One-Shot, "Remember, remember", pg-13
Title: Remember, remember
+Author: Izzi, luvmeanddespair
+Pairing/Characters: Yoochun. Hinted OT5
+Rating/Genre: PG-13, for angst and fluff.
+Summary: A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen. -- Edward de Bono
+AN: Got inspired while chatting with butterflyweb on AIM.
Yoochun takes a deep breath, nighttime air of Tokyo filling his lungs. It’s late. He doesn’t know when, can’t bring himself to care because they’ve been traveling so much, he just needs this time to breathe.
His thoughts drift in circle, before one finally breaks through: Home. Home is so many things though, and somehow he always thinks it through chronologically.
He remembers Korea as a child, but he was only a child, and there’s only so much you can remember.
He remembers Fairfax, Virginia and trying to fit in, so badly. And how buzz cuts, bleach, and even getting a new name don’t turn an Asian boy white.
He remembers the divorce. Remembers yelling, crying and Yoohwan being so little, needing his hyung. He remembers needing his dongsaeng. Both of them needing both of their parents.
He remembers the big break. So torn between gratitude and guilt, because it was all he ever wanted, but he was leaving his family-(his broken family)-but his family all the same.
He remembers the irony of how much his celebrity depended on speaking the language he tried so hard to forget once he came back. How he never lost the name he got. (And how neither ever sound just right.)
He remembers success. Breaking into Japanese market, learning the language as best he could.
He remembers Bora Bora and Prague. He remembers Paris.
He remembers Paris and sometimes wishes he didn’t. The city of romance-made for some like him, who’s always worn his heart on his sleeve. Because they did have fun, and it’s easy, so easy, to think there’s more to every relationship when there’s not.
He remembers going back to Japan, and how long they’re going to be staying there, instead of Korea as they jaunt across Asia for tours and promotions.
He inhales again, pushing the thought aside, staring out against the darkness. So many times, he wishes he could just forget.
Because there’s guilt in him still for leaving Yoohwan. And because he distrusts the management too much, even though he knows he shouldn’t, because of the way they raise their voices sometimes. And because sometimes, on his worst days, he wonders when they’re going to kick him out for any of a hundred reasons he can think of.
But then, he remembers. As he hears the balcony door slide open, feet shuffling behind him, that there are four other people with him. Four others, who love him, trust him and want him, no matter how crazy he acts or how much sense he doesn’t make or how emotional he gets. Four sets of arms to wrap around him, four sets of lips to tell him that they’re there for him.
+AN2: At this time I'd like to inform any and all readers of What About Now? that the story is going on hiatus until further notice. The Muse and I are having a spat, she's taken the plot, characters and motivation and left me with heavy case of writer's block.
+Author: Izzi, luvmeanddespair
+Pairing/Characters: Yoochun. Hinted OT5
+Rating/Genre: PG-13, for angst and fluff.
+Summary: A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen. -- Edward de Bono
+AN: Got inspired while chatting with butterflyweb on AIM.
Yoochun takes a deep breath, nighttime air of Tokyo filling his lungs. It’s late. He doesn’t know when, can’t bring himself to care because they’ve been traveling so much, he just needs this time to breathe.
His thoughts drift in circle, before one finally breaks through: Home. Home is so many things though, and somehow he always thinks it through chronologically.
He remembers Korea as a child, but he was only a child, and there’s only so much you can remember.
He remembers Fairfax, Virginia and trying to fit in, so badly. And how buzz cuts, bleach, and even getting a new name don’t turn an Asian boy white.
He remembers the divorce. Remembers yelling, crying and Yoohwan being so little, needing his hyung. He remembers needing his dongsaeng. Both of them needing both of their parents.
He remembers the big break. So torn between gratitude and guilt, because it was all he ever wanted, but he was leaving his family-(his broken family)-but his family all the same.
He remembers the irony of how much his celebrity depended on speaking the language he tried so hard to forget once he came back. How he never lost the name he got. (And how neither ever sound just right.)
He remembers success. Breaking into Japanese market, learning the language as best he could.
He remembers Bora Bora and Prague. He remembers Paris.
He remembers Paris and sometimes wishes he didn’t. The city of romance-made for some like him, who’s always worn his heart on his sleeve. Because they did have fun, and it’s easy, so easy, to think there’s more to every relationship when there’s not.
He remembers going back to Japan, and how long they’re going to be staying there, instead of Korea as they jaunt across Asia for tours and promotions.
He inhales again, pushing the thought aside, staring out against the darkness. So many times, he wishes he could just forget.
Because there’s guilt in him still for leaving Yoohwan. And because he distrusts the management too much, even though he knows he shouldn’t, because of the way they raise their voices sometimes. And because sometimes, on his worst days, he wonders when they’re going to kick him out for any of a hundred reasons he can think of.
But then, he remembers. As he hears the balcony door slide open, feet shuffling behind him, that there are four other people with him. Four others, who love him, trust him and want him, no matter how crazy he acts or how much sense he doesn’t make or how emotional he gets. Four sets of arms to wrap around him, four sets of lips to tell him that they’re there for him.
+AN2: At this time I'd like to inform any and all readers of What About Now? that the story is going on hiatus until further notice. The Muse and I are having a spat, she's taken the plot, characters and motivation and left me with heavy case of writer's block.