when we were young
When We Were Young
Yoochun/Junsu
G
Fluff. Lotsa sobbing.
765 words.
Summary: Back when they first met.
Comments and concrits? :DDD
when we were young
They met at a funeral.
Needless to say, neither of them was wearing black; striking yellow on the lanky kid named Yoochun, and soft baby blue on the other chubby kid, named Junsu.
Both were tugging at the hems of their shirt, trying hard to stifle their quiet sobs.
“What are you doing there?” Junsu snivelled out, the remnants of his pitiful sobs bursting into little hiccups.
“None of your business,” The lanky brunette cried back, clutching tighter at the red collar his beloved pet dog used to wear.
“Did your pet die too?” Junsu called out, looking down sadly at the shoebox containing Tigger’s frail body. Junsu had created a makeshift headstone for him (which was made out of his favourite action figure, glued together by chewing gum on a broken twig), but was reluctant to bury Tigger. That would mean Tigger had really died and moved on.
Unfortunately, that question made Yoochun bawl even harder. “Harang-ie, don’t leave me.” Yoochun mourned to the ground which held his beloved puppy, “How could- how could you leave me before we even experienced summer together? You must be -hic- lonely in there without me.”
Junsu gathered his courage and stood up bravely, chubby tear-stained face scrunched up as he determinedly held back his sobs. His small hands clutched tightly onto the shoebox which held the body of his beloved pet and he walked over to the crying boy.
“I’ll -sniff-bury him next Harang-ie, okay? That way, he won’t be lonely. They can be friends.”
The other boy sniffled, looking down at the shoebox to Junsu, who was putting on a brave front. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” Junsu used his makeshift tombstone action figure -blue power ranger; just like the colour he’s wearing, which is why Junsu adores his uniform so much- and dug a hole big enough for Tigger’s shoe box to fit in. Reluctantly, Junsu lowered Tigger’s body onto the ground and buried him. He placed the headstone in between both graves.
Yoochun kneeled beside him, the wetness of the grass seeping through his yellow pants as he held onto Junsu’s muddy hands, both boys closing their eyes to pray for their pets to be happy in the afterlife.
Junsu was the first to break away and stand up, wiping at his tears with the back of his hands, causing a splotch of mud to smear across his nose. Yoochun looked up and giggled. “You look funny.” Which only caused more mud to spread across his face as Junsu attempted to wipe it away.
Yoochun dusted off his hands and stood up, taking out a white handkerchief from his shirt pocket.
“What kind of a pet was he?” He asked, as he clumsily wiped off the mud on Junsu’s cheek.
“He’s a mealworm.”
“Oh.” Yoochun replied, dabbing a little too hard at Junsu’s red nose. “Is it the kind of worm that comes out of meals?” He placed the handkerchief in Junsu’s tiny hands. “Here, keep it.”
Junsu giggled. “No, silly. My brother Junho said he was a snake. But he’ll grow up to be a flying squirrel one day. And fly like Superman.”
“Cool. How did he die, then?”
“I-” Tears welled up in Junsu’s eyes as he recalled the morning incident, “-accidentally sat on him,” And he burst into tears again, squatting down to bury his sobs into his folded arms.
The other lanky boy kneeled down and looked at him with sad, liquid eyes. “I’m so sorry,” He said, before hugging him tight. They ended up crying for both their pets.
The afternoon rays saw both boys gingerly sitting in front of their pet’s graves, settling down bright, sunny dandelions as a farewell gift. Yoochun looked at Junsu arranging said flowers into a heart shape and smiled.
“Say, what’s your name?”
Short fingers paused from arranging the sunny yellows. “Junsu. Kim Junsu.” He flashed a shy, teary smile.
“I’m Yoochun, Park Yoochun.”
The young boys went back to arranging their flowers, not knowing what else to say.
“Will we ever meet again?” Yoochun asked softly, lips jutting out. He didn’t want to let go of his new-found friend yet. He knew Junsu’s kindergarten uniform wasn’t from this area.
Stubby legs stood up, pulling Yoochun along with him. He pulled off Yoochun’s sandy coloured hat and took off his own, placing it atop Yoochun’s head. He grinned. His favourite blue cap looked nice on the other’s head. He put on Yoochun’s hat and hooked their pinkies together.
“We will, I promise. Let’s exchange back our hats when we meet, okay?”
A/N: I used to keep a mealworm back in elementary school. It died ;A;
Yoochun/Junsu
G
Fluff. Lotsa sobbing.
765 words.
Summary: Back when they first met.
Comments and concrits? :DDD
when we were young
They met at a funeral.
Needless to say, neither of them was wearing black; striking yellow on the lanky kid named Yoochun, and soft baby blue on the other chubby kid, named Junsu.
Both were tugging at the hems of their shirt, trying hard to stifle their quiet sobs.
“What are you doing there?” Junsu snivelled out, the remnants of his pitiful sobs bursting into little hiccups.
“None of your business,” The lanky brunette cried back, clutching tighter at the red collar his beloved pet dog used to wear.
“Did your pet die too?” Junsu called out, looking down sadly at the shoebox containing Tigger’s frail body. Junsu had created a makeshift headstone for him (which was made out of his favourite action figure, glued together by chewing gum on a broken twig), but was reluctant to bury Tigger. That would mean Tigger had really died and moved on.
Unfortunately, that question made Yoochun bawl even harder. “Harang-ie, don’t leave me.” Yoochun mourned to the ground which held his beloved puppy, “How could- how could you leave me before we even experienced summer together? You must be -hic- lonely in there without me.”
Junsu gathered his courage and stood up bravely, chubby tear-stained face scrunched up as he determinedly held back his sobs. His small hands clutched tightly onto the shoebox which held the body of his beloved pet and he walked over to the crying boy.
“I’ll -sniff-bury him next Harang-ie, okay? That way, he won’t be lonely. They can be friends.”
The other boy sniffled, looking down at the shoebox to Junsu, who was putting on a brave front. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” Junsu used his makeshift tombstone action figure -blue power ranger; just like the colour he’s wearing, which is why Junsu adores his uniform so much- and dug a hole big enough for Tigger’s shoe box to fit in. Reluctantly, Junsu lowered Tigger’s body onto the ground and buried him. He placed the headstone in between both graves.
Yoochun kneeled beside him, the wetness of the grass seeping through his yellow pants as he held onto Junsu’s muddy hands, both boys closing their eyes to pray for their pets to be happy in the afterlife.
Junsu was the first to break away and stand up, wiping at his tears with the back of his hands, causing a splotch of mud to smear across his nose. Yoochun looked up and giggled. “You look funny.” Which only caused more mud to spread across his face as Junsu attempted to wipe it away.
Yoochun dusted off his hands and stood up, taking out a white handkerchief from his shirt pocket.
“What kind of a pet was he?” He asked, as he clumsily wiped off the mud on Junsu’s cheek.
“He’s a mealworm.”
“Oh.” Yoochun replied, dabbing a little too hard at Junsu’s red nose. “Is it the kind of worm that comes out of meals?” He placed the handkerchief in Junsu’s tiny hands. “Here, keep it.”
Junsu giggled. “No, silly. My brother Junho said he was a snake. But he’ll grow up to be a flying squirrel one day. And fly like Superman.”
“Cool. How did he die, then?”
“I-” Tears welled up in Junsu’s eyes as he recalled the morning incident, “-accidentally sat on him,” And he burst into tears again, squatting down to bury his sobs into his folded arms.
The other lanky boy kneeled down and looked at him with sad, liquid eyes. “I’m so sorry,” He said, before hugging him tight. They ended up crying for both their pets.
The afternoon rays saw both boys gingerly sitting in front of their pet’s graves, settling down bright, sunny dandelions as a farewell gift. Yoochun looked at Junsu arranging said flowers into a heart shape and smiled.
“Say, what’s your name?”
Short fingers paused from arranging the sunny yellows. “Junsu. Kim Junsu.” He flashed a shy, teary smile.
“I’m Yoochun, Park Yoochun.”
The young boys went back to arranging their flowers, not knowing what else to say.
“Will we ever meet again?” Yoochun asked softly, lips jutting out. He didn’t want to let go of his new-found friend yet. He knew Junsu’s kindergarten uniform wasn’t from this area.
Stubby legs stood up, pulling Yoochun along with him. He pulled off Yoochun’s sandy coloured hat and took off his own, placing it atop Yoochun’s head. He grinned. His favourite blue cap looked nice on the other’s head. He put on Yoochun’s hat and hooked their pinkies together.
“We will, I promise. Let’s exchange back our hats when we meet, okay?”
A/N: I used to keep a mealworm back in elementary school. It died ;A;