[jaejoong, ot5-ish] Late Night Musings
TITLE: Late Night Musings
AUTHOR: Kate
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Jaejoong-centric but if you squint really, really hard, it's kinda OT5-ish. XD
GENRE: Er... Gen? I have no idea. XD;
RATING: PG
Summary: Jaejoong contemplates in the middle of the night.
A/N: This was supposed to be angsty, considering I'm in emo mode right now. But, oh well. Hope y'all like it. :D
2:43 am, my alarm clock read. I could hear everyone's peaceful breaths as I stood up from my bed and slowly walked towards the door, careful not to wake the others.
I tiptoed as quietly as I could, with Junsu's soft snoring being the last thing I hear as I carefully closed the door.
Sighing in relief, having 'escaped', I went over to my drawer and took out just one stick of Marlboro Lights and lighter, grabbed my keys and a random coat from the bunch near the door and walked out.
I lit up my cigarette, the light trail of smoke lifting upwards. I stared at the bright orange light at the tip of my cigarette and took a long drag from it. I smiled a little, letting out a stream of smoke, savoring the almost bitter taste of it in my mouth.
I couldn't help thinking just how much I like moments like this when I could be alone.
No one to bother me about my smoking.
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'You're killing yourself, you know that?' Yunho said once he caught me smoking.
'I know. But at least I'm killing myself slowly eh?' I replied jokingly.
Yunho just looked at me, his eyes filled with disappointment and shook his head.
'Fine. I can't tell you what to do and what not to do. But, please, can you just limit it to at least two sticks per day?'
'Yes, sir!' I said, saluting mockingly, a bit irritated he reprimanded me.
---
That Yunho. Being the good leader, as always.
'Good thing he's not here right now or I'd certainly get scolded again. At least I'm sticking to my promise of just two sticks a day,' I thought.
A chilly breeze suddenly blew, and I shivered, wrapping my coat tightly around myself and taking another puff, willing myself to keep warm.
'Wait, this isn't mine. This is Junsu's jacket,' I said to myself, noticing just now with the sleeves a bit short for me.
'I don't think he'll be happy if he wears this and then finds out it reeks of
cigarette smoke instead of his favorite cologne,' I mused, chuckling a little as I imagined the high-pitched dolphin noises he always lets out when angry. As I inhaled the cool night air, I caught a whiff of the said cologne plus a bit of something else.
'Hmm...curry?'
No one to nag me to cook or pester me to watch soccer games.
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'Hyung, I'm hungry. Make something for me, please?' Changmin pleaded one afternoon, looking at me with his puppy dog eyes, knowing full well I couldn't resist.
'Can't you just make something yourself? I'm kinda tired and my favorite drama's almost on.'
'But I'll just make a big mess in the kitchen and then you'd get angry at me and then I have to clean it up and then I'd still be hungry!' he said in one breath.
I ran his words throught my head, figured out he was right, sighed and gave in. As usual.
'Fine, what do you want to eat?' I asked almost exasperatingly but he didn't seem to notice it or just chose to ignore it because he smiled at me in response.
'Thanks, hyung.'
~
After cooking for the youngest, I plopped down on the sofa, a bit happy that I was just on time for my drama when Junsu came in the living room, all bubbly and excited. He jumped down next to me and quickly grabbed the remote from my hand.
'Hey! I'm watching The O.C.!' I said indignantly.
'But hyung,' he whined and looked at me, pouting. 'There's a soccer game on right now! It's South Korea against Brazil! I can't miss this one! You can watch it with me too!'
I looked at him, irritated , and he looked back at me innocently, his brown eyes the size of dinner plates. How he managed to do that, I do not know.
Our 'battle' lasted for a full five seconds before I looked away and sighed yet again, sinking back onto the sofa, with loud cheers erupting from the TV and from the person beside me.
---
'At least South Korea won that match,' I thought, though still a bit annoyed that I missed one episode of The O.C.
'Oh well. I guess I can watch it on the internet. Maybe I should ask Changmin again for some help with that. After all, when it comes to downloading videos, he is the expert.'
I took one last drag from my cigarette before I threw it on the ground and crushed the orange tip with my slippered foot. Turning back towards the apartment, I put my hands inside my (yeah, yeah, Junsu's) jacket's pockets, trying to keep myself warm.
'Ooh, what's this?' I felt something like a piece of paper inside one of the pockets and curiously took it out, opened it and read.
'Lyrics eh? Seems like Yoochun's not the only one inspired to compose these days,' I thought, smiling to myself as I let myself back in the apartment and locked up the front door.
No one to get all emotional on me.
---
'Jaejoong-hyung?,' Yoochun called from his table.
'Hmmm?' I answered distractedly, not bothering to turn around as I continued writing.
'I just finished composing mine. Wanna hear it?'
'Uhm. Can we do it later? I'm a bit busy right now,' I said.
'Hyuuung. Please?'
My hand stopped moving and slowly I put down my pencil, sighing inwardly. I know I'd never hear the end of it if I just brushed his request aside, so I stood up and walked over to where he was, wishing that my inspiration won't be gone by the time I finish fulfilling his request.
He smiled at me excitedly and played his piece, his fingers moving gracefully, effortlessly, and his voice, soothing, just slightly above a whisper. I sat there, transfixed.
'Wow. That was good, Yoochun ah! Just a little bit more tweaking on some of the English parts and then, maybe, we can include it on our next album!' I said enthusiastically, after he finished playing.
I got excited and felt even more inspired to compose my own when I saw Yoochun, slumped a little on his chair, his hands on his lap, not facing me.
'Yoochun? What's wrong?' I asked curiously, putting my hand on his shoulder lightly.
Suddenly, I found myself being hugged and a teary-eyed Yoochun on my shoulder.
'Chunnie ah? What's the matter?' I said, a little taken aback, hesitantly poking him in the arm.
'I'm sorry, hyung. It's just that I wrote that song and I was thinking about my mom and my brother and I miss them so much and I just can't control my myself from getting all teared up!' he said, sniffing.
'Here we go again,' I thought to myself, my eyes rolling upward and patted Yoochun comfortingly as he tightened his arms around me.
---
I took off Junsu's jacket and returned it to the bottom of the pile of coats, thinking, if Junsu can't find it, he won't wear it, so he won't get to smell it.
I tossed my lighter carelessly in my drawer, then slowly opened the door to the bedroom. It was still the same as when I left, thankfully, none of them awake and asking questions as to what I've been up to.
I carefully walked in, closing the door soundlessly and maneuvered my way back into my bed silently.
Just as I laid down and turned to my side, I heard some soft rustling of sheets and suddenly found my bed being invaded.
"Where have you been, hyung?" Changmin asked sleepily, wrapping his arms around my waist, his breath warm against my neck,.
"I couldn't sleep," I answered back, grateful for the boy's warmth as it seeped through my shirt.
"You smell like smoke," Junsu whispered, his eyes closed as he put his head under my chin, snuggling in.
"Yeah, hyung. You stink," Yoochun added, yawning and wrapping his arm around Junsu.
Yunho merely grunted in response as he placed himself next to the youngest and murmured something that sounded like 'We'll talk about this tomorrow'.
I closed my eyes, smiling slightly as I imagined what we must've looked like, all five of us cooped up in a small bed, and slowly drifing off to sleep.
I may like moments when I'm by myself, but the thought of having no one to be
concerned about my health, to appreciate my cooking, to enjoy my company, or to come to me in times of sadness, is my greatest fear. I may complain like a bitch and tell everyone I like being on my own sometimes, but deep inside, I just can't stand the thought of being alone.
10.10.07
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Comments and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated~ Thank you! ^_^
AUTHOR: Kate
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Jaejoong-centric but if you squint really, really hard, it's kinda OT5-ish. XD
GENRE: Er... Gen? I have no idea. XD;
RATING: PG
Summary: Jaejoong contemplates in the middle of the night.
A/N: This was supposed to be angsty, considering I'm in emo mode right now. But, oh well. Hope y'all like it. :D
2:43 am, my alarm clock read. I could hear everyone's peaceful breaths as I stood up from my bed and slowly walked towards the door, careful not to wake the others.
I tiptoed as quietly as I could, with Junsu's soft snoring being the last thing I hear as I carefully closed the door.
Sighing in relief, having 'escaped', I went over to my drawer and took out just one stick of Marlboro Lights and lighter, grabbed my keys and a random coat from the bunch near the door and walked out.
I lit up my cigarette, the light trail of smoke lifting upwards. I stared at the bright orange light at the tip of my cigarette and took a long drag from it. I smiled a little, letting out a stream of smoke, savoring the almost bitter taste of it in my mouth.
I couldn't help thinking just how much I like moments like this when I could be alone.
No one to bother me about my smoking.
---
'You're killing yourself, you know that?' Yunho said once he caught me smoking.
'I know. But at least I'm killing myself slowly eh?' I replied jokingly.
Yunho just looked at me, his eyes filled with disappointment and shook his head.
'Fine. I can't tell you what to do and what not to do. But, please, can you just limit it to at least two sticks per day?'
'Yes, sir!' I said, saluting mockingly, a bit irritated he reprimanded me.
---
That Yunho. Being the good leader, as always.
'Good thing he's not here right now or I'd certainly get scolded again. At least I'm sticking to my promise of just two sticks a day,' I thought.
A chilly breeze suddenly blew, and I shivered, wrapping my coat tightly around myself and taking another puff, willing myself to keep warm.
'Wait, this isn't mine. This is Junsu's jacket,' I said to myself, noticing just now with the sleeves a bit short for me.
'I don't think he'll be happy if he wears this and then finds out it reeks of
cigarette smoke instead of his favorite cologne,' I mused, chuckling a little as I imagined the high-pitched dolphin noises he always lets out when angry. As I inhaled the cool night air, I caught a whiff of the said cologne plus a bit of something else.
'Hmm...curry?'
No one to nag me to cook or pester me to watch soccer games.
---
'Hyung, I'm hungry. Make something for me, please?' Changmin pleaded one afternoon, looking at me with his puppy dog eyes, knowing full well I couldn't resist.
'Can't you just make something yourself? I'm kinda tired and my favorite drama's almost on.'
'But I'll just make a big mess in the kitchen and then you'd get angry at me and then I have to clean it up and then I'd still be hungry!' he said in one breath.
I ran his words throught my head, figured out he was right, sighed and gave in. As usual.
'Fine, what do you want to eat?' I asked almost exasperatingly but he didn't seem to notice it or just chose to ignore it because he smiled at me in response.
'Thanks, hyung.'
~
After cooking for the youngest, I plopped down on the sofa, a bit happy that I was just on time for my drama when Junsu came in the living room, all bubbly and excited. He jumped down next to me and quickly grabbed the remote from my hand.
'Hey! I'm watching The O.C.!' I said indignantly.
'But hyung,' he whined and looked at me, pouting. 'There's a soccer game on right now! It's South Korea against Brazil! I can't miss this one! You can watch it with me too!'
I looked at him, irritated , and he looked back at me innocently, his brown eyes the size of dinner plates. How he managed to do that, I do not know.
Our 'battle' lasted for a full five seconds before I looked away and sighed yet again, sinking back onto the sofa, with loud cheers erupting from the TV and from the person beside me.
---
'At least South Korea won that match,' I thought, though still a bit annoyed that I missed one episode of The O.C.
'Oh well. I guess I can watch it on the internet. Maybe I should ask Changmin again for some help with that. After all, when it comes to downloading videos, he is the expert.'
I took one last drag from my cigarette before I threw it on the ground and crushed the orange tip with my slippered foot. Turning back towards the apartment, I put my hands inside my (yeah, yeah, Junsu's) jacket's pockets, trying to keep myself warm.
'Ooh, what's this?' I felt something like a piece of paper inside one of the pockets and curiously took it out, opened it and read.
'Lyrics eh? Seems like Yoochun's not the only one inspired to compose these days,' I thought, smiling to myself as I let myself back in the apartment and locked up the front door.
No one to get all emotional on me.
---
'Jaejoong-hyung?,' Yoochun called from his table.
'Hmmm?' I answered distractedly, not bothering to turn around as I continued writing.
'I just finished composing mine. Wanna hear it?'
'Uhm. Can we do it later? I'm a bit busy right now,' I said.
'Hyuuung. Please?'
My hand stopped moving and slowly I put down my pencil, sighing inwardly. I know I'd never hear the end of it if I just brushed his request aside, so I stood up and walked over to where he was, wishing that my inspiration won't be gone by the time I finish fulfilling his request.
He smiled at me excitedly and played his piece, his fingers moving gracefully, effortlessly, and his voice, soothing, just slightly above a whisper. I sat there, transfixed.
'Wow. That was good, Yoochun ah! Just a little bit more tweaking on some of the English parts and then, maybe, we can include it on our next album!' I said enthusiastically, after he finished playing.
I got excited and felt even more inspired to compose my own when I saw Yoochun, slumped a little on his chair, his hands on his lap, not facing me.
'Yoochun? What's wrong?' I asked curiously, putting my hand on his shoulder lightly.
Suddenly, I found myself being hugged and a teary-eyed Yoochun on my shoulder.
'Chunnie ah? What's the matter?' I said, a little taken aback, hesitantly poking him in the arm.
'I'm sorry, hyung. It's just that I wrote that song and I was thinking about my mom and my brother and I miss them so much and I just can't control my myself from getting all teared up!' he said, sniffing.
'Here we go again,' I thought to myself, my eyes rolling upward and patted Yoochun comfortingly as he tightened his arms around me.
---
I took off Junsu's jacket and returned it to the bottom of the pile of coats, thinking, if Junsu can't find it, he won't wear it, so he won't get to smell it.
I tossed my lighter carelessly in my drawer, then slowly opened the door to the bedroom. It was still the same as when I left, thankfully, none of them awake and asking questions as to what I've been up to.
I carefully walked in, closing the door soundlessly and maneuvered my way back into my bed silently.
Just as I laid down and turned to my side, I heard some soft rustling of sheets and suddenly found my bed being invaded.
"Where have you been, hyung?" Changmin asked sleepily, wrapping his arms around my waist, his breath warm against my neck,.
"I couldn't sleep," I answered back, grateful for the boy's warmth as it seeped through my shirt.
"You smell like smoke," Junsu whispered, his eyes closed as he put his head under my chin, snuggling in.
"Yeah, hyung. You stink," Yoochun added, yawning and wrapping his arm around Junsu.
Yunho merely grunted in response as he placed himself next to the youngest and murmured something that sounded like 'We'll talk about this tomorrow'.
I closed my eyes, smiling slightly as I imagined what we must've looked like, all five of us cooped up in a small bed, and slowly drifing off to sleep.
I may like moments when I'm by myself, but the thought of having no one to be
concerned about my health, to appreciate my cooking, to enjoy my company, or to come to me in times of sadness, is my greatest fear. I may complain like a bitch and tell everyone I like being on my own sometimes, but deep inside, I just can't stand the thought of being alone.
10.10.07
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Comments and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated~ Thank you! ^_^