Three Cheers (Special Chapter)
Title: Three Cheers
Chapters: N/A
Authors: ronnieshade (with konicoffee joining in for this chapter)
Genre: AU, Romance, Humor, Angst, Friendship, High school
Disclaimer: We don't own the people who inspired the characters, and ronnieshade owns the story.
Warnings: Cursing, sexual situations, some form of het, random mind-set
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/x
Band/s: the GazettE, more
Synopsis: What do you get when the world revolves around a group of friends on a mission to make it the best damn last year of High school ever in the history of awesomeness? They dare you to find out.
Comments: So here's the special chapter/oneshot that was mentioned in the last update of Three Cheers. Sorry it took forever to post. Anyways, this is a random 'what-if' scenario Ron and I thought of, and we roleplayed it to see how it worked out. Best enjoyed if you've read all of the chapters of Three Cheers thus far. We hope you like it.
One. // Two. // Three. // Four. // Five. // Six. // Seven. // Eight. // Nine. // Ten. // Eleven. // Twelve. // Thirteen. // Fourteen.// Fifteen. // Sixteen. // SeventeenA. // SeventeenB. // Eighteen. // Nineteen. // Twenty. // Twenty-One.
Letting a quiet sigh escape him, Yesung stared at a blank space in front of the classroom from his seat on the fifth row, right beside the window. He knew he could read the Hangul on the board - understand it even. Despite that, he couldn't make sense out of any of the words. The characters looked, felt foreign. It was very much like when he first attempted to learn Romaji. Those damn Japanese characters. That damn Japanese school. That damn Japanese boy.
Gaze drifting toward the window, Yesung searched for the end of the sky and wondered how Yuu was doing at the moment.
The thin piece of paper shook in his hand as Yuu cautiously glanced around. He was fucked. It was just outside the city, he knew that much. But where the fuck outside the city was it? He couldn’t even ask anyone since no one knew any Japanese and he made the stupid mistake of not bothering to bring with him a Korean Language book. When Kouyou said he was an idiot for trying, he wasn’t kidding.
“Where the fuck is this place?!” He all but shouted in the midst of the busy walkway. He scanned all the signs in the vicinity, hoping to find the Korean characters that matched the ones he’d struggled to copy from the internet. Lo’ and behold a sign identical to the one on his paper was tucked just behind a bank. Shoulders slumping in relief, Yuu ran to the sign, ecstatic to find that it pointed to a large building just two streets away. Yuu had never run so much in his life.
He was supposed to be taking notes on the Laws of Thermodynamics, but Yesung instead was practicing his Kanji writing. Even now he still couldn't remember how many strokes this character and that character had. Learning this shit was just so troublesome, and even now he still didn't miss it. He did all that work to get his visa revoked. Brilliant, Kim Jongwoon. Just brilliant.
A frustrated sigh left him at the same time the guy sitting beside him groaned over the equation he had been trying to solve for the last ten minutes. Yes, Kanji was just about as difficult as solving for the infinitesimal increase in internal energy of a system. It was even more frustrating when he could only remember one character. Just one.
"Yuu."
Sidling through the main gates, Yuu pondered whether to go to the administrative office and ask for Yesung there. But that was stupid since they’d probably make him wait until the end of the day to see him since he wasn’t family. So fuck that, Yuu thought as he marched to the side of the school. Peeking around, he saw large double doors leading into the boy’s locker room, well into the only locker room.
No one was about so he drew the hood of his jacket up over his black hair and snuck inside. The smell of sweat and dirty socks was overwhelming. But that wasn’t important. He had to find Yesung and tell him... what was he going to tell him? Hadn’t he written down a speech that didn’t make him look like an ass? Oh right, the twins had eaten it. Slipping out of that area, Yuu quietly made his way through until he found himself face to face with a large hallway full of doors. Behind each door was a classroom, and he would have to check every single room for Yesung.
Taking a deep breath, Yuu knocked on the door of the first one on his right and looked inside.
Saying that name out loud called the teacher's attention, and Yesung had to make this lame excuse that 'Yuu' was a Japanese curse, an expression of frustration and discontent. Though in his case, it wasn't entirely just an excuse, because there was some truth in it. Just some. "It's become a habit," he told his teacher. "Sorry to distract everyone, I'll shut up now."
He looked toward his desk again, and frowned at the only character that survived his angry eraser marks. "Yuu," he repeated. "This really is difficult."
All heads turned to him immediately. He gave the confused teacher an apologetic look and quickly scanned the room. There was no boy that looked remotely like Yesung. With a heavy sigh, Yuu closed the door and faced the one opposite. From within he could hear noises and the teacher trying to bring calm. He could check that one out without getting caught.
Slowly turning the handle, Yuu pulled the door open enough to create a small gap which he could peek through. Boys everywhere were messing around trying to create the best chemical formula. It was pretty loud for a science class, still no Yesung. For the next few minutes Yuu tried two other classrooms that disappointedly did not harbor the Korean boy with the messy hair and cat like eyes.
Frustration was slowly building inside and Yuu was about to explode at any moment. If the next classroom didn’t have Yesung in it, he was going to tear this place up.
The guy beside him was now grunting over his third equation, while Yesung still couldn't remember any other Kanji character other than the name of the friend he left. Memories of the day he left started playing in his head. The last he saw of Yuu was his stupid pale face just staring and not saying anything. Of course he couldn't say a word; the guy's parents were there. But Yesung got every single wordless message. Every single one. That dimwit Yuu most likely didn't know that, of course. He was probably even blaming himself. It was just like him to give himself too much credit.
Yesung sighed. He knew that he was even more at fault for not saying anything either.
One more time, he wrote Yuu's name on his notebook. It was the name of a bad habit, a happy memory, and his every other thought.
No Yesung. No fucking Yesung. No- Yuu couldn’t even begin to think of harbouring all that frustration. What was wrong with him? What the fuck was- Why couldn’t he have said something? Like, ‘Yes, dad, I believe he is checking me out. As a matter of fact, I happen to have a huge crush on the guy, problem?’ But no, oh no. He just had to shake his head innocently and let Yesung leave him like that. Just what the hell had he been playing at with not telling Yuu that he was leaving? Did the night before not matter to him?
Too many questions were beginning to drive him insane. The next classroom he encountered he didn’t even bother knocking politely. His fist collided with the wood so hard he could’ve broken his wrist. Flinging the door open, he stalked in and peered around with dangerous narrowed eyes. Still no Yesung. The next class room he practically kicked the door open and still no Yesung. Wherever Yuu went, he made noise, he caused havoc and teachers were putting out complaints at the disruption. But he wouldn’t stop, not until he saw those eyes.
Looking out the window, Yesung searched the clouds for a romaji chart, just because it seemed like a logical idea to try to find it there. He turned toward the board again only when he heard the teacher call his name and berate him for daydreaming in the middle of a class activity.
"This is just how I think, Sir. Sorry," he said, struggling not to gag at his pathetic excuse and at his teacher's problems with his mannerisms. He rolled his eyes when the elder turned around. "Jeez, old man, calm your tits," he grumbled as he busied himself with his notes again, back to re-learning how to write Romaji. He vaguely heard another guy in his class mention some Japanese Neanderthal rampaging in the hallway when he wrote his first word.
"Sorry."
Yuu swore that once he got his hands on that boy he would strangle the lame excuses right out of him, because there had to be a fucking good reason for leaving him like that. By now, students and teachers alike were peering out of classrooms concerned. He probably did look like a terrorist, his hood still on and a murderous look on his face. Yanking the hood off, he tried the fourth last classroom in that fucking long hallway.
The door slammed open and he stalked in. And right back in the very fifth row, his forehead almost glued to the window, was the boy Yuu had flown all the way over to find. The amount of relief and sheer happiness at seeing him was almost overwhelming. Yuu swayed in his spot and cleared his throat. It seemed like Yesung was the only one who hadn’t paid any attention to the chaos Yuu had created for him.
A bomb could not have taken Yesung's mind off writing in Japanese. In that man's language. He had to chuckle softly to himself. Maybe he was doing this, so desperately trying to remember Japanese, so he wouldn't forget his conversations with Yuu. So he wouldn't forget everything the man had ever told him - the stupid words, the absolutely retarded remarks, and the most heartwarming messages anyone had ever given him.
He finally bothered to look away from the window when the student sitting beside him yelled his name. It happened like a dance sequence - Boy One tapped Boy Two's shoulder and pointed at the classroom door; Boy Two looked at the door, widened his eyes, and dropped his jaw. Part of him wished his teacher would scold him again for daydreaming, because he honestly wasn't trying this time. But no, this wasn't his imagination. There were many faces, many bodies moving to block his view, but he definitely saw him. Standing by the door of the classroom was a Japanese curse. His expression for frustration and discontent.
His happy memory and every other thought.
"Get the hell out of my way!" He quickly got on his feet and shoved at shoulders and heads and pretty much whatever blocked his path, and squeezed through the crowd. Once there was no one, absolutely no one in his way, his mind began to calibrate his aim for the man's jaw. Before he could clench his fists however, his arms threw themselves around the other man's neck, and words - Japanese words - spilled out of his mouth.
"You... fucking idiot..."
Yuu was literally trembling as he caught that loved body and held it close to him. This was real; it wasn’t a dream or a what-if. This was fucking real. It was Yesung’s arms wrapped around him like a vice, it was his mellow voice murmuring into his ear. It was everything Yuu had been missing and longing to have back. Yesung was everything to him. He was worth all of this and a whole lot more.
“You...” He trailed off when he realized that he really needed that speech he’d spent a good week on. Just my fucking luck to fall in love with someone so retarded, Yuu thought to himself, not even realizing that he’d said it loud enough for Yesung to hear. The raging need to pay him back for all the pain caused was still there, but Yuu could forgive and forget if only Yesung didn’t escape him again. As if the thought truly frightened him, Yuu tightened his grip on the brunette, burying his face in the other’s neck. He inhaled the scent of soap and fabric softener and let it all out in a shuddering breath. He had come this close to losing everything because of his stupid pride. Hopefully he wasn’t stupid enough to do it a second time.
Yuu's words seared through Yesung's chest. Of course he had always known, but it was always different to hear it from the horse's... the damn imbecile's mouth. The effect of hearing it said in Yuu's voice, in his ridiculous Kansai accent that made Japanese pronunciation even more confusing, was so profound that it nearly brought Yesung to tears. And it never failed. For all the times their pride let both of them down, the comfort of Yuu's nearness and his approval, no matter how idiotic Yuu said it, never failed to make the world right again.
"Not my fault you're incompetent," he mumbled against Yuu's shoulder, not paying heed to the pairs and pairs of eyes gaping at them. "And that you're a fucking slut for attention, constantly causing trouble to try to prove something," he added while he slowly cupped his hands on Yuu's cheeks and smiled at the other man. "When all you've proven is that I can't get you out of my mind."
At that moment as Yesung smiled up at him, Yuu felt a million good things start up in his system. It was like a scene from My Little Pony going on re-run in his head. And he didn’t complain as he swept back the messy hair he really, really liked.
“I’m going to say something, just quickly before I get thrown out. So you better pay attention,” he said quietly to the other, as if they were in their own world, blind to the stares and awkward shifting from everyone surrounding them.
Brushing his lips across the spot beneath Yesung’s eye, Yuu tightened his hold. “I’m not going to pretend I understand why you didn’t tell me you were leaving. But I want you to know that... even though we haven’t known each other for very long and I don’t know you extremely well, I know some part of you, some really annoying part of you. And that part is enough to know that you mean the world to me. I have literally flown here to see you again.” Fucking appreciate it. “I’ve missed you and... and if you can’t come back, then I’ll be happy just knowing that you’re on the same road as me.”
Eyes still on Yuu, Yesung bit his lip. No more excuses this time. It was stupid, but he had to tell the man the truth. "You know how you Japanese are so anal about 'mata ne' and 'sayonara?'" He started, fighting the urge to look toward the floor, keeping his gaze fixed onto Yuu. "I didn't know which one of those two to tell you. I mean, well, I did know I was never going to see you again. I knew which one was more appropriate."
Yesung paused to take a deep breath, pushing back the heart that threatened to jump out of his throat. "I knew. I just didn't want to accept it."
The crack in his heart that had been waiting for a month to materialize finally did. The boy's usually smooth voice suddenly sounded broken. Pained. "Because it's with you I feel safe. You're my home." Ignoring the heavy heartbeats that plucked at his vocal cords, Yesung kept speaking. No way he was going to shut up. Not anymore. "I know I suck, and if you laugh if I get this wrong, I'm gonna kick your ass."
One more time, Yesung smiled at Yuu. Even though Yuu had flown here to see him, it felt like he was the one coming home from a long journey.
"Tadaima."
Rolling his eyes, Yuu snorted. “I’m so sorry us Japanese have a fucked up language system. But seriously...” He could hear the rushing of footsteps and he knew his time was up. Most likely the principle of the school had alerted security or something. “I’m sorry I didn’t fight to keep you at home with me. Life has been lonely without you.”
A bunch of angry old men were sidling in through the crowd, hands already clutching Yuu’s shoulders and he felt Yesung’s touch leaving him as he was pulled back a couple of steps. He was about to obediently go with them when he had the sudden urge to feel the brunette one more time, just in case he were to disappear.
One more hug and “I’ll wait for you.” Yuu was ready to go. When asked what his problem was, he simply told the men he had been looking for his boyfriend. The first time Yuu admitted his fall from straight grace and he couldn’t be happier.
Yesung nodded, taking in Yuu's words with all his might, and struggling to accept that the other boy had to go when he heard security personnel coming to collect the Japanese dissident. Just like when they last parted, they quietly just stood and watched the distance between them grow. The failure that was Kim Jongwoon was yet again passively just letting sadness creep up to him and swallow him whole.
Then Yuu fought.
The scene played fast - Yuu breaking away from the guards' hands, Yuu running to him, and then something drawing him into a pit of despair. Or a blanket of comfort. He couldn't tell anymore. Then again, with Yuu, he never really could. All he knew was that it was within Yuu's presence, and he liked being there. Fortunately, his arms were smarter than he was at the moment, said limbs already having wrapped themselves around Yuu's neck to let the man be close enough for him to whisper to Yesung one last time.
They also bought Yesung enough time to respond. "You better be."
Yuu then turned around, and went with the guards like the good boy that he actually wasn't. Silently, Yesung watched Yuu disappear from his view once more. Except this time, the feeling of letting go wasn't there. Right now he had to hold on. It was a bitch, but hey, so was learning Japanese.
This time, Yesung watched Yuu depart with a smile. "Wait for me."
A/N: I have to emphasize this. This is not by any means an update to Three Cheers. This is just a random scenario. THIS IS NOT PART OF THE STORY'S PLOT. Sorry for confusing you guys.
Also, Ron plays Yuu, and I play Yesung.
Chapters: N/A
Authors: ronnieshade (with konicoffee joining in for this chapter)
Genre: AU, Romance, Humor, Angst, Friendship, High school
Disclaimer: We don't own the people who inspired the characters, and ronnieshade owns the story.
Warnings: Cursing, sexual situations, some form of het, random mind-set
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/x
Band/s: the GazettE, more
Synopsis: What do you get when the world revolves around a group of friends on a mission to make it the best damn last year of High school ever in the history of awesomeness? They dare you to find out.
Comments: So here's the special chapter/oneshot that was mentioned in the last update of Three Cheers. Sorry it took forever to post. Anyways, this is a random 'what-if' scenario Ron and I thought of, and we roleplayed it to see how it worked out. Best enjoyed if you've read all of the chapters of Three Cheers thus far. We hope you like it.
One. // Two. // Three. // Four. // Five. // Six. // Seven. // Eight. // Nine. // Ten. // Eleven. // Twelve. // Thirteen. // Fourteen.// Fifteen. // Sixteen. // SeventeenA. // SeventeenB. // Eighteen. // Nineteen. // Twenty. // Twenty-One.
Letting a quiet sigh escape him, Yesung stared at a blank space in front of the classroom from his seat on the fifth row, right beside the window. He knew he could read the Hangul on the board - understand it even. Despite that, he couldn't make sense out of any of the words. The characters looked, felt foreign. It was very much like when he first attempted to learn Romaji. Those damn Japanese characters. That damn Japanese school. That damn Japanese boy.
Gaze drifting toward the window, Yesung searched for the end of the sky and wondered how Yuu was doing at the moment.
The thin piece of paper shook in his hand as Yuu cautiously glanced around. He was fucked. It was just outside the city, he knew that much. But where the fuck outside the city was it? He couldn’t even ask anyone since no one knew any Japanese and he made the stupid mistake of not bothering to bring with him a Korean Language book. When Kouyou said he was an idiot for trying, he wasn’t kidding.
“Where the fuck is this place?!” He all but shouted in the midst of the busy walkway. He scanned all the signs in the vicinity, hoping to find the Korean characters that matched the ones he’d struggled to copy from the internet. Lo’ and behold a sign identical to the one on his paper was tucked just behind a bank. Shoulders slumping in relief, Yuu ran to the sign, ecstatic to find that it pointed to a large building just two streets away. Yuu had never run so much in his life.
He was supposed to be taking notes on the Laws of Thermodynamics, but Yesung instead was practicing his Kanji writing. Even now he still couldn't remember how many strokes this character and that character had. Learning this shit was just so troublesome, and even now he still didn't miss it. He did all that work to get his visa revoked. Brilliant, Kim Jongwoon. Just brilliant.
A frustrated sigh left him at the same time the guy sitting beside him groaned over the equation he had been trying to solve for the last ten minutes. Yes, Kanji was just about as difficult as solving for the infinitesimal increase in internal energy of a system. It was even more frustrating when he could only remember one character. Just one.
"Yuu."
Sidling through the main gates, Yuu pondered whether to go to the administrative office and ask for Yesung there. But that was stupid since they’d probably make him wait until the end of the day to see him since he wasn’t family. So fuck that, Yuu thought as he marched to the side of the school. Peeking around, he saw large double doors leading into the boy’s locker room, well into the only locker room.
No one was about so he drew the hood of his jacket up over his black hair and snuck inside. The smell of sweat and dirty socks was overwhelming. But that wasn’t important. He had to find Yesung and tell him... what was he going to tell him? Hadn’t he written down a speech that didn’t make him look like an ass? Oh right, the twins had eaten it. Slipping out of that area, Yuu quietly made his way through until he found himself face to face with a large hallway full of doors. Behind each door was a classroom, and he would have to check every single room for Yesung.
Taking a deep breath, Yuu knocked on the door of the first one on his right and looked inside.
Saying that name out loud called the teacher's attention, and Yesung had to make this lame excuse that 'Yuu' was a Japanese curse, an expression of frustration and discontent. Though in his case, it wasn't entirely just an excuse, because there was some truth in it. Just some. "It's become a habit," he told his teacher. "Sorry to distract everyone, I'll shut up now."
He looked toward his desk again, and frowned at the only character that survived his angry eraser marks. "Yuu," he repeated. "This really is difficult."
All heads turned to him immediately. He gave the confused teacher an apologetic look and quickly scanned the room. There was no boy that looked remotely like Yesung. With a heavy sigh, Yuu closed the door and faced the one opposite. From within he could hear noises and the teacher trying to bring calm. He could check that one out without getting caught.
Slowly turning the handle, Yuu pulled the door open enough to create a small gap which he could peek through. Boys everywhere were messing around trying to create the best chemical formula. It was pretty loud for a science class, still no Yesung. For the next few minutes Yuu tried two other classrooms that disappointedly did not harbor the Korean boy with the messy hair and cat like eyes.
Frustration was slowly building inside and Yuu was about to explode at any moment. If the next classroom didn’t have Yesung in it, he was going to tear this place up.
The guy beside him was now grunting over his third equation, while Yesung still couldn't remember any other Kanji character other than the name of the friend he left. Memories of the day he left started playing in his head. The last he saw of Yuu was his stupid pale face just staring and not saying anything. Of course he couldn't say a word; the guy's parents were there. But Yesung got every single wordless message. Every single one. That dimwit Yuu most likely didn't know that, of course. He was probably even blaming himself. It was just like him to give himself too much credit.
Yesung sighed. He knew that he was even more at fault for not saying anything either.
One more time, he wrote Yuu's name on his notebook. It was the name of a bad habit, a happy memory, and his every other thought.
No Yesung. No fucking Yesung. No- Yuu couldn’t even begin to think of harbouring all that frustration. What was wrong with him? What the fuck was- Why couldn’t he have said something? Like, ‘Yes, dad, I believe he is checking me out. As a matter of fact, I happen to have a huge crush on the guy, problem?’ But no, oh no. He just had to shake his head innocently and let Yesung leave him like that. Just what the hell had he been playing at with not telling Yuu that he was leaving? Did the night before not matter to him?
Too many questions were beginning to drive him insane. The next classroom he encountered he didn’t even bother knocking politely. His fist collided with the wood so hard he could’ve broken his wrist. Flinging the door open, he stalked in and peered around with dangerous narrowed eyes. Still no Yesung. The next class room he practically kicked the door open and still no Yesung. Wherever Yuu went, he made noise, he caused havoc and teachers were putting out complaints at the disruption. But he wouldn’t stop, not until he saw those eyes.
Looking out the window, Yesung searched the clouds for a romaji chart, just because it seemed like a logical idea to try to find it there. He turned toward the board again only when he heard the teacher call his name and berate him for daydreaming in the middle of a class activity.
"This is just how I think, Sir. Sorry," he said, struggling not to gag at his pathetic excuse and at his teacher's problems with his mannerisms. He rolled his eyes when the elder turned around. "Jeez, old man, calm your tits," he grumbled as he busied himself with his notes again, back to re-learning how to write Romaji. He vaguely heard another guy in his class mention some Japanese Neanderthal rampaging in the hallway when he wrote his first word.
"Sorry."
Yuu swore that once he got his hands on that boy he would strangle the lame excuses right out of him, because there had to be a fucking good reason for leaving him like that. By now, students and teachers alike were peering out of classrooms concerned. He probably did look like a terrorist, his hood still on and a murderous look on his face. Yanking the hood off, he tried the fourth last classroom in that fucking long hallway.
The door slammed open and he stalked in. And right back in the very fifth row, his forehead almost glued to the window, was the boy Yuu had flown all the way over to find. The amount of relief and sheer happiness at seeing him was almost overwhelming. Yuu swayed in his spot and cleared his throat. It seemed like Yesung was the only one who hadn’t paid any attention to the chaos Yuu had created for him.
A bomb could not have taken Yesung's mind off writing in Japanese. In that man's language. He had to chuckle softly to himself. Maybe he was doing this, so desperately trying to remember Japanese, so he wouldn't forget his conversations with Yuu. So he wouldn't forget everything the man had ever told him - the stupid words, the absolutely retarded remarks, and the most heartwarming messages anyone had ever given him.
He finally bothered to look away from the window when the student sitting beside him yelled his name. It happened like a dance sequence - Boy One tapped Boy Two's shoulder and pointed at the classroom door; Boy Two looked at the door, widened his eyes, and dropped his jaw. Part of him wished his teacher would scold him again for daydreaming, because he honestly wasn't trying this time. But no, this wasn't his imagination. There were many faces, many bodies moving to block his view, but he definitely saw him. Standing by the door of the classroom was a Japanese curse. His expression for frustration and discontent.
His happy memory and every other thought.
"Get the hell out of my way!" He quickly got on his feet and shoved at shoulders and heads and pretty much whatever blocked his path, and squeezed through the crowd. Once there was no one, absolutely no one in his way, his mind began to calibrate his aim for the man's jaw. Before he could clench his fists however, his arms threw themselves around the other man's neck, and words - Japanese words - spilled out of his mouth.
"You... fucking idiot..."
Yuu was literally trembling as he caught that loved body and held it close to him. This was real; it wasn’t a dream or a what-if. This was fucking real. It was Yesung’s arms wrapped around him like a vice, it was his mellow voice murmuring into his ear. It was everything Yuu had been missing and longing to have back. Yesung was everything to him. He was worth all of this and a whole lot more.
“You...” He trailed off when he realized that he really needed that speech he’d spent a good week on. Just my fucking luck to fall in love with someone so retarded, Yuu thought to himself, not even realizing that he’d said it loud enough for Yesung to hear. The raging need to pay him back for all the pain caused was still there, but Yuu could forgive and forget if only Yesung didn’t escape him again. As if the thought truly frightened him, Yuu tightened his grip on the brunette, burying his face in the other’s neck. He inhaled the scent of soap and fabric softener and let it all out in a shuddering breath. He had come this close to losing everything because of his stupid pride. Hopefully he wasn’t stupid enough to do it a second time.
Yuu's words seared through Yesung's chest. Of course he had always known, but it was always different to hear it from the horse's... the damn imbecile's mouth. The effect of hearing it said in Yuu's voice, in his ridiculous Kansai accent that made Japanese pronunciation even more confusing, was so profound that it nearly brought Yesung to tears. And it never failed. For all the times their pride let both of them down, the comfort of Yuu's nearness and his approval, no matter how idiotic Yuu said it, never failed to make the world right again.
"Not my fault you're incompetent," he mumbled against Yuu's shoulder, not paying heed to the pairs and pairs of eyes gaping at them. "And that you're a fucking slut for attention, constantly causing trouble to try to prove something," he added while he slowly cupped his hands on Yuu's cheeks and smiled at the other man. "When all you've proven is that I can't get you out of my mind."
At that moment as Yesung smiled up at him, Yuu felt a million good things start up in his system. It was like a scene from My Little Pony going on re-run in his head. And he didn’t complain as he swept back the messy hair he really, really liked.
“I’m going to say something, just quickly before I get thrown out. So you better pay attention,” he said quietly to the other, as if they were in their own world, blind to the stares and awkward shifting from everyone surrounding them.
Brushing his lips across the spot beneath Yesung’s eye, Yuu tightened his hold. “I’m not going to pretend I understand why you didn’t tell me you were leaving. But I want you to know that... even though we haven’t known each other for very long and I don’t know you extremely well, I know some part of you, some really annoying part of you. And that part is enough to know that you mean the world to me. I have literally flown here to see you again.” Fucking appreciate it. “I’ve missed you and... and if you can’t come back, then I’ll be happy just knowing that you’re on the same road as me.”
Eyes still on Yuu, Yesung bit his lip. No more excuses this time. It was stupid, but he had to tell the man the truth. "You know how you Japanese are so anal about 'mata ne' and 'sayonara?'" He started, fighting the urge to look toward the floor, keeping his gaze fixed onto Yuu. "I didn't know which one of those two to tell you. I mean, well, I did know I was never going to see you again. I knew which one was more appropriate."
Yesung paused to take a deep breath, pushing back the heart that threatened to jump out of his throat. "I knew. I just didn't want to accept it."
The crack in his heart that had been waiting for a month to materialize finally did. The boy's usually smooth voice suddenly sounded broken. Pained. "Because it's with you I feel safe. You're my home." Ignoring the heavy heartbeats that plucked at his vocal cords, Yesung kept speaking. No way he was going to shut up. Not anymore. "I know I suck, and if you laugh if I get this wrong, I'm gonna kick your ass."
One more time, Yesung smiled at Yuu. Even though Yuu had flown here to see him, it felt like he was the one coming home from a long journey.
"Tadaima."
Rolling his eyes, Yuu snorted. “I’m so sorry us Japanese have a fucked up language system. But seriously...” He could hear the rushing of footsteps and he knew his time was up. Most likely the principle of the school had alerted security or something. “I’m sorry I didn’t fight to keep you at home with me. Life has been lonely without you.”
A bunch of angry old men were sidling in through the crowd, hands already clutching Yuu’s shoulders and he felt Yesung’s touch leaving him as he was pulled back a couple of steps. He was about to obediently go with them when he had the sudden urge to feel the brunette one more time, just in case he were to disappear.
One more hug and “I’ll wait for you.” Yuu was ready to go. When asked what his problem was, he simply told the men he had been looking for his boyfriend. The first time Yuu admitted his fall from straight grace and he couldn’t be happier.
Yesung nodded, taking in Yuu's words with all his might, and struggling to accept that the other boy had to go when he heard security personnel coming to collect the Japanese dissident. Just like when they last parted, they quietly just stood and watched the distance between them grow. The failure that was Kim Jongwoon was yet again passively just letting sadness creep up to him and swallow him whole.
Then Yuu fought.
The scene played fast - Yuu breaking away from the guards' hands, Yuu running to him, and then something drawing him into a pit of despair. Or a blanket of comfort. He couldn't tell anymore. Then again, with Yuu, he never really could. All he knew was that it was within Yuu's presence, and he liked being there. Fortunately, his arms were smarter than he was at the moment, said limbs already having wrapped themselves around Yuu's neck to let the man be close enough for him to whisper to Yesung one last time.
They also bought Yesung enough time to respond. "You better be."
Yuu then turned around, and went with the guards like the good boy that he actually wasn't. Silently, Yesung watched Yuu disappear from his view once more. Except this time, the feeling of letting go wasn't there. Right now he had to hold on. It was a bitch, but hey, so was learning Japanese.
This time, Yesung watched Yuu depart with a smile. "Wait for me."
A/N: I have to emphasize this. This is not by any means an update to Three Cheers. This is just a random scenario. THIS IS NOT PART OF THE STORY'S PLOT. Sorry for confusing you guys.
Also, Ron plays Yuu, and I play Yesung.