[fanfic] When we were children (JaeMin "Unseen Beauty" verse - Part 2)
Title: When we were children (JaeMin "Unseen Beauty" verse - Part 2)
Pairing: JaeMin
Genre: AU. fluff. sad.
Rating: PG
Words: 878
Warning: none
Summary: When they first met, Changmin was dazzled by his smile.
Thanks to: my beta engbreakfast
Disclaimer: Don't own DBSK.
A/N:
The second part of this verse.
So I decided to write pieces of their story in one-shots.
My beta suggested that this might be a bit.. boring?! haha, kinda in that meaning that here is no real content or information, action and so on. I can't really explain it, but I want that the one-shots can be read on their own, so that I don't hint at something that could come but don't write.
But I want to write pieces and little parts of their story, not in order and then you have to/can put the pieces together in the end ^-^
I just thought of that kind of writing/story style and I hope someone will like it~ ^^
other parts: Really a stranger?! . When we were children . The first school day . I have found you . The Heartbreak . One Morning
Please enjoy and leave a comment? ^^
~
Their parents are talking in the backyard they shared.
Changmin watches the little boy, who should be around his age and yet he seems to be older.
He is playing in a sandbox behind the adults and forming with the sand a really ugly something.
Changmin is not the kind of kid who would go and insult someone just because he builds ugly sand figures, but nevertheless he feels kind of disgusted.
He lets his gaze wander over the older boy before it reaches his face and he pauses for a moment, a bit shocked from the bright and beautiful smile.
When his mother comes to him, his eyes still linger on the already almost feminine shaped face and the sparkle in the light blue eyes. The smile is still there and sometimes even a chuckle escapes his lips, although never audible, but Changmin can imagine it when he looks at it.
“Changmin, why don’t you go over and greet our new neighbours and their son? I’m sure you will get along with him very well.”
Changmin nods and already wants to run off, when he notices his mother’s hand on his shoulder and he looks up into the caring eyes.
“But be careful, he can’t speak and is blind. Don’t scare him.”
The words make him pause and he stares a moment at the stranger and his parents who are now with him and who caresses his hair and face.
He stands and stares and just notices it when his parents call for him.
“You can go and play tomorrow with him, he seems to be tired.”
Changmin just thinks that, no, he isn’t tired, he doesn’t seem to be, but he doesn’t say anything and just nods, and follows them inside.
The next day he spots the boy in front of his house playing with a ball. They lived in the quiet part of the town, the part where it was safe with low crime rates and nothing to worry about.
Changmin can hear the other boy’s mother calling for him.
“Jaejoong! I told you to not go outside without me or your daddy. Please wait for me.”
She sounds worried and Changmin looks at Jaejoong’s face, seeing the smile fading away a bit and it almost hurts himself.
Changmin makes himself more comfortable on his place on the window sill in the kitchen and continues to follow Jaejoong’s movements and looks especially at his face.
His eyes still have this bright undeniable unnatural blue tone, but now he knows what it means and he wonders how it is to live in a world where colours and shapes don’t exist. He can’t really imagine it.
He is amazed how agile and confident the little boy runs around the house and plays with the ball. Although his mother is always just a few steps away, he doesn’t seem to need her help.
Changmin remains the whole time while Jaejoong is playing outside on his place and watches him with big eyes and a little smile. He begins to like him and decides to go to him the next day and play together.
In the evening when Changmin talks about the neighbour’s son he suddenly stops in the middle of a sentence and stares thoughtfully on his plate with the dinner.
“What is the matter, darling?”
His mother smiles at him and Changmin swallows once before he shares his thoughts with his parents.
“It’s just… I suddenly thought of Jaejoong and how he can never really tell anyone how he is feeling. I mean, he can’t speak and communicate. How would he be able to talk with someone and share his feelings and thoughts? Doesn’t this make you lonely? And yet he is smiling so brightly and doesn’t seem to be sad. I don’t understand him.”
The little boy stares at his plate and suddenly doesn’t feel hungry at all anymore.
His father smiles and sits down next to him, making him look up.
“It’s not that he can’t communicate with others, Changmin. He just doesn’t use his voice. There is a language for people who can’t use their voice. They talk with their hands.”
Changmin’s eyes become big and he suddenly smiles and claps with his hands.
“Then I want to learn that language to understand what he is saying. And I still can talk, he just doesn’t see it right? So we can communicate like that.”
He gets all excited and jumps down from his chair to run to his mother and hug her.
“Can I learn that language too? Please teach me. I want to play and talk with Jaejoong.”
His mother laughs a bit and ruffles his hair, then she waits until he has calmed down and explains to him that it isn’t that easy to learn it.
“But I want to. Please.”
He almost whines and grabs his mother’s shirt to convince her to let him learn it.
His father strokes his hair and says that they will see what they can do.
“You should go to bed now. Then you can go next door and meet Jaejoong tomorrow earlier.”
Changmin nods, still excited and runs off to bed, happy that he will be able to play and talk with the other boy.
Pairing: JaeMin
Genre: AU. fluff. sad.
Rating: PG
Words: 878
Warning: none
Summary: When they first met, Changmin was dazzled by his smile.
Thanks to: my beta engbreakfast
Disclaimer: Don't own DBSK.
A/N:
The second part of this verse.
So I decided to write pieces of their story in one-shots.
My beta suggested that this might be a bit.. boring?! haha, kinda in that meaning that here is no real content or information, action and so on. I can't really explain it, but I want that the one-shots can be read on their own, so that I don't hint at something that could come but don't write.
But I want to write pieces and little parts of their story, not in order and then you have to/can put the pieces together in the end ^-^
I just thought of that kind of writing/story style and I hope someone will like it~ ^^
other parts: Really a stranger?! . When we were children . The first school day . I have found you . The Heartbreak . One Morning
Please enjoy and leave a comment? ^^
~
Their parents are talking in the backyard they shared.
Changmin watches the little boy, who should be around his age and yet he seems to be older.
He is playing in a sandbox behind the adults and forming with the sand a really ugly something.
Changmin is not the kind of kid who would go and insult someone just because he builds ugly sand figures, but nevertheless he feels kind of disgusted.
He lets his gaze wander over the older boy before it reaches his face and he pauses for a moment, a bit shocked from the bright and beautiful smile.
When his mother comes to him, his eyes still linger on the already almost feminine shaped face and the sparkle in the light blue eyes. The smile is still there and sometimes even a chuckle escapes his lips, although never audible, but Changmin can imagine it when he looks at it.
“Changmin, why don’t you go over and greet our new neighbours and their son? I’m sure you will get along with him very well.”
Changmin nods and already wants to run off, when he notices his mother’s hand on his shoulder and he looks up into the caring eyes.
“But be careful, he can’t speak and is blind. Don’t scare him.”
The words make him pause and he stares a moment at the stranger and his parents who are now with him and who caresses his hair and face.
He stands and stares and just notices it when his parents call for him.
“You can go and play tomorrow with him, he seems to be tired.”
Changmin just thinks that, no, he isn’t tired, he doesn’t seem to be, but he doesn’t say anything and just nods, and follows them inside.
The next day he spots the boy in front of his house playing with a ball. They lived in the quiet part of the town, the part where it was safe with low crime rates and nothing to worry about.
Changmin can hear the other boy’s mother calling for him.
“Jaejoong! I told you to not go outside without me or your daddy. Please wait for me.”
She sounds worried and Changmin looks at Jaejoong’s face, seeing the smile fading away a bit and it almost hurts himself.
Changmin makes himself more comfortable on his place on the window sill in the kitchen and continues to follow Jaejoong’s movements and looks especially at his face.
His eyes still have this bright undeniable unnatural blue tone, but now he knows what it means and he wonders how it is to live in a world where colours and shapes don’t exist. He can’t really imagine it.
He is amazed how agile and confident the little boy runs around the house and plays with the ball. Although his mother is always just a few steps away, he doesn’t seem to need her help.
Changmin remains the whole time while Jaejoong is playing outside on his place and watches him with big eyes and a little smile. He begins to like him and decides to go to him the next day and play together.
In the evening when Changmin talks about the neighbour’s son he suddenly stops in the middle of a sentence and stares thoughtfully on his plate with the dinner.
“What is the matter, darling?”
His mother smiles at him and Changmin swallows once before he shares his thoughts with his parents.
“It’s just… I suddenly thought of Jaejoong and how he can never really tell anyone how he is feeling. I mean, he can’t speak and communicate. How would he be able to talk with someone and share his feelings and thoughts? Doesn’t this make you lonely? And yet he is smiling so brightly and doesn’t seem to be sad. I don’t understand him.”
The little boy stares at his plate and suddenly doesn’t feel hungry at all anymore.
His father smiles and sits down next to him, making him look up.
“It’s not that he can’t communicate with others, Changmin. He just doesn’t use his voice. There is a language for people who can’t use their voice. They talk with their hands.”
Changmin’s eyes become big and he suddenly smiles and claps with his hands.
“Then I want to learn that language to understand what he is saying. And I still can talk, he just doesn’t see it right? So we can communicate like that.”
He gets all excited and jumps down from his chair to run to his mother and hug her.
“Can I learn that language too? Please teach me. I want to play and talk with Jaejoong.”
His mother laughs a bit and ruffles his hair, then she waits until he has calmed down and explains to him that it isn’t that easy to learn it.
“But I want to. Please.”
He almost whines and grabs his mother’s shirt to convince her to let him learn it.
His father strokes his hair and says that they will see what they can do.
“You should go to bed now. Then you can go next door and meet Jaejoong tomorrow earlier.”
Changmin nods, still excited and runs off to bed, happy that he will be able to play and talk with the other boy.