Jaejoong's Lyric Verse 8/?
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: PG-13
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: The KMF was great~~~~~
Verse Eight: Again
Book Cover | Movie Poster | Promo 1 |
J a e j o o n g ’ s L y r i c
V e r s e 8 : A g a i n
You look down at your cup of coffee, viewing your reflection upon it as you sit and ponder serenely. Your watch read 8:15-the perfect time for you to be sitting in the coffee shop. The café was silent, consisting of no one but you and the other two customers. You drink your bitter coffee indulgingly, not adding a hint of sugar in to contaminate the flawless taste.
Slowly, your thoughts bring you back to last night-the first night when the true Jaejoong was exposed to you. Despite of his stubborn and rebellious outer shell, inside, he was like any other person. His weak side was revealed to you with his tears, and you couldn’t help but feel your own sadness emerge as you embraced him tightly in your arms.
You take another sip, almost finishing the small cup. Recklessly, you spoon an amount of sugar into the dark liquid, experimenting as you stir it around. You bring the newly improved coffee to your lips-not to drink it, but only to taste it.
‘Not bad, not bad,’ you think. You could get used to sugar in your coffee. Instead of the same old bitter coffee, the sugar improved it-making the flavor stronger yet toning down the bitterness.
You shake your head. Who cares about coffee? You were a music producer! So why were you thinking all these strange and unreasonable thoughts?
To interrupt your opinions, the phone rings, its sound echoing through the whole café. You look at the number calling in, unable to recognize it as it flashes on the tiny screen. You flip up your phone, hold it to your ears, and prepare to talk to the anonymous caller.
“Yeobeoseyo?” You ask casually in your fluent Korean. “Who’s this calling?”
You could hear nothing but a slight laugh on the other line. However, the laugh seemed strangely familiar to you-like you’ve heard it somewhere before.
“This is Jung Yunho speaking.” You repeat, getting a bit impatient. “Is there anything wrong?”
After five seconds of awkward silence, the caller finally speaks up, his deep voice sounding through the receiver. “Yunho… I knew you would pick up.” He remarks, wit in his voice. “It’s been a long time…” He murmurs. “Are you missing me yet?”
It didn’t take long for you to remember who that voice belonged to. You remembered it clearly-how it spoke to you day and night years ago. It had been a length of five years before he had last spoken to you-and those years had seemed to take up forever. But now, once again, you were talking to him, bringing back the memories one by one.
Yoochun.
“Y-Y-Yoochun…?” You ask, unable to believe your ears. “I-is that you?”
“Who else would I be?” He asks, answering your obvious question. “It’s been a long time… Yunho.”
Your heart felt like it was ready to fly out of your ribcage. After what had seemed like forever, he finally came out of his shell, and came to talk to you.
“How are you?” He asks, as if talking to a stranger. “Is your life well?”
“Yes,” You tell him. “And you…?”
“I’m fine.” He tells you.
The way the two of you communicated were almost like strangers meeting for the first time. You hated the awkward words, and you hoped that you would change it after speaking to him a bit more.
“Would you mind meeting me somewhere?” He invites, his question clear and evident. “I happen to be in Seoul today, and I wouldn’t mind taking up some time to talk to you.”
You nod before you answer. “Of course,” you insist. You were more than eager to take a good look at him after five years. “Where are you right now?” You ask him.
“I’m currently downtown,” he answers. “I’m in the café where we always met years ago. Do you remember?” He inquires. “You should come.” He invites, almost impatient to meet you.
“I’m on my way.” You indicate, excitement in your voice. You close up your flip phone, and almost leap out of your seat to leave the coffee shop. The customers glare at your surprisingly, shocked at the amount of enthusiasm you had so early in the morning. You shortly find yourself in the driver’s seat of your car, starting the engine as you haul yourself onto the road to Yoochun.
What would he be thinking as you got there? What would he look like? Who would he be now? Would he be the same Yoochun you fell in love with? Of course he would-five years can’t completely change a person, right?
Your mind takes you back to the day he told you goodbye-when he finally moved to the U.S. for his new life. He told you he wanted to study abroad so he could achieve bigger dreams and live a bigger life. At first, you thought you could handle him leaving, but when it became the time to let him go, you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t. You just couldn’t let such an important person in your life leave and say goodbye.
He completed you.
Before you knew it, you arrived at the café Yoochun instructed you to go. In the past, the two of you would meet here every day after school, exchanging thoughts while you confidently spoke to each other. As you rested your eyes on the unique café, your heart skipped, taking your thoughts back to the past. Fond memories came back to you, each one haunting you as you stepped out of your car.
You shortly find yourself in the café, the dim light blending in with the faint smell of the coffee. It took a while before your eyes recognized Yoochun. You walked over to him bluntly, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting on it. He stares at you unresponsively, until finally, a faint smile lights up on his handsome face.
“Yunho… it’s been too long.”
You nod, agreeing to his silent comment timidly. “I missed you.” You tell him as you take a good look at him, noticing that his appearance had changed drastically.
His bleached hair was now dyed black, cut short to fit his elegant style. He had lost weight-his cheekbones now visible on his face. He wore a black T-shirt and dark jeans, making him look more mature and grown-up. You realized you weren’t staring into the eyes of a high school student anymore-instead, you saw an adult, flaunting his poise as your eyes lay on him.
You knew he felt the same way about you.
“I like your transformation.” You tell him, “you look mature now, Yoochun.”
“You too.” He tells you, his eyes looking down on his cup of coffee. “How’s your producer career going?” He curiously asks.
Horrible-you wanted to say, but you couldn’t. You didn’t want Yoochun to sympathize for you. After all these years, you didn’t want him to know how miserable your life was without him. You didn’t want him to know how weak and vulnerable you were. So instead, you put on a tough image for him-hoping to impress your old boyfriend.
“It’s going great.” You lie, feeling guilty as you said it. “What about you?” You ask.
“I’ve received a music degree from the University of Virginia.” He remarks, “I’m in Korea now to work for YG entertainment.”
You gasp. “YG?!” You ask. “You’re quite the lucky man!”
He nods, his smile becoming more evident as his teeth shows through his beautiful lips.
“So why are you in Seoul?” You wonder out loud, demanding Yoochun for an answer. “I thought the YG headquarters were located in Incheon.”
“I came back here because I wanted to visit you.” He explains. “I’ll be leaving for Incheon tomorrow.” A smile lights up on his face. “Sad I’m leaving so soon?”
You nod without further talking. Can you even say it? Can you even describe the feeling you had towards his previous goodbye? You didn’t need him to feel sorry for you-not after the burden you’ve caused him in these past years.
“Yunho.”
“Yes?” You answer.
“Do you still love me?”
Your heartbeat freezes, petrifying your body into utter shock as he asks, his words stable and serious. You don’t know how to answer-or what to think for that matter. You can only look ahead, into his handsome face and his genuine eyes.
“I don’t know.” You tell him. “Can I?” You think about Jaejoong, about the deep hole in your career that needed to be filled. Changmin would never allow you to love Yoochun again-not after he had strictly told you to love Jaejoong.
He snorts, his face becoming a bit upset. “What do you mean, ‘can I?’?” Then, a look of realization overpowers his face. “I see,” he realizes. “You’ve found someone to replace me, haven’t you?”
“NO!” You shout immediately, your voice echoing through the café. You were surprised at how well Yoochun could read your mind. Even after five years, he still knew exactly what you were thinking about.
“But… you’re moving to Incheon tomorrow.” You explain. “I don’t think now’s a good time to revive our relationship.”
He nods, his face on the side of indulgence. “I understand.” But his words were fake; he didn’t understand. He didn’t understand how remorse you felt when he left you. He didn’t understand how horrible your life was without him. Why couldn’t he understand? You knew why-because he doesn’t love you anymore.
He finishes his cup of coffee and elegantly places it on the table.
“You’ve changed, Yunho.” He tells you. “Too much.”
His words awake you, almost too suddenly.
“I have?” You ask.
“Yes,” he replies. “Your appearance might look the same… but I can tell, your whole mind has changed, hasn’t it?”
You sigh. “What exactly is so different about me?” You demand.
He looks stern, his expression reflecting the frown off your face. You don’t want to look at it-not when he has something negative to say to you.
“Everything.” He answers. “You don’t laugh anymore, you don’t joke anymore, and your eyes don’t sparkle anymore. You don’t even smile anymore.” He pauses and takes in a big breath. “You’re not the same Yunho as you were before… and that troubles me-a lot.”
You feel a rush of remorsefulness rush through you, its pain stinging at every nerve. “Why do you think that?” You ask with a frown on your face. “I’m still me-I’m still Yunho, I’m still the person you fell in love with.”
“Not to me, you aren’t.”
His words sting needles into your heart, making the melancholy in you rise above its level. The two of you sit in silence, neither one of you bothering to say a word to the other. You hated the awkward silence-especially when you had thousands to say, but was afraid to say it.
He rises up from his chair. “I’ll be leaving.” He says, his face embellishing into a frown. “Tell Changmin I said hi.”
He leaves his seat, a bit too rapidly for your taste, and then walks out of the coffee shop suddenly. You couldn’t find a nerve in your body to stop him. You could only sit there and watch him leave quietly. And even though you were afraid to admit it-you couldn’t help but concede it-you didn’t love Yoochun as much as you did before. A part of you outgrew him years ago. And as much as you hated yourself for thinking that, you still knew it was true.
Your obscure heartbeat subsided as your idiotic thoughts left you. It was mistake meeting Yoochun today-you were supposed to be at work hours ago. You sure hoped Jaejoong wouldn’t be angry at you after all this. You were in no mood to deal with his impatience today.
A sigh escapes your lips as you rise up from the chair. Once out of the café, you could do nothing but gaze upon the azure skies, only thinking of him. His face wouldn’t escape your eyes, and his voice couldn’t escape your ears. His spirit still lingered in you, waiting for a chance to daunt you to your death. It was typical of him-
Yoochun.
“You idiot, what took you so long?”
The tall man walking in had an exasperated expression on his face. He only looked at you once, before turning away and rolling his eyes towards the wall.
“Oh… I know why… you don’t know how to turn off an alarm clock, do you?”
He sighs at you, and ignores you again.
“Yunho! How could you be so stu-“
“Jaejoong, just shut up.”
You follow his command, shocked by his serious order. You would expect him to yell back at you-but today, it was different, he was in no mood to argue-or even talk to you for that matter. Following your instincts, you walk into the recording booth, and put the large headphones over your head without another word.
“Let’s start.” He tells you.
You clear your throat. “Okay.”
As you sang your song, you couldn’t help but notice a trace of doubt among Yunho’s face. You could see that his eyes were tired-fatigued, and it appeared as if something was deeply troubling him. What the hell could it be?
You hoped with all your heart that he would have the guts to tell you.
Hey guys~ I’m back!!! I stayed home from school for the second day, because of my throat infection. I think I scram too loud at the KMF… XD Now I have some trouble talking… >_< I hope my voice returns soon.
Oh~ by the way… the KMF was amazing! My friend even got to meet the boys back stage! I promised you guys pics, right? You can find my KMF post on my journal~ Please enjoy~
I gave you guys the fic, so it’s now the time for you guys to give me comments~ ^^ Even silent readers too!
~Cindy
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