Follow Me Magician 1/3
Follow Me Magician
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: R, NC-17
Genre: Comedy, SciFi-ish, maybe Supernatural [If you squint!]
Warning: Copious amounts of sarcasm in 1st POV, unnecessary cursing, pretty much a stream of consciousness
Summary: Yoochun is forced into a school he wanted no part of. He wasn’t an illusionist or magician, whatever the hell the freaks in the school like to call themselves. Why would he intentionally label himself a freak? But Yoochun has a secret and now he won’t be able to hide it for much longer since it was the reason he landed in this place to begin with. The emo kid with long hair never stops staring at him. The school’s number one genius hates his guts enough to make class time impossible. The school’s sweetheart slash idol is actually not what he seems. In fact, he’s the opposite and somehow Yoochun ends up being on his black list too. To make matters worse, he’s pretty sure there’s something weird going on in this school. Something is after him. And he’s pretty sure it’s not ghosts. Some people call it paranoia, Park Yoochun calls it, being royally fucked. Can he finally manage to fit in when his only allies are a nosy professor, his nemesis’s brother and a best friend who seems to have a knack for getting him into trouble?
Part: 1, 2(M), 3(M)
A/N: Because illusionists are damn awesome and tachikoma29 stole my YooSu cookies when I wasn't looking. Here's your ransom darlin. And also a shout out to missvue09 for suggesting I enter theyoosu_yongwonhi contest. I'm sorry I didn't. But here's what came of the idea.
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It’s hard to believe this place has been named one of the top schools in the continent and I’m somehow in the middle of it. The people that come here are freaks, freaks of nature that prefer a world of numbers and letters over pictures or images. These people probably haven’t read a picture book since they were told what a picture book was. TVXQ School of Magic Arts & Engineering is a school for crafty inventors, the young but mighty IQs that desire fame for spectacle by creating illusions the world can eat up while secretly making giant leaps in science research in the process. And while their flashy performances might be nothing short of spectacular, the point of the matter is that these people are some of the brightest minds in the world and freakishly good at making it known. Some becoming master illusionists by the time they are twenty. Hence, freaks. On the other hand, I’m nothing short of average. I hate math and the last time I was in a science lab my station blew up. No lie. I was suspended for a month even though it was not my fault. Although, falling asleep during the prep talk might not have been the smartest idea. Anyway, I digress. The point of the matter is, this school sucks and I’m stuck here.
[Flashback]
“Mom! NO! “
My mother crossed her arms and gave me that are-you-serious-look before approaching me and squeezing my shoulder in what she hoped would be a comforting gesture. “Yoochun-ah, you were kicked out of three high schools for misconduct. You don’t have any other choice. This is the only school that will take you.”
I huffed and pulled away while trying to keep calm. “Why do I even have to go to university? You’d think that by now it would be clear that school is just not my thing. Especially a brainy kid school!”
“This isn’t just any school. It’s one of the most prestigious in the world. And after seeing you on TV the scouts were practically begging for you! Do you know what a big deal this is?” she flailed. “You might never get an opportunity like this again.” I knew she was right. And if I knew that look she was giving me now she was pretty much saying, you will NEVER get this opportunity again. Don’t you just love the faith of parents?
“That was an accident. Mom, come on. I couldn’t even pass regular geometry. Do you have any idea the level those people start at? Calculus, CALCULUS mom! And that’s if you’re behind!”
She sighed in defeat, or what I thought was defeat until she turned back to me sternly. “You’re going Yoochun. End of story. Start packing.”
I was sure that my eyes bugged out like saucers in that instant. “But…”
“No buts. You are still a minor in this country and have no choice in the matter. Now go upstairs and start packing.”
[End of Flashback]
No amount of proof of my stupidity could change my mother’s mind. A kid like me, as she put it, needs a little competition to thrive. What she doesn’t understand is that the last thing I can be to these freaks is competition. I’m like a bug they accidentally step on and never realize it. The only consolation I have is that with no amount of effort, I’ll be kicked out for lack of expected performance before the semester ends. Though, if this school wasn’t stuck in some godforsaken island, I’d make a run for it before I even step foot in a classroom.
I have to say though, for a snooty kid school the place is actually kind of nice. I mean, it’s a damn castle for sure but nothing medieval. Rather than stone you can see red brick and some visible wooden structures. Plus, this is technically a technology school, birthplace of cutting edge innovation. I’m sure they actually have electricity. Lush grasslands surround most of the structures but the woodlands aren’t too far behind. I hope the wildlife here is tame enough. I’m going to need a refuge outside of these walls if I’m to keep my sanity. Mind you, I’m perfectly fine flunking and sleeping through everything. It’s the freaks I’m worried about.
“Ah, you’re here. I was afraid you’d gotten lost. Park Yoochun, right?”
“Uh. Yeah.”
“Professor Rain. I’ll be your Writing in the Discipline instructor and as it happens also your advisor” said a strikingly tall and brawny individual. Rain? Really? Is this guy trying to go all epic or something? I reached for his hand to shake with nothing more than a nod. He pointed me toward the desks and I took one by the window. If I have to sit through this mess I might as well have something nice to look at, no? “Okay class, take your seats. It’s our first day but not one to slack” he egged on.
“You’re in my seat” I heard someone say.
“Huh?”
“This is classroom 13B. That’s my seat you’re sitting in.” I looked up to find a tall dark haired kid with big bug eyes and ears that stuck too far from his head. In spite of that, he is obviously attractive and was he not looking at me like he wanted to pummel me to the wall, I’d say kind of cute. Well, cute is the wrong word. Maybe if he smiled he’d be cute. But those big dark brown eyes did make him look too innocent. Unless, he wasn’t acting as such. Like now.
I caught a glimpse of the flex of his fingers against his book and I realized right away I wouldn’t survive a punch from a hand like that. “Um… okay” I said and moved to the window seat at the back corner. I intend to spend the rest of the class time day dreaming about my escape just to forget this messy encounter.
~*@*~A Mentalist Psychology class. How can I describe this course without sounding like I’m paranoid? Honestly, I don’t think I can. It’s like the kids in this class can see me naked, like they memorize my every move with a purpose. I’m kind of freaked out. Yeah, Park Yoochun is freaked out by the freaks. The dark curtains casting a shadowy eerie feel upon the room did not help either. I just can’t be calm while I’m here. To make matters worse, I’m almost positive the pretty emo kid with long hair, well long hair for a guy anyway, won’t stop looking at me from across the room. What the fuck?!
“You really should be paying attention. This is probably the most useful class you will take here” I heard. But instead of looking, I closed my eyes and buried my face in my hands. “What’s the matter? Are you mute? Of course it would be a mute guy” I heard them sigh from next to me.
For a second, I was tempted to say that I was. But I know that would only encourage buffoonery. “I’m not mute. I’m jet lagged” I whispered so no one else would hear. After that, I refuse to say anything else. I am still too anxious and too creeped out to even formulate coherency.
Lost in my head, I didn’t realize time pass by until a loud bell rung suddenly. Oh thank you time gods, class is finally over! I’ve never been so nervous in my life. I wonder if ditching my last class on the first day would be considered as a penalty around here. Then again, why should I care? I thought as I watched everyone leave.
“You didn’t have to be such a dick about it. He was only trying to be friendly. And useful. Isn’t that what you’d prefer? Don’t you always say how useless and pathetic we are?”
Damn. Every time, he has to follow me. “I thought I left you at the other school?”
“I’m like super smart Chun. You can’t fool me and I can go anywhere I want. Besides, what would you do without me? I’m your only friend. Be thankful I didn’t out you. You know I am more than capable.”
“I swear Jongsuk. Half the time, I think I’m still making you up. You are too ridiculous to be real” I said, letting my so called only friend follow me out of the class room.
Jongsuk was tall. Very tall. And has the looks to boot. He could have been a model. But as it turns out, he was kind of smart and being famous for his looks was never his intention. If he wasn’t so devious and annoyingly vocal, I probably would have warmed up to him faster. Then again, our friendship is somewhat unique. Remember that incident about blowing up my science lab? Well that was ALL HIM. Yeah. That surely takes some getting used to.
“What’s your next class?” he asked.
“And here I thought you would know my schedule better than me.”
“Wah?! I’m no stalker.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“Honestly. If I wanted to be a stalker there wouldn’t be a waking moment where you wouldn’t see me” he announced proudly.
I looked at him and just for kicks around the stairwell we were on. Can you blame me? I still felt like I was being mind fucked. Ever since I stepped foot on this place I feel like I am being watched. “Stage Strategy and Analysis” I informed.
“Sounds like fun.”
“It sounds like a something only rich kids can afford.”
~*@*~“Jaejoong, would you mind telling us how we can distract the audience from catching the trick too quickly during this stunt?” asked the Strategies professor.
I noticed the same kid I thought was burning wholes through my skull in the psych class looks surprisingly harmless in broad daylight. He is indeed pretty, prettier than most girls. Although, he is most definitely a guy. He may have a skinny waist but he’s too broad and his arms are too toned to be an ordinary girl’s. So far he’s proven to not be much of a talker. “Sound” is all he said, which judging by the satisfied look on the professor’s face is the right answer.
“Very nice. Now, Mr. Kim here will demonstrate. Junsu? Please, go ahead.”
This Junsu kid smiled sweetly. A little too sweetly if you ask me. He seems annoying. “Doesn’t he look amazing? The platinum hair really suits him” a girl next to me said.
“Gah! He’s just too perfect” another responded. It looks as if he’s the popular kid in school. At least I know who to avoid for sure now.
His movements are very suave, but quick. It’s like he wants you to try to follow what he is doing. His humming is something straight out of a horror flick but in a good way. Junsu’s voice almost seems to put people in a trance. It is unique, sweet and melodic. And yet it makes my heart beat faster, like that is the intention. This stunt is apparently complicated and from the whispers around the crowd almost downright impossible. All of a sudden I’m hearing claps and cheers and by time I look to the stage again, he is already walking off it.
I felt someone walk next to me when they said, “It’s not. Obviously. He did it didn’t he? It’s just an old trick no one knows about with a few alterations to make it more modern.” Was I thinking out loud again? The thought petrified me. “He has to do it before the material hardens, that’s all.” I looked at the girl next to me and then back at the two transparent walls on the stage.
“THEY ARE NOT SOLID?” I blurted out.
“Very good Mr. Park. You are certainly living up to your reputation. I was just about ask if anyone caught the secret. It looks like you still have to work on this trick Mr. Kim” the professor announced, from which a collective gasp filled the room. Uh oh. Shit. Even though I know I shouldn’t, something drove me to look at this Junsu kid. He looked embarrassed, to the point of blushing. “Don’t worry Mr. Kim, there’s a first time for everything. We all meet our match at some point.”
Now I’m sure the professor meant for his comment to flatter me, and possibly create some friendly competition. But I’m the only one here who knows just how impossible that is. The last thing I need are expectations from someone other than my mother. “Uh, no… I just…” I tried.
But I am rudely interrupted. “Now kids, don’t forget to submit your proposal essay to me next week. Remember, this will be the only time I let you guys decide what you want to learn so take advantage of it. Have a good day!”
“You really are too easy Chun” Jongsuk said, appearing out of nowhere.
“You told her to do that to me didn’t you?” I asked in despair.
“What if I did? Getting a little attention never hurt anybody.”
“I hate you.”
“Doll, you love me. You wouldn’t be here without me” he said like the diva Jongsuk would never admit he was.
“Exactly my point. Aish!” I replied, stomping off.
~*@*~
Yeah, this cafe is definitely creepy. Why would anyone want to eat here? Then again, who would pass on a full gourmet buffet and soft serve ice cream machine? I’m hopeless. I know. But you would be too if sweets were your weakness. Despite what you may think, I’m actually a very picky eater. I don’t do spicy food which apparently makes me a horrible Korean. And anything overly salty, forget about it. Fortunately for me, my mom taught me to cook for myself since I was thirteen so I would never have to endure hunger due to lack of options. Well, that and I ditched school enough times to be home during lunch time. For today, ice cream it is.
The machine is stuck in some awkward place between a wall and other desert options in a far corner of the room where no tables were near. The area is practically blocked from view with two large ivy plants marking the entrance. I’m guessing the inclination to keep the room below room temperature had something to do with it. Not that most people would notice. But I have always been more sensitive to such things than others.
“Ooo raspberry!” I mumbled.
“Who eats dessert before a meal?” a very familiar high husky voice said. Oh no. Please don’t let him be who I think it is. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Shit. Shit. Shit.
I think I waited too long to respond because the next think I know I’m being forcibly turned and slammed against the wall. All thoughts of my sweet treat tossed out the window and stomped on as if they were not already in pieces. I looked up and there he was. Junsu, in the flesh. And I have to say his boyish good looks can be remarkably deceptive. I almost smiled instead of shrink in fear like I’m sure he wanted me to do. Even in anger, his beautifully round tear-shaped eyes sparkled.
What the hell am I thinking? This guys is about to pummel me and I’m here thinking of how pretty he is. Dammit, Yoochun. You’re survival instincts suck. But to be fair, the only indication that he was angry was the slight flare of his cute little nose as he looked up at me and the fact that he just pushed me with more force than can be called friendly. Oh and have I mentioned I’m like two inches taller than him? This is certainly awkward. It’s time to make a run for it.
The cafe is still crowded so disappearing into it isn’t exactly hard. Now if I could remember where the nearest restroom is so I may bury my pathetic little self in shame and humiliation without the threat of an audience, that would be great. I came to stop at the door to the stairway. Seriously, six fucking floors and only one elevator hidden who knows where to speak of. What genius designed this school? Out of all of the times for Jongsuk to leave me alone, today was probably the worst.
“Hey!”
Oh crap. Junsu. I’m guessing stairs are a bad idea since he can easily catch up to me. I found myself turning on the next hallway and low and behold, there was the elevator. Maybe karma is on my side today.
“Hey! Stop right there!” he shouted following after me as I pushed the elevator button.
The doors opened and I rushed in. That could have been so close I thought to myself. I almost sighed in relief but it got caught in my throat when a hand suddenly jammed between the doors, forcing them open. You have got to be kidding me?! I watched him smile triumphantly as I felt my knees turn into putty. Fuck my pathetic self. I literally heard myself squeak as he made his way and poised himself in front of me. “Listen when someone is talking to you, stop and fuckin listen! And thanks to you, OW!” he said shaking his hand. Again, only I would think that was cute at a time like this.
“I-I’m sorry” I managed to reply, cause for him to stop and turn his full attention to me. For the first time since I’ve laid eyes on him, I actually felt intimidated.
“Let’s not beat around the bush, what are you playing at Park Yoochun?” Junsu asked, arms crossed and full weight on one leg. Those legs look like they could kick the crap out of me.
I tried not to stutter again but I failed. Obviously. “I-I don’t know w-what you m-mean.” He walked closer until he was only inches away from me. I don’t think he realizes how close we are or how shady this position could seem to anyone who walks through those doors. Which reminds me, why aren’t we moving? Did he rig the elevator?
“If you are trying to make me look bad, it won’t work. No one in this school will believe that you are smarter than me, got that?! Now stay out of my way. I’m warning you” he insisted. Damn, this kid definitely does not like me. So I nodded like the coward that I am, hoping that would ease his anger. His eyes squinted as he pouted contemplating me. I stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. He pushed forward and my eyes shut instantly, anticipating a hit. But nothing came. I heard him laugh instead. “You’re really scared of being beat up aren’t you?” he asked amused. “Or maybe you’re just too stupid to know you have the choice of resisting.” I wasn’t really scared. More like, I was used to it. That didn’t mean that being struck would hurt any less though.
Junsu turned to press the red button. The elevator roared before it made any indication that it was about to move. The lights flickered and an abrupt jump made us both stumble. Perfect, the only elevator in the building was ancient. When it finally stopped at ground level the damn thing stalled again and I found myself reaching for Junsu as I watched him slip on to his back.
HOLY MAGIC JESUS! I’m kissing Junsu, the school’s idol! Perfect, just bloody perfect! What’s the matter with me?! I can’t seem to move. Maybe because his lips are so silky smooth and warm, every fiber in me tells me to stay right where I am. No matter how unsanitary the elevator floor may be. Or maybe because I know that when I pull away his bratty self will probably beat me to a pulp.
A bell rang as the doors opened and what welcomed us were the surprised faces of two unsuspecting female students, wide eyed and blushing at the sight. Junsu pushed me off him and stood rubbing his lips with back of his palm, panic stricken eyes burning holes into mine. My mouth moved to apologize but before any sound made it out, he was already running out the doors.
Oh yeah, I’m most definitely screwed.
~*@*~It wasn’t like I was not used to feeling paranoid. In fact, I totally am. But the last two weeks have been perhaps the most nerve wrecking two weeks I’ve ever had. And believe me, school has never been in any way, shape or form a peaceful place for me in all my years as a dutiful youth of society. But this, whatever this is that’s going on in this damn school is well beyond both my comfort and tolerance levels. This isn’t paranoia people. This is being tremendously fucked! You see, I have a secret. A secret that for the lack of better words, fucks me up at every stage of life without fail. Well, since puberty at least. Why you may ask? Well, for that I’d have to tell you what the secret is. But that’s not relevant right now. What’s relevant is that I’m here. In a school where I feel I’m being targeted. For now, I’ll assume that eerie feeling that I’m being watched at every corner is my imagination though.
However, the Jaejoong kid still won’t stop staring at me. Even more amazing is that he doesn’t seem bothered by fact that everyone notices he stares at me. Even more puzzling still, is that we have every class together. We even sleep in the same dorm. He’s worse than a ghost. Jongsuk isn’t even this bad.
“So, you think he’s stalking you?” said annoying friend mocked from a branch above my head. I will in no way ever dine in that creepy cafeteria. Mark my words. This mess of trees and grass just outside the premises will have to do.
“Don’t sound so shocked. You do it every day.”
I heard him scoff, but I stood by my words. “I’d be more worried about that Junsu kid. Mr. Sexy Copperfield practically gives you the stink eye every time you cross paths. He’s a kid prodigy, you know. He’s been here since he was eleven. He could kill you and no one would ever find your body” he informed.
“What? I thought this was a university? How can he...”
“Don’t you ever listen to anything your parents’ tell you? Aish. This is a research institute. Technically you can come here as long as you have the aptitude for it. You have to stay a minimum of at least 4 years but beyond that is your call.”
I crinched. Honestly, just my luck. “So I managed to piss of the king of the freaks? Nice one Yoochun” I mused out loud.
Jongsuk laughed. “Actually, yes. But he’s not the king. Changmin, has been here since he was nine. You sat at his desk, remember? And he just happens to be Junsu’s best friend and prime engineer. So you could say, you’ve pissed off the king AND queen. Don’t worry though, they won’t ever attack you in public. But I’d keep a wand under your pillow Mr. Magician.” he said laughing.
“WATCH OUT!”
A sudden searing pain struck my head as I turned toward the sound. I could feel something warm trickling down my cheek but my arms were growing numb and heavy so I couldn’t move. In the moments that followed, there was suddenly no gravity.
~*@*~
“Mhm. It looks like he’s coming to. Hey, kid. Are you alright?”
Is that Heechul, the school doctor? What the hell?! I opened my eyes slowly. The light burned my retina and my head feels like someone banged it against a wall. “What happened?” I asked trying to sit up.
“Woah there tiger, stay put. It seems you don’t have a concussion but you have a massive bump on your forehead. You’ll be unsteady” Heechul informed.
Through blurry eyes I saw a tall tanned silhouette approach the bed and stand next to me. He’s handsome but at the moment he looked ridiculous in his panic. “Yo man, I’m so sorry! I should have known my off day was going to affect someone. SHIT! Are you okay? Is there anything I can do? Dude, seriously... I’m so...”
“I believe you” I said trying to silence him.
“See, he’s fine. Heechul even said so. Now can we please go back, hyung. We need to practice. You timing isn’t anywhere what it is supposed to be” another voice interrupted. A voice I had heard countless times before answering questions during class and throwing backhanded insults my way when no one was paying attention. Changmin. Perfect. Just what I need, another one of the school snob’s friends on my tail because strategies class just wouldn’t be the same without Junsu trying to underhandedly humiliate me every chance he gets.
The school doctor slapped the back of his head and growled. Yes, the effeminate looking man growled. SCORE! If I couldn’t do it, someone might as well. “I said he will be fine EVENTUALLY. At the moment he has a 1st degree burn on his forehead and possible vertigo so he will need assistance back to his dorm. Yunho, since you’re the one that kicked that questionable concoction of nitrogen in his general direction if you would.” That was not a question.
“No that’s...” I started.
“YES! It’s the least I can do” Yunho said, completely disregarding Changmin’s pout. Damn. How can that kid look so cute when he’s a devil?! Not that anyone would ever know. Sneaky bastard. My butt still hurt from our last encounter. He may look harmless but he’s stronger than he looks and one shove was all it took to have me rolling down to the floor. Man I hate that guy. Now I can add the school’s hottie to that list of people to avoid like a plague. But I may be getting ahead of myself. Yunho seems like a nice guy, even if he is associated with the school’s dynamic duo.
“Look I’m...”
“Sorry, I know. Don’t fret. I’m fine. Another scar won’t exactly make much of difference on my profile” I half joked. But he cringed and I immediately felt the guilt course through me. Or it might be that vertigo Dr. Heechul was talking about because I could barely step up the stairs suddenly. “I think I just found out what vertigo means.”
His face was only centimeters from mine in a matter of seconds. I almost fell on my ass from the shock. I really should do something about this clumsy streak I seem to be on. “Mhm. Take deep breath and let it go slowly” he advised. I was going to nod but opted for a hum of agreement. Risking another brain swoosh would most likely add to my misery. But then, as if he could read my mind, two warm hands held my head in place. I swear if I blushed I will never have the dignity to step out in public and call myself a man.
“Better?” he asked. I hummed in response. “Good. Now brace yourself.”
“Eh? For what?” I questioned. “WOAH!” All gravity was lost again.
~*@*~
“You didn’t have to carry me all the way up here” I said when we entered my room. Honestly, I wish I could say that it was weird. And it is I’m sure on some level it is but it’s nice too. Yunho is being nice and so far no one’s been nice. My life is pathetic, I know.
“It was either that or another trip to Queen Heechul’s lair. And Judging by how quick you were to get out of there, I’m assuming the former was a better option,” he said sitting next to me on the bed. “You have your own room? That’s pretty sweet for a rookie.”
“Uh. Yeah. Medical reasons. Nothing major. I... uh... I sleep walk. Sometimes. Not all the time. It’s usually stressed induced. But you really didn’t need to know any of that. I’m sorry. I’m not good with people.” Oh fuck. Someone just shut me up already.
To my surprise, he laughed. “For a dude, you’re cute when you’re flustered. Then again, you’re kind of pretty under all that hair too.” Crap. Did THE Yunho just call me cute AND pretty? Yes, yes he did! I am trying very hard to not squeal like the little kid I am not. Oh yeah, in case it’s not painfully obvious already, I am gay. That’s not the secret though. Only my mother, brother and Jongsuk know but it’s not really that much of an issue yet. “You remind me of someone. Probably Jaejoong. He’s kind of like you, though, not really as likeable at first impression.”
“He creeps me out,” I said without thinking. Seriously, where is Jongsuk when I need him?
Yunho laughed again, “He’s alright. He’s just shy.”
“You’re really not a snob at all are you?” Ten points for hitting the ego. One of these days, I’m going to have to just sew my lips together. “I mean, I... didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that you’re friends with Changmin and Junsu is friends with Changmin and they don’t really like me very much for reasons I don’t know and... yeah.” I give up. My brain has received its last shock. I’m completely and utterly socially stupid. Cognitively too. It’s just the social part that seems to get me into trouble.
“Changmin is my brother” he confessed as if I hadn’t just basically insulted his whole blood line. “I’m sorry they treat you that way. Neither of them is used to be being challenged and I guess you do that.” Well there’s something I didn’t expect. If they only knew the truth I’m sure that would ease their tension. “I’ll talk to them and see if I can get them to back off a little.”
“NO! That’s really not necessary” I screamed practically launching my paranoid self onto him which really hurt because he’s really hard. Defined. But not uncomfortable. I wonder how soft his hair is. No Yoochun. Stop. Don’t. Yep. Very soft indeed. “Uh. Sorry.” What an idiot. Because a SORRY is going to justify the fact that you’ve practically molested him.
“It’s only fair that I get to do the same then” he said reaching out for my hair. His fingers just barely grazed my skin but damn did it feel good. It’s official, I’m way too deprived. “Silky smooth.” Tch. I’m definitely blushing too. Like I said, no dignity whatsoever.
Alright, this has to stop before we both do something stupid. “I should sleep. My head hurts” I said.
“Yeah, good idea.” But he didn’t move. So I did. I know, amazing. When my mouth takes a beating at least I can praise my self-control. He realized I was trying to be serious so he stood before smiling and turning toward the door. Just as he reached for the knob he looked back, “Have lunch with me.”
“I don’t know. Are your friends going to be there?”
“Probably. But I won’t let them mess with you. Maybe if they see how cool you are, they’ll change their minds.”
That’ll be close to a miracle. “Okay, sure. But if I get another injury, I’m holding you responsible.”
“Sure thing. See you tomorrow” he agreed already walking out. Damn, he’s kind of perfect. Tall, dark and handsome. And he has to be smart to be here, right?
“Well, isn’t he just your type” Jongsuk said as he came out of the bathroom.
I damn near gave myself whiplash turning and my heart almost stopped. “HOLY CRAP! Have you been in there the whole time? Are you insane?!”
“Why? Because you were expecting a little hanky panky with Mr. Hottie Houdini?” he mocked with a laugh.
This kid seriously gets on my nerves sometimes. “Jongsuk, go away.”
“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you” he said.
“What do you mean? Are you saying he’s...”
“I’m not saying anything Yoochun. Just be careful okay. That trio is known for their antics. They are used to getting what they want. That may not make Yunho a bad guy but his friends have certainly proved to have a liking for your misery. Even if everyone here thinks they are the perfect princes.”
~*@*~
If not now, it will probably never happen. I am determined to not walk out of class until I make it clear to this kid that I just don’t appreciate being stared at.
“Mr. Park, can I talk to you for a minute” Professor Rain suddenly said. I looked at him trying not to show any annoyance. Damn. I wanted to get to him before I lost my nerve. “Look, I know you’ve been having a rough a time and it may be keeping you from participating in class. You’re one of the handful of people who are new this year and I just want to let you know that whatever your misfortune or troubles, I can help. I know you are bright. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. So let me help you.”
Tch. If only you knew. “Thank you, professor. But I’m fine” is all I said before walking out the door catching up to this Jaejoong kid. “HEY. We need to talk.”
To my surprise, he smiled. He fucking smiled. “It took you long enough. It’s been almost three weeks, Park Yoochun.”
“You know who I am?” I asked.
“Everyone does silly. You’ve been the talk of the school since before you even got here. And considering you’ve done nothing but antagonize the school prodigies, I’d say the hype isn’t dying anytime soon” he said.
“I’m not antagonizing anybody. They are the ones that throw jabs at me” I grunted.
“I know.” Come again? Well there’s a shocker. “But the school doesn’t see it that way. No one knows they’re jerks” he finished with a cheeky grin. I must have shown my shock because the next thing I know he’s explaining himself. “I’m a mentalist. I’d be a fool if I didn’t know something so simple.” Oh yeah, because I know what the fuck a mentalist is. Again, he laughed. “You really are an open book. How about lunch at that massive tree of yours and I can explain a few things to you.”
Interesting. This is not playing out the way I thought it would. Then again, Yunho did say Jaejoong was a decent guy. But he doesn’t seem very shy to me. Looking at him up close, it’s easy to be drawn to him though. His skin is porcelain fair and smooth, the type that reflects and would probably absorb color better under dramatic lights. His lips are rosy and plumb, nothing dramatic but efficiently pretty. And then those eyes, those big black iris eyes are so hypnotic and sensual.
Oy. I really should get out more. “So do you have a habit of talking to yourself?” he asked.
“Huh?”
“You do that. Most of the time you mumble. Sometimes you talk. It must be a nervous habit. You have plenty of those.”
I’m so not ready to have this conversation. “So what exactly is a mentalist?”
“It’s a touchy subject, I see. That’s okay. We’ll skip it for now” he said clearing his throat. “A mentalist is a psychic illusionist. Just like the name says, a mentalist is a master people reader and profiler. Psychology and Mathematics are my specialties. I read people’s cues, gestures, style, voice, etc. Pretty much anything that can provide me with information as to who, what, when, where, and why. Sometimes even the how. Quick calculations can sometimes help.”
“So like Dunninger or Alexander?”
“Good to know you at least know your illusionists. And yeah, though I’m more of a Dunninger I would think.”
“I don’t know. You’re kind of exotic looking. You can pull of some flare. According to the documentary my mom made me watch before coming here, Alexander was a flashy dude.”
“You think so? Mhm” he chuckled. Even his voice was hypnotic. Almost like he didn’t need air to speak, it just flowed out him like a song.
“Why are you here Jaejoong? You don’t seem like the fantastical type. And someone with skills like yours, you could already be doing something worthwhile” I had the mind to ask. “Why would anyone want to come here?”
He turned to me, leaning against the trunk so that that sun caught his eyes. They squinted and it looked like he was smiling but I wasn’t too sure. “Not everyone is like Junsu and Yunho. Everyone here has a talent worth exploiting. But most of us come here for the experience of being here. TVXQ School of Magic Arts & Engineering is funded by the spectacle of illusion but at its core it’s a science and research school. One of the best, no matter the field. I’m only as good as I am now because of this school. I’ve been here three years already and I still feel I have so much to learn, to discover. I envy people like Changmin, Junsu and Yunho who have practically changed history with their abilities when I’m just barely getting to know mine. You’re like us too you know. Soon you will learn to explore your knowledge.”
This kid is deep but couldn’t be any more wrong. I wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place. It was an accident and it was blown way out of proportion. I don’t even know how I got to be here. What if I told him right now the truth of what got me here? Will he resent me, think I’m crazy or worse... both? I better not risk it.
Chapter: 2(M)
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: R, NC-17
Genre: Comedy, SciFi-ish, maybe Supernatural [If you squint!]
Warning: Copious amounts of sarcasm in 1st POV, unnecessary cursing, pretty much a stream of consciousness
Summary: Yoochun is forced into a school he wanted no part of. He wasn’t an illusionist or magician, whatever the hell the freaks in the school like to call themselves. Why would he intentionally label himself a freak? But Yoochun has a secret and now he won’t be able to hide it for much longer since it was the reason he landed in this place to begin with. The emo kid with long hair never stops staring at him. The school’s number one genius hates his guts enough to make class time impossible. The school’s sweetheart slash idol is actually not what he seems. In fact, he’s the opposite and somehow Yoochun ends up being on his black list too. To make matters worse, he’s pretty sure there’s something weird going on in this school. Something is after him. And he’s pretty sure it’s not ghosts. Some people call it paranoia, Park Yoochun calls it, being royally fucked. Can he finally manage to fit in when his only allies are a nosy professor, his nemesis’s brother and a best friend who seems to have a knack for getting him into trouble?
Part: 1, 2(M), 3(M)
A/N: Because illusionists are damn awesome and tachikoma29 stole my YooSu cookies when I wasn't looking. Here's your ransom darlin. And also a shout out to missvue09 for suggesting I enter theyoosu_yongwonhi contest. I'm sorry I didn't. But here's what came of the idea.
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It’s hard to believe this place has been named one of the top schools in the continent and I’m somehow in the middle of it. The people that come here are freaks, freaks of nature that prefer a world of numbers and letters over pictures or images. These people probably haven’t read a picture book since they were told what a picture book was. TVXQ School of Magic Arts & Engineering is a school for crafty inventors, the young but mighty IQs that desire fame for spectacle by creating illusions the world can eat up while secretly making giant leaps in science research in the process. And while their flashy performances might be nothing short of spectacular, the point of the matter is that these people are some of the brightest minds in the world and freakishly good at making it known. Some becoming master illusionists by the time they are twenty. Hence, freaks. On the other hand, I’m nothing short of average. I hate math and the last time I was in a science lab my station blew up. No lie. I was suspended for a month even though it was not my fault. Although, falling asleep during the prep talk might not have been the smartest idea. Anyway, I digress. The point of the matter is, this school sucks and I’m stuck here.
[Flashback]
“Mom! NO! “
My mother crossed her arms and gave me that are-you-serious-look before approaching me and squeezing my shoulder in what she hoped would be a comforting gesture. “Yoochun-ah, you were kicked out of three high schools for misconduct. You don’t have any other choice. This is the only school that will take you.”
I huffed and pulled away while trying to keep calm. “Why do I even have to go to university? You’d think that by now it would be clear that school is just not my thing. Especially a brainy kid school!”
“This isn’t just any school. It’s one of the most prestigious in the world. And after seeing you on TV the scouts were practically begging for you! Do you know what a big deal this is?” she flailed. “You might never get an opportunity like this again.” I knew she was right. And if I knew that look she was giving me now she was pretty much saying, you will NEVER get this opportunity again. Don’t you just love the faith of parents?
“That was an accident. Mom, come on. I couldn’t even pass regular geometry. Do you have any idea the level those people start at? Calculus, CALCULUS mom! And that’s if you’re behind!”
She sighed in defeat, or what I thought was defeat until she turned back to me sternly. “You’re going Yoochun. End of story. Start packing.”
I was sure that my eyes bugged out like saucers in that instant. “But…”
“No buts. You are still a minor in this country and have no choice in the matter. Now go upstairs and start packing.”
[End of Flashback]
No amount of proof of my stupidity could change my mother’s mind. A kid like me, as she put it, needs a little competition to thrive. What she doesn’t understand is that the last thing I can be to these freaks is competition. I’m like a bug they accidentally step on and never realize it. The only consolation I have is that with no amount of effort, I’ll be kicked out for lack of expected performance before the semester ends. Though, if this school wasn’t stuck in some godforsaken island, I’d make a run for it before I even step foot in a classroom.
I have to say though, for a snooty kid school the place is actually kind of nice. I mean, it’s a damn castle for sure but nothing medieval. Rather than stone you can see red brick and some visible wooden structures. Plus, this is technically a technology school, birthplace of cutting edge innovation. I’m sure they actually have electricity. Lush grasslands surround most of the structures but the woodlands aren’t too far behind. I hope the wildlife here is tame enough. I’m going to need a refuge outside of these walls if I’m to keep my sanity. Mind you, I’m perfectly fine flunking and sleeping through everything. It’s the freaks I’m worried about.
“Ah, you’re here. I was afraid you’d gotten lost. Park Yoochun, right?”
“Uh. Yeah.”
“Professor Rain. I’ll be your Writing in the Discipline instructor and as it happens also your advisor” said a strikingly tall and brawny individual. Rain? Really? Is this guy trying to go all epic or something? I reached for his hand to shake with nothing more than a nod. He pointed me toward the desks and I took one by the window. If I have to sit through this mess I might as well have something nice to look at, no? “Okay class, take your seats. It’s our first day but not one to slack” he egged on.
“You’re in my seat” I heard someone say.
“Huh?”
“This is classroom 13B. That’s my seat you’re sitting in.” I looked up to find a tall dark haired kid with big bug eyes and ears that stuck too far from his head. In spite of that, he is obviously attractive and was he not looking at me like he wanted to pummel me to the wall, I’d say kind of cute. Well, cute is the wrong word. Maybe if he smiled he’d be cute. But those big dark brown eyes did make him look too innocent. Unless, he wasn’t acting as such. Like now.
I caught a glimpse of the flex of his fingers against his book and I realized right away I wouldn’t survive a punch from a hand like that. “Um… okay” I said and moved to the window seat at the back corner. I intend to spend the rest of the class time day dreaming about my escape just to forget this messy encounter.
~*@*~A Mentalist Psychology class. How can I describe this course without sounding like I’m paranoid? Honestly, I don’t think I can. It’s like the kids in this class can see me naked, like they memorize my every move with a purpose. I’m kind of freaked out. Yeah, Park Yoochun is freaked out by the freaks. The dark curtains casting a shadowy eerie feel upon the room did not help either. I just can’t be calm while I’m here. To make matters worse, I’m almost positive the pretty emo kid with long hair, well long hair for a guy anyway, won’t stop looking at me from across the room. What the fuck?!
“You really should be paying attention. This is probably the most useful class you will take here” I heard. But instead of looking, I closed my eyes and buried my face in my hands. “What’s the matter? Are you mute? Of course it would be a mute guy” I heard them sigh from next to me.
For a second, I was tempted to say that I was. But I know that would only encourage buffoonery. “I’m not mute. I’m jet lagged” I whispered so no one else would hear. After that, I refuse to say anything else. I am still too anxious and too creeped out to even formulate coherency.
Lost in my head, I didn’t realize time pass by until a loud bell rung suddenly. Oh thank you time gods, class is finally over! I’ve never been so nervous in my life. I wonder if ditching my last class on the first day would be considered as a penalty around here. Then again, why should I care? I thought as I watched everyone leave.
“You didn’t have to be such a dick about it. He was only trying to be friendly. And useful. Isn’t that what you’d prefer? Don’t you always say how useless and pathetic we are?”
Damn. Every time, he has to follow me. “I thought I left you at the other school?”
“I’m like super smart Chun. You can’t fool me and I can go anywhere I want. Besides, what would you do without me? I’m your only friend. Be thankful I didn’t out you. You know I am more than capable.”
“I swear Jongsuk. Half the time, I think I’m still making you up. You are too ridiculous to be real” I said, letting my so called only friend follow me out of the class room.
Jongsuk was tall. Very tall. And has the looks to boot. He could have been a model. But as it turns out, he was kind of smart and being famous for his looks was never his intention. If he wasn’t so devious and annoyingly vocal, I probably would have warmed up to him faster. Then again, our friendship is somewhat unique. Remember that incident about blowing up my science lab? Well that was ALL HIM. Yeah. That surely takes some getting used to.
“What’s your next class?” he asked.
“And here I thought you would know my schedule better than me.”
“Wah?! I’m no stalker.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“Honestly. If I wanted to be a stalker there wouldn’t be a waking moment where you wouldn’t see me” he announced proudly.
I looked at him and just for kicks around the stairwell we were on. Can you blame me? I still felt like I was being mind fucked. Ever since I stepped foot on this place I feel like I am being watched. “Stage Strategy and Analysis” I informed.
“Sounds like fun.”
“It sounds like a something only rich kids can afford.”
~*@*~“Jaejoong, would you mind telling us how we can distract the audience from catching the trick too quickly during this stunt?” asked the Strategies professor.
I noticed the same kid I thought was burning wholes through my skull in the psych class looks surprisingly harmless in broad daylight. He is indeed pretty, prettier than most girls. Although, he is most definitely a guy. He may have a skinny waist but he’s too broad and his arms are too toned to be an ordinary girl’s. So far he’s proven to not be much of a talker. “Sound” is all he said, which judging by the satisfied look on the professor’s face is the right answer.
“Very nice. Now, Mr. Kim here will demonstrate. Junsu? Please, go ahead.”
This Junsu kid smiled sweetly. A little too sweetly if you ask me. He seems annoying. “Doesn’t he look amazing? The platinum hair really suits him” a girl next to me said.
“Gah! He’s just too perfect” another responded. It looks as if he’s the popular kid in school. At least I know who to avoid for sure now.
His movements are very suave, but quick. It’s like he wants you to try to follow what he is doing. His humming is something straight out of a horror flick but in a good way. Junsu’s voice almost seems to put people in a trance. It is unique, sweet and melodic. And yet it makes my heart beat faster, like that is the intention. This stunt is apparently complicated and from the whispers around the crowd almost downright impossible. All of a sudden I’m hearing claps and cheers and by time I look to the stage again, he is already walking off it.
I felt someone walk next to me when they said, “It’s not. Obviously. He did it didn’t he? It’s just an old trick no one knows about with a few alterations to make it more modern.” Was I thinking out loud again? The thought petrified me. “He has to do it before the material hardens, that’s all.” I looked at the girl next to me and then back at the two transparent walls on the stage.
“THEY ARE NOT SOLID?” I blurted out.
“Very good Mr. Park. You are certainly living up to your reputation. I was just about ask if anyone caught the secret. It looks like you still have to work on this trick Mr. Kim” the professor announced, from which a collective gasp filled the room. Uh oh. Shit. Even though I know I shouldn’t, something drove me to look at this Junsu kid. He looked embarrassed, to the point of blushing. “Don’t worry Mr. Kim, there’s a first time for everything. We all meet our match at some point.”
Now I’m sure the professor meant for his comment to flatter me, and possibly create some friendly competition. But I’m the only one here who knows just how impossible that is. The last thing I need are expectations from someone other than my mother. “Uh, no… I just…” I tried.
But I am rudely interrupted. “Now kids, don’t forget to submit your proposal essay to me next week. Remember, this will be the only time I let you guys decide what you want to learn so take advantage of it. Have a good day!”
“You really are too easy Chun” Jongsuk said, appearing out of nowhere.
“You told her to do that to me didn’t you?” I asked in despair.
“What if I did? Getting a little attention never hurt anybody.”
“I hate you.”
“Doll, you love me. You wouldn’t be here without me” he said like the diva Jongsuk would never admit he was.
“Exactly my point. Aish!” I replied, stomping off.
~*@*~
Yeah, this cafe is definitely creepy. Why would anyone want to eat here? Then again, who would pass on a full gourmet buffet and soft serve ice cream machine? I’m hopeless. I know. But you would be too if sweets were your weakness. Despite what you may think, I’m actually a very picky eater. I don’t do spicy food which apparently makes me a horrible Korean. And anything overly salty, forget about it. Fortunately for me, my mom taught me to cook for myself since I was thirteen so I would never have to endure hunger due to lack of options. Well, that and I ditched school enough times to be home during lunch time. For today, ice cream it is.
The machine is stuck in some awkward place between a wall and other desert options in a far corner of the room where no tables were near. The area is practically blocked from view with two large ivy plants marking the entrance. I’m guessing the inclination to keep the room below room temperature had something to do with it. Not that most people would notice. But I have always been more sensitive to such things than others.
“Ooo raspberry!” I mumbled.
“Who eats dessert before a meal?” a very familiar high husky voice said. Oh no. Please don’t let him be who I think it is. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Shit. Shit. Shit.
I think I waited too long to respond because the next think I know I’m being forcibly turned and slammed against the wall. All thoughts of my sweet treat tossed out the window and stomped on as if they were not already in pieces. I looked up and there he was. Junsu, in the flesh. And I have to say his boyish good looks can be remarkably deceptive. I almost smiled instead of shrink in fear like I’m sure he wanted me to do. Even in anger, his beautifully round tear-shaped eyes sparkled.
What the hell am I thinking? This guys is about to pummel me and I’m here thinking of how pretty he is. Dammit, Yoochun. You’re survival instincts suck. But to be fair, the only indication that he was angry was the slight flare of his cute little nose as he looked up at me and the fact that he just pushed me with more force than can be called friendly. Oh and have I mentioned I’m like two inches taller than him? This is certainly awkward. It’s time to make a run for it.
The cafe is still crowded so disappearing into it isn’t exactly hard. Now if I could remember where the nearest restroom is so I may bury my pathetic little self in shame and humiliation without the threat of an audience, that would be great. I came to stop at the door to the stairway. Seriously, six fucking floors and only one elevator hidden who knows where to speak of. What genius designed this school? Out of all of the times for Jongsuk to leave me alone, today was probably the worst.
“Hey!”
Oh crap. Junsu. I’m guessing stairs are a bad idea since he can easily catch up to me. I found myself turning on the next hallway and low and behold, there was the elevator. Maybe karma is on my side today.
“Hey! Stop right there!” he shouted following after me as I pushed the elevator button.
The doors opened and I rushed in. That could have been so close I thought to myself. I almost sighed in relief but it got caught in my throat when a hand suddenly jammed between the doors, forcing them open. You have got to be kidding me?! I watched him smile triumphantly as I felt my knees turn into putty. Fuck my pathetic self. I literally heard myself squeak as he made his way and poised himself in front of me. “Listen when someone is talking to you, stop and fuckin listen! And thanks to you, OW!” he said shaking his hand. Again, only I would think that was cute at a time like this.
“I-I’m sorry” I managed to reply, cause for him to stop and turn his full attention to me. For the first time since I’ve laid eyes on him, I actually felt intimidated.
“Let’s not beat around the bush, what are you playing at Park Yoochun?” Junsu asked, arms crossed and full weight on one leg. Those legs look like they could kick the crap out of me.
I tried not to stutter again but I failed. Obviously. “I-I don’t know w-what you m-mean.” He walked closer until he was only inches away from me. I don’t think he realizes how close we are or how shady this position could seem to anyone who walks through those doors. Which reminds me, why aren’t we moving? Did he rig the elevator?
“If you are trying to make me look bad, it won’t work. No one in this school will believe that you are smarter than me, got that?! Now stay out of my way. I’m warning you” he insisted. Damn, this kid definitely does not like me. So I nodded like the coward that I am, hoping that would ease his anger. His eyes squinted as he pouted contemplating me. I stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. He pushed forward and my eyes shut instantly, anticipating a hit. But nothing came. I heard him laugh instead. “You’re really scared of being beat up aren’t you?” he asked amused. “Or maybe you’re just too stupid to know you have the choice of resisting.” I wasn’t really scared. More like, I was used to it. That didn’t mean that being struck would hurt any less though.
Junsu turned to press the red button. The elevator roared before it made any indication that it was about to move. The lights flickered and an abrupt jump made us both stumble. Perfect, the only elevator in the building was ancient. When it finally stopped at ground level the damn thing stalled again and I found myself reaching for Junsu as I watched him slip on to his back.
HOLY MAGIC JESUS! I’m kissing Junsu, the school’s idol! Perfect, just bloody perfect! What’s the matter with me?! I can’t seem to move. Maybe because his lips are so silky smooth and warm, every fiber in me tells me to stay right where I am. No matter how unsanitary the elevator floor may be. Or maybe because I know that when I pull away his bratty self will probably beat me to a pulp.
A bell rang as the doors opened and what welcomed us were the surprised faces of two unsuspecting female students, wide eyed and blushing at the sight. Junsu pushed me off him and stood rubbing his lips with back of his palm, panic stricken eyes burning holes into mine. My mouth moved to apologize but before any sound made it out, he was already running out the doors.
Oh yeah, I’m most definitely screwed.
~*@*~It wasn’t like I was not used to feeling paranoid. In fact, I totally am. But the last two weeks have been perhaps the most nerve wrecking two weeks I’ve ever had. And believe me, school has never been in any way, shape or form a peaceful place for me in all my years as a dutiful youth of society. But this, whatever this is that’s going on in this damn school is well beyond both my comfort and tolerance levels. This isn’t paranoia people. This is being tremendously fucked! You see, I have a secret. A secret that for the lack of better words, fucks me up at every stage of life without fail. Well, since puberty at least. Why you may ask? Well, for that I’d have to tell you what the secret is. But that’s not relevant right now. What’s relevant is that I’m here. In a school where I feel I’m being targeted. For now, I’ll assume that eerie feeling that I’m being watched at every corner is my imagination though.
However, the Jaejoong kid still won’t stop staring at me. Even more amazing is that he doesn’t seem bothered by fact that everyone notices he stares at me. Even more puzzling still, is that we have every class together. We even sleep in the same dorm. He’s worse than a ghost. Jongsuk isn’t even this bad.
“So, you think he’s stalking you?” said annoying friend mocked from a branch above my head. I will in no way ever dine in that creepy cafeteria. Mark my words. This mess of trees and grass just outside the premises will have to do.
“Don’t sound so shocked. You do it every day.”
I heard him scoff, but I stood by my words. “I’d be more worried about that Junsu kid. Mr. Sexy Copperfield practically gives you the stink eye every time you cross paths. He’s a kid prodigy, you know. He’s been here since he was eleven. He could kill you and no one would ever find your body” he informed.
“What? I thought this was a university? How can he...”
“Don’t you ever listen to anything your parents’ tell you? Aish. This is a research institute. Technically you can come here as long as you have the aptitude for it. You have to stay a minimum of at least 4 years but beyond that is your call.”
I crinched. Honestly, just my luck. “So I managed to piss of the king of the freaks? Nice one Yoochun” I mused out loud.
Jongsuk laughed. “Actually, yes. But he’s not the king. Changmin, has been here since he was nine. You sat at his desk, remember? And he just happens to be Junsu’s best friend and prime engineer. So you could say, you’ve pissed off the king AND queen. Don’t worry though, they won’t ever attack you in public. But I’d keep a wand under your pillow Mr. Magician.” he said laughing.
“WATCH OUT!”
A sudden searing pain struck my head as I turned toward the sound. I could feel something warm trickling down my cheek but my arms were growing numb and heavy so I couldn’t move. In the moments that followed, there was suddenly no gravity.
~*@*~
“Mhm. It looks like he’s coming to. Hey, kid. Are you alright?”
Is that Heechul, the school doctor? What the hell?! I opened my eyes slowly. The light burned my retina and my head feels like someone banged it against a wall. “What happened?” I asked trying to sit up.
“Woah there tiger, stay put. It seems you don’t have a concussion but you have a massive bump on your forehead. You’ll be unsteady” Heechul informed.
Through blurry eyes I saw a tall tanned silhouette approach the bed and stand next to me. He’s handsome but at the moment he looked ridiculous in his panic. “Yo man, I’m so sorry! I should have known my off day was going to affect someone. SHIT! Are you okay? Is there anything I can do? Dude, seriously... I’m so...”
“I believe you” I said trying to silence him.
“See, he’s fine. Heechul even said so. Now can we please go back, hyung. We need to practice. You timing isn’t anywhere what it is supposed to be” another voice interrupted. A voice I had heard countless times before answering questions during class and throwing backhanded insults my way when no one was paying attention. Changmin. Perfect. Just what I need, another one of the school snob’s friends on my tail because strategies class just wouldn’t be the same without Junsu trying to underhandedly humiliate me every chance he gets.
The school doctor slapped the back of his head and growled. Yes, the effeminate looking man growled. SCORE! If I couldn’t do it, someone might as well. “I said he will be fine EVENTUALLY. At the moment he has a 1st degree burn on his forehead and possible vertigo so he will need assistance back to his dorm. Yunho, since you’re the one that kicked that questionable concoction of nitrogen in his general direction if you would.” That was not a question.
“No that’s...” I started.
“YES! It’s the least I can do” Yunho said, completely disregarding Changmin’s pout. Damn. How can that kid look so cute when he’s a devil?! Not that anyone would ever know. Sneaky bastard. My butt still hurt from our last encounter. He may look harmless but he’s stronger than he looks and one shove was all it took to have me rolling down to the floor. Man I hate that guy. Now I can add the school’s hottie to that list of people to avoid like a plague. But I may be getting ahead of myself. Yunho seems like a nice guy, even if he is associated with the school’s dynamic duo.
“Look I’m...”
“Sorry, I know. Don’t fret. I’m fine. Another scar won’t exactly make much of difference on my profile” I half joked. But he cringed and I immediately felt the guilt course through me. Or it might be that vertigo Dr. Heechul was talking about because I could barely step up the stairs suddenly. “I think I just found out what vertigo means.”
His face was only centimeters from mine in a matter of seconds. I almost fell on my ass from the shock. I really should do something about this clumsy streak I seem to be on. “Mhm. Take deep breath and let it go slowly” he advised. I was going to nod but opted for a hum of agreement. Risking another brain swoosh would most likely add to my misery. But then, as if he could read my mind, two warm hands held my head in place. I swear if I blushed I will never have the dignity to step out in public and call myself a man.
“Better?” he asked. I hummed in response. “Good. Now brace yourself.”
“Eh? For what?” I questioned. “WOAH!” All gravity was lost again.
~*@*~
“You didn’t have to carry me all the way up here” I said when we entered my room. Honestly, I wish I could say that it was weird. And it is I’m sure on some level it is but it’s nice too. Yunho is being nice and so far no one’s been nice. My life is pathetic, I know.
“It was either that or another trip to Queen Heechul’s lair. And Judging by how quick you were to get out of there, I’m assuming the former was a better option,” he said sitting next to me on the bed. “You have your own room? That’s pretty sweet for a rookie.”
“Uh. Yeah. Medical reasons. Nothing major. I... uh... I sleep walk. Sometimes. Not all the time. It’s usually stressed induced. But you really didn’t need to know any of that. I’m sorry. I’m not good with people.” Oh fuck. Someone just shut me up already.
To my surprise, he laughed. “For a dude, you’re cute when you’re flustered. Then again, you’re kind of pretty under all that hair too.” Crap. Did THE Yunho just call me cute AND pretty? Yes, yes he did! I am trying very hard to not squeal like the little kid I am not. Oh yeah, in case it’s not painfully obvious already, I am gay. That’s not the secret though. Only my mother, brother and Jongsuk know but it’s not really that much of an issue yet. “You remind me of someone. Probably Jaejoong. He’s kind of like you, though, not really as likeable at first impression.”
“He creeps me out,” I said without thinking. Seriously, where is Jongsuk when I need him?
Yunho laughed again, “He’s alright. He’s just shy.”
“You’re really not a snob at all are you?” Ten points for hitting the ego. One of these days, I’m going to have to just sew my lips together. “I mean, I... didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that you’re friends with Changmin and Junsu is friends with Changmin and they don’t really like me very much for reasons I don’t know and... yeah.” I give up. My brain has received its last shock. I’m completely and utterly socially stupid. Cognitively too. It’s just the social part that seems to get me into trouble.
“Changmin is my brother” he confessed as if I hadn’t just basically insulted his whole blood line. “I’m sorry they treat you that way. Neither of them is used to be being challenged and I guess you do that.” Well there’s something I didn’t expect. If they only knew the truth I’m sure that would ease their tension. “I’ll talk to them and see if I can get them to back off a little.”
“NO! That’s really not necessary” I screamed practically launching my paranoid self onto him which really hurt because he’s really hard. Defined. But not uncomfortable. I wonder how soft his hair is. No Yoochun. Stop. Don’t. Yep. Very soft indeed. “Uh. Sorry.” What an idiot. Because a SORRY is going to justify the fact that you’ve practically molested him.
“It’s only fair that I get to do the same then” he said reaching out for my hair. His fingers just barely grazed my skin but damn did it feel good. It’s official, I’m way too deprived. “Silky smooth.” Tch. I’m definitely blushing too. Like I said, no dignity whatsoever.
Alright, this has to stop before we both do something stupid. “I should sleep. My head hurts” I said.
“Yeah, good idea.” But he didn’t move. So I did. I know, amazing. When my mouth takes a beating at least I can praise my self-control. He realized I was trying to be serious so he stood before smiling and turning toward the door. Just as he reached for the knob he looked back, “Have lunch with me.”
“I don’t know. Are your friends going to be there?”
“Probably. But I won’t let them mess with you. Maybe if they see how cool you are, they’ll change their minds.”
That’ll be close to a miracle. “Okay, sure. But if I get another injury, I’m holding you responsible.”
“Sure thing. See you tomorrow” he agreed already walking out. Damn, he’s kind of perfect. Tall, dark and handsome. And he has to be smart to be here, right?
“Well, isn’t he just your type” Jongsuk said as he came out of the bathroom.
I damn near gave myself whiplash turning and my heart almost stopped. “HOLY CRAP! Have you been in there the whole time? Are you insane?!”
“Why? Because you were expecting a little hanky panky with Mr. Hottie Houdini?” he mocked with a laugh.
This kid seriously gets on my nerves sometimes. “Jongsuk, go away.”
“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you” he said.
“What do you mean? Are you saying he’s...”
“I’m not saying anything Yoochun. Just be careful okay. That trio is known for their antics. They are used to getting what they want. That may not make Yunho a bad guy but his friends have certainly proved to have a liking for your misery. Even if everyone here thinks they are the perfect princes.”
~*@*~
If not now, it will probably never happen. I am determined to not walk out of class until I make it clear to this kid that I just don’t appreciate being stared at.
“Mr. Park, can I talk to you for a minute” Professor Rain suddenly said. I looked at him trying not to show any annoyance. Damn. I wanted to get to him before I lost my nerve. “Look, I know you’ve been having a rough a time and it may be keeping you from participating in class. You’re one of the handful of people who are new this year and I just want to let you know that whatever your misfortune or troubles, I can help. I know you are bright. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. So let me help you.”
Tch. If only you knew. “Thank you, professor. But I’m fine” is all I said before walking out the door catching up to this Jaejoong kid. “HEY. We need to talk.”
To my surprise, he smiled. He fucking smiled. “It took you long enough. It’s been almost three weeks, Park Yoochun.”
“You know who I am?” I asked.
“Everyone does silly. You’ve been the talk of the school since before you even got here. And considering you’ve done nothing but antagonize the school prodigies, I’d say the hype isn’t dying anytime soon” he said.
“I’m not antagonizing anybody. They are the ones that throw jabs at me” I grunted.
“I know.” Come again? Well there’s a shocker. “But the school doesn’t see it that way. No one knows they’re jerks” he finished with a cheeky grin. I must have shown my shock because the next thing I know he’s explaining himself. “I’m a mentalist. I’d be a fool if I didn’t know something so simple.” Oh yeah, because I know what the fuck a mentalist is. Again, he laughed. “You really are an open book. How about lunch at that massive tree of yours and I can explain a few things to you.”
Interesting. This is not playing out the way I thought it would. Then again, Yunho did say Jaejoong was a decent guy. But he doesn’t seem very shy to me. Looking at him up close, it’s easy to be drawn to him though. His skin is porcelain fair and smooth, the type that reflects and would probably absorb color better under dramatic lights. His lips are rosy and plumb, nothing dramatic but efficiently pretty. And then those eyes, those big black iris eyes are so hypnotic and sensual.
Oy. I really should get out more. “So do you have a habit of talking to yourself?” he asked.
“Huh?”
“You do that. Most of the time you mumble. Sometimes you talk. It must be a nervous habit. You have plenty of those.”
I’m so not ready to have this conversation. “So what exactly is a mentalist?”
“It’s a touchy subject, I see. That’s okay. We’ll skip it for now” he said clearing his throat. “A mentalist is a psychic illusionist. Just like the name says, a mentalist is a master people reader and profiler. Psychology and Mathematics are my specialties. I read people’s cues, gestures, style, voice, etc. Pretty much anything that can provide me with information as to who, what, when, where, and why. Sometimes even the how. Quick calculations can sometimes help.”
“So like Dunninger or Alexander?”
“Good to know you at least know your illusionists. And yeah, though I’m more of a Dunninger I would think.”
“I don’t know. You’re kind of exotic looking. You can pull of some flare. According to the documentary my mom made me watch before coming here, Alexander was a flashy dude.”
“You think so? Mhm” he chuckled. Even his voice was hypnotic. Almost like he didn’t need air to speak, it just flowed out him like a song.
“Why are you here Jaejoong? You don’t seem like the fantastical type. And someone with skills like yours, you could already be doing something worthwhile” I had the mind to ask. “Why would anyone want to come here?”
He turned to me, leaning against the trunk so that that sun caught his eyes. They squinted and it looked like he was smiling but I wasn’t too sure. “Not everyone is like Junsu and Yunho. Everyone here has a talent worth exploiting. But most of us come here for the experience of being here. TVXQ School of Magic Arts & Engineering is funded by the spectacle of illusion but at its core it’s a science and research school. One of the best, no matter the field. I’m only as good as I am now because of this school. I’ve been here three years already and I still feel I have so much to learn, to discover. I envy people like Changmin, Junsu and Yunho who have practically changed history with their abilities when I’m just barely getting to know mine. You’re like us too you know. Soon you will learn to explore your knowledge.”
This kid is deep but couldn’t be any more wrong. I wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place. It was an accident and it was blown way out of proportion. I don’t even know how I got to be here. What if I told him right now the truth of what got me here? Will he resent me, think I’m crazy or worse... both? I better not risk it.
Chapter: 2(M)