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‘Hey Chunnie, it’s me Jae. I haven’t heard from you in a while. Congratulation on your new hits for the song, I sent you a card and a little gift but hey, you didn’t reply to any of that. Not that I mind or anything. Anyway, I really wanted to talk to you about something, if you got this message please call me back. It’s getting really lonely talking to a machine now. Bye.’
Beep, you have no longer other voice messages.
The stack of papers fell off his face as he was starting to move from an hour of quick nap. Sleeping in his studio with many papers scattered around the space was something he is used to it.
Park Yoochun is a man with high dedication toward his work but due to this also, he lacked in his share for dating and stuff. Not that he isn’t a good looking, or have a bad voice or anything, he was an icon in high school, received many confession from the girls but things just never work well for him. They would date him for a week or two and eventually they would be the one to ask for a break up, saying he’s too good for them, making them felt inferior or something.
He doesn’t really remembered nor he wants to understand any of it, maybe because he was the least interested in any of them in the first place.
It was back in college that he finally met someone who at least spoken the same language as he is, someone who could carried out a normal conversation with him, someone who stuck with him and shared whatever random things he, or the other wanted to talk about. Someone he could be honest with.
“Jae?”
He rummaged through the pile of paper for his phone, it has to be around here somewhere.
After knocking few papers off the table, along with 2 paper cups of what once hold the black coffee he usually had on an overnight work, he found the silver handphone, next to his wallet and a bunch of keys to the apartment.
“There you are.”
Going through all the list of contact he finally found the number he was looking and hit the dial button. It was after the second rang the other on the line picked up the phone. Fast as ever, guess Jae always had his phone around him.
“Hey Jae, what up?”
“Chunnie, how nice of you to finally returned my calls. You know, 20 missed called and 15 text messages, if I don’t know you so well, I would have long dumped you.”
“Then I’m thanking god, I’m not your boyfriend, I’m your best friend, remember? There’s no way of you dumping me.” Yoochun chuckled at the end of the line, it always seemed easy talking to Jaejoong.
“Yah, we dated once remembered, it was you who decided we should just stayed as best friend.”
“So, you said you have something to tell me about?”
“Oh! Yeah! I almost forgot….”
Yoochun heard a deep inhale by the other even through the phone.
“Chun, you’re not gonna believe this, but…I’m getting marry. This Saturday.”
‘Thump’
a long silence before Yoochun’s cringed was heard, it sounded like he was in pain.
“Chun? are you there? are you okay?” Jaejoong sounded worry.
“No, I’m not. Am I hearing this right? You, Kim Jaejoong is getting marry? To whom? And isn’t Saturday just another five days away?”
“You’re gonna meet him soon enough, actually just as soon as you get into the flight I’ve already booked for us. Oh and it’s tonight, just packed whatever necessary Chun, we decided to held the wedding in Jeju, where his grandparents are.”
“So you want me to leave everything and just come spend the next 4 days with you?”
“Yup.”
“You can’t be serious, what if I never returned your calls?”
“Then I’m already on my way to get you and we’ll be flying to Jeju tonight. Together.”
“Why do you need me so much? Did it not occur to you that I might got some work to finish and couldn’t attend the wedding? I mean, come on, you know how much I hate weddings.”
“Now, now Chunnie, calm your tits. Who do you think I am? I’m Kim Jaejoong, remember? I’ve already done everything necessary to bring you with me. Your boss has already agreed and all your things had been packed and readied. Besides, it’s my wedding Chunnie, how can I get marry without having my best friend by my side.”
“Geez…you really a push over.” Jaejoong’s merrily laughter was heard on the other end, clearly he had won.
While Jaejoong continued reminding Yoochun of the details on their flight that night, the only thing that kept playing in his head was that his best friend was getting married. The one that had ever understanding him, been true to him is about to be taken by a psycho he never even knew. He felt strange and for a second there, his mind had been revising a plan on how to win over his first love back. His Jaejoong back.
That night, in the airport
“Baby, you’re here.”
A stranger, tall and handsome, with a pair of cat-eyes like and small but smart looking face, hair well-styled and all was bear-hugging Jaejoong as soon as they were on the arrival gate.
“Yunnie~~”
Jaejoong happily returned the gesture and land a sweet peck on the stranger’s left cheek as he was smiling ever so radiantly. Yoochun could only stand on aside and watched the whole thing. He was waiting to be introduced.
“Let me get that for you Boo, it seemed like its heavy.”
“Thanks Yunnie, you’re too kind. Ah! Right. Yunnie, this is”
Jaejoong pulled on Yoochun’s forearm to bring him forward. Yunho beats him to it.
“Park Yoochun, it’s a pleasure to finally able to meet you. Jaejoong has been talking about you a lot.”
He extended his hand for a hand shake.
Yoochun took it, as he felt it would be rude to decline such gesture considering the other was only trying to be friendly. What he didn’t expect was he would be pulled for a hug as well with casual pats on his shoulder. He cleared his throats a few time, still not use with the way-to-friendly sort of treatment from the other. Especially not someone you just met less than 3 seconds ago.
“You must be Jung Yunho then.”
“Yup, that’s me. The lucky guy who got Jae’s hand in marriage.”
“You have no idea.” Yoochun whispered under his breath, and nobody noticed that.
“Boo, I brought Changmin along with me, I thought we could go take a look at the wedding tux after this. You’ll be the one wearing white, right? You remember Changmin do you? ”
“Yeah, white matches with my skin better, not that I look ugly in black though, but I think you’ll look better in black, Yunnie.” He playfully winked at his fiance, before nodded and bowed politely to the other.
“It’s good to see you again Changmin-shi.”
“You can call me Changmin if you like. I’m younger than you anyway, you don’t have to be so formal around me, Jaejoong hyung. Is it alright if I call him that, hyung?” Changmin looked at Yunho, asking for his permission.
“Sure, it is okay with you boo? Changmin is not much different than a brother to me. And guess what, he’s our maid of honor since you were the one who picked our best man.”
“Of course. Then I hope the two of you will be getting along, alright?”
Jaejoong pulled Yoochun again, this time is to be in front of Changmin.
“Changmin, this is Park Yoochun.”
Yoochun seemed awkward, he never likes to be introduced to a stranger.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Yoochun-shi. My name is Shim Changmin.” He handed the other his business card.
“I’ll be looking forward to work with you then.”
At the bridal shop, where they were trying out their wedding tux
“So Min, how do I look? Not too fancy or overly old fashion is it? Perfect for a wedding occasion?”
Yunho posed in front of the mirror as he tried to tie his bow tie, his eyes met with Changmin’s from the mirror. Changmin approached him closer and took control of the situation, clearly Yunho never learn how to tie this because all he does is wrinkling the bow even more than necessary.
“Let see,”
Changmin got closer to Yunho to inspect the suit properly.
“The width of the lapel seemed alright with you, the shoulders seem to fit as well and no air gaps, yup I think it’s good enough and the style look exquisite. I think it’s a good call. But sure you don’t want to try some more? I think the other 3 seemed…descend as well.”
Changmin eyes were focused on the bow tie as he continued with the task in hand.
As soon as he was done, his eyes travelled up to the owner of the neck, couldn’t help to feel a little flustered by their close distant before moving away, as he carefully lead the other back to be in front of the mirror again to examine the complete version of the suit on.
“Yup, I think I like this one. Let’s just go ahead with this one then.”
Yunho nodded, seemly confident over his decision.
“Alright then, if you say so.”
Changmin took his planner and typed on something into it, a reminder before taking a picture of Yunho, he may need to report this to Mrs.Jung since she did specifically order to keep her updated on her son’s wedding plan.
“So all that’s left is Jaejoong hyung’s suit then…”
“Hey Changmin” Yunho called him.
“Yes?”
“I’m really glad you’re here with me you know. I wouldn’t know what else to do if you weren’t. Thanks.”
“Whatever to make you happy hyung, now let’s take a look on your beautiful groom next.”
Changmin went out from the room, heading to the other side of the changing room where Jaejoong and Yoochun were supposed to be trying out.
At the other side of the shop,
“Chunnie, I don’t think this is the one either. Let’s try another one.”
Yoochun sighed, it was already his fifth suit Jaejoong had tried on but all those first forth don’t seemed to suit to his taste, then again he always had been a picky fella right from the start.
“Jae, is it alright if I ask you something?” Yoochun tried to start a conversation with him.
“Sure, shot me. Which one is better, this one or that one?” He seemed to be immersed in shopping but seemed to be paying attention as well. So yoochun tries to give it a shot.
“Okay, how long have you known this Yunho guy?”
“How long? Let see, I meet him about two months ago in a fashion show. He was one of the investors there if I’m not mistaken.”
“Okay, so when did you two start dating? I remembered you came bailing your eyes out on me four months ago about a dramatic broke up.”
“It was right after that really.”
“So when did he proposed? Wait, it was him that proposed, right?”
Jaejoong giggled over the exaggerated expression Yoochun showed him. Why, is it weird if he was the one who purposed first?
“Yes, he did. But he just a step before me, I was going to ask him either way.”
“You two were that serious?! I mean come on, is this really the Kim Jaejoong I knew? Since when did you just trust with your guts and decided to settle down?! As far as I knew, the Jaejoong I knew is so afraid of commitment and being belonging to anyone. What happen to the free spirited?”
“Well…” Jae pulled a long pause on the note and put down the suit he was looking on, and this time he turned properly to Yoochun.
“I’m still me you know. And it’s not like I was after him because of his background or anything, we had a love at first sight.”
“Love at first sight? You seriously believe in those old folks fairytales?”
“I don’t, alright.”
He laughed and settled down to a seat.
“It’s just felt so right being with him. I couldn’t imagine myself without him. When I first met him, the very first moment our eyes met, I just thought, ‘Ah, so he’s the one. He’s the one I’ve been waiting for.’”
And that moment did Yoochun realized, ‘ah I’ve lost without even beginning.’ The look Jaejoong gave him while he was describing his relationship with Yunho, was one he never showed anyone before.
That Jung is rich, no kidding.
He, well actually it’s his family that owned the summer house, here in Jeju. Usually they used it as a resort for the rich people but for the occasion, the place is fully booked for all the guests and for the grooms. Not only he has a great personality, charisma blazing all over him, and he had to be born in a rich family, a chaebol.
Drowning himself with the alcohol by the bar counter (in which also owned by the Jung’s) was Yoochun, looking miserable as ever. He felt devastated, like he had just lost a priceless procession without he even realized it.
It may be start out as a claim because his best friend is about to be stolen away, his soul mate, but now, looking at the way Jaejoong acts around Yunho, spending time with him again, he realized something. He had been in love with Jaejoong for awhile now, maybe for the past 8 years he had known him, only adding more to his misery.
Yoochun circled his finger around the tip of the glass. The ice in it clinched.
“You’re bad, you’re really bad. I want to forget him, but you don’t even try to comfort me one bit.”
Alcoholic-talking to the content of the glass he was nursing.
“You looked misery. What? It’s your best friend wedding and you can’t even at least be happy for him.” A voice from another person startled him.
“Oh, it’s just you. Leave me alone. I don’t want any company. I’m too tired to pull out a good act, pretending to be the good guy here.”
“Then don’t.” Changmin moved to the empty seat right next to him.
“The seat is not taken I assumed. Unless you were here with an imaginary friend you called as Blue?” He tried to loosen the atmosphere.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny.” Yoochun wasn’t even the least amused, choosing to empty out the whole content in the glass while Changmin took his time while the bartender preparing his drink, they shared a moment of silent.
“You love him, don’t you? Kim Jaejoong?”
Changmin studied the expression he had, once he let the words slipped from him. The shocked and vulnerable look that Yoochun had.
“I’m right, aren't I?” There was teasing tone lingered while Yoochun frown on the other's frankness.
“Then reward yourself a price then. Go ahead and laugh. I know, it’s pathetic, to be the best man for the one you loved so much, seeing he slipped away right in front of you.”
“Yeah, it’s a pathetic." Changmin agreed, before continued.
"But you’re not alone in that. It takes a broken heart to notice another. We’re not that much of different. You and I.”
Yoochun finally lifted his head and took a better look at Changmin.
“What? Do you love Jaejoong as well?” Earning him a ‘what-the-fuck’ look from the other.
“No. I hate him.”
“Ah…so you love Yunho then.” Realization hits him, and Changmin practically rolled his eyes over the oblivion.
“Why don’t you do something about it then?” Yoochun suggested, not a smart one apparently.
“What don’t you then?” Changmin shotted him back.
Both of them sighed, and poured more drink onto they glasses, getting ready to be drunk some more.
“Are you kidding? Those two clearly adored each other. I can’t ever do something like that to them. My feeling is only going to be a burden to him.” Yoochun confessed.
“You’re really a nice guy. And here I thought I should plan on something to break them apart. Do you want in?”
“With two drunk guys, planning on something evil? I don’t think it’s a wise thing to do.” They both laughed on the truth they spoke, masked by the effect from the alcohol.
Morning came and Yoochun cursed on the sunlight that dares to beam so brightly, not like anyone could do anything about it.
He opened his eyelids and was greeted by a strange room he never remembered got into. He vividly remembered anything that happen last night, the last thing he remembered....
He met someone at the bar, then talked....then hot lips pressed against his, their eagerness in taking off each other clothes..... then... then.......
The images flooded back into his head.
Damn, a one night stand.
The second his tried to seat up, the hangover was there. He looked over the empty space next to him. It was already cold and there was a note left, telling him to take his time, and he didn’t have to attend the family gathering that morning.
It amazed him how the other had the energy to even attends such a crappy event. Then again Changmin might had like going to such even in the first place.
It was after a long, warm shower did Yoochun realized that the other had already prepared a change of cloth for him.
He felt a flush of embarrassment swept through him, in front of someone he just met, well having a one night isn't so bad but the key point was.... he let his guard down, and let out the biggest cat out of the bag. He bumped his head on the nearest wall a few times, embarrassed and just trying to get his mind straight.
Only then he realized, Changmin isn’t that bad. He listened to him, like really listened to him. And he hasn't had that sort of honest conversation, heck even Jaejoong didn't even know about this. He chuckled over a thought that had just came over him,
Maybe.
Just maybe,
he had just found himself his match-made in heaven at his best friend’s wedding.