yoochun‘s apartment. His stomach began making flips and his heart thumped loudly against his ribcage as he caught sight of Yoochun walking down the streets. Its been four years since he last seen Yoochun; the meeting at the supermarket the other day had him boiling with anger and hatred. But the elder had looked so thin and worn out and Jaejoong’s words the day before had hit him hard. The elder only had on a thin white t-shirt underneath his black sweater, his usual dark denim and a black beanie over his head to keep warm. Just like Jaejoong had describe him, Yoochun had one hand tucked in his sweater’s pocket to keep warm while the other held on to a cigarette.
Junsu watched from his tinted windows as Yoochun’s thin frame traveled down the street with streaks of smoke trailing the composer as he continued breathing in more nicotine and tobacco. Jaejoong had quipped that Yoochun began puffing again shortly after Junsu left, sometimes so much, that the whole house reeked of tobacco and his eyes would be bloodshot red from dehydration to the smoke.
Junsu frown unpleasantly; he hated it when Yoochun smokes.
Junsu wrinkled his noise in disdain and pushed Yoochun‘s chest, breaking their tight embrace. “you stink Chunnie”
The elder chuckled as he lean in for a whiff of Junsu “you don’t smell so good either”
A non too gentle slap was landed on the composer’s right arm “ouch!”
“I’m serious” Junsu bit his lip to hide his forming smile at the sight of Yoochun pouting and rubbing his right arm.
The elder grinned sheepishly “and you thought I was joking?”
Yoochun laughed when he heard a loud dolphin scream as Junsu lunged in to strangle him.
“You’re mean” it was Junsu’s turn to pout as he straddled Yoochun‘s waist and is currently sitting on his stomach; hands never leaving the elder’s neck.
Yoochun rolled his eyes “says the one who called me smelly first”
Junsu frowned and he looked at his lover with concern “you’ll get cancer, breathing problems, a bunch of other health problems and die a painful death”
“You’ve been hanging out with Minnie too much Su” Yoochun teased and it didn’t help when Junsu’s frown only grew deeper.
Yoochun’s heart softened at the sight of Junsu pouting above him. He sighed and reached for the younger hands which were still on his collar in a tight death grip.
“I promise babe. Never again” his thumb rubbing soothing circles on Junsu’s much smaller hands. They shared an intense gaze before Junsu leaned down to peck his lips. Yoochun grinned happily as he catches the obvious tint of red on the younger cheeks. Junsu only smiled shyly before climbing off his boyfriend, leaving the couch and the living room in search of Jaejoong who was having dinner ready in the kitchen.
“So I get more kisses now for quitting?” Yoochun laughed when Junsu’s head emerged from the kitchen and the younger stuck his tongue out playfully.
Junsu couldn’t help but smile at the memory. True enough, he had come home from his cousin’s wedding to find that Yoochun quitted smoking. Changmin even praised Junsu for his persuading skills and teased them calling it the power of love.
When Junsu had looked out again, the elder was already making a right turn towards the end of the street. Without hesitating, Junsu quickly turned his keys in the ignition sending the engine to a start before driving his Mercedes out of the quiet Clintwood neighborhood and after Yoochun.
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Yoochun is good; Junsu concluded. He had been observing the elder working since early morning. From changing tires, to fixing radiators, engines, removing and attaching bumpers and car seats and things Junsu had never even knew existed in a car. Basically, Yoochun could remove every part of the car and reassemble the car again with his eyes close. Then again, his knowledge of cars is as limited such as getting from point A to point B and refueling gas. Other than that, his father would have everything to be taken care of. He would often deem himself doom if he was ever stranded in the open road; either with an over heated radiator or a flat tire.
Junsu’s hold on his latte tightened hoping for a little more heat as the day began to grow colder despite the presence of the sun. He took another sip of his favorite caffeinated drink while his gaze remained locked to Yoochun who was busy tending to cars in the workshop. He wondered how could Yoochun stand the cold clad only in his thin dark blue uniform and sleeves folded above his elbows while Junsu’s stuck in his Mercedes with three layer of clothing to shield him from the freezing cold.
Oblivious to the Mercedes parked right opposite his shop, Yoochun continued in his task in replacing the engine crankshaft. He had been working on the Porsche for the whole morning. The previous crankshaft was damaged beyond repair; the owner hadn’t bother to change its oil in months. The valves had also been leaking and tires were worn out to its maximum.
What has this person been doing? NASCAR? Rally racing? Or homicidal mission?
“Are you done with the Cayman? The owner’s here to pick it up” Leeteuk nudged Yoochun’s leg while his torso remained hidden under the red sports car.
“Give me another minute, I’m gonna replace the spark plugs as well” a muffle voice could be heard from under the red Cayman’s engine. Leeteuk hummed in agreement and walked away.
Junsu remained seated in his car. He rested his forehead against the tinted window pane, observing the fog formed by his exhaled breath, occasionally drawing smiley faces and random alphabets with his index finger. After a while, he sighed in boredom; Yoochun had been working on the car the whole morning, barely taking a break.
He was about to fall asleep when he caught sight of a familiar figure walking into the workshop. He squinted his eyes for a clearer vision and in a second, his eyes widen in recognition. It was Choi Siwon; Junsu’s ex-football captain and the person responsible for breaking Yoochun’s leg. Junsu immediately exited his black Mercedes and quietly sprinted down towards the workshop.
“I’m done” Yoochun announced proudly as he rolled out from under the sports car.
His grin turned into a frown as soon as he saw the owner of the car beaming at him in mockery. The latter had on a black suit topped over a white shirt and red tie, his very expensive black bally shoes greeted Yoochun’s vision first.
“Oh, Park Yoochun” Yoochun made no move to acknowledge the other man’s presence as he reached for his cloth hanging by the rack. He wiped away any grease and oil that was stuck on his hands.
“Its been like what? Three years? And you’re still stuck here in Clintwood” Siwon shook his head teasingly.
“I heard about your lover boy’s engangement on my way back. It’s the talk of the town” just like the last time, Yoochun completely ignored the latter’s teasing. He lost his patience the four years ago and it got him a broken foot. He wasn’t going to be stupid again. He directed all his boiling anger into cleaning his wrench instead.
Siwon smirked despite the lack of response from Yoochun “I thought they’d mistaken the bride. Or did Kim Junsu forgot to ask you to marry him?”
Yoochun flinched at the mention of Junsu’s engagement. He had not seen the younger since the meeting at the supermarket the other day, Junsu had not even looked at him apart from the initial eye contact. And seeing him with another woman in his arms had broke Yoochun’s heart. His body shivered uncomfortably and he felt a churn in his gut, Yoochun looked down pretending to take interest in his own shoes to avoid Siwon from seeing him at such a vulnerable state.
He then turned to walk towards the office and made a grab for the Cayman’s keys hanging by the wall along with the other car keys in the garage.
“Here” Siwon chucked a hundred dollar bill into Yoochun’s breast pocket as soon as the composer handed him his car keys.
“Think of it as a compensation for your broken leg. It should be worth less than that, but keep the rest as your cigarette or crack money or to buy food”
The richer of the two then proceeded to unlock his car door and slipped in, he then inserted the key into the ignition sending the newly repaired engine to a roaring start.
“Pathetic loser” he shook his head and grinned smugly before revving the engine and shifting gear sending the red Porsche out of the workshop and into the streets. It disappeared from view a few seconds later.
Yoochun stared at the bill in his pocket; another person marked on his list that sees him as a junkie. Of all the others in his list, it was Mr. Kim’s impression towards him that mattered most. He sighed tiredly in defeat to what fate had offered him.
A sudden jolt of pain ran through his body, the composer cursed as he grabbed right ankle in pain. The doctor had warned him about the relapsing pain every now and then, the screws in his ankle remains a foreign matter in his body.
Junsu had witnessed the whole scene from the moment Siwon had walked in to the shop until Yoochun kneeling on the floor and clutching his ankle in pain. He hesitated for a moment but decided to help the older man but retreated behind the wall immediately when Yoochun’s colleague had beat him to it.
“You alright? Need painkillers?” the man asked with concern.
Yoochun nodded curtly; he was in too much pain to speak.
“Get some rest alright?” the man draped Yoochun’s arm over his shoulders supporting the composer as he limped towards the couch in the reception area.
From his line of view, Junsu could see his colleague patting Yoochun’s thigh in concern as the latter sat on the couch with his eyes closed. He frowned and began to see green. So this was the Harang that Jaejoong and Yunho were talking about?
Junsu had the sudden urged to kill but turned to hide when Harang had caught sight of him.
Leeteuk had assured Yoochun that Choi Siwon was a bored rich bastard and told Yoochun to keep the money for charity. Yoochun had laughed and nodded despite the pain still evident in his leg.
When he had exited the reception area in search of water for his best friend to drink, he had a feeling of being watched. He immediately looked up in search of anyone that fitted his suspicion but found none. He then shrugged absent mindedly before continuing his task.
Junsu’s heart thumped rapidly; he was almost caught by Yoochun’s colleague or so to say now, his new soul mate. That thought was enough to erupt his boiling jealousy as he stomped his way back to his car.
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Liquid hadn’t changed at all. Junsu concluded as he made a quick sweep of the bar with his eyes. The black stage was still there, as though undisturbed by its growing age along with the tables and chairs. The only thing that changed was the shot counter, Changmin’s parents had extended the length and it was currently housing more alcohol than before.
True, Junsu had been angry and jealous earlier this morning, but as soon as he started his engine and began heading back to Fairview, did he begin to feel stupid. And so he made a u-turn and the rest of the day had been spent spying Yoochun working and eating lunch which involved cigarettes as his dessert. He wished he still have the authority to strangle him and ask him to stop. But Jaejoong told him that Yoochun smoked partly because he was lonely.
He hated the guilt that was beginning to crawl onto him now.
He stood hidden behind one of the pillars covered immensely by darkness. He smiled when he realized it was impossible to spot or recognize him through there. Just then, the crowd began clapping and Junsu snapped his attention to the black shiny stage.
He shivered as Yoochun’s thick and low voice echoed throw the bar in soft chuckles “This is a song I wrote for someone dear to me. Even till now, he still is”
He heard the composer clear throat as the clapping and cheering died down and began playing a soft tune with his keyboard.
It was a clear summer day
When I saw the tears in your face
I knew that our time was up on us
Yoochun closed his eyes; remembering the day he first saw Junsu. He had gone to the park for a breather, why bother to go to school anyway when all he does is fight? He didn’t know when he had stumbled on this particular lake in the park. Maybe it was his curios mischief in middle school that brought him here, all he know was the lake itself offered Yoochun a little comfort. that’s when he saw Junsu, crouched at the edge but not to near to fall in the waters. The composer could tell he was crying. And when Junsu looked up to the horizon, eyes still moist with tears, thats when he realized; Yoochun was in love.
Our moment of end was so fast
But the kiss of goodbye always lasts
Not even time could fade it away
Both of them winced as the night Yoochun had pushed and hurt Junsu began flashing through their minds.
Even though you are no longer here
There is still something between us
Even though life isn't fair
I'd never lose my trust
Differently but yet similarly; four years had brought both of them so much pain and loneliness. Both struggling to move on. Both struggling to pick up the pieces of their lives when they know they were failing miserably instead.
Just another lesson to be learned
Gotta move on and not lose faith
Just another obstacle to face
Live my life before it gets too late
I won't give up
I won't stay down
This is what life's worth living for
(Life's worth living for)
I still believe in love
Junsu quietly gaze at the man on stage as Yoochun sang every line in the chorus sincerely.
I'm holding the warmth of your lips
It feels like the time we first kissed
When all of the stars lined up for us
Their first kiss was at the beach; when Yoochun had saved Junsu’s life. When Junsu had realized he fell for Yoochun.
But like the wind you said goodbye
And left me alone here to cry
We shouldn't have gone our separate ways
Junsu felt anger, disappointment and hurt coursing through his veins. He hated that night, how much he wanted to pound that memory into nothing but dirt and dust. He hated Yoochun and his father for making the decisions for him. He hated Yoochun for making him leave that way.
Even though you are no longer here
There is still something between us
Even though life isn't fair
I'd never lose my trust
Just another lesson to be learned
Gotta move on and not lose faith
Just another obstacle to face
Live my life before it gets too late
I won't give up
I won't stay down
This is what life's worth living for
(Life's worth living for)
I still believe in love
By the end of the song, both of them were trying desperately to hide their tears. Yoochun had only sang one song that night. He wrote the song a few months ago, but every time he sings it, it was too much too bear.
Junsu had manged to run to his car before Yoochun or even Changmin’s parents could catch him, he didn’t want to believe that he had hated the wrong person. That he had wasted his four agonizing years coming up with revenge, because deep down, he would never have the heart to hurt Yoochun.
And he loved every single word that Yoochun sang.
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The sight of a pair of blue eyes staring back at Junsu with so much enthusiasm that it was scaring him. The owner of the blue eyes panted heavily, wagging its tail as he took a clearer look at Junsu.
After the performance had ended, Junsu had decided to head towards his favorite spot by the lake at the park to think and breathe. Before he could even crawl through, Junsu was greeted with a black and white fur. Lots of it. It had scared the hell out of him, seemingly that the size of the dog’s head was as large as his own and that it was panting and poking at Junsu’s face with his wet nose.
“What do we have here?” Junsu froze at the familiar low voice.
The huge wolf like dog finally tore his attention off Junsu and to its owner. He then playfully charged Yoochun and rubbed his huge head affectionately against Yoochun’s legs. Junsu’s heart soften at the peels of laughter emitted by the composer.
Before he could even turn his head and make a getaway, the pair of blue eyes were back staring at him again.
“Oh, you found something boy?” obviously, Yoochun’s playful tone wasn’t meant for him.
The Alaskan Malamute was caught between his owner and the new stranger as he ran back and fourth; wagging his tail happily. As though he made a new friend.
“I see you found a new friend Harang”
Junsu froze and blinked in stupidity. So the whole time, he was jealous over a dog? He wanted to bury Jaejoong’s head for pulling his leg and bury his own in embaressment.
Harang whined happily in reply, he had chosen Yoochun instead and was now using the hem his sweater to play tug of war with his owner. Junsu stood up as Yoochun smile at him, he had never seen Yoochun this happy the whole day.
Jaejoong was right, Harang did have the power to make him happy.
“Hey” Yoochun was first to break the awkward silence.
Not knowing what to do, Junsu nodded and smiled in return “hey”
“Congratulations your engagement” Yoochun continued staring at him while Harang had stop tugging at the hem of his sweater and proceed to rub himself against Yoochun; oblivious to the tension around him.
“Thanks” Junsu smiled as he looked away; the elder’s stares were always too intense to bear.
Yoochun faked another smiled “I’m glad you’re happy”
Before Junsu could even reply, Yoochun was already tugging at the huge dog’s collar “Come on boy, lets go home”
Harang wagged his tail even harder in response, he then trotted around Yoochun and ran all over the place. Yoochun laughed in response.
“I’ll see you around then” and with that, Junsu was met with Yoochun’s back as he and Harang walked further away from his line of vision.
Junsu’s lower jaw quivered as he tired desperately to hold in any stray tears as the truth of Jaejoong’s words slapped him hard.
"You know how talented Yoochun is Junsu. He would have made it big, he wouldn’t have to be stuck here while everyone else is moving forward"
“Remember Junsu, you had everyone beside you. You have your family, you have your friends, your fiancé even. Who does Yoochun have?”
He bend down to hug his knees as his shoulders shook violently to his constant sobbing.
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Yoochun tore his gaze away from the shaking figure crouching by the lake and turned to lean against the tree, his head resting tiredly on the trunk as he swallowed down his own batch of tears.
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A/N: Phew, longest chap ever written! this is un-beta, will fix this prob when i complete the story. Anyway, I promised one guest: HARANG! who can resist those puppy eyes? Lol... Leeteuk and Siwon are side guests.. Sorry for making Siwon so mean, I like him by the way..
The song to this chapter is I Still Believe in Love by Jenny Hyun.. I fell in love with the lyrics the first time I heard it..It really suits my story..
Thanks for commenting and as usual I apologise for not being able to respond to your comments individually but i read and appreciate every one of them! (Blame it on my assignments!) Thanks... And lotsa (Yoosu) love!
Author: emilyglh
Pairings: Yoosu, a dash of Yunjae & mischievous Min
Length: Chaptered (Chapter Fourteen)
Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff, Angst (A little bit of everything)
Rating: pg-13
A/N: Inspired by a love story between two people from different worlds. Set in A/U
Summary: Yoochun and Junsu are two different people, with different backgrounds, attending two different schools, living in two different neighborhoods in the same time. Against all odds, the two falls in love and begins a beautiful relationship.
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Junsu sat in his car calmly. The engine was turned off and the numbing cold was beginning to slowly seep its way to Junsu’s skin despite the thick coat he was wearing. He hated the cold. Literally and figuratively. He preferred the warmth of summer; even when he was a little boy, summer would always bring a smile to his lips. He would look forward to going to the beach with his cousins, a picnic in the park, endless soccer games with his friends, even the sun would stay longer during summer.
Most importantly, summer was the time he had spent together with Yoochun. Those memories would be the one that he would treasure most in his life. Even when the elder had destroyed everything in one night. Junsu hated Yoochun’s guts for doing that to him.
And that couldn’t explain why he was doing there, in front of the elder’s apartment at seven in the morning, where the sun had barely risen together with the rest of town. He learnt from Eunhyuk who had kept contact with Changmin that Yoochun still lives in the same apartment, works in the same workshop and still plays in Liquid every Thursdays and Fridays.
Junsu stole a glance at his Rolex; seven-o-five.
Yoochun usually leaves to work around seven. As if on cue, Junsu catches the rustling of the lower front gates to Yoochun‘s apartment. His stomach began making flips and his heart thumped loudly against his ribcage as he caught sight of Yoochun walking down the streets. Its been four years since he last seen Yoochun; the meeting at the supermarket the other day had him boiling with anger and hatred. But the elder had looked so thin and worn out and Jaejoong’s words the day before had hit him hard. The elder only had on a thin white t-shirt underneath his black sweater, his usual dark denim and a black beanie over his head to keep warm. Just like Jaejoong had describe him, Yoochun had one hand tucked in his sweater’s pocket to keep warm while the other held on to a cigarette.
Junsu watched from his tinted windows as Yoochun’s thin frame traveled down the street with streaks of smoke trailing the composer as he continued breathing in more nicotine and tobacco. Jaejoong had quipped that Yoochun began puffing again shortly after Junsu left, sometimes so much, that the whole house reeked of tobacco and his eyes would be bloodshot red from dehydration to the smoke.
Junsu frown unpleasantly; he hated it when Yoochun smokes.
Junsu wrinkled his noise in disdain and pushed Yoochun‘s chest, breaking their tight embrace. “you stink Chunnie”
The elder chuckled as he lean in for a whiff of Junsu “you don’t smell so good either”
A non too gentle slap was landed on the composer’s right arm “ouch!”
“I’m serious” Junsu bit his lip to hide his forming smile at the sight of Yoochun pouting and rubbing his right arm.
The elder grinned sheepishly “and you thought I was joking?”
Yoochun laughed when he heard a loud dolphin scream as Junsu lunged in to strangle him.
“You’re mean” it was Junsu’s turn to pout as he straddled Yoochun‘s waist and is currently sitting on his stomach; hands never leaving the elder’s neck.
Yoochun rolled his eyes “says the one who called me smelly first”
Junsu frowned and he looked at his lover with concern “you’ll get cancer, breathing problems, a bunch of other health problems and die a painful death”
“You’ve been hanging out with Minnie too much Su” Yoochun teased and it didn’t help when Junsu’s frown only grew deeper.
Yoochun’s heart softened at the sight of Junsu pouting above him. He sighed and reached for the younger hands which were still on his collar in a tight death grip.
“I promise babe. Never again” his thumb rubbing soothing circles on Junsu’s much smaller hands. They shared an intense gaze before Junsu leaned down to peck his lips. Yoochun grinned happily as he catches the obvious tint of red on the younger cheeks. Junsu only smiled shyly before climbing off his boyfriend, leaving the couch and the living room in search of Jaejoong who was having dinner ready in the kitchen.
“So I get more kisses now for quitting?” Yoochun laughed when Junsu’s head emerged from the kitchen and the younger stuck his tongue out playfully.
Junsu couldn’t help but smile at the memory. True enough, he had come home from his cousin’s wedding to find that Yoochun quitted smoking. Changmin even praised Junsu for his persuading skills and teased them calling it the power of love.
When Junsu had looked out again, the elder was already making a right turn towards the end of the street. Without hesitating, Junsu quickly turned his keys in the ignition sending the engine to a start before driving his Mercedes out of the quiet Clintwood neighborhood and after Yoochun.
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Yoochun is good; Junsu concluded. He had been observing the elder working since early morning. From changing tires, to fixing radiators, engines, removing and attaching bumpers and car seats and things Junsu had never even knew existed in a car. Basically, Yoochun could remove every part of the car and reassemble the car again with his eyes close. Then again, his knowledge of cars is as limited such as getting from point A to point B and refueling gas. Other than that, his father would have everything to be taken care of. He would often deem himself doom if he was ever stranded in the open road; either with an over heated radiator or a flat tire.
Junsu’s hold on his latte tightened hoping for a little more heat as the day began to grow colder despite the presence of the sun. He took another sip of his favorite caffeinated drink while his gaze remained locked to Yoochun who was busy tending to cars in the workshop. He wondered how could Yoochun stand the cold clad only in his thin dark blue uniform and sleeves folded above his elbows while Junsu’s stuck in his Mercedes with three layer of clothing to shield him from the freezing cold.
Oblivious to the Mercedes parked right opposite his shop, Yoochun continued in his task in replacing the engine crankshaft. He had been working on the Porsche for the whole morning. The previous crankshaft was damaged beyond repair; the owner hadn’t bother to change its oil in months. The valves had also been leaking and tires were worn out to its maximum.
What has this person been doing? NASCAR? Rally racing? Or homicidal mission?
“Are you done with the Cayman? The owner’s here to pick it up” Leeteuk nudged Yoochun’s leg while his torso remained hidden under the red sports car.
“Give me another minute, I’m gonna replace the spark plugs as well” a muffle voice could be heard from under the red Cayman’s engine. Leeteuk hummed in agreement and walked away.
Junsu remained seated in his car. He rested his forehead against the tinted window pane, observing the fog formed by his exhaled breath, occasionally drawing smiley faces and random alphabets with his index finger. After a while, he sighed in boredom; Yoochun had been working on the car the whole morning, barely taking a break.
He was about to fall asleep when he caught sight of a familiar figure walking into the workshop. He squinted his eyes for a clearer vision and in a second, his eyes widen in recognition. It was Choi Siwon; Junsu’s ex-football captain and the person responsible for breaking Yoochun’s leg. Junsu immediately exited his black Mercedes and quietly sprinted down towards the workshop.
“I’m done” Yoochun announced proudly as he rolled out from under the sports car.
His grin turned into a frown as soon as he saw the owner of the car beaming at him in mockery. The latter had on a black suit topped over a white shirt and red tie, his very expensive black bally shoes greeted Yoochun’s vision first.
“Oh, Park Yoochun” Yoochun made no move to acknowledge the other man’s presence as he reached for his cloth hanging by the rack. He wiped away any grease and oil that was stuck on his hands.
“Its been like what? Three years? And you’re still stuck here in Clintwood” Siwon shook his head teasingly.
“I heard about your lover boy’s engangement on my way back. It’s the talk of the town” just like the last time, Yoochun completely ignored the latter’s teasing. He lost his patience the four years ago and it got him a broken foot. He wasn’t going to be stupid again. He directed all his boiling anger into cleaning his wrench instead.
Siwon smirked despite the lack of response from Yoochun “I thought they’d mistaken the bride. Or did Kim Junsu forgot to ask you to marry him?”
Yoochun flinched at the mention of Junsu’s engagement. He had not seen the younger since the meeting at the supermarket the other day, Junsu had not even looked at him apart from the initial eye contact. And seeing him with another woman in his arms had broke Yoochun’s heart. His body shivered uncomfortably and he felt a churn in his gut, Yoochun looked down pretending to take interest in his own shoes to avoid Siwon from seeing him at such a vulnerable state.
He then turned to walk towards the office and made a grab for the Cayman’s keys hanging by the wall along with the other car keys in the garage.
“Here” Siwon chucked a hundred dollar bill into Yoochun’s breast pocket as soon as the composer handed him his car keys.
“Think of it as a compensation for your broken leg. It should be worth less than that, but keep the rest as your cigarette or crack money or to buy food”
The richer of the two then proceeded to unlock his car door and slipped in, he then inserted the key into the ignition sending the newly repaired engine to a roaring start.
“Pathetic loser” he shook his head and grinned smugly before revving the engine and shifting gear sending the red Porsche out of the workshop and into the streets. It disappeared from view a few seconds later.
Yoochun stared at the bill in his pocket; another person marked on his list that sees him as a junkie. Of all the others in his list, it was Mr. Kim’s impression towards him that mattered most. He sighed tiredly in defeat to what fate had offered him.
A sudden jolt of pain ran through his body, the composer cursed as he grabbed right ankle in pain. The doctor had warned him about the relapsing pain every now and then, the screws in his ankle remains a foreign matter in his body.
Junsu had witnessed the whole scene from the moment Siwon had walked in to the shop until Yoochun kneeling on the floor and clutching his ankle in pain. He hesitated for a moment but decided to help the older man but retreated behind the wall immediately when Yoochun’s colleague had beat him to it.
“You alright? Need painkillers?” the man asked with concern.
Yoochun nodded curtly; he was in too much pain to speak.
“Get some rest alright?” the man draped Yoochun’s arm over his shoulders supporting the composer as he limped towards the couch in the reception area.
From his line of view, Junsu could see his colleague patting Yoochun’s thigh in concern as the latter sat on the couch with his eyes closed. He frowned and began to see green. So this was the Harang that Jaejoong and Yunho were talking about?
Junsu had the sudden urged to kill but turned to hide when Harang had caught sight of him.
Leeteuk had assured Yoochun that Choi Siwon was a bored rich bastard and told Yoochun to keep the money for charity. Yoochun had laughed and nodded despite the pain still evident in his leg.
When he had exited the reception area in search of water for his best friend to drink, he had a feeling of being watched. He immediately looked up in search of anyone that fitted his suspicion but found none. He then shrugged absent mindedly before continuing his task.
Junsu’s heart thumped rapidly; he was almost caught by Yoochun’s colleague or so to say now, his new soul mate. That thought was enough to erupt his boiling jealousy as he stomped his way back to his car.
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Liquid hadn’t changed at all. Junsu concluded as he made a quick sweep of the bar with his eyes. The black stage was still there, as though undisturbed by its growing age along with the tables and chairs. The only thing that changed was the shot counter, Changmin’s parents had extended the length and it was currently housing more alcohol than before.
True, Junsu had been angry and jealous earlier this morning, but as soon as he started his engine and began heading back to Fairview, did he begin to feel stupid. And so he made a u-turn and the rest of the day had been spent spying Yoochun working and eating lunch which involved cigarettes as his dessert. He wished he still have the authority to strangle him and ask him to stop. But Jaejoong told him that Yoochun smoked partly because he was lonely.
He hated the guilt that was beginning to crawl onto him now.
He stood hidden behind one of the pillars covered immensely by darkness. He smiled when he realized it was impossible to spot or recognize him through there. Just then, the crowd began clapping and Junsu snapped his attention to the black shiny stage.
He shivered as Yoochun’s thick and low voice echoed throw the bar in soft chuckles “This is a song I wrote for someone dear to me. Even till now, he still is”
He heard the composer clear throat as the clapping and cheering died down and began playing a soft tune with his keyboard.
It was a clear summer day
When I saw the tears in your face
I knew that our time was up on us
Yoochun closed his eyes; remembering the day he first saw Junsu. He had gone to the park for a breather, why bother to go to school anyway when all he does is fight? He didn’t know when he had stumbled on this particular lake in the park. Maybe it was his curios mischief in middle school that brought him here, all he know was the lake itself offered Yoochun a little comfort. that’s when he saw Junsu, crouched at the edge but not to near to fall in the waters. The composer could tell he was crying. And when Junsu looked up to the horizon, eyes still moist with tears, thats when he realized; Yoochun was in love.
Our moment of end was so fast
But the kiss of goodbye always lasts
Not even time could fade it away
Both of them winced as the night Yoochun had pushed and hurt Junsu began flashing through their minds.
Even though you are no longer here
There is still something between us
Even though life isn't fair
I'd never lose my trust
Differently but yet similarly; four years had brought both of them so much pain and loneliness. Both struggling to move on. Both struggling to pick up the pieces of their lives when they know they were failing miserably instead.
Just another lesson to be learned
Gotta move on and not lose faith
Just another obstacle to face
Live my life before it gets too late
I won't give up
I won't stay down
This is what life's worth living for
(Life's worth living for)
I still believe in love
Junsu quietly gaze at the man on stage as Yoochun sang every line in the chorus sincerely.
I'm holding the warmth of your lips
It feels like the time we first kissed
When all of the stars lined up for us
Their first kiss was at the beach; when Yoochun had saved Junsu’s life. When Junsu had realized he fell for Yoochun.
But like the wind you said goodbye
And left me alone here to cry
We shouldn't have gone our separate ways
Junsu felt anger, disappointment and hurt coursing through his veins. He hated that night, how much he wanted to pound that memory into nothing but dirt and dust. He hated Yoochun and his father for making the decisions for him. He hated Yoochun for making him leave that way.
Even though you are no longer here
There is still something between us
Even though life isn't fair
I'd never lose my trust
Just another lesson to be learned
Gotta move on and not lose faith
Just another obstacle to face
Live my life before it gets too late
I won't give up
I won't stay down
This is what life's worth living for
(Life's worth living for)
I still believe in love
By the end of the song, both of them were trying desperately to hide their tears. Yoochun had only sang one song that night. He wrote the song a few months ago, but every time he sings it, it was too much too bear.
Junsu had manged to run to his car before Yoochun or even Changmin’s parents could catch him, he didn’t want to believe that he had hated the wrong person. That he had wasted his four agonizing years coming up with revenge, because deep down, he would never have the heart to hurt Yoochun.
And he loved every single word that Yoochun sang.
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The sight of a pair of blue eyes staring back at Junsu with so much enthusiasm that it was scaring him. The owner of the blue eyes panted heavily, wagging its tail as he took a clearer look at Junsu.
After the performance had ended, Junsu had decided to head towards his favorite spot by the lake at the park to think and breathe. Before he could even crawl through, Junsu was greeted with a black and white fur. Lots of it. It had scared the hell out of him, seemingly that the size of the dog’s head was as large as his own and that it was panting and poking at Junsu’s face with his wet nose.
“What do we have here?” Junsu froze at the familiar low voice.
The huge wolf like dog finally tore his attention off Junsu and to its owner. He then playfully charged Yoochun and rubbed his huge head affectionately against Yoochun’s legs. Junsu’s heart soften at the peels of laughter emitted by the composer.
Before he could even turn his head and make a getaway, the pair of blue eyes were back staring at him again.
“Oh, you found something boy?” obviously, Yoochun’s playful tone wasn’t meant for him.
The Alaskan Malamute was caught between his owner and the new stranger as he ran back and fourth; wagging his tail happily. As though he made a new friend.
“I see you found a new friend Harang”
Junsu froze and blinked in stupidity. So the whole time, he was jealous over a dog? He wanted to bury Jaejoong’s head for pulling his leg and bury his own in embaressment.
Harang whined happily in reply, he had chosen Yoochun instead and was now using the hem his sweater to play tug of war with his owner. Junsu stood up as Yoochun smile at him, he had never seen Yoochun this happy the whole day.
Jaejoong was right, Harang did have the power to make him happy.
“Hey” Yoochun was first to break the awkward silence.
Not knowing what to do, Junsu nodded and smiled in return “hey”
“Congratulations your engagement” Yoochun continued staring at him while Harang had stop tugging at the hem of his sweater and proceed to rub himself against Yoochun; oblivious to the tension around him.
“Thanks” Junsu smiled as he looked away; the elder’s stares were always too intense to bear.
Yoochun faked another smiled “I’m glad you’re happy”
Before Junsu could even reply, Yoochun was already tugging at the huge dog’s collar “Come on boy, lets go home”
Harang wagged his tail even harder in response, he then trotted around Yoochun and ran all over the place. Yoochun laughed in response.
“I’ll see you around then” and with that, Junsu was met with Yoochun’s back as he and Harang walked further away from his line of vision.
Junsu’s lower jaw quivered as he tired desperately to hold in any stray tears as the truth of Jaejoong’s words slapped him hard.
"You know how talented Yoochun is Junsu. He would have made it big, he wouldn’t have to be stuck here while everyone else is moving forward"
“Remember Junsu, you had everyone beside you. You have your family, you have your friends, your fiancé even. Who does Yoochun have?”
He bend down to hug his knees as his shoulders shook violently to his constant sobbing.
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Yoochun tore his gaze away from the shaking figure crouching by the lake and turned to lean against the tree, his head resting tiredly on the trunk as he swallowed down his own batch of tears.
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A/N: Phew, longest chap ever written! this is un-beta, will fix this prob when i complete the story. Anyway, I promised one guest: HARANG! who can resist those puppy eyes? Lol... Leeteuk and Siwon are side guests.. Sorry for making Siwon so mean, I like him by the way..
The song to this chapter is I Still Believe in Love by Jenny Hyun.. I fell in love with the lyrics the first time I heard it..It really suits my story..
Thanks for commenting and as usual I apologise for not being able to respond to your comments individually but i read and appreciate every one of them! (Blame it on my assignments!) Thanks... And lotsa (Yoosu) love!