Bad Days
Title: Bad Days
Part: 3 2/2 out of 4
Pairings: MinChun and Jaeho
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Yoochun works at a coffee shop with his friend, Jaejoong. Yoochun isn't the most friendliest person you'll meet, but, a (really, really hot) customer falls for him, chaos ensues. Sort of.
Previous: P. 1 P. 2 P. 3 1/2
Part 3 continued
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--Friday (cont.)
When the food came, we ate in silence, both of us (well, actually just me) glancing at the other. Am I supposed to say something? It’ll be better than not saying anything.
“Do you not like the food? Should I order something else?”
Once again, I smartly reply, “Eh?”
Changmin motions with his fork in hand (which I find adorable… I did NOT think that!), “You’re not eating.”
“Huh? Oh,” WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!?!?!?!?!? Why can’t I just respond like a normal person!?
“Do you wish to go somewhere else?” he looks at me, with his head tilting a little to the side.
“No, its fine, and don’t even bother trying that cutesy look on me, it won’t work,” finally I say something smart!
He sort of smiles, “I would never dream of, ‘trying the cutesy look’, on you.”
I could feel my right eyebrow shoot up, “Oh really. And I am supposed to believe you because?”
He smirks this time, “I can stun you with my good looks without even trying.”
“THAT’S A LIE!”
Everyone stops eating and stares at us, as if we had three heads and making out.
I cough and whisper, “That’s a lie!”
I can tell he’s trying not to smile like that creepy, pedophile looking Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland because we both know that what I just said was a lie. Dammit! I think I’m going to blush again! I fight back the blush and just continue eating as if nothing ever happened.
During the dinner, we talk about stuff, random subjects, but at least it’s better than nothing. And I like the way he uses his hand to show and emphasis what he’s talking about and how his eyes show emotion when he feels strongly enough about and- OH MY GOD! I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT!!! I AM NOT TURNING INTO ONE OF THOSE-
“Is everything alright?”
I return back to reality and see Changmin leaning over me, his face a few inches away from mine, “I’m fine! What are you doing!? Get back to your seat!”
He just stands there and a concerned look comes across his face and his hand is on my forehead, “Are you sure? Are you not feeling well? Do you wish to go home?”
I swat his hand away, “I’m sure, it’s my body, no, I’m ‘feeling well’, and no, I do not wish to go home yet.”
He looks a little crestfallen when I swatted his hand away and I have this sudden urge to hold his hand. I think I need therapy. I blame Junsu for being my boss and making me go on this date, Jaejoong for dragging to go shopping and making me go through all that pain [A/N: Yoochun means: beauty is pain], and Yunho for-
“Yoochun, would like anything in particular for dessert?”
I ponder… “Uh… something with chocolate and not too sweet or light and on the creamy side.”
He chuckles, “Quite picky, aren’t you?”
“Shut up.”
“I am hurt!” He put his hand over his heart.
“That you can’t even say a good comeback?”
He laughs and asks the waiter for the dessert menu as he takes away the plates. He peruses the menu and when the waiter comes back [A/N: I failed to mention this but, the waiter at the beginning and the current waiter are different people], Changmin says some fancy French words and leaves.
The waiter comes back with, I was expecting desserts plural as in two, but he brought back seven. SEVEN!
[link to the seven desserts: one, two, three for the second link, the middle one in the first row and all 3 in the 2nd row]
My eyes bulge out of my sockets, and wondering where I should start.
“I heard that you enjoy sweet things. You can start eating it, you know.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice! I took the spoon and took the one with the strawberry cup and slowly ate it, savoring each scoop of flavor it brought. Slowly, I ate each one, of course making sure to share (even though I didn’t want to).
After we had finished, Changmin went to pay (even though I tried fighting, saying I should pay, too, but he’s stubborn, thick-headed little-) and I stood at the entrance, waiting for him.
Shit. I see that creepy waiter who gave me that weird ass look coming this way. Shit. I can’t hide or anything! There’s no plants or-
“Hello.”
Crap. Crap. Crap.
“I was your… uh… greeter earlier, if you don’t remember.
Of course I remember you, you creep.
“I was wondering if you’d like to grab a drink.”
What the fuck.
“No, thanks. I have a date at the moment, if you remember.”
“Oh well,” the bastard fishes out a piece of paper and pen writes down something, “here’s my number-”
“That won’t be necessary,” Changmin’s voice is cold, emotionless, and intercepts the piece of paper, “he’s mine. Leave, now, before you ever regret thinking you could have him.”
That guy leaves after giving my Changmin a dirty look, I just want to kick- WAIT. ’MY’!? WHERE DID THIS ‘MY’ COME IN!?
“Um, thanks. That guy was a creep,” I say quietly.
Changmin grabs onto my hand and waits as the bellhop*** brings round the car. I try to open the door, but Changmin gets to it first and opens it for me.
In the car, it’s awkward. I already thanked him but I can tell he’s pissed. How do I know? His knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel and he went way past the speed limit.
“HEY! Stop driving like a maniac before the police come!”
He relaxes a bit.
“If you’re pissed about that bastard, you’re not the only one. I would have kicked his-”
“Would you like to go to the beach?”
“HUH?”
“Would you like to go to the beach?”
~
I take off my shoes and walk beside him, and once again have this sudden urge to hold his hand. As if he read my mind, he took my hand. I blushed but hopefully he didn’t see that.
“I saw that.”
Shit.
We didn’t really say anything after that. This left me time to reflect. Maybe I kinda like him. Just a little. He’s grown on me. He is really hot, polite (even though it bothers me), fun to talk to and-
“Did you enjoy it so far?”
Why does he always cut in the middle of my thoughts?
“I really hope that you are.”
“I am,” I don’t say ‘weirdly enough’ even though it was about to slip… now those words are ringing in my head. I shiver unconsciously, not from the cold, and something warm is wrapped around me. Changmin gave me his coat.
“I’m not some girl so you can have your jacket back.”
“You were cold.”
“So?”
“I didn’t want you to catch a cold.”
“I don’t catch a cold easily.”
“…”
“SHUT UP!”
“But I didn’t say anything.”
“But you were implying that I did!”
He chuckles, “I love how you try to pick nonsensical fights.”
I turn away and blush, “Shut up! And they are NOT nonsensical!”
We stop talking and a few minutes later, “You heard me arguing with that girl and you probably heard that last part, didn’t you?”
“Oh… no…” I don’t want to lie to him but… WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!?!?!?
He can tell I’m lying… I think.
“I’ll take your word for it. You tend to speak the truth.”
Ok, now, I feel really guilty, “Actually I-”
“OPPA! CHANGMIN OPPA!”
What the hell!? Is it that annoying girl again!?
“Oppa!”
Changmin’s hold on my hand has gotten a little tighter, as if to say 'don’t believe everything she says'.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you! But then I thought of your special place that you showed me on our-”
“We were never together. Do I have to say it once more to get it through your thick skull?” he said sternly.
I just stare at the both of them, Changmin’s expression angry and frustration, and the others just smiling, too stupid to know that he doesn’t want her but me. I give up. I may like him. Just a little.
“But oppa… I think… that I’m…”
“That you’re what?”
I bite my tongue to refrain from saying what I really want to say. Sarcastic comments at times like these are not needed… hell with it.
“That you finally realized that you’re a bimbo who needs a brain and so going to the hospital to get one?”
She glares at me, “You. Are you that Park Yoochun?”
Changmin’s grip is even tighter; I try not to wince, “Wow, so you can function without a brain. Congrats, let’s all clap and bow!”
“You whore! You stole him away from me!”
“DON’T YOU EVER CALL HIM THAT,” Changmin yells at her, “If anyone is a whore here, it’s you. Now leave.”
“But I’m pregnant with your, our, child.”
--Saturday
That stupid bastard lied to me.
I really enjoyed last night so I can’t forget it.
His smile is ingrained into my head.
He got that girl pregnant and I hate him!
He lied to me. And to think that I liked him!
“Yoochun! Don’t take it out on the coffee!”
“Huh? What?” As it turns out, I gripping onto the cup and close to spilling over the coffee.
Jaejoong rushes over to my side, “Look, I’ll take care of it. You just go and rest or something.”
He found out everything about the date. How? He, Yunho and Junsu followed us on our date. Yeah, followed. I accused them of stalking but whatever. The date ended in a disaster, I walked away to find them a way off, behind us, but close enough to hear us. They heard everything and just dragged me away while glaring at Changmin and that girl. Changmin didn’t even try to frickin stop me or say anything for that matter.
“Park Yoochun, take the rest of the day off,” my boss stomps over to me, “We’re going to have complaints all day if you do.”
“I’ll clean then,” I manage to mumble out. It’s shocking that I even said that since I hate cleaning.
I grab the nearest plate and start washing it, despite all the yucky crumbs that are now all… soggy and disgusting.
“Coffee, black and Yoochun.”
What the hell!? If it’s him, I swear I’ll-
“Sorry, he’s busy. Maybe never. But you can have the coffee,” Jaejoong says coldly.
It’s him.
“I want to explain.”
“You’ve had your chance last night.”
“But I had to find out the truth first.”
“But reassurance would have been nice. Here you go, one black coffee. You can leave now.”I stop washing the dishes and just stand there. Maybe… an explanation would be in order. After all, he is a polite bastard (isn’t that an oxymoron?).
“You. Talk. Minute.”
He nods and explains to me everything. He is filthy stinking rich cause of his grandparents and left it all to him to last him the rest of his life and his kids and his kid’s kids. As for that… thing, she was a maid at his house (his HOUSE!) and quit, claiming that she would make Changmin hers or something like that no matter what since she's desperate. Well, in my point of view it is. I stopped listening after I saw his expression of regret, sorrow, and maybe hope? And the next thing I know, he pulls something out from his pocket.
[this is what Changmin took out of his pocket]
“I’m sorry. At least let this be the good bye gift. But remember that…” he hesitates, deciding whether or not to tell me but then says, “I love you.”
He turns to leave, “YOU! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST PRANCE IN HERE, AND SAY ’OH I’M SO SORRY’ THEN LEAVE! ESPECIALLY RIGHT AFTER YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!? YOU BASTARD! GET BACK HERE!”
He stops and turns around with a stunned look on his face, I continue ranting however, “YOU WALKED IN HERE WITH A NEW HAIRCUT AND WITH THOSE REALLY HOT CLOTHES AT 8 IN THE MORNING AND YOU LOOKED SO DAMN HOT BUT NOW WHAT!? HUH!?”
He walks over to me and pulls me to him, embracing me, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? DIDN’T YOU JUST SAY THAT YOU WERE LEAVING HUH? YOU BASTARD!”
He holds onto me even tighter, murmuring into my ear that he’s sorry.
“EEK! It’s that hot guy from Tuesday! Oh my god! He’s hugging that cute guy!”
I turn to glare at them but then one of them shouted (all those stupid fan girls look the same to me), “I knew it! You owe me 10 bucks! I told you they were a couple!”
“You sooo cheated!”
“Did NOT!”
“She did not cheat!”
“Yeah! Did you see the way that guy was looking at him!?”
“YEAH! He was about to glomp him!”
My eyes widen and blush, “Is… is that true?”
I’m scared to find out the truth.
“Sort of. You were really cute when I saw you from the window outside, sleeping. Also you were really cute when you were grumpy.”
“Oh.”
He sighs and pulls me out of his embrace, but still holding onto my arms, “Look, I really am sorry. I don’t know how I’ll ever make it up to you, but please forgive me. I love you.”
I blush once again like a stupid girl and mumble, “You gave me that frickin expensive watch and I just embarrassed you, of course I have to forgive you.”
He smiles.
-----TBC
A/N: this part really sucked cause of the angst -.- and I am so sorry! This was so late! I couldn't update it on Saturday since I was out all day and on Sunday I had to have a 10 page journal w/ 20 lines per page and i just started it yesterday XD
Has anyone noticed how Yoochun didn't tell Changmin that he loves him yet? XD
Part: 3 2/2 out of 4
Pairings: MinChun and Jaeho
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Yoochun works at a coffee shop with his friend, Jaejoong. Yoochun isn't the most friendliest person you'll meet, but, a (really, really hot) customer falls for him, chaos ensues. Sort of.
Previous: P. 1 P. 2 P. 3 1/2
Part 3 continued
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--Friday (cont.)
When the food came, we ate in silence, both of us (well, actually just me) glancing at the other. Am I supposed to say something? It’ll be better than not saying anything.
“Do you not like the food? Should I order something else?”
Once again, I smartly reply, “Eh?”
Changmin motions with his fork in hand (which I find adorable… I did NOT think that!), “You’re not eating.”
“Huh? Oh,” WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!?!?!?!?!? Why can’t I just respond like a normal person!?
“Do you wish to go somewhere else?” he looks at me, with his head tilting a little to the side.
“No, its fine, and don’t even bother trying that cutesy look on me, it won’t work,” finally I say something smart!
He sort of smiles, “I would never dream of, ‘trying the cutesy look’, on you.”
I could feel my right eyebrow shoot up, “Oh really. And I am supposed to believe you because?”
He smirks this time, “I can stun you with my good looks without even trying.”
“THAT’S A LIE!”
Everyone stops eating and stares at us, as if we had three heads and making out.
I cough and whisper, “That’s a lie!”
I can tell he’s trying not to smile like that creepy, pedophile looking Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland because we both know that what I just said was a lie. Dammit! I think I’m going to blush again! I fight back the blush and just continue eating as if nothing ever happened.
During the dinner, we talk about stuff, random subjects, but at least it’s better than nothing. And I like the way he uses his hand to show and emphasis what he’s talking about and how his eyes show emotion when he feels strongly enough about and- OH MY GOD! I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT!!! I AM NOT TURNING INTO ONE OF THOSE-
“Is everything alright?”
I return back to reality and see Changmin leaning over me, his face a few inches away from mine, “I’m fine! What are you doing!? Get back to your seat!”
He just stands there and a concerned look comes across his face and his hand is on my forehead, “Are you sure? Are you not feeling well? Do you wish to go home?”
I swat his hand away, “I’m sure, it’s my body, no, I’m ‘feeling well’, and no, I do not wish to go home yet.”
He looks a little crestfallen when I swatted his hand away and I have this sudden urge to hold his hand. I think I need therapy. I blame Junsu for being my boss and making me go on this date, Jaejoong for dragging to go shopping and making me go through all that pain [A/N: Yoochun means: beauty is pain], and Yunho for-
“Yoochun, would like anything in particular for dessert?”
I ponder… “Uh… something with chocolate and not too sweet or light and on the creamy side.”
He chuckles, “Quite picky, aren’t you?”
“Shut up.”
“I am hurt!” He put his hand over his heart.
“That you can’t even say a good comeback?”
He laughs and asks the waiter for the dessert menu as he takes away the plates. He peruses the menu and when the waiter comes back [A/N: I failed to mention this but, the waiter at the beginning and the current waiter are different people], Changmin says some fancy French words and leaves.
The waiter comes back with, I was expecting desserts plural as in two, but he brought back seven. SEVEN!
[link to the seven desserts: one, two, three for the second link, the middle one in the first row and all 3 in the 2nd row]
My eyes bulge out of my sockets, and wondering where I should start.
“I heard that you enjoy sweet things. You can start eating it, you know.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice! I took the spoon and took the one with the strawberry cup and slowly ate it, savoring each scoop of flavor it brought. Slowly, I ate each one, of course making sure to share (even though I didn’t want to).
After we had finished, Changmin went to pay (even though I tried fighting, saying I should pay, too, but he’s stubborn, thick-headed little-) and I stood at the entrance, waiting for him.
Shit. I see that creepy waiter who gave me that weird ass look coming this way. Shit. I can’t hide or anything! There’s no plants or-
“Hello.”
Crap. Crap. Crap.
“I was your… uh… greeter earlier, if you don’t remember.
Of course I remember you, you creep.
“I was wondering if you’d like to grab a drink.”
What the fuck.
“No, thanks. I have a date at the moment, if you remember.”
“Oh well,” the bastard fishes out a piece of paper and pen writes down something, “here’s my number-”
“That won’t be necessary,” Changmin’s voice is cold, emotionless, and intercepts the piece of paper, “he’s mine. Leave, now, before you ever regret thinking you could have him.”
That guy leaves after giving my Changmin a dirty look, I just want to kick- WAIT. ’MY’!? WHERE DID THIS ‘MY’ COME IN!?
“Um, thanks. That guy was a creep,” I say quietly.
Changmin grabs onto my hand and waits as the bellhop*** brings round the car. I try to open the door, but Changmin gets to it first and opens it for me.
In the car, it’s awkward. I already thanked him but I can tell he’s pissed. How do I know? His knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel and he went way past the speed limit.
“HEY! Stop driving like a maniac before the police come!”
He relaxes a bit.
“If you’re pissed about that bastard, you’re not the only one. I would have kicked his-”
“Would you like to go to the beach?”
“HUH?”
“Would you like to go to the beach?”
~
I take off my shoes and walk beside him, and once again have this sudden urge to hold his hand. As if he read my mind, he took my hand. I blushed but hopefully he didn’t see that.
“I saw that.”
Shit.
We didn’t really say anything after that. This left me time to reflect. Maybe I kinda like him. Just a little. He’s grown on me. He is really hot, polite (even though it bothers me), fun to talk to and-
“Did you enjoy it so far?”
Why does he always cut in the middle of my thoughts?
“I really hope that you are.”
“I am,” I don’t say ‘weirdly enough’ even though it was about to slip… now those words are ringing in my head. I shiver unconsciously, not from the cold, and something warm is wrapped around me. Changmin gave me his coat.
“I’m not some girl so you can have your jacket back.”
“You were cold.”
“So?”
“I didn’t want you to catch a cold.”
“I don’t catch a cold easily.”
“…”
“SHUT UP!”
“But I didn’t say anything.”
“But you were implying that I did!”
He chuckles, “I love how you try to pick nonsensical fights.”
I turn away and blush, “Shut up! And they are NOT nonsensical!”
We stop talking and a few minutes later, “You heard me arguing with that girl and you probably heard that last part, didn’t you?”
“Oh… no…” I don’t want to lie to him but… WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!?!?!?
He can tell I’m lying… I think.
“I’ll take your word for it. You tend to speak the truth.”
Ok, now, I feel really guilty, “Actually I-”
“OPPA! CHANGMIN OPPA!”
What the hell!? Is it that annoying girl again!?
“Oppa!”
Changmin’s hold on my hand has gotten a little tighter, as if to say 'don’t believe everything she says'.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you! But then I thought of your special place that you showed me on our-”
“We were never together. Do I have to say it once more to get it through your thick skull?” he said sternly.
I just stare at the both of them, Changmin’s expression angry and frustration, and the others just smiling, too stupid to know that he doesn’t want her but me. I give up. I may like him. Just a little.
“But oppa… I think… that I’m…”
“That you’re what?”
I bite my tongue to refrain from saying what I really want to say. Sarcastic comments at times like these are not needed… hell with it.
“That you finally realized that you’re a bimbo who needs a brain and so going to the hospital to get one?”
She glares at me, “You. Are you that Park Yoochun?”
Changmin’s grip is even tighter; I try not to wince, “Wow, so you can function without a brain. Congrats, let’s all clap and bow!”
“You whore! You stole him away from me!”
“DON’T YOU EVER CALL HIM THAT,” Changmin yells at her, “If anyone is a whore here, it’s you. Now leave.”
“But I’m pregnant with your, our, child.”
--Saturday
That stupid bastard lied to me.
I really enjoyed last night so I can’t forget it.
His smile is ingrained into my head.
He got that girl pregnant and I hate him!
He lied to me. And to think that I liked him!
“Yoochun! Don’t take it out on the coffee!”
“Huh? What?” As it turns out, I gripping onto the cup and close to spilling over the coffee.
Jaejoong rushes over to my side, “Look, I’ll take care of it. You just go and rest or something.”
He found out everything about the date. How? He, Yunho and Junsu followed us on our date. Yeah, followed. I accused them of stalking but whatever. The date ended in a disaster, I walked away to find them a way off, behind us, but close enough to hear us. They heard everything and just dragged me away while glaring at Changmin and that girl. Changmin didn’t even try to frickin stop me or say anything for that matter.
“Park Yoochun, take the rest of the day off,” my boss stomps over to me, “We’re going to have complaints all day if you do.”
“I’ll clean then,” I manage to mumble out. It’s shocking that I even said that since I hate cleaning.
I grab the nearest plate and start washing it, despite all the yucky crumbs that are now all… soggy and disgusting.
“Coffee, black and Yoochun.”
What the hell!? If it’s him, I swear I’ll-
“Sorry, he’s busy. Maybe never. But you can have the coffee,” Jaejoong says coldly.
It’s him.
“I want to explain.”
“You’ve had your chance last night.”
“But I had to find out the truth first.”
“But reassurance would have been nice. Here you go, one black coffee. You can leave now.”I stop washing the dishes and just stand there. Maybe… an explanation would be in order. After all, he is a polite bastard (isn’t that an oxymoron?).
“You. Talk. Minute.”
He nods and explains to me everything. He is filthy stinking rich cause of his grandparents and left it all to him to last him the rest of his life and his kids and his kid’s kids. As for that… thing, she was a maid at his house (his HOUSE!) and quit, claiming that she would make Changmin hers or something like that no matter what since she's desperate. Well, in my point of view it is. I stopped listening after I saw his expression of regret, sorrow, and maybe hope? And the next thing I know, he pulls something out from his pocket.
[this is what Changmin took out of his pocket]
“I’m sorry. At least let this be the good bye gift. But remember that…” he hesitates, deciding whether or not to tell me but then says, “I love you.”
He turns to leave, “YOU! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST PRANCE IN HERE, AND SAY ’OH I’M SO SORRY’ THEN LEAVE! ESPECIALLY RIGHT AFTER YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!? YOU BASTARD! GET BACK HERE!”
He stops and turns around with a stunned look on his face, I continue ranting however, “YOU WALKED IN HERE WITH A NEW HAIRCUT AND WITH THOSE REALLY HOT CLOTHES AT 8 IN THE MORNING AND YOU LOOKED SO DAMN HOT BUT NOW WHAT!? HUH!?”
He walks over to me and pulls me to him, embracing me, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? DIDN’T YOU JUST SAY THAT YOU WERE LEAVING HUH? YOU BASTARD!”
He holds onto me even tighter, murmuring into my ear that he’s sorry.
“EEK! It’s that hot guy from Tuesday! Oh my god! He’s hugging that cute guy!”
I turn to glare at them but then one of them shouted (all those stupid fan girls look the same to me), “I knew it! You owe me 10 bucks! I told you they were a couple!”
“You sooo cheated!”
“Did NOT!”
“She did not cheat!”
“Yeah! Did you see the way that guy was looking at him!?”
“YEAH! He was about to glomp him!”
My eyes widen and blush, “Is… is that true?”
I’m scared to find out the truth.
“Sort of. You were really cute when I saw you from the window outside, sleeping. Also you were really cute when you were grumpy.”
“Oh.”
He sighs and pulls me out of his embrace, but still holding onto my arms, “Look, I really am sorry. I don’t know how I’ll ever make it up to you, but please forgive me. I love you.”
I blush once again like a stupid girl and mumble, “You gave me that frickin expensive watch and I just embarrassed you, of course I have to forgive you.”
He smiles.
-----TBC
A/N: this part really sucked cause of the angst -.- and I am so sorry! This was so late! I couldn't update it on Saturday since I was out all day and on Sunday I had to have a 10 page journal w/ 20 lines per page and i just started it yesterday XD
Has anyone noticed how Yoochun didn't tell Changmin that he loves him yet? XD