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24 June 2008 @ 11:41 pm
the beautiful side of somewhere [3/?]  

title: the beautiful side of somewhere
pg-13 (domestic violence, language)
pairings: jaemin; jongkey; sunye/changmin frienship; various others
I am not LSM or JYP.  I don't own any of the artists in this story.

changmin ends up at the police station. a certain blonde guitarist makes a grand appearance again, and this time, he's not so mysterious.

{I wanna know what is it that you do
To keep from hurting anyone but you?
Cause i still say your name when i don't feel right, just like i used to
And if most people fade to gray and black, you'll fade to light blue.
I think too much and then start talking mean.
Where did i get all these selfish genes?
Best friends, i'm a bad best friend.
I'll meet you today when no-one is watching.
We'll throw our money away, i'll meet you today.

Bad Best Friend Nada Surf

"I'm pretty sure I hate the freaking world. So leave."

Was how Sun Ye greeted me on Wednesday morning, at around five o' clock. I might have been offended if I wasn't so tired, so I just stared at the mess of dark hair and random limbs and strewn clothes and entangled sheets for a moment until a foghorn of a snore pulled me out of it. I climbed through a sea of cotton until I was firmly seated on the sleeping girl's waist, and bounced. “Get up.”

"OW. Ow. Stop it! Changmin, stop, it hurts. Seriously," she groaned under my weight and it felt like I was sitting on a pit of fire. It was as if a blaze had ignited the my knuckles as I pressed the back of my hand to her forehead. I drew my eyebrows together and looked at her half-concealed face carefully; her eyelids shuttered like broken window blinds.

"You have a fever."

"Really not that surprising; I feel like shit. Get off, Min," she breathed, just a hoarse whisper, not like Sun Ye at all. My heart turned to mush or putty or play-doh and I obeyed her.

On the way to her kitchen, I nodded to 'Grammy' Lee, but she didn't greet me back. The vaginal-hair-treatment advertisement kept playing on the blinking television screen, and the remote fell out of her wrinkled hands, onto the floor. Her eyes remained open, but soft snores bubbled up from her lips. Creepy.

It was kind of almost impossible to find a bottle of Advil in the medicine cabinet- which, by the way, is probably the most cluttered area of the apartment (other than Sun Ye's closet, actually)- because I had to swim through an ocean of depression pills, cheap arthritis heating pads, random antibiotics. Just a cacophony of things like fertilization pills and Viagra and other things I never needed to see to die a content man.

I finally got the little red tablets to Sun Ye with a bottle of Endurance Vitamin Water (because, seriously, seriously, that's all she ever drinks when Starbucks isn't an option), and forced her to swallow them down. I almost choked her with the thermometer, and she glowered up at me. "Oh shit. One-hundred and...two degrees."

"Guess someone isn't going to school today." Wow, I could be a jerk. I struggled to keep the smirk off of my face, because, really, it was horrible that she was ill, but it appeared in my voice instead. Nude models in AP Drawing today, and I knew for certain that Michael DiOrio had signed his six-packs right up for that session. Boyfriend or not, half the female population of Sun Ye's high school, including herself, was eager to catch a well-endowed soccer player without his clothes on (possibly losing a large quantity of body fluids in the process).

Her eyes glinted eerily from under the cover, but she just watched me sadly. Truthfully, her lack of response kind of scared me shit less, and I laughed in an apprehensive, not really humored kind of way.

"Give me my cell and get out," she croaked, softly.

I obliged, noting that I really needed to leave soon anyway; I reached into the first drawer of her nightstand, puling out about twenty pounds' worth of key chains with the metallic green Motorola. Her fingers padded slowly, tiredly, across the numbered keypads as she texted. I bounced from heel to heel in impatience until she finished.

"Why do you need glow-in-the-dark condoms, Sunpie?"



Biochemistry with Lab passed without me melting a vial (which I have done before), but I had no idea what I was mixing or cutting or soluting, because all I could think of was heat and lava and sweat and wet towels and how, as much as I hated to admit it, I was worried to death about Sun Ye, over a fever. And I wished I had told my mom to go over and take care of her and make her soup and put her head in her lap while cooing her to sleep because Sun Ye didn't have her own mother to do those -take-for-granted things and she had never had, while I had always had.

And had I been less selfish and less obsessive I wouldn't have minded getting to class a little later and holding Sun Ye's hand while she slept because she had held mine when I had needed stitches in my chin and had had my appendix removed and had been afraid of suddenly liking girls because I didn't know if I could kiss or hug or flirt in the right ways.


Tonguing my Blueberry Blast slurpee, I sat on the dew-drenched bench by the statue of Columbus at Arrigo Park, not caring that the wetness seeped through my jeans and pooled under my knees, and watched twilight float onto the treetops. And I really don't know how I missed it, but suddenly there was something under the wooden seat, and suddenly its scarred hands slithered out, followed by a ebony-curtained head, and the body of a girl who, somehow, looked too old for her age. I shot through the air and my slurpee kissed the ground with an ugly splat.

I glanced at my white-sneakered feet and then the girl, affronted. Her head lolled on the ground, and, with her hair spread across the wet grass like that, I could clearly see red liquid...(candy?paint?blood?) staining her already crimson lips and chin and neck and chest and (oh god, oh god). My cellphone was already out; fingers trembling, I dialed 911 after three tries because I kept getting dizzy and the numbers kept sweating under my fingers; oh, why were they sweating so much, why couldn't they stay still?.

I didn't realize I was crying until I caught sight of my flushed, tearstained face in the neon blue and red, siren-painted windows of the police car when a bald, grim faced officer slid in next to me and drove me to the police station.

They asked me standard questions: "Do you know her?", "When did you find her?", "How do you think this happened?" Blahblahblah- useless inquiries because I couldn't answer anything, and, even if I did know the answers, they'd probably have been answers that nobody wanted.

After an hour, maybe more, on that uncomfortable, cold plastic chair in that too-bright too-small room, a female officer came in and told us that she was asleep at Cook County Hospital, that they had found an number in her pocket, and I remembered thinking, sadly, that they should have woken her up before they ran their hands over her body and inside her clothes because she wasn't dead and she wasn't a corpse.

I was somewhere between sleep and a dazed state of awaked-ness when the hinges of the door creaked open and someone knelt in front of me. I tried to stop my head from rolling into slumber long enough to make sure I wasn't dreaming, because I knew that face and voice and blonde head from somewhere.

"Thank you so much," I heard him laugh, relieved, shaky, when I was finally coming to. His fingers, the same pretty ones that confirmed his identity, burned my wrists when he shook them desperately. "You have no idea how much I owe you. Yoobin too."

"Nuh....You dun... really," He didn't owe me anything, I was trying to say. I was trying to be polite and modest and mature and impressive, for no reason and every reason, but nothing resembling English would come out and I felt hot and foolish and frustrated. He chuckled again and I sat up straighter, annoyed. "I didn't do anything, Jaejoong." I mumbled, and some of the words came out right, I think.

His stretched smile blinded me. "But I came to thank you. You're going to disappoint me?" His grip loosened and my wrists felt cold and numb.

I shook my head, back and forth, side to side. "Will she be okay?"

"She's doing fine.-"

"You can head home, now, Changmin." We both looked up at Officer Sherry and she smiled at me softly. "Do you need a ride, sweetie?"

I started to shake my head, no, but remembered that my car was still at school. I nodded sheepishly and got up. "What time is it?"

"Around ten-thirty, honey. We already called your mother and let her know that nothing was wrong. She actually wanted to come get you," she laughed heartily, "but we assured her that you were in no trouble. Just warned her that you'd be a little drained when you got home."

Well, she was right about that. I slung my jacket over my arm.

"Goodnight Changmin. Thank you, again." I looked over my shoulder and felt, like the last time, that I was dancing somersaults.

"Yeah. Goodnight."


Officer Sherry was a sweet, young woman who let me sleep in her car. But I was restless, so she asked me lighthearted questions that didn't require much thought as she drove. I found myself telling her about the Christmas my father dressed up as Saint Nick and presented my mother with a kiss and a beautiful diamond necklace, and how their smiles seemed to electrify and light up the tree and the bulbous ornaments. That was years before the promotions and the suspicions and the hushed fights at night when they all thought I was asleep.

I said "thank you" and "goodnight" when I climbed out of the white car and ran past the plastic shrubbery and up the stairs and narrow corridors until I got to the fourth floor. Instead of knocking on 436, I slid my key into 437, padded past the dark living room with the always flashing television, through the short, empty hallway, and fell onto Sun Ye's bed. She was already sleeping, breathing heavily, so I took her arms, wrapped them all around me until her heat was like a blanket, and held on to her like a lifeline. 

Current Music: "Sunshine" - Keane
emda: Changminemda on June 25th, 2008 04:25 am (UTC)
wow... what happen to yoobin? poor sunye with fever. Wow... damn shock had Changmin.
Like the chapter... wonder what will happen next? and the title sounds cool... me like it :)
sindy: spindriftt---spindriftt on June 26th, 2008 01:23 am (UTC)
You'll see in the next chapter~ ♥
Changmin was really shocked, but it took a while to set in, didn't it?
thanks for reading!!!
-purplehaze_33 on June 25th, 2008 05:14 am (UTC)
yeshh, you updated this!

keep it up, we love it=]
sindy: spindriftt-----spindriftt on June 26th, 2008 01:23 am (UTC)
thank youuuu <333
i see your shineciel_dao on June 25th, 2008 07:00 pm (UTC)
*sniff* poor changminnie and he is so stupid.
you have permanently embedded min-jookie and min in my head. Minmin!
this is really touching. :)
update soon and thanks!
sindyspindriftt on June 26th, 2008 01:24 am (UTC)
he issss! I feel worse for Sun Ye, though. But I guess that's cause I know what's going on with her.
Ahaha. I'm glad~
Thanks for reading, sweetie ^^
this_hyukjaethis_hyukjae on June 25th, 2008 10:02 pm (UTC)
new reader.

im really loving your story. i think the relationship developing between changmin and jaejoong is really something sweet. i love how jaejoong loves people, regardless of what they are, where they're from or what sex they are. that seems like a very jaejoongish thing. i really like how you write the story from both of their perspectives, so much so, i don't even know how to describe it properly. haha i can't wait for jae's chapter next, if that's where you're going.

i'm not in any way a wg fan, but i DO like YOUR sunye and am very much interested in yoobin's character. anyway, i can't wait until your next update!
sindy: kame and maruspindriftt on June 27th, 2008 12:33 am (UTC)
hi there ^^
thank you so much for reading and commenting ♥
jaejoong is a completely compassionate sweetie. I adore him, and I'm trying to bring that aspect of his personality out in this, even though he is a streetsmart kid with a darker past.
And although you're not a wg fan, I'm glad that you like the Sun Ye and Yoo Bin in this story. They're my favorite two in WG xDD

紫のチャンミン: JaeMin in paris IIkurogoma on June 28th, 2008 05:26 am (UTC)
sorry for the late comment.
it's just such a small world where jaemin is concerned, especially for changmin now that he is finally aware of jaejoong's existence. i like that jaejoong makes him feel all tongue-tied and flustered. LOL

looking forward to more jaemin ♥
ashleyjaneeashleyjanee on September 25th, 2010 07:10 am (UTC)
I have no idea how - but I managed to stumble over this story and I really wish that one day you update because this is a beautiful story and I absolutely want to see how Jaejoong's and Changmin's relationship forms and deepens.