keep the faith, but fate never is moving us. [Oneshot]
For jinsane226, the Chun to my Jae. [Hugs]
It's been a long time coming, and I'm sorry for the wait (& the moderate fail-ness of this piece). >w<;; Hope you like this, anyway~
To all other readers, I hope you enjoy this, as well. And...well, you know the drill. :']
Title: keep the faith, but fate never is moving us.
Rating: PG (for Jaejoong's language *w*)
Pairing: OT5. Emphasis on Yoochun/Everyone (because everyone loves ChunFace).
Summary: Yoochun needs reassurance, sometimes, that this is for keeps. [Set during and after the Shanghai Mirotic Concert.]
keep the faith, but faith never is moving us.
Five seconds to go.
It gets to Junsu every time.
The roar of the raging crowd, the blinding glare of the stage lights, the pulsating beats and the familiar melodies (the songs he keeps to heart, knows by heart, and never wants to let go); and of course, the brilliant wave of the red-blue-green-pink-orange-purple ocean, the hundreds of faces he’ll never see, the thousands of names he’ll never know, the tens of thousands of hopeful wistful precious warm and loving gazes of so many fans that give him wings, give him a reason to sing; give him courage when he wants to run away from it all-
- “Ready?” Yoochun squeezes his shoulder as he passes by (bangs dampened by sweat under the towel balanced precariously on his head, soft lashes and firm collarbones and familiarity from to the way he smiles at Junsu to the barest touch) because he knows junsu needs the encouragement before an encore like this.
‘Let’s give it our all’; that’s what that full-brimmed grin told him.
“Yeah.” Junsu trails close behind, gracing Yoochun with a light laugh that dances in the air like a melody and harmony in love. “Ready when you are.”
“I’m always ready,” Yoochun chuckles, and that’s all they have time for before they’re on.
{ We’re on.
Time to show them our best. }
{ -That’s all we can do for them for now. }
+=+=+=+=+
Four seconds.
“Hey,” Yunho suddenly says, turning to Yoochun, “what were you going to ask me this morning before Jaejoongah dragged me away again?”
Yoochun has to think about it for a second, about why he wanted to say it and the reason it even came up, because it really was silly but it started earlier that morning when they left from the hotel with Changmin making a comment about Yunho’s hair being messy, which led Junsu to start making comments about Changmin’s, which brought Yoochun to join in on picking apart Junsu’s claims and Jaejoong reaching to tap Yoochun on the arm from the third row and whisper -
“Nothing,” Yoochun says, but what I just wanna say is- “Just…thanks, I guess. Thanks for just being you. Good ol’ Leadersshi ‘n all that.”
‘Don’t give up on us yet’; that was the hidden message behind this statement.
“You’re welcome,” Yunho laughs and gives Yoochun a hard pat on the back (warm reassurance that they both could use right now) before they head back into the dressing room area to get ready for the show.
{ ‘Keep the faith.’
I believe in those words, and I hope you do, too. }
{ -That’s all I wanted to tell you. }
+=+=+=+=+
Three seconds.
Backstage just before Yoochun finds Junsu on the stairwell, he nearly bowls poor Jaejoong coming out of the dressing room at the same time he was about to come in.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong apologizes before Yoochun can even open his mouth, a brilliant smile pressed into full lips. “I wanted to go write something down before I forgot. Just saw the coolest thing while we were running around for ‘Hahaha’.”
-And Yoochun knows what he’s talking about, because he caught a glimpse of Jaejoong’s face when he was passing by that section too, where there were a slew of green pen lights shining among the shimmering red and a couple of signboards reading Miduhyo and TVXQ and ___-Oppa, Saranghae, and a couple - just a couple, he thinks, though he passed by much quicker, unlike Jaejoong, who actually stopped and knelt down to actually look, stare, smile (the kind of smile that makes your heart stop just to look at it because it’s so real, so raw, and so unaffected that it makes you think maybe you’re dreaming a bit to get to witness it in your lifetime) when he saw-
“They were pretty cute, right?” Yoochun watches as Jaejoong flushes from the roots of his cropped bangs to the tip of his nose. “Those YoonJae Petch fangirls.”
‘I’m keeping an eye out for you’; that was the unspoken sentiment between them.
“I wasn’t looking at them, Yoochunah,” Jaejoong huffs, rolling his eyes as he trots down the hall, “obviously.”
{ I know you.
And we know each other well enough to know what we meant to each other. }
{ -And sometimes, that’s all I need to be reassured of. }
+=+=+=+=+
Two.
After the concert is over, they’re in the dressing room for a good half hour longer than they need to, freshening up.
“Yoochun,” Changmin pipes up, holding up a water bottle, “think fast!”
It’s in the moment that Yoochun watches the bottle sail in perfect arc over Junsu, curled up with his IPod in a corner of the room, lightly dozing off with a towel (Yoochun’s) thrown over his face and his tiny hands curled around Jaejoong’s jacket sleeve; meanwhile, Jaejoong, who sat next to Junsu, lifts his head to Yunho, who had at last returned from speaking with their manager outside about tomorrow’s flight home, giving the leader a tired smile and patting the empty seat next to him, while, of course, fully expecting Yunho to settle in Jaejoong’s lap instead (shared boisterous laughter and a miffed sound of protest from Changmin, who barely had enough time to move over for Yunho to accommodate the much-needed space on the bench), that Yoochun realizes-
“Yah,” Yoochun grouses as he catches the bottle Changmin threw at him just in time, “you never did pay me back for that candy bar at the airport.”
‘Moments like these are what we live for’; that was the thought that went through Yoochun’s mind in those two seconds.
“I’ll pay you back tonight,” Changmin quips, inching over a bit to let Yoochun sit next to him without complaint, “by letting you take the bed.”
{ And Yoochun thinks it’s ironic, in a way.
This was his life now, his forever. }
{ -Maybe, he thinks, this was what he had always wanted all along. }
+=+=+=+=+
One.
The crowd swells, rising with every stamp of the foot, every red pen light that gets switched on, every second that passes in excitement to see their Gods of The East.
Don’t say goodbye, they sing, you are my everything to me.
All of them, they gathered here for the same reason. Some of them may have never met. Some of them never will. But there’s a certain cohesive feeling to it, a certain quality of togetherness that you won’t find anywhere else.
This stadium, this captured moment in time, is what some might call beautiful.
And when the lights go out, the screams escalate, cresting like a wave at the exact moment when five figures appear on the giant screens.
Five familiar faces; five names the people in this place won’t soon forget. Four letters that have so much meaning in so little space; four characters in hangul that, for this group of people - Cassiopeia, whether they associate themselves with the fan club name or what it means or what they stand for, is in this stadium tonight - hold the power to change lives with their voices alone.
Like a siren calling out into the night for those lost to temptation. Like a beacon of light aglow in the distance before but drawing ever closer. Like a magic spell slowly spreading over the listless form to rejuvenate it-
{ Dong Bang Shin Ki.
They are the one, eternally. }
+=+=+=+=+
0. (Infinity)
“Owowowowow. Hyung. What. The. Hell.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know that was your foot, Changminnie!”
“Um. Junsu. It wasn’t Changmin’s foot you stepped on. …I think that was mine.”
“-Oops?”
“AHAHAHA!”
“Fail, Junsu. Faiiiiil.”
“Shut up, Changminnie, nobody asked you!”
“Junsuah! Changminah! …Boys. Please? It’s two in the morning and we really need to get some sleep. We leave in four hours…”
“That’s our ever-responsible Leadersshi.”
“You’re not exactly cooperating, either, Junsu.”
“Gahhhh, who asked you, Minnie!?”
“…They’re impossible. Both of them.”
“Has anyone seen my pillow?”
“-There’s something sticky on the floor. …Changminah?”
“I wasn’t eating anything tonight, hyung.”
“It’s practically morning, just so you know. -Chun, have you seen my pillo-?”
“Okay. *Sigh* Alright, then. Who was eating when we came in here?”
“…I was?”
“Pfffft.”
“Wow. Really?”
“-Junsuah……”
“I said I’m sorry, Yun-nim...!”
“MY PILLOW-”
“Right here, Jae.”
“…Thanks! Okay, everybody. I don’t know about you all, but I’m fucking exhausted so I’m going to sleep now. Taking the first bed~”
“No, Jaejoongieeeeeee! Let me sleep with youuuuuuu-”
“I think this is chocolate. -Where’d you get chocolate from, Junsu? I want in.”
“Umm, down in the lobby? I still have some left, if you want some, Min-”
“No more messes tonight, please? I’m begging you guys now.”
“…Yessir.”
“Fine. But you owe me a chocolate bar once we get back. -Actually, Yoochun does. Bastard still hasn’t paid me back yet.”
“Go take the bed, then. I’ll take the floor.”
“Adjklsfsl - but this bed is miiiiiiine. Mine. Does everybody understand that.”
“Jae, I love you, but we can all share the bed. No one’ll take your pillow, how’s that?”
“I wanna share a bed with Jaejoongieeeeeeeee.”
“Jaejoongah and I always share a hotel bed, though. …Oh God, we aren’t really fighting over this, are we? Guys, it’s two-thirty now! Can we please just go to slee-”
“…Possessive contradicting Leadersshi is contradicting?”
“EU KYANG KYAN-”
“It’s like a tongue twister…”
“Sleeeeeeeeeeep. Aish, you guys really know how to drive a leader crazy sometimes.”
“Yunhoah~”
“Jaejoongah~?”
“…Yunhoah ♥ ~…”
“UGH, will you two just stop already? The whole world and their ancestors know you’re in love already, you don’t have to keep being-”
“…DONG BANG DOGPILE TIME!!”
“WHAT-”
“OMO-”
“OH SHI-”
Crashthudsqueak, followed by a chorus of screams and groans that could be heard from down the hall. After a good minute of frantic whispers and not-so-quiet murmurs and complaints, the five of them settled down; tangled limbs, perspiration, and all.
Complete silence.
It had a strange and pleasantly cooling effect on the stuffy room.
“So,” Jaejoong tittered somewhere between Changmin’s knee and Junsu’s outstretched elbow, “still driving you crazy, Yunhoah?”
Soft strands of dark hair tangled in Yoochun’s fingers (Junsu), small toes jabbing into his ribcage (Changmin), a discordant rhythm tapped out on Yoochun’s stomach (Jaejoong), and Yunho - the only one whose face was visible in the vague moonlight streaming in from the opened curtain - gazing at the four others lying in various states of disarray, matted hair and tired eyes and smiling faces across the bed sheets and fighting back a smile of his own as he waved them all over, closer, closer, until they were all close enough to share breathing space and feel each others’ heartbeats, warm pulsations of blood reminding Yoochun once again that-
“Always,” Yunho laughed, leaning over just enough to press soft kisses to Jaejoong and Changmin’s foreheads in turn. “But no matter how bat-shit crazy you guys make me…well, I’m still here, aren’t I?”
{ We’ll always be here.
Just like this.
It’ll be the five of us…}
Yongwonhi, Yoochun thought as he closed his eyes and surrendered to dreams, as if it were the missing key to unlock his doubts and let them float away at long last all along, yongwonhi.
{ All it takes is five seconds
To realize how much I feel like this-
Proud of our love.
Always and forever.}
[Fin.]
It's been a long time coming, and I'm sorry for the wait (& the moderate fail-ness of this piece). >w<;; Hope you like this, anyway~
To all other readers, I hope you enjoy this, as well. And...well, you know the drill. :']
Title: keep the faith, but fate never is moving us.
Rating: PG (for Jaejoong's language *w*)
Pairing: OT5. Emphasis on Yoochun/Everyone (because everyone loves ChunFace).
Summary: Yoochun needs reassurance, sometimes, that this is for keeps. [Set during and after the Shanghai Mirotic Concert.]
keep the faith, but faith never is moving us.
Five seconds to go.
It gets to Junsu every time.
The roar of the raging crowd, the blinding glare of the stage lights, the pulsating beats and the familiar melodies (the songs he keeps to heart, knows by heart, and never wants to let go); and of course, the brilliant wave of the red-blue-green-pink-orange-purple ocean, the hundreds of faces he’ll never see, the thousands of names he’ll never know, the tens of thousands of hopeful wistful precious warm and loving gazes of so many fans that give him wings, give him a reason to sing; give him courage when he wants to run away from it all-
- “Ready?” Yoochun squeezes his shoulder as he passes by (bangs dampened by sweat under the towel balanced precariously on his head, soft lashes and firm collarbones and familiarity from to the way he smiles at Junsu to the barest touch) because he knows junsu needs the encouragement before an encore like this.
‘Let’s give it our all’; that’s what that full-brimmed grin told him.
“Yeah.” Junsu trails close behind, gracing Yoochun with a light laugh that dances in the air like a melody and harmony in love. “Ready when you are.”
“I’m always ready,” Yoochun chuckles, and that’s all they have time for before they’re on.
{ We’re on.
Time to show them our best. }
{ -That’s all we can do for them for now. }
+=+=+=+=+
Four seconds.
“Hey,” Yunho suddenly says, turning to Yoochun, “what were you going to ask me this morning before Jaejoongah dragged me away again?”
Yoochun has to think about it for a second, about why he wanted to say it and the reason it even came up, because it really was silly but it started earlier that morning when they left from the hotel with Changmin making a comment about Yunho’s hair being messy, which led Junsu to start making comments about Changmin’s, which brought Yoochun to join in on picking apart Junsu’s claims and Jaejoong reaching to tap Yoochun on the arm from the third row and whisper -
“Nothing,” Yoochun says, but what I just wanna say is- “Just…thanks, I guess. Thanks for just being you. Good ol’ Leadersshi ‘n all that.”
‘Don’t give up on us yet’; that was the hidden message behind this statement.
“You’re welcome,” Yunho laughs and gives Yoochun a hard pat on the back (warm reassurance that they both could use right now) before they head back into the dressing room area to get ready for the show.
{ ‘Keep the faith.’
I believe in those words, and I hope you do, too. }
{ -That’s all I wanted to tell you. }
+=+=+=+=+
Three seconds.
Backstage just before Yoochun finds Junsu on the stairwell, he nearly bowls poor Jaejoong coming out of the dressing room at the same time he was about to come in.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong apologizes before Yoochun can even open his mouth, a brilliant smile pressed into full lips. “I wanted to go write something down before I forgot. Just saw the coolest thing while we were running around for ‘Hahaha’.”
-And Yoochun knows what he’s talking about, because he caught a glimpse of Jaejoong’s face when he was passing by that section too, where there were a slew of green pen lights shining among the shimmering red and a couple of signboards reading Miduhyo and TVXQ and ___-Oppa, Saranghae, and a couple - just a couple, he thinks, though he passed by much quicker, unlike Jaejoong, who actually stopped and knelt down to actually look, stare, smile (the kind of smile that makes your heart stop just to look at it because it’s so real, so raw, and so unaffected that it makes you think maybe you’re dreaming a bit to get to witness it in your lifetime) when he saw-
“They were pretty cute, right?” Yoochun watches as Jaejoong flushes from the roots of his cropped bangs to the tip of his nose. “Those YoonJae Petch fangirls.”
‘I’m keeping an eye out for you’; that was the unspoken sentiment between them.
“I wasn’t looking at them, Yoochunah,” Jaejoong huffs, rolling his eyes as he trots down the hall, “obviously.”
{ I know you.
And we know each other well enough to know what we meant to each other. }
{ -And sometimes, that’s all I need to be reassured of. }
+=+=+=+=+
Two.
After the concert is over, they’re in the dressing room for a good half hour longer than they need to, freshening up.
“Yoochun,” Changmin pipes up, holding up a water bottle, “think fast!”
It’s in the moment that Yoochun watches the bottle sail in perfect arc over Junsu, curled up with his IPod in a corner of the room, lightly dozing off with a towel (Yoochun’s) thrown over his face and his tiny hands curled around Jaejoong’s jacket sleeve; meanwhile, Jaejoong, who sat next to Junsu, lifts his head to Yunho, who had at last returned from speaking with their manager outside about tomorrow’s flight home, giving the leader a tired smile and patting the empty seat next to him, while, of course, fully expecting Yunho to settle in Jaejoong’s lap instead (shared boisterous laughter and a miffed sound of protest from Changmin, who barely had enough time to move over for Yunho to accommodate the much-needed space on the bench), that Yoochun realizes-
“Yah,” Yoochun grouses as he catches the bottle Changmin threw at him just in time, “you never did pay me back for that candy bar at the airport.”
‘Moments like these are what we live for’; that was the thought that went through Yoochun’s mind in those two seconds.
“I’ll pay you back tonight,” Changmin quips, inching over a bit to let Yoochun sit next to him without complaint, “by letting you take the bed.”
{ And Yoochun thinks it’s ironic, in a way.
This was his life now, his forever. }
{ -Maybe, he thinks, this was what he had always wanted all along. }
+=+=+=+=+
One.
The crowd swells, rising with every stamp of the foot, every red pen light that gets switched on, every second that passes in excitement to see their Gods of The East.
Don’t say goodbye, they sing, you are my everything to me.
All of them, they gathered here for the same reason. Some of them may have never met. Some of them never will. But there’s a certain cohesive feeling to it, a certain quality of togetherness that you won’t find anywhere else.
This stadium, this captured moment in time, is what some might call beautiful.
And when the lights go out, the screams escalate, cresting like a wave at the exact moment when five figures appear on the giant screens.
Five familiar faces; five names the people in this place won’t soon forget. Four letters that have so much meaning in so little space; four characters in hangul that, for this group of people - Cassiopeia, whether they associate themselves with the fan club name or what it means or what they stand for, is in this stadium tonight - hold the power to change lives with their voices alone.
Like a siren calling out into the night for those lost to temptation. Like a beacon of light aglow in the distance before but drawing ever closer. Like a magic spell slowly spreading over the listless form to rejuvenate it-
{ Dong Bang Shin Ki.
They are the one, eternally. }
+=+=+=+=+
0. (Infinity)
“Owowowowow. Hyung. What. The. Hell.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know that was your foot, Changminnie!”
“Um. Junsu. It wasn’t Changmin’s foot you stepped on. …I think that was mine.”
“-Oops?”
“AHAHAHA!”
“Fail, Junsu. Faiiiiil.”
“Shut up, Changminnie, nobody asked you!”
“Junsuah! Changminah! …Boys. Please? It’s two in the morning and we really need to get some sleep. We leave in four hours…”
“That’s our ever-responsible Leadersshi.”
“You’re not exactly cooperating, either, Junsu.”
“Gahhhh, who asked you, Minnie!?”
“…They’re impossible. Both of them.”
“Has anyone seen my pillow?”
“-There’s something sticky on the floor. …Changminah?”
“I wasn’t eating anything tonight, hyung.”
“It’s practically morning, just so you know. -Chun, have you seen my pillo-?”
“Okay. *Sigh* Alright, then. Who was eating when we came in here?”
“…I was?”
“Pfffft.”
“Wow. Really?”
“-Junsuah……”
“I said I’m sorry, Yun-nim...!”
“MY PILLOW-”
“Right here, Jae.”
“…Thanks! Okay, everybody. I don’t know about you all, but I’m fucking exhausted so I’m going to sleep now. Taking the first bed~”
“No, Jaejoongieeeeeee! Let me sleep with youuuuuuu-”
“I think this is chocolate. -Where’d you get chocolate from, Junsu? I want in.”
“Umm, down in the lobby? I still have some left, if you want some, Min-”
“No more messes tonight, please? I’m begging you guys now.”
“…Yessir.”
“Fine. But you owe me a chocolate bar once we get back. -Actually, Yoochun does. Bastard still hasn’t paid me back yet.”
“Go take the bed, then. I’ll take the floor.”
“Adjklsfsl - but this bed is miiiiiiine. Mine. Does everybody understand that.”
“Jae, I love you, but we can all share the bed. No one’ll take your pillow, how’s that?”
“I wanna share a bed with Jaejoongieeeeeeeee.”
“Jaejoongah and I always share a hotel bed, though. …Oh God, we aren’t really fighting over this, are we? Guys, it’s two-thirty now! Can we please just go to slee-”
“…Possessive contradicting Leadersshi is contradicting?”
“EU KYANG KYAN-”
“It’s like a tongue twister…”
“Sleeeeeeeeeeep. Aish, you guys really know how to drive a leader crazy sometimes.”
“Yunhoah~”
“Jaejoongah~?”
“…Yunhoah ♥ ~…”
“UGH, will you two just stop already? The whole world and their ancestors know you’re in love already, you don’t have to keep being-”
“…DONG BANG DOGPILE TIME!!”
“WHAT-”
“OMO-”
“OH SHI-”
Crashthudsqueak, followed by a chorus of screams and groans that could be heard from down the hall. After a good minute of frantic whispers and not-so-quiet murmurs and complaints, the five of them settled down; tangled limbs, perspiration, and all.
Complete silence.
It had a strange and pleasantly cooling effect on the stuffy room.
“So,” Jaejoong tittered somewhere between Changmin’s knee and Junsu’s outstretched elbow, “still driving you crazy, Yunhoah?”
Soft strands of dark hair tangled in Yoochun’s fingers (Junsu), small toes jabbing into his ribcage (Changmin), a discordant rhythm tapped out on Yoochun’s stomach (Jaejoong), and Yunho - the only one whose face was visible in the vague moonlight streaming in from the opened curtain - gazing at the four others lying in various states of disarray, matted hair and tired eyes and smiling faces across the bed sheets and fighting back a smile of his own as he waved them all over, closer, closer, until they were all close enough to share breathing space and feel each others’ heartbeats, warm pulsations of blood reminding Yoochun once again that-
“Always,” Yunho laughed, leaning over just enough to press soft kisses to Jaejoong and Changmin’s foreheads in turn. “But no matter how bat-shit crazy you guys make me…well, I’m still here, aren’t I?”
{ We’ll always be here.
Just like this.
It’ll be the five of us…}
Yongwonhi, Yoochun thought as he closed his eyes and surrendered to dreams, as if it were the missing key to unlock his doubts and let them float away at long last all along, yongwonhi.
{ All it takes is five seconds
To realize how much I feel like this-
Proud of our love.
Always and forever.}
[Fin.]