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Yoosu High School FIC contest

Author: Indri AKA Sakura_bloom AKA Vanity_Above
Title: Although It isn't That of Rainbows and Sugars (High School Fic Contest)
Pairings: YooSu
Ratings: PG-13 (use of swear words)
Form: One-Shot
Genre: Angst, romance, fluff
And although they knew that their love is not that of rainbows and sugars, although they both knew that there was still a long way to go, painful, tiring long way towards the eternal happiness they dreamt of, they kept on walking.

"FAG!" The word had become so familiar to his ears, yet the damage it caused this time does not hurt the slightest less than it did a couple of thousand times before. It was, is, and will always hurt.

And while he stood there in front of his opened locker removing all the unwanted weight from his bag, ignoring the cacophony of the hundreds of his peers half mocking half indifferent, a breeze of fragrance made their way to his sharp nose sending chills down his spine. He recognized it. The smell of after shower and violent use of strange deodorant. And in between, he could still smell the faintest scent of cigarette that had been intentionally washed out.

Upon the recognition he turned his head slightly towards the source. And as soon as his eyes made contact with the pair of dark brown orbs, he turned his head away. There, making their way easily through the sea of high school students, were a group of nine tall, well built and perfectly tanned gorgeous men. The jocks. And In the middle, walking with thick air of authority above his head, was the leader, Park Yoochun.

"Fucking fag boy!!" One of the jocks, A football player dick head, known for having a brain a micrometer smaller than an atom, shouted loudly across the hallway and walked comically fast towards him stopping just beside his ears. "Still sucking your papa's dick Kim Junsu? Or have you taken it up the ass?" the words landed on his ears, loud enough for the crowd to hear and it earned the expected laughter from the audience except for one man.

One man whose eyes was trying to look else where but the familiar scene. One whose body was filled with anxiety but regardless of what could have been done chose to be quiet, whether it was because of the reputation or the risk of losing the empty headed bunch of friends, no one knows.

Junsu, deciding that it was best to ignore the insults, replied with a sigh. He hurriedly finish organizing and gently closed his locker. Attempting to release himself from all the agitation and embarrassment he turned around and tried to leave, but instead he was met with another dumb-wit idiot's hard chest who was purposely blocking his way.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going Kim Junsu?" The, although another idiot, handsome brunette grabbed his collar and brought their face closer. "What's with the face? Are you pissed off? Am I bothering you? By any chance, do you have an awaiting sex deprived man you need to serve?" He smirked accompanied with mocking laughters in the background.

Junsu brought his head to the side looking for the eyes he so accustomed to, looking for a support, some kind of encouragement to keep his sanity. But as soon as he found the owner, instead of getting the slightest bit of support, he was, as routine has it, unsurprisingly neglected. Knowing it was useless to hang onto such a thin thread, he turned his head back, meeting the brunette's intense gaze deciding to fight the battle himself.

"Please. I need to go home." Junsu begged with an almost inaudible voice while unsuccessfully attempting to free himself from the strong grip.

"But don't you prefer hanging out with us for a bit?" An eerily cheerful voice, coming from the infamous playboy, joined the conversation.

Junsu was now surrounded by the jocks. By the frightening bunch of beautiful men. He took in deep breaths preventing himself from shaking.

The jocks loved him. After all he was their main attraction in school, a little piece of excitement in the middle of life's boring cycle. Everyone else but him was not worth the time, they weren't despicable enough. They loved Junsu. They loved the way he shakes when they surrounded him, the way he breathes irregularly when they spoke to him, the way he begs to be let go, and even the way he cries in pain after they abused him.

"Please just let me go!" Junsu begged yet again, his voice trembling in anger.

"Defensive aren't we?" Yet another one, wearing a grey hoodie underneath his uniform, joined in. This time it was the one he feared. The one whose punches was so familiar to his face, the violent one. Once his wish to be let go was granted by the brunette, the grey hooded fierce jock immediately took over grabbing him by the waist. He brought Junsu's hips to collapse with his, and always in this strange erotic way, he began to first verbally abuse Junsu. "Why don't you be a good boy and let us play with you instead?" His voice dangerously low, hot breaths making contact with Junsu's lips, lust covering his eyes.

It was no secret that the man wanted to fuck Junsu, not out of love, but of pure lust. And the jocks were fine with it, every one of them had probably fantasized having Junsu's voluptuous body underneath them, his luscious red lips moaning out loud, his pretty hands grabbing tightly on the sweat bathed white sheet atop their bed. Some of them had probably masturbated just thinking about it. And it was fine. Sex, lust, lasciviousness and any other form of sexual drive towards the same gender was not a problem for the jocks. But not love, never love. And to love was Junsu's sole and biggest mistake.

"What? Little Junsu don't want to play?" His voice patronizing, and there was something in the way he talked that just begged for Junsu to offend him back. And he did.

"With you?" Junsu's voice was cold and stern, he had done enough begging, that was it. "Sorry, I don't plan on joining fear factor anytime soon." His offense always witty and painful earning slight chuckle from the crowd.

"Shut the fuck up!" The violent man snapped at the crowd, and silence followed as ordered. He brought his hand roughy to meet Junsu's jaw "Aren't you one smart talker? But why don't we try to put that mouth of yours to a better use?" His voice vibrated making their way through the gritted teeth.

"What better use can I put my mouth to? Sucking your dick? Shit! You have one?" Was Junsu's last attempt to fight back before the hard knuckles made contact with his face, violently throwing him to the floor.

"You little motherfucker! Or would you rather me calling you a Fatherfucker!" The grey hooded jock mocked as he shouted and walked towards the grunting Junsu. He bent down, grabbed Junsu's collar and pulled his head off the ground. He smirked as he saw the fresh blood covering Junsu's white teeth and dripped from the corner of Junsu's mouth. "Have you fucking learned your lesson little boy or should I beat it to you again?"

"Learn from you? Fuck, I'd rather not understand anything" Junsu snapped despite the painful friction of his mouth.

"This fucking little shit!" He cursed and brought his clenched fist to the air, preparing to give another blow harder than the previous attack. But as his hand travelled through the air and his knuckles aimed perfectly towards the already bleeding mouth, before his skin made contact with the other, it was stopped. By a single tanned and frighteningly strong hand, it was stopped.

Annoyed by the interruption, he turned around, jaws clenching in anger, hand hanging in the air ready to punch the unwanted guest. But as his eyes opened and took in the image of the intruder, his hand froze. Before him was the intruder who was none other than the undefeated, the one and only Park Yoochun.

"Fucking stop this crap right now." Yoochun spoke in a threatening yet calm manner sending goosebumps to everyone who heard it. "This is getting boring and fucking pointless" He continued, his voice still low. "This is called, not fucking using your time efficiently and you know I fucking hate that right?" he said, his expression a contrary to his words.

Terrified, the grey hooded jock nodded slowly, nervousness eating his body.

"Good, so now let's stop wasting time and go to that noraebang* you guys were talking about" He smiled a chilling smile.

"O-okay" he stammered. There was something unusual about the anger. There was something dangerous and threatening. Yoochun has never looked at anyone like that before, but then again they never hang out that much either.

"Let's go" Yoochun turned around followed by all the other jocks. Junsu then was left with a final rough shove from the hooded jock. He was left pathetically on the ground as the eyes the jocks gazed angrily at him over their shoulders, and finally turned around and left him completely. The rest of the students went back to their own lives not forgetting to throw random insults at him before they go.

Junsu heaved a heavy sigh as he wiped his bleeding mouth with bare hands. He knew it in detail by now, the smell of blood and how it feels when it escapes your skin. He got used to the pungent smell of corroded metal, to the biting and throbbing sensation against his skin. He sat himself down and grabbed his bag. Without the slightest bit of emotion, without sadness nor anger apparent on his face, he picked himself up and stood up.

While constantly covering the wound on his mouth he headed towards the school's restroom. He needed to get rid of the blood before he got home, he doesn't want his brother, now his only family, to see him in the state he was.

Meanwhile the jocks were laughing while walking towards the gate, heading to the noraebang. They passed the school gate and walked down the path where girls from other schools were crowding to see them. Despite all the commotion and the screams and the "Oppa go out with me!"s, they kept on walking. They were a kilometer away from the school before Yoochun suddenly stopped.

"What's up man?" The handsome brunette asked with a slight concern.

"Shit" Yoochun swore, his expression once again an outcast to his words. There was no sign of surprise, no sign of anxiousness, as if it was planned. "I think I forgot my shoes at school" He announced at all the other jocks who had their attention on him.

"You can always get it back tomorrow." Suggest the infamous playboy.

"No chance" His voice low "Gotta get it today, it's my favourite shoes." He said as he turned around and started to walk back towards the direction of the school. "You guys go ahead. I'll be there once I have my shoes back." He said without turning to see them and walked on in a frighteningly calm pace.

"Alright" The brunette replied and gestured his friends to continue their journey. But as they walked, everyone wore the same expression, one that conveys perplexity, by which they contemplate their leaders action. And in their mind, each and everyone of them, there was one identical question, and the brunette being the fastest to come back from the state of confusion voiced it out

"Since when does he have a favourite shoes?" And silence answered his question. As far as he reckoned, Yoochun was too ignorant to have a 'favourite' thing. But then again they were never really that close to begin with. And so they decided to treat the matter as if it was an illusion, or maybe it was an illusion, they would like to think maybe Yoochun wasn't in a good condition that day, and with that self satisfying conclusion, they resumed their journey toward the noraebang.

Yoochun, on the other side, walked calmly back to school, passing seas of students who were walking in the opposite direction, trying to get away from the institution. When he passed the school gate, there was no more signs of students, of rebellious bunch of teenagers, there was practically no one left. He kept on walking, but as seconds past his pace accelerated, slowly, unnoticed. By the time he reached the school building, without the consent of his consciousness, he had himself running. He ran through the empty corridors, up the stairs, pass hundreds of lockers, opening random doors, eager to find something, until finally, he heard the sound of water running down the tap, splashing against the sink and occasional sharp intake of breath from pain. And he knew he found it. He knew he found him.

He entered the restroom with his right hand clutching his chest. He was running too hard, now his breathing was irregular and sweat were covering his body. And even with those unmistakable evidence of fatigue, his face kept its usual cold expression. He was feign that way. He walked slowly, trying to regain his poise at the same time, trying to be him. When he finally saw a figure, one that he recognized more than his own body, that he explored, every curve he explored, one that aroused him and even his friends, one that he slept with, the sight of that figure washing his hands with evident signs of blood, somehow, made his heart flinch.

"Junsu" He called out, his voice less colder for once.

Junsu knew all too well the voice. He knew it all too well and it hurts. He kept on washing his hands, trying to get all the blood off. Although a part of him was so tempted to turn his head, to see his eyes, he did not. Ignorance, they say, is the best way to get your way off reality.

"Ya Kim Junsu" Yoochun called out one more time, not a pitch higher than his normal voice but a lot more demanding. Replied with silence, Yoochun made his way closer to Junsu, his hands on his pocket trying to look collected though his breathing was still jumbled up. He stood beside Junsu and watched his every move. He knew Junsu was ignoring him, he knew he deserved it, that was why he couldn't do anything but watch him.

After a long moment of silence, after Yoochun regain his normal breathing pace, Junsu finally decided to turn his head around and meet those pair of brown eyes that he hated. Those perfectly shaped beautiful pair of brown orbs. Neither of them said anything, but Yoochun took his right hand out of his pocket and brought it up to meet Junsu's cheek.

And still with that plain expression, he caressed the side of Junsu's wound careful not to touch the wound itself. And still with the same cold tone, he spoke,

"We should put some antiseptic on it." Again replied with silence he continued. "It might get infected" He said and brought his hand down to Junsu's wrist and encircled his own hand around it. "I'll bring you there" There was no signs of worries on his face, nor fear, nor sympathy, and yet the grip he had on the other's wrist was a demanding yet caring grip. And carefully he pulled Junsu's hand and started walking. But the other refused to move, instead, he spoke, with a flat tone he announced,

"Let's break up." It took all his energy to not stumble at his words. There was another moment of silence, and as if the sentence delivered was an illusion Yoochun turned around and replied,

"I'm telling you, it might get infected." He repeated and resumed to pulling Junsu to the infirmary, but the later refused to move yet again. Junsu stubbornly glued himself to the ground and roughly pulled his hand back. Yoochun turned and faced Junsu. His heart flinched at Junsu's cold expression and he shivered at the stare he was given. And as if the end of the world had come, he felt a feeling no one ever knew Park Yoochun possessed. He felt fear.

"I mean it." Junsu spoke, and although his expression was kept emotionless, his eyes weren't befriending his feigned act. Those eyes were flooded with tears begging to fall. "Do you have any idea how tired I am Park Yoochun?" He asked his voice quivering. "I'm fucking tired" His voice low accompanied with frustration.

"I don't want to break up." Yoochun replied stubbornly, his eyes boring into Junsu's.

"I'm tired Yoochun, I'm really tired." Junsu was now crying, tears free falling from his eyes leaving wet tracks down his cheeks.

"I don't want to break up." Yoochun repeated his statement, this time his expression changed. This time his voice demanding, desperate, almost pathetic.

"Why Yoochun? Tell me why?" Junsu managed to ask between his cries. "Do you even love me?" Junsu asked honestly.

"I said" There was an unmistakable exasperation in his tone. "I don't want to break up Junsu."

"Then what do you want!?" Junsu shouted. "What do you fucking want from me Yoochun?" He was tired. "Do you even care about me?" He was really tired. "Do you find it amusing when your mother fucking bunch of shit heads friends abuse me? Huh!? Is that why you never care?" Junsu tried to look at Yoochun in the eyes, but the latter refused to meet his gaze. "I'm sick of pretending! I'm sick of hurting by myself! I'm sick of fucking waiting for you!"

Yoochun listened, receiving all the truths being stated before him, he listened. He knew he was selfish, and that the least he could do, was to listen, to accept, to be blamed, to be hit and even killed. Anything, anything but breaking up with Junsu. He was selfish like that.

"Yoochun please..." Junsu was crying, he cried and he plead. "Please remind me, why we're here..." All of it was so tiring, that it made him forget the reason he put up with all the shit. "Tell me why I have to stay? Why I'm still here?"

"Junsu" Yoochun spoke softly, his hand once again reaching for Junsu, but it was slapped away.

"Don't touch me"

"Let's go" Yoochun looked at Junsu. "It might get infected." The truth is, he couldn't answer the question. Because he knew, any sane person would have left him, would have been gone for a long time and left him. But not Junsu, never Junsu.

"I hate you" Junsu said in between sobs before he was pulled into Yoochun's arms, before he was encircled by the strong arms, before the pleasure reminded him of the reason as to why he was there, why he stayed. "I hate you" he said as he started crying all over again, as he hugged Yoochun back he cried.

He meant it. He hated Yoochun, hated his existence in the world, hated the moment they met, hated the kiss they shared, hated their passionate love making, hated the way they hugged, hated the concern in Yoochun's voice as he demanded for Junsu to go to the infirmary, hated the way they shared their morning kiss, the way he fit so perfectly into those strong arms, and most of all, Junsu hated the way he loved the selfish son of a bitch.

"I hate you" he repeated as he cried on an on, occasionally stealing Yoochun's scent for himself.

"I know" Yoochun replied as he softly kissed Junsu's forehead. "I know baby, I know" He said as he tightened his hold on Junsu, afraid to let him go. "Don't cry" Yoochun rubbed his back softly, trying to stop the cries. "It's bad for you"

"Shut the fuck up" Junsu closed his eyes unsuccessfully trying to get rid of the happiness he felt. He hated it, how the Yoochun's voice made his knees weak, how he enjoyed the warmth of his body.

"I'm sorry" Yoochun smiled weakly. "I'm sorry for being a jerk" He knew very well by now that apology is the only thing he could say every time he hurt Junsu, and he knew how worthless it was, but he swore that he'd try to change, little by little he'd try to change. And he longed for the time to come, the time when he can protect Junsu no matter what, he longed for that courage to find him.

"Fuck you" And Junsu hated it, how he always accepts his apologies, how it's so vague yet so sweet to his ears.

"I'll let you do that" Yoochun laughed at his own joke earning a soft hit from Junsu. They broke their hug and looked at each other.

"Park Yoochun" Junsu started, his face serious. "You better become a rich ass athlete with seven Ferraris and marry me, or else I'd leave you for real next time, understand!?" Junsu threatened earning a laughter from Yoochun.

"Yes sir" Yoochun smiled, a beautiful smile that only Junsu can create, only Junsu can see and only Junsu can keep. He smiled at his beautiful boyfriend, the one he swore to keep for life, the one he needs to have to keep on breathing. "Let's go and get your wound cleared" Yoochun took Junsu's hand and started to lead their way to the infirmary.

"This is all your fault" Junsu pouted.

"I know baby"

"I hate you"

"You said that"

"What cheap ass deodorant are you using this time? Why the fuck does it smell so strange but so familiar?"

"It's the one in your room"


"The yellow one"

"You dumb shit, that's a room freshener"


And they kept on walking hand in hand, their foot steps in sync with each other, their laughter echoed softly through the school corridors. It was raining outside as they walked together making their memories, it was raining, as though the rain tried to erase the traces of pain. And although they knew that their love is not that of rainbows and sugars, although they both knew that there was still a long way to go, painful, tiring long way towards the eternal happiness they dreamt of, they kept on walking. Because no matter what would come between them, Yoochun knew that with a couple of 'I hate you's, 'I'm sorry' and the wrong usage of room freshener, he knew that he'd somehow become a rich ass athlete with seven Ferraris and marry his Junsu.

Hope you guys enjoyed it <3
Comments are L.O.V.E will be framed and hanged in my room LOL <3


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Dec. 3rd, 2008 04:23 pm (UTC)
that was painfully cute ;__;

*huggles Susu*
why do you have to bear the pain alone baby? ;_;

but the sound of 'marry' is love♥
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:33 am (UTC)
Yeah I feel sorry for Su myself lol
Thank you for reading ^^
Dec. 3rd, 2008 04:58 pm (UTC)
i'm hoping that one day yoochun will learn how to fight for junsu, like how junsu fights for the both of them.

leave it to junsu to still be able to smile after all those pain. awww baby no.

but still, it's so sweet, and so very yoosu in the end. <3
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:34 am (UTC)
We all hope so :)

Thank you for reading, glad you found it sweet, I was scared that it was too angsty :p
Dec. 3rd, 2008 05:27 pm (UTC)
"You dumb shit, that's a room freshener"
+starts giggling madly+
it was such a gorgeous story, i really loved it T0T
other than that giggle, i spent the whole time crying... i'm such an angstwhore D;
and the physical vs mental abuse was described in such a real way... i was almost shivering at that hooded guy jock D;

thank you ♥
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:35 am (UTC)
Awww Thank you <3
I'm glad you liked it ^^
I'm so sorry to make you cry :s

Thank you for our comment <3
Dec. 3rd, 2008 05:47 pm (UTC)
That last part especially LOVE~!!!! Hahaha! I'm still cracking up at that..

Aigoo.. They have a really complicated relationship, don't they. *sigh* They're clearly in love with each other, but Susu suffers so much, and Chunnie really needs to change so things like this don't happen anymore. He's clearly the strongest of the group, you think they'd oppose him if he came out? Then again, if they teamed up against him.. *shudder*

I do hope Chunnie's able to get Su his Ferreris though!!


Optimistic for more LOVE~! in the future!

Dec. 5th, 2008 08:37 am (UTC)
LoL he better get those ferraris lol
yeah, no matter how strong one is if majority goes up against him, he'll eventually lose :s unfortunately thats life :(

hahahahaha :) I love your optimism <3

Thank you for reading and commenting :)
Dec. 3rd, 2008 07:16 pm (UTC)
I really really really really really liked it!!!!!!!!!
The sick love that the Jocks have for SU...
This is one crazy contest...so many GOOD FANFICS!!!!!
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:38 am (UTC)
XD Thank you thank you Thank you <3 <3
I'm glad you liked it ^^

Dec. 3rd, 2008 08:46 pm (UTC)
This was kind of sad but so sweet~ It's sad that Junsu has to fight on his own while Yoochun gets off easy. Yoochun.. you'd better become rich -.-* XD

I loved this story~
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:39 am (UTC)
:) Thank you
I'm glad you liked it :)

Thank you for your comments ^^
Dec. 3rd, 2008 10:13 pm (UTC)
I really like the story. High school fics often end up too corny, but yours is kind of refreshing. Way to go! I feel so sorry for Junsu, but at the same time I can see why they keep it that way. Yoochun better keep his promise)

And one more thing. Hope you won't mind if I give you a little advice. You could use a beta. I mean your language is very good, but it would be even better without the occsional mistakes. Don't take it the wrong way, your story is really good and I just wish you to become an ever better writer.

Dec. 5th, 2008 08:42 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it :)

No no :) I'm thankful for your advice :) yeah I use mac and haven't bought Microsoft office, so it's kind of messy, I'll use beta next time :) Thank you so much for the advice :)
Dec. 3rd, 2008 11:04 pm (UTC)
that was painfully sweet. poor su...suffered so much. yes, chunnie...u must become rich with seven ferraris and marry su. ^^
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:43 am (UTC)
aw :s sorry did I hurt you?

thank you for the comment ^^
hope you enjoyed the story :)
Dec. 3rd, 2008 11:48 pm (UTC)
poor Junsu D: Yoochun needs to protect him D: and he better get that ferrari for babysu he deserves it! D
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:44 am (UTC)
:) I'm sure yoochun will :p

Thank you for your comment ^^
Dec. 4th, 2008 12:20 am (UTC)
how sweet! but poor junsu having to go through the abuse of yoochun's jock friends.

love this fic though! ♥
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:45 am (UTC)
Thank you <3 glad you liked the fic ^^
thank you for your comment ^_________^
Dec. 4th, 2008 02:07 am (UTC)
gah! how could chun do that?!
just let his dumb shit-head friends abuse su!?
but really...this fic was so good T^T
if only su didn't have to suffer so much..
oh but..

"You dumb shit, that's a room freshener"


LOL. that made me crack up...
i really like su's love for chun..despite all the gayass shit he gets from chun's 'friends'..
anyways,, i loved this fic and can't w8 for more from you<333
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:46 am (UTC)
Awwwww thank you <3
I'm glad you liked it :)
Yeah, I love Junsu :p I'm kinda bias LOL
Thank you, because of you, I'll write even better next time <33333
Dec. 4th, 2008 02:32 am (UTC)
Martyr!!! Junsu's such a martyr. I dislike martyrs... but not Junsu. ;p

I wanted to slap Yoochun for not helping Junsu right away. Good thing there was fluff amongst all that angst.

That was a really good read.

Dec. 5th, 2008 08:48 am (UTC)
LOL you can never dislike Junsu LOL

yeah, I was scared of getting shot to death by yoosu fans if it was pure angst LOL

Thank you <3
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Dec. 5th, 2008 08:49 am (UTC)
LOL I'm sorry did I confuse you :s

:) thank you for the comment <3
Dec. 4th, 2008 06:30 am (UTC)
So much love~~
*squishes teh Yoosu*
Chunnie better get the 7 Ferraris for baby Su~ XDDD
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:49 am (UTC)
lol <3 <3
Thnak you for your comment <3
Dec. 4th, 2008 06:45 am (UTC)
SuSu ♥
damn.. thats what you call LOVE..
it irks me that yoochun cant protect junsu T_____T and i really hope he gets filty rich so that he can marry junsu and give him the happiness junsu deserves...

*sighs* ~~~
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:50 am (UTC)
:) yeah it's good to be loved by Junsu LOL

Thank you for your comment :)
hope you liked it :)
Dec. 4th, 2008 10:10 am (UTC)
chun better keep his words or else i'll kill him and his stupid bunch of friends with my own hands!

*grabs a metal baseball bat*
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:50 am (UTC)
HAHAHAHHHAHA *feels sorry for Yoochun* LOL

Thank you for reading and commenting <3
Dec. 4th, 2008 02:04 pm (UTC)
Wow...So sad reading this at first =_= but it got fluffy towards the end...

I felt Junsu's pain and Yoochun's aswell, sad that he couldn't protect his baby, it must have hurt him as well hearing/watching his 'friends' beat up his boyfriend...
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:52 am (UTC)
Yeah :( I'm sure it did hurt him...

:) I hope you liked it
Thank you for reading and for your comment <3
Dec. 4th, 2008 04:53 pm (UTC)
haha silly yoochun mistook the room freshener as deodorant.

>__< it juz hurt why yoochun cant help junsu when the other jerks abused him...

nevertheless their love is so sweet :D
Dec. 5th, 2008 08:53 am (UTC)
Yeah sometimes in life we hurt :s

:) thank you, I hope you liked it
And thanks for the comment ^______^
Dec. 6th, 2008 12:36 am (UTC)
aww, this is so sweet!
i really had the urge to cry while i read this. T__T
but i couldn't help but lol at the ending. XD

i am friggin' in love with this contest! *saves* ^^
Dec. 6th, 2008 03:48 am (UTC)
awww thank you :)
glad you liked it ^^
Thank you for commenting :)
Dec. 6th, 2008 03:23 pm (UTC)
oh this is wonderful~~<333 i fully believe in the powerful mix of fluff and angst~*beams* teehee~^____^
Dec. 8th, 2008 03:10 pm (UTC)
LOL I believe in it too :p
Thank you for reading and commenting :)

Dec. 8th, 2008 01:25 pm (UTC)
OH baby ibleed. shit. i love this. like LOVE IT<3 you should write more. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE :D
Dec. 8th, 2008 03:12 pm (UTC)
<3 I will bb, I'm working on a fic right now, it's a short fic but hopefully you'll like it, I'll send it to you first when I finished it :)

and no babe, I don't want anything :) I'm jus excited to see you <3
Mar. 7th, 2009 09:52 pm (UTC)
OMG! can you write a sequel when yoochun indeed become a rich athlete with 7 ferraris and married junsu, please? I LOVED IT!!!^^
Mar. 7th, 2009 10:00 pm (UTC)
It was beautiful. ♥ painful, but beautiful.

This should have a continuation because I'm a sucker for happy endings.
Mar. 8th, 2009 12:07 am (UTC)
That was bittersweet..but really lovely...
Mar. 8th, 2009 02:27 am (UTC)
;________; I LOVED IT!!!!! ;_;
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