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The Next Installment:
Yoochun was bent over his text book for Civil Procedure, tongue out in concentration, when Junsu zoomed into the room and flopped down on him. Yoochun let out a quiet curse as the book fell to the floor and he found himself pinned down.
"Chunnie, save me!"
"What-Su, get off!"
"I HAVE A STALKER."
"Junsu, come on, I'm trying to study."
"Chunnie, I'm serious," Arms tightened around him and Yoochun sighed. "Yoochun!"
"I'm listening."
"You remember Hyukkie?"
"Works part time at the Children's Museum, right?"
"His ex is stalking me!"
I'd like to stalk you, Yoochun thought, noticing a delectable bit of skin peeking up at him from underneath Junsu shirt, but he kept his mouth shut because despite what most people thought, he could control himself. "What makes you think that?"
"He complained that I wasn't online a lot to talk."
“You’re a college student. You work.” Yoochun refused to admit that he was frustrated with Junsu for being petty.
“I know,” Junsu rolled his eyes, “I told him, so then he said, ‘Well, you’ll have to give me your phone number or screen name or e-mail.”
Yoochun narrowed his eyes. “Okay, that’s a little weird.”
“And I very cleverly avoided that. Then he was like, ‘Hey, you should come and play basketball with us, you look like you have the body for it.’”
“He said that?” Jealousy was a strange emotion, Yoochun decided.
“Yeeeees,” Junsu whined, “And so I said that I always get hurt when I play basketball.”
“You do, don’t you?”
“I do. And then he said, ‘nonsense, I’d love to see you there. It’s blah blah time that I didn’t pay attention to, and you should come.”
“Wait. Who is this ‘us’ that he mentioned?”
“Probably gang members, the kind that eat little children for breakfast, I don’t know. It’s the scariest thing ever and I want him to go away.”
Yoochun sighed as the mess on his lap sniffed and he patted Junsu’s head. “It’ll be fine. I’ll just go and punch him for you or something.”
Junsu giggled.
“Mangle his face a bit, hypnotize him and make him dance naked in the streets.”
More giggles.
“There. I like you better all happy and bubbly.”
“It’s temporary. When I go home and find another message online tonight from him asking me what kind of shampoo I use, I will cry.”
“Well, then just stay here and we’ll log on together tomorrow. Then I’ll punch him. Where does he live?”
Junsu brightened considerably. “Really? Weren’t you studying?”
"Um...yes..."
Junsu's eyebrows furrowed and Yoochun shifted uncomfortably under the gaze. "For Yunho's class?"
"Um..."
"Yoochun."
"Yes."
"I'll help you. Besides, I've already taken the class."
"But-"
"Yoochun, seriously. It's Yunho. You need to study. End of discussion."
And whose fault is it that I'm not studying right now? "Fine."
"Seungyon! We're going to be late."
"I don't want to go! I have to study!"
Jaejoong tried to keep his temper under control as he walked up the stairs to Seungyon's room. "You are ten years old, you can't possibly have that much homework. Shut your light off and come downstairs right now. You are coming to your sister's dance recital and if you utter one more word of protest, you will be doing more than just setting the table every night before dinner."
"But I have-"
"Would you like me to list the chores that you will inherit?" Jaejoong smiled sweetly as Seungyon ground his teeth, weighing his options, before refusing to look his uncle in the eye as he put away the book he was reading and walked out of the room, grumbling.
"Thank you."
Jaejoong glided down the steps behind his nephew, smiling as he saw Yunho already ready to go, holding Sun Hea snugly in his arms. As soon as she caught sight of her uncle, she began to wriggle and just because he didn't want to get a headache from a possibly impending tantrum, Jaejoong accepted her into his arms as they waited for Seungyon to find his shoes.
"Thanks for coming."
The gentle kiss that settled on the top of Jaejoong's head made him shiver slightly.
"It beats correcting papers. Where's Changmin?"
"Minnie decided to go with Yoochun when he dropped Ha-Neul off at the auditorium earlier. Ready?"
Seungyon had sidled up beside them, arms crossed over his chest, obviously very peeved, but he nodded.
"Great. Let's go."
"Nini!"
The auditorium was huge and Jaejoong was immediately thankful that he hadn't volunteered to be a backstage "parent" as it were. Too many kids in too large of a space with too many parents thinking that they can do whatever they want irregardless of performances.
"Nini!" Jaejoong followed Sun Hea's pointed finger to where Yoochun and Junsu were sitting with Changmin.
Ever since "the Incident" a few weeks before, Sun Hea's favorite had changed from Junsu to Changmin. Junsu was slightly upset, but he decided that he was above being mad at Minnie because Sun Hea kept Changmin too occupied to be consistently sad.
"Nice seats," Jaejoong commented as Changmin reached out to take Sun Hea.
"Well we got here early enough."
"Nini, smile!"
Sun Hea was patting Changmin's cheeks.
Changmin did so and Sun Hea shrieked with laughter (a trait that Jaejoong decided she had picked up from Junsu. Hopefully, she wouldn't be picking up too much of anything from Changmin, namely his snark and appetite.)
"Sun Hea, no hello for me?" Junsu was pouting.
"Su!" Sun Hea smiled at him but made no move to leave Changmin's lap, completely content to play with the buttons on his shirt and poke Changmin's face whenever he started to look morose.
"I wonder about her," Yunho's voice floated into Jaejoong's ear, "She seems to understand to some extent that Changmin is hurting."
"Well, she doesn't have a full grasp of language yet," Jaejoong whispered back, "She mostly just understands emotions."
"I suppose. These kids all seem older than their age though, it's interesting."
Jaejoong fought the urge to lay his head on Yunho's shoulder and instead began to amuse himself by poking Sun Hea when she wasn't looking, delighting in the way she scrunched up her nose at him in distaste.
"Did you know that Yejin danced?"
"What?"
Jaejoong looked up distractedly at Yunho who was flipping through the program.
"She's a student instructor," Yunho pointed and Jaejoong was rather pleased to see that Yejin had a solo.
"That's a pleasant surprise."
The lights dimmed and Jaejoong smiled as Yunho slid their hands together.
"Hyung," Changmin hissed, "Tell Yoochun to stop molesting Junsu. Just because it's dark, it doesn't make it okay!"
Jaejoong reached across Sun Hea to whack at Yoochun, trying not to notice where his hand disappeared and Junsu's pants began. "There. Are. Little. Children. Here." He mouthed when Yoochun glared at him. "Behave."
"What are they doing?"
Seungyon's interest had piqued and Jaejoong threw another glare at a sheepish Yoochun. "Nothing, Seungyon, now watch."
The boy sulked, but settled back into seat next to Yunho who pushed the boy back every time he tried to peek at Yoochun and Junsu, hoping to catch them in whatever act Jaejoong had been so upset over.
Jaejoong peeked too, but he told himself that it was so that they wouldn't do anything. It had nothing to do with the fact that he liked to see them happy, nothing at all.
They had to wait through several numbers before Ha-Neul's class danced and Jaejoong couldn't hold back his giggle when she appeared on stage practically glowing in her own limelight. She danced her heart out (dance being a loose term) and Jaejoong was almost glowing himself as she walked offstage blowing kisses in her poofy pink dress.
They waited until the end of the show (as directed by staff, unlinke other parents) before going to get her, and Jaejoong thought that sitting through the rest of the performances was worth it because he got to see Yejin dance.
By the first few movements of her body, he knew that the entire auditorium was mesmerized, even Seungyon was watching with mild interest.
Her fluidity was flawless and Jaejoong couldn't imagine how she must have had to train her body to get such perfect control over every muscle.
"Why is she in law school?" He barely heard Yunho over the thunderous applause, "She should be dancing."
Jaejoong found himself agreeing wholeheartedly.
"Where's Sun Hea?"
A panicking Changmin appeared in front Junsu's face.
"What do you mean where is she, she's with you," Junsu made sure that Yoochun was watching before sucking off dip that had leaked onto his fingers. Then his brain realized what Changmin had said. "She is with you, right?"
Changmin shook his head.
"She's with Jaejoong, then."
Changmin shook his head.
"Yunho?"
"Dammit, Junsu, she's not with anyone; help me find her before Jaejoong finds out."
"What's wrong?" Yoochun had walked over from where Ha-Neul had been introducing him to all her dance friends (he had actually staring at Junsu and not paying any attention to Ha-Neul's prattle, but no one needed to know that.)
"Sun Hea isn't anywhere."
"She has to be somewhere."
"Well we don't know where that somewhere is and we need to find out before Jaejoong realizes that she's gone, otherwise...I don't really want to think about otherwise. Help us find her quick."
Junsu latched onto Yoochun's arm and they began to scour the backstage area filled with people and food. "You think someone got married," Junsu growled, prowling through the sea of balloons and streamings littering the floor. "No wonder Changmin lost her."
"She was supposed to be with you!"
Changmin was spitting.
"Actually, I distictly rememer setting her down by you so I could get food."
"You're an idiot, you know that?"
"I did tell you."
"Well obviously I wasn't paying attention."
"How the hell was I supposed to know that?"
"Maybe by the fact that I didn't respond."
"Shut up, both of you, and look normal. Jaejoong is watching us suspiciously."
Junsu swallowed nervously as he tried to look confident. He knew that he had failed when Jaejoong's eyes narrowed and he walked over to them.
"Shit," Changmin groaned, "Junsu you stupid, idiotic, moron. Why can't you possess any acting skills?"
"Well if you would pay attention to your surroundings, we wouldn't have a problem now would we?"
"That has nothing to do with-"
"What's wrong?"
"Enjoying the reception?" Yoochun asked pleasantly in a vain attempt to distract his friend, "Where's Yunho? Shouldn't you be finding a warm, dark corner somewhere to-"
"Park Yoochun what did you do?"
Yoochun yelped quietly, "Nothing."
Jaejoong looked them up and down. He glanced back to where Seungyon was trying to feed Ha-Neul brownies and then to Yunho who was talking to some pediatrician who was a part time professor and then back to the trio in front of him. "Where is Sun Hea?"
"Um..."
The sound of Changmin's feet shuffling nervously was barely heard over the dull babble of the crowd.
"Shim Changmin did you lose her?"
"Technically," Junsu cleared his throat, "she escaped...however..."
Junsu was sure that Jaejoong's eyes could burn holes in anything they came in contact with.
"If you don't find her," the threat was quiet and low, "in five minutes there will be no sex," Jaejoong pointed to Yoochun, "no cuddling," Junsu whimpered, "and no porn," Changmin took a step back, "for a very long time. And I will employ every possible means to make sure that this is observed, even if I have to hire people to follow you everywhere you go and install hidden cameras in your dorm rooms and apartments. Am I perfectly clear?"
"Find Sun Hea or my life is over," Junsu repeated dutifully.
"You now have four minutes."
The three scattered.
Jaejoong tried not to hyperventilate as he threaded through the throngs of people to where Yunho was still chatting aimibly with his friend. Jaejoong had already forgotten his name.
"They lost Sun Hea." and I'm going to kill them.
"They what?"
"Who?" Yunho's friend asked, his face dimpling as he smiled, and Jaejoong wondered if the who referred to 'they' or 'Sun Hea.'
"Sun Hea's missing." Jaejoong tried to make himself calm down but his hands shook as he clutched at Yunho, not caring if anyone saw.
"What should I be looking for?" Yunho's friend asked.
"Two year old with pigtails," Yunho responded and Jaejoong tried to breathe evenly as he scanned the crowds, "with a very pink dress and white sandals."
Five minutes turned into ten and after fifteen minutes, Jaejoong was petrified.
Twenty minutes later, the room had somewhat cleared of people and after a full half hour of searching, Jaejoong almost cried with relief when he heard a loud, familiar shriek.
Junsu's head turned when he heard the loud yelling and he relaxed, no longer fearing for his life (his sex life was still in danger, maybe, but he at least would live longer than a few more hours.)
Sun Hea was crying in the arms of a man, her leg bleeding and her pink dress torn.
Junsu's mouth went dry when he recognized the man.
"Ch-Chunnie, that's Hyukkie's ex!"
"Stalker-boy? Really?" Yoochun craned his neck to see over the people who had just passed in front of them.
"Chunnie why is he holding Sun Hea?"
"Nini! Su!"
Changmin got to her first, pulling her from the man, cooing and fussing over her as she bawled.
"Hello, Junsu," The man said, and Junsu slid his hand into Yoochun's.
"Where did you find her?" Junsu asked.
"Outside. She was attempting to climb a rock."
"She was what?"
Jaejoong had appeared, Yunho in tow, and someone else that Junsu recognized as a part time medical professor.
"Um..." Junsu had forgotten the man's name (or rather erased it from memory after he had broken Hyukjae's heart,) "Climbing a rock..." Junsu was pleased to see that the man took a couple steps backwards under Jaejoong's stare.
"I have some first aid stuff in my car," the other professor said, "I'll go get it."
There was a moment of nothing but Sun Hea's quiet crying and Changmin's gentle, soothing replies to her senseless mumbles.
Junsu moved to stand closer to Yoochun and relaxed slightly as his boyfriend wrapped an arm about his waist.
Jaejoong, who had been staring at them raised an eyebrow and Junsu gave him a look that they had perfected in the past few years: "Help, caught in the midst of a possibly romantic situation that I don't want," or really just the, "Shit, help me now," look.
"Thank you so much for finding her," Jaejoong said in his lawyer voice (Junsu noticed that Yunho threw his boyfriend a strange look,) "I appreciate it."
The man seemed to understand that he was no longer wanted. "My pleasure."
He backed away from them and Junsu jumped, slightly outraged as the man pinched his butt as he walked by.
Yoochun growled in his throat and Junsu hoped that the man would get hit by a car.
"Su!"
Sun Hea was wriggling in Changmin's arms and Junsu had never been so happy to hear her calling his name. He felt extraordinarily guilty as he wiped away tears and kissed her cheek.
The medical professor returned, a bag in tow and came to stand in front of them.
"Hi, Sun Hea," he said kindly, and she sniffed, looking him over carefully. "My name is Leeteuk."
A few more tears escaped her eyes.
"Can I look at your leg?"
Her lower lip trembled and Junsu shifted her gently, "He's gonna make it better, Sun Hea."
She rubbed her salty face with dirty hands and Junsu heard Jaejoong clucking as he watched. Sun Hea finally relented and watched, tear free as Leeteuk cleaned her scrapes, talking to her, letting her chose a colored bandaid.
"Pink!"
"Better?" Junsu asked and Sun Hea answered by running back to Changmin, proudly showing him the pink bandaid.
"Thank you," Jaejoong said. "Seriously, I've never seen her so calm in front of a doctor before."
"You may have just gained a few more patients," Yunho was grinning.
Jaejoong nodded, "Screw my sister; she should be here if she wants a say in this sort of thing. Do you have a card?"
Leeteuk was blushing as he searched in his pockets.
"Don't be embarressed," Yunho said, "You're good at what you do."
"I'll look forward to seeing you," Leeteuk said, and Jaejoong tucked the card into a pocket. "Here," He squatted down and handed Sun Hea a few more pink bandaids, "You make sure your uncle uses those, okay?"
She took them almost reverently, sliding them into a pocket of her dress and smiled toothily at him. Leeteuk patted the top of her head before making his excuses and leaving, blushing a little bit more at Jaejoong's profuse thank yous.
Junsu took Sun Hea's hand as they were about to leave and smiled as Changmin took the other one. However, he felt himself pushed away as Seungyon picked his sister up, holding her close with a glare that Junsu was sure he had picked up from Jaejoong.
"Seungyon..."
"What? You obviously can't hold onto her to save your life. So I will."
Racous laughter from Yunho echoed in his ear. Who knew rejection from a ten year old would hurt so much?
Yoochun was doing his best not to laugh but Junsu was sure he heard a chuckle as Seungyon's hair was ruffled. "Who knew that you had a heart?"
A/N So this is the result of me being stalked and having to tape three dance recitals in one day. I was supposed to post this after I finished the next chapter of swindler but I just couldn't help myself. Hopefully this isn't as lame as it seems.
Seriously, tho, I'm being stalked. Someone used those uber sketch lines on me. It's weird.
Next part, lots will happen *grins* edit: stalk is a strong word. I'm being strongly pursued by my friend's ex might be a better term.
Yoochun was bent over his text book for Civil Procedure, tongue out in concentration, when Junsu zoomed into the room and flopped down on him. Yoochun let out a quiet curse as the book fell to the floor and he found himself pinned down.
"Chunnie, save me!"
"What-Su, get off!"
"I HAVE A STALKER."
"Junsu, come on, I'm trying to study."
"Chunnie, I'm serious," Arms tightened around him and Yoochun sighed. "Yoochun!"
"I'm listening."
"You remember Hyukkie?"
"Works part time at the Children's Museum, right?"
"His ex is stalking me!"
I'd like to stalk you, Yoochun thought, noticing a delectable bit of skin peeking up at him from underneath Junsu shirt, but he kept his mouth shut because despite what most people thought, he could control himself. "What makes you think that?"
"He complained that I wasn't online a lot to talk."
“You’re a college student. You work.” Yoochun refused to admit that he was frustrated with Junsu for being petty.
“I know,” Junsu rolled his eyes, “I told him, so then he said, ‘Well, you’ll have to give me your phone number or screen name or e-mail.”
Yoochun narrowed his eyes. “Okay, that’s a little weird.”
“And I very cleverly avoided that. Then he was like, ‘Hey, you should come and play basketball with us, you look like you have the body for it.’”
“He said that?” Jealousy was a strange emotion, Yoochun decided.
“Yeeeees,” Junsu whined, “And so I said that I always get hurt when I play basketball.”
“You do, don’t you?”
“I do. And then he said, ‘nonsense, I’d love to see you there. It’s blah blah time that I didn’t pay attention to, and you should come.”
“Wait. Who is this ‘us’ that he mentioned?”
“Probably gang members, the kind that eat little children for breakfast, I don’t know. It’s the scariest thing ever and I want him to go away.”
Yoochun sighed as the mess on his lap sniffed and he patted Junsu’s head. “It’ll be fine. I’ll just go and punch him for you or something.”
Junsu giggled.
“Mangle his face a bit, hypnotize him and make him dance naked in the streets.”
More giggles.
“There. I like you better all happy and bubbly.”
“It’s temporary. When I go home and find another message online tonight from him asking me what kind of shampoo I use, I will cry.”
“Well, then just stay here and we’ll log on together tomorrow. Then I’ll punch him. Where does he live?”
Junsu brightened considerably. “Really? Weren’t you studying?”
"Um...yes..."
Junsu's eyebrows furrowed and Yoochun shifted uncomfortably under the gaze. "For Yunho's class?"
"Um..."
"Yoochun."
"Yes."
"I'll help you. Besides, I've already taken the class."
"But-"
"Yoochun, seriously. It's Yunho. You need to study. End of discussion."
And whose fault is it that I'm not studying right now? "Fine."
"Seungyon! We're going to be late."
"I don't want to go! I have to study!"
Jaejoong tried to keep his temper under control as he walked up the stairs to Seungyon's room. "You are ten years old, you can't possibly have that much homework. Shut your light off and come downstairs right now. You are coming to your sister's dance recital and if you utter one more word of protest, you will be doing more than just setting the table every night before dinner."
"But I have-"
"Would you like me to list the chores that you will inherit?" Jaejoong smiled sweetly as Seungyon ground his teeth, weighing his options, before refusing to look his uncle in the eye as he put away the book he was reading and walked out of the room, grumbling.
"Thank you."
Jaejoong glided down the steps behind his nephew, smiling as he saw Yunho already ready to go, holding Sun Hea snugly in his arms. As soon as she caught sight of her uncle, she began to wriggle and just because he didn't want to get a headache from a possibly impending tantrum, Jaejoong accepted her into his arms as they waited for Seungyon to find his shoes.
"Thanks for coming."
The gentle kiss that settled on the top of Jaejoong's head made him shiver slightly.
"It beats correcting papers. Where's Changmin?"
"Minnie decided to go with Yoochun when he dropped Ha-Neul off at the auditorium earlier. Ready?"
Seungyon had sidled up beside them, arms crossed over his chest, obviously very peeved, but he nodded.
"Great. Let's go."
"Nini!"
The auditorium was huge and Jaejoong was immediately thankful that he hadn't volunteered to be a backstage "parent" as it were. Too many kids in too large of a space with too many parents thinking that they can do whatever they want irregardless of performances.
"Nini!" Jaejoong followed Sun Hea's pointed finger to where Yoochun and Junsu were sitting with Changmin.
Ever since "the Incident" a few weeks before, Sun Hea's favorite had changed from Junsu to Changmin. Junsu was slightly upset, but he decided that he was above being mad at Minnie because Sun Hea kept Changmin too occupied to be consistently sad.
"Nice seats," Jaejoong commented as Changmin reached out to take Sun Hea.
"Well we got here early enough."
"Nini, smile!"
Sun Hea was patting Changmin's cheeks.
Changmin did so and Sun Hea shrieked with laughter (a trait that Jaejoong decided she had picked up from Junsu. Hopefully, she wouldn't be picking up too much of anything from Changmin, namely his snark and appetite.)
"Sun Hea, no hello for me?" Junsu was pouting.
"Su!" Sun Hea smiled at him but made no move to leave Changmin's lap, completely content to play with the buttons on his shirt and poke Changmin's face whenever he started to look morose.
"I wonder about her," Yunho's voice floated into Jaejoong's ear, "She seems to understand to some extent that Changmin is hurting."
"Well, she doesn't have a full grasp of language yet," Jaejoong whispered back, "She mostly just understands emotions."
"I suppose. These kids all seem older than their age though, it's interesting."
Jaejoong fought the urge to lay his head on Yunho's shoulder and instead began to amuse himself by poking Sun Hea when she wasn't looking, delighting in the way she scrunched up her nose at him in distaste.
"Did you know that Yejin danced?"
"What?"
Jaejoong looked up distractedly at Yunho who was flipping through the program.
"She's a student instructor," Yunho pointed and Jaejoong was rather pleased to see that Yejin had a solo.
"That's a pleasant surprise."
The lights dimmed and Jaejoong smiled as Yunho slid their hands together.
"Hyung," Changmin hissed, "Tell Yoochun to stop molesting Junsu. Just because it's dark, it doesn't make it okay!"
Jaejoong reached across Sun Hea to whack at Yoochun, trying not to notice where his hand disappeared and Junsu's pants began. "There. Are. Little. Children. Here." He mouthed when Yoochun glared at him. "Behave."
"What are they doing?"
Seungyon's interest had piqued and Jaejoong threw another glare at a sheepish Yoochun. "Nothing, Seungyon, now watch."
The boy sulked, but settled back into seat next to Yunho who pushed the boy back every time he tried to peek at Yoochun and Junsu, hoping to catch them in whatever act Jaejoong had been so upset over.
Jaejoong peeked too, but he told himself that it was so that they wouldn't do anything. It had nothing to do with the fact that he liked to see them happy, nothing at all.
They had to wait through several numbers before Ha-Neul's class danced and Jaejoong couldn't hold back his giggle when she appeared on stage practically glowing in her own limelight. She danced her heart out (dance being a loose term) and Jaejoong was almost glowing himself as she walked offstage blowing kisses in her poofy pink dress.
They waited until the end of the show (as directed by staff, unlinke other parents) before going to get her, and Jaejoong thought that sitting through the rest of the performances was worth it because he got to see Yejin dance.
By the first few movements of her body, he knew that the entire auditorium was mesmerized, even Seungyon was watching with mild interest.
Her fluidity was flawless and Jaejoong couldn't imagine how she must have had to train her body to get such perfect control over every muscle.
"Why is she in law school?" He barely heard Yunho over the thunderous applause, "She should be dancing."
Jaejoong found himself agreeing wholeheartedly.
"Where's Sun Hea?"
A panicking Changmin appeared in front Junsu's face.
"What do you mean where is she, she's with you," Junsu made sure that Yoochun was watching before sucking off dip that had leaked onto his fingers. Then his brain realized what Changmin had said. "She is with you, right?"
Changmin shook his head.
"She's with Jaejoong, then."
Changmin shook his head.
"Yunho?"
"Dammit, Junsu, she's not with anyone; help me find her before Jaejoong finds out."
"What's wrong?" Yoochun had walked over from where Ha-Neul had been introducing him to all her dance friends (he had actually staring at Junsu and not paying any attention to Ha-Neul's prattle, but no one needed to know that.)
"Sun Hea isn't anywhere."
"She has to be somewhere."
"Well we don't know where that somewhere is and we need to find out before Jaejoong realizes that she's gone, otherwise...I don't really want to think about otherwise. Help us find her quick."
Junsu latched onto Yoochun's arm and they began to scour the backstage area filled with people and food. "You think someone got married," Junsu growled, prowling through the sea of balloons and streamings littering the floor. "No wonder Changmin lost her."
"She was supposed to be with you!"
Changmin was spitting.
"Actually, I distictly rememer setting her down by you so I could get food."
"You're an idiot, you know that?"
"I did tell you."
"Well obviously I wasn't paying attention."
"How the hell was I supposed to know that?"
"Maybe by the fact that I didn't respond."
"Shut up, both of you, and look normal. Jaejoong is watching us suspiciously."
Junsu swallowed nervously as he tried to look confident. He knew that he had failed when Jaejoong's eyes narrowed and he walked over to them.
"Shit," Changmin groaned, "Junsu you stupid, idiotic, moron. Why can't you possess any acting skills?"
"Well if you would pay attention to your surroundings, we wouldn't have a problem now would we?"
"That has nothing to do with-"
"What's wrong?"
"Enjoying the reception?" Yoochun asked pleasantly in a vain attempt to distract his friend, "Where's Yunho? Shouldn't you be finding a warm, dark corner somewhere to-"
"Park Yoochun what did you do?"
Yoochun yelped quietly, "Nothing."
Jaejoong looked them up and down. He glanced back to where Seungyon was trying to feed Ha-Neul brownies and then to Yunho who was talking to some pediatrician who was a part time professor and then back to the trio in front of him. "Where is Sun Hea?"
"Um..."
The sound of Changmin's feet shuffling nervously was barely heard over the dull babble of the crowd.
"Shim Changmin did you lose her?"
"Technically," Junsu cleared his throat, "she escaped...however..."
Junsu was sure that Jaejoong's eyes could burn holes in anything they came in contact with.
"If you don't find her," the threat was quiet and low, "in five minutes there will be no sex," Jaejoong pointed to Yoochun, "no cuddling," Junsu whimpered, "and no porn," Changmin took a step back, "for a very long time. And I will employ every possible means to make sure that this is observed, even if I have to hire people to follow you everywhere you go and install hidden cameras in your dorm rooms and apartments. Am I perfectly clear?"
"Find Sun Hea or my life is over," Junsu repeated dutifully.
"You now have four minutes."
The three scattered.
Jaejoong tried not to hyperventilate as he threaded through the throngs of people to where Yunho was still chatting aimibly with his friend. Jaejoong had already forgotten his name.
"They lost Sun Hea." and I'm going to kill them.
"They what?"
"Who?" Yunho's friend asked, his face dimpling as he smiled, and Jaejoong wondered if the who referred to 'they' or 'Sun Hea.'
"Sun Hea's missing." Jaejoong tried to make himself calm down but his hands shook as he clutched at Yunho, not caring if anyone saw.
"What should I be looking for?" Yunho's friend asked.
"Two year old with pigtails," Yunho responded and Jaejoong tried to breathe evenly as he scanned the crowds, "with a very pink dress and white sandals."
Five minutes turned into ten and after fifteen minutes, Jaejoong was petrified.
Twenty minutes later, the room had somewhat cleared of people and after a full half hour of searching, Jaejoong almost cried with relief when he heard a loud, familiar shriek.
Junsu's head turned when he heard the loud yelling and he relaxed, no longer fearing for his life (his sex life was still in danger, maybe, but he at least would live longer than a few more hours.)
Sun Hea was crying in the arms of a man, her leg bleeding and her pink dress torn.
Junsu's mouth went dry when he recognized the man.
"Ch-Chunnie, that's Hyukkie's ex!"
"Stalker-boy? Really?" Yoochun craned his neck to see over the people who had just passed in front of them.
"Chunnie why is he holding Sun Hea?"
"Nini! Su!"
Changmin got to her first, pulling her from the man, cooing and fussing over her as she bawled.
"Hello, Junsu," The man said, and Junsu slid his hand into Yoochun's.
"Where did you find her?" Junsu asked.
"Outside. She was attempting to climb a rock."
"She was what?"
Jaejoong had appeared, Yunho in tow, and someone else that Junsu recognized as a part time medical professor.
"Um..." Junsu had forgotten the man's name (or rather erased it from memory after he had broken Hyukjae's heart,) "Climbing a rock..." Junsu was pleased to see that the man took a couple steps backwards under Jaejoong's stare.
"I have some first aid stuff in my car," the other professor said, "I'll go get it."
There was a moment of nothing but Sun Hea's quiet crying and Changmin's gentle, soothing replies to her senseless mumbles.
Junsu moved to stand closer to Yoochun and relaxed slightly as his boyfriend wrapped an arm about his waist.
Jaejoong, who had been staring at them raised an eyebrow and Junsu gave him a look that they had perfected in the past few years: "Help, caught in the midst of a possibly romantic situation that I don't want," or really just the, "Shit, help me now," look.
"Thank you so much for finding her," Jaejoong said in his lawyer voice (Junsu noticed that Yunho threw his boyfriend a strange look,) "I appreciate it."
The man seemed to understand that he was no longer wanted. "My pleasure."
He backed away from them and Junsu jumped, slightly outraged as the man pinched his butt as he walked by.
Yoochun growled in his throat and Junsu hoped that the man would get hit by a car.
"Su!"
Sun Hea was wriggling in Changmin's arms and Junsu had never been so happy to hear her calling his name. He felt extraordinarily guilty as he wiped away tears and kissed her cheek.
The medical professor returned, a bag in tow and came to stand in front of them.
"Hi, Sun Hea," he said kindly, and she sniffed, looking him over carefully. "My name is Leeteuk."
A few more tears escaped her eyes.
"Can I look at your leg?"
Her lower lip trembled and Junsu shifted her gently, "He's gonna make it better, Sun Hea."
She rubbed her salty face with dirty hands and Junsu heard Jaejoong clucking as he watched. Sun Hea finally relented and watched, tear free as Leeteuk cleaned her scrapes, talking to her, letting her chose a colored bandaid.
"Pink!"
"Better?" Junsu asked and Sun Hea answered by running back to Changmin, proudly showing him the pink bandaid.
"Thank you," Jaejoong said. "Seriously, I've never seen her so calm in front of a doctor before."
"You may have just gained a few more patients," Yunho was grinning.
Jaejoong nodded, "Screw my sister; she should be here if she wants a say in this sort of thing. Do you have a card?"
Leeteuk was blushing as he searched in his pockets.
"Don't be embarressed," Yunho said, "You're good at what you do."
"I'll look forward to seeing you," Leeteuk said, and Jaejoong tucked the card into a pocket. "Here," He squatted down and handed Sun Hea a few more pink bandaids, "You make sure your uncle uses those, okay?"
She took them almost reverently, sliding them into a pocket of her dress and smiled toothily at him. Leeteuk patted the top of her head before making his excuses and leaving, blushing a little bit more at Jaejoong's profuse thank yous.
Junsu took Sun Hea's hand as they were about to leave and smiled as Changmin took the other one. However, he felt himself pushed away as Seungyon picked his sister up, holding her close with a glare that Junsu was sure he had picked up from Jaejoong.
"Seungyon..."
"What? You obviously can't hold onto her to save your life. So I will."
Racous laughter from Yunho echoed in his ear. Who knew rejection from a ten year old would hurt so much?
Yoochun was doing his best not to laugh but Junsu was sure he heard a chuckle as Seungyon's hair was ruffled. "Who knew that you had a heart?"
A/N So this is the result of me being stalked and having to tape three dance recitals in one day. I was supposed to post this after I finished the next chapter of swindler but I just couldn't help myself. Hopefully this isn't as lame as it seems.
Seriously, tho, I'm being stalked. Someone used those uber sketch lines on me. It's weird.
Next part, lots will happen *grins* edit: stalk is a strong word. I'm being strongly pursued by my friend's ex might be a better term.
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and thanks...i shall def. keep a weather eye out. :)