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This is insanity! No, this is... high school. (5/?)
Title: This is insanity! No, this is... high school. (5/?)
Pairing: Yunjae; possible Yoosu; OT5
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Over-exaggerated situations
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)
--
"Huddle!" the coach yells, sending fountains of spit stremaing on the floor. Jaejoong fought back a grimace. Now he knew why the grass on the field were so green and well-watered.
"So," Jaejoong follows the trail of spit down to the soil. "All of you know that our match with Coagulation High is up next week."
"I'll split you up into two teams," the coach continued. "And I want a clean and fair practice match, okay? Since we have so many players, this'll decide who gets to play in the game."
Faint murmurs were heard in the background. Siwon immediately glared at Jaejoong.
Finally, he thought, it was his chance.
Jaejoong grinned when he found himself in Yunho's team. No matter how much a jerk Yunho could be sometimes, he had some nice moments too, apart from the fact that he found Yunho to be absolutely amazing and dazzling but-
Jaejoong blinked. He was distracted again. This happened to him too many times recently. It must be Yoochun's fault.
--
Somewhere near the soccer fields, Yoochun sneezed.
"Oh no!" Junsu squeaked anxiously. "Please don't tell me you're sick! Who's going to feed the rabbits with me if you're sick?"
Yoochun suppressed a frown. So rabbits were apparently more important than his well-being.
"Nah," Yoochun shrugs. "It looks like-"
"Purple line!" Junsu said excitedly.
Yoochun raised an eyebrow.
"Eheh," Junsu gives a sheepish grin. "I didn't mean to cut in but oh my god sun have you listened to that song? It's brilliant and amazing and even better than rabbits - okay maybe not but-"
Junsu babbled on. Yoochun stares.
"-I mean it's really really good, don't you think so? Especially the rap. I love the rap." Junsu squealed excitedly.
Yoochun continues to stare.
"And really their new single is so amazing I love the entire concept!" Junsu clapped fervently. "Oh wait-" He notices Yoochun's blank stare.
"I'm sorry," he says timidly, finally realizing that Yoochun had no interest and was probably tired in listening to his babbling. He lets his arms sag and very nearly turned to walk away when-
"Oh!" Yoochun exclaims, before hurriedly clearing his throat.
"Gotta introduce myself!" Yoochun says solemnly.
Junsu gapes in disbelief. Sometimes he wondered if Yoochun was really the same Park Yoochun that never failed to score A's for his subjects - he could be so slow.
Junsu shakes his head and promptly walks away, leaving Yoochun behind wondering what on earth did he do wrong.
"Hey!" Yoochun yells. "Did I mess up a part or what? I swear the lines in the MV were yellow and not purple but- hey wait for me!"
Junsu giggles and breaks out into a run.
Yoochun struggles to catch up; wailing helplessly at Junsu.
--
Jaejoong honestly did not know what he was doing in the middle of the field.
After much pushing and shoving and some technical jargon Yunho had rambled, Jaejoong found himself crouching behind a line of overly built students he never knew existed. Wasn't this supposed to be football? What happened to the rounded soccer ball?
"Hey..." Jaejoong asked slowly as Yunho got into position. "Where's the ball?"
Yunho stares at him as if he was talking to a person completely deprived of any life.
Jaejoong shrugs helplessly.
Yunho points to the almond-shaped ball Jaejoong saw the coach holding moments ago; his eyes widened.
"Fuck," Jaejoong cursed under his breath. This was apparently not the sport he had thought he had gotten himself in.
Too late for regrets now anyway, Jaejoong sighs.
Yunho stood beside him, eyes completely focused on the field ahead. Jaejoong shivered. Somehow, he felt completely out of place.
"What am I supposed to do," Jaejoong whispers frantically to Yunho.
Yunho, frazzled, was about to lecture about having utmost concentration during a game and keeping your mind focused on the game when he realized a very, very worrying fact.
"You don't know the rules," Yunho says matter-of-factly.
"Brilliant deduction," Jaejoong rolls his eyes.
"Shit," Yunho cursed. The last thing he needed was a stumbling player that tripped over air, albeit the fact that the particular player could be rather adorable at times but-
"Okay," Yunho unconsciously raises his voice, only noticing when his team mates were giving him weird stares.
"I mean," Yunho's voice drops a notch. "Okay. Just go out there and tackle anyone that's holding a ball."
Jaejoong nods. He could do that.
Yunho grins.
--
Changmin strolls tiredly back home, nursing a terrible headache.
It's all Jaejoong's fault, Changmin thought. And that idiot as well.
Then again, he reconsiders. They're idiots. Both of them.
Changmin resisted the urge to throw something at Yunho and Jaejoong's utterly annoying relationship. Honestly, why did he had to be caught up in it? And why did he even care?
"How was school today Minnie?" Changmin hears his mother's voice floating down from the hallways.
"Terrible," Changmin says dryly. "I have idiots as friends."
"Well-" Changmin's mother paused. "Not everyone is as smart as you, Minnie-ah. Maybe you could tutor them?"
Changmin was sorely tempted to facepalm, he sighed exasperately - he didn't meant it in that kind of fashion.
"Whatever," Changmin says instead. "I'm heading to Jae's house later, I'm going to help him unpack."
"Oh! Jaejoong!" Changmin's mother said excitedly. "Maybe I should go too! It's been ages since I saw his mother!"
"No."
"But!"
"No, mom. Please. Just, no."
Changmin's mother huffs.
No supper for him tonight, she chuckles evilly.
Changmin unconsciously shivers.
--
"Hut!" Jaejoong hears a shout, and the game starts.
His eyes frantically scanned around the incoming slaught of too intimidating players that felt as if they yearned to crash into him any moment.
"Tackle the one with the ball, tackle the one with the ball," Jaejoong chanted, legs skirting across the fresh grass as he dashed around the field.
"Tackle the one with the-" Jaejoong's eyes widened - the one with the ball! He sprints ahead and with a huge shove, slams against the player clutching the ball until the ball fumbles and tumbles outside the boundaries.
A sharp crack was heard, then complete and utter silence.
"I must have done something wrong again," Jaejoong inwardly groans.
"You idiot," Siwon snarls in satisfaction. "You just tackled your own teammate."
"Oh," Jaejoong thought. Oh.
Yunho sighs and shakes his head, trudging towards the coach.
The only thing Jaejoong managed to catch were "he's useless", few disappointed shakes of Yunho's head and a "-seems like we can't use him yet," before Jaejoong's mind shuts down and completely stops trying.
"It's useless anyway," he thinks detachedly - Yunho's disappointed eyes constantly plaguing his mind.
--
That night, Changmin sits on a table staring at the various posters Jaejoong had on his wall, idly waiting for Jaejoong to return home. Moments later, he spots Jaejoong storming into his room before slamming his door.
Before Changmin could speak, Jaejoong buries himself in Changmin's shoulder, letting his façade break and his tears stream down.
"Please Minnie," Jaejoong sobbed. "Make it better."
And all Changmin could do was watch helplessly at his hyung's rare crack of his otherwise perfect mask of emotions, hands stroking comfortingly on his hair with the other pulling Jaejoong into a tight embrace.
Changmin's eyes narrowed. Jaejoong was rarely like this, and the only reason - he thought - that could put Jaejoong into such a state, must come by a person called Jung Yunho.
And Changmin decides - in between Jaejoong's whispers of I've tried, I really did - that no matter who was at fault, he was going to have a very pleasant chat with Jung Yunho.
--
Changmin leaves his house early the next morning, careful not to wake Jaejoong, whos streaks of tears glimmer sorrowfully in dawn's light.
He reaches school in record time, and promptly drags Yunho to a secluded area before pinning him against the wall.
"What," Changmin hissed. "Did you say to my hyung yesterday?"
Yunho's eyes widened in shock. What on earth did he do to Jaejoong now?
"I-I don't know," Yunho whispers, wincing at the pain as Changmin slammed him against the wall another time at his response.
Changmin glares.
"Jaejoong has faced much bullshit in his life because of his looks, and because of that, he rarely shows his vulnerable side," Changmin spits at Yunho.
"But whatever you-" he jabs. "-did yesterday, affected him very, very badly."
After heaving in anger, Changmin finally releases his grip on the very much frightened and panic-striken Yunho.
"So please," Changmin's voice breaks. "Fix it."
And he stalks off, leaving Yunho to collect his uncertainties and worries for a particular Kim Jaejoong.
--
"I know now!" Yoochun exclaims proudly when he sees Junsu and Changmin settled down in class.
Junsu raises an eyebrow.
"Really wanna touch myself, kiseki wo negatte itte mo" Yoochun sings dramatically.
Junsu sighs.
Changmin facepalms.
--
(Chapter 6)
A/N: duh-duh-duh-duhnnnn the plot thickens! Okay not really but seriously haha. Sorry for any grammatical errors but as usual, churning this out way after my bed time. Comments do make my day and serve as a brilliant form of motivation <3 Love you all who are still sticking with me thus far!
Pairing: Yunjae; possible Yoosu; OT5
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Over-exaggerated situations
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)
--
"Huddle!" the coach yells, sending fountains of spit stremaing on the floor. Jaejoong fought back a grimace. Now he knew why the grass on the field were so green and well-watered.
"So," Jaejoong follows the trail of spit down to the soil. "All of you know that our match with Coagulation High is up next week."
"I'll split you up into two teams," the coach continued. "And I want a clean and fair practice match, okay? Since we have so many players, this'll decide who gets to play in the game."
Faint murmurs were heard in the background. Siwon immediately glared at Jaejoong.
Finally, he thought, it was his chance.
Jaejoong grinned when he found himself in Yunho's team. No matter how much a jerk Yunho could be sometimes, he had some nice moments too, apart from the fact that he found Yunho to be absolutely amazing and dazzling but-
Jaejoong blinked. He was distracted again. This happened to him too many times recently. It must be Yoochun's fault.
--
Somewhere near the soccer fields, Yoochun sneezed.
"Oh no!" Junsu squeaked anxiously. "Please don't tell me you're sick! Who's going to feed the rabbits with me if you're sick?"
Yoochun suppressed a frown. So rabbits were apparently more important than his well-being.
"Nah," Yoochun shrugs. "It looks like-"
"Purple line!" Junsu said excitedly.
Yoochun raised an eyebrow.
"Eheh," Junsu gives a sheepish grin. "I didn't mean to cut in but oh my god sun have you listened to that song? It's brilliant and amazing and even better than rabbits - okay maybe not but-"
Junsu babbled on. Yoochun stares.
"-I mean it's really really good, don't you think so? Especially the rap. I love the rap." Junsu squealed excitedly.
Yoochun continues to stare.
"And really their new single is so amazing I love the entire concept!" Junsu clapped fervently. "Oh wait-" He notices Yoochun's blank stare.
"I'm sorry," he says timidly, finally realizing that Yoochun had no interest and was probably tired in listening to his babbling. He lets his arms sag and very nearly turned to walk away when-
"Oh!" Yoochun exclaims, before hurriedly clearing his throat.
"Gotta introduce myself!" Yoochun says solemnly.
Junsu gapes in disbelief. Sometimes he wondered if Yoochun was really the same Park Yoochun that never failed to score A's for his subjects - he could be so slow.
Junsu shakes his head and promptly walks away, leaving Yoochun behind wondering what on earth did he do wrong.
"Hey!" Yoochun yells. "Did I mess up a part or what? I swear the lines in the MV were yellow and not purple but- hey wait for me!"
Junsu giggles and breaks out into a run.
Yoochun struggles to catch up; wailing helplessly at Junsu.
--
Jaejoong honestly did not know what he was doing in the middle of the field.
After much pushing and shoving and some technical jargon Yunho had rambled, Jaejoong found himself crouching behind a line of overly built students he never knew existed. Wasn't this supposed to be football? What happened to the rounded soccer ball?
"Hey..." Jaejoong asked slowly as Yunho got into position. "Where's the ball?"
Yunho stares at him as if he was talking to a person completely deprived of any life.
Jaejoong shrugs helplessly.
Yunho points to the almond-shaped ball Jaejoong saw the coach holding moments ago; his eyes widened.
"Fuck," Jaejoong cursed under his breath. This was apparently not the sport he had thought he had gotten himself in.
Too late for regrets now anyway, Jaejoong sighs.
Yunho stood beside him, eyes completely focused on the field ahead. Jaejoong shivered. Somehow, he felt completely out of place.
"What am I supposed to do," Jaejoong whispers frantically to Yunho.
Yunho, frazzled, was about to lecture about having utmost concentration during a game and keeping your mind focused on the game when he realized a very, very worrying fact.
"You don't know the rules," Yunho says matter-of-factly.
"Brilliant deduction," Jaejoong rolls his eyes.
"Shit," Yunho cursed. The last thing he needed was a stumbling player that tripped over air, albeit the fact that the particular player could be rather adorable at times but-
"Okay," Yunho unconsciously raises his voice, only noticing when his team mates were giving him weird stares.
"I mean," Yunho's voice drops a notch. "Okay. Just go out there and tackle anyone that's holding a ball."
Jaejoong nods. He could do that.
Yunho grins.
--
Changmin strolls tiredly back home, nursing a terrible headache.
It's all Jaejoong's fault, Changmin thought. And that idiot as well.
Then again, he reconsiders. They're idiots. Both of them.
Changmin resisted the urge to throw something at Yunho and Jaejoong's utterly annoying relationship. Honestly, why did he had to be caught up in it? And why did he even care?
"How was school today Minnie?" Changmin hears his mother's voice floating down from the hallways.
"Terrible," Changmin says dryly. "I have idiots as friends."
"Well-" Changmin's mother paused. "Not everyone is as smart as you, Minnie-ah. Maybe you could tutor them?"
Changmin was sorely tempted to facepalm, he sighed exasperately - he didn't meant it in that kind of fashion.
"Whatever," Changmin says instead. "I'm heading to Jae's house later, I'm going to help him unpack."
"Oh! Jaejoong!" Changmin's mother said excitedly. "Maybe I should go too! It's been ages since I saw his mother!"
"No."
"But!"
"No, mom. Please. Just, no."
Changmin's mother huffs.
No supper for him tonight, she chuckles evilly.
Changmin unconsciously shivers.
--
"Hut!" Jaejoong hears a shout, and the game starts.
His eyes frantically scanned around the incoming slaught of too intimidating players that felt as if they yearned to crash into him any moment.
"Tackle the one with the ball, tackle the one with the ball," Jaejoong chanted, legs skirting across the fresh grass as he dashed around the field.
"Tackle the one with the-" Jaejoong's eyes widened - the one with the ball! He sprints ahead and with a huge shove, slams against the player clutching the ball until the ball fumbles and tumbles outside the boundaries.
A sharp crack was heard, then complete and utter silence.
"I must have done something wrong again," Jaejoong inwardly groans.
"You idiot," Siwon snarls in satisfaction. "You just tackled your own teammate."
"Oh," Jaejoong thought. Oh.
Yunho sighs and shakes his head, trudging towards the coach.
The only thing Jaejoong managed to catch were "he's useless", few disappointed shakes of Yunho's head and a "-seems like we can't use him yet," before Jaejoong's mind shuts down and completely stops trying.
"It's useless anyway," he thinks detachedly - Yunho's disappointed eyes constantly plaguing his mind.
--
That night, Changmin sits on a table staring at the various posters Jaejoong had on his wall, idly waiting for Jaejoong to return home. Moments later, he spots Jaejoong storming into his room before slamming his door.
Before Changmin could speak, Jaejoong buries himself in Changmin's shoulder, letting his façade break and his tears stream down.
"Please Minnie," Jaejoong sobbed. "Make it better."
And all Changmin could do was watch helplessly at his hyung's rare crack of his otherwise perfect mask of emotions, hands stroking comfortingly on his hair with the other pulling Jaejoong into a tight embrace.
Changmin's eyes narrowed. Jaejoong was rarely like this, and the only reason - he thought - that could put Jaejoong into such a state, must come by a person called Jung Yunho.
And Changmin decides - in between Jaejoong's whispers of I've tried, I really did - that no matter who was at fault, he was going to have a very pleasant chat with Jung Yunho.
--
Changmin leaves his house early the next morning, careful not to wake Jaejoong, whos streaks of tears glimmer sorrowfully in dawn's light.
He reaches school in record time, and promptly drags Yunho to a secluded area before pinning him against the wall.
"What," Changmin hissed. "Did you say to my hyung yesterday?"
Yunho's eyes widened in shock. What on earth did he do to Jaejoong now?
"I-I don't know," Yunho whispers, wincing at the pain as Changmin slammed him against the wall another time at his response.
Changmin glares.
"Jaejoong has faced much bullshit in his life because of his looks, and because of that, he rarely shows his vulnerable side," Changmin spits at Yunho.
"But whatever you-" he jabs. "-did yesterday, affected him very, very badly."
After heaving in anger, Changmin finally releases his grip on the very much frightened and panic-striken Yunho.
"So please," Changmin's voice breaks. "Fix it."
And he stalks off, leaving Yunho to collect his uncertainties and worries for a particular Kim Jaejoong.
--
"I know now!" Yoochun exclaims proudly when he sees Junsu and Changmin settled down in class.
Junsu raises an eyebrow.
"Really wanna touch myself, kiseki wo negatte itte mo" Yoochun sings dramatically.
Junsu sighs.
Changmin facepalms.
--
(Chapter 6)
A/N: duh-duh-duh-duhnnnn the plot thickens! Okay not really but seriously haha. Sorry for any grammatical errors but as usual, churning this out way after my bed time. Comments do make my day and serve as a brilliant form of motivation <3 Love you all who are still sticking with me thus far!