Avoiding Mirrors; (C11)
Chap 11; Ghost.
JaeJoong &Yunho
Drama, Romance, Psychological
Summary: Yunho is a Psychoanalyst and JaeJoong is his patient. Can Yunho handle JaeJoong, better yet can he handle himself?
a/n; after 2 years, I'm back darlings. I'm truly sorry for the wait ♥
Chapter '11; Ghost
i.
Yunho was awakened by the sound of footsteps, followed by his front door opening and closing, "Who - who is it?" he called out - one eye slowly opening "Junsu?"
Silence greeted him as he realized where he was. He was back home now, back home from a failed trip to Las Vegas in search for JaeJoong. "Shit," Yunho whispered under his breath, "It must have been a dream."
He found himself staring up at the ceiling, one hand pressed against the side of his head as his heart hammered audibly in his chest. Sunlight had poured through the curtains of Yunho's bedroom window causing slits of sun to dance on the walls of his bedroom. Slowly, he turned his head to face his digital clock, "It's nine already?" Yunho groaned, examining the space around him.
His room was just as he left it the night before. His luggage's at the foot of his bed and his plane tickets scattered on the floor. Yunho had just come back home from Las Vegas the night before. Exhausted from his travels, he had gone back to his apartment and went straight into bed, not bothering to change into more comfortable clothing.
His eyes then strayed to his bedroom door. It was wide open, revealing an empty hallway leading to the living room. His eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. Slowly, Yunho got up from his bed and walked to his door, grabbed the doorknob and gripped it tightly.
"I closed this," he whispered to himself, "didn't I?
Someone was here
JaeJoong
Someone -
JaeJoong
Yunho walked around his apartment, his eyes scanning for any indifference. He sighed at the realization there was none, and walked into the kitchen. He pressed his hands against the counter as he scanned his apartment one last time. This time, memories of JaeJoong flooded his mind, and he found himself trying to remember the last words he ever said to him.
"Was it, I'm sorry?" Yunho asked himself. Mindlessly, he shook his head and grabbed a black mug out of his cupboard and realized a thin layer of dust had formed at the bottom of the mug, "shit."
Quickly, he turned his body to the sink. There, he found one red mug with a white letter J in the sink - JaeJoong's mug. Yunho hesitated as he reached for the single mug.
"How -" Yunho whispered again as he grabbed the mug and cupped it between his palms. The mug had been half empty, still warm with green tea and a lemon slice, "JaeJoong - you."
Within a second, Yunho was out the door, running down the hall, getting into the elevator and running the streets of Seoul - his eyes darting in all directions as regret filled his insides. "Why didn't I get up faster!" he screamed at himself.
You were scared
Why would I be
You were scared to see him again
...
ii.
"He's back in Seoul," Yunho said, a soft smile forming on his lips, "and he came to see me."
He clapped his hands onto the tiles of his shower stall as he took a shower in a hurried state. Excitement and worry plagued him - he wanted to see him, he searched for so long, - and yet if he couldn't find him. Did it mean it was time for him to stop looking - that it was time for him to let JaeJoong go.
Yunho inspected his appearance in the bathroom's glass mirror, "Shit, Yunho," he sighed. Age had not caught up to him as he expected it would have due to his many sleepless nights and work, but he looked exhausted, and that wasn't a handsome sight. A sight that he didn't want to face JaeJoong with - but Yunho was out on the streets again within fifteen minutes after his shower in search for JaeJoong.
"Where do I start?" He sighed. In the months after Bae's death, JaeJoong left his company and disappeared. His fans had formed search teams to find their hiding celebrity, and every now and then there would be a picture here and there informing fans that he was still alive and doing well, until it just stopped altogether. Like a ghost, JaeJoong just vanished and life went on.
"Hey," a man's voice called out to him.
"Hey," Yunho responded politely, "I'm guessing you know, Changmin." He walked up to the man who leaned against the hood of Yunho's car - arms crossed.
"Not really," Changmin slightly mocked, "I guess that is why I'm here."
"He is back in Seoul. I think he visited my home," Yunho replied, and Changmin nodded. "You - don't know where he is do you?"
"I wouldn't be here if I knew Yunho," Changmin said softly, "well, I just - wanted to know if your search was successful." He stood up straight and began to walk away from Yunho, and without turning back to bid Yunho goodbye, Changmin said, "please visit me when you find him. I miss him."
"I will- " Yunho replied softly, the ringing of his cellphone cutting him off, "Hello?"
"Hello Dr. Jung." A female voice responded, "welcome back to Seoul. I just wanted to remind you that you have a patient coming in today at twelve."
Yunho shook his head in disbelief, "Can you cancel it please, Ms. Song? Reschedule it for another day."
"I'm sorry Dr. Jung. But canceling would be impossible, it is quite urgent." His secretary objected firmly and Yunho pursed his lips in contemplation.
"Yes, I understand. I'll be there." Yunho answered defeatedly and hung up. Slamming his fist onto the hood of his car, he swore. He didn't have time to worry about his patients. He needed to find JaeJoong as fast as possible. Looking at his watch, he saw that he had an hour to search the city for JaeJoong.
iii.
Yunho was late.
"Ms. Song, has my patient arrived?" Yunho asked his secretary, "I walked passed the waiting room and no one was there yet."
"I suppose not," she responded with a half-smile, "I was gone for five minutes though. Possibly he went out for some air."
Yunho nodded and walked to his office. He took the key to his office out of his pocket and grasped the door handle, and realized his door was unlocked. "I could have sworn I locked this," he said in disbelief as he turned the handle, slightly opening the door.
"You're late" A soft airy voice called out to him.
Yunho snapped his head up toward the unexpected voice, "JaeJoong."
//
Hello darlings, it really had been too long. To be quite honest, this chapter didn't flow out of me like all the other chapters. I was stuck most of the time, & the emotions felt dry. For some reason, I'm having trouble & I guess it is because I haven't written in 2 years - nothing but essays, so all I have in my mind are transition words! & it is driving me insane. Please bear with me & I'm truly sorry for the wait, & I hope you all will forgive me. Because I'm truly flattered I still get comments from you guys despite me lack of activity. Thank you so much & I hope to update asap ♥.
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JaeJoong &Yunho
Drama, Romance, Psychological
Summary: Yunho is a Psychoanalyst and JaeJoong is his patient. Can Yunho handle JaeJoong, better yet can he handle himself?
a/n; after 2 years, I'm back darlings. I'm truly sorry for the wait ♥
Chapter '11; Ghost
i.
Yunho was awakened by the sound of footsteps, followed by his front door opening and closing, "Who - who is it?" he called out - one eye slowly opening "Junsu?"
Silence greeted him as he realized where he was. He was back home now, back home from a failed trip to Las Vegas in search for JaeJoong. "Shit," Yunho whispered under his breath, "It must have been a dream."
He found himself staring up at the ceiling, one hand pressed against the side of his head as his heart hammered audibly in his chest. Sunlight had poured through the curtains of Yunho's bedroom window causing slits of sun to dance on the walls of his bedroom. Slowly, he turned his head to face his digital clock, "It's nine already?" Yunho groaned, examining the space around him.
His room was just as he left it the night before. His luggage's at the foot of his bed and his plane tickets scattered on the floor. Yunho had just come back home from Las Vegas the night before. Exhausted from his travels, he had gone back to his apartment and went straight into bed, not bothering to change into more comfortable clothing.
His eyes then strayed to his bedroom door. It was wide open, revealing an empty hallway leading to the living room. His eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. Slowly, Yunho got up from his bed and walked to his door, grabbed the doorknob and gripped it tightly.
"I closed this," he whispered to himself, "didn't I?
Someone was here
JaeJoong
Someone -
JaeJoong
Yunho walked around his apartment, his eyes scanning for any indifference. He sighed at the realization there was none, and walked into the kitchen. He pressed his hands against the counter as he scanned his apartment one last time. This time, memories of JaeJoong flooded his mind, and he found himself trying to remember the last words he ever said to him.
"Was it, I'm sorry?" Yunho asked himself. Mindlessly, he shook his head and grabbed a black mug out of his cupboard and realized a thin layer of dust had formed at the bottom of the mug, "shit."
Quickly, he turned his body to the sink. There, he found one red mug with a white letter J in the sink - JaeJoong's mug. Yunho hesitated as he reached for the single mug.
"How -" Yunho whispered again as he grabbed the mug and cupped it between his palms. The mug had been half empty, still warm with green tea and a lemon slice, "JaeJoong - you."
Within a second, Yunho was out the door, running down the hall, getting into the elevator and running the streets of Seoul - his eyes darting in all directions as regret filled his insides. "Why didn't I get up faster!" he screamed at himself.
You were scared
Why would I be
You were scared to see him again
...
ii.
"He's back in Seoul," Yunho said, a soft smile forming on his lips, "and he came to see me."
He clapped his hands onto the tiles of his shower stall as he took a shower in a hurried state. Excitement and worry plagued him - he wanted to see him, he searched for so long, - and yet if he couldn't find him. Did it mean it was time for him to stop looking - that it was time for him to let JaeJoong go.
Yunho inspected his appearance in the bathroom's glass mirror, "Shit, Yunho," he sighed. Age had not caught up to him as he expected it would have due to his many sleepless nights and work, but he looked exhausted, and that wasn't a handsome sight. A sight that he didn't want to face JaeJoong with - but Yunho was out on the streets again within fifteen minutes after his shower in search for JaeJoong.
"Where do I start?" He sighed. In the months after Bae's death, JaeJoong left his company and disappeared. His fans had formed search teams to find their hiding celebrity, and every now and then there would be a picture here and there informing fans that he was still alive and doing well, until it just stopped altogether. Like a ghost, JaeJoong just vanished and life went on.
"Hey," a man's voice called out to him.
"Hey," Yunho responded politely, "I'm guessing you know, Changmin." He walked up to the man who leaned against the hood of Yunho's car - arms crossed.
"Not really," Changmin slightly mocked, "I guess that is why I'm here."
"He is back in Seoul. I think he visited my home," Yunho replied, and Changmin nodded. "You - don't know where he is do you?"
"I wouldn't be here if I knew Yunho," Changmin said softly, "well, I just - wanted to know if your search was successful." He stood up straight and began to walk away from Yunho, and without turning back to bid Yunho goodbye, Changmin said, "please visit me when you find him. I miss him."
"I will- " Yunho replied softly, the ringing of his cellphone cutting him off, "Hello?"
"Hello Dr. Jung." A female voice responded, "welcome back to Seoul. I just wanted to remind you that you have a patient coming in today at twelve."
Yunho shook his head in disbelief, "Can you cancel it please, Ms. Song? Reschedule it for another day."
"I'm sorry Dr. Jung. But canceling would be impossible, it is quite urgent." His secretary objected firmly and Yunho pursed his lips in contemplation.
"Yes, I understand. I'll be there." Yunho answered defeatedly and hung up. Slamming his fist onto the hood of his car, he swore. He didn't have time to worry about his patients. He needed to find JaeJoong as fast as possible. Looking at his watch, he saw that he had an hour to search the city for JaeJoong.
iii.
Yunho was late.
"Ms. Song, has my patient arrived?" Yunho asked his secretary, "I walked passed the waiting room and no one was there yet."
"I suppose not," she responded with a half-smile, "I was gone for five minutes though. Possibly he went out for some air."
Yunho nodded and walked to his office. He took the key to his office out of his pocket and grasped the door handle, and realized his door was unlocked. "I could have sworn I locked this," he said in disbelief as he turned the handle, slightly opening the door.
"You're late" A soft airy voice called out to him.
Yunho snapped his head up toward the unexpected voice, "JaeJoong."
//
Hello darlings, it really had been too long. To be quite honest, this chapter didn't flow out of me like all the other chapters. I was stuck most of the time, & the emotions felt dry. For some reason, I'm having trouble & I guess it is because I haven't written in 2 years - nothing but essays, so all I have in my mind are transition words! & it is driving me insane. Please bear with me & I'm truly sorry for the wait, & I hope you all will forgive me. Because I'm truly flattered I still get comments from you guys despite me lack of activity. Thank you so much & I hope to update asap ♥.
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