[Fan-fic] Math and Music Start with the Letter M [one-shot]
3 / Well, I think I have effectively proven them wrong now. Not everything is mathematical, or contains any logical sense for that matter because he as sure as 2 plus 2 is 4 wasn’t in any logical way logical.
4 * For example, you could build the world’s most complicated computer, set it to working for an entire life time and it still wouldn’t find the pattern in Jaejoong’s mood swings. One day he’s happy as a five year old with ice cream (or more accurately a childish 22-year-old with ice cream), then the next day he’s angry enough to send anything within a five meter radius through a window if he could just pick it up. I watch him sitting on the couch fuming and wonder what it is this time. Is he frustrated because of one of the dance moves again? I walk over, sit next to him and hope that I don’t regret this.
“What’s up Jae?”
“Can’t hit stupid note, too high… I don’t freaking get why they make me sing this high, no guy should sing at that kind of an octave.”
I sigh, so it’s the high range again. I put an arm around his shoulders, start one of the singing exercises I do to help me high notes and waiting for him to match my frequency.
5 + Here’s another couple of things math can’t explain. The feeling that rises in my gut, the butterflies, the way my heart squeezes every time hugs me for no apparent reason. There’s no logic behind it, it just happens, doesn’t matter whether I want to or not. It took me 6 mounts 21 days 17 hours and 5 minutes to figure out why too. But now that I finally have I’m afraid of what should come next.
6 - I sigh and wish there was a formula for confessions. How am I supposed to do this? What do I say? Should I act cool or stupid? I don’t get this … My shoes are quite boring to stare at too, but its either that or his face and I can’t bear the later.
“Jae, I have something to say… umm… uhh…”
I give up and look up to see him smirking.
“You’re taking too long Changmin, pabo,” he whispers, hits me over then head then closes the space between us.
7 = That’s how it came to be that 1 plus 1 equaled 1, while 2 minus 1 equaled 0.
A/N: okay so i was bored and had a point to make, and my block seems to be fading just a bit. i also kind of wanted to write something out side of the 2 chaptered/series stories I have going on so ya. i hope i didn't bore you with too much of my nerdy, mathy weirdness thank you for reading hope you like it ^.^
4 * For example, you could build the world’s most complicated computer, set it to working for an entire life time and it still wouldn’t find the pattern in Jaejoong’s mood swings. One day he’s happy as a five year old with ice cream (or more accurately a childish 22-year-old with ice cream), then the next day he’s angry enough to send anything within a five meter radius through a window if he could just pick it up. I watch him sitting on the couch fuming and wonder what it is this time. Is he frustrated because of one of the dance moves again? I walk over, sit next to him and hope that I don’t regret this.
“What’s up Jae?”
“Can’t hit stupid note, too high… I don’t freaking get why they make me sing this high, no guy should sing at that kind of an octave.”
I sigh, so it’s the high range again. I put an arm around his shoulders, start one of the singing exercises I do to help me high notes and waiting for him to match my frequency.
5 + Here’s another couple of things math can’t explain. The feeling that rises in my gut, the butterflies, the way my heart squeezes every time hugs me for no apparent reason. There’s no logic behind it, it just happens, doesn’t matter whether I want to or not. It took me 6 mounts 21 days 17 hours and 5 minutes to figure out why too. But now that I finally have I’m afraid of what should come next.
6 - I sigh and wish there was a formula for confessions. How am I supposed to do this? What do I say? Should I act cool or stupid? I don’t get this … My shoes are quite boring to stare at too, but its either that or his face and I can’t bear the later.
“Jae, I have something to say… umm… uhh…”
I give up and look up to see him smirking.
“You’re taking too long Changmin, pabo,” he whispers, hits me over then head then closes the space between us.
7 = That’s how it came to be that 1 plus 1 equaled 1, while 2 minus 1 equaled 0.
A/N: okay so i was bored and had a point to make, and my block seems to be fading just a bit. i also kind of wanted to write something out side of the 2 chaptered/series stories I have going on so ya. i hope i didn't bore you with too much of my nerdy, mathy weirdness thank you for reading hope you like it ^.^