my quiet satellite (response to flashfic challenge 9: jamais su)
title: my quiet satellite
author: ianinna
characters: jaejoong/yunho (jaejoong/everyone)
word count: 892
concrit?: yes, please.
summary: Can I hold you close? / Until we're out of focus / And everything I know / I don't even notice / When it all falls through / I'm here and I hear you
author's notes: AU. rock band-ish. :D title and lyrics from vertical horizon's 'echo'. for shay and pach. who pushed and poked and beat me until i managed a semblance of a yunjae fic. ilu two.
He first saw Yunho’s face through a tarnished mirror at the back of the club. Yunho’s small smile was broken on the cracked glass surface, his reflection marred by the mirror’s numerous spots and scratches. Jaejoong spun around to meet Yesung’s new recruit. They needed a new bassist after Changmin decided to go college, and Sungmin could only come in as a sessionist, and his availability was seldom and far between.
“This the new guy?” He tipped his chin at Yunho when Yesung nodded.
“Jaejoong.”
“Yunho,” his smile was whole this time.
Jaejoong gave Yunho a quick once-over. “I hope you learn fast. You’ll play at the gig Tuesday night.”
“I got Donghae to play the set tonight,” Yesung told Yunho.
“You know Donghae?” Jaejoong looked at Yunho with newfound interest.
Yunho’s shoulder moved barely, a lazy, noncommittal shrug. “Best friends since grade school.”
“Really,” Jaejoong let the syllables roll off his tongue. “Stay around to watch tonight, then?”)
i.
Jaejoong woke up to the sound of Sooyoung’s laughter. Which only meant one thing.
“Yah, Yoochun!” Jaejoong yelled from the bedroom, his words bouncing on the walls thoughout the tiny apartment. “Stop flirting with my drummer!” He fished a shirt from the pile of clothes at the foot of his bed and put it on.
“Stay away from that guy, Sooyoungie,” Jaejoong said when he got to the living room. “Siwon would skin me alive for letting Park Yoochun corrupt his little sister.”
Sooyoung’s eyes widened at the mention of her brother. She inched away from Yoochun.
“Yoochun oppa said he needed to talk to you, so I let him in,” Sooyoung said. “Thanks for letting me crash here last night, Jaejoong oppa. See you during rehearsal.” Sooyoung put her shoes on and let herself out.
Yoochun gave Jaejoong a look.
“Shut up,” Jaejoong shoved a pack of cigarettes at Yoochun. “As if Siwon doesn’t scare you shitless.”
(The first band rehearsal Yunho attended happened to be on Yesung's birthday. So what was supposed to be five hours of fine-tuning vocals and practicing new arrangements ended up as a karaoke party, and a drinking contest between Yoochun and Sooyoung.
"You're not even part of the fucking band, Yoochun-ah," A very pink Yesung pointed out. "Why are you even at our rehearsal?"
"What rehearsal?" Yoochun gave the birthday boy a cheeky grin, gesturing at the people in various levels of intoxication.
In one corner of the room, Yunho sat, nursing his bottle of soju. Jaejoong thought he could read the wonder in Yunho's eyes as the new guy watched everyone in the room. Maybe Yunho marveled at how different all the band members were from each other: the quiet lead guitarist Seohyun, the quirky keyboardist Yesung, the bubbly drummer Sooyoung, the bright-eyed roadie Junsu and - Jaejoong. Jaejoong surmised that Yunho was wondering they fit, how they work, and how Jaejoong managed to keep everything together, this hodgepodge of musicians, this little family.
But Jaejoong also realized, looking down at himself - checking for damages possibly inflicted by a rather tipsy Changmin - that he was drunk beyond words, has hair plastered against his face, and is hanging onto Changmin like the younger man was a freaking life raft.
Maybe, Jaejoong thought. Maybe he should just stop wondering what the hell Yunho thought all together.)
ii.
"Get off me, I can't fucking breathe," Jaejoong thought of kicking Junsu, who was snoring against his stomach.
Junsu grunted, then obediently rolled off, pillowing his head on Yesung's leg. Jaejoong opened his eyes, clutching his head.
This was not his apartment. His apartment had clean walls and a good carpet: this one had ketchup-splattered and soju-stained surfaces, and the floor was sticky and seemingly pot-holed. Jaejoong feared walking around barefoot.
He walked over the party debris (party materials and attendees alike) - Yoochun curled on the couch with an empty bottle of sake in his arms, Changmin lying facedown by the fireplace, Donghae and Sungmin and Heechul tangled all over each other by the coffee table. Seohyun and Sooyoung was in Jaejoong's room (thank God Jaejoong had the presence of mind to secure the girls: oh what his mother would say if Jaejoong didn't take care of them). Yunho had bid them goodbye sometime during the night.
Jaejoong got dressed in the bathroom and went out to get breakfast.
A large sticky note was stuck on the refrigerator door: NO ONE EATS UNTIL MY HOUSE IS RESTORED TO ITS ORIGINAL STATE.
(Yunho's first gig with the band was at a place called Catastrophe. And with last night's events, the lack of practice and the excess of dull aches, Jaejoong allowed the thought that the set would end up like what the bar name prophesied. Seohyun was in a rather grumpy mood, Sooyoung lethargic, and Yesung was a no-show. Jaejoong's throat felt raw. Only Yunho seemed all right. Jaejoong got the beginnings of a panic attack - they couldn't play more than half of the set without keyboard accompaniment. Luckily, Yoochun knew all the songs, a fortunate side-effect from always hanging out with the band, and he was willing to help out.
And as it turned out, Yunho was good at improv, doing back-up vocals spot-on when he'd only heard the song once. Jaejoong caught Yunho's eye in the middle of the third song. The bassist smiled.
Everything was going to be all right.)
author: ianinna
characters: jaejoong/yunho (jaejoong/everyone)
word count: 892
concrit?: yes, please.
summary: Can I hold you close? / Until we're out of focus / And everything I know / I don't even notice / When it all falls through / I'm here and I hear you
author's notes: AU. rock band-ish. :D title and lyrics from vertical horizon's 'echo'. for shay and pach. who pushed and poked and beat me until i managed a semblance of a yunjae fic. ilu two.
He first saw Yunho’s face through a tarnished mirror at the back of the club. Yunho’s small smile was broken on the cracked glass surface, his reflection marred by the mirror’s numerous spots and scratches. Jaejoong spun around to meet Yesung’s new recruit. They needed a new bassist after Changmin decided to go college, and Sungmin could only come in as a sessionist, and his availability was seldom and far between.
“This the new guy?” He tipped his chin at Yunho when Yesung nodded.
“Jaejoong.”
“Yunho,” his smile was whole this time.
Jaejoong gave Yunho a quick once-over. “I hope you learn fast. You’ll play at the gig Tuesday night.”
“I got Donghae to play the set tonight,” Yesung told Yunho.
“You know Donghae?” Jaejoong looked at Yunho with newfound interest.
Yunho’s shoulder moved barely, a lazy, noncommittal shrug. “Best friends since grade school.”
“Really,” Jaejoong let the syllables roll off his tongue. “Stay around to watch tonight, then?”)
i.
Jaejoong woke up to the sound of Sooyoung’s laughter. Which only meant one thing.
“Yah, Yoochun!” Jaejoong yelled from the bedroom, his words bouncing on the walls thoughout the tiny apartment. “Stop flirting with my drummer!” He fished a shirt from the pile of clothes at the foot of his bed and put it on.
“Stay away from that guy, Sooyoungie,” Jaejoong said when he got to the living room. “Siwon would skin me alive for letting Park Yoochun corrupt his little sister.”
Sooyoung’s eyes widened at the mention of her brother. She inched away from Yoochun.
“Yoochun oppa said he needed to talk to you, so I let him in,” Sooyoung said. “Thanks for letting me crash here last night, Jaejoong oppa. See you during rehearsal.” Sooyoung put her shoes on and let herself out.
Yoochun gave Jaejoong a look.
“Shut up,” Jaejoong shoved a pack of cigarettes at Yoochun. “As if Siwon doesn’t scare you shitless.”
(The first band rehearsal Yunho attended happened to be on Yesung's birthday. So what was supposed to be five hours of fine-tuning vocals and practicing new arrangements ended up as a karaoke party, and a drinking contest between Yoochun and Sooyoung.
"You're not even part of the fucking band, Yoochun-ah," A very pink Yesung pointed out. "Why are you even at our rehearsal?"
"What rehearsal?" Yoochun gave the birthday boy a cheeky grin, gesturing at the people in various levels of intoxication.
In one corner of the room, Yunho sat, nursing his bottle of soju. Jaejoong thought he could read the wonder in Yunho's eyes as the new guy watched everyone in the room. Maybe Yunho marveled at how different all the band members were from each other: the quiet lead guitarist Seohyun, the quirky keyboardist Yesung, the bubbly drummer Sooyoung, the bright-eyed roadie Junsu and - Jaejoong. Jaejoong surmised that Yunho was wondering they fit, how they work, and how Jaejoong managed to keep everything together, this hodgepodge of musicians, this little family.
But Jaejoong also realized, looking down at himself - checking for damages possibly inflicted by a rather tipsy Changmin - that he was drunk beyond words, has hair plastered against his face, and is hanging onto Changmin like the younger man was a freaking life raft.
Maybe, Jaejoong thought. Maybe he should just stop wondering what the hell Yunho thought all together.)
ii.
"Get off me, I can't fucking breathe," Jaejoong thought of kicking Junsu, who was snoring against his stomach.
Junsu grunted, then obediently rolled off, pillowing his head on Yesung's leg. Jaejoong opened his eyes, clutching his head.
This was not his apartment. His apartment had clean walls and a good carpet: this one had ketchup-splattered and soju-stained surfaces, and the floor was sticky and seemingly pot-holed. Jaejoong feared walking around barefoot.
He walked over the party debris (party materials and attendees alike) - Yoochun curled on the couch with an empty bottle of sake in his arms, Changmin lying facedown by the fireplace, Donghae and Sungmin and Heechul tangled all over each other by the coffee table. Seohyun and Sooyoung was in Jaejoong's room (thank God Jaejoong had the presence of mind to secure the girls: oh what his mother would say if Jaejoong didn't take care of them). Yunho had bid them goodbye sometime during the night.
Jaejoong got dressed in the bathroom and went out to get breakfast.
A large sticky note was stuck on the refrigerator door: NO ONE EATS UNTIL MY HOUSE IS RESTORED TO ITS ORIGINAL STATE.
(Yunho's first gig with the band was at a place called Catastrophe. And with last night's events, the lack of practice and the excess of dull aches, Jaejoong allowed the thought that the set would end up like what the bar name prophesied. Seohyun was in a rather grumpy mood, Sooyoung lethargic, and Yesung was a no-show. Jaejoong's throat felt raw. Only Yunho seemed all right. Jaejoong got the beginnings of a panic attack - they couldn't play more than half of the set without keyboard accompaniment. Luckily, Yoochun knew all the songs, a fortunate side-effect from always hanging out with the band, and he was willing to help out.
And as it turned out, Yunho was good at improv, doing back-up vocals spot-on when he'd only heard the song once. Jaejoong caught Yunho's eye in the middle of the third song. The bassist smiled.
Everything was going to be all right.)