Look at me (1/?)
Title: Look at me (1/?)
Author: lucifertimes (Lucifer)
Genre(s): slight angst, AU, drama (for now)
Rating(s): PG-13-NC-17 (possibly)
Length: Chaptered
Warning(s): Character death, rape
Summary: A bet. It was the first thing that fueled the whole thing. But when Yunho realized his mistake a little too late, what will he do if Jaejoong becomes a little too out of reach?
A/N: A cliché and overused plot with a surprising, shocking, le-gasping twist. Yeah :3
‘Dude, Yunho, he’s looking at you again.’
Yunho’s head snapped up upon the sentence, and turning to face Seunghyun with a full mouth of carbonara stripes and mushrooms, he asked, ‘Where? Who?’ The younger teenager nudged his chin towards the figure who was sitting a few tables away from them, whose black orbs bore into Yunho’s soul. When the culprit was caught, he instantly turned his face away, unable to meet the other’s eyes. Yunho didn’t know why, but he felt annoyed.
Yunho growled, after swallowing the contents in his mouth. ‘Ignore the kid.’
Yoochun, who had been listening into the conversation the whole time, raised an eyebrow. ‘Dude, come on. He’s been your friend for like, what? Ten, twelve years? Give him a break. You’re just gonna turn away from the guy who supported you for basically more than half of your life just because he turned out to be gay?’
Yunho scowled at his friend. ‘Chun, you know how much I hate homosexuals.’
‘-And how much you love Jaejoong-’
‘-as a friend though that friendship is now broken thanks to his confession. So the conclusion is that what had happened is his fault,’ Yunho said. And before Yoochun could retaliate, the older one snapped. ‘Shut up, Chun.’ Said boy shrugged.
On the other hand, Hyunjoong looked deep in thought. And when an idea suddenly formed in his mind, he smirked and ushered Yoochun and Seunghyun for a quick discussion, isolating Yunho, who only frowned upon his friends’ treatment towards him.
But just as he opened his lips to speak, Hyunjoong caught the chance first. ‘Let’s make a deal.’
Yunho smirked. ‘Bring it on.’
Jaejoong’s POV
I was walking down the hall after recess, thinking about how much I screwed up by revealing the truth. People would look at me, sometimes in pity, but most of them would just outright express their disgust. Either way, I didn’t like it.
But if those were just what happened, then I would have been fine. But…
Yunho.
He was the reason I confessed in the first place. I’d been in love with well before we reached the age of puberty, and even though he would always show a public affection towards girls only, in the back of my mind, there was still that one, small faint voice that whispered to me that maybe, just maybe-he would feel the same way.
Apparently, and most unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.
So here I am, blinking back tears of sadness and longing, trying to distract myself with random thoughts as I fast-pacmy steps as I found myself nearing my desired destination. When I saw the familiar picture of the mahogany door with a sign that said ‘Art Room’ nailed onto it, a smile had unconsciously crept up my face, and my legs suddenly jumped and ran towards the room.
It had only taken a few long strides for me to get to the room. Beaming, I walked inside, only to squeal inwardly in delight when I saw that it was empty, save of course, for the shelves of books and books and the furniture that complemented the air of art. I could practically smell the crushed lead and paint that floated in the air, giving the room a somewhat cozy feel.
When I finally finished admiring the overall picture, I went to one of the blue-and-white beanbags on a corner of the room and plopped myself down on the squishy object, wiggling my butt a bit before getting completely comfortable with my position. When I decided that I was in just the right pose, I took out my sketchbook and started drawing.
My fingers moved with a will of their own. They held the mechanical pencil delicately, as if it would break if a bigger force were to be applied. My hand danced across the blank canvas, the picture in my mind slowly but beautifully coming to life on the once blank, piece of paper.
Accomplishment was one word to describe how I felt when I finished the portrait. I held it out in arm’s length and examined it. My eyes scanned over the drawing, taking in the big and little details, the neat and messy sketches, and the smooth and coarse lines, making sure that it was just perfect.
When I felt satisfied, I could feel a blush forming on my cheeks as my face suddenly got hot. The drawing was actually a picture of Yunho smiling-in fact, it was the twelfth picture I drew of only him, his pearly whites shining in the Sun as he just scored his team’s second goal. However, where the other cheering team players were, only air filled their spaces. I couldn’t bear to include them, when the only sight that I want to forever worship was Yunho himself. I placed an awkward kiss on the picture-Yunho’s forehead, becoming even redder as I did so. Soon after, I pulled back and hugged the drawing to my chest. And without realizing it, I began to sing.
‘Haruedo myeot beonssik neol bomyeo useo nan,
Su baek beon malhaetjanha you're the love of my life.
Geojitdoen sesang sok buranhan nae mamsok
Ojik na mitneun geon neo hana ppunirago-’
However, before I could go into the refrain, the sound of the door creaking open rang through my ears, the soft whisper appearing like a booming thunder to my eardrums, and without wasting even a millisecond, I flipped close my sketchbook and hastily stuffed it into my bagpack. It was already one thing to have your best friend-ex-best friend, I reluctantly corrected myself-hate you because you were gay but it was another to have him hate you even more because you were gay and in love with him.
Without looking up, I stood clumsily, all the while avoiding eye contact with the stranger, not even having a decent out-of-the-corner-of-the-eye glance, before I grabbed my bag and headed outside, head down throughout the whole thing.
End of Jaejoong’s POV
Author: lucifertimes (Lucifer)
Genre(s): slight angst, AU, drama (for now)
Rating(s): PG-13-NC-17 (possibly)
Length: Chaptered
Warning(s): Character death, rape
Summary: A bet. It was the first thing that fueled the whole thing. But when Yunho realized his mistake a little too late, what will he do if Jaejoong becomes a little too out of reach?
A/N: A cliché and overused plot with a surprising, shocking, le-gasping twist. Yeah :3
‘Dude, Yunho, he’s looking at you again.’
Yunho’s head snapped up upon the sentence, and turning to face Seunghyun with a full mouth of carbonara stripes and mushrooms, he asked, ‘Where? Who?’ The younger teenager nudged his chin towards the figure who was sitting a few tables away from them, whose black orbs bore into Yunho’s soul. When the culprit was caught, he instantly turned his face away, unable to meet the other’s eyes. Yunho didn’t know why, but he felt annoyed.
Yunho growled, after swallowing the contents in his mouth. ‘Ignore the kid.’
Yoochun, who had been listening into the conversation the whole time, raised an eyebrow. ‘Dude, come on. He’s been your friend for like, what? Ten, twelve years? Give him a break. You’re just gonna turn away from the guy who supported you for basically more than half of your life just because he turned out to be gay?’
Yunho scowled at his friend. ‘Chun, you know how much I hate homosexuals.’
‘-And how much you love Jaejoong-’
‘-as a friend though that friendship is now broken thanks to his confession. So the conclusion is that what had happened is his fault,’ Yunho said. And before Yoochun could retaliate, the older one snapped. ‘Shut up, Chun.’ Said boy shrugged.
On the other hand, Hyunjoong looked deep in thought. And when an idea suddenly formed in his mind, he smirked and ushered Yoochun and Seunghyun for a quick discussion, isolating Yunho, who only frowned upon his friends’ treatment towards him.
But just as he opened his lips to speak, Hyunjoong caught the chance first. ‘Let’s make a deal.’
Yunho smirked. ‘Bring it on.’
Jaejoong’s POV
I was walking down the hall after recess, thinking about how much I screwed up by revealing the truth. People would look at me, sometimes in pity, but most of them would just outright express their disgust. Either way, I didn’t like it.
But if those were just what happened, then I would have been fine. But…
Yunho.
He was the reason I confessed in the first place. I’d been in love with well before we reached the age of puberty, and even though he would always show a public affection towards girls only, in the back of my mind, there was still that one, small faint voice that whispered to me that maybe, just maybe-he would feel the same way.
Apparently, and most unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.
So here I am, blinking back tears of sadness and longing, trying to distract myself with random thoughts as I fast-pacmy steps as I found myself nearing my desired destination. When I saw the familiar picture of the mahogany door with a sign that said ‘Art Room’ nailed onto it, a smile had unconsciously crept up my face, and my legs suddenly jumped and ran towards the room.
It had only taken a few long strides for me to get to the room. Beaming, I walked inside, only to squeal inwardly in delight when I saw that it was empty, save of course, for the shelves of books and books and the furniture that complemented the air of art. I could practically smell the crushed lead and paint that floated in the air, giving the room a somewhat cozy feel.
When I finally finished admiring the overall picture, I went to one of the blue-and-white beanbags on a corner of the room and plopped myself down on the squishy object, wiggling my butt a bit before getting completely comfortable with my position. When I decided that I was in just the right pose, I took out my sketchbook and started drawing.
My fingers moved with a will of their own. They held the mechanical pencil delicately, as if it would break if a bigger force were to be applied. My hand danced across the blank canvas, the picture in my mind slowly but beautifully coming to life on the once blank, piece of paper.
Accomplishment was one word to describe how I felt when I finished the portrait. I held it out in arm’s length and examined it. My eyes scanned over the drawing, taking in the big and little details, the neat and messy sketches, and the smooth and coarse lines, making sure that it was just perfect.
When I felt satisfied, I could feel a blush forming on my cheeks as my face suddenly got hot. The drawing was actually a picture of Yunho smiling-in fact, it was the twelfth picture I drew of only him, his pearly whites shining in the Sun as he just scored his team’s second goal. However, where the other cheering team players were, only air filled their spaces. I couldn’t bear to include them, when the only sight that I want to forever worship was Yunho himself. I placed an awkward kiss on the picture-Yunho’s forehead, becoming even redder as I did so. Soon after, I pulled back and hugged the drawing to my chest. And without realizing it, I began to sing.
‘Haruedo myeot beonssik neol bomyeo useo nan,
Su baek beon malhaetjanha you're the love of my life.
Geojitdoen sesang sok buranhan nae mamsok
Ojik na mitneun geon neo hana ppunirago-’
However, before I could go into the refrain, the sound of the door creaking open rang through my ears, the soft whisper appearing like a booming thunder to my eardrums, and without wasting even a millisecond, I flipped close my sketchbook and hastily stuffed it into my bagpack. It was already one thing to have your best friend-ex-best friend, I reluctantly corrected myself-hate you because you were gay but it was another to have him hate you even more because you were gay and in love with him.
Without looking up, I stood clumsily, all the while avoiding eye contact with the stranger, not even having a decent out-of-the-corner-of-the-eye glance, before I grabbed my bag and headed outside, head down throughout the whole thing.
End of Jaejoong’s POV