[FIC] The Warmth that Lingers: 3/5
Title: The Warmth that Lingers
Summary: Yoochun assumed many things of Shim Changmin. He was always wrong. (Translation of 余温 by 大小胡子叽喳喳)
Pairing: MinChun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Warning: character death
Disclaimer: DBSK is not mine. This story is not mine either; I am merely the translator. The original can be found here: http://tieba.baidu.com/p/2848829695, and it is by 大小胡子叽喳喳. All credits go to her and not me.
The place I was in when I came to again seemed vaguely familiar with the scent of antiseptics and the like. I was fervently thankful no one forgot me by the door. In this vacant room, the only person other than me was a snoring Hell.
I already knew I was pretty stupid, but I still naively hoped for Changmin to be around.
Except he wasn’t here, and would likely not show up at all. He might have continued on in the bathroom with Jinjong for a third or fourth round, all the while oblivious to the fact that I just fainted not too long ago right outside the door. Either way, what they were doing now had nothing to do with me.
My current state of misery must have had stemmed from the fact that Jinjong could have what I could never have.
That one kiss Changmin gave me was precious and treasured, which was why even now the taste of mouthwash and rubbing alcohol lingered in my mouth, the taste of Changmin.
My throat was burning, and I wasn’t sure how long I had fainted. The sky was completely dark by now, exactly the time the bar would be most lively and active. My chest still hurt and I felt oddly stifled as I tried to sit up and drink some water. My body felt very light and weak and I was unable to move more than a few inches. In annoyance I kicked Hell awake.
His eyes were very bleary when he looked at me, but a second later the fog cleared up and he was unable to hide the concern and joy. This was why I was able to become friends with him. Hell was like a little kid. His thoughts were not overly complex, and he was easy to read. Everything he showed was genuine.
I was, in fact, very moved that there was someone who cared for me. I was more or less in the situation where if I died no one would know and no one would care. I remember being afraid that right before I fainted that I was going to die, too.
There were many who had one night stands with me, but all of them were purely for sex and not affection. The only one I truly liked was Changmin. For a period of time it surprisingly led me to stop the reckless nights - to a certain extent. But then I realized Changmin didn’t care about what I did anyways, so very soon after, I returned to my old ways.
Yet Changmin’s reaction to Ken yesterday night surprised me. Maybe he cared after all? About me? I carried this suspicion with a shred of hope.
The hand Hell was holding me with was still shaking. “I can’t believe you fainted in front of the bathroom door. Thank god other people know that you and I are friends, otherwise you would still be stuck lying on the floor!”
I smiled flatly with no emotions. “Thank you.”
Hell seemed to hesitate before asking, “How did you faint, though?”
My heart skipped a beat again at the memory I wanted to erase permanently away, and I decided to stay quiet.
Seeing that I didn’t want to respond, Hell sighed deeply, then said, “Yoochun, I know you like Changmin, and people like us usually end up falling for straight men because there aren’t many of us around. But Changmin isn’t even straight and his heart is taken, you know that. You really have no chance.”
I glared at him. Hell was right, but it still pained me. “Shut up.”
He sighed again. “I know that you don’t want to give up on him right now, but as your good friend I’m advising you to give up sooner than later. With your flirting it’s not hard to pick up people. You don’t lack lovers.”
I didn’t lack lovers. I lacked love.
What I desired the most was just love, Changmin’s unconditional love. I was jealous of Jinjong, so jealous that I might go crazy. I thought of Changmin’s kiss again, his hot breath, and the feeling of completely drowning in the overwhelming sensations.
Hell silently watched my expression sour. “If you don’t want to talk to me, then sure, as long as you understand that Changmin’s taken and you might as well give up now. Though I have to say, that Jinjong is pretty damn manipulative.”
This was probably the most useful thing Hell said to me all day. I looked at him in curiosity, covering the incredulity that nearly spilt forth. “What do you mean?”
Hell grinned smugly, knowing that he successfully captured my attention. “I’ll put it this way. Jinjong is a lock that multiple keys can open easily. Which is to say, he has being wanting a male lover.”
I snickered. This was interesting. That meant Jinjong did not honestly love Changmin, something I was able to tell awhile back. When he and Changmin kissed, he was only shocked by Changmin’s sudden initiative and returned the kisses without much enthusiasm or care.
How did Changmin like such a cheap low-life?
Hell was done talking by now and was about to leave. He left me a few words of care, things along the lines of resting up, and I thanked him gratefully.
So even Hell could tell that Jinjong wasn’t serious about this relationship. Then that meant it was only a matter of time before Changmin realized that as well, which also meant in the meanwhile, I could do my best to separate the two and show Changmin that I was the one who truly loved him, not Jinjong.
The ward door was pushed open, and I naively anticipated Changmin’s voice. Except it was really Ken, and I wilted in disappointment. “Who let you in?”
Ken didn’t mind my negative attitude toward him and responded calmly, “Your friend didn’t have enough money to pay for the hospital bills, so he went to your house and found me.”
Whatever good feelings I just developed towards Hell vanished in an instant, and anger surged forward. “What the hell are you still doing in my house? Don’t you understand the meaning of a one-night stand?”
Ken’s eyes were filled with mirth as he affectionately ruffled my hair. “I’ll leave tonight. I won’t give any pressure to make you my lover, but you’ll have to allow me to like you. That’s my right.”
I frowned. “Sure. Whatever.”
Ken’s gaze never left me; his eyes were so soothing and calm, just like Changmin’s, and so my attitude became somewhat better. “You should thank your parents for giving you those pretty eyes,” I said.
His face darkened at my words, not that I cared. I wasn’t so selfless yet to be considerate of every single person around me; I wasn’t an angel after all.
After a pause, Ken said, “I need to ask you something.”
I nodded. Entertaining him was a good distraction anyhow, from the relentless longing for Changmin’s heart and lust for his body.
Very seriously he looked at me. “Yoochun, do you really love that man?”
I knew he was referring to Changmin, and so my smile brightened. “Of course.”
Ken’s features distorted slightly. “I’ll leave now then. He’s probably going to show up soon.”
I didn’t hear anything that he said after. In fact, I didn’t even notice when he left. My head was completely filled with the fact that Changmin was going to visit me, my face even turning pink from excitement, like a schoolboy with his first crush. At that ironic thought I began to laugh.
I tapped my feet impatiently on the hospital bed, waiting for the door to open again, ignoring all the previous fatigue as I anticipated for him to show.
The door opened, and a light breeze from the outside brushed past. Changmin was almost shining as brightly as a star; he was so good looking that I momentarily forgot to breathe.
He didn’t look very happy. My heart twisted into knots and bled in that instant, because I also noticed that the person following right behind him was none other than Jinjong.
(Author’s Note: Somehow I had the most trouble with translating this chapter... I had to rewrite several parts of it over and over again to make it sound right. And I noticed it was so short, too. OTL Chapter 4 is longer, and Chapter 5 is twice the length, so I can make it up to you all. xD Like always, thanks for reading!)
Summary: Yoochun assumed many things of Shim Changmin. He was always wrong. (Translation of 余温 by 大小胡子叽喳喳)
Pairing: MinChun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Warning: character death
Disclaimer: DBSK is not mine. This story is not mine either; I am merely the translator. The original can be found here: http://tieba.baidu.com/p/2848829695, and it is by 大小胡子叽喳喳. All credits go to her and not me.
The place I was in when I came to again seemed vaguely familiar with the scent of antiseptics and the like. I was fervently thankful no one forgot me by the door. In this vacant room, the only person other than me was a snoring Hell.
I already knew I was pretty stupid, but I still naively hoped for Changmin to be around.
Except he wasn’t here, and would likely not show up at all. He might have continued on in the bathroom with Jinjong for a third or fourth round, all the while oblivious to the fact that I just fainted not too long ago right outside the door. Either way, what they were doing now had nothing to do with me.
My current state of misery must have had stemmed from the fact that Jinjong could have what I could never have.
That one kiss Changmin gave me was precious and treasured, which was why even now the taste of mouthwash and rubbing alcohol lingered in my mouth, the taste of Changmin.
My throat was burning, and I wasn’t sure how long I had fainted. The sky was completely dark by now, exactly the time the bar would be most lively and active. My chest still hurt and I felt oddly stifled as I tried to sit up and drink some water. My body felt very light and weak and I was unable to move more than a few inches. In annoyance I kicked Hell awake.
His eyes were very bleary when he looked at me, but a second later the fog cleared up and he was unable to hide the concern and joy. This was why I was able to become friends with him. Hell was like a little kid. His thoughts were not overly complex, and he was easy to read. Everything he showed was genuine.
I was, in fact, very moved that there was someone who cared for me. I was more or less in the situation where if I died no one would know and no one would care. I remember being afraid that right before I fainted that I was going to die, too.
There were many who had one night stands with me, but all of them were purely for sex and not affection. The only one I truly liked was Changmin. For a period of time it surprisingly led me to stop the reckless nights - to a certain extent. But then I realized Changmin didn’t care about what I did anyways, so very soon after, I returned to my old ways.
Yet Changmin’s reaction to Ken yesterday night surprised me. Maybe he cared after all? About me? I carried this suspicion with a shred of hope.
The hand Hell was holding me with was still shaking. “I can’t believe you fainted in front of the bathroom door. Thank god other people know that you and I are friends, otherwise you would still be stuck lying on the floor!”
I smiled flatly with no emotions. “Thank you.”
Hell seemed to hesitate before asking, “How did you faint, though?”
My heart skipped a beat again at the memory I wanted to erase permanently away, and I decided to stay quiet.
Seeing that I didn’t want to respond, Hell sighed deeply, then said, “Yoochun, I know you like Changmin, and people like us usually end up falling for straight men because there aren’t many of us around. But Changmin isn’t even straight and his heart is taken, you know that. You really have no chance.”
I glared at him. Hell was right, but it still pained me. “Shut up.”
He sighed again. “I know that you don’t want to give up on him right now, but as your good friend I’m advising you to give up sooner than later. With your flirting it’s not hard to pick up people. You don’t lack lovers.”
I didn’t lack lovers. I lacked love.
What I desired the most was just love, Changmin’s unconditional love. I was jealous of Jinjong, so jealous that I might go crazy. I thought of Changmin’s kiss again, his hot breath, and the feeling of completely drowning in the overwhelming sensations.
Hell silently watched my expression sour. “If you don’t want to talk to me, then sure, as long as you understand that Changmin’s taken and you might as well give up now. Though I have to say, that Jinjong is pretty damn manipulative.”
This was probably the most useful thing Hell said to me all day. I looked at him in curiosity, covering the incredulity that nearly spilt forth. “What do you mean?”
Hell grinned smugly, knowing that he successfully captured my attention. “I’ll put it this way. Jinjong is a lock that multiple keys can open easily. Which is to say, he has being wanting a male lover.”
I snickered. This was interesting. That meant Jinjong did not honestly love Changmin, something I was able to tell awhile back. When he and Changmin kissed, he was only shocked by Changmin’s sudden initiative and returned the kisses without much enthusiasm or care.
How did Changmin like such a cheap low-life?
Hell was done talking by now and was about to leave. He left me a few words of care, things along the lines of resting up, and I thanked him gratefully.
So even Hell could tell that Jinjong wasn’t serious about this relationship. Then that meant it was only a matter of time before Changmin realized that as well, which also meant in the meanwhile, I could do my best to separate the two and show Changmin that I was the one who truly loved him, not Jinjong.
The ward door was pushed open, and I naively anticipated Changmin’s voice. Except it was really Ken, and I wilted in disappointment. “Who let you in?”
Ken didn’t mind my negative attitude toward him and responded calmly, “Your friend didn’t have enough money to pay for the hospital bills, so he went to your house and found me.”
Whatever good feelings I just developed towards Hell vanished in an instant, and anger surged forward. “What the hell are you still doing in my house? Don’t you understand the meaning of a one-night stand?”
Ken’s eyes were filled with mirth as he affectionately ruffled my hair. “I’ll leave tonight. I won’t give any pressure to make you my lover, but you’ll have to allow me to like you. That’s my right.”
I frowned. “Sure. Whatever.”
Ken’s gaze never left me; his eyes were so soothing and calm, just like Changmin’s, and so my attitude became somewhat better. “You should thank your parents for giving you those pretty eyes,” I said.
His face darkened at my words, not that I cared. I wasn’t so selfless yet to be considerate of every single person around me; I wasn’t an angel after all.
After a pause, Ken said, “I need to ask you something.”
I nodded. Entertaining him was a good distraction anyhow, from the relentless longing for Changmin’s heart and lust for his body.
Very seriously he looked at me. “Yoochun, do you really love that man?”
I knew he was referring to Changmin, and so my smile brightened. “Of course.”
Ken’s features distorted slightly. “I’ll leave now then. He’s probably going to show up soon.”
I didn’t hear anything that he said after. In fact, I didn’t even notice when he left. My head was completely filled with the fact that Changmin was going to visit me, my face even turning pink from excitement, like a schoolboy with his first crush. At that ironic thought I began to laugh.
I tapped my feet impatiently on the hospital bed, waiting for the door to open again, ignoring all the previous fatigue as I anticipated for him to show.
The door opened, and a light breeze from the outside brushed past. Changmin was almost shining as brightly as a star; he was so good looking that I momentarily forgot to breathe.
He didn’t look very happy. My heart twisted into knots and bled in that instant, because I also noticed that the person following right behind him was none other than Jinjong.
(Author’s Note: Somehow I had the most trouble with translating this chapter... I had to rewrite several parts of it over and over again to make it sound right. And I noticed it was so short, too. OTL Chapter 4 is longer, and Chapter 5 is twice the length, so I can make it up to you all. xD Like always, thanks for reading!)