FANFIC: Nameless
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Title: Nameless
Author: gentle_yuki
Fandom: TVXQ
Pairing: Jaejoong / who? You decide! Haha..ha.
Genre: Fantasy, AU, possible future romance if this continues. At this point I don't know if I will.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Warnings: ...None. Except a creepy stalker type person? And it's unbeta'd. Probably full of mistakes.
Summary: Life was bad enough. lol This really has no point at all except being like an epilogue of sorts. It's just an idea that was floating around, so I figured I'd get it out.
Notes: This is loosely based off Loveless. I own neither of them. D: Though, it'd be kind of cool. If anyone wants this to be continued...say who you want the mystery boy to be. 8D Otherwise I'll decide. XD
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Mother, this place is so boring...
But having no other available options put Jaejoong in no position to leave the life he led.
He had to stay.
He couldn't just go home.
So, there he sat, at a small desk in the middle of an overcrowded classroom, eyes glued to the window and the swaying trees outside. The teachers voice droned on but it was the last thing on his mind. He wouldn't get in trouble for daydreaming, though.
Of course not. He was Kim Jaejoong: Head of the Class.
Closing his eyes and dropping his head, he breathed out in a sigh at the cool feel against his cheek.
"Jaejoong," a voice whispered from somewhere close.
He turned his head, staring directly at the worried face of a classmate.
"You need to pay attention. We have a test friday!"
A sigh and Jaejoong's eyes were closed again, a bored hum coming from his throat when he moved his chin onto the desk, eyes fixing blankly on the board.
Today was too long. It wasn't long before the teacher's voice faded and his eyes closed.
"Jaejoong...get up."
He jerked, brown eyes wide as he stared up at the concerned face of his teacher. Blinking a few times before looking around, he inwardly groaned.
"Would you like to stay after school today? I know your mot-"
"No." And there it was. That fake smile. The one that said he was perfectly fine. Home was fine. "I should go home and start dinner. Thanks, Teacher."
Jaejoong slid from his seat, grabbing his pencil and book and stuffing them in his bag before even looking back.
Tonight he was a key kid. Tonight, he was eating out. A trip to the local store rewarded him with a sandwhich and soda and a lot of unwanted worried stares. He'd had enough of those already.
In the end, he sat at the park, ignoring the air chill as he stuffed down the last of his sandwhich. It was cold on his tongue and against his teeth, but he forced it down. He nearly winced when he finished off the soda, eyes closed and sighing before he pushed himself up, grabbing his bag and trash and leaving the empty park.
At this rate it was going to be dark before he got home.
And it was. Jaejoong was hardly the sort of teenager who was afraid of the dark. The streetlights were yellowed and it was too cold for latenight stalkers anyway. If anything, a homeless man would wander up to him and ask for money.
If he was big enough, Jaejoong would give up what little cash he carried without hesitation. If not, he'd just go on. People who wouldn't help themselves just needed to stay as far away from him as possible.
Life was bad enough.
Still as the sky darkened, Jaejoong couldn't help but wonder what his mother was doing. Mostly likely crying over a pot of soup at the restaurant. She'd be stirring in slow motion while the liquid simmered and her shoulders shook. Another woman would come, guide her away and take over.
She'd come home in probably about two hours, Jaejoong assumed, a box in her hands. She'd say something like 'Sorry, I'm late' and offered him the food. Why she kept the restaurant when it was so painful was beyond him. Why she continued to slowly torture herself with the memories of young love and a false sense of love that fled as fast as his father when she'd told him she was pregnant.
Jaejoong sighed, breath barely fogging infront of his face. The sky was almost black now and he still had several blocks. Times like this made him wish he'd just take the bus like a normal person. Though, on some level he felt he deserved this. He deserved to be walking out in the cold, far from home and already starting to get hungry again.
By the time he'd made it back to the Kim household, the skies were black and littered tiny white dots. Jaejoong's breath was almost like smoke and he had stopped a few minutes back to amuse himself with it.
He had just stepped up the sidewalk to his house when he felt it. It was like a shudder, almost a shiver, but it stopped him dead in his tracks. No, this was more than that. It was like a vibration.
The soft sound of his shoes against the concrete stopped as his body came to a hault.
It was quiet, too quiet. Quiet enough that he heard his own breathing and the sound of his heart. His heart beating loud and hard against his chest, pounding in his ears. Pounding in time to each of those vibrations that seemed to pulse through his entire body. It was enough to make even the most brave have their hair stand on end.
A shakey breath and he was staring at the house. He could run. Was this a panic attack? Was his mother's unhappiness and his horrible excuse for a diet finally ganging up on him? The stress of school and practically living alone? Suddenly it seemed like the door was too far. He'd never make it.
This wasn't a panic attack, someone was here.
His eyes widened, breath hitching in his throat. The vibrations speeding to match his heart beat. The silence was deafening. Some unreal sound making his ears ring and his head spin. He covered his ears, eyes closing.
No.
He was about to run towards the house when he saw his dog duck out the door, barking loudly and running off down the street.
Shit.
He turned to run from the house and smacked straight into a firm body. He stumbled but felt arms around his body. He gasped, staring into this man's eyes, the pounding louder, his pulse quickening.
He dropped his bag, struggling, brows furrowed as he fought against the strong hold. "I'll give you my money!"
"I don't want your money."
The amusement in the voice made Jaejoong's heart skip a beat and in response so did the horrid pulsing. He struggled more against the arms.
"Then let me go, asshole!"
The male's head shook, amusement playing over his lips. "No...I've been looking for you for my entire life. I won't let you get away so easily."
Jaejoong stared. This guy was insane. He shook his head, about to voice just that when lips found his and muffled any reply he might have had. He was never one for things overly romantic but the spark he felt as soon as those lips hit his made his whole body feel weak, if only for the brief second the kiss lasted. He was left panting.
This suddenly scared him more than the arms around his waist or the fact that his stalker was even there. It was like his energy had been completely drained. He couldn't even bring himself to fight the hold and as if to make it worse, the other male was smiling as if it was all as planned.
He'd done it on purpose. Jaejoong groaned, still suddenly weak, the pulse had at least died down and the night was quiet again. Though, he did muster up the strength to glare. This only seemed to amuse his attacker more.
"You're exactly like I imagined!"
It didn't take long for Jaejoong's body to respond and he was squirming again, though the other male only held him closer, breath against his jaw. Jaejoong shuddered, pushing at the other's arms until words spilled from his lips. Words that shouldn't have meant anything. Words that made his blood run cold. Words that scared him and shattered his core.
Words that made him freeze except for his hands fisting into the other male's coat. Words that suddenly meant the world to him.
"I am your fighter."
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a/n: Yep. That's it. I dunno who the "fighter" is. It could be anyone really... So input works. Plot bunnies welcome? lol Like I said. I dunno if I'll continue this or if I do who is Jaejoong's fighter. Who his loud friend is. Who anyone but Jaejoong and his mother are.
Title: Nameless
Author: gentle_yuki
Fandom: TVXQ
Pairing: Jaejoong / who? You decide! Haha..ha.
Genre: Fantasy, AU, possible future romance if this continues. At this point I don't know if I will.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Warnings: ...None. Except a creepy stalker type person? And it's unbeta'd. Probably full of mistakes.
Summary: Life was bad enough. lol This really has no point at all except being like an epilogue of sorts. It's just an idea that was floating around, so I figured I'd get it out.
Notes: This is loosely based off Loveless. I own neither of them. D: Though, it'd be kind of cool. If anyone wants this to be continued...say who you want the mystery boy to be. 8D Otherwise I'll decide. XD
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Mother, this place is so boring...
But having no other available options put Jaejoong in no position to leave the life he led.
He had to stay.
He couldn't just go home.
So, there he sat, at a small desk in the middle of an overcrowded classroom, eyes glued to the window and the swaying trees outside. The teachers voice droned on but it was the last thing on his mind. He wouldn't get in trouble for daydreaming, though.
Of course not. He was Kim Jaejoong: Head of the Class.
Closing his eyes and dropping his head, he breathed out in a sigh at the cool feel against his cheek.
"Jaejoong," a voice whispered from somewhere close.
He turned his head, staring directly at the worried face of a classmate.
"You need to pay attention. We have a test friday!"
A sigh and Jaejoong's eyes were closed again, a bored hum coming from his throat when he moved his chin onto the desk, eyes fixing blankly on the board.
Today was too long. It wasn't long before the teacher's voice faded and his eyes closed.
"Jaejoong...get up."
He jerked, brown eyes wide as he stared up at the concerned face of his teacher. Blinking a few times before looking around, he inwardly groaned.
"Would you like to stay after school today? I know your mot-"
"No." And there it was. That fake smile. The one that said he was perfectly fine. Home was fine. "I should go home and start dinner. Thanks, Teacher."
Jaejoong slid from his seat, grabbing his pencil and book and stuffing them in his bag before even looking back.
Tonight he was a key kid. Tonight, he was eating out. A trip to the local store rewarded him with a sandwhich and soda and a lot of unwanted worried stares. He'd had enough of those already.
In the end, he sat at the park, ignoring the air chill as he stuffed down the last of his sandwhich. It was cold on his tongue and against his teeth, but he forced it down. He nearly winced when he finished off the soda, eyes closed and sighing before he pushed himself up, grabbing his bag and trash and leaving the empty park.
At this rate it was going to be dark before he got home.
And it was. Jaejoong was hardly the sort of teenager who was afraid of the dark. The streetlights were yellowed and it was too cold for latenight stalkers anyway. If anything, a homeless man would wander up to him and ask for money.
If he was big enough, Jaejoong would give up what little cash he carried without hesitation. If not, he'd just go on. People who wouldn't help themselves just needed to stay as far away from him as possible.
Life was bad enough.
Still as the sky darkened, Jaejoong couldn't help but wonder what his mother was doing. Mostly likely crying over a pot of soup at the restaurant. She'd be stirring in slow motion while the liquid simmered and her shoulders shook. Another woman would come, guide her away and take over.
She'd come home in probably about two hours, Jaejoong assumed, a box in her hands. She'd say something like 'Sorry, I'm late' and offered him the food. Why she kept the restaurant when it was so painful was beyond him. Why she continued to slowly torture herself with the memories of young love and a false sense of love that fled as fast as his father when she'd told him she was pregnant.
Jaejoong sighed, breath barely fogging infront of his face. The sky was almost black now and he still had several blocks. Times like this made him wish he'd just take the bus like a normal person. Though, on some level he felt he deserved this. He deserved to be walking out in the cold, far from home and already starting to get hungry again.
By the time he'd made it back to the Kim household, the skies were black and littered tiny white dots. Jaejoong's breath was almost like smoke and he had stopped a few minutes back to amuse himself with it.
He had just stepped up the sidewalk to his house when he felt it. It was like a shudder, almost a shiver, but it stopped him dead in his tracks. No, this was more than that. It was like a vibration.
The soft sound of his shoes against the concrete stopped as his body came to a hault.
It was quiet, too quiet. Quiet enough that he heard his own breathing and the sound of his heart. His heart beating loud and hard against his chest, pounding in his ears. Pounding in time to each of those vibrations that seemed to pulse through his entire body. It was enough to make even the most brave have their hair stand on end.
A shakey breath and he was staring at the house. He could run. Was this a panic attack? Was his mother's unhappiness and his horrible excuse for a diet finally ganging up on him? The stress of school and practically living alone? Suddenly it seemed like the door was too far. He'd never make it.
This wasn't a panic attack, someone was here.
His eyes widened, breath hitching in his throat. The vibrations speeding to match his heart beat. The silence was deafening. Some unreal sound making his ears ring and his head spin. He covered his ears, eyes closing.
No.
He was about to run towards the house when he saw his dog duck out the door, barking loudly and running off down the street.
Shit.
He turned to run from the house and smacked straight into a firm body. He stumbled but felt arms around his body. He gasped, staring into this man's eyes, the pounding louder, his pulse quickening.
He dropped his bag, struggling, brows furrowed as he fought against the strong hold. "I'll give you my money!"
"I don't want your money."
The amusement in the voice made Jaejoong's heart skip a beat and in response so did the horrid pulsing. He struggled more against the arms.
"Then let me go, asshole!"
The male's head shook, amusement playing over his lips. "No...I've been looking for you for my entire life. I won't let you get away so easily."
Jaejoong stared. This guy was insane. He shook his head, about to voice just that when lips found his and muffled any reply he might have had. He was never one for things overly romantic but the spark he felt as soon as those lips hit his made his whole body feel weak, if only for the brief second the kiss lasted. He was left panting.
This suddenly scared him more than the arms around his waist or the fact that his stalker was even there. It was like his energy had been completely drained. He couldn't even bring himself to fight the hold and as if to make it worse, the other male was smiling as if it was all as planned.
He'd done it on purpose. Jaejoong groaned, still suddenly weak, the pulse had at least died down and the night was quiet again. Though, he did muster up the strength to glare. This only seemed to amuse his attacker more.
"You're exactly like I imagined!"
It didn't take long for Jaejoong's body to respond and he was squirming again, though the other male only held him closer, breath against his jaw. Jaejoong shuddered, pushing at the other's arms until words spilled from his lips. Words that shouldn't have meant anything. Words that made his blood run cold. Words that scared him and shattered his core.
Words that made him freeze except for his hands fisting into the other male's coat. Words that suddenly meant the world to him.
"I am your fighter."
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a/n: Yep. That's it. I dunno who the "fighter" is. It could be anyone really... So input works. Plot bunnies welcome? lol Like I said. I dunno if I'll continue this or if I do who is Jaejoong's fighter. Who his loud friend is. Who anyone but Jaejoong and his mother are.