Jaejoong's Lyric Verse 4/?
J a e j o o n g ’ s L y r i c
Author: love_cassiopeia (Cindy)
Summary: Jaejoong - a poor yet talented musician with an impossible dream. Yunho - An SM producer who could make Jaejoong’s unreal dream come true. They needed each other to succeed, and they were delighted they had met that magical day. But, will love get in the way of dreams? Will the two be captured by love rather than work? Only his song will tell.
Group: TVXQ/Dong Bang Shin Ki
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the five members, I’m simply borrowing them.
Warnings: This is YunJae... meaning that it's Yaoi... or Shounen Ai. If you do not enjoy these types of fanfictions, please leave and ignore this entry. There’s lots of Angst, and it is rated NC-17.
Genre: Romance/Angst/Yaoi
Pairings: YunJae | YunChun (To-You)
Note: I’m sorry for such a late update~ school was really busy! Argghh… school is trying to separate me from writing YunJae~~ T_T Anyways… enjoy!
Verse Four: Interruptions
Book Cover | Movie Poster
J a e j o o n g ’ s L y r i c
V e r s e F o u r : I n t e r r u p t i o n s
He wants to make my dream come true, huh?
You hastily jump onto your bed as you arrive back at your undersized apartment. You could feel the rhythm of mattress, springing melodically onto your small figure as you lay there - your energy completely drained out from you. Exhaustion and fatigue filled your body, making you sigh heavily. The grave events that had taken place today left your mind confused and worn-out, making your eyelids droop before you. However, you couldn’t help but feel pleased, as you realize your success in the audition today.
"Yunho." You mutter his name as you close your eyes, revealing yourself only to the darkness. A picture of him appears before you, smiling at you, slyly attempting to lull you to sleep. ‘You could be friends with him,’ you assume recklessly. It was far too effortless to make this one work.
To your dismay, the telephone rings, interrupting your trail of ridiculously long thoughts for the producer. You pick it up, only to reveal the caller-ID of your long known friend, Junsu. Out of all the times he could have called, he chose now to disrupt you from your long deserved sleep. "Idiot Junsu." You mutter into the air. The nerve of that guy!
"Yes, what is it now, Junsu?" You drone soullessly. A strong urge to end the call quickly eventually overcame you. Rest was the most valuable thing tonight.
You could hear nothing but silence from the other end of the phone. You sigh. "Junsu, are you there?"
…
"OH MY GOD!!!!!"
Wow, finally, an explosion. Go figure.
You roll your eyes. "What are you trying to do, kill me?" you mock into the white wireless phone with an irritated tone. "Junsu… no offence… but you need to lower your voice level a bit… along with that enthusiasm of yours."
"Dude, Jaejoong, don’t be such a party-blooper!" He replies. "I mean… the only reason why I called you was to congratulate you on the good news!"
"What good news?" You ask curiously. Was there possibly something you had missed?
"Jaejoong! Don’t tell me you don’t know!"
You shake your head. "Will you get to the point?!"
It was absolutely normal for the two of you to have conflicts like these. Junsu was the complete opposite of you, always thrilled, excited, and enthusiastic. You had no idea why a down to earth guy like yourself had become friends with a wild maniac.
You could hear him exhale from his side of the phone. "Seriously Jaejoong." He begins. "Think about it, did anything good…perhaps, miraculous, happen to you today?’
Thoughts ran through your head as you slowly begin to remember the audition earlier today. Your argument with Junsu almost made you forget about the process. He would have to pay for this one.
"You mean the audition?" You ask, innocently. You knew it was.
"Jae, don’t be innocent, of course it’s the audition!" You’re surprised at how well Junsu knows you. "Changmin told me all about you! He also says that the vocal specialist, Jung Yunho likes you a lot! Did you know he wants to become your manager?"
Your heart leaps as you hear his name. "That’s great news, right? I had a chance to talk to him today. He’s such a great guy!"
You could almost see Junsu’s agitated look through the phone. "Don’t start bragging about your future producer! He’s nothing compared to Changmin!" You could taste the raw bitterness in Junsu’s harsh words. "Changmin is the best! Despite his age, the guy’s a genius! I mean… look at all the awards he’s received over the years! He’s just amazing!"
You roll your eyes. "Yeah, yeah… I kn-"
"Yeah! He’s also written so many hits over the years, most of which won awards! Such a talented guy! Oh… and did I mention how young he is? I mean, he’s even younger than me…" You become unfocused as his sentence continues. When did Junsu become so talkative? Must’ve been when he got accepted into SM. Whatever, you could care less.
Your eyes lead you over to the pile of forms lying on your desk. There must have been at least a dozen in the folder. You pick the first one up, only to reveal your first assignment.
"Junsu…" You interrupt his talking without hesitation.
"What is it?" He asks, finally bringing his meaningless rants to a stop.
"Wanna help with me something?"
The expensive black leather shoes leads you out of your car, and into the lighted streets of Seoul. Seoul was truly a beautiful city at night, with sparkly buildings, riverside parks, and spiffy night clubs. There were dozens of places to get drunk, most of which you recognized from your high school days, and karaoke bars for the wannabe singers. You sigh heavily into the crisp autumn air, letting out all of your despair and boredom. You weren’t going to visit any of these places today.
Instead, your parents insisted that you would have dinner with them at a fancy French Restaurant. They notified that they had wanted to talk to you, which made you a bit nervous and afraid. You arrive at the door of the restaurant, meeting the eyes of a young female waitress. She takes out an ink pen and a hard-cover booklet while staring into your eyes with kindness. "Hello there. Welcome to La Madeleine!" She speaks politely in a fluent French accent. "Do you have a reservation?
You nod to answer her question. You were definitely not in the mood to be flirting tonight.
"Last name, please? She asks curiously.
"Jung." You reply, looking up at the foundation of the restaurant. A rather large sign hung on its door, saying the words La Madeleine in a fancy Western script. Underneath the main title was a subtitle, reading the words Gourmet French Restaurant. Specializing in Seafood and Pastries. You roll your eyes - you could care less about what kind of food you ate. Besides, you were a vocal judge, not a food critic.
The young waitress uses her pen as a guide to lead her eyes down the booklet. Her face lights up as she sees your name.
"Jung Yunho." She mutters. She picks up another smaller booklet. "Right this way."
You follow her into the fancy French Restaurant, once again observing your surroundings. It was dim, only lit by a few chandeliers in each room. Rich business men with their company friends sat on one end of the restaurant, while the other end filled with rich families and couples. You absent-mindedly wonder why your parents had interrupted your everyday life again to host another one of their “family gatherings." You certainly hope you weren’t in trouble like the last time you attended one of these.
As you reach the near-end of the restaurant, you see your mother, father, and sister seated in a rather large table. They hadn’t ordered any food yet, and they looked fairly impatient as your eyes met theirs.
"Hello, my name is Kim Jiyeon, and I will be your waitress today." The young woman that led you to your seat pulls out your chair, and motions you to sit down. "If you need anything, please call me over and I will be glad to assist you."
You nod along with your family. She leaves another menu for you, and walks the other direction to the crowded restaurant.
"What took you so long?" Your sister Yoona looks up from her menu at you, her face tainted with irritation. "Yunho, you’re half an hour late!"
You glare at her as you sit down at the table. "Well, excuse me! It’s not my fault that you have problems with your patience!"
Yoona looks as if she’s ready to kill you. "What did you say? I have problems?" She throws her menu onto the table. "At least I’m not the one who threw away my life to become a music producer!"
"Stop fighting already!" Your father breaks up your mindless conversation. "Help us order, Yunho."
You nod. "Why not?" You say, sarcastically. "Like I’m a specialist in French food."
"Yunho, stop it!" This time, your mother interrupts. "What’s gotten into you?"
You sigh. You couldn’t argue with your mother, you just couldn’t. She was the one that had raised you, cared for you, and taught you all the things you knew now. She was the one in the family who you looked up to most. Starting a conflict with her just wouldn’t be necessary.
You look back onto the menu. You have never seen so much French words in your life. How could you possibly order something that you couldn’t even pronounce?
"Coq au vin" Your father suggests. "What about that?"
"I don’t even know what that is… how am I supposed to give an opinion?" Yoona mocks, her face highly lifted.
"It’s a fairly popular French dish." Your father replies. "Why don’t we give it a try?"
You agree. "It doesn’t hurt to try, right?" You scan over the words coq au vin on the menu. "Dad, do you think you’re pronouncing it right?"
"I have no idea." He answers, a laugh added into his sentence. You loved it when his humor kicked in. Your father was usually a serious man, being a lawyer and an attorney. Having him laugh and smile made you feel different about him. Tonight, he felt like a father.
I can get through this. You tell yourself. It was going smoothly up until now. There would be no unnecessary conflicts like the last time.
Well… that’s what you thought.
The waitress named Jiyeon eventually arrives at your table with four plates of salad (or, "appetizer," as they called it). This would be the first course of your meal, and it would serve its purpose of preparing your taste buds for the main course. You thought this was completely unnecessary, and just a waste of money and time. People your age never ate like this, and they preferred not to.
Your father takes a small bite from the colorful salad, and looks up at you with curiosity. "So Yunho…" His voice becomes smooth as his sentence trails off. "Tell me, why were you so late today?"
"Oooh…Yunho…have you finally found yourself a girlfriend?" Yoona asks suspiciously. "That must explain the late arrival!"
"How old is she? Is she pretty?" This time, your mother cuts in, a silly grin on her face. "Do you happen to have a picture of her?" She asks. "May I see it?"
Your mother’s amusing words spark a conversation for the three family members. They chat along, making false assumptions and statements. You could do nothing but listen, wanting to stop them as they continued talking and laughing.
"Oh, I can’t wait to see her!"
"Is she even pregnant yet?"
"Yunho…I didn’t know you were such a player!"
A heavy sigh overcomes you. There was nothing you hated more than your family discussing something that was absolutely untrue. No, you had no girlfriend, and you absolutely didn’t want one. All you wanted to do at the moment was to become successful. You had no such time for relationships and affairs. Instead, you wanted to write songs, hear amazing voices, and see dreams come true right before your very eyes.
Love just wasn’t in the equation for your goals right now.
"Y-you guys, you have it all wrong!"
Your whole family turns to face you, their faces painted with disappointment. You shake your head at them, notifying that their wild assumptions would eventually lead them to trouble. "So...she's not pregnant?" Yoona asks innocently. The excited expression on her face was replaced by a frown.
"OF COURSE NOT!” It was so hard to knock some sense into your sister these days. "There was no girlfriend to begin with! Understand?"
"There wasn't?" Your mother questions, her face a bit down. "Aw…"
"Then why are you so late?" Your father carries a suspicious face. "There must be another explanation, right?"
You exhale, wondering how to handle this one. You didn't want to bring up the subject of work in front of your parents, yet you also didn't want to lie. After long moments of pondering and consideration, you decide to tell them the truth.
"Well...actually, I was in luck today.” You explain, starting off slowly at first. "I've finally found someone eligible from the auditions! His name is Jaejoong, and he's a wonderful vocalist. I was planning out some things with him, and also explaining the fact that I wanted to be his manager! Isn't that great news?"
An unexpected silence stretches between the four of you, knocking a negative vibe into the atmosphere. Your father glares at you, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety. You knew it - you had done it again. You had made the same mistake as last time, and you strongly regretted not lying.
"I see...so you were working again." He speaks without any emotion in his voice. You knew this part of your father - and you didn't like it one bit. Out of all the things you could've done, you had to do this. You just had to bring out the negative side of your father.
"I've told you thousands of times…"He says. "Your life would've been a lot easier if you became a lawyer."
"But Dad-"
"But no, Yunho. Do you expect to succeed in such a difficult industry? The entertainment business changes - and there's no reason why they can't change you for someone better." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "You picked the wrong job, and now you're stuck, working your butt off and not once succeeding. Do you expect to live on like this?"
Your family quiets down, releasing a hint of bitterness into the air. Your father's words have stung, making a deep hole in the middle of your heart.
"You're wrong." You tell him.
He laughs at your words. "I'm wrong? Am I the one working until midnight in a deserted skyscraper? Am I the one drinking then cups of coffee to keep myself awake? And what for? Music? Music is nothing but money in disguise. Are you wasting your life away just chase a mere fantasy?"
"I'm not! I've already found it! I've found myself a singer who can make me successful!" You yell back at him, correcting his wrongly said words. "He'll help me succeed. Just wait and see."
Your father stands up, slamming his hands onto the round table. Eyes of others positioned themselves to look at your father, curious of what would happen next. He looks like he's ready to lecture you, and he appeared completely frightening. But in his eyes, you could swear you saw a hint of sadness.
"Honey, calm down." Your mother puts her delicate hands on your father's broad shoulders. "He's only twenty-one, don't treat him like an adult yet.”
"But I raised him! I should have the right to decide his future! Do you sincerely think he's happy right now? He basically threw away his life just to work in SM! Is that a successful future for him?"
Your mother, along with your sister shake their heads, doubt written on their faces. "He's right.” Yoona agrees. "You've made a big mistake, Yunho."
This time, you stand up, once again attracting the glares of the other customers. You couldn't tolerate this any more. You couldn't bear to hear another world come out from your father's mouth.
"Maybe it really was a mistake." You remark with confidence. "But it was one I was glad to make." You push your chair aside and stomp away from the table. You could hear your mother's voice, desperately yelling after you. You ignore her arrogantly, and continue making your way out of the restaurant.
As you finally arrive outside, you could feel your eyes glassing up with tears. You wipe them away hastily, stubbornly telling yourself to stop crying. But as you replayed your father's sour words, you could do nothing but allow your tears to regretfully fall down your face.
Music? Music is nothing but money in disguise. Are you wasting your life away just chase a mere fantasy?
He was wrong. Even though he denied it, he was wrong. Music wasn't money, and it definitely wasn't a fantasy. His false interpretations were completely off, and it made you sick just to think of his bizarre words.
Only a few in the world really understood what music was.
It was magic.
Hey there~ I apologize greatly for the delay. School work was just killing me this week! Luckily, I finished it all, it was a long chapter~
This chapter was a bit rushed… I’m sorry to say. It was long… but rushed. If you find any mistakes, please let me know. I would be glad to correct them!
I’m so glad to go to the Hollywood Bowl! My friends an I plan to sit in section E. Seats 14-3, 14-5, and 14-7. Is anyone else planning to sit anywhere close to that?
And also, do you guys like my new layout? XD
Please comment! I would like to hear from my silent readers as well~
~Cindy
Chance | Sing | Conversation | Interruptions | Spark