Less than 3 [Chapter One]
Title: Less than 3 [1/?]
Author: florzhia
Pairing: Jason / Pilsuk
Rating: Who knows?
Genre: Fluffy, romantic, etc.
Disclaimer: JYP is my husband~ so i do OWN 2PM's bodies and souls =] and I also owns Dream High
Summary: Milky Couple
Jason can't remember how he got here in first place, maybe Jinguk talked about it or it was HyeMi? He can't recall, but one thing he was sure about; he likes it. Tumblr is a page where he can post, write or rage about anything he wants and no one will care or bother him. The first time he was using the site, he couldn't understand its function. He thought the "Chat" is was a real chat to talk to other people, but he guessed wrong. After months of use, he got 30 followers and some of them were girls from Kirin High School where he studies. Jason didn't care about followers until a few weeks ago, when he got his first anonymous.
Anonymous asked:
"You are a really good dancer <3"
After two minutes of staring the screen, Jason replied with "Thanks." The message was written in english which surprise him, no one around him knows enough english to write such a sentence like this one. He went to take a shower, the practice made him sweat a lot. When he came back, there was another message waiting to be answered.
Anonymous asked:
"Do you like the lollipops? <3"
Silence was fulfilling his room, he stopped his winamp from playing the next Ne-Yo's song as he felt the cold sweat of his forehead running over his face. That person knows about the lollipops he is getting every day, the ones that appear magically on the door of his personal locker. Jason laughed with nervous as he typed: "Yes, I like it. Are you the one who leaves them on my locker?".
The class was boring, he wanted to leave it when a girl starting to talk to him about their showcase. Jason wants to dance alone, nothing else but their teacher thinks differently and that's why he has to dance and sing with the girl who is sitting next to him as she tries to make conversation.
"Oppa, can you tell me something in english?" She asks using a high tone of voice which reminds him to a barking Chihuahua. "Oppa, please".
"No now" Jason gets up of his seat and walks away from the class when the bell rings. The girl, who name he always forgets, follows him but someone got her way. He turns around to see "Miss Sushi", the only one who sings well according to his ears, is lying on the floor with a painful look.
"God damn it! Are you blind? Look where are you going, fatty" The girl says as she walks away from them, Jason felt the anger running from his veins as he watches her back disappearing through the hall.
"S-sorry" He hears her soft voice apologizing, his hand takes hers to help her to get up. "T-thanks".
"Your welcome “English, he always speaks in english only when Miss Sushi is around. No one knows why, not even him but he likes to see her smile again. "She is the blind one".
"W-well".
"See you around, Miss sushi". The bell rings again, it's time for dance class. He waves at her as he goes to the class room.
He watches his own reflection following him in the mirror, dancing as it was his last and forgetting the sweat covering his face. He loves the sensation of freedom, he loves to feel the music growing inside of him and making him to move along with the rhythm. He felt someone watching him, his body stopped to see the teacher coming into the practice room. Jason felt the opportunity to talk about their showcase and ask to change partners or at least to act alone on stage.
The teacher is scolding him because he doesn't want to dance with Riah, the girl who he always forgets her name also the girl who doesn’t have manners and insulted Miss Sushi. Now he can’t forget her name since he hates her.
"Jason, you need this opportunity" Even if he knows it, he doesn't want to be a simple tool in the stage, to be used by some girl called Riah. "Don't be obstinate. You should be thankful of this opportunity. You can’t capture the public by your own.”
"I understand". Those were the only words that came from his mouth before he dances again. He run away from the practice room, as his hand hits the locker’s door, taking out his rage with it. His skin is burning but he can’t move thinking about how angry he was, the teacher scolded him and that girl called Riah being such a mean girl. He just can’t go home feeling like this.
“Miss Sushi?” Jason walks towards her with an idea hanging over his head, she turns around hiding something behind her back as she stares at him wondering what Jason wants from her is. “Are you free? “
Karaoke is the one of the places in the world where Jason can be himself, singing with all his voice doing the performance for one only spectator; Miss Sushi. They sing along, they laugh and dance like if they were best friends from many years. Being around her, reminds him of his real home in USA where he played with his friends. She brings the welcoming feeling wherever she goes and Jason likes it.
“I’m sorry” Pilsuk says getting her huge pink bag back over her shoulders. “I need to go”
“Where? I can walk with you” She bits her lips.
“You can’t! Sorry, I have to go”. Jason is alone in the room after Pilsuk left; alone without the happiness because she took it with her in her way out. Curiosity, something he feels more every single day. As he walks out of the room, he hears her voice hesitating and whining out loud.
“What I can do?! What should I do?” Pilsuk climbs the stairs as she climbs them down, she sits in one stair hitting the floor with her feet. “I can’t stay… They’re waiting for me! Practice! Practice!”
He smiles, no knowing or caring why he does. Pilsuk finally moves on as Jason follows her. He pays for the room they rented and walks slowly behind Pilsuk who goes to some place unknown to Jason. Like Alice going after the rabbit, Jason runs after her.
The music is coming from the door Pilsuk used to get in, Jason feels like a spy walking softly until he opens it to see what is going on in there. It takes seconds to get the picture, there was two teacher of Kirin High School tutoring three students and one of them was Pilsuk who tries to dance as the teacher says.
“This is where the real stuff is at” He whispers to himself, and he doesn’t question why the idea of becoming part of the practice doesn’t sound bad.
Author: florzhia
Pairing: Jason / Pilsuk
Rating: Who knows?
Genre: Fluffy, romantic, etc.
Disclaimer: JYP is my husband~ so i do OWN 2PM's bodies and souls =] and I also owns Dream High
Summary: Milky Couple
Jason can't remember how he got here in first place, maybe Jinguk talked about it or it was HyeMi? He can't recall, but one thing he was sure about; he likes it. Tumblr is a page where he can post, write or rage about anything he wants and no one will care or bother him. The first time he was using the site, he couldn't understand its function. He thought the "Chat" is was a real chat to talk to other people, but he guessed wrong. After months of use, he got 30 followers and some of them were girls from Kirin High School where he studies. Jason didn't care about followers until a few weeks ago, when he got his first anonymous.
Anonymous asked:
"You are a really good dancer <3"
After two minutes of staring the screen, Jason replied with "Thanks." The message was written in english which surprise him, no one around him knows enough english to write such a sentence like this one. He went to take a shower, the practice made him sweat a lot. When he came back, there was another message waiting to be answered.
Anonymous asked:
"Do you like the lollipops? <3"
Silence was fulfilling his room, he stopped his winamp from playing the next Ne-Yo's song as he felt the cold sweat of his forehead running over his face. That person knows about the lollipops he is getting every day, the ones that appear magically on the door of his personal locker. Jason laughed with nervous as he typed: "Yes, I like it. Are you the one who leaves them on my locker?".
The class was boring, he wanted to leave it when a girl starting to talk to him about their showcase. Jason wants to dance alone, nothing else but their teacher thinks differently and that's why he has to dance and sing with the girl who is sitting next to him as she tries to make conversation.
"Oppa, can you tell me something in english?" She asks using a high tone of voice which reminds him to a barking Chihuahua. "Oppa, please".
"No now" Jason gets up of his seat and walks away from the class when the bell rings. The girl, who name he always forgets, follows him but someone got her way. He turns around to see "Miss Sushi", the only one who sings well according to his ears, is lying on the floor with a painful look.
"God damn it! Are you blind? Look where are you going, fatty" The girl says as she walks away from them, Jason felt the anger running from his veins as he watches her back disappearing through the hall.
"S-sorry" He hears her soft voice apologizing, his hand takes hers to help her to get up. "T-thanks".
"Your welcome “English, he always speaks in english only when Miss Sushi is around. No one knows why, not even him but he likes to see her smile again. "She is the blind one".
"W-well".
"See you around, Miss sushi". The bell rings again, it's time for dance class. He waves at her as he goes to the class room.
He watches his own reflection following him in the mirror, dancing as it was his last and forgetting the sweat covering his face. He loves the sensation of freedom, he loves to feel the music growing inside of him and making him to move along with the rhythm. He felt someone watching him, his body stopped to see the teacher coming into the practice room. Jason felt the opportunity to talk about their showcase and ask to change partners or at least to act alone on stage.
The teacher is scolding him because he doesn't want to dance with Riah, the girl who he always forgets her name also the girl who doesn’t have manners and insulted Miss Sushi. Now he can’t forget her name since he hates her.
"Jason, you need this opportunity" Even if he knows it, he doesn't want to be a simple tool in the stage, to be used by some girl called Riah. "Don't be obstinate. You should be thankful of this opportunity. You can’t capture the public by your own.”
"I understand". Those were the only words that came from his mouth before he dances again. He run away from the practice room, as his hand hits the locker’s door, taking out his rage with it. His skin is burning but he can’t move thinking about how angry he was, the teacher scolded him and that girl called Riah being such a mean girl. He just can’t go home feeling like this.
“Miss Sushi?” Jason walks towards her with an idea hanging over his head, she turns around hiding something behind her back as she stares at him wondering what Jason wants from her is. “Are you free? “
Karaoke is the one of the places in the world where Jason can be himself, singing with all his voice doing the performance for one only spectator; Miss Sushi. They sing along, they laugh and dance like if they were best friends from many years. Being around her, reminds him of his real home in USA where he played with his friends. She brings the welcoming feeling wherever she goes and Jason likes it.
“I’m sorry” Pilsuk says getting her huge pink bag back over her shoulders. “I need to go”
“Where? I can walk with you” She bits her lips.
“You can’t! Sorry, I have to go”. Jason is alone in the room after Pilsuk left; alone without the happiness because she took it with her in her way out. Curiosity, something he feels more every single day. As he walks out of the room, he hears her voice hesitating and whining out loud.
“What I can do?! What should I do?” Pilsuk climbs the stairs as she climbs them down, she sits in one stair hitting the floor with her feet. “I can’t stay… They’re waiting for me! Practice! Practice!”
He smiles, no knowing or caring why he does. Pilsuk finally moves on as Jason follows her. He pays for the room they rented and walks slowly behind Pilsuk who goes to some place unknown to Jason. Like Alice going after the rabbit, Jason runs after her.
The music is coming from the door Pilsuk used to get in, Jason feels like a spy walking softly until he opens it to see what is going on in there. It takes seconds to get the picture, there was two teacher of Kirin High School tutoring three students and one of them was Pilsuk who tries to dance as the teacher says.
“This is where the real stuff is at” He whispers to himself, and he doesn’t question why the idea of becoming part of the practice doesn’t sound bad.