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16 January 2009 @ 12:40 am
Micky Rabbit (Chapter 3)  


“What rules?” Yoochun inquired, confused.

“For example, your clothes…”

“I ain’t walkin’ around the house naked!” Yoochun exclaimed.

Junsu looked confused by his exclaim. “Well, I certainly hope not!”

“That ain’t what you want?” Yoochun asked.

“Of course not,” Junsu replied. “I only ask that you allow me to change your wardrobe. You are seen wearing black or navy blue all the time. Does it not seem boring?”

“No,” Yoochun replied bluntly.

“Well, it bores me.”

“I don’t give a damn what bores you.”

“You may not care for me, but you care for the limited edition figurine.”

Yoochun bit his lips and eyed the magazine ad. He could wait until payday next month to buy it…but it may be out of stock by then!

“Fine, what else is there?”

Junsu smiled and tapped his chin. “Well, I would ask that you stop using curse words and speak with proper pronunciation. For example, the term is ‘going,’ not ‘gonna’ or ‘goin’.”

Yoochun frowned and glared at Junsu’s smiling lips. “Fine, two rules, but that’s it!”

Junsu’s smile turned into a grin. “Thank you.”


“It’s ain’t workin’. He’s still too nice to me. He even volunteered to learn to cook fast food when he’s an extreme health freak!”

“Wow, hard to believe someone like him would like you this much,” Changmin murmured as he munched on potato chips. “You look good in green, by the way.”

Yoochun, wearing a forest green T-shirt and kakis, grabbed the bowl of chips from his brother and started stuffing it into his own mouth. “I feel like a tree. He even got me into letting him change my wardrobe.”

“Wow, how did he do that?”

“He bought me a limited edition figurine. It’ll be in my mailbox in a week! How exciting is that?”

Changmin retrieved the bowl of chips. “I thought you said you aren’t a prostitute.”

“I ain’t sleepin’ with him!” Yoochun exclaimed, so loud that people around them were staring. Even the loud music in the bar could not muffle out Yoochun’s exclaim.

Changmin chuckled. “Close enough. Eventually, you’d trade in your body for monetary goods.”

“Shut your face. You ate my last chicken wing so you better settle this for me.”

“Maybe he doesn’t believe that you’re in love with your girlfriend enough so he thinks he still has a chance.”

“What makes him think that?”

“Maybe because you give off a vibe that says you’re homosexual.”

“I do?”

“Sure, so what we have to do is find you a boyfriend.”

“Well, gee, make it obvious that I’m trying to crush his crush on me! Introduce him to a girlfriend and then a couple days later, show him a boyfriend? He’s stupid, but is he THAT stupid?”

“No, but you could always tell him that you’re two-timing. People like him probably hate two-timers so that would make him hate you even more!”

Yoochun tapped his chin with a finger. “Not bad.”

“Of course, I’m not JUST all looks.”

Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Where do I find a boyfriend? Maybe I should call Kibum to help me.”

Kibum was the childhood friend of Yoochun and Changmin. As a matter of fact, Kibum was so much like Changmin and Yoochun while Jaejoong was so much different from Changmin and Yoochun that some people thought Kibum was the other Park brother!

“Yeah, right, he has his own jealous boyfriend,” Changmin grumbled. Changmin obviously still held a grudge against Kibum for ditching them for his boyfriend.

Yoochun was slightly saddened by the thought. A pity that such a valued friendship would be lost like this.

“I still text him every once in a while,” Yoochun informed.

“He’s probably texting you back behind his boyfriend’s back. Who cares, stop talking about him. As for your ‘boyfriend’, I’ll arrange for one of my friends to drop by your apartment tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay, but he better be good looking.”


Yoochun was slouching on the couch, glaring over at Junsu who was sitting on the other end of the sofa. Junsu sat with his back parallel to the back of the sofa, looking ever so suave in the pastel colored plaid pants and snow white T-shirt. His eyes and sweet smile were focused on the fluff ball on his lap.

The fluff ball was chewing away at a carrot.

Yoochun scoffed and turned to look at the T.V. When a commercial popped up, his eyes wandered down to the clothes he was wearing: faded blue jeans and a pink T-shirt.

He had put up a fight this morning, but Junsu had held his figurine hostage—somehow, it arrived in the mailbox early and Junsu got to it first.

The pink shirt was one reason he was still at home on a Saturday morning when he did not have work. The other reason was that noon was around the corner and his ‘boyfriend’ was supposed to arrive soon.

The door-bell rang. Junsu looked over at the door, then at Yoochun. He held Micky in both hands and quickly ran into his room to hide the bunny. Yoochun answered the door.

The door opened to reveal a guy, a little bit taller than Yoochun. His black hair was slightly long, but stylish. His clothes were casual, but gave out an air of wealth. As Yoochun looked the guy up and down, he thought to himself, ‘Well, done, Changmin…’

“Hello, I am…” the guy began.

“Stop actin’ so formal. He just went in to cage up the fluff ball. He’ll be out soon!” Yoochun said as he pulled the guy into the apartment. He only pushed the door slightly, not noticing that it did not close completely.

“Who is it?” Junsu reappeared into the living room, too distracted by the stranger to notice the still opened door.

“My boyfriend,” Yoochun simple replied as he pushed the stranger onto the sofa and made him sit. Then he walked over to Junsu and urged him towards the kitchen, “Let’s go make him some tea.”

They were alone in the kitchen while the stranger sat in the living room with a confused expression.

“Your boyfriend?” Junsu inquired.

“Yeah, do me a favor and dun…”

“‘Don’t’,” Junsu corrected.

Yoochun sighed. “Do me a favor and DON’T tell him about Bomi.”

“You are cheating on Bomi with him?” Junsu asked, giving him a disappointed look.

“Technically, cheating on him with Bomi; I started datin’…”

“‘Dating’,” Junsu corrected again.

“I started DATING him first.”

Yoochun took note of the disappointed look Junsu gave him. That was a good thing, right?

“I think your…boyfriend is waiting for tea.”

“Oh, right, you get that ready for us. I’m gonna…”


“I’m GOING to go cuddle with him.”

Junsu sighed and started to brew water for tea. Yoochun was silently chuckling as he walked out to the living room. The guy was still sitting there giving him a ‘Care to explain?’ look.

Yoochun sat down next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Nice job, buddy. He’s falling for it.”

“Falling for what?” the other man asked.

“Didn’t Changmin give you details? That’s the guy you’re supposed to dupe into thinking that you’re my boyfriend.”

“Oh,” he just replied.

“What’s your name by the way? Changmin forgot to tell me.”

“Yunho,” he answered, his eyes closely observing Yoochun.

“Hmm, sounds familiar, but anyway…”

“Would you like some cookies to go with the tea?” Junsu suddenly walked out of the kitchen.

Yoochun quickly wrapped both arms around Yunho. “Sure, sure, my Yunnie loves cookies, doesn’t he?”

Yoochun was doing the whole twinkly eyes and sparkly grin as he looked at Yunho. Yunho shivered a bit and rubbed his arms to get rid of Goosebumps.

Yoochun had noticed the shiver. “Oh, is my baby cold? I’ll keep you warm,” he pulled Yunho even closer and hugged him tightly. Junsu just smiled awkwardly and returned to the kitchen.

“Pardon me, but I think…” Yunho began, trying to get out of Yoochun’s hold. Yoochun was too busy trying to look into the kitchen to notice. Junsu walked back out with a plate of fruits.

“Would you like some fruits instead?” Junsu asked as he laid the plate on the table. Yoochun raised an eyebrow. Did this situation affect him at all?

“My baby loves fruits too, don’t you?” Yoochun resumed the act, his face quite close to Yunho’s face as he spoke. Yunho tried a bit harder to pry Yoochun off.

“The hot water is ready. I will return shortly with the tea,” Junsu was still smiling politely to Yunho.

Yoochun frowned. Not enough action, not enough reaction?

That was why he decided to take another big step. He tugged Yunho tighter against him and whispered, “Let’s get to the climax of the skit.”

“What?” Yunho stopped struggling to ask. Before he could speak, Junsu had walked out with a tray of tea and tea cups.

Yoochun closed his eyes, puckered his lips and was about to lay a big one on Yunho’s lips. Any sacrifice to get rid of the crush his weird roommate had on him!

Thankfully, Yunho had turned his head to look over at Junsu, allowing Yoochun’s lips to connect with his cheek.

Junsu’s eyes widened at the scene. Yunho used all his strength to push Yoochun off. “Ya! What are you doing?” Yunho exclaimed as he shot up from the seat.

His movement was too rapid, too unplanned, and his legs hit the table. Yunho began to stumble backwards and looked like he was going to fall. On instinct, Yoochun stood up to save him.

In the same second, Junsu was panicking about where to place the tray of tea and teacups so he could free his hands to help Yunho.

In the second after it, the door Yoochun had left opened earlier was pushed farther apart to reveal Changmin and Jaejoong at the entrance.

“Ya! Why didn’t you guys close the…” Changmin was asking, but could not say anymore as he and his older brother witnessed the scene before them.

Yunho was falling backwards and Yoochun had stood up to grab his arms. Yunho had managed to balance himself and prevent from falling, but Yoochun tripped on the leg of the table and fell towards Yunho.

Junsu, Changmin, and Jaejoong watched with dropped jaws as Yunho lost his balance again, Yoochun falling on top of him. Both landed on the floor, Yoochun on top of Yunho, Yoochun’s lips on Yunho’s lips.

Time froze as all five men’s eyes widened.

“Wow,” Changmin murmured before breaking into a laugh. He tried to muffle his laugh, but failed. Jaejoong frowned at him.

Yunho quickly pushed Yoochun off of him and stood up. He looked at Junsu, who was just standing there in confusion. Then Yunho looked at the two new visitors. His eyes were on Jaejoong for two seconds longer than they were on the other two men.

Then he turned back to Yoochun, who was still on the ground rubbing the foot that had hit the leg of the desk. Yunho looked extremely pissed off.

“Man, calm down,” Yoochun told Yunho. Then he turned to Changmin with a frown, “What’s up with your friend? He’s ruining everything!”

“My friend?” Changmin asked.

Yunho looked over at Jaejoong again for a short moment before blinking and turned to look at Yoochun.

“You’ve mistaken me for another person. I am not here to pretend to be your boyfriend. I am just here to visit an employee who I have heard many rumors about, ranging from his deficient contribution to the company to his deficient vacation days.”

Yoochun’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

“I am Jung Yunho. I also happen to be your new supervisor.”

Yoochun stood up from his seat on the ground. “Crap.”

“Do not use that word,” Junsu suddenly said. The other men looked at him and wondered if he was aware of the situation. If he was aware, he obviously didn’t care because all Junsu did was start smiling his usual smile and continued, “Would you like to stay for dinner, Mr. Jung?”

Yoochun eyes moved frantically from the amused Yunho to the smiling Junsu. His brothers were still at the entrance, not knowing what to do.

Yoochun thought quickly. “Yes! Please, stay for dinner! My brother and my roommate are amazing cooks! I’m an awesome person too.”

Yunho raised an eyebrow at the last statement. Changmin tried not to laugh while Jaejoong looked concerned for his brother’s employment status.

“Yes, please join us for dinner,” Jaejoong promptly helped. “Yoochun and Changmin can converse with you regarding the company while Junsu and I prepare the meal.”

“That’s right! I know a lot about the company, inside and out. I’m one hell of a dedicated employee,” Yoochun added. Changmin was still forcing himself not to laugh.

Yunho looked at Jaejoong. “Are you the brother?”

“Yes, my name is Jaejoong. I am Yoochun’s elder brother. He really is a good person. What ever happened just now was…” Jaejoong searched for an excuse.

“He is obviously scheming to trick this gentleman here into thinking that he had a boyfriend,” Yunho motioned at Junsu.

“Huh?” was all Junsu said.

“Quite a liar, aren’t you?” Yunho turned to Yoochun, hinting that he was too dishonest to be a good employee.

“What? No! I…it…it was a white lie! White lies are good lies! He…he is…um…” Yoochun stammered.

“Junsu is in love with Yoochun hyung, but Yoochun hyung does not return the feelings. He did not want to hurt Junsu by telling him directly so he set a skit up to help Junsu move on,”’ Changmin explained casually.

“Huh?” was, once again, all Junsu said.

Yunho cocked an eyebrow at Junsu, “You’re in love with him?”

“I am in love with Yoochun?” Junsu turned to Changmin and then Jaejoong.

“Yes!” Jaejoong immediately walked over to Junsu. His hand squeezed Junsu’s shoulder and his eyes told Junsu to play along.

“You’re in love with him?” Yunho asked again.

Junsu saw the pleading in Jaejoong’s eyes. He turned to Yunho, “Yes, I am. I am touched that he would lie to me to minimize the pain of his rejection. I shall no longer bother him with my infatuation of him.”

Yoochun scooted over to Changmin and they shared a quiet high-five with their hands behind their backs. Jaejoong gave Junsu a thankful expression.

“Please have a seat while we prepare dinner. Yoochun, the tea is cold. Come in to make a new pot for Mr. Jung,” Jaejoong hurried.

“Then I should thank you in advance for dinner,” Yunho said, his eyes on Jaejoong.

Jaejoong smiled at him, “You are very welcome.”

He quickly pushed Junsu and Yoochun into the kitchen while Yunho and Changmin were in the living room.

“Phew! Good job, hyung,” Yoochun grinned.

“You should thank Junsu,” Jaejoong pointed out.

Yoochun looked over at the weird guy who was smiling modestly. “No, there is no need to thank me.”

Yoochun scoffed. “What? You ain’t mad at me for lying to you? Ain’t you gonna ask why?”

“I am rather annoyed by your language when you promised me that you would speak properly,” Junsu pointed out. “However, although I wondered why you would lie to me, I do not plan to ponder on the matter for long. It is not my business.”

“Not your business?” Yoochun exclaimed. “Why you little…”

“Yoochun,” Jaejoong cut in. “The matter at hand is that you need to prove to your new supervisor that you should keep your job. Make a new pot of tea and go out to talk to him.”

Yoochun glared at Junsu, who looked confused by the glare. “Fine.”


Junsu and Jaejoong made nine dishes and a serving of soup for dinner. The five men gathered at the table with Yunho sitting between Jaejoong and Yoochun. Changmin placed Junsu between him and Yoochun to prevent the usual fighting for food between them. Seeing Yoochun fight with Changmin for food would probably be the last straw for Yunho…especially after all the ridiculous things Yoochun had said during the conversations they had while Junsu and Jaejoong were cooking.

“Oh, allow me,” Yoochun had retrieved two pairs of chopsticks to show that he was a very hygienic person. One chopstick was for eating and the other chopstick he used to picked food for the others. “Let’s see, beef for Jaejoong hyung and pork for Changmin hyung.”

Changmin raised an eyebrow at Yoochun. He had gotten the two mixed up. Beef should have been for Changmin, but Changmin kept quiet to allow Yunho to believe that Yoochun was very caring towards his family members.

Dinner went along well since Yoochun had food in his mouth the whole time.

“Changmin, you say that the marketing department is working on a commercial for a sports product, is that right?” Yunho began.

“Oh, yeah, but we’re still looking for a model to represent the product. The owner doesn’t seem to be satisfied with hiring a celebrity to do it.”

“Why not ask your brother?” Yunho’s words stopped everyone from eating.

“Who? Me?” Yoochun mumbled with a bulging cheek.

“Him,” Yunho tilted his head towards Jaejoong.

“That sounds wonderful. Jaejoong’s appearance is sure to capture attention,” Junsu put in.

“Oh, no, I don’t…” Jaejoong started.

“I guess that could work,” Changmin considered.

“Oh, yeah, amazing idea! You’re so smart,” Yoochun grinned at Yunho.

Yunho turned his attention to Jaejoong. “Well?”

“No, thank you, I already have a job.”

“Changmin can work around your schedule,” Yunho reasoned. “I will even let Yoochun handle everything for you if it makes you feel more comfortable. All you need to do is show up and pose.”

At the sound of his name, Yoochun stopped eating. This was his chance to get on Yunho’s good side.

“Yeah! I have some experience in this area, you know? Just go for a trial shoot and we’ll send the pictures to the client to if he agrees,” Yoochun cut in. He gave Jaejoong his famous puppy eyes.

Jaejoong knew that Yunho had manipulated Yoochun into begging Jaejoong. But the truth of the matter was that this could help Yoochun get on Yunho’s good side.

“Okay, let me check my schedule for next week and I’ll set up an appointment with you,” Jaejoong agreed.

Yunho smiled a genuine smile for the first time that night, although Jaejoong was the only one who noticed how much more handsome the smile made him.

Junsu was the only one who noticed Jaejoong’s appreciation in Yunho’s smile.


Yoochun sat on the couch, in a pastel yellow shirt and comfy jeans. His arms were crossed over his chest and he slouched into the seat as his eyes glared at a certain someone. He looked like a kid who was just denied something he desperately wanted.

Meanwhile, the ‘certain someone’ was sitting a couple feet away in a flowery button up shirt and white jeans. He was picking up DVDs that were scattered around the T.V. and organizing then by genre. He was ignoring the evil glares of the person behind him.

“You seriously dun wanna know why the hell I lied to you about Yunho?” Yoochun finally spoke.

Junsu had just finished the stack of ‘Action’ films. Polite as he always was, he turned around. His father always taught him to look at a person when he spoke to him/her.

“Is that why you have been glaring at me all morning instead of going out to enjoy your Sunday?” Junsu asked with his usual polite smile.

Yoochun frowned, his arms still crossed over his chest. “No, I just didn’t wanna walk out in this yellow shirt.”

“I think you look awfully good in yellow. I wish I could carry that color as well as you.”

“See?” Yoochun pointed at Junsu with an accusing finger.

Junsu blinked in confusion. “See? Your finger? Do you need a manicure?”

“No!” Yoochun shouted. “You just said that I ‘look awfully good’!”

“Am I not allowed to compliment you?”

“No! You’re not! You’re not supposed to think that I’m hot and handsome or cute and cuddly! You’re not supposed to be in love with me!”

Junsu had a blank expression on his face for a moment. Then it registered and he held a hand over his mouth as he chuckled cutely.

“What the hell are you laughing at?”

“I believe you promised me you would end the use of vulgar words and slang,” Junsu said.

“Fine. What are you laughing at?” Yoochun repeated.

“I am laughing at your misunderstanding. I never was, am not, and never will be ‘in love’ with you,” Junsu smiled.

Yoochun frowned even more. “What the hell…er…What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, no, do not misunderstand again. I do not mean that you are a bad person. You are an incredible person and many people would fall in love with you. It is just that I am not one of those people. Love cannot be controlled.”

“So you aren’t in love with me? You’re just awfully nice to me.”

“I believe I am kind to everyone. At least I try to be.”

Yoochun considered it for a moment. That was true, he was kind to everyone. But those ‘everyone’ that Yoochun had ever seen Junsu interact with were his brothers and Yunho. So Junsu probably treated other people even better than he treated Yoochun.

Somehow, that thought bothered him.

“Anything else? May I return to organizing your DVD collection?”

Yoochun looked at the guy, flowery shirt, white jeans, styled hair…and he was sitting there organizing DVDs. “Doncha have better things to do?”

“‘Don’t you’,” Junsu corrected.

“Gee, that’s probably the first time I’ve heard you use contraception.”

“Excuse me?” Junsu’s eyes widened.

“What?” Yoochun asked.

“What did you just say?”

“That’s probably the first time I’ve heard you use contra…”

“Contractions!” Junsu cut in. “The word is ‘contractions.’ ‘Contraception’ is a completely different term.”


“‘Contraception’ is the deliberate prevention of pregnancy,” Junsu chuckled. “You are so silly.”

Yoochun felt embarrassed and when he felt embarrassed, he always covered it with anger.

“Shut up,” was his lame defense.

Junsu laughed even more and returned to organizing the DVDs.

Yoochun didn’t like anyone, much less Junsu, thinking he was stupid. He didn’t like being ‘lower’ than people, but he didn’t like working either…so he delighted in dragging people down to his level. That’s human nature.

“Don’t you work? Why you always home? Or are you one of those spoiled kids that just wait for their parents to send them money?”

Junsu’s back was towards Yoochun so he could not see the emotions that his words had drawn. But he did see that Junsu stopped moving for a moment and his head slightly lowered.

“I am on vacation,” Junsu replied, in a voice that was not his usual cheery one. He did not even bother to turn to look at Yoochun when he spoke.

“What did I say wrong?”

“Pardon?” Junsu turned around to look at him.

“What did I say wrong? Is it about your parents?”

“They are dead,” Junsu replied, his head dipped a little lower. Yoochun wasn’t comfortable seeing the guy NOT smiling.

“Sorry,” Yoochun mumbled. He wasn’t too good at showing sympathy.

Finally, Junsu turned around to look at Yoochun, the usual smile on his lips. “Will you be doing anything else today? Do you mind driving me to a certain place?”

Normally, Yoochun would tell him to catch a cab or hire someone else to do it. Abnormally, today, he felt like he should perform this task for free…because he had guiltily brought up memories of the guy’s parents to make him sad.


Although they had been living together for a couple of weeks now, but Junsu had never seem Yoochun’s vehicle. But then again, Yoochun always left for work while Junsu was always in the apartment.

They walked out to the apartment’s parking garage and Yoochun suggested, “You’ve never seen my car, right? Guess which one is my baby.”

“You have a baby?” Junsu asked innocently.

Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Never mind.”

He began walking to a shiny black SUV. It looked high class and definitely expensive. “This is your vehicle?”

“Yes, say ‘Hi’ to my baby. She’s the most amazing thing in the world,” Yoochun grinned proudly.

“I would have to contradict that. There are plenty of other amazing things in this world…” Junsu began.

“Okay! I get it! I was exaggerating. Geez, loosen up on the language, man. Now get in.”

With a smile and a shrug that said ‘as you wish,’ Junsu got into the passenger seat. To his surprise, it was completely clean and neat in the car.

“Amazing…” Junsu murmured.

“Yes, she is!” Yoochun announced as he started the engine. “It’s got high quality speakers too!”

Junsu nearly jumped out of his skin when the loud music was turned on and the sound of drums and guitars roared in his ears. Yoochun was moving his head to the beat until Junsu reached over to off the music.

“Yes, very nice speakers. I prefer to listen to the wind though,” Junsu said, pressing the button to pull down the window.

“You can do that too! My baby can go at such a high speed that you can hear the…”

“Never mind! I prefer to hear myself breathe,” Junsu quickly interrupted. His heart would not be able to stand a 90 mile per out car ride. “Now shall we go?”

“Sure, where are we going? Just give me the address and I can take you there. Directions ain’t no problem for me.”

“‘Are not a problem for you,’” Junsu corrected.

“Fine, fine, now tell me where.”

“One reason I came back from America was to bring my parents’ cremations back to their hometown. The process was completed at the cemetery yesterday.”

“You want to go to the cemetery?” Yoochun asked, no longer acting silly about his car.

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, no problem,” Yoochun put the car into gear.

“May I make one more request?” Junsu inquired, seeing how excited Yoochun was about driving.


“I want to go to the cemetery as a live person, not a corpse,” Junsu implied, hoping Yoochun would understand and NOT drive over the speed limit.

Yoochun chose not to understand.


Grinning proudly, Yoochun got out of the vehicle and walked to the passenger side to wait for Junsu to exit the car. Only Junsu did not move to get out. He was just sitting in there with a shocked expression.

Yoochun pulled the door open. “Ya, why ain’t you comin’ out?”

Junsu turned his head to look at him. Without a word, he began to climb out of the car.

Yoochun watched the guy’s pale face as he placed both feet on the cement ground. Just as he used his arms to push himself out of the car, his legs went weak and he fell forwards.

Yoochun quickly wrapped an arm around Junsu’s waist to keep him from falling. Their chests touched and both wondered if they were feeling their own rapid heart beats or the heart beats of the other.

Their faces were close and their eyes wide. Junsu was only staring into Yoochun’s eyes as Yoochun stared into his. Neither knew what they were searching for, but neither cared.

Slowly, Yoochun’s eyes broke free from Junsu’s eyes. For some reason, his eyes slowly traveled down to Junsu’s lips.

No longer captured by Yoochun’s eyes, Junsu broke from the spell. “I…feel like vomiting.”

Yoochun heard the words and looked back up to Junsu’s eyes. Breaking from the spell himself, he released Junsu, even using a little bit of force to push the other guy away.

“I…uh…you…you’re just a wimp. I was only going over the speed limit by a little bit,” Yoochun stammered, his eyes wandering everywhere, but at Junsu.

Junsu had found the strength in his legs, but still kept a hand on the vehicle to keep balance. “You were driving 80 on a 40. You are there were no cops around.”

“A car like this is meant to go fast.”

“Does that mean the person in the car is meant to go even faster?”

“Go where?”

“Go die. Do you realize how many people die from car accidents every year?”

“Ya! Stop lecturing me! Let’s just go visit your parents!” Yoochun rushed, really not in the mood to listen to a lecture, no matter how nice Junsu’s voice was to his ears.

He locked the car and they began to walk out of the parking lot.

Yoochun stopped walking when he registered what his heart had just said. Junsu’s voice to his ears? Nice? No way!

“What is wrong?” Junsu questioned, noticing that he had stopped walking.

“Uh…nothing, you go on ahead. I’ll wait for you here,” Yoochun waved him off. His needed some time alone to have a one-on-one talk with his heart.

“Would it be…too much of me to ask that you accompany me to my parents’ grave?” Junsu smiled politely.

Yoochun was confused by the request. What was the guy afraid of? Ghosts?

“Sure, but what do I get out of it? I’m already driving you here for free!” Yoochun pointed out.

Junsu’s smile widened a bit at Yoochun’s silliness. “Yes, I should be grateful that you are not charging me for the chauffer fee. I will treat you to a buffet after this.”


Chapter 4
~♥Hope to the End. Always Keep the Faith♥~chloe1910 on March 9th, 2009 06:15 pm (UTC)
I still can't believe that Junsu is that nice?? Is he even human???? He's so mysterious...
젬젬 gemgemmisstellittome on May 20th, 2009 05:09 am (UTC)
haha... immature yoochun is getting kinda... fun ^^
РыбО с планеты Кавай!lindefish on July 26th, 2009 07:26 am (UTC)
that was funny chap ^_^
but, im sad about Junsu parents TT.TT
cellosymphony on August 17th, 2009 03:49 pm (UTC)
junsu is nice. TOO nice. it makes me wanna want to find out more about him.