Poignant Affairs; Chapter 01 - Begins
Title: Poignant Affairs
Author: honeyiceblend
Length: 1/15
Genre: Romance, Slight Angst, Drama
Characters: Yunjae, Jaemin
Summary: Time cannot erase the pain. Neither can it wash memories away. Memories, so vital to one and the only thing you can hold on to. Maybe one day I will open up my palm to let the breeze blow the dandelions away. As if letting go of your soul…
Warning: Character's death
(This was actually written years back for my previous fandoms. I've just changed the names and stuffs like Keroppi :))
4 years ago
[Daejeon High School]
La la la di dum… The waves were crashing against the shore rhythmically and with each step they took, their soles sunk in comfortably into the soft sand. They were slowly running towards each other… in exaggerated slow motion.
Oh my goddddd…. My prince charming!
Awww… the perfect scene!
We collapsed into each other’s arms and leaned closer and closer…
And closer…
And closer some more…
And he began aiming for my lips…
“Kim Jaejoong!”
I jerked up, sitting upright in my chair as I finally noticed that the whole class consisting of 40 pairs of eyes staring back at me, wondering what am I doing. Almost immediately, all of them broke out in hysterical laughter. In a “unconscious” state, I wondered what they are laughing at, what’s so hilarious about it? Puzzled, I fished out my convenient Keroppi limited edition mirror and took a glance at myself.
My hair aren’t messy. My face are still as flawless as ever… no pimples, blackheads… and… hey no! My face turned red immediately when I saw a red patch on my left cheek. I must have been using my palm to support my head from falling on the table. I rubbed the position vigorously, mumbling something about ‘sorry’.
Glancing up, hoping the teacher would forgive me, instead he had paused his teaching to glare at me. Did I add the word ‘furiously’? “What are you doing Mr Kim Jaejoong?”
“Huh? Um…I…was…Er…”
“SLEEPING!” That came from my oh-so-terribly-annoying classmate who unfortunately sat right beside me. Why did I have such a horrible luck? I stared at him and made a mental note to jump and pouch on him later on after class. He is going to get it.
That idiotic Jung Yunho.
“Mr Kim?”
“Huh?”
The class laughed at me again for the second time. Was I really that hilarious? Maybe being a host of Star King is a bright future for me. Ha. “You’re getting detention, Kim Jaejoong. You’ll be painting the walls outside the hall, look for me after school today.”
My jaw must have dropped in the middle of his speech and the class must have been laughing how incredibly my mouth could open. The hall was enormous! It would have been a chore if I were to sweep it. But painting it? I’m going to faint the minute I had lift the brush. At that moment, I imagine Yunho turning into a chicken chop for me to savor. I grinned devilishly, enjoying the illusion of Yunho pleading me not to kill him. I swear I almost laughed out loud.
After much thought, I decided to pull Yunho away from his everyday basketball practices and help me with the painting of the oh-so enormous hall. Because, after all, he did have his big secret not-so-safe with me. I added a secretive smile.
“If you aren’t going with me, I’m gonna tell at assembly tomorrow!” Pulling him forcefully by the collar, he looked helplessly at me for a moment before he roughly yanked my hand away. Ow! That hurt!
“Tell for all you want. I don’t care.” He gave me a challenging look, as if testing my courage. He, Jung Yunho, testing my courage? Fat hope! But it was quite true after all… how would I be able to have that courage to speak over the microphone tomorrow?
But I’m not going to let him off, not that easily.
Clearing my throat loudly and on purpose, I cupped my palms over my mouth to create an imaginary speaker. “Listen up listen up!” that got a few people’s attention. “Jung Yunho is madly in love with Seu…” Feeling his huge hand over my mouth, I controlled the urge to bike as I pulled him away.
“Now… will you come with me?” I gave him a smirk.
“As long as you promise not to tell…” His irritated expression was something I would be able to remember as long as I lived. Muahahahaha! Jaejoong, the victorious one!
The Present (2009)
Kim Jaejoong was not victorious. At the end of everything, Yunho consumed a large part of my heart and now what was left was only the melancholic atmosphere in this damned bubble tea shop where my boyfriend had spent most of days here. Memories were too painful. Sometimes, I wondered why God gave us the gift to be able to remember. I just wanted to fall into this world of nothingness, where I could forget all the unhappiness and only remember the joyful times.
It was not all up to me to decide.
Slowly, a tear streamed down my cheeks, and then another, and another.
Why couldn’t I stop crying over him?
Author: honeyiceblend
Length: 1/15
Genre: Romance, Slight Angst, Drama
Characters: Yunjae, Jaemin
Summary: Time cannot erase the pain. Neither can it wash memories away. Memories, so vital to one and the only thing you can hold on to. Maybe one day I will open up my palm to let the breeze blow the dandelions away. As if letting go of your soul…
Warning: Character's death
(This was actually written years back for my previous fandoms. I've just changed the names and stuffs like Keroppi :))
4 years ago
[Daejeon High School]
La la la di dum… The waves were crashing against the shore rhythmically and with each step they took, their soles sunk in comfortably into the soft sand. They were slowly running towards each other… in exaggerated slow motion.
Oh my goddddd…. My prince charming!
Awww… the perfect scene!
We collapsed into each other’s arms and leaned closer and closer…
And closer…
And closer some more…
And he began aiming for my lips…
“Kim Jaejoong!”
I jerked up, sitting upright in my chair as I finally noticed that the whole class consisting of 40 pairs of eyes staring back at me, wondering what am I doing. Almost immediately, all of them broke out in hysterical laughter. In a “unconscious” state, I wondered what they are laughing at, what’s so hilarious about it? Puzzled, I fished out my convenient Keroppi limited edition mirror and took a glance at myself.
My hair aren’t messy. My face are still as flawless as ever… no pimples, blackheads… and… hey no! My face turned red immediately when I saw a red patch on my left cheek. I must have been using my palm to support my head from falling on the table. I rubbed the position vigorously, mumbling something about ‘sorry’.
Glancing up, hoping the teacher would forgive me, instead he had paused his teaching to glare at me. Did I add the word ‘furiously’? “What are you doing Mr Kim Jaejoong?”
“Huh? Um…I…was…Er…”
“SLEEPING!” That came from my oh-so-terribly-annoying classmate who unfortunately sat right beside me. Why did I have such a horrible luck? I stared at him and made a mental note to jump and pouch on him later on after class. He is going to get it.
That idiotic Jung Yunho.
“Mr Kim?”
“Huh?”
The class laughed at me again for the second time. Was I really that hilarious? Maybe being a host of Star King is a bright future for me. Ha. “You’re getting detention, Kim Jaejoong. You’ll be painting the walls outside the hall, look for me after school today.”
My jaw must have dropped in the middle of his speech and the class must have been laughing how incredibly my mouth could open. The hall was enormous! It would have been a chore if I were to sweep it. But painting it? I’m going to faint the minute I had lift the brush. At that moment, I imagine Yunho turning into a chicken chop for me to savor. I grinned devilishly, enjoying the illusion of Yunho pleading me not to kill him. I swear I almost laughed out loud.
After much thought, I decided to pull Yunho away from his everyday basketball practices and help me with the painting of the oh-so enormous hall. Because, after all, he did have his big secret not-so-safe with me. I added a secretive smile.
“If you aren’t going with me, I’m gonna tell at assembly tomorrow!” Pulling him forcefully by the collar, he looked helplessly at me for a moment before he roughly yanked my hand away. Ow! That hurt!
“Tell for all you want. I don’t care.” He gave me a challenging look, as if testing my courage. He, Jung Yunho, testing my courage? Fat hope! But it was quite true after all… how would I be able to have that courage to speak over the microphone tomorrow?
But I’m not going to let him off, not that easily.
Clearing my throat loudly and on purpose, I cupped my palms over my mouth to create an imaginary speaker. “Listen up listen up!” that got a few people’s attention. “Jung Yunho is madly in love with Seu…” Feeling his huge hand over my mouth, I controlled the urge to bike as I pulled him away.
“Now… will you come with me?” I gave him a smirk.
“As long as you promise not to tell…” His irritated expression was something I would be able to remember as long as I lived. Muahahahaha! Jaejoong, the victorious one!
The Present (2009)
Kim Jaejoong was not victorious. At the end of everything, Yunho consumed a large part of my heart and now what was left was only the melancholic atmosphere in this damned bubble tea shop where my boyfriend had spent most of days here. Memories were too painful. Sometimes, I wondered why God gave us the gift to be able to remember. I just wanted to fall into this world of nothingness, where I could forget all the unhappiness and only remember the joyful times.
It was not all up to me to decide.
Slowly, a tear streamed down my cheeks, and then another, and another.
Why couldn’t I stop crying over him?