One Person ~ JaejinxWonbin.
Title: One person. (prologue - 1 of ?)
Rating: PG-13 so far.
Pairing(s): Jaejin/Won bin and Random Seven Eleven workers (loosely based on the actual guys who work at the Chongyangni station branch in appearance only.)
Written to: MC the Max - Returns.
Warnings: Slash (duh.) total AU where FT Island don't exist, religious themes.
Summary: Jaejin finds his religious faith challenged when he meets a delinquent with musical ambitions called Won Bin on the steps of Chongyangni station.
Notes: This was inspired by my visit to Seoul yesterday (I'm living in Jecheon a couple of hours away.) and visiting this very station where I sat outside the seven eleven and watched some teenagers singing about religion. The Gyu lee is Park Gyu lee and Nicole is Jung Nicole from Kara btw ^^. Oh and Wonju is a city about 2 hours from Chongyangni. And it's my first FT Island fanfic so please be gentle.
The steps outside Chongyangni station were clustered with people as always. Some were tactfully ignoring the lilt of voices gathered together in straggling harmony in time to two guitars held by their more talented members and a steady rhythm of claps that matched the simple steps to their single dance. Jaejin was stood in the back, behind several of the girls who were smiling and giggling as they went through the motions for an either blandly disinterested or ignorant audience. It didn't seem to matter much that no one cared for their music or the gentle delight with which the one who could dance performed.
Gyu lee had told him it was worth it even if the message of a song reached one person alone and he was young and naiive enough to believe her. Faith had come easily to him in the vacuous excess and back street dereliction of Seoul. Jaejin's parents were quietly relieved when their son chose Christianity over soju and underaged sex. His was an odd choice even in a country where religious adherence was more prominient than in the jaded regions of Europe and America, but they both respected him for making it. His classmates were less than impressed when he refused to retreat from class and enjoy a collective smoke behind the proverbial bike sheds or when their ridicule and scribbled insults on scrapbook paper thrown across the slim divide of desks during third period were met with smiling indifference.
Passage through the air-conditioned corridors became a daily ritual of shoving and spiteful whispers about a God who was far from in this place, but still Jaejin clung to the only principles that had ever lent him a measure of acceptance. Gyu lee applauded him for his devotion and every weekend, Saturday at two sharp they sang and he watched the girls twirling beneath the baking sun outside the seven eleven.
~~~
It was one such Saturday, a day that was so humid each inhalation felt like pure heat trickling down his throat that during a break Jaejin was sitting perched upon the low stone wall by the doors to the seven eleven. The two older boys who worked inside were standing upon the steps laughing at nothing in particular. He recognized them, their jaded outlooks and easy, but wry humour and they exchanged the odd glance until the brunette who was the more vociferous of the two disappeared only to return with a packet of 2,000\ sandwiches which he tossed to Jaejin.
Naturally the slight, athletically backward boy fumbled for them, saving their descent to the pavement below by mere inches. He uttered his thanks, that were lost underneath the sound of passing traffic and the boy with the russet coloured hair and easy smile just nodded and turned back to his co-worker.
Jaejin liked to think he was that one person Gyu lee was talking about sometimes.
~~~
The next weekend when he arrived sporting a distinct purple blossom accompanied by a plaster beneath his left eye Gyu lee and another of the girls called Nicole cooed sympathetically and gathered his slender form up in their arms in turn for a reassuring pair of embraces that stilled a linger of trembling that had never quite died down since Friday afternoon. Although the minor wound was all his body remembered of that dreadful half hour his mind could play the entire event back with perfect depth and clarity.
Harsh voices had worn him down to tears; a rare occurence despite how girlish he appeared with his hair restrained by a slim plastic band and eyes masked by thick framed glasses the hue of cherries fresh from the stem. And when he tried reasoning with the other students circled round him like predators all he'd earnt was the scrape of concrete against skin that was ill protected by the thin cotton of a white school shirt. What broke him most was that they'd taken his precious guitar, the one which bore stickers of him and the others he hung out with each Saturday; smiling brightly for the cameras of an instant photo booth they'd somehow all managed to squeeze into at once and thrown it case and all into the river beside the Chemistry block. He watched it sink from the bank as they walked away, their laughter drifting on the breeze. With it his spirits descended into dark water.
Without the familiar weight of the guitar in his hands he felt awkward and lost; Gyu lee took his hands in hers and spun them both round until dizziness drowned the pain.
~~~
As the sun disappeared, no longer to make him perspire after dancing with Gyu lee all afternoon to the chorus that kept his heart from losing its way entirely Jaejin came to rest once more upon the steps of the convinience store. His friends wandered towards the station entrance one by one and although Gyu lee, with her long sleek hazel hair restrained in a french plait offered to share the train fare with him he declined and waved her off with a benign smile that still held so much restrained disappointment.
The stark halogen of the store behind was like a beacon, but he remained just beyond its radiance and spotlessly attired aisles laden with brightly hued bags of junk food and chocolate. Casting a glance over his shoulder he saw the brunette lazing against the counter with a magazine folded over in one hand as the other was occupied with attempting to open a carton of Seoul milk with less than dexterous results. That was until his co-worker approached and completed the distracted task for him, tipping his head and the paper container back to take a long swig as payment. He felt himself smiling, just a little when the other young man snatched the carton away with a pout threatening upon his full lips. He'd never had many male friends and there was just something so easy and contented about the way those two treated each other it would've likely fostered jealousy in anyone else.
He wasn't smiling when, in the next heart beat the one who'd stolen a drink also stole those lips without care for the surveilance camera recording every moment that passed in the modest store.
Jaejin stood up and walked away as quickly as he could. His heart stopped racing when he reached Wonju and not a second earlier.
Rating: PG-13 so far.
Pairing(s): Jaejin/Won bin and Random Seven Eleven workers (loosely based on the actual guys who work at the Chongyangni station branch in appearance only.)
Written to: MC the Max - Returns.
Warnings: Slash (duh.) total AU where FT Island don't exist, religious themes.
Summary: Jaejin finds his religious faith challenged when he meets a delinquent with musical ambitions called Won Bin on the steps of Chongyangni station.
Notes: This was inspired by my visit to Seoul yesterday (I'm living in Jecheon a couple of hours away.) and visiting this very station where I sat outside the seven eleven and watched some teenagers singing about religion. The Gyu lee is Park Gyu lee and Nicole is Jung Nicole from Kara btw ^^. Oh and Wonju is a city about 2 hours from Chongyangni. And it's my first FT Island fanfic so please be gentle.
The steps outside Chongyangni station were clustered with people as always. Some were tactfully ignoring the lilt of voices gathered together in straggling harmony in time to two guitars held by their more talented members and a steady rhythm of claps that matched the simple steps to their single dance. Jaejin was stood in the back, behind several of the girls who were smiling and giggling as they went through the motions for an either blandly disinterested or ignorant audience. It didn't seem to matter much that no one cared for their music or the gentle delight with which the one who could dance performed.
Gyu lee had told him it was worth it even if the message of a song reached one person alone and he was young and naiive enough to believe her. Faith had come easily to him in the vacuous excess and back street dereliction of Seoul. Jaejin's parents were quietly relieved when their son chose Christianity over soju and underaged sex. His was an odd choice even in a country where religious adherence was more prominient than in the jaded regions of Europe and America, but they both respected him for making it. His classmates were less than impressed when he refused to retreat from class and enjoy a collective smoke behind the proverbial bike sheds or when their ridicule and scribbled insults on scrapbook paper thrown across the slim divide of desks during third period were met with smiling indifference.
Passage through the air-conditioned corridors became a daily ritual of shoving and spiteful whispers about a God who was far from in this place, but still Jaejin clung to the only principles that had ever lent him a measure of acceptance. Gyu lee applauded him for his devotion and every weekend, Saturday at two sharp they sang and he watched the girls twirling beneath the baking sun outside the seven eleven.
~~~
It was one such Saturday, a day that was so humid each inhalation felt like pure heat trickling down his throat that during a break Jaejin was sitting perched upon the low stone wall by the doors to the seven eleven. The two older boys who worked inside were standing upon the steps laughing at nothing in particular. He recognized them, their jaded outlooks and easy, but wry humour and they exchanged the odd glance until the brunette who was the more vociferous of the two disappeared only to return with a packet of 2,000\ sandwiches which he tossed to Jaejin.
Naturally the slight, athletically backward boy fumbled for them, saving their descent to the pavement below by mere inches. He uttered his thanks, that were lost underneath the sound of passing traffic and the boy with the russet coloured hair and easy smile just nodded and turned back to his co-worker.
Jaejin liked to think he was that one person Gyu lee was talking about sometimes.
~~~
The next weekend when he arrived sporting a distinct purple blossom accompanied by a plaster beneath his left eye Gyu lee and another of the girls called Nicole cooed sympathetically and gathered his slender form up in their arms in turn for a reassuring pair of embraces that stilled a linger of trembling that had never quite died down since Friday afternoon. Although the minor wound was all his body remembered of that dreadful half hour his mind could play the entire event back with perfect depth and clarity.
Harsh voices had worn him down to tears; a rare occurence despite how girlish he appeared with his hair restrained by a slim plastic band and eyes masked by thick framed glasses the hue of cherries fresh from the stem. And when he tried reasoning with the other students circled round him like predators all he'd earnt was the scrape of concrete against skin that was ill protected by the thin cotton of a white school shirt. What broke him most was that they'd taken his precious guitar, the one which bore stickers of him and the others he hung out with each Saturday; smiling brightly for the cameras of an instant photo booth they'd somehow all managed to squeeze into at once and thrown it case and all into the river beside the Chemistry block. He watched it sink from the bank as they walked away, their laughter drifting on the breeze. With it his spirits descended into dark water.
Without the familiar weight of the guitar in his hands he felt awkward and lost; Gyu lee took his hands in hers and spun them both round until dizziness drowned the pain.
~~~
As the sun disappeared, no longer to make him perspire after dancing with Gyu lee all afternoon to the chorus that kept his heart from losing its way entirely Jaejin came to rest once more upon the steps of the convinience store. His friends wandered towards the station entrance one by one and although Gyu lee, with her long sleek hazel hair restrained in a french plait offered to share the train fare with him he declined and waved her off with a benign smile that still held so much restrained disappointment.
The stark halogen of the store behind was like a beacon, but he remained just beyond its radiance and spotlessly attired aisles laden with brightly hued bags of junk food and chocolate. Casting a glance over his shoulder he saw the brunette lazing against the counter with a magazine folded over in one hand as the other was occupied with attempting to open a carton of Seoul milk with less than dexterous results. That was until his co-worker approached and completed the distracted task for him, tipping his head and the paper container back to take a long swig as payment. He felt himself smiling, just a little when the other young man snatched the carton away with a pout threatening upon his full lips. He'd never had many male friends and there was just something so easy and contented about the way those two treated each other it would've likely fostered jealousy in anyone else.
He wasn't smiling when, in the next heart beat the one who'd stolen a drink also stole those lips without care for the surveilance camera recording every moment that passed in the modest store.
Jaejin stood up and walked away as quickly as he could. His heart stopped racing when he reached Wonju and not a second earlier.