It's a Wild, Wild World II

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 07:57:13 GMT

Title: It's a Wild, Wild World II
Author: Yunnieshii
Rate: General Viewing
Length: A few chappies^^
Genre: Drama/crack
Summary: Previously, at the end of Series One, we found out that Junsu/Yoochun got married and had 6 children, Jaeho promised to go on a date the night of Changmin's wedding day and Changmin/Keita were happily getting married. Two years later, the lads reunited at Baa Baa Island, somewhere in Northern Africa, after a stunning twist of fate. The question now, why is Changta running away from Keita's dad? Would Junsu reveal the cause behind the downfall of his marriage? Is Jaejoong still... alive?

CHAPTER 01- Two Years Later

Looking back at those photographs really got Yunho’s head spinning. His eyes started to water and his lips had evidently turned pale.

“Jaejoong…” He uttered sadly, a hand smoothing a photograph of him standing beside a young, blond man who was hugging a Hamtaro plushy. Past memories swept into Yunho’s tangled mind. He remembered they were at Namdeumum Market at that time.

“Jaejoong ah…why…why did you have to die??”

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Kim Junsu and Park Yoochun sat quietly in their seats. Their marriage counselor, Dr. Lee gazed at them with unseeing eyes. He had known the Park couple for too long. Too long to know that another session is going to go to waste. Still, it was his job to get them back together. That was what he’s paid for.

“Let’s start this shall we?” Dr. Lee pretended to sound enthusiastic. Not receiving any respond after a few long moments, he began to shift uncomfortably in his armchair. “Well, somebody needs to start or we’re not going anywhere.”

Still no respond.

If he could have his way, Dr. Lee would have closed the session for the day, but nope, his conscience wouldn’t let him. It’s all about work ethics.

“Look.” Body slouched, elbows rested on his thighs, and hands clasped in a praying motion, Yoochun showed signs of wanting to talk.

“Look… fuck you.”

Dr. Lee heaved an exasperated sigh. At least one of them is speaking.

“Do you always have this angry mood, Mr. Park?” Dr. Lee proceeded, calm as he spoke. Yoochun sank back into his seat and started rubbing his heavily-crinkled forehead. “What the fuck am I doing here?” He muttered under his breath.

“It was your stupid idea, fag!” Junsu exclaimed. Dr. Lee almost dropped his glasses. Junsu had never been this close to angry. This was a first. But then again, it was also the first time he had said anything.

“Fag? Is that what you refer your husband as?” Dr. Lee decided it was no harm to push his luck. Maybe today was the day he will get the Park couple to speak up. Then he will get to go to Baa Baa Island, his escape to paradise, for his annual leave. Dr. Lee picked up a clipboard from his desk and jotted down stuffs he thought would be useful for future references.

FAG- what Yoochun is referred as by his wife, Junsu.

Junsu turned pale in the face. Clearly, he had not expected to react that way either. He was even more surprised when Yoochun simply brushed him off and proceeded to take a nap on an empty long couch.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that…” Junsu bit his bottom lip when he realized he almost spill the truth. His gaze quickly shifted from Dr. Lee’s to the floor.

“What is it? What were you going to say?” Carefully, Dr. Lee placed his clipboard on the desk. Not like it was made of glass or anything, he just didn’t want to wake Yoochun up. Yoochun was not the kind who would welcome a heart-to-heart talk. But Junsu was different. Dr. Lee decided he’d get Junsu to open up.

Sensing fear in Junsu, Dr. Lee leaned his body over the desk and spoke in a hush-hush tone. “Whatever it is you’re going to tell me is strictly private and confidential. No one, not even Yoochun…” As he mentioned the name, he and Junsu slowly to turned to Yoochun’s direction. He was already snoring by now.

“… not even Yoochun is going to know. He will have absolutely no idea how our conversation took off while he’s napping.” Dr. Lee never took his eyes off Junsu. After giving Junsu a few seconds to absorb what he just said, he slumped back into his seat and sat cross-legged. “So…” He said casually, pushing his Calvin-Klein spectacles backwards.

“Tell me.”

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“What the fuck… fuck!”

Keita awoke to a noise coming from the kitchen. He reached over to the other side of the bed and felt nothing but an empty patch of warmth. “Changmin…” He muttered sleepily. At the back of his mind, he realized it was a Sunday, and Sunday was not in Changmin’s list of ‘Favourite Days’. Sunday means Aunt Yoori has the day off and therefore, Sunday means no food prepared for Changmin. Sometimes, just sometimes, Keita wished his partner would go hungry for him like how he’s always hungry for food. Burying his head under a pillow, Keita felt like sleeping for one more hour.

PRANGGG!

CLANGGG!

CRASH!

Pots and pans now?

Keita groaned aloud and lifted himself off bed. Giving himself a few seconds to absorb the daylight, Keita shook away the dizziness in his head. “Changmin dear… you’d better be making a mess in the kitchen or I’ll rape you five days round.” He got up to his feet, snatched his bath rope from the floor and headed to the kitchen.

Two seconds later, he let out the most deafening scream.

“BABY, what are you doing? Are you trying out for the Chinese opera??” Keita took a step back as the white-faced figure in front of him raised up his hands in defeat. “Fuck you, cracking a joke like that. I was just trying to make breakfast.”

Changmin walked to the sink to rinse his flour-smeared face. Keita failed to suppress his laughter.

“WHAT? YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?” Changmin exploded in anger. He wiped the last drop of water on his face and threw it back into the sink. “I’m so sick of this, Keita! I’m so sick of not being able to walk out of the house like normal people do! I’m so sick of not being able to go out and watch the locals play soccer! I’M SO SICK OF RUNNING AWAY FROM YOUR DAD!”

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dry these tears and r.i.p

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 09:27:20 GMT

I tried.I tried and tried and tried.Don't deny that ..please.I tried so hard..harder than anything, harder than anyone.But why can't i do it..? i tried.I know i did.I just know it.I did fucking tried but people don't understand.You don't understand.Nobody understands that i tried.I really did.What's wrong ? What went wrong ? Why is it always wrong ? Is it me ? Is it me ? .Why am i here ? You know ? No ? i don't too.i have Physics tomorrow..yeah..i'm not supposed to be here..not suppose to.Nope.i tried yesterday and the day before and the day before and the day before and before.i tried.Mom said i tried...i did ? But she didn't look too happy, did she ? No, don't tell them i'm lazy.Don't compare me with her..with them..Why can't you see i'm ME..and that i've tried ? No.please..stupidity is a curse.And stupidity is what i have.Even stupidity mocks me for succumbing to it.Maybe the phrase 'think positive' never exist in the first place.Positive people are bimbos in denial, really.i didn't outdo myself..i swear.I didn't overworked.I didn't want to get stressed.I didn't want to.But she says its my fault.MY FAULT.My fault that i knew i tried but didn't tried hard enough.For her.Or for myself.if i cry over split milk, can i gather them back into the jar again ? can i at least make ammends for what i did and what i didn't ?

I want to die so badly at times.But i can't.I don't dare to.I'm so pathetic.Maybe i should wait for some samaritans to murder me.I'll be selfish and die.When i was selfish enough to keep things to myself, no one complaint did they ?
Don't tell me it's no big deal.Don't tell me to never give up.Don't tell me to do what i've been trying to do but failed over and over again.I've been going through this since i was 8 so don't fucking tell me to become something i just can't !
I can't control it.The essense of hatred just keeps brewing deep inside and if i were to let it all out, the earth will turn to hell.Why am i confused ? Why am i caught between an act of delusion where everything i held on brittles and slipped off my grasp and the reality where i stand as a person with a tiny pinch of bitter hope towards life ?

I like smiling a lot.And sometimes i smile so hard because i'm afraid i'm going to lose it someday.
I tried to smile today.I wanted to smile today.

And i did.

...but it made me feel bitter.

and now i can't smile anymore.

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 12:14:50 GMT

I got locked out of house today !! My stupid grandfather was either too deaf to listen to my wails and moans or he was just getting back at me for glaring at him when he gagged cud the other day.Stupid stupid stupid !!

Gahh..i'm so fucking pissed.

But after seeing this...*sizzles*..

I figure if i couldn't get YunJae, then i'm out hunting for their son..*prowls around*

The Nothingness In Me.

It's a Wild, Wild World II

dry these tears and r.i.p