YUNCHUN TIMELINE
Title: In the End
Characters: DBSK (but not much of Changmin and Jaejoong! SORRY!!!)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: a lot of cursing in the beginning
Genre: a little angst
Time: Past
Summary: Yunho is a very cocky guy but is slowly changing...
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The Beginning
I am a competitive bastard. So what?
They can’t do anything, management won’t do anything. Why?
We’re at the top. The elite. The most prominent throughout Asia.
But something doesn’t seem… to click. Something isn’t right, wasn’t right from the beginning. Something was definitely missing. Not for the group, but for me, and that pisses me off.
How could I, Jung Yunho, feel as though something was and is missing? I am one of the most popular in the group, manliest, has most of the limelight, has the best dancing prowess, and I am the leader.
Why should I let anything bother me?
But the thing is, it just does and I have no idea what the hell it is.
I know this started ever since I met the other members of the group.
Jaejoong thought he was the fuckin coolest; he was all cold and glaring at the members whenever they started joking around. It really bothers me now about the stupid Jaeho shit. Why can’t it be the soul fighter Jaemin?
Junsu was full of ‘happy frickin sunshine’ and trying to get everyone happy. It was really annoying when he tried doing that when everyone was arguing and had no intention of making up.
Changmin was a smart ass. He’d contradict everything everyone said and had to explain every goddamn thing. Not only that, he tried to act all cute and shit. So annoying.
Yoochun… I don’t really know about. I know that he didn’t really piss me off, but other than that, it’s pretty vague. He knew when to shut up, be loud, and all that shit.
As for myself, I knew that I had to hold in comments that could potentially destroy our group in the beginning. I still try to hold them in, just forming them into… kinder words?
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For Example…
“Hey guys, lets play some video games!” Junsu exclaims happily on the second month we first started living together.
I hold back a string of curses but smile and kindly turn him down. Changmin says something smart-assed (something along the lines of violence and competitive or some shit) meanwhile Yoochun smiles and says something about a bet. Jaejoong, on the other hand, doesn’t say anything, that bastard.
A few minutes later, shouts and screams of frustration and success were heard from Junsu. I heard Yoochun’s unique laughter ringing in my ears even long after he stopped. His laugh didn’t bother the crap out of me like Junsu’s does.
Silence transcends then a “Hyung! I won!” from an excited Yoochun, eyes sparkling. I couldn’t help but to laugh and ruffle his hair affectionately. He smiles even wider then takes off, shouting out, “IIIII WOOOOONNNN!!!”
…Wait, what the hell was that!? Since when did I… Dammit. I’m slipping.
-~=~-
The Debut
Our first album and debut were in March. I hated that stupid song but being the great leader that I was, executed every show, perfectly. During practices, I had to be relentless to get the steps down correctly and memorized since it was a key part of our success.
Yoochun, panting and sweat dripping off of his body managed to gasp out a, “Hyung, stop being so persnickety.”
I hear Junsu’s laughter and Changmin saying, “Trying to be smart, eh Chunnie hyung?”
After hearing what Yoochun had to say, I told the group to take a ten minute break. Shit. I just realized…
-~=~-
Something New
We spent a while in Japan, gaining our popularity there and going to China to see so many fans are out there. But it seems so blasé since I know that we are admired in Asia, but my goal is to be all over Europe and America someday. Hell, we’re going to make it even if we have to spill blood along the way.
“Yunho hyung, I wonder how long this is going to last,” Yoochun says aloud, his eyes shut and head resting on my lap as I read.
I look down, attempting to forget how adorable he looks, “Is that an actual question?”
He opens his eyes to look into mine, as though he’s trying to read my thoughts and look into my soul. I break the eye-contact. I felt like shuddering and shriveling up. Yoochun has been doing that to me lately and I have no fucking clue why and it pisses me off. Or maybe because he asked something I didn’t know, either; something so intangible that I grow afraid of what will happen. Just thinking of us, thrown out like trash, no longer having value.
"Well, wherever we end up, I hope I'm with you," he whispers as he dirfts off to sleep.
-~=~-
Return and Reassurance
We’ve just returned to Korea for our second album: Rising Sun. I love this song. Don’t ask me why; maybe it’s the message of the song that I love. Everything went smoothly except for when Yoochun wanted to go out on X-Man. No way in hell is he going alone with those bitches who think they can have him. Just the thought of it makes me want tear, break, smash, split, and or shatter anything and everything cause I freakin’ admit it. I am in love with Park Yoochun.
I don’t know when I realized it, I just did. But as for when I fell in love with him, maybe it was from the very beginning (the part about not being pissed off at him from the very beginning is a big tip).
Whatever show he goes on, I go on. Especially on Love Letter, where he chooses one girl and I make sure to go for the same girl. But I know those girls are infatuated with him which makes my heart twinge a bit. I thank the lords above whenever those shows are done filming and those whores walk away from my guy.
“Hyung, wasn’t that one game really fun?” he smiles and sparkles in his eyes.
I toss him a water bottle, not responding but smiling a little. How can I tell him no, cause I hate going on these dumbass shows, professing our so called love to these bimbos who care about their weight, looks, and shit when all I wanted to do is impress him.
-~=~-
Affirmation
WHAT. THE. FUCK. These clingy, desperate, whores are dancing; excuse me, grinding against YOOCHUN. My Yoochun dammit! I asked the director but he said it went along with the goddamn song and some shit about his vision. So, I went along with his crap and went along with it. I have to dance with those skanks.
I stand there, fuming, but making sure to seem like I’m watching the proceedings of the shooting going smoothly. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Junsu walking over.
“Do you love him, hyung ah?” he quietly says.
I freeze.
“It’s alright if you are, you know,” he continues.
I don’t say anything. Deny nothing, admit nothing.
“He knows that you aren’t the nice, caring leader and hyung that you always show. But more importantly, he accepts that part of you. You, Yunho hyung, accept how weak he can be, how he’s so laidback and carefree, despite serious situations and stuff.”
I can feel the walls that I have built start to weaken at these words. Yoochun… knows? I didn’t want anyone, especially him, to find out. I know that I’m actually very temperamental and shit but… shit!
“Jun-”
When I turned to my right, to face him, he wasn’t there anymore. He had somehow teleported to where Changmin and Jaejoong were.
Did he mean that I should confess to Yoochun or what?
-~=~-
Going Nowhere
We stayed in Japan for a while, going on tours, doing signings and such. But no development in relation to Yoochun though. Junsu has been unfortunately ‘advising’ me about what the hell I should do.
“Hyung! You should be more… romantic! Write him a poem or something!”
“FUCK NO.”
“Why not!? It’s better than doing nothing and sulking in the corner whenever he has dates or talking on the phone with his girl friends!”
I don’t respond since I know that he’s fucking right. But he looks so happy whenever he goes out on dates and stuff that I can’t bring myself to do anything about it.
-~=~-
Sleepiness
Once we got home from the practices and the photo shoot, I take a quick shower, not forgetting to take out my contacts, and plop onto my bed, reviewing the schedule for tomorrow.
A dip and warmth near my leg then, a chuckle with, “Yunho hyung, haven’t you looked at the schedule enough times to memorize it by now?”
“Just looking for changes and such, Yoochun ah,” I say, still perusing the itinerary, “We have to get up earlier so I’d suggest you go to sleep now.”
I can practically hear him pouting, “But I don’t wanna!”
Taking off my glasses, I sigh, “Can’t sleep?”
He nods. I move to make room for him and he squeals. Once he gets under the covers he smiles up at me, “Good night, hyung! Don’t stay up too late or I’ll personally kick you out of the bed!”
“Night, Chun ah.”
As I look over the details for the mini concert, I listen to his breathing, evening out and becoming deeper. I feel the stress from today fade away into nothingness and tranquility descending. Setting aside the papers, my head just turns to see him sleeping, cuddling towards me. I can see his eyelashes… so long… my right hand just moves on its’ own accord, touching his hair. Yoochun’s hair feels kind of crispy because of all the dyes, blow drying and stuff we’ve had to do for the last few years. But still soft in a way. Now my hand moves down to his cheek, caressing it. His skin is so soft, just as I had imagined it to be.
I see his eyes fluttering open and a panic button sets off in my head with the whole ringing of the bells but I couldn’t move. My hand stayed on his cheek.
“Mmm, hyung? You still awake?”
I try to form words and am successful, “Yeah. Go back to sleep.”
“What about you?” he murmurs while yawning.
“I’m going to sleep now, alright?” I whisper soothingly.
He nods and pats the space on the pillow next to him. I laugh a little, set the papers away, and lay down next to my Yoochun. Yeah, my Yoochun. For tonight anyways.
-~=~-
Chances
It is now 2006 and we are heading back to Korea for O Jung.Ban.Hap. When Yoochun got the hair extensions, we were all laughing, teasing him about it. Also, Junsu got a haircut and we were all amazed with the new transformation. He looks so much more… manlier? Mature? Like a DUMBASS IDIOT WHO CAN’T KEEP HIS BIG MOUTH GODDAMN FUCKIN SHUT!?
Meaning: he told Yoochun how I felt about him. Ever since then, I’ve been trying to keep my distance from him.
On our second month of arrival, I woke up to silence. It’s a surreal feeling since it’s unusual for it to be this quiet. I turn a little in my bed and hear a slight creak as the door is being opened. I shut my eyes for fear of… something.
Sounds of quiet footsteps were coming closer and closer until they stopped right at the edge of my bed. A warm breath on my right cheek, then a gentle poke, “Hyung, wake up! I’m hungry!”
Feigning to be groggy and sleepy, I ungracefully wake up, “Chun ah, can’t Jaejoong hyung make you something?”
“But their gone! Vanished!” he exclaims wildly and loudly.
“You mean they’ve gone out?”
He nods furiously.
I can just hear Junsu’s little annoying voice saying, “This is your chance, Jung Yunho! Don’t you dare mess it up!”
-~=~-
The End of It All?
I told him. He told me. We were overjoyed.
As quickly as it came, it went. Our happiness lasted for a short while, to be interrupted by many things.
But we could have held on, clinging onto what little strength and hope we had left.
In the end, he and I weren’t strong enough to hold on.
Dammit.
End.
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A/N: sorry if the ending seemed rushed... it kinda was X[ I was in my writing mood but I lost my memory stick for a week and I was busy with school! Sorry if this was horribly written... but I did my best!!! =D
Characters: DBSK (but not much of Changmin and Jaejoong! SORRY!!!)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: a lot of cursing in the beginning
Genre: a little angst
Time: Past
Summary: Yunho is a very cocky guy but is slowly changing...
-~=~-
The Beginning
I am a competitive bastard. So what?
They can’t do anything, management won’t do anything. Why?
We’re at the top. The elite. The most prominent throughout Asia.
But something doesn’t seem… to click. Something isn’t right, wasn’t right from the beginning. Something was definitely missing. Not for the group, but for me, and that pisses me off.
How could I, Jung Yunho, feel as though something was and is missing? I am one of the most popular in the group, manliest, has most of the limelight, has the best dancing prowess, and I am the leader.
Why should I let anything bother me?
But the thing is, it just does and I have no idea what the hell it is.
I know this started ever since I met the other members of the group.
Jaejoong thought he was the fuckin coolest; he was all cold and glaring at the members whenever they started joking around. It really bothers me now about the stupid Jaeho shit. Why can’t it be the soul fighter Jaemin?
Junsu was full of ‘happy frickin sunshine’ and trying to get everyone happy. It was really annoying when he tried doing that when everyone was arguing and had no intention of making up.
Changmin was a smart ass. He’d contradict everything everyone said and had to explain every goddamn thing. Not only that, he tried to act all cute and shit. So annoying.
Yoochun… I don’t really know about. I know that he didn’t really piss me off, but other than that, it’s pretty vague. He knew when to shut up, be loud, and all that shit.
As for myself, I knew that I had to hold in comments that could potentially destroy our group in the beginning. I still try to hold them in, just forming them into… kinder words?
-~=~-
For Example…
“Hey guys, lets play some video games!” Junsu exclaims happily on the second month we first started living together.
I hold back a string of curses but smile and kindly turn him down. Changmin says something smart-assed (something along the lines of violence and competitive or some shit) meanwhile Yoochun smiles and says something about a bet. Jaejoong, on the other hand, doesn’t say anything, that bastard.
A few minutes later, shouts and screams of frustration and success were heard from Junsu. I heard Yoochun’s unique laughter ringing in my ears even long after he stopped. His laugh didn’t bother the crap out of me like Junsu’s does.
Silence transcends then a “Hyung! I won!” from an excited Yoochun, eyes sparkling. I couldn’t help but to laugh and ruffle his hair affectionately. He smiles even wider then takes off, shouting out, “IIIII WOOOOONNNN!!!”
…Wait, what the hell was that!? Since when did I… Dammit. I’m slipping.
-~=~-
The Debut
Our first album and debut were in March. I hated that stupid song but being the great leader that I was, executed every show, perfectly. During practices, I had to be relentless to get the steps down correctly and memorized since it was a key part of our success.
Yoochun, panting and sweat dripping off of his body managed to gasp out a, “Hyung, stop being so persnickety.”
I hear Junsu’s laughter and Changmin saying, “Trying to be smart, eh Chunnie hyung?”
After hearing what Yoochun had to say, I told the group to take a ten minute break. Shit. I just realized…
-~=~-
Something New
We spent a while in Japan, gaining our popularity there and going to China to see so many fans are out there. But it seems so blasé since I know that we are admired in Asia, but my goal is to be all over Europe and America someday. Hell, we’re going to make it even if we have to spill blood along the way.
“Yunho hyung, I wonder how long this is going to last,” Yoochun says aloud, his eyes shut and head resting on my lap as I read.
I look down, attempting to forget how adorable he looks, “Is that an actual question?”
He opens his eyes to look into mine, as though he’s trying to read my thoughts and look into my soul. I break the eye-contact. I felt like shuddering and shriveling up. Yoochun has been doing that to me lately and I have no fucking clue why and it pisses me off. Or maybe because he asked something I didn’t know, either; something so intangible that I grow afraid of what will happen. Just thinking of us, thrown out like trash, no longer having value.
"Well, wherever we end up, I hope I'm with you," he whispers as he dirfts off to sleep.
-~=~-
Return and Reassurance
We’ve just returned to Korea for our second album: Rising Sun. I love this song. Don’t ask me why; maybe it’s the message of the song that I love. Everything went smoothly except for when Yoochun wanted to go out on X-Man. No way in hell is he going alone with those bitches who think they can have him. Just the thought of it makes me want tear, break, smash, split, and or shatter anything and everything cause I freakin’ admit it. I am in love with Park Yoochun.
I don’t know when I realized it, I just did. But as for when I fell in love with him, maybe it was from the very beginning (the part about not being pissed off at him from the very beginning is a big tip).
Whatever show he goes on, I go on. Especially on Love Letter, where he chooses one girl and I make sure to go for the same girl. But I know those girls are infatuated with him which makes my heart twinge a bit. I thank the lords above whenever those shows are done filming and those whores walk away from my guy.
“Hyung, wasn’t that one game really fun?” he smiles and sparkles in his eyes.
I toss him a water bottle, not responding but smiling a little. How can I tell him no, cause I hate going on these dumbass shows, professing our so called love to these bimbos who care about their weight, looks, and shit when all I wanted to do is impress him.
-~=~-
Affirmation
WHAT. THE. FUCK. These clingy, desperate, whores are dancing; excuse me, grinding against YOOCHUN. My Yoochun dammit! I asked the director but he said it went along with the goddamn song and some shit about his vision. So, I went along with his crap and went along with it. I have to dance with those skanks.
I stand there, fuming, but making sure to seem like I’m watching the proceedings of the shooting going smoothly. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Junsu walking over.
“Do you love him, hyung ah?” he quietly says.
I freeze.
“It’s alright if you are, you know,” he continues.
I don’t say anything. Deny nothing, admit nothing.
“He knows that you aren’t the nice, caring leader and hyung that you always show. But more importantly, he accepts that part of you. You, Yunho hyung, accept how weak he can be, how he’s so laidback and carefree, despite serious situations and stuff.”
I can feel the walls that I have built start to weaken at these words. Yoochun… knows? I didn’t want anyone, especially him, to find out. I know that I’m actually very temperamental and shit but… shit!
“Jun-”
When I turned to my right, to face him, he wasn’t there anymore. He had somehow teleported to where Changmin and Jaejoong were.
Did he mean that I should confess to Yoochun or what?
-~=~-
Going Nowhere
We stayed in Japan for a while, going on tours, doing signings and such. But no development in relation to Yoochun though. Junsu has been unfortunately ‘advising’ me about what the hell I should do.
“Hyung! You should be more… romantic! Write him a poem or something!”
“FUCK NO.”
“Why not!? It’s better than doing nothing and sulking in the corner whenever he has dates or talking on the phone with his girl friends!”
I don’t respond since I know that he’s fucking right. But he looks so happy whenever he goes out on dates and stuff that I can’t bring myself to do anything about it.
-~=~-
Sleepiness
Once we got home from the practices and the photo shoot, I take a quick shower, not forgetting to take out my contacts, and plop onto my bed, reviewing the schedule for tomorrow.
A dip and warmth near my leg then, a chuckle with, “Yunho hyung, haven’t you looked at the schedule enough times to memorize it by now?”
“Just looking for changes and such, Yoochun ah,” I say, still perusing the itinerary, “We have to get up earlier so I’d suggest you go to sleep now.”
I can practically hear him pouting, “But I don’t wanna!”
Taking off my glasses, I sigh, “Can’t sleep?”
He nods. I move to make room for him and he squeals. Once he gets under the covers he smiles up at me, “Good night, hyung! Don’t stay up too late or I’ll personally kick you out of the bed!”
“Night, Chun ah.”
As I look over the details for the mini concert, I listen to his breathing, evening out and becoming deeper. I feel the stress from today fade away into nothingness and tranquility descending. Setting aside the papers, my head just turns to see him sleeping, cuddling towards me. I can see his eyelashes… so long… my right hand just moves on its’ own accord, touching his hair. Yoochun’s hair feels kind of crispy because of all the dyes, blow drying and stuff we’ve had to do for the last few years. But still soft in a way. Now my hand moves down to his cheek, caressing it. His skin is so soft, just as I had imagined it to be.
I see his eyes fluttering open and a panic button sets off in my head with the whole ringing of the bells but I couldn’t move. My hand stayed on his cheek.
“Mmm, hyung? You still awake?”
I try to form words and am successful, “Yeah. Go back to sleep.”
“What about you?” he murmurs while yawning.
“I’m going to sleep now, alright?” I whisper soothingly.
He nods and pats the space on the pillow next to him. I laugh a little, set the papers away, and lay down next to my Yoochun. Yeah, my Yoochun. For tonight anyways.
-~=~-
Chances
It is now 2006 and we are heading back to Korea for O Jung.Ban.Hap. When Yoochun got the hair extensions, we were all laughing, teasing him about it. Also, Junsu got a haircut and we were all amazed with the new transformation. He looks so much more… manlier? Mature? Like a DUMBASS IDIOT WHO CAN’T KEEP HIS BIG MOUTH GODDAMN FUCKIN SHUT!?
Meaning: he told Yoochun how I felt about him. Ever since then, I’ve been trying to keep my distance from him.
On our second month of arrival, I woke up to silence. It’s a surreal feeling since it’s unusual for it to be this quiet. I turn a little in my bed and hear a slight creak as the door is being opened. I shut my eyes for fear of… something.
Sounds of quiet footsteps were coming closer and closer until they stopped right at the edge of my bed. A warm breath on my right cheek, then a gentle poke, “Hyung, wake up! I’m hungry!”
Feigning to be groggy and sleepy, I ungracefully wake up, “Chun ah, can’t Jaejoong hyung make you something?”
“But their gone! Vanished!” he exclaims wildly and loudly.
“You mean they’ve gone out?”
He nods furiously.
I can just hear Junsu’s little annoying voice saying, “This is your chance, Jung Yunho! Don’t you dare mess it up!”
-~=~-
The End of It All?
I told him. He told me. We were overjoyed.
As quickly as it came, it went. Our happiness lasted for a short while, to be interrupted by many things.
But we could have held on, clinging onto what little strength and hope we had left.
In the end, he and I weren’t strong enough to hold on.
Dammit.
End.
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A/N: sorry if the ending seemed rushed... it kinda was X[ I was in my writing mood but I lost my memory stick for a week and I was busy with school! Sorry if this was horribly written... but I did my best!!! =D