If You Want To Be Free
Title: If You Want To Be Free
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Quote:
정말 자유롭고싶다면…날개는 잘라버리자…
[If you really want to be free... you have to cut off your wings...]
Credit: This is a quote from Yoochun's Twitter that I found on the famously awesome SharingYoochun.net
It was an unpleasant first encounter.
“Oof! Ya! Get off me!”
Junsu roughly pushed Yoochun off and quickly got back on his own feet. He started to dust dirt and grass off his shirt, staring down at the dazed man who was still on the ground.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you falling off tr…?” Junsu stopped talking because he recalled that they were on a soccer field. There weren’t trees around.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” Yoochun finally stood up, a hand raised to fix his messy bowl cut.
“Where did you fall from?” Junsu took a step backwards, ready to perform a measly attempt at Tae Kwon Do.
“Heaven,” Yoochun replied. “I’m an Angel.”
=-=-=
“Where’s your halo?” Junsu inquired, finally believing that Yoochun’s truth when the angel sprouted a set of beautiful wings.
“They took it away because I did something wrong.”
“What did you do?”
“Played a prank on Jaejoong and Yunho while they were on a date. They’re Angels too.”
“I thought Angels weren’t allowed to date.”
Yoochun laughed. “Correction: Angels just aren’t allowed to fall in love outside of our own kind.”
=-=-=
“How long are you here for?”
“Just until I perform five good deeds. Then I can go back,” Yoochun answered, feeling uncomfortable in the clothes that Junsu had allowed him to borrow. His white button-up shirt and white pants were in the wash because of dirt and grass stains.
“Sorry, my clothes don’t fit too well.”
“The shirt is a little tight, but the pants are very loose…especially on the butt area,” Yoochun confessed.
Junsu’s eyes turned into slits, “What are you trying to say?”
Yoochun just smiled innocently, “You have a nice butt.”
Junsu clamped his lips together so that he wouldn’t smile like an idiot. “So what’s your first task?”
“Oh, I don’t have a list. I just take things as they come along,” Yoochun informed. “We’re Angels, but like Humans, the future is still unknown to us.”
=-=-=
On the first day of his mission, Yoochun had easily accomplished two good deeds before dinner time.
On the second day, Yoochun found a third good deed. Then he’d volunteered to follow Junsu to work and couldn’t find any deeds to do in the boring office.
On the third day, Changmin had invited Junsu to their second soccer match of the week, but Junsu politely rejected. That day, he went with Yoochun to accomplish a fourth deed.
Four deeds and four days later, Junsu was itching to trap Yoochun into a bad deed so that he’d have to perform more, and more, and more, good deeds before he can leave.
It’s a horrible thought, Junsu knows. But he’s only Human. And he’d fallen in love with an Angel.
=-=-=
“I have one more good deed to perform. I’ve decided that I’ll grant you a wish since you’ve helped me so much,” Yoochun offered, easily rolling up the sleeve of his borrowed shirt.
Junsu eyed the favorite shirt that Omma had bought him for his birthday and wondered if he’d ever see Yoochun wear this shirt again.
“That will count as a good deed?” Junsu needed to verify.
“Yep! Then I can go back! I’ll even make it back in time for Jaejoong and Yunho’s wedding! They made me promise not to pull anymore pranks,” Yoochun snickered.
Angels were so forgiving. Would Yoochun forgive Junsu for falling in love with him?
“I want to be free,” Junsu wished.
Yoochun stopped snickering, noticing the seriousness of Junsu’s tone. “What do you mean?”
Junsu wasn’t sure of the answer either. So he just said, “I want to have wings like you; to fly and be free.”
I want to be an Angel so that I can be with you.
“Oh, okay,” Yoochun started to think. “Well, I can’t give you wings, but I can take you flying.”
Junsu smiled weakly and nodded.
=-=-=
The sky was dark, the stars covered by clouds.
“Are you scared?” Yoochun said.
“What?” Junsu had trouble hearing him. His ears have been a bit clogged ever since they rose above normal altitude.
Yoochun tightened his hold around Junsu’s waist and pulled the businessman closer so that his lips were inches from Junsu’s ear, “Are you scared?”
Junsu swallowed and nodded. This time, it wasn’t the altitude that muffled Yoochun’s deep voice; it was the loud thumping of Junsu’s heart.
“Are you okay? Your face is pink,” Yoochun spoke against his ear again. He was close enough that Junsu would feel Yoochun’s breath on his ear if Yoochun was a human-being who breathed and slept and ate like Junsu.
But he wasn’t like Junsu.
“There…there aren’t that many visible stars tonight,” Junsu tried to change the subject.
“Yeah, it’s dark and foggy up here, but look down. All the lights from the houses are like stars shining in the dark. And those cool cars, with their lights, are like moving stars.”
Junsu nodded, his arm tightening around Yoochun’s waist. Not because he was afraid of falling, but because he didn’t want to let go.
He’d already fallen too deep to be afraid. Fallen in love.
“And even better than stars up in the sky, there are red and blue and green ‘stars’ down on Earth. It’s really cool being Human.”
Yoochun continued to ramble and Junsu wasn’t listening. He just wrapped his other arm around Yoochun and leaned in closer, no matter the uncomfortable position. He held on tightly, allowing the Angel to believe that he was just afraid of falling.
=-=-=
Junsu woke up the next morning with tears in his eyes. The events of last night had replayed in his dreams.
After Yoochun had flown them back down to Junsu’s house…
[F.l.a.s.h.b.a.c.k]
“There goes my fifth deed!” Yoochun grinned, clapping his hands together. “I feel accomplished!”
“Do you want coffee again? Tea?” Junsu offered, not wanting Yoochun to leave.
“Nah, it’s okay…”
“I can squeeze some fresh juice from oranges,” Junsu tried.
Yoochun’s eyes widened at the sorrow and desperation he saw in Junsu’s eye. “Junsu, is something wrong?”
Junsu opened his mouth; wanting so badly to shout, ‘Don’t leave!’
“I l…”
“Junsu?” Yoochun persuaded. He raised his hand to touch Junsu’s forward, checking for any illness.
“I…”
“What is it?” Yoochun pushed.
“Leave,” Junsu breathed the word and couldn’t believe it was his own.
Yoochun blinked, his face confused and hurt. “Okay. Take care, Junsu.”
Junsu wasn’t looking at Yoochun. His head was lowered and his bangs covered his eyes.
Yoochun’s eyes were on Junsu as he walked towards the open window. His lips moved to say ‘Good-bye,’ but no words surfaced.
The snow-white wings reappeared, spreading to their full potentials and lifted Yoochun away.
Seconds after Yoochun’s disappearance, Junsu ran to the window. Moist eyes on the shrinking, white figure up in the sky, he shouted, “I love you!”
Junsu didn’t expect Yoochun to hear those words.
[E.n.d.F.l.a.s.h.b.a.c.k]
=-=-=
“Junsu? Are you okay?”
“Changmin, how long does it take to fall out of love?”
His co-worker quickly swallowed all the food in his mouth before guessing, “Never?”
Junsu sighed and poked at the slab of salmon on his plate. “Really?”
“Well, that’s what Omma said,” the grown man referenced.
Junsu sighed again, possibly the millionth time in the last two days. “Then there’s no hope.”
Changmin raised a finger to complement the light bulb that just went off in his head, “Actually, there is hope.”
Junsu’s face brightened for the first time since two days ago, “Really? What is it?”
“Well, the answer isn’t ‘never’ if that ‘love’ you’re talking about isn’t true. So if that love isn’t ‘true’ then that means you’ll fall out of love with that person when you fall in love with another person. Does that make sense?”
Junsu sighed again, and again. He rested his elbow on the table and his cheek on his fist. “Yeah, but just because it makes sense doesn’t mean it helps.”
=-=-=
“Junsu.”
“Five more minutes,” Junsu grumbled. He’d finally fallen asleep from fatigue after three restless nights.
“Junsu,” came that whisper of his name again.
Junsu’s body shivered because he felt the air of warm breath against his ear where the voice was closely invading.
“Yoochun?” he finally pinpointed a name to go with the familiar voice.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
Junsu’s sleepy eyes popped open and he raised his eyes to see Yoochun, kneeling right next to his bed with a huge, handsome grin!
“Yoochun!”
“That’s my name!”
“What are you doing here? I thought…I thought you were back in Heaven and…”
“I’m free now,” Yoochun smiled, his eyes disappearing into slits.
“What? From what?”
“I’m free to fall in love with you. No more wings to trap me,” Yoochun explained, wiggling his shoulders to emphasize.
Junsu felt like his breath had been knocked out of him. “You mean…?”
“Yeah, I’m just a normal human being now. I had to climb in through your window and it was hard work. Will you take me in, to your home and your heart?”
Junsu blinked away tears that he wasn’t even aware of. He pulled Yoochun into a tight embrace, “But…but why? How?”
Yoochun returned the embrace, “I wasn’t happy after I got back. I was crying at Jaejoong and Yunho’s wedding because I kept thinking about you. So I asked them to take away my wings and give me back my heart.”
Junsu pulled away just enough so that he could look into Yoochun’s eyes, “But is it…worth it?”
“You’re worth it,” Yoochun smiled, his eyes soft and lovingly. He pulled Junsu back into his arms, his chin resting on Junsu’s shoulder. In a low voice, he breathed against Junsu’s ear, “Because I love you too.”
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Quote:
정말 자유롭고싶다면…날개는 잘라버리자…
[If you really want to be free... you have to cut off your wings...]
Credit: This is a quote from Yoochun's Twitter that I found on the famously awesome SharingYoochun.net
It was an unpleasant first encounter.
“Oof! Ya! Get off me!”
Junsu roughly pushed Yoochun off and quickly got back on his own feet. He started to dust dirt and grass off his shirt, staring down at the dazed man who was still on the ground.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you falling off tr…?” Junsu stopped talking because he recalled that they were on a soccer field. There weren’t trees around.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” Yoochun finally stood up, a hand raised to fix his messy bowl cut.
“Where did you fall from?” Junsu took a step backwards, ready to perform a measly attempt at Tae Kwon Do.
“Heaven,” Yoochun replied. “I’m an Angel.”
=-=-=
“Where’s your halo?” Junsu inquired, finally believing that Yoochun’s truth when the angel sprouted a set of beautiful wings.
“They took it away because I did something wrong.”
“What did you do?”
“Played a prank on Jaejoong and Yunho while they were on a date. They’re Angels too.”
“I thought Angels weren’t allowed to date.”
Yoochun laughed. “Correction: Angels just aren’t allowed to fall in love outside of our own kind.”
=-=-=
“How long are you here for?”
“Just until I perform five good deeds. Then I can go back,” Yoochun answered, feeling uncomfortable in the clothes that Junsu had allowed him to borrow. His white button-up shirt and white pants were in the wash because of dirt and grass stains.
“Sorry, my clothes don’t fit too well.”
“The shirt is a little tight, but the pants are very loose…especially on the butt area,” Yoochun confessed.
Junsu’s eyes turned into slits, “What are you trying to say?”
Yoochun just smiled innocently, “You have a nice butt.”
Junsu clamped his lips together so that he wouldn’t smile like an idiot. “So what’s your first task?”
“Oh, I don’t have a list. I just take things as they come along,” Yoochun informed. “We’re Angels, but like Humans, the future is still unknown to us.”
=-=-=
On the first day of his mission, Yoochun had easily accomplished two good deeds before dinner time.
On the second day, Yoochun found a third good deed. Then he’d volunteered to follow Junsu to work and couldn’t find any deeds to do in the boring office.
On the third day, Changmin had invited Junsu to their second soccer match of the week, but Junsu politely rejected. That day, he went with Yoochun to accomplish a fourth deed.
Four deeds and four days later, Junsu was itching to trap Yoochun into a bad deed so that he’d have to perform more, and more, and more, good deeds before he can leave.
It’s a horrible thought, Junsu knows. But he’s only Human. And he’d fallen in love with an Angel.
=-=-=
“I have one more good deed to perform. I’ve decided that I’ll grant you a wish since you’ve helped me so much,” Yoochun offered, easily rolling up the sleeve of his borrowed shirt.
Junsu eyed the favorite shirt that Omma had bought him for his birthday and wondered if he’d ever see Yoochun wear this shirt again.
“That will count as a good deed?” Junsu needed to verify.
“Yep! Then I can go back! I’ll even make it back in time for Jaejoong and Yunho’s wedding! They made me promise not to pull anymore pranks,” Yoochun snickered.
Angels were so forgiving. Would Yoochun forgive Junsu for falling in love with him?
“I want to be free,” Junsu wished.
Yoochun stopped snickering, noticing the seriousness of Junsu’s tone. “What do you mean?”
Junsu wasn’t sure of the answer either. So he just said, “I want to have wings like you; to fly and be free.”
I want to be an Angel so that I can be with you.
“Oh, okay,” Yoochun started to think. “Well, I can’t give you wings, but I can take you flying.”
Junsu smiled weakly and nodded.
=-=-=
The sky was dark, the stars covered by clouds.
“Are you scared?” Yoochun said.
“What?” Junsu had trouble hearing him. His ears have been a bit clogged ever since they rose above normal altitude.
Yoochun tightened his hold around Junsu’s waist and pulled the businessman closer so that his lips were inches from Junsu’s ear, “Are you scared?”
Junsu swallowed and nodded. This time, it wasn’t the altitude that muffled Yoochun’s deep voice; it was the loud thumping of Junsu’s heart.
“Are you okay? Your face is pink,” Yoochun spoke against his ear again. He was close enough that Junsu would feel Yoochun’s breath on his ear if Yoochun was a human-being who breathed and slept and ate like Junsu.
But he wasn’t like Junsu.
“There…there aren’t that many visible stars tonight,” Junsu tried to change the subject.
“Yeah, it’s dark and foggy up here, but look down. All the lights from the houses are like stars shining in the dark. And those cool cars, with their lights, are like moving stars.”
Junsu nodded, his arm tightening around Yoochun’s waist. Not because he was afraid of falling, but because he didn’t want to let go.
He’d already fallen too deep to be afraid. Fallen in love.
“And even better than stars up in the sky, there are red and blue and green ‘stars’ down on Earth. It’s really cool being Human.”
Yoochun continued to ramble and Junsu wasn’t listening. He just wrapped his other arm around Yoochun and leaned in closer, no matter the uncomfortable position. He held on tightly, allowing the Angel to believe that he was just afraid of falling.
=-=-=
Junsu woke up the next morning with tears in his eyes. The events of last night had replayed in his dreams.
After Yoochun had flown them back down to Junsu’s house…
[F.l.a.s.h.b.a.c.k]
“There goes my fifth deed!” Yoochun grinned, clapping his hands together. “I feel accomplished!”
“Do you want coffee again? Tea?” Junsu offered, not wanting Yoochun to leave.
“Nah, it’s okay…”
“I can squeeze some fresh juice from oranges,” Junsu tried.
Yoochun’s eyes widened at the sorrow and desperation he saw in Junsu’s eye. “Junsu, is something wrong?”
Junsu opened his mouth; wanting so badly to shout, ‘Don’t leave!’
“I l…”
“Junsu?” Yoochun persuaded. He raised his hand to touch Junsu’s forward, checking for any illness.
“I…”
“What is it?” Yoochun pushed.
“Leave,” Junsu breathed the word and couldn’t believe it was his own.
Yoochun blinked, his face confused and hurt. “Okay. Take care, Junsu.”
Junsu wasn’t looking at Yoochun. His head was lowered and his bangs covered his eyes.
Yoochun’s eyes were on Junsu as he walked towards the open window. His lips moved to say ‘Good-bye,’ but no words surfaced.
The snow-white wings reappeared, spreading to their full potentials and lifted Yoochun away.
Seconds after Yoochun’s disappearance, Junsu ran to the window. Moist eyes on the shrinking, white figure up in the sky, he shouted, “I love you!”
Junsu didn’t expect Yoochun to hear those words.
[E.n.d.F.l.a.s.h.b.a.c.k]
=-=-=
“Junsu? Are you okay?”
“Changmin, how long does it take to fall out of love?”
His co-worker quickly swallowed all the food in his mouth before guessing, “Never?”
Junsu sighed and poked at the slab of salmon on his plate. “Really?”
“Well, that’s what Omma said,” the grown man referenced.
Junsu sighed again, possibly the millionth time in the last two days. “Then there’s no hope.”
Changmin raised a finger to complement the light bulb that just went off in his head, “Actually, there is hope.”
Junsu’s face brightened for the first time since two days ago, “Really? What is it?”
“Well, the answer isn’t ‘never’ if that ‘love’ you’re talking about isn’t true. So if that love isn’t ‘true’ then that means you’ll fall out of love with that person when you fall in love with another person. Does that make sense?”
Junsu sighed again, and again. He rested his elbow on the table and his cheek on his fist. “Yeah, but just because it makes sense doesn’t mean it helps.”
=-=-=
“Junsu.”
“Five more minutes,” Junsu grumbled. He’d finally fallen asleep from fatigue after three restless nights.
“Junsu,” came that whisper of his name again.
Junsu’s body shivered because he felt the air of warm breath against his ear where the voice was closely invading.
“Yoochun?” he finally pinpointed a name to go with the familiar voice.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
Junsu’s sleepy eyes popped open and he raised his eyes to see Yoochun, kneeling right next to his bed with a huge, handsome grin!
“Yoochun!”
“That’s my name!”
“What are you doing here? I thought…I thought you were back in Heaven and…”
“I’m free now,” Yoochun smiled, his eyes disappearing into slits.
“What? From what?”
“I’m free to fall in love with you. No more wings to trap me,” Yoochun explained, wiggling his shoulders to emphasize.
Junsu felt like his breath had been knocked out of him. “You mean…?”
“Yeah, I’m just a normal human being now. I had to climb in through your window and it was hard work. Will you take me in, to your home and your heart?”
Junsu blinked away tears that he wasn’t even aware of. He pulled Yoochun into a tight embrace, “But…but why? How?”
Yoochun returned the embrace, “I wasn’t happy after I got back. I was crying at Jaejoong and Yunho’s wedding because I kept thinking about you. So I asked them to take away my wings and give me back my heart.”
Junsu pulled away just enough so that he could look into Yoochun’s eyes, “But is it…worth it?”
“You’re worth it,” Yoochun smiled, his eyes soft and lovingly. He pulled Junsu back into his arms, his chin resting on Junsu’s shoulder. In a low voice, he breathed against Junsu’s ear, “Because I love you too.”