Changmin's Revenge
Changmin and Yoochun got inside of Yoochun’s new Audi. Yoochun’s hand shook as he put the key into the ignition. He gripped the wheel tightly as he drove off. The entire trip was like a nightmare to Changmin. He could feel the anger and hatred brewing inside him. His stomach was in knots. If it weren’t for his common sense, he would grab Yoochun by the throat and throttle him. He would bash his hyung’s head against the windshield of the car. He despised him so much in that moment. But Changmin was an intelligent young man. He knew that he had to keep his cool. Despite what he had just witnessed, Changmin knew he could do nothing. Yoochun was his hyung. They were like brothers. For the sake of their relationship and the future of DBSK, Changmin would take no action. At least, not now.
Changmin was afraid to look at Yoochun. But his curiosity got the better of him. He glanced quickly at the older man to see if he would get a reaction. Yoochun was a mess. Changmin could see that he was visibly shaken. Perhaps he snapped out of his insanity and realized what he had done. Was he feeling guilty? Did he hate himself?
“You should, you bastard,” Changmin said to himself.
Yoochun’s eyes were swollen from crying. He was still weeping. He just couldn’t stop. Yoochun wiped the tears away from his eyes, but they just kept falling down his cheeks.
“That’s right,” Changmin thought. “You fucking crybaby. Just wait. Just wait.”
Yoochun’s whole body was shaking. Changmin didn’t know how he was able to drive without having an accident. Yoochun was breathing heavily through his mouth. Changmin could hear the familiar gasps for air that meant only one thing. Yoochun’s asthma was kicking in, and it was bad.
“Shit,” Changmin cursed to himself. “He’s going to fucking die and take me with him.”
But Yoochun kept driving. He was possessed. Despite his pain, he kept driving. His lungs were tight. Too tight. No air was getting in. Yoochun felt as if his chest was being crushed. His head ached and his eyes stung. He could feel his pulse throbbing in his throat. His blood was pumping at full force, as if some invisible hand were inside his chest, holding his heart in a vice. But he kept driving. Changmin held his breath and prayed that Yoochun would get them home safely. Within minutes, they arrived at the apartment they shared with the rest of their band.
Yoochun stopped the car, his body still shaking. He shut the engine off and leaned his forehead against the steering wheel. Changmin got out of the car and waited for Yoochun. He knew there was no way his hyung could possibly walk on his own. Changmin walked over to the driver side and opened the door. He unbuckled Yoochun’s seatbelt and put his arm around Yoochun’s waist. Changmin’s touch made Yoochun shiver.
“It’s alright hyung,” Changmin whispered. “I’ll help you.”
Changmin didn’t really want to help him. He loathed him. But how could he explain to the others why he left a sick Yoochun in the car?
Changmin held Yoochun up and closed the car door. He rang the bell and waited for his hyungs to answer. It was Jae that came to the door. When he saw Yoochun he panicked.
“Oh my God!” He helped Changmin bring Yoochun into their home.
“What happened?” The others rushed to Yoochun’s side.
“It’s his asthma, “Changmin answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.”
“Should we call a doctor,” Junsu asked?
“Yes,” Yunho replied. “We should!”
But Changmin waved them off.
“No, he’ll be fine. I know what to do. If he doesn’t get better, than we’ll get help.”
Jae and Junsu looked over at their leader for support. Yunho glanced at Changmin who seemed to have the situation under control.
“Ok Changmin,” Yunho said. “Do what you can, but if he’s not better in a half hour we are taking him to the hospital.”
Changmin nodded. He brought Yoochun into his room.
“Changmin,” Yoochun gasped. “My room.”
Changmin helped Yoochun onto his bed.
“No hyung,” he answered. “Tonight you stay with me in my room.”
Yoochun looked nervously at Changmin. Why was the boy helping him? Why? Was it to keep up appearances with the others, or did Changmin really care? Yoochun’s brain was fried. He could not think straight. He just wanted to sleep. Changmin searched through Yoochun’s pockets and found his medicine.
“Here you go,” he said handing the inhaler to Yoochun. Changmin helped Yoochun with the medicine. After a few minutes, Yoochun seemed to look better.
“Now,” Changmin stated. “You need a nice hot shower, ok?”
Changmin took Yoochun to the shower and stripped him naked. He adjusted the temperature and the water pressure.
“Ok hyung, go ahead.”
Yoochun staggered into the shower stall. Changmin left the bathroom to give him some privacy, but he stood outside the door just in case.
The warm water cascaded down Yoochun’s body. It should have soothed him, but it wasn’t working. Alone for the first time since Noona’s apartment, he broke down once more. His hands reached out to hold onto something, but the shower wall was slick and wet. There was no support for him and his whole body slid to the floor. Changmin heard a thump and rushed into the bathroom.
“Hyung, are you ok?”
Changmin opened the shower door to find Yoochun in the fetal position sobbing uncontrollably.
“This isn’t going well,” Changmin thought.
He shut off the water and lifted Yoochun off the floor. Yoochun seemed like a rag doll to Changmin. He was listless. It was at this moment that Changmin felt a twinge of sorrow.
“What a wretched creature you are Park Yoochun. Have you always been this way?”
He wrapped his hyung in a towel and brought him back to his bedroom.
Changmin closed the door to his room. He took the towel off of Yoochun and flung it over a chair. His hyung was now naked and vulnerable. Changmin put the older man face down on his bed. He began to massage Yoochun’s shoulders and back. Yoochun was still having trouble breathing. Changmin helped him once more with his medicine.
“Relax, hyung. You’ll be fine.”
Changmin went back to rubbing Yoochun’s body. He started at his neck and shoulders, methodically moving his way down Yoochun’s spine, towards the small of his back. He paused a moment, then his fingers traced the outline of Yoochun’s tattoo. He flipped Yoochun over and rubbed his chest and belly. Yoochun was breathing much easier now and his heartbeat was slow and steady. The worst was over. All he needed now was a good nights sleep.
“You’ll be ok hyung, just sleep.”
Changmin pulled the covers over him and went to turn out the light. Yoochun mumbled something under his breath.
“What hyung,” Changmin asked.
Yoochun mumbled again and Changmin drew closer to hear what he was saying.
“Noona,” Yoochun whispered. “Noona.”
“Cry out for her you all you want,” Changmin said to himself. “She’ll never take you back.”
Yoochun drifted to sleep. Changmin went back to the bathroom and picked up Yoochun’s clothes. Yoochun’s cell phone slid out of his pants pocket.
“Noona,” Changmin breathed. “Noona.”
And what about Noona? She lay on the floor of her living room, weeping. Weeping for her Yoochun. The Yoochun she loved. But he was gone. He would never come back. Was it her fault? Was her decision to break up a hasty one? Perhaps. But how long could their love have continued? He was just a boy to her. Their age difference was too great. He may not have thought so, but deep in her heart of hearts she knew it would not have lasted long. There were too many forces at play. How long would she stay in Korea? She would have to go home to America someday. He couldn’t come with her. He had too many responsibilities. He was famous. He was Asian and she was white. They were doomed from the start. It seemed like a novel idea at first, a flight of fancy. Now she realized what a terrible mistake they had made. Did she encourage him? Were his “powers of seduction” too much for her to resist? Then there was Changmin. He was the deciding factor. The Yoomin relationship was too much for her to handle. Perhaps it was a good thing that Yoochun and Changmin revealed their love for one another.
“Poor Changmin,” she thought. “Whatever are you going to do?”
Noona rubbed her eyes and sighed deeply. It was time to get up and get on with her life. She put her bathrobe on and staggered to her feet.
The phone rang and Noona went to answer it. It was Yoochun.
"Hell no," she said. " No way".
She walked away from the phone and let the answering machine pick up. But the voice on the other end was not Yoochun's.
It was Changmin.
"Noona, pick up," Changmin spoke calmly.
She rushed to the phone and picked it up.
"Changmin, why are you calling me on Yoochun's phone?"
There was silence on the line.
"Don't worry about Yoochun, Noona. It's all been arranged."
Noona swallowed hard.
"What are you talking about? What's been arranged?"
She could swear she heard Changmin chuckle.
"Yoochun won't hurt us any more Noona. You'll see. I've got it all under control."
Noona panicked.
"Changmin, don't do anything crazy, please, " she begged him.
But Changmin wasn't listening.
"Don't worry Noona. Yoochun's going to be really sorry he ever hurt us. He's going to pay."
"No Changmin, don't please I beg you......."
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