Perfection Vs. Passion (1/?)
Title: Perfection Vs. Passion
Author: me
Length: Chapter 1/?
Rating: PG, and after a long time will be rated R
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own the DBSK boys, nor JYJ
Summary: Jaejoong is a cult legend - a classical pianist at that. He hates playing the piano, but he does it out of obedience and money-making. A man of perfection, he meets an optimistic and humble man named Yunho, a man of passion.
The glissando descended down fast, the young man hit the key chords in finality.
Bam!
Finishing his forty-minute repertoire by Alkan, the crowd went wild as they cheered and applauded. He stood up from his seat, bowed, and waved to the audience. Much to their pleasure, several girls screamed out their undying love for the handsome man, which wasn't uncommon whenever Kim Jaejoong, a well-renowned pianist, performed his solo concerts.
For several minutes, they continued to applaud for him. In return, he smiled and waved at their pleasure. It was only for a matter of time before he left for backstage.
Once he reached did, his tense shoulders finally relaxed. How many more concerts does he have to give until his manager was satisfied? Three? Four more? The heat up on stage was unbearable, and the continuing cheers and shouts would've most likely turned his ears deaf. He unbuttoned the top on his suit, and yanked his bowtie in frustration.
Bluntly speaking, he was unhappy.
It was not because of his recent performance. If there was anything that he hated most in the world, it was the piano. The piano that made him give up his fun-playing childhood. The piano that forced him to enter competitions at a critical age. The piano that his two older brothers laughed at, because young Jaejoong couldn't play as well as them. And the piano that paved way to his success and profit - much to the pleasure of his strict parents who were world-class musicians, and the displeasure of his two older brothers - was what created him, inside and out. Respectively in a negative and positive manner.
As he walked his way from the hallways to the main hall of the opera building, many socialites gave him superficial praises, commenting how wonderfully the young man played his pieces. He really didn't want to listen to them blabber on and on, so he thanked them in politeness, and hastily rushed to his car.
Once he opened the door to the driver's seat, he sat down and waited for several minutes. He felt the anger grow on him, resenting the goddamn piano controlling his very life.
“Fuck!” He screamed as he accidentally honked the horn.
“I fucking hate playing the goddamn piano!”
Letting out an unrestrained animal scream, he slammed on the wheel several times in fury. Even in the eyes of the public, they thought that perfect Jaejoong would be living the high-life. Underneath all the smiles and nods, his frustration grew until it reached his boiling point, expressing his feelings of hatred and contempt in secret.
It went on for a while, before he managed to calm himself down, and took a deep breath.
“Okay. You're good now, Jaejoong. You're good.” He started his self-talk, making sure he was calm. “Everything's cool. Just...cool. Cool. Cool...” He repeated this word like a mantra, until he got fed up and swerved his car dangerously out of the parking lot.
* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *
A half an hour passed by the time Jaejoong reached his destination. Thankfully, the college campus wasn't far away from the opera building. It wasn't well-known nor well-populated to the outside public, giving Jaejoong a good opportunity to hone his skills on the piano.
He knew this place since his good old university days. The time when he prepared many pieces in front of the juries every semester. Terrible, he noted. Consecutive days of being locked up in this place, practicing for at least half a day, while having no shower as his norm. That, for Jaejoong, was the worst experience he ever had in his life - living the hell life of a college student, only second to his current musical career.
Shaking at the nostalgic feeling, he passed through the open gates and entered the doors. He asked the lady in front for keys leading to Room 106.
“I'm sorry. Someone else is already using that room.” She smiled.
Jaejoong was puzzled. “Excuse me?” He asked.
“There is someone using that room. I'm sorry, but if you want to use it, you may ask the individual who currently occupies it.”
What the hell?
The young pianist frowned. “I thought I had that place reserved for my use only.”
The lady dropped her smile, and checked on the computer to see if anything was wrong. “It seemed that this man asked for the dean's permission. There's nothing I can do about it besides adhering to his orders.”
Jaejoong scowled in anger. Who was it that asked for that room specifically? He held onto that place for so long, he considered it to be his private property for honing his talents. Not wanting to be rude any further, he thanked the lady for her help and went upstairs to the second floor.
He walked briskly in the hallways, pondering who the hell had the balls to be in that private room of his. The room was located at the end, hidden in a secluded spot. As suspected, he noticed the door was opened a bit, evidently telling him that someone was indeed occupying his room.
When he stepped inside, he was caught off guard.
It wasn't that everything inside had changed. The room stayed the same as it was the last time Jaejoong checked the place. The rays of light poured through the French window. A large, black grand piano stood in the middle. Pretty much everything else was in its usual place, the young pianist noticed.
The only difference was that a man sat on the window porch, staring back at Jaejoong.
The stranger was handsome, Jaejoong checked. He did a once-over with the man's figure, taking in his pretty face and the neat, black layered haircut that went down to his ears. The grey, leather P-coat hugged his torso tight, which it also covered his neck for some odd reason. The leather pants fitted nice and easy that showed off the man's calves, and the dark military boots hanged off the porch. To Jaejoong, he seemed like he was in his late teens, or early twenties.
When the young pianist opened the door, he saw that the man held a sketchbook in his hands, and stopped drawing or writing or whatever he was doing.
“Excuse me, but...are you using this room?” Jaejoong asked.
The stranger blinked before he broke into a smile. “Yes, I am.”
“I...see.” Jaejoong said. He trend over carefully, walking as if he was on water. “Well, if I may ask, can you leave for a second?”
The man shut his sketchbook, and planted his legs on the ground.
“And why's that?”
It was Jaejoong's turn to frown. “I was going to practice the piano, since I have an upcoming recital.” It was true. He did have a concert to be performed in less than three months, barely enough time to practice and hone several piano concertos and sonatas to perfection.
The stranger's eyes widened and rushed over to Jaejoong. “Really?” His handsome smile was radiating with happiness.
Wha...what is this guy? The pianist inwardly cringed, as he observed the guy's towering figure from the bottom up, who took a couple steps back.
“Its just a simple favour, really.” He chuckled at the young pianist's shocked face.
“I wanna hear you play the piano.”
Despite the earlier feeling after his post-performance, he decided to listen to the stranger. Usually Jaejoong refused requests and told listeners to go see his solo concert, but for some reason, he didn't want to feel like a jerk.
He sighed, putting his hands in his pants pockets. “I suppose. Do you have anything specific in mind?”
The man trudged back to the porch, took out the sketchbook, and smiled at Jaejoong. “Nothing really. Like I said, anything's fine.”
“And that's it?” He asked disbelievingly.
The stranger looked up at the young pianist. “Yeah? I don't really have specifics. I really...just wanna hear someone play the piano.” He glanced down, his face with an unreadable expression.
Jaejoong no longer asked and just decided to fulfill the man's request. He sat down on the piano bench, opening up the black cover. Probably unnecessary that he needed to warm-up, due to his recent finish of his solo concert. With that in mind, his hands hovered over the keys lightly, taking a deep breath as to choose what piece he was going to play.
Fantasie Impromptu. Maybe its a good start.
His left hand made a chord, the start of the song. Slowly, with each second, both hands joined together, making a harmonious tune. His bird-like movements swiftly flew over the keyboard, the tempo gaining in momentum and speed. As the piece became louder, it suddenly quieted down, his hands slowing as it did. Jaejoong's eyes were shut as he played the repeating phrases again and again. It went back and forth with the fast and slow melody, until near the end the momentum strongly built itself up. Ironic that instead of the piece growing louder, it softened until the keys were ever pressed so carefully, the young pianist finishing Chopin's piece in its quiet nature.
He lifted his hands from the keys, and turned to see how the stranger reacted.
“That was...amazing.” His eyes lighted up as he started to applaud for Jaejoong's recently-finished piano song.
He nervously looked down on the ivory keys. “It was nothing,” he replied.
“No, really. It was really good.”
The genuine and honest comment caught Jaejoong off-guard, making him blush a little. He hadn't heard anyone say with much earnest compared to others who falsely commented on the young pianist's playing.
“I, well...thank you.” The embarrassed pianist replied.
He felt a sudden urge to leave, after playing a song for the kid. Because Jaejoong wasn't used to the level of honesty he felt from comments, it was odd for him to hear such compliments. Abruptly standing up, his feet trudged quickly to the door. As he was about to leave, footsteps closed in on him, and a hand roughly grabbed Jaejoong's shoulder.
“Wait!” The stranger blurted.
Irritatingly, Jaejoong was forced to turn around, only to meet the intense gaze of the stranger's dark-brown eyes. It startled the pianist at first, but
“Before you go, I want to know your name.”
He wants to know my name? Jaejoong thought. It surprised him at first, but he realized there wasn't any harm in knowing a person's name, so he gave it.
“Kim Jaejoong," he introduced.
The stranger's gaze disappeared completely, and instead, he let a wide, sun-blazing smile to Jaejoong.
“I'm Jung Yunho.”
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A/N: First fanfic on this site, and I'm so nervous~ ;-;
Author: me
Length: Chapter 1/?
Rating: PG, and after a long time will be rated R
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own the DBSK boys, nor JYJ
Summary: Jaejoong is a cult legend - a classical pianist at that. He hates playing the piano, but he does it out of obedience and money-making. A man of perfection, he meets an optimistic and humble man named Yunho, a man of passion.
The glissando descended down fast, the young man hit the key chords in finality.
Bam!
Finishing his forty-minute repertoire by Alkan, the crowd went wild as they cheered and applauded. He stood up from his seat, bowed, and waved to the audience. Much to their pleasure, several girls screamed out their undying love for the handsome man, which wasn't uncommon whenever Kim Jaejoong, a well-renowned pianist, performed his solo concerts.
For several minutes, they continued to applaud for him. In return, he smiled and waved at their pleasure. It was only for a matter of time before he left for backstage.
Once he reached did, his tense shoulders finally relaxed. How many more concerts does he have to give until his manager was satisfied? Three? Four more? The heat up on stage was unbearable, and the continuing cheers and shouts would've most likely turned his ears deaf. He unbuttoned the top on his suit, and yanked his bowtie in frustration.
Bluntly speaking, he was unhappy.
It was not because of his recent performance. If there was anything that he hated most in the world, it was the piano. The piano that made him give up his fun-playing childhood. The piano that forced him to enter competitions at a critical age. The piano that his two older brothers laughed at, because young Jaejoong couldn't play as well as them. And the piano that paved way to his success and profit - much to the pleasure of his strict parents who were world-class musicians, and the displeasure of his two older brothers - was what created him, inside and out. Respectively in a negative and positive manner.
As he walked his way from the hallways to the main hall of the opera building, many socialites gave him superficial praises, commenting how wonderfully the young man played his pieces. He really didn't want to listen to them blabber on and on, so he thanked them in politeness, and hastily rushed to his car.
Once he opened the door to the driver's seat, he sat down and waited for several minutes. He felt the anger grow on him, resenting the goddamn piano controlling his very life.
“Fuck!” He screamed as he accidentally honked the horn.
“I fucking hate playing the goddamn piano!”
Letting out an unrestrained animal scream, he slammed on the wheel several times in fury. Even in the eyes of the public, they thought that perfect Jaejoong would be living the high-life. Underneath all the smiles and nods, his frustration grew until it reached his boiling point, expressing his feelings of hatred and contempt in secret.
It went on for a while, before he managed to calm himself down, and took a deep breath.
“Okay. You're good now, Jaejoong. You're good.” He started his self-talk, making sure he was calm. “Everything's cool. Just...cool. Cool. Cool...” He repeated this word like a mantra, until he got fed up and swerved his car dangerously out of the parking lot.
* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *
A half an hour passed by the time Jaejoong reached his destination. Thankfully, the college campus wasn't far away from the opera building. It wasn't well-known nor well-populated to the outside public, giving Jaejoong a good opportunity to hone his skills on the piano.
He knew this place since his good old university days. The time when he prepared many pieces in front of the juries every semester. Terrible, he noted. Consecutive days of being locked up in this place, practicing for at least half a day, while having no shower as his norm. That, for Jaejoong, was the worst experience he ever had in his life - living the hell life of a college student, only second to his current musical career.
Shaking at the nostalgic feeling, he passed through the open gates and entered the doors. He asked the lady in front for keys leading to Room 106.
“I'm sorry. Someone else is already using that room.” She smiled.
Jaejoong was puzzled. “Excuse me?” He asked.
“There is someone using that room. I'm sorry, but if you want to use it, you may ask the individual who currently occupies it.”
What the hell?
The young pianist frowned. “I thought I had that place reserved for my use only.”
The lady dropped her smile, and checked on the computer to see if anything was wrong. “It seemed that this man asked for the dean's permission. There's nothing I can do about it besides adhering to his orders.”
Jaejoong scowled in anger. Who was it that asked for that room specifically? He held onto that place for so long, he considered it to be his private property for honing his talents. Not wanting to be rude any further, he thanked the lady for her help and went upstairs to the second floor.
He walked briskly in the hallways, pondering who the hell had the balls to be in that private room of his. The room was located at the end, hidden in a secluded spot. As suspected, he noticed the door was opened a bit, evidently telling him that someone was indeed occupying his room.
When he stepped inside, he was caught off guard.
It wasn't that everything inside had changed. The room stayed the same as it was the last time Jaejoong checked the place. The rays of light poured through the French window. A large, black grand piano stood in the middle. Pretty much everything else was in its usual place, the young pianist noticed.
The only difference was that a man sat on the window porch, staring back at Jaejoong.
The stranger was handsome, Jaejoong checked. He did a once-over with the man's figure, taking in his pretty face and the neat, black layered haircut that went down to his ears. The grey, leather P-coat hugged his torso tight, which it also covered his neck for some odd reason. The leather pants fitted nice and easy that showed off the man's calves, and the dark military boots hanged off the porch. To Jaejoong, he seemed like he was in his late teens, or early twenties.
When the young pianist opened the door, he saw that the man held a sketchbook in his hands, and stopped drawing or writing or whatever he was doing.
“Excuse me, but...are you using this room?” Jaejoong asked.
The stranger blinked before he broke into a smile. “Yes, I am.”
“I...see.” Jaejoong said. He trend over carefully, walking as if he was on water. “Well, if I may ask, can you leave for a second?”
The man shut his sketchbook, and planted his legs on the ground.
“And why's that?”
It was Jaejoong's turn to frown. “I was going to practice the piano, since I have an upcoming recital.” It was true. He did have a concert to be performed in less than three months, barely enough time to practice and hone several piano concertos and sonatas to perfection.
The stranger's eyes widened and rushed over to Jaejoong. “Really?” His handsome smile was radiating with happiness.
Wha...what is this guy? The pianist inwardly cringed, as he observed the guy's towering figure from the bottom up, who took a couple steps back.
“Its just a simple favour, really.” He chuckled at the young pianist's shocked face.
“I wanna hear you play the piano.”
Despite the earlier feeling after his post-performance, he decided to listen to the stranger. Usually Jaejoong refused requests and told listeners to go see his solo concert, but for some reason, he didn't want to feel like a jerk.
He sighed, putting his hands in his pants pockets. “I suppose. Do you have anything specific in mind?”
The man trudged back to the porch, took out the sketchbook, and smiled at Jaejoong. “Nothing really. Like I said, anything's fine.”
“And that's it?” He asked disbelievingly.
The stranger looked up at the young pianist. “Yeah? I don't really have specifics. I really...just wanna hear someone play the piano.” He glanced down, his face with an unreadable expression.
Jaejoong no longer asked and just decided to fulfill the man's request. He sat down on the piano bench, opening up the black cover. Probably unnecessary that he needed to warm-up, due to his recent finish of his solo concert. With that in mind, his hands hovered over the keys lightly, taking a deep breath as to choose what piece he was going to play.
Fantasie Impromptu. Maybe its a good start.
His left hand made a chord, the start of the song. Slowly, with each second, both hands joined together, making a harmonious tune. His bird-like movements swiftly flew over the keyboard, the tempo gaining in momentum and speed. As the piece became louder, it suddenly quieted down, his hands slowing as it did. Jaejoong's eyes were shut as he played the repeating phrases again and again. It went back and forth with the fast and slow melody, until near the end the momentum strongly built itself up. Ironic that instead of the piece growing louder, it softened until the keys were ever pressed so carefully, the young pianist finishing Chopin's piece in its quiet nature.
He lifted his hands from the keys, and turned to see how the stranger reacted.
“That was...amazing.” His eyes lighted up as he started to applaud for Jaejoong's recently-finished piano song.
He nervously looked down on the ivory keys. “It was nothing,” he replied.
“No, really. It was really good.”
The genuine and honest comment caught Jaejoong off-guard, making him blush a little. He hadn't heard anyone say with much earnest compared to others who falsely commented on the young pianist's playing.
“I, well...thank you.” The embarrassed pianist replied.
He felt a sudden urge to leave, after playing a song for the kid. Because Jaejoong wasn't used to the level of honesty he felt from comments, it was odd for him to hear such compliments. Abruptly standing up, his feet trudged quickly to the door. As he was about to leave, footsteps closed in on him, and a hand roughly grabbed Jaejoong's shoulder.
“Wait!” The stranger blurted.
Irritatingly, Jaejoong was forced to turn around, only to meet the intense gaze of the stranger's dark-brown eyes. It startled the pianist at first, but
“Before you go, I want to know your name.”
He wants to know my name? Jaejoong thought. It surprised him at first, but he realized there wasn't any harm in knowing a person's name, so he gave it.
“Kim Jaejoong," he introduced.
The stranger's gaze disappeared completely, and instead, he let a wide, sun-blazing smile to Jaejoong.
“I'm Jung Yunho.”
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A/N: First fanfic on this site, and I'm so nervous~ ;-;