Damn. It's been a long while since I've last written anything. Well, anything that's not against my will and for my own entertainment and yadaa yadaa.Firstly, it is yet again a... yaoi-ish, shounenai-ish fic. Plus this is a new fandom and pairing I'm making. JAEHO of DBSK. *prances around*And as always I suck at thinking up for titles thus I'm leaving this one once again, titleless.Title : (untitled)Genre : A mixture of angst and fluffPairing : JaehoSummary : Jaejoong's knee injury has created an inner turmoil within himself. When he felt the walls of his world crashing down, the other members was there to keep them up. One-shot.He watched, consumed in regret and bitter hatred for himself in the shadows. The man who had been chosen to replace him danced in sync with the others, playing his role as part of the team. One half of his face was painted white, the other black, in an attempt to symbolize the co-existence of teamwork like the ying yang.
“Dong Bang Shin Ki can not be broken so easily.” Yunho had voiced in determination at one of their press interviews.
Jaejoong had believed him for a while but bickering arose among the members, verbal and at times, almost physical fights on disagreements of performance changes, and who was going to cover Jaejoong’s part. He had sat silently, eyes downcast, his throat working to voice the words that he didn’t want to say out loud.
Please don’t fight because of me.
His knee throbbed, a dull reminder that he had been standing too long.
They don’t need me. He thought to himself as he watched them perform flawlessly.
He was tired. A mental anguish that had consumed his mind was slowly consuming his heart.
As if sensing his thoughts, Yunho glanced over his shoulder in his direction before sliding into the final steps of the song. The audience automatically reacted in a thunderous applause. Fangirls sobbed in joy, their voices straining as they continued to scream shrilly.
The group gazed on, eyes blinded as the bright spotlight shone onto them before slowly dimming. Jaejoong smiled slightly, seeing the slight tremor in their tired limbs, their shoulders heaving as they collected their breath, and the sweat coating their face and neck.
They put their souls into their performances.
Slowly, he moved away toward backstage for the dark solitude it provided. In mid step, the energy suddenly rushed out of him and his knee buckled. Jaejoong clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, dreading the pain that would follow once he hit the floor.
Strong hands grabbed him, one on each arm and two around his waist.
“Hyung!” Four voices cried out in unison and Jaejoong stiffened in shock, eyes snapping open to see Changmin look up worriedly from the floor. His hands were outreached, just below his knee to cushion his impact if he happened to hit the ground.
The hands around his waist moved across his stomach, circling as he was pulled upwards into a warm chest. He looked from side to side where Junsu and Yoochun were standing as they released his arms and knew automatically that Yunho was embracing him.
“The audience…” Jaejoong croaked. He cleared his throat before trying again, composing his voice to be calm. “The audience is calling you.”
“Hyung, the audience is calling us.” Yoochun corrected.
Jaejoong blinked and felt Yunho’s chin rest on his shoulder, his arms tightened a bit in reassurance before loosening slightly.
“Us?” Jaejoong repeated. The four members exchanged exasperated looks.
“Yes, Hyung.” Junsu said, cheerfully.
“Do you need your crutches?” Changmin asked, looking around for them.
“Crutches?” Jaejoong repeated in confusion. “Oh no, I don’t need them.”
“Are you sure?” Yunho’s quiet voice next to his ear startled him and he knew the taller man had felt him jump. “It’s okay.”
Jaejoong knew he wasn’t referring to his crutches but rather his internal struggle.
That dancer is only temporary. We can’t exist without you.
Everyone’s eyes were on him, recognizing him and his flaws.
You’re not a burden.
Accidents can happen.
No one is perfect.
Learn to lean on us a little.
Smiling brightly, Jaejoong let out a joyful laugh that made everyone backstage turn to look at them.
“Let’s go before they scream themselves into a heart attack.” Jaejoong joked. Yunho loosened his arms slowly and stepped back, grabbing his hand. Their fingers entwined unhurriedly as they moved back onto the stage.
Dong Bang!
Dong Bang!
Dong Bang!
“Sorry to keep you waiting!” Yoochun called out while grinning into his microphone. “We had a small incident backstage.”
“What kind of incident?” Junsu asked, in mock confusion as he turned to Micky.
“Oh, our leader had a problem keeping his hands to himself.” Yoochun sighed.
“Hey! I thought that was my job.” Junsu complained.
The audience erupted in approving screams.
“Please don’t take them seriously.” Changmin commented. Yoochun and Junsu glanced over at him in amusement.
“Yunho-sshi, why are you holding hands with Jaejoong-sshi?” Yoochun remarked as if finally noticing the two of them.
Like the ying yang whose light and darkness can not exist without the other…
…Dong Bang Shin Ki can not exist without Youngwoong Jaejoong.
“Why?” Yunho met his gaze with warm eyes. “It’s because I want to.”Labels: angsty, fanfiction, fluff, Jaeho
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