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Yoochun and Noona

The voice was distant.  It was soft, feminine and familiar.  It called out to him gently.

"Wake up, Yoochun.  It's time to get up.

A little boys voice answered.

"But I don't want to get up, I want to keep sleeping."

The womans voice was louder now.

"Don't argue with me Park Yoochun.  Get out of bed.  You have things to do today."

"But I want to sleep."

"You have places to go, Yoochun," the woman said.  She was getting annoyed with the little boy.

"Can I go out and play?"

"No, Yoochun, big boys don't play.  You are a big boy now."

The little boy began to whine.

"I'm not a big boy.  I wan't to go out and play!"

The voice was stern.

"You have to hurry or it will be too late."

"What will be too late?  Hello?  Are you still there?  I'm afraid.   Did you leave me?  Don't leave me....please........"

A crack of thunder woke Park Yoochun from his sleep.  He sat up in the bed clutching his chest.  The rain pounded against the window in his room.

"My room," he breathed.  "Not Changmin's."

Yoochun remembered everything.  His punishment and humilation at the hands of his magnae.

But Yoochun deserved it.  He was a bastard, and he knew it.  Even if he didn't mean for it to happen, he always managed to screw things up. He had an uncanny knack for hurting the one's he loved.   Love.

"Shit," he said to himself.  "Noona."

Yoochun forced his eyes to adjust to the dark.  He found his clothes and hastily got dressed.  No time to primp and preen.

He gently opened the door and peeked out.  Closing it quietly, he tiptoed down the stairs trying not to make any noise.  It was dark and nobody was home.  Not even Changmin.  They had left him alone.

Yoochun got into his car and drove off into the night.  The rain continued to pour down in buckets.  His mind raced a mile a minute.

"What do I do?  What do I say."  His head was killing him.

"Will she take me back?  What if she says no?"

These thoughts plagued him.  It wouldn't be the first time he failed at love.  It probably wouldn't be the last.  He was only 22 years old.  He had plenty of time to screw things up.  But this relationship was different.  This girl was different.  No, not a girl; a woman.  Not a googly eyed  "oh my God Yoochun  oppa you are so awesome " girl.  A grown woman.  And he loved her.  Or so he thought.

He arrived at Noona's apartment complex.  There were no places to park.  He drove around in the rain until he found a spot.  He realized that in his hurry to get to his Noona, he had forgotten an umbrella.  He didn't even have a coat or a hat.  He was going to get drenched.   Yoochun ran across the street, dodging traffic.  Speeding cars splashed water on him as they drove passed him.  By the time he got to Noona's door, he was soaking wet.
"Fool," he called himself.  He felt sick already.  His asthma had subsided a bit, but he could still feel a tightness in his chest.  The weather was going to make it worse.  He searched his pockets for his medicine.  Nothing.  He cursed himself.  So far, things were not going well.  He took a deep breath (or as deep as he could) and rang the door bell. 

Seconds went by, then minutes.  No answer.  He began to shake.

"Am I too late?  Has she left me already?" 

The door opened.


Noona stared into the eyes of her lover.  The boy was dripping wet.  He was pale and had dark circles under his eyes.  He was pathetic.

"Can I come in," he asked, his body trembling from cold."

Noona stood in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest.   She sighed deeply and let him in.

 He followed her inside.  He wanted to sit down, but he was too wet.  He stood holding himself, still shivering from the cold.


She slapped him hard across the face.

Yoochun put his hand to his cheek.  It stung like Hell, but he deserved it.  He fell to his  knees and begged her forgiveness.

"Noona, please."

"Get out, she yelled at him."

"Noona please, I love you."

She laughed at him.

"You are a selfish little boy and you love only yourself.  Now get up and go.  I never want to see you again."

Yoochun crawled on his hands and knees toward her.  He would not give her up.  Not now.  Not ever.

"Noona, please..."

"We are finished Park Yoochun.  We are done.  Get up and go home."

Yoochun was crying.  He couldn't help himself.  He was a baby.  A big crybaby.  It was what he did best.  Noona opened the door and motioned for him to leave.   But he didn't get up.  He couldn't get up.  He was tired.  His legs were wobbly.  His whole body was numb.  He just lay there on her floor in a puddle of rain and tears.

"It's time to get up Yoochun."

"But I don't want to get up."

"You are a big boy now."

Yoochun crawled to the wall.  He clumsily lifted himself up.  He staggered towards the door, but didn't make it.  The room began to spin and everything turned black.  He reached out into the darkness but there was nothing there.....

Hello?  Are you still there?  I'm afraid.   Did you leave me?  Don't leave me....please........"


( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 12th, 2009 09:25 pm (UTC)
OMG, don't make him die! Even though he was a bastard but asthma Yoochun is too adorable too die X____X <3

Poor Noona, Noona should slap him some more and leave his pathetic ass (which she is partly doing) but they're meant to be togetehr, so a miracle'll happen and everything'll be OK, right? T_T

*anxious* Love reading your fic honey ♥
Mar. 12th, 2009 11:34 pm (UTC)
thanks sweetie..it's getting harder to write...I really don't know how it's going end.
Mar. 12th, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC)
No! Yuchun, don't die... breathe! You can do it.

Oh dear, I don't like the sound of this. Maybe it will make noona realize she loves him. Hopefully?
Mar. 12th, 2009 11:35 pm (UTC)
I'm freaking you guys out...I promise..no death, no dismemberment.....
Nov. 29th, 2009 02:11 am (UTC)
But Yoochun deserved it.
No he doesn’t. Noone deserve violence… ever. No mather what a bastard he was, because face it, he was a bastard, violence is never excused
Noona, be brave, don’t take him back >.<
Nov. 29th, 2009 02:19 am (UTC)
Everyone has the same reaction to this chapter. I must be doing a good job.
Nov. 29th, 2009 02:42 am (UTC)
are you kidding me? you writing is amazing!
Nov. 29th, 2009 02:51 am (UTC)
ty bb
Mar. 6th, 2012 07:43 am (UTC)
Tags and description.

Edited at 2012-03-12 10:50 pm (UTC)
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