Drabble: A phonecall 20110106
Title:A phonecall
Pairings:YunJae...
Rating:none
Genre:life
Summary:After the twitter posted 20110106 Changmin decided to call his hyeong.
A/N:Really! It's kind of annoying when all crazy and emotional fans jump into conclusion that the WAR is finally in. But hey, let's slow down and breathe? I don't want to read too much of this though I'm probably one of those emotional fans too. So this drabble will be dedicated to all the fans and the DBSK members. And please if I offend anyone here...well there is nothing I can do. I don't mean to offend and this is purely a way to satisfy my own sadness.
Kim Jejung lifted the phone even though he saw the name of the caller. He really didn’t have the strength to do this now but the magnae needed him , one way or another. “Jejung-hyung, why did Junsu-hyung post something like that on twitter? Do you know how broken down Yunho-hyung is right now. He’s been drinking ever since the news came out.”
Changmin’s voice was furious like the flames of hades. He was mad at his irresponsible hyeong for saying something to the public to easily.
“Changmin-ah, it’s not only he who is hurting. Yoochun has been crying ever since the interview, you know how emotional he gets.” Yes, Changmin knew. They were all hurt and sad, pathetically licking the battle wounds. Thinking of this only engrossed him into frenzy like heat, anger and regret.
“Well, Junsu-hyeong could at least be a little more considerate.” The accusation was empty. Just like when you punch someone in the face, it’s not only the victim’s face that’s hurting, but also the assaulter’s hand.
Jejung snorted and resigned to act like the hyeong he was expected to be, there was no use in getting into a heated argument. He would be the soft madras that his dongsaengs could hop up on and rest. But that didn’t mean Jejung would back down and let the magnae fall into any party’s side.
“Considerate of what? That I’m not living in a slavery industry and forced to sell my body instead of selling music? Every word Junsu said was true, both you and Yunho know it. Junsu was angry for the treatments you guys received and hoped to confront Yunho this way.”
Changmin waited silently for Jejung to finish. He listened to that smooth and polished voice, so much thanks to SM. Now it was he and Yunho who became polished into fine dolls.
“But…but…I guess I’ll console Yunho a bit more. He’s been drinking all afternoon.”
Before Changmin hung up, Jejung couldn’t help to say, “Dongsaeng, tell Yunho not to drink too much and don’t call unless it’s important, I know how difficult things can get is the manager catches you on the phone, so no hard feelings dongsaeng. “
“Hyeong, you still calls Yunho-hyeong Yunho.”
Jaejoong hung up with a heavy heart. It was true, Yunho would always be Yunho in his heart.
Pairings:YunJae...
Rating:none
Genre:life
Summary:After the twitter posted 20110106 Changmin decided to call his hyeong.
A/N:Really! It's kind of annoying when all crazy and emotional fans jump into conclusion that the WAR is finally in. But hey, let's slow down and breathe? I don't want to read too much of this though I'm probably one of those emotional fans too. So this drabble will be dedicated to all the fans and the DBSK members. And please if I offend anyone here...well there is nothing I can do. I don't mean to offend and this is purely a way to satisfy my own sadness.
Kim Jejung lifted the phone even though he saw the name of the caller. He really didn’t have the strength to do this now but the magnae needed him , one way or another. “Jejung-hyung, why did Junsu-hyung post something like that on twitter? Do you know how broken down Yunho-hyung is right now. He’s been drinking ever since the news came out.”
Changmin’s voice was furious like the flames of hades. He was mad at his irresponsible hyeong for saying something to the public to easily.
“Changmin-ah, it’s not only he who is hurting. Yoochun has been crying ever since the interview, you know how emotional he gets.” Yes, Changmin knew. They were all hurt and sad, pathetically licking the battle wounds. Thinking of this only engrossed him into frenzy like heat, anger and regret.
“Well, Junsu-hyeong could at least be a little more considerate.” The accusation was empty. Just like when you punch someone in the face, it’s not only the victim’s face that’s hurting, but also the assaulter’s hand.
Jejung snorted and resigned to act like the hyeong he was expected to be, there was no use in getting into a heated argument. He would be the soft madras that his dongsaengs could hop up on and rest. But that didn’t mean Jejung would back down and let the magnae fall into any party’s side.
“Considerate of what? That I’m not living in a slavery industry and forced to sell my body instead of selling music? Every word Junsu said was true, both you and Yunho know it. Junsu was angry for the treatments you guys received and hoped to confront Yunho this way.”
Changmin waited silently for Jejung to finish. He listened to that smooth and polished voice, so much thanks to SM. Now it was he and Yunho who became polished into fine dolls.
“But…but…I guess I’ll console Yunho a bit more. He’s been drinking all afternoon.”
Before Changmin hung up, Jejung couldn’t help to say, “Dongsaeng, tell Yunho not to drink too much and don’t call unless it’s important, I know how difficult things can get is the manager catches you on the phone, so no hard feelings dongsaeng. “
“Hyeong, you still calls Yunho-hyeong Yunho.”
Jaejoong hung up with a heavy heart. It was true, Yunho would always be Yunho in his heart.