Zati made me lose my confidence, and I regret listening to her. So I wandered off in gayland to cheer myself up.I was on the net randomly looking at pictures, then I saw this intriguing abstract miniature statue of... something beautiful I couldn't make out what.I am deprived, man. I'm pretty much desperate now.So I wrote this, surprisingly around more or less 4 hours, including breaks.And voila! It's short though.Ephemeral ChildPairing : Yoochun/Jaejoong"Jaejoong is Yoochun's best, worst secret, held safe behind closed doors and drawn curtains."Everyone who visits Yoochun's dorm room comments on the figurine that stands at the far corner of his desk.When asked, Yoochun replies, his fingers just touching the curve of a porcelain cheek, "Oh, that's Jaejoong. He's been my best friend since I was a kid."In general, people think it's a joke, smile at the whimsy, or decide Yoochun just doesn't want to talk about it, move on to speak about other, safer, things. What they don't know is that after the door's closed behind them, Yoochun takes down the statue, sets it gently on the carpet and says, "They're gone, you can come out now." They don't see the statue grow and stretch, bend the air and become a young man just Yoochun's height, with pale skin, honey-gold hair, and strange eyes that glint brown and blue by turns. (He used to be a boy just Yoochun's height, and then a teenager who grew as Yoochun did. Now, he's this.)No-one else has seen Jaejoong - stretched out on Yoochun's bed with a computer game, beating Yoochun's high scores; humming along to the radio as he proof-reads Yoochun's essay; half-helping, half-getting in the way as Yoochun tries to make dinner; laughing and drying Yoochun's tears at the end of a sappy romantic movie that Yoochun wouldn't even admit he owned to anyone else. Jaejoong is Yoochun's best, worst secret, held safe behind closed doors and drawn curtains.Sometimes at night, with Jaejoong breathing against Yoochun's shoulder, Yoochun dreams about dropping the statue, watching it fall and shatter. In his dreams, he wonders if that would set Jaejoong free, if Jaejoong would step out of the shards of broken china, if he would open the curtains and let the unfiltered sun touch him for the first time. Yoochun dreams about taking Jaejoong to lectures, leaning together and complaining about the boring ones; about walking next to Jaejoong in the park, barefoot in the grass; about showing him the world outside Yoochun's room, the everyday, ordinary life that Yoochun leads when he's not with Jaejoong.Yoochun wakes up terrified that he's actually done it, that the statue is gone, that the door is open, that Jaejoong has walked out of Yoochun's life; or worse, that with the statue broken, Jaejoong has just ceased to exist (that he never existed at all?). Yoochun's heart pounds in his ears, desperate, until he finds the courage to open his eyes and sees Jaejoong, sitting in the desk chair, staring at photographs of distant cities on Yoochun's computer screen, until Jaejoong turns and says, "Good morning, sleepyhead," and smiles.Gah, that's done. My writing's a bit rusty though but bear with it yeah? I've been uselessly emo after I got home, and now that I think of it -- it's still very painful and bitter.Labels: DBSK, fanfiction, Jaechun, Jaejoong, Yoochun
Title : Breakdown
Pairing : Jaeho; Jaechun
Genre : Angst(what else? It's the only genre I'm good at)
Length? Uhh, drabble.
Breakdown
"Jae, stop," Yoochun pushed JaeJoong away from the door, "Stop it, calm down."
"Chunnie, let me out," JaeJoong whispered, his voice breaking, "Let me go... stop..."
"Jae, listen to me!" Yoochun grabbed his arms, "Jae, stop!"
This is how things break apart. This is how lives become torn. This is how people break.
Yoochun had known of JaeJoong's difficulties with Yunho. He knew about Yunho's drinking problem, he knew about Yunho's 'nights' with women, and he knew JaeJoong knew. He knew JaeJoong pretended to smile when Yunho would come home after a long night of clubbing, wrapping his arms around him, telling him how much he loved him.
In some ways it made JaeJoong a fool, or perhaps it showed how much he truly loved that man. Whatever the case, he was the reason that this happened... Yunho was the reason JaeJoong was now what he was.
Yunho broke his heart. He hit him. JaeJoong came home, in a state that scared Yoochun. A state that really scared him.
"Let me go!" JaeJoong shouted, "Chunnie go away! Let me go! Stop!"
Tears were streaming out of his eyes at this point as he tried to throw Yoochun off of him, trying desperately to reach the door. He didn't know where he wanted to go, and he didn't care, all he knew was that he needed out... needed to get away...
"JaeJoong!" Yoochun pushed him to the bed, holding him down, "JaeJoong stop! I can't let you go," his voice cracked, as he too, started to cry, "Jae stop..."
"No..." JaeJoong pushed at him again, "Get off... Get off!"
"Jae," Yoochun wrapped his arms around his waist, "Jae."
JaeJoong screamed. He was flailing around, hitting Yoochun's back, kicking him, screaming endlessly, trying to escape... trying to escape the world... everything. Yoochun took it, he took the beating as he held onto JaeJoong, his face pressed firmly against JaeJoong's chest, "Stop, Jae, just breathe!"
The screaming began to die down, being replaced with quiet sobbing, "Chunnie..."
"Jae," Yoochun lifted his face to look his friend in the eyes, "Jae... why you?"
JaeJoong lifted his hands to encircle Yoochun's slim form, entangling their legs... molding their bodies together, "Chun make it stop..."
The three main characters : Jaejoong (love this smexy man to bits!)
Yoochun (You just gotta love this bespectacled man! STARE AT HIS SEXINESS!!)
And the bastard in the story(but a man I love second to Jaejoong),
Yunho.
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The pairing : Jaeho, Jaechun. (I friggin love these two pairings!!)
Labels: fanfiction, Jaechun, Jaeho
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