[FANFIC] On the way home
Title: On the way home
Author: ivysauur
Rating: PG-14 (Swearing)
Pairing: Yunjae/Yunho and Jaejoong
Genre: Fluff, AU, Humour, Romance
Length: 1/2
Warning: Not beta'd
Summary: He was usually sharp-tongued, rebellious and tough, but after meeting someone he
knew he would at one point of he life, he became timid, submissive (not sexually, at least) and speechless.
Only god knows why.
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Sometimes, there’s that one bully who has your number for reasons you still really can’t figure out. It’s like those mysterious questions about life that you suddenly remember or somehow forget, like ‘How the fuck does fate or karma work?’ I don’t know myself, and I don’t think anyone does. Not even those scientists who have nothing better to do with their lives. I mean, why would you be so bothered to perform experiments all the time? I was really sick of writing out reports and stuff at school, and I didn’t write a lot either. Eh. Whatever floats their boat. As I was saying…
We were walking home from school by the park we used to love, and when I say we, I mean my best friend and myself. We were both either about fifteen or sixteen that time. We weren’t expecting it (more like I wasn’t. I was the victim, and my so-called bestfriend was just…there). I remember him dragging me along by my school-bag without any warning what-so-ever. I didn’t even notice someone following us, but then and there, I knew, obviously. He pulled my bag back so forcefully that all the air in my lungs slipped out of me and my legs were screaming ‘malfunction!’ I can’t walk backwards anyway. I don’t think he realised that back then with that empty oversized cell inside his small-faced head. I turn my head back hesitantly and felt my breath hitch in my throat. That stupid back of a head was too familiar, and as much as I was annoyed, I didn’t speak. I just followed.
Even today, my submission towards him still puzzles me. It’s really hard to make any sense of that persistent expression of timidity I wore around him, because I’ve never seen such thing before he came along, or ever since then. It was like it was an expression I wore just for him, only for his eyes to see. I don’t think he noticed. But then again, nothing processed in that tiny brain of his. Not even…
Well, I wasn’t generally timid, you see. I was usually sharp-tongue, rebelled a lot, and recklessly involved in class-wars as was everyone else. I was usually the one was people avoided getting in to shit with, because whatever happens and it involves me, it would be the only thing that would slip out of peoples mouths for days, or weeks. Months later, I would hear the occasional murmurs of, “Hey, remember that fight between…” I wouldn’t have to linger for long to know what was going to spoken next. IT would take a bunch of idiots to not guess what would be said, but the world’s main ingredient is idiots anyway. Not that I’m an idiot, or anyone else I know, but you know what I mean.
I guess it really comes down to this one person you’re fated to meet in one point of your life; where there’s nothing between you except for that very weird desire for either one of you to hurt the other in any way possible and see you/them plead, dread, and show hatred. In simpler words, one of you is a sadist. Yes. Don’t laugh or frown. This is a serious topic. But at one point, both of you will see each other as someone you were meant to encounter, whether you like it or not. Like a catharsis. A baptism of fire. In case any of you is an idiot, what I just said literally means like.. a necessary experience in which one would have to go though to become whole, or somewhat stronger.
I don’t know which side would be better though, the victim or the bully, but one of you will be armed with well-honed compulsion and whatever else a sadist has, and one would give what the other thirsts for, fear, pain, and hatred.
I, for one, was the victim, and I have very mixed emotions about it.
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This was what I was talking about in the the author's note in chapter 5 of Solace.
My muse attacked me and I got down the first part. It's not much of a chapter, but it's not a prelude/prologue, or whatever. You know? Tell me how it is!
the next chapter is the full story, and it'll be one chapter, unless.....
See you soon! LOL
Author: ivysauur
Rating: PG-14 (Swearing)
Pairing: Yunjae/Yunho and Jaejoong
Genre: Fluff, AU, Humour, Romance
Length: 1/2
Warning: Not beta'd
Summary: He was usually sharp-tongued, rebellious and tough, but after meeting someone he
knew he would at one point of he life, he became timid, submissive (not sexually, at least) and speechless.
Only god knows why.
- ~ - ~ - ~
Sometimes, there’s that one bully who has your number for reasons you still really can’t figure out. It’s like those mysterious questions about life that you suddenly remember or somehow forget, like ‘How the fuck does fate or karma work?’ I don’t know myself, and I don’t think anyone does. Not even those scientists who have nothing better to do with their lives. I mean, why would you be so bothered to perform experiments all the time? I was really sick of writing out reports and stuff at school, and I didn’t write a lot either. Eh. Whatever floats their boat. As I was saying…
We were walking home from school by the park we used to love, and when I say we, I mean my best friend and myself. We were both either about fifteen or sixteen that time. We weren’t expecting it (more like I wasn’t. I was the victim, and my so-called bestfriend was just…there). I remember him dragging me along by my school-bag without any warning what-so-ever. I didn’t even notice someone following us, but then and there, I knew, obviously. He pulled my bag back so forcefully that all the air in my lungs slipped out of me and my legs were screaming ‘malfunction!’ I can’t walk backwards anyway. I don’t think he realised that back then with that empty oversized cell inside his small-faced head. I turn my head back hesitantly and felt my breath hitch in my throat. That stupid back of a head was too familiar, and as much as I was annoyed, I didn’t speak. I just followed.
Even today, my submission towards him still puzzles me. It’s really hard to make any sense of that persistent expression of timidity I wore around him, because I’ve never seen such thing before he came along, or ever since then. It was like it was an expression I wore just for him, only for his eyes to see. I don’t think he noticed. But then again, nothing processed in that tiny brain of his. Not even…
Well, I wasn’t generally timid, you see. I was usually sharp-tongue, rebelled a lot, and recklessly involved in class-wars as was everyone else. I was usually the one was people avoided getting in to shit with, because whatever happens and it involves me, it would be the only thing that would slip out of peoples mouths for days, or weeks. Months later, I would hear the occasional murmurs of, “Hey, remember that fight between…” I wouldn’t have to linger for long to know what was going to spoken next. IT would take a bunch of idiots to not guess what would be said, but the world’s main ingredient is idiots anyway. Not that I’m an idiot, or anyone else I know, but you know what I mean.
I guess it really comes down to this one person you’re fated to meet in one point of your life; where there’s nothing between you except for that very weird desire for either one of you to hurt the other in any way possible and see you/them plead, dread, and show hatred. In simpler words, one of you is a sadist. Yes. Don’t laugh or frown. This is a serious topic. But at one point, both of you will see each other as someone you were meant to encounter, whether you like it or not. Like a catharsis. A baptism of fire. In case any of you is an idiot, what I just said literally means like.. a necessary experience in which one would have to go though to become whole, or somewhat stronger.
I don’t know which side would be better though, the victim or the bully, but one of you will be armed with well-honed compulsion and whatever else a sadist has, and one would give what the other thirsts for, fear, pain, and hatred.
I, for one, was the victim, and I have very mixed emotions about it.
______________________________________________________
This was what I was talking about in the the author's note in chapter 5 of Solace.
My muse attacked me and I got down the first part. It's not much of a chapter, but it's not a prelude/prologue, or whatever. You know? Tell me how it is!
the next chapter is the full story, and it'll be one chapter, unless.....
See you soon! LOL