Fix You
Title: Fix You
Length: Chaptered
Author:ladygaffes
Genre: Romance, Angst,
Pairing: YooSu
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys and the plot was inspired by Cold play's Fix you
Warning: unbeta-ed, a lot of grammar mistakes. if some is volunteering to beta it i'll be glad.
Summary: while his best friend Yoochun tells him "No one can beat the great Junsu in anything he does" Gook Soo his boyfriend tells him "Baby, don’t put too much hope so you won't be disappointed when you'll be told you didn't get the role"
Who Junsu should believe?
1.1 When you try your best, but you don't succeed.
Junsu was sweating buckets now, not only because he run all the way from the bus station to the 17th floor of the biggest entertainment companies' building; running is nothing for him
He's a great athlete, his best friend Yoochun always told him that.
"No one can beat the great Junsu in anything he does" And Junsu believes in Yoochun more than he believes in himself.
Actually, the sweat is caused by his anxiety and the fear of failing. Last Wednesday he participated in the try out for a musical called “Elisabeth”, he auditioned for the role of Luigi Lucheni, the Italian anarchist that will kill the Heroine.
Last night he was called by the casting director, she didn’t say much except that he must be there at 4:00PM to know the result. So basically he doesn’t know yet if he passed the tests or not. He heard from some “regular” the company calls for all the participants even if they didn’t succeed to tell them exactly what went wrong as a way to help them improve in the future.
"Fuck" he's trying his hardest to stay optimistic by repeating Yoochun's last words when he dropped him at the train station this morning.
"Listen Junsu, you got an amazing voice, one of the best that I've ever heard in my entire life. You know that I love music and that I travelled to many countries and went to a lot of concerts in each of them but I still can assure you that you are in my top 3 greatest artist list. I’m majoring in music so you should be honored by my praise. But seriously you did great during the audition and I believe they'll entrust a role to you"
A smile was drawn on Junsu face at the memory; his best friend always cheers him up even if he's not with him. But then he remembered Gook Soo; he's boyfriend’s words.
«Baby, don’t put too much hope so you won't be disappointed when you'll be told you didn't get the role. Remember when you were so sure you'll be the school's football team's captain but couldn't because you were stupid enough to injure yourself the day before the competitions. And all those auditions you took but just got tiny roles. Concentrate more on your studies and forget about this hobby, and most of all stop listening to your stupid friend, you'll get nowhere with him trust me"
Suddenly Junsu felt out of place, Gook Suk was probably right, how can he be stupid again and think that he'll succeed this time? He’ll fail in this audition like he did on all the other ones. Fortunately a buzzing sound woke him from his daydream, more like a "day mare".
It a text from Yoochun
“Gook Soo is probably talking to you on the phone trying to reassure you. I’ll just send you this text. You’re probably sweating, fidgeting on your seat and trying to over analyze everything that happen around you. So take a big intake and exhale okay, now listen you’re a great artist, you did well and I believe in you. Got that? I’ll be waiting for your call at night to fill me with details. I believe in you champ Fighting V (^_^) V”
And just like that the smile came back.
“Mr. Kim Junsu?” a petite lady was in the middle of the room trying to figure out which of them is Kim Junsu, so he stood up and bowed to her.
“Please come this way, the director is waiting for you” she didn’t give him time to emit a sound and disappeared into a door. He took a big inhale and exhale and followed her in.
“Oh Mr. Kim, it’s nice to meet you again. How have you been?” it was the Korean director but Sylvester Levay was there too and that made Junsu even more nervous.
“F-fine thank you, sir” Junsu couldn’t utter another word, he was paralyzed.
“So Mr. Kim we’re here so we can have a little briefing about your audition and points out your force and weakness. Are you ready?” the tone was equal, strict no variation which means no emotion could be revealed to Junsu who responded with a nod and an obviously forced smile.
“So, I and Mr. Levay had watched your performance very closely and here is no doubt you are talented. You have a great voice and you seem to have the basics and with hard work you’ll have all what a musical singer needs to pierce in that field” Junsu is now sweating more, and the fake smile is disappearing bit by bit.
“Regarding you’re interpretation of Luigi Lucheni, you were good in trying to translate the words into expressions and feelings but it’s more about your face and your look, they neither reflect those of a person who may advocates the abolition of government and a social system based on voluntary cooperation nor those of a person who causes disorder or upheaval as the definition of anarchistic is put on the dictionary”
Junsu is still nodding fervently, punctuating each of the director’s sentences, as if to tell him that he understands and that he had the same point of you as him. But Junsu didn’t is lost, at some point he understood that he failed again and now he’s brain stop even trying to hear what the director is saying. All he hears is; I need to go home in repeat. He only came back to reality when he heard his name called by the director.
“So Mr. Kim those are the reason why we choose another candidate to portrait the character” the directors eyes diverted to the door before he adds, “if you’ll excuse me it seems that they need me, I’ll let Mr. Levay continue” he stood up, shook Junsu’s hand hurriedly and exited the room thru the same door Junsu came from.
Junsu diverted his gaze to support Mr. Levay’s one, he was on the verge of crying but he won’t let it show, he’ll bear it for few more seconds and just go home. The fact that Junsu didn’t understand English helped a lot for maintaining this calm façade because he was sure if he heard that he was good but not enough for them he’ll break down literally. But even with his little to no knowledge of English he could catch the “I’m sorry», «not chosen”, “Luigi Lucheni”, “you’ll do better” and “Thank you”.
For Junsu the last one was a clue, he stood up and bowed deeply to the world famous composer muttering a heavily accented thank you and then left with hurried steps that turned into a run when he reached the stairs.
Junsu didn’t know how he reached home, after fidgeting with his keys he could finally enter his apartment where he almost knock into his boyfriend. The latter was leaving the house apparently.
“Oh Junsu, you’re home already?” he asked while wearing his shoes, Junsu couldn’t’ find his voice he just hummed an uh.
“So how did it go? You didn’t get the role” another uh was heard but quieter this time.
“I hate to tell you this but I told you. Now you need to concentrate on you studies and me” he was struggling with the other pair of shoes now when he wore it correctly he approached Junsu and gave him a peck on the lips before walking past him to the door.
“I’m going out baby, I promised some friends we’ll go out tonight. Don’t wait for me cause I’ll be late” and then he’s gone.
Junsu felt all the energy slip from his body as he falls on his knees, the tears started pulling down his cheeks like a river in few seconds. He felt abandoned. In a reflex his took out his phone and pressed the short cut to his best friend number. Yoochun is N° 1 on his phone list.
After one ring the phone was picked up
“Hi Su, how was it?” Yoochun’s voice sounds worried.
Junsu couldn’t talk; he was beating down his lips with so much force that he was sure he’ll soon rip it.
“Su, baby what happened? Please talk to me; you’re scaring me right now” but that still didn’t get any response from Junsu.
“I’ll be at your house in 10 minutes, and you better be there” Yoochun hang up then, even after hearing the annoying beeps Junsu didn’t put away the phone. He couldn’t he was still hanging unto Yoochun’s warm voice.
“Junsu, Junsu open the door” Junsu was woken up from his deep thoughts by Yoochun’s banging at his door. How much time has passed? How did Yoochun manage to come this fast? With fumbling legs Junsu dragged himself till he reached the door.
The moment he saw his best friend uncontrollable sobs rocked his body so violently that anyone who sees him would think that he was feeling cold. He felt pathetic and insignificant, even his legs refused to support him as he felt them giving up on him. But before he could touch the floor strong arms encircled his frail frame, it wasn’t until he was clasped closely to Yoochun’s embrace that he realized he really felt cold and an urgent need to close his eyes.
And that’s what he did; even Yoochun’s pleading calls for him to stay with him and not lose his conscience were ignored.
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Length: Chaptered
Author:ladygaffes
Genre: Romance, Angst,
Pairing: YooSu
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys and the plot was inspired by Cold play's Fix you
Warning: unbeta-ed, a lot of grammar mistakes. if some is volunteering to beta it i'll be glad.
Summary: while his best friend Yoochun tells him "No one can beat the great Junsu in anything he does" Gook Soo his boyfriend tells him "Baby, don’t put too much hope so you won't be disappointed when you'll be told you didn't get the role"
Who Junsu should believe?
1.1 When you try your best, but you don't succeed.
Junsu was sweating buckets now, not only because he run all the way from the bus station to the 17th floor of the biggest entertainment companies' building; running is nothing for him
He's a great athlete, his best friend Yoochun always told him that.
"No one can beat the great Junsu in anything he does" And Junsu believes in Yoochun more than he believes in himself.
Actually, the sweat is caused by his anxiety and the fear of failing. Last Wednesday he participated in the try out for a musical called “Elisabeth”, he auditioned for the role of Luigi Lucheni, the Italian anarchist that will kill the Heroine.
Last night he was called by the casting director, she didn’t say much except that he must be there at 4:00PM to know the result. So basically he doesn’t know yet if he passed the tests or not. He heard from some “regular” the company calls for all the participants even if they didn’t succeed to tell them exactly what went wrong as a way to help them improve in the future.
"Fuck" he's trying his hardest to stay optimistic by repeating Yoochun's last words when he dropped him at the train station this morning.
"Listen Junsu, you got an amazing voice, one of the best that I've ever heard in my entire life. You know that I love music and that I travelled to many countries and went to a lot of concerts in each of them but I still can assure you that you are in my top 3 greatest artist list. I’m majoring in music so you should be honored by my praise. But seriously you did great during the audition and I believe they'll entrust a role to you"
A smile was drawn on Junsu face at the memory; his best friend always cheers him up even if he's not with him. But then he remembered Gook Soo; he's boyfriend’s words.
«Baby, don’t put too much hope so you won't be disappointed when you'll be told you didn't get the role. Remember when you were so sure you'll be the school's football team's captain but couldn't because you were stupid enough to injure yourself the day before the competitions. And all those auditions you took but just got tiny roles. Concentrate more on your studies and forget about this hobby, and most of all stop listening to your stupid friend, you'll get nowhere with him trust me"
Suddenly Junsu felt out of place, Gook Suk was probably right, how can he be stupid again and think that he'll succeed this time? He’ll fail in this audition like he did on all the other ones. Fortunately a buzzing sound woke him from his daydream, more like a "day mare".
It a text from Yoochun
“Gook Soo is probably talking to you on the phone trying to reassure you. I’ll just send you this text. You’re probably sweating, fidgeting on your seat and trying to over analyze everything that happen around you. So take a big intake and exhale okay, now listen you’re a great artist, you did well and I believe in you. Got that? I’ll be waiting for your call at night to fill me with details. I believe in you champ Fighting V (^_^) V”
And just like that the smile came back.
“Mr. Kim Junsu?” a petite lady was in the middle of the room trying to figure out which of them is Kim Junsu, so he stood up and bowed to her.
“Please come this way, the director is waiting for you” she didn’t give him time to emit a sound and disappeared into a door. He took a big inhale and exhale and followed her in.
“Oh Mr. Kim, it’s nice to meet you again. How have you been?” it was the Korean director but Sylvester Levay was there too and that made Junsu even more nervous.
“F-fine thank you, sir” Junsu couldn’t utter another word, he was paralyzed.
“So Mr. Kim we’re here so we can have a little briefing about your audition and points out your force and weakness. Are you ready?” the tone was equal, strict no variation which means no emotion could be revealed to Junsu who responded with a nod and an obviously forced smile.
“So, I and Mr. Levay had watched your performance very closely and here is no doubt you are talented. You have a great voice and you seem to have the basics and with hard work you’ll have all what a musical singer needs to pierce in that field” Junsu is now sweating more, and the fake smile is disappearing bit by bit.
“Regarding you’re interpretation of Luigi Lucheni, you were good in trying to translate the words into expressions and feelings but it’s more about your face and your look, they neither reflect those of a person who may advocates the abolition of government and a social system based on voluntary cooperation nor those of a person who causes disorder or upheaval as the definition of anarchistic is put on the dictionary”
Junsu is still nodding fervently, punctuating each of the director’s sentences, as if to tell him that he understands and that he had the same point of you as him. But Junsu didn’t is lost, at some point he understood that he failed again and now he’s brain stop even trying to hear what the director is saying. All he hears is; I need to go home in repeat. He only came back to reality when he heard his name called by the director.
“So Mr. Kim those are the reason why we choose another candidate to portrait the character” the directors eyes diverted to the door before he adds, “if you’ll excuse me it seems that they need me, I’ll let Mr. Levay continue” he stood up, shook Junsu’s hand hurriedly and exited the room thru the same door Junsu came from.
Junsu diverted his gaze to support Mr. Levay’s one, he was on the verge of crying but he won’t let it show, he’ll bear it for few more seconds and just go home. The fact that Junsu didn’t understand English helped a lot for maintaining this calm façade because he was sure if he heard that he was good but not enough for them he’ll break down literally. But even with his little to no knowledge of English he could catch the “I’m sorry», «not chosen”, “Luigi Lucheni”, “you’ll do better” and “Thank you”.
For Junsu the last one was a clue, he stood up and bowed deeply to the world famous composer muttering a heavily accented thank you and then left with hurried steps that turned into a run when he reached the stairs.
Junsu didn’t know how he reached home, after fidgeting with his keys he could finally enter his apartment where he almost knock into his boyfriend. The latter was leaving the house apparently.
“Oh Junsu, you’re home already?” he asked while wearing his shoes, Junsu couldn’t’ find his voice he just hummed an uh.
“So how did it go? You didn’t get the role” another uh was heard but quieter this time.
“I hate to tell you this but I told you. Now you need to concentrate on you studies and me” he was struggling with the other pair of shoes now when he wore it correctly he approached Junsu and gave him a peck on the lips before walking past him to the door.
“I’m going out baby, I promised some friends we’ll go out tonight. Don’t wait for me cause I’ll be late” and then he’s gone.
Junsu felt all the energy slip from his body as he falls on his knees, the tears started pulling down his cheeks like a river in few seconds. He felt abandoned. In a reflex his took out his phone and pressed the short cut to his best friend number. Yoochun is N° 1 on his phone list.
After one ring the phone was picked up
“Hi Su, how was it?” Yoochun’s voice sounds worried.
Junsu couldn’t talk; he was beating down his lips with so much force that he was sure he’ll soon rip it.
“Su, baby what happened? Please talk to me; you’re scaring me right now” but that still didn’t get any response from Junsu.
“I’ll be at your house in 10 minutes, and you better be there” Yoochun hang up then, even after hearing the annoying beeps Junsu didn’t put away the phone. He couldn’t he was still hanging unto Yoochun’s warm voice.
“Junsu, Junsu open the door” Junsu was woken up from his deep thoughts by Yoochun’s banging at his door. How much time has passed? How did Yoochun manage to come this fast? With fumbling legs Junsu dragged himself till he reached the door.
The moment he saw his best friend uncontrollable sobs rocked his body so violently that anyone who sees him would think that he was feeling cold. He felt pathetic and insignificant, even his legs refused to support him as he felt them giving up on him. But before he could touch the floor strong arms encircled his frail frame, it wasn’t until he was clasped closely to Yoochun’s embrace that he realized he really felt cold and an urgent need to close his eyes.
And that’s what he did; even Yoochun’s pleading calls for him to stay with him and not lose his conscience were ignored.
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