A Melody Barely Heard P.1 (Beethoven's Virus)
Title: A Melody Barely Heard P.1 (Beethoven's Virus)Rating: PG
Pairings: Yoochun/Junsu
Word Count: 1760
Summary: It finally hit him. His boyfriend was deaf. Deaf with a love for piano.
Junsu’s head felt heavy as he lowered it to his awaiting arms. There was nothing to do now but to simply wait. But waiting, with nothing else to do, tormented him and caused unanswered questions to swirl around in his mind. Tears began fall like a water faucet on full power.
Will he live?
How bad are the injuries?
What if he doesn’t survive?
These questions haunted him as silent tears turned into whimpers which soon twisted into loud sobs. Seconds passed like minutes which felt like hours and the entire time, they never stopped. Even when he felt warm arms wrap around his body, turning him around and lifting his head up, nothing seemed to calm him.
“Junsu,” a voice whispered, the tone clearly trying to soothe him.
It didn’t work. Nothing worked. His sobs continued to echo around the room and the only thing those arms could do was hold him tight.
“He’ll be okay, Junsu,” the voice assured him, “He’ll be okay.”
Will he really?
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“Yoochun,” Junsu called from the living room where he was comfortably snuggled up with a blanket and a book on his lap. It was already noon, and if his boyfriend wasn’t up yet, he had all rights to whack him awake with a pillow. There was no answer and a mischievous smile appeared on Junsu’s face.
“Yoochun,” he sang, walking into the bedroom the two of them shared. He tiptoed in with the evil intent to hit his lover over and over and over when he saw Yoochun already up, sitting on the edge of their bed. Junsu pouted. Well, there went his fun.
Watching his lover curiously, Junsu observed that Yoochun was in fact sitting straight up, his feet dangling off the side of the bed and his eyes staring out the window. As he walked closer and peered towards what Yoochun was gazing at, he was disappointed to see… nothing.
Frowning, he turned back to the man. “Yoochun?” Junsu asked, beginning to worry when his boyfriend, once again, didn’t reply. Junsu was standing right next to him though, and it was impossible for him not to have heard the call. Having called him three times already without a reaction was reason enough for concern. Finally, panic rushed over him, Junsu hurried to sit next to him, gathering the older man’s hands in his.
After his car accident two weeks ago, Junsu was on edge, seemingly awaiting things to come crashing down around him.
Yoochun finally looked at him, turning his head slowly, almost in a detached sort of way. He had a faraway look on his face when he fully faced him.
“Chunnie,” his voice was barely a whisper for his fourth call, but Yoochun suddenly smiled at him, stopping his heart at the beauty of it. He leaned over and slapped a wet and overly sloppy kiss on Junsu, sucking on his lower lip before pulling away. The same smile still covered his face.
“What’s wrong, honey?” He asked, his face full of innocence.
“Yoochun, I’ve been calling you.” Junsu paused when the other man seemed confused.
“Chun,” he breathed shakily. Six. Six times. “C-can you hear me?” It seemed like such a simple question, and yet it took what seemed like hours for the other man to respond, a slight frown marring his lips.
“What? Sorry, I didn’t hear that. Can you repeat it?” Junsu’s eyes grew wide and he hesitated, which only made Yoochun more confused. His head cocked over to one side and his frown seemed to deepen for a moment.
“Yoochun,” Junsu repeated, slightly louder. Seven. “Chun, can you hear me?” At this, Yoochun cracked up, eyes curving and mouth opening wide in an eye-blinding smile.
“What kind of question is that, Su?” He asked, still laughing, “Of course I can hear you!” Upon seeing his lover’s worried face, though, Yoochun’s smile faded.
Seven. He had called Yoochun’s name seven times before he finally answered him. For most moms, it might have been quite normal, but Junsu was not a mom, and it worried him to death.
“Junsu~” Yoochun cooed a little worriedly before tackling the smaller man and pulling him onto the bed with him. They laid side by side when Yoochun started nibbling on Junsu’s lip. He opened his mouth instantly and a tongue darted in, dancing and playing with his own, seemingly memorizing him all over again.
Yoochun flipped them over, ending up on top of him before diving back in for long, burning kisses. He trailed patches of love down Junsu’s neck, making the younger man whimper. He started sucking on the younger man’s collarbone and earned a loud moan from underneath him, which coaxed a smile from his lips.
“Junsu,” he breathed, sitting back up and landing a tiny kiss on his lover’s lips, “Junsu,” he said a bit louder, pulling back with a larger frown. “Junsu.” That one was almost a shout. Yoochun instantly sat up, some of his own panic pooling in his gut when he realized he couldn’t hear all of his own words. “Junsu!”
“What? What’s wrong, Chun?” he asked, noticing that the other man’s eyes were moist. “What’s wrong?” he called loudly, taking Yoochun’s hand in his.
“I don’t know…” a wavering voice answered. “I fucking don’t know!” This one was definitely a panicked shout as he locked gazes with Junsu, his eyes shining with confusion and building panic.
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“Is it correct that he’s deaf?” The man in the white suit asked. Junsu hesitated, still reeling from evening that had suddenly hit him. One day Yoochun was fine, and the next, he wasn't.
“He heard me this morning…” he began slowly, a little dazed himself before adding, “but I had to yell.” His voice had dropped into a whisper. Disbelief. That’s what he was feeling. This was impossible. The piano- he suddenly stopped. What about the piano?
He glanced at Yoochun, who was sitting in a chair, head on his hands, silent.
“And he’s been in a car accident recently,” the doctor trailed off, reading the contents of the folder he held in his hands. “Did his airbag go off then?”
Junsu didn’t know. “Yoochun,” he called, voice loud and clear. No response.
Tears began gathering up in his eyes and he bit his lip, fisting his hands at his sides as he attempted to gather himself. The doctor must have been a very softhearted man, because he instantly hurried over with a box of tissues and a pad of paper.
“Let’s write it down for him, ok?” He offered, and Junsu only nodded, sniffling, and allowed the doctor to sit him down next to Yoochun. The other man finally lifted his head up and stared at Junsu. His eyes were red as well and a silent moment of mutual torment passed between them.
“Chun,” Junsu whispered, even though he knew Yoochun couldn’t hear him. Yoochun stared uncomprehendingly at his lips while he handed the pad of paper to him. “Chun, did your airbag go off? During the accident?”
Yoochun stared at the paper silently. Junsu wasn’t sure if he was even reading the question or not, but after a while, Yoochun nodded. It was hesitant and small, but it was something.
“Yea, I think it did,” he breathed, barely loud enough for them to hear. “It did,” he said louder, his face morphing into frustration, “It-” a hand gripped his in a warm, embracing way. Yoochun looked up to see the doctor nodding at him, a small, sad smile etched upon his face.
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“I have a recital in two days, Junsu,” Yoochun sighed in disbelief and an even heavier bout of disbelief and frustration rushed over him when he realized he couldn’t hear himself. He started screaming, trying in vain to hear himself. “A piano recital! Only two days, Junsu! Two days!” Every word that he yelled only increased in volume and tears joined the angry sounds.
Junsu ran over and grabbed a hold of his boyfriend’s arm. Yoochun pushed him away roughly, not able to be held at the moment. He let out a miserable and angry sound as he went and smashed everything he could get his hands on. He thrashed like a child having a tantrum; tears pouring down his cheeks as he smashed vases and knocked down picture frames, screaming until he lost his voice. Not that it mattered since he couldn’t hear himself.
Not knowing what to do, Junsu slid down the wall, curling up and holding his face in his arms as he cried, waiting for Yoochun to calm down. He jumped at every crash, sobbed at every shout, and just closed his eyes as Yoochun ventured throughout their house, looking for more things to destroy. He didn’t raise one finger or one argument. How could he when he saw Yoochun’s misery clear as day every time their eyes met?
Soon, the whole house grew quiet and it seemed like the world went to sleep.
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“Yoochun,” Junsu whispered before he remembered that the man couldn’t hear, and mentally kicked himself. He wandered around the house aimlessly, somehow already knowing where Yoochun was. Little whimpers and sniffles proved him correct the closer he got to the living room.
There he was, sitting on the floor, leaning on the chair of the piano, reaching up and trying to play melodies that he could no longer hear. Junsu couldn’t bear to see that so he kneeled down beside his other half and took his hand off the piano keys, weaving his fingers through the man’s hair, cradling him against his chest. He started singing songs of soothing worlds and lovely days, attempting to calm his lover. He might be deaf, but he knew Yoochun could feel the vibrations of his chest. He repeated the word in his mind.
Deaf.
“Junsu,” Yoochun whispered, his voice cracking and weak. “Junsu.” This time louder. Suddenly, he found himself completely wrapped up in his lover’s arms, and he almost understood.
It’s ok.
Almost-almost but not quite. “Junsu,” he reached up and tugged at the other man’s arm, wondering if he had heard him. He nodded, still not letting go of Yoochun, only holding him tighter. “Junsu…” he repeated near desperately, “I’m sorry the house is a mess.” He managed to choke out before bursting into tears again.
“Sorry, Su, I’m so sorry,” he whimpered, which Junsu only made out as odd gurgles of sound and it finally hit him. His boyfriend was deaf. Deaf with a love for piano.
A/N: Thank you to fanficaddiction for making this readable ^^ So um, yea, this was inspired from Beethoven's Virus, and also an edit that I made ages ago. Sorry for any unrealistic parts. I have no knowledge on hearing or health, and only did as much research as I could to find a cause -__- Next part is coming soon :)