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This is insanity! No, this is... high school. (3/?)
Title: This is insanity! No, this is... high school. (3/?)
Pairing: Yunjae; OT5
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Over-exaggerated situations
A/N: Thank you Elly for the beta! ILU <3
Summary: Enter Kim Jaejoong - the new kid in the neighbourhood that is fed up of being mistaken as a girl.
Jung Yunho - the ever perfect and princely Student Council President who has a secret obsession for Caramel pudding.
Shim Changmin - the certified genius and an unwilling student of Rising Sun High School.
Park Yoochun - the sleazy player with unfortunate colour blindness, and
Kim Junsu - the misunderstood soccer player who wants nothing more than to feed the rabbits near the school field.
With gossip mongers and rising conflicts occurring with every step they go, high school has never been that crazy.
(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9)
Apparently, Changmin was proven to be wrong - much to his distate.
"Partially wrong, anyway," Changmin thinks defensively.
Well, it was probably true that Yunho would probably never look at a vending machine the same way again, judging from the way he cringes whenever he buys a drink recently, but much to his surprise, he did not really play a big role in the intervention.
Jaejoong had been supremely pissed off, hell, he had been so furious that he did not even know which part of his brain functioned properly anymore.
He doesn't really think that there could be any part of his brain - down to the very last cell - that was not angry at the person slumped against the wall, right in front of him at that time.
Jaejoong's grip tightened against the vending machine he was holding precariously above Yunho's oh-so-perfect hea-
"Wait," Jaejoong stops. "Why was he thinking about how beautiful Yunho's features were when he was trying to skin him alive?"
"It must be the fan girls' influence," Jaejoong finally decides.
Now, where was he - oh, yes. Jaejoong was furious - he hated anyone that dared to draw references with him to any form of girls available - dead or alive, and Jaejoong made sure that anyone that did so was immediately wiped off from the face of the Earth.
No one had ever dared to call him Miss before without facing his wrath - let alone further insult him.
"What should I call you instead, mister?" Yunho voice echoes mockingly in Jaejoong's head.
Jaejoong lets out a growl, trying to banish the voice away.
Yunho whimpers.
The surrounding crowd gasps.
It was a universal fact that Jung Yunho never whimpers, but such facts were not applicable when a certain Kim Jaejoong was involved. Especially when that particular Kim Jaejoong was holding a vending machine that was ready to crush his head any moment now.
Yunho decides that having a vending machine hanging above his head was much worse than being deprived of caramel pudding for a week.
Okay, maybe five days.
Make that three.
Jaejoong snarls at Yunho again, swinging the vending machine a little too close to Yunho for his liking.
"Five, definitely five days," Yunho shivers.
Then, before Jaejoong could open his mouth to scream out more expletives at Yunho, a sharp, familiar voice pierces the hallway.
"Hyung!" Changmin yelled, eyes boring into Jaejoong's; occasionally shifting warily down to Yunho's. "Cut it out!"
Yunho nearly sighs out loud in relief. Shim Changmin, he mentally notes, replacing Changmin's name in his memory space with "His Saviour".
"No fucking way! Did you know what" Jaejoong screeches. "He-" he throws a look at Yunho, "said to me? He said I was a-"
"I don't care what he said to you, but whatever he did, he surely doesn't deserve having a vending machine thrown at him!"
"B-b-but!"
"What in the world is going on?" a deep voice rumbles from the side.
Nearly a hundred heads turned to the direction of the voice, all of which whom eyes widened in recognition of the figure approaching the heart of the scene.
"H-headmaster," Changmin stammered. It was not everday the headmaster makes an appearance, and when he does - Changmin gulped - things never ended happily.
And judging from the headmaster's dark and obviously displeased look, Changmin's worries were confirmed.
"Kim Jaejoong, Jung Yunho, both of you, in my office, now!" the headmaster commanded. "And for heaven's sake, Kim Jaejoong, put down the vending machine, don't you know how much that useless piece of metal costs?"
Jaejoong gulps.
Jaejoong rarely - if not never - lets a person off after they had spoken what he dubbed as "the taboo words," but there were certain occassions - rare and far between - that Jaejoong deemed that he was in enough shit to let the person go.
This was one of such occassions.
"Jung Yunho!" the headmaster continues. "What the fuc-," he coughs; catches himself. "Eh, I mean, what are you still sitting there like some demented old cow. I want you in my office right this very instant!" He pauses and ponders for a moment.
"Shim Changmin, you too!"
Changmin eyes widened.
"But-"
"Hey," Yoochun strolls in the middle of the commotion, with Junsu trailing warily behind. He turns to face Junsu. "Is it me or is the headmaster's face particularly red today?"
Changmin stares at Yoochun.
Yes, Changmin concludes. Yoochun's colour blindness was definitely a hoax. He was probably playing some kind of psychological game with all of them. There was no way a person could be so dense as to not read the stifling and tense atmosphere in the hallway.
"You know," Junsu whispers softly into Yoochun's ear. "You're actually right for once."
"Huh," Yoochun grins goofily, proud at his observation.
Then again, maybe such a person exists after all. Changmin sighs and stares right at Yoochun.
After all, he's looking at one.
--
"So," the headmaster finally says after Jaejoong and Yunho settled down.
"So," Jaejoong mentally imitates, giggling at his imitation.
Jaejoong did not realize that he had giggled out loud, until he saw Yunho's incredulous face and Changmin's raised eyebrow - all directed to him.
"Eheh," Jaejoong laughs nervously.
Changmin sighs.
Yunho tries to sit further away from Jaejoong.
The headmaster coughs.
"So," he said stiffly. "Here's the part where I'm supposed to say, what do you have to say for yourselves? But I won't - you want to know why?" He lifts his head, only to be met with blank expressions. He sighs inwardly - his speeches never seemed to work on students these days - perhaps he should consider hiring someone to script his replies for him.
"Well, it's because I know all I'm going to hear are weak excuses so-"
"But!" Changmin bursts out ignidantly. "I didn't do anything!"
"You didn't?" The headmaster folds his arms; disbelieving expression trained on Changmin.
"Yes headmaster," Jaejoong sighs. "He didn't do anything except trying to stop me. Could you let him go now?"
Changmin would probably thank him for this later, Jaejoong snickers inwardly.
He stops immediately afterwards, realizing that the one that had gotten him into the mess the first place was him.
If there was anyone Jaejoong was afraid of offending, that was his cousin, Changmin. The last thing Jaejoong needs in his life is an angry genius plotting ways to kill him.
And who was going to help Jaejoong with the impeding amount of homework if Changmin wasn't there?
The headmaster blinks once, twice.
"Really?"
"Yes, headmaster. Changmin did nothing wrong," this time, it was Yunho that cuts in.
"Oh."
"Fine then. You can go."
"You mean that's it?" Changmin splutters.
"Yeah, I mean, what did you expect? Since the Student Council President had said so himself, I don't see any reason why you should still be standing here. Now go, before I change my mind!"
Changmin is gone within a flash.
"What about me!" Jaejoong lets out a tiny noise of discontentment.
"So," the headmaster begins again.
"Kim Jaejoong, what you have done today is very serious - a person's life" the headmaster waves pointedly to Yunho. "Could have been put into danger here."
Yunho could not help but silently nod along.
Jaejoong glares at Yunho. Someone remind him why he ever had a crush on such a jerk in the first place?
"But," the headmaster suddenly proclaims.
"But, I haven't seen such amazing strength for a very long time, and hence, would like to make a proposition for you."
"Okay," he adds. "You don't really have a choice."
"So what's the proposition?" Jaejoong asks warily.
"You join the American Football Team and this incident will be considered to have never happened. Deal?"
Jaejoong blinks. Joining the American Football Team did not seem to be too intimidating or bad a deal. Besides, it was football - Jaejoong thinks of the incoming World Cup - how much could kicking a ball hurt?
Except for the fact that Jaejoong didn't realize he had mixed up Soccer with American Football, and that American Football involved more than just kicking an inflated ball across the field.
"Deal," Jaejoong confidently says.
"But, but!" Yunho splutters, flailing his arms wildly in objection.
"Do you have anything else you would like to add in, Jung Yunho?" the headmaster stares. "Or would you like to..." he trails off threateningly.
"No, not at all! Everything's perfectly fine! Eheh," Yunho laughs nervously.
"Great then," the headmaster beamed. "Then I hope you welcome Jaejoong into the team with open arms!"
"What?!" both of them simultaneously shouted.
The headmaster grins in reply, before shooing them off.
--
The next day, Jaejoong enters the school with a reluctant Changmin, greeted by burst of giggles from the girls and frightened stares from the guys.
Well, at least one thing was for sure, Changmin mentally notes.
No one dared to call Jaejoong weak anymore.
--
"Okay, settle down class," Mrs. Park briskly says.
"Today I'm going to split you up into groups of five - the school's trying a new kind of system. You guys are going to be in your groups of five for the rest of the year, and you'll have to work together to come up with various stuff for the projects we'll be assigning out frequently."
"And no," Mrs. Park raises a hand to stop the boy in front from opening his mouth. "I don't want any questions."
"So anyway, Group 1 will consist of Kim Jaejoong, Shim Changmin, Jung Yunho, Park Yoochun and Kim Junsu..."
"Holy shit," Yunho gulps.
Changmin sighs, yet another troublesome year was up ahead.
Yoochun and Junsu exchanged high-fives, giggling like some deranged five-year-old on sugar high.
Jaejoong breaks the table.
(Chapter 4)
--
A/N: Seriously. I'm amazed at the speed I'm writing at. Though better expect the next chapter to not come out so quickly. (Friday - Sunday) School's being gross and lumping lots of work on me ):
I hope you enjoyed this chapter (: Trying to go for some plot development here so it might not be that funny haha. Comments make my day (: <3
Pairing: Yunjae; OT5
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Over-exaggerated situations
A/N: Thank you Elly for the beta! ILU <3
Summary: Enter Kim Jaejoong - the new kid in the neighbourhood that is fed up of being mistaken as a girl.
Jung Yunho - the ever perfect and princely Student Council President who has a secret obsession for Caramel pudding.
Shim Changmin - the certified genius and an unwilling student of Rising Sun High School.
Park Yoochun - the sleazy player with unfortunate colour blindness, and
Kim Junsu - the misunderstood soccer player who wants nothing more than to feed the rabbits near the school field.
With gossip mongers and rising conflicts occurring with every step they go, high school has never been that crazy.
(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9)
Apparently, Changmin was proven to be wrong - much to his distate.
"Partially wrong, anyway," Changmin thinks defensively.
Well, it was probably true that Yunho would probably never look at a vending machine the same way again, judging from the way he cringes whenever he buys a drink recently, but much to his surprise, he did not really play a big role in the intervention.
Jaejoong had been supremely pissed off, hell, he had been so furious that he did not even know which part of his brain functioned properly anymore.
He doesn't really think that there could be any part of his brain - down to the very last cell - that was not angry at the person slumped against the wall, right in front of him at that time.
Jaejoong's grip tightened against the vending machine he was holding precariously above Yunho's oh-so-perfect hea-
"Wait," Jaejoong stops. "Why was he thinking about how beautiful Yunho's features were when he was trying to skin him alive?"
"It must be the fan girls' influence," Jaejoong finally decides.
Now, where was he - oh, yes. Jaejoong was furious - he hated anyone that dared to draw references with him to any form of girls available - dead or alive, and Jaejoong made sure that anyone that did so was immediately wiped off from the face of the Earth.
No one had ever dared to call him Miss before without facing his wrath - let alone further insult him.
"What should I call you instead, mister?" Yunho voice echoes mockingly in Jaejoong's head.
Jaejoong lets out a growl, trying to banish the voice away.
Yunho whimpers.
The surrounding crowd gasps.
It was a universal fact that Jung Yunho never whimpers, but such facts were not applicable when a certain Kim Jaejoong was involved. Especially when that particular Kim Jaejoong was holding a vending machine that was ready to crush his head any moment now.
Yunho decides that having a vending machine hanging above his head was much worse than being deprived of caramel pudding for a week.
Okay, maybe five days.
Make that three.
Jaejoong snarls at Yunho again, swinging the vending machine a little too close to Yunho for his liking.
"Five, definitely five days," Yunho shivers.
Then, before Jaejoong could open his mouth to scream out more expletives at Yunho, a sharp, familiar voice pierces the hallway.
"Hyung!" Changmin yelled, eyes boring into Jaejoong's; occasionally shifting warily down to Yunho's. "Cut it out!"
Yunho nearly sighs out loud in relief. Shim Changmin, he mentally notes, replacing Changmin's name in his memory space with "His Saviour".
"No fucking way! Did you know what" Jaejoong screeches. "He-" he throws a look at Yunho, "said to me? He said I was a-"
"I don't care what he said to you, but whatever he did, he surely doesn't deserve having a vending machine thrown at him!"
"B-b-but!"
"What in the world is going on?" a deep voice rumbles from the side.
Nearly a hundred heads turned to the direction of the voice, all of which whom eyes widened in recognition of the figure approaching the heart of the scene.
"H-headmaster," Changmin stammered. It was not everday the headmaster makes an appearance, and when he does - Changmin gulped - things never ended happily.
And judging from the headmaster's dark and obviously displeased look, Changmin's worries were confirmed.
"Kim Jaejoong, Jung Yunho, both of you, in my office, now!" the headmaster commanded. "And for heaven's sake, Kim Jaejoong, put down the vending machine, don't you know how much that useless piece of metal costs?"
Jaejoong gulps.
Jaejoong rarely - if not never - lets a person off after they had spoken what he dubbed as "the taboo words," but there were certain occassions - rare and far between - that Jaejoong deemed that he was in enough shit to let the person go.
This was one of such occassions.
"Jung Yunho!" the headmaster continues. "What the fuc-," he coughs; catches himself. "Eh, I mean, what are you still sitting there like some demented old cow. I want you in my office right this very instant!" He pauses and ponders for a moment.
"Shim Changmin, you too!"
Changmin eyes widened.
"But-"
"Hey," Yoochun strolls in the middle of the commotion, with Junsu trailing warily behind. He turns to face Junsu. "Is it me or is the headmaster's face particularly red today?"
Changmin stares at Yoochun.
Yes, Changmin concludes. Yoochun's colour blindness was definitely a hoax. He was probably playing some kind of psychological game with all of them. There was no way a person could be so dense as to not read the stifling and tense atmosphere in the hallway.
"You know," Junsu whispers softly into Yoochun's ear. "You're actually right for once."
"Huh," Yoochun grins goofily, proud at his observation.
Then again, maybe such a person exists after all. Changmin sighs and stares right at Yoochun.
After all, he's looking at one.
--
"So," the headmaster finally says after Jaejoong and Yunho settled down.
"So," Jaejoong mentally imitates, giggling at his imitation.
Jaejoong did not realize that he had giggled out loud, until he saw Yunho's incredulous face and Changmin's raised eyebrow - all directed to him.
"Eheh," Jaejoong laughs nervously.
Changmin sighs.
Yunho tries to sit further away from Jaejoong.
The headmaster coughs.
"So," he said stiffly. "Here's the part where I'm supposed to say, what do you have to say for yourselves? But I won't - you want to know why?" He lifts his head, only to be met with blank expressions. He sighs inwardly - his speeches never seemed to work on students these days - perhaps he should consider hiring someone to script his replies for him.
"Well, it's because I know all I'm going to hear are weak excuses so-"
"But!" Changmin bursts out ignidantly. "I didn't do anything!"
"You didn't?" The headmaster folds his arms; disbelieving expression trained on Changmin.
"Yes headmaster," Jaejoong sighs. "He didn't do anything except trying to stop me. Could you let him go now?"
Changmin would probably thank him for this later, Jaejoong snickers inwardly.
He stops immediately afterwards, realizing that the one that had gotten him into the mess the first place was him.
If there was anyone Jaejoong was afraid of offending, that was his cousin, Changmin. The last thing Jaejoong needs in his life is an angry genius plotting ways to kill him.
And who was going to help Jaejoong with the impeding amount of homework if Changmin wasn't there?
The headmaster blinks once, twice.
"Really?"
"Yes, headmaster. Changmin did nothing wrong," this time, it was Yunho that cuts in.
"Oh."
"Fine then. You can go."
"You mean that's it?" Changmin splutters.
"Yeah, I mean, what did you expect? Since the Student Council President had said so himself, I don't see any reason why you should still be standing here. Now go, before I change my mind!"
Changmin is gone within a flash.
"What about me!" Jaejoong lets out a tiny noise of discontentment.
"So," the headmaster begins again.
"Kim Jaejoong, what you have done today is very serious - a person's life" the headmaster waves pointedly to Yunho. "Could have been put into danger here."
Yunho could not help but silently nod along.
Jaejoong glares at Yunho. Someone remind him why he ever had a crush on such a jerk in the first place?
"But," the headmaster suddenly proclaims.
"But, I haven't seen such amazing strength for a very long time, and hence, would like to make a proposition for you."
"Okay," he adds. "You don't really have a choice."
"So what's the proposition?" Jaejoong asks warily.
"You join the American Football Team and this incident will be considered to have never happened. Deal?"
Jaejoong blinks. Joining the American Football Team did not seem to be too intimidating or bad a deal. Besides, it was football - Jaejoong thinks of the incoming World Cup - how much could kicking a ball hurt?
Except for the fact that Jaejoong didn't realize he had mixed up Soccer with American Football, and that American Football involved more than just kicking an inflated ball across the field.
"Deal," Jaejoong confidently says.
"But, but!" Yunho splutters, flailing his arms wildly in objection.
"Do you have anything else you would like to add in, Jung Yunho?" the headmaster stares. "Or would you like to..." he trails off threateningly.
"No, not at all! Everything's perfectly fine! Eheh," Yunho laughs nervously.
"Great then," the headmaster beamed. "Then I hope you welcome Jaejoong into the team with open arms!"
"What?!" both of them simultaneously shouted.
The headmaster grins in reply, before shooing them off.
--
The next day, Jaejoong enters the school with a reluctant Changmin, greeted by burst of giggles from the girls and frightened stares from the guys.
Well, at least one thing was for sure, Changmin mentally notes.
No one dared to call Jaejoong weak anymore.
--
"Okay, settle down class," Mrs. Park briskly says.
"Today I'm going to split you up into groups of five - the school's trying a new kind of system. You guys are going to be in your groups of five for the rest of the year, and you'll have to work together to come up with various stuff for the projects we'll be assigning out frequently."
"And no," Mrs. Park raises a hand to stop the boy in front from opening his mouth. "I don't want any questions."
"So anyway, Group 1 will consist of Kim Jaejoong, Shim Changmin, Jung Yunho, Park Yoochun and Kim Junsu..."
"Holy shit," Yunho gulps.
Changmin sighs, yet another troublesome year was up ahead.
Yoochun and Junsu exchanged high-fives, giggling like some deranged five-year-old on sugar high.
Jaejoong breaks the table.
(Chapter 4)
--
A/N: Seriously. I'm amazed at the speed I'm writing at. Though better expect the next chapter to not come out so quickly. (Friday - Sunday) School's being gross and lumping lots of work on me ):
I hope you enjoyed this chapter (: Trying to go for some plot development here so it might not be that funny haha. Comments make my day (: <3