Genre: Fluff, crack
Summary: Things dealing with the color white, breaking the fourth wall, and a self-promo for the sequel?
A/N: Well, I had written more than half of this two years ago, but I never finished it. I decided to finish off some of these fics and this one was begging to be done. So this #39 White is a bit related to #96 Experiment?
“Changmin, this isn’t a normal lump, right?”
Jaejoong’s tall friend looked up from his book. “Oh no, you are not turning this isn’t a cancer fic right off the bat.”
“Don’t speak nonsense, this author hates breaking the fourth wall in her writing. I highly doubt I have cancer. Just feel it for me, please.” Jaejoong leaned his head forward so it was within Changmin’s reach.
His friend sighed and put his book away to sit up and reach Jaejoong. His slid his hand through Jaejoong’s hair until he felt the small lump the shorter had been talking about. It did feel odd, but not what he expected a dangerous lump to feel like.
“Isn’t it just a pimple from an ingrown hair or something? Have you tried sticking needle in it? It doesn’t matter if it scars, your hair would cover it.”
Jaejoong shook his head rapidly. “I am definitely not doing that, it would hurt. And it doesn’t feel like a pimple.”
“How would you know? Your skin is flawless,” Changmin grumbled and picked up his book again.
“I’m a terrible person.” Jaejoong mumbled into a pillow, his face buried from guilt. Changmin cocked an eyebrow, hitting the pause button on the game control and turning around to face his friend.
“Did you steal something?”
“No.” Jaejoong sighed.
“Then what did you do to make you so terrible?”
Jaejoong raised his eyes to meet Changmin’s inquisitive stare. “Today, someone who was on leave for a long time finally came back to work. They had lost a lot of weight and really looked good. I asked them what diet they had used and they told me I didn’t want to do it. The cancer diet.”
Changmin sighed. “I thought we weren’t doing the whole cancer thing. The last time the author wrote about cancer, I was a real dick, you know that?” And Changmin turned back to his game and started beating Junsu’s ass again.
“I just feel so bad for asking without knowing. It must be hard for them.” Changmin scoffed at Jaejoong.
“There is no need for you to be sorry. Your ignorance can only be cured by being told the truth. But Jaejoong, you are already so pale and skinny that if you lost any more weight, people might think you were the sick one. Such be grateful you are healthy and be done with it.”
“You’re such a big help,” Jaejoong huffed.
Changmin’s phone rang for a second time, and he actually managed to answer the call before the ringing ended. “Jaejoong, what’s up?”
“Can you go t-to the hospital? I-I really need you.” Jaejoong stuttered his words and let them drift off. There was just enough anxiety in his voice that Changmin agreed to meet him there.
“Are you in the emergency room? What happened?” He asked through his car’s Bluetooth system when he called Jaejoong back.
Jaejoong’s end was quiet for a moment. “No,” he replied softly. “Please come to the normal doctor’s area.”
“Jaejoong,” Changmin barked sternly. “You are old enough to go through a routine checkup without me being there with you. What’s the problem?” The light ahead of Changmin started to turn yellow, so he whipped around a slowing car and rushed through the intersection.
“It’s just –” Jaejoong didn’t want to finish his sentence. “The walls are white. The doctor’s coats are white. And my skin is also white. I don’t like it here.”
“The moon is white. Snow is white. Sugar is white. So what? White is just a color. You have to get over your fear of illnesses and hospitals.” Changmin pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and drove down the rows to find a parking spot. He’d just spotted one when a handicapped woman and her male companion pulled in. “Damn,” he grunted.
“I have to get a meningitis vaccination. I hate shots. Please,” Jaejoong whimpered out.
Changmin ended up (probably) illegally parking his car somewhere on the other side of the lot. “Which do you think is worse, being gravely ill, or a sore and bruised arm for a week? Once can lead to death, so choose your answer wisely.” The cool air conditioning of the hospital interior caused his skin to ripple, but Changmin hardly paused as he quickly found the floor for general check-ups. Their connection was hardly lost in the elevator.
“Wah, you meanie!” Jaejoong whined, but he seemed to be feeling a bit better. “Anyway, can you come here? They’re going to call me soon.”
“Turn around, idiot.” Craning his head, Jaejoong saw Changmin standing in the doorway panting slightly.
Jaejoong’s mouth burst into a grin. “Minnie!”
“Kim Jaejoong?” A nurse called, and the smile on Jaejoong’s face was replaced with a look of dread.
It was a comical moment that Changmin had to sneer at. “What, want me to hold your hand while you get the shot?”
Changmin could only roll his eyes as he followed Jaejoong and the nurse into a private room.
“So is this fic related to that previous cancer story?” Jaejoong questioned, his head on top of Changmin’s stomach.
“It can’t be. Nothing matches.” Changmin yawned, pulling a white sheet over him and his lover.
“What if it is a distant sequel? The last paragraph is about white.” Jaejoong started tracing his fingers on Changmin’s legs, just a light touch.
“Yeah, but the paragraph before that hints at the prompt ‘truth’.” Changmin’s body shivered.
“What is ‘Truth’ about anyway?”
“Looks like it hasn’t been written yet,” Changmin blandly noted.
“But it’s at least been planned out? Right?” Jaejoong wriggled trying to get a better look at Changmin’s face. He needed this confirmation. Will these prompts get finished any time soon?
“Um, the idea has been set in concrete since the first part was written.”
“Then it is only a matter of time.” Jaejoong giggled.
“Hey, what are you laughing at!”
“Hohoho, the truth will come out. Just wait and see.”