[fic] see you around. [chapter iv: what i'd give]
title see you around.
pairings jaesu/ximin/yunjae
rating pg to be safe..?
warnings my first chaptered fic?
genre er, not quite sure. general? drama?
length 1,465 words.
a/n a rather short chapter, not much happens but we do meet a new character :)
summary junsu made one mistake, three years ago - what will ensue when he finds jaejoong again? can the two forget their past and start over?
( prologue )
( chapter one )
( chapter two )
( chapter three )
chapter four
Around 11AM, Jaejoong finally gets up, fully sober and sans headache. He rubs his eyes as he heads down to the first floor of the house, his stomach growling in protest of the long stretch of time in which he hasn’t eaten anything.
“Changmin-ah. Changmin!” Jaejoong peeks around the corner of the dining room, then moves on to the kitchen, frowning when he can’t find the man. He sighs, rolling up the sleeves of his thin long-sleeved shirt and steps into the kitchen to fix something for himself. They’ll just have lunch really early today.
Soon he’s sitting down with a bowl of delicious smelling pork bone ramen, two other bowls waiting covered in the kitchen for Junsu and Changmin to come downstairs. He doesn’t have to wait long, as Changmin comes down to see why the promise of food is floating about the house, and goes to retrieve Junsu from his room.
Junsu’s staring out the window - it’s a bright, sunny morning; the dry leaves of autumn are scattered haphazardly around the street like God’s own piece of abstract art. Junsu sits in bed, leaning against the headboard and looking out the window. He hears Changmin knock lightly - time for lunch, Jaejoong’s made ramen.
He calls out absently, “Alright, Changmin.” The footsteps retreat slowly down the hallway.
Tilting his head to the side ever so slightly, Junsu watches a breeze spirit away the few remaining leaves on the tree, high into the air. Spiralling, spiralling upwards.
Which is opposite of how Junsu feels, because things with Jaejoong haven’t really been going all too well lately, what with him getting drunk on Junsu’s liquor last night.
Another knock sounds on the door - two raps, quick and impatient. The brown-haired man wonders how long he’s been sitting there; reluctantly he rises from the bed, one hand ruffling his hair while the other swings open the door. Changmin’s retreating back disappears around a corner to descend the spiral stairs; Junsu follows suit.
“Jaejoong? Ah, so you’re up and making lunch. Looks great.” Changmin doesn’t really bother to talk to Jaejoong before whisking himself into the kitchen to grab chopsticks and his (overly large) share of ramen.
Jaejoong’s at the table already, calmly eating his share. The sun streaming in from the window behind him dazzles on his golden hair, drawing Junsu’s attention. Jaejoong notices him staring; offers a tiny little smile and goes back to his food, bringing the chopsticks to his lips.
Junsu doesn’t bother smiling, or talking at all; still not decided on how to start his next conversation with Jaejoong after last night. They both sit down at the table, Changmin eating with great gusto while Junsu eats quietly, his eyes unwaveringly focused on the food. He searches his head for a possibly decent topic of conversation.
“Jaejoong, want to come play soccer with me in the park today?” Junsu’s voice is hopeful.
Jaejoong glances up with an amused light in his eyes. “Not today, Junsu. I’m meeting my lawyer for dinner.”
When Junsu asks if he can come along, Jaejoong says no, maybe next time when he gets the chance to mention bringing another person.
“Besides, we’re only going over the details from my father’s will.”
Junsu nods, quiet. But after a few seconds, “What do you do for a job, Jaejoong?”
“Oh, I don’t work - because of my condition with...with the flashbacks.” Jaejoong’s eyes tighten and become darker when he realizes who he’s talking to.
The conversation ends awkwardly as Junsu looks down, upset. Jaejoong eventually gets up to change, nodding quickly to Junsu. A little while later, around 5:30PM, the front door opens and closes and the house is empty. The rest of the day passes without incident, as Junsu curls up in bed with a book from Jaejoong’s library, and the hours soon fly past.
When he finishes the book, he puts it down and sinks into his thoughts, which lead his head to drop limply to his knees as he dozes off, waiting for Jaejoong’s return.
Meanwhile, Jaejoong, after stepping out the door in a light sweater with a mid-thigh length black coat and white scarf looped loosely around his neck, dark wash jeans and a pair of white shoes, climbs into his dark silver Audi TT convertible. The car purrs to life and rolls smoothly out of the circular driveway.
As he drives, Jaejoong’s head is rather muddled; still undecided about whether or not to shut Junsu out. Junsu’s speech the other day already had gotten through to him. Sort of, anyway. He pulls into the parking lot of some fancy restaurant that his lawyer had insisted on - he hoped the lighting wasn’t dim like some of the others. How was he supposed to read the documents then? He locks his car with a blip! and walks into the restaurant.
The female employee is very flustered when Jaejoong approaches her, leaning on the little wooden booth with his arms. However, he’s completely unaware of the effect he has on her, and the rest of the customers waiting for a table. Jaejoong’s a little annoyed because he isn’t quite sure why the woman has to stare at him quite so long before asking him if he has a reservation.
“Table reserved under Kim Jaejoong.”
The server smiles at him a little too sweetly before leading the way to his table, and he sits down in the comfortable seat to have a look at the menu before his lawyer arrives.
Slipped inside the leather folder containing the menu is a little piece of paper with a phone number on it. Jaejoong frowns lightly, staring at the little slip of paper before glancing up at the server. She winks at him. Jaejoong closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, before putting the paper back down on the table, face down. Impatiently, he looks at his watch. Three more minutes until his lawyer is late. Jaejoong does not like those that are not punctual.
Taking a wine glass lightly into his hand, Jaejoong tilts it upwards to reflect his face. He’s been pale lately, and the hair isn’t helping, but he hasn’t been too bothered about his looks anyway, so he never decided to dye it back. His eyes are cold and glassy, reflecting nothing of the emotions that are in turmoil inside of him. Jaejoong puts down the wine glass, disgusted.
At the same time, Jaejoong’s lawyer is driving to the restaurant, in a smart black suit. His slender fingers grip the steering wheel with ease, and he handles the car comfortably. He exudes success and confidence, and everywhere he goes, people turn to stare.
He’s spent - admittedly - a considerable time getting ready to meet Jaejoong, like he always has.
In the past, they’d been very, very close friends, until feelings that were more than friendship blossomed for the younger man, and he’d asked Jaejoong - Jaejoong, will you go out with me?
Things had become uncomfortable between them after that, but the two had managed to mend their relationship by agreeing to stay friends. The lawyer had eventually moved on, and he and Jaejoong were almost as close as before. He was the only one Jaejoong trusted to handle his affairs.
Getting back to today, though, the man had dressed carefully, putting on his best suit and fixing his hair just right; picked just one earring to dress himself down a little and finally gotten into the car, satisfied.
Now, as he approaches the waitress, he notices with a hint of smugness how she looks over him appreciatively. He casts his eyes over the crowd of people, searching for the platinum blond hair and smiles when he sets eyes on his friend.
“Thanks, I’ve got it from here. I can see my friend.”
“As you wish, sir; I’ll have an extra menu brought over.”
The man nods once and weaves through the tables to meet Jaejoong, turning heads and catching eyes of those he passes. He observes with concern that Jaejoong’s looking thinner, paler, and sickly. His eyebrows knit with worry; has he been eating right? Has something happened recently?
“Jaejoong, hey. Has something happened? You don’t look so good today - not meant like that - but...it’s just, you don’t look...yourself. Have you been eating right, getting enough sleep? All of that?”
Jaejoong looks up, stands, and smiles easily. The man has always worried too much, and although he appreciates the concern, sometimes it’s a little overbearing. He doesn’t mind so much today though, so he simply tilts his head to the side and laughs softly.
Shaking his head, he answers, “No, I’m fine, Yunho. It’s nice to see you again.”
Yunho sighs; Jaejoong is stubborn like that sometimes. “You too. Now, shall we get down to the matters at hand?”
( chapter five )
pairings jaesu/ximin/yunjae
rating pg to be safe..?
warnings my first chaptered fic?
genre er, not quite sure. general? drama?
length 1,465 words.
a/n a rather short chapter, not much happens but we do meet a new character :)
summary junsu made one mistake, three years ago - what will ensue when he finds jaejoong again? can the two forget their past and start over?
( prologue )
( chapter one )
( chapter two )
( chapter three )
chapter four
Around 11AM, Jaejoong finally gets up, fully sober and sans headache. He rubs his eyes as he heads down to the first floor of the house, his stomach growling in protest of the long stretch of time in which he hasn’t eaten anything.
“Changmin-ah. Changmin!” Jaejoong peeks around the corner of the dining room, then moves on to the kitchen, frowning when he can’t find the man. He sighs, rolling up the sleeves of his thin long-sleeved shirt and steps into the kitchen to fix something for himself. They’ll just have lunch really early today.
Soon he’s sitting down with a bowl of delicious smelling pork bone ramen, two other bowls waiting covered in the kitchen for Junsu and Changmin to come downstairs. He doesn’t have to wait long, as Changmin comes down to see why the promise of food is floating about the house, and goes to retrieve Junsu from his room.
Junsu’s staring out the window - it’s a bright, sunny morning; the dry leaves of autumn are scattered haphazardly around the street like God’s own piece of abstract art. Junsu sits in bed, leaning against the headboard and looking out the window. He hears Changmin knock lightly - time for lunch, Jaejoong’s made ramen.
He calls out absently, “Alright, Changmin.” The footsteps retreat slowly down the hallway.
Tilting his head to the side ever so slightly, Junsu watches a breeze spirit away the few remaining leaves on the tree, high into the air. Spiralling, spiralling upwards.
Which is opposite of how Junsu feels, because things with Jaejoong haven’t really been going all too well lately, what with him getting drunk on Junsu’s liquor last night.
Another knock sounds on the door - two raps, quick and impatient. The brown-haired man wonders how long he’s been sitting there; reluctantly he rises from the bed, one hand ruffling his hair while the other swings open the door. Changmin’s retreating back disappears around a corner to descend the spiral stairs; Junsu follows suit.
“Jaejoong? Ah, so you’re up and making lunch. Looks great.” Changmin doesn’t really bother to talk to Jaejoong before whisking himself into the kitchen to grab chopsticks and his (overly large) share of ramen.
Jaejoong’s at the table already, calmly eating his share. The sun streaming in from the window behind him dazzles on his golden hair, drawing Junsu’s attention. Jaejoong notices him staring; offers a tiny little smile and goes back to his food, bringing the chopsticks to his lips.
Junsu doesn’t bother smiling, or talking at all; still not decided on how to start his next conversation with Jaejoong after last night. They both sit down at the table, Changmin eating with great gusto while Junsu eats quietly, his eyes unwaveringly focused on the food. He searches his head for a possibly decent topic of conversation.
“Jaejoong, want to come play soccer with me in the park today?” Junsu’s voice is hopeful.
Jaejoong glances up with an amused light in his eyes. “Not today, Junsu. I’m meeting my lawyer for dinner.”
When Junsu asks if he can come along, Jaejoong says no, maybe next time when he gets the chance to mention bringing another person.
“Besides, we’re only going over the details from my father’s will.”
Junsu nods, quiet. But after a few seconds, “What do you do for a job, Jaejoong?”
“Oh, I don’t work - because of my condition with...with the flashbacks.” Jaejoong’s eyes tighten and become darker when he realizes who he’s talking to.
The conversation ends awkwardly as Junsu looks down, upset. Jaejoong eventually gets up to change, nodding quickly to Junsu. A little while later, around 5:30PM, the front door opens and closes and the house is empty. The rest of the day passes without incident, as Junsu curls up in bed with a book from Jaejoong’s library, and the hours soon fly past.
When he finishes the book, he puts it down and sinks into his thoughts, which lead his head to drop limply to his knees as he dozes off, waiting for Jaejoong’s return.
Meanwhile, Jaejoong, after stepping out the door in a light sweater with a mid-thigh length black coat and white scarf looped loosely around his neck, dark wash jeans and a pair of white shoes, climbs into his dark silver Audi TT convertible. The car purrs to life and rolls smoothly out of the circular driveway.
As he drives, Jaejoong’s head is rather muddled; still undecided about whether or not to shut Junsu out. Junsu’s speech the other day already had gotten through to him. Sort of, anyway. He pulls into the parking lot of some fancy restaurant that his lawyer had insisted on - he hoped the lighting wasn’t dim like some of the others. How was he supposed to read the documents then? He locks his car with a blip! and walks into the restaurant.
The female employee is very flustered when Jaejoong approaches her, leaning on the little wooden booth with his arms. However, he’s completely unaware of the effect he has on her, and the rest of the customers waiting for a table. Jaejoong’s a little annoyed because he isn’t quite sure why the woman has to stare at him quite so long before asking him if he has a reservation.
“Table reserved under Kim Jaejoong.”
The server smiles at him a little too sweetly before leading the way to his table, and he sits down in the comfortable seat to have a look at the menu before his lawyer arrives.
Slipped inside the leather folder containing the menu is a little piece of paper with a phone number on it. Jaejoong frowns lightly, staring at the little slip of paper before glancing up at the server. She winks at him. Jaejoong closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, before putting the paper back down on the table, face down. Impatiently, he looks at his watch. Three more minutes until his lawyer is late. Jaejoong does not like those that are not punctual.
Taking a wine glass lightly into his hand, Jaejoong tilts it upwards to reflect his face. He’s been pale lately, and the hair isn’t helping, but he hasn’t been too bothered about his looks anyway, so he never decided to dye it back. His eyes are cold and glassy, reflecting nothing of the emotions that are in turmoil inside of him. Jaejoong puts down the wine glass, disgusted.
At the same time, Jaejoong’s lawyer is driving to the restaurant, in a smart black suit. His slender fingers grip the steering wheel with ease, and he handles the car comfortably. He exudes success and confidence, and everywhere he goes, people turn to stare.
He’s spent - admittedly - a considerable time getting ready to meet Jaejoong, like he always has.
In the past, they’d been very, very close friends, until feelings that were more than friendship blossomed for the younger man, and he’d asked Jaejoong - Jaejoong, will you go out with me?
Things had become uncomfortable between them after that, but the two had managed to mend their relationship by agreeing to stay friends. The lawyer had eventually moved on, and he and Jaejoong were almost as close as before. He was the only one Jaejoong trusted to handle his affairs.
Getting back to today, though, the man had dressed carefully, putting on his best suit and fixing his hair just right; picked just one earring to dress himself down a little and finally gotten into the car, satisfied.
Now, as he approaches the waitress, he notices with a hint of smugness how she looks over him appreciatively. He casts his eyes over the crowd of people, searching for the platinum blond hair and smiles when he sets eyes on his friend.
“Thanks, I’ve got it from here. I can see my friend.”
“As you wish, sir; I’ll have an extra menu brought over.”
The man nods once and weaves through the tables to meet Jaejoong, turning heads and catching eyes of those he passes. He observes with concern that Jaejoong’s looking thinner, paler, and sickly. His eyebrows knit with worry; has he been eating right? Has something happened recently?
“Jaejoong, hey. Has something happened? You don’t look so good today - not meant like that - but...it’s just, you don’t look...yourself. Have you been eating right, getting enough sleep? All of that?”
Jaejoong looks up, stands, and smiles easily. The man has always worried too much, and although he appreciates the concern, sometimes it’s a little overbearing. He doesn’t mind so much today though, so he simply tilts his head to the side and laughs softly.
Shaking his head, he answers, “No, I’m fine, Yunho. It’s nice to see you again.”
Yunho sighs; Jaejoong is stubborn like that sometimes. “You too. Now, shall we get down to the matters at hand?”
( chapter five )