Some prior background knowledge required on this. See the following videos to understand!
Micky Yoochun on Happy Together Friends
Micky Yoochun’s Dangyunhaji segment on Xman (vs. Lee So Young)
“Pangapda chingu-ya! π”
His mellow voice ripens the bloom that has taken root in my cheeks, even as his eyes search my face. His hand reaches quickly for the one I proffer as I recite the lie I am expected to, “Pangapda…chingu-ya…” My voice betrays me in the way the words ‘chingu-ya’ roll off my tongue in a hurry, as if aware of the discomfort the hypocrisy caused me.
The warmth of his palm envelops my own cold hand, and instantly I am reminded of that blue coat so many autumns ago… and the heady scent of him teases my senses as he leans forward to bestow an unconfident embrace.
After the charade of a reunion meal is over and everyone has bid their goodbyes, he asks if I would like to accompany him on a walk down memory lane. Curiosity piqued, I acquiesce, and we make our way by cab down to my old house at 67. He not only remembers the house number… he seems to have no trouble directing the driver to turn at the right side streets to get there, past unremembered pathways that lead to places I no longer recall.
Quietly I remark, “Yoochun-ah, you have a good memory.”
“Only for some things,” he replies, equally softly, a fond twinkle in one eye. He turns to pay the cabby the fare, then alights behind me into the familiar neighbourhood.
“It hasn’t changed one bit,” he whispers, more to himself than to me. We share a companionable minute in silence, doubtlessly marking out the physical changes in his mind, as I am.
“Go’un-ah! Look!”
I turn to see him a little way down a narrow alley examining a cracked concrete wall pockmarked with paint stains, ball marks and shoeprints. I hasten to his side, my eyes adjusting in the fading daylight to squint at what he is pointing at – a crude heart no taller than my thumb, scratched into the grimy surface, enclosing his name and mine in an innocent scrawl.
“It’s still here!” he crows triumphantly, face aglow. “I made it one of the days when I was waiting for you to come back.”
“You always were a little vandal,” I cluck disapprovingly. “Such a troublemaker.”
“Ah, but you liked me that way, didn’t you?” he chuckles, a smug expression on his face as he eyeballs me sideways.
“Did not.”
“That’s not what you said just now!” he sputters, recalling how I mentioned during the recording that I had detested him for being mischievous in grade two, but liked him in grades four and five.
“Oh come on, all the girls liked you…” I repeat my taunt from earlier. “You had a fanclub… no, scratch that, you HAVE a fanclub that’s freaking gone international – imagine what would have happened to me if I’d said anything to the contrary.”
“But you did miss me when I was gone, didn’t you?” His face is a priceless blend of sincerity and self-doubt.
“Ah… molla*…” I turn a fraction and step a small distance away, twisting a lock of hair round my finger and feigning a clueless expression.
“You said it yourself! Just now!” His voice drops dangerously low as he strives to contain his righteous indignance. “You said you were sad not to see me again after the winter holidays. Was it all a lie?”
Still with my back to him, I refuse to relent. “Well… I would have appeared rather heartless if I said I wasn’t sad on national TV, wouldn’t I?”
“Yah, Jung Go’un!” he grits out menacingly.
“Yah, Park Yoochun…” I retort boredly, making a show of inspecting my manicure.
“YAH! JUNG GO’UN!” He spins me around unceremoniously and pins me roughly to the wall in the quiet alley.
“Ow!” My voice returns in a gasp from having the wind knocked out of me. “Yah, Park Yoochun, the gentlemanliness during the recording was all just a show?”
“No – I’m usually like that. Unless someone owes me something.” His deep brown eyes glint with a grim determination, larger than life as his bleached bangs tickle my brow.
“Owes you something?” I echo, uncertain but unwilling to back down. His arms are a prison of taut flesh on both sides of me, locking me securely in place.
“Ten years ago, I asked you this. I’m going to ask you only once more. Can I have my kiss… now?” he purrs in a low voice in my ear, sending delicious shivers down the length of my spine.
“Took you long enough to come back for it,” is my breathy answer right before he leans down and claims it forcefully.
When we finally break for breath, he looks at me through eyes narrowed with passion.
“Go’un-ah… say my name again… just once.”
“Why?” I question the absurd demand.
“Just say it,” he pauses expectantly. Met with the same obstinacy that denied him a kiss a decade ago, he finally decides to elaborate, “I just like how you call me Park Yoochun, instead of Micky Yoochun. I like that I’m still just plain old Park Yoochun to you, that you don’t care that I’m Micky Yoochun of Dongbangshinki.”
“I do.”
“You do?” The surprise that jerks his eyes wide is genuine.
“Neo-neun neomu inki-itdaguyo… na-neun inki-eui namja-reul ancho-ahyo.#”
“Go’un-ah…” he sparkles like a fizzy drink about to pop, obviously trying to restrain his mirth. “I-geo inki-neun… museun! ¥”
Unable to hold back any longer, he breaks into a fit of giggles, and his adorably goofy grin ensures that I follow suit soon after. Swatting him lightly on the forehead, I warn, “I know that wasn’t original! It doesn’t even belong to you!”
“Dangyunhaji!†” he clasps his fist in imitation of the actual gameshow he was on. “But you do.”
He throws his arms around me, and catches my lips in another scorching kiss.
After ten long years, my Park Yoochun is back. I sigh thankfully as I give myself over to the exquisite sensation. Rekindled, his passion envelops my entire body like flames fanned by the winds of time, and I can’t help but add silently, and he’s all grown up. Rawr.
Explanation of Korean terms:
π Pangapda chingu-ya!: Nice to meet you, friend!
* molla: don’t know
# Neo-neun neomu inki-itdaguyo… na-neun inki-eui namja-reul ancho-ahyo: You’re so popular… I don’t like popular boys
¥ I-geo inki-neun… museun!: This popularity… whatever!
† Dangyunhaji!: means ‘of course’ and is also the name of a verbal game in Xman.
park yoochun, u look so kute anh i love to see you smile. when u smile u look very very very cute^^:D
however i don`t understand what do u sing, but i can know u sing very very beautifully. i`m Vietnamese and i want to know: what do u think about my country ? Do u like Vietnam?
^^! bye bye and i wish u always happy, always cute, and style^^PP:D