OneShot - 24
To my in:com readers -
yes... i am considering bringing all of it here... ^^
maybe. ehehehe
This is the OST for this one, if you guys would care to listen to it while reading?...it makes it all the better. =)
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EnJoy!
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A/N: Present Time - Normal Font
Flashbacks - Italics
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24.
“Hyung.”
“What is it, Minnie?”
“…there’s been an accident…”
Changmin stands by the door of the work room as he says this, and YooChun is greeted by the sight of tear-filled eyes and a shocked and fearful gaze.
His heart sinks with the first feelings of dread.
“…What kind of accident?”
“The plane crashed, Hyung. The plane Junsu was on…”
YooChun stares with disbelief at his dongsaeng, unable to speak.
Changmin begins to cry. “Did you hear what I said? The plane he was on went down in that storm last night!”
“I heard you.”
“Why aren’t you saying anything?! Junsu was on that plane, Hyung.”
A pause, and then…“..And they can’t find the plane…”
YooChun suppresses the need to throw up and asks instead, “How long. How long until…”
“The next 24 hours are crucial. They say if we don’t find him before then…”
Changmin looks away and shakes his head.
“He could be dead…” YooChun whispers.
He is numb.
23.
They sit in the lounge and wait.
No-one speaks.
Changmin is fighting tears.
YunHo is gripping JaeJoong’s hand reassuringly and his other hand is glued to the cordless phone.
Just in case it rings.
When it rings…
…If…it rings.
He refuses to cry.
Not yet.
Instead, he stands up silently and retreats into the solitude of the bedroom.
There at least, no-one will see the shaking of his hands and the fear in his eyes.
22.
“Tell me something, Chunnie…”
“What do you want to know?”
“I don’t know. Tell me… something I don’t know…”
…
“You are my most cherished friend in this entire world…”
…
He laughs. “ Psch…!Doofus…”
“What!”
“…I already knew that…”
21.
1.35am Text message 1:
“Yah YooChun-hyung! Where are you? I’m bored…”
1.37am Text message 2:
“Hellooo? Why aren’t you messaging me back? Are you busy enjoying Thailand
without me?”
1.39am Text message 3:
“Come on!! I want a reply from you! I miss you!”
1.41am Text message 4:
“…I’m still bored. Even though it’s late enough to sleep. I can’t… Miss you too much, hahaha…”
1.43am.Text message 5:
“I still don’t have a reply! I thought I was your most cherished friend?!”
1.49am Text message 6:
“*Yawn*…well…I guess you’re busy…I’m sleepy now. You’re taking too long to reply :( “
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3:00am. Text message 1.
“Good night, Junsu-ah.”
3.02am. Text message 2.
“Sleep well, Junsu-ah.”
3.05am. Text message 3.
“You ARE my most cherished friend, Junsu-ah.”
3.07am. Text message 4.
“I miss you too…”
20.
He brushes the back of a strong hand against the younger boy’s cheek.
The smoothness of it hits him like a brick as he realizes how fragile this one is.
Beautiful eyes peek up at him from behind brown bangs and then the blush becomes evident in the cheek he continues to stroke.
He suppresses an awed expression as he realizes that this is his best friend.
JUST his best friend…
19.
The first hints of stronger feelings reach him at a photo-shoot. Junsu stares at him with a deeper softness in his gaze.
The smiles he receives are filled with a different kind of love.
It makes him tingle inside.
It makes him watch Junsu more than he should.
It makes him want his best friend.
…
..It makes him pull back.
18.
“Are you avoiding me?”
“No.”
“Yes you are. I know when you’re lying.”
“Su, I’m not avoiding you.”
“Tell the truth hyung!”
…
“What did I do?! Did I do something to piss you off??”
…
“Su. I’m not avoiding you.”
17.
He walks into the studio and watches the fluid movements of the red and black haired boy practicing in front of the mirror.
He knew there was frustration and anger in those once happily glittered eyes.
He knew that he was the cause.
Junsu catches him watching with the help of the mirror facing both of them.
“It looks great. The timing’s perfect.” He says as if everything was still okay between them.
Junsu straightens to his full height, raises his chin just a little higher and gives him a hard glare, before stalking out of the room, taking care not to brush against him.
He sighs.
16.
“I’m not talking to you until you tell me why you’re being all weird.”
“Stop imagining things, ‘Su. I’m not being weird!”
“YES, you are!”
…
“I did something wrong didn’t I?! I did something wrong, that’s why you don’t like me anymore…”
“Junsu, come on, that’s not true.”
“It is! I’m not your most cherished friend anymore!!”
sigh. “Junsu, come on…don’t cry, you know I don’t like it when you cry.”
“…I’m not your most cherished friend anymore…”
“Do you want to know why you’re not my most cherished friend anymore?...this is why…”
Kissing is the best feeling in the world.
15.
“You know…this making out in dark corners can’t be good for us…”
“But it’s definitely more fun…”
“Chunnie, you think we should tell the others about us?”
“Shut up and kiss me…”
14.
Drifting between the fogginess of sleep and the awareness of wakefulness, he feels a weight against the edge of his bed making its way towards him.
He knows that warmth.
That smell.
That soft, hesitant touch.
He crawls under the blanket and huddles against his side.
Without missing a beat, he wraps an arm around the smaller boy.
“Chunnie…”
...
“Tell me something I don’t know…”
Yawn. “You have the sweetest lips I have ever tasted.”
“Psch!...Doofus…”
“What!”
“…I knew that already…”
13.
They stand beside each other backstage waiting for their cue.
Fingers softly brush against his own. He is always nervous before going up on stage.
Slowly, those fingers again brush against his own.
He feels the other’s nervous energy like electricity.
Without looking, he grasp’s those warm fingers and wraps them in a firm grasp.
He entwines those fingers with his own, silently offering reassurance to the younger boy.
From the corner of his eye, he sees that beautiful smile.
12.
“Arghh!!!!”
“What?! YooChun, what?!!”
“There’s a spider in the bathroom!”
“WHAT?!”
“Spider… in the bathroom.”
“hahahahaha!!”
“Don’t laugh at me!! It’s huge!!”
“Hahahahahahahaha!!!”
“’Su! Kill it…”
“hahahahaha!”
11.
Their breaths mingle against each other as they stand chest to chest.
He brings his hands up to Junsu’s face, wordlessly cupping his cheeks and pulling those lips closer to meet his own.
It was a gentle kiss between them, as if they would never let go again.
He was surprised by the strong feeling of tenderness that threatened to overwhelm him as he held Junsu in his arms.
“I love you…”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
10.
He is interrupted by a knock on the door.
Yunho-hyung sticks his head through the doorway revealing a grim and nervous expression on his face.
“They found it…”
YooChun’s heart jumps to his throat.
“They want us to go to the hospital to identify survivors and…bodies…”
09.
“You know…all this time we’ve been together, you’ve never said a certain three words…”
“What three words?”
“The three words that I always say to you…”
…”No idea.”
“Chunnie, are you serious??”
“…yeah. Now shut up and kiss me.”
08.
“Ok, I’m serious this time. No making out until I know where I stand with you.”
“ You are my most cherished friend in this entire world.”
“That’s all?”
…”Yeah, what else would you be?”
“YooChun, are you serious?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
07.
“I love you!”
…
“Chunnie, did you hear me? I said I love you…! Why won’t you say it back! I love
YOU!”
“Why do you have to ruin things with those words, ‘Su!!! Aren’t things fine the way they are between us?”
“Say it back, YooChun! I want to hear you say it back to me…”
… …
He shakes his head with disbelief and tears flooding his eyes, “…I don’t believe this.”
06.
The hospital is swarming with people. Weeping women. Worried fathers. Hysterical mothers. Families searching the sea of faces and each and every hospital room in the hopes of finding those they loved.
Yunho stays tall and strong as they walk through those doors behind him. He looks composed and in control.
JaeJoong is beside him. Less composed but still calm and gripping Changmin’s hand tightly.
YooChun’s heart is in his throat. He doesn’t want to think of the other possibilities.
The other possibility of Junsu NOT being one of the survivors.
05.
“My plane leaves in an hour. Is there anything you’d like to say to me?”
He answers with the same words. Just like all the other times that Junsu has asked him that question.
“No there’s nothing I’d like to say.”
The younger boy doesn’t reply, but sighs sadly instead.
“Junsu…”
He turns with hope evident in his eyes.
“Have a nice trip.”
The sight of the younger boy’s retreating back for the millionth time sparks the beginning of second thoughts as YooChun feels his heart give off a now familiar ache.
04.
He sees the nurse approaching them urgently. “Mr. Kim’s surrogate family?” She asks with a faint blush on her cheeks.
With those words, there is no doubt that she is a Dong Bang Shin Ki fan.
“Follow me. There’s not much time…”
“What?” Yunho asks. “What do you mean not much time?”
“He was air-lifted here with severe injuries and he’s not responding to treatment…”
YooChun’s heart sinks to his stomach.
The nurse’s voice reaches his ears as if from far away. “I’m sorry, we called you as soon as we could. We’d like to give you a chance to say goodbye…”
Changmin bursts into tears.
03.
He pauses by the front door of the house and turns back towards him.
“Chunnie…”
Just like the million times that he’s left him before, whether it be for a minute or a day…or a week, he says the same three words, forcing them into YooChun’s brain and refusing to let him forget it until he finally decides to say it back.
“I love you.” Junsu says. His voice is no higher than a whisper.
02.
he enters the room by himself.
There is no beautiful smile.
There are no happily glittered eyes.
There is just silence. A silence that is so still that it is unnerving.
He stands by the bed, struggling to hold on to his composure.
And then as if a switch had been flipped, YooChun sinks to his knees and grips Junsu’s hand.
He stares fearfully at the now pale and expressionless face. The breathing he hears is labored and slow.
And then he finally says those three words that the younger boy had been endlessly asking to hear.
“Junsu…I love you.”
It takes a while for the noise of the machine to penetrate his fearful thoughts and then the nurses’ voices ring loud in his ears.
“He’s flat lining. Get the crash cart in here!”
“Charge to 200. Clear!”
He is pushed out of the way.
01.
He wishes for this..
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“Tell me something, Chunnie…”
“What do you want to know?”
“I don’t know. Tell me… something I don’t know…”
…
“I love you, Kim Junsu. With all my heart…”
… “ Psch…!Doofus…”
“What!”
“…I already knew that…”
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YooChun let’s go of the breath he is holding as he hears the machine mimic the sudden beating of his love’s heart.
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yes. he lived ^^ i can't bring myself to write a deathfic. *dies*
P.S. Can you guys help me out and tell me how to "properly" post on LJ??? i'm so confused, LOL. it always takes me ages to post!
(probably why im not very active, LOL)
and i don't know why my link doesn't work >.<"
Mianhae!
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