Fated To Love You Drabbles 01
Fated to Love You Drabbles 01
Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Changmin/Junsu
PG-13, Drama, AU
A/N: Hi guys! I have been away for so long, I think 5/6 years from my story Fated To Love You [ http://oh-thexirony.livejournal.com/47228.html#comments ]. I'm keen to continue again, to pick back up on it - but I think I need to give myself a bit of time to adjust back to the universes I created - so, to get into gear again, and into the swing of things.. What better way than to do a series of drabbles! I will probably be posting more of these before actually getting back to the fic itself, so bear with me ok ^^
My story is mainly Yunho/Jaejoong (as you will see from the master list post for this fic), but my drabbles will explore more character interaction.
-
One.
Changmin thinks its nightfall, but he honestly isn't too sure. The huge paper box under the pile of stuffing, old newspaper and plastic bags, that he had wormed his way under earlier that day in attempt to hide, had created a cocoon of darkness that engulfed him for the past few hours (was it only hours?). He had fallen asleep a few times, but he was still tired. Tired, hungry and aching from being cramped up in the small space. Hiding was definitely tiring buisness.
He had dodged a right cross that had been carelessly aimed towards the side of his face, and he had ran from his minders who had given chase immediately. It took a few blocks of running, a few twists and turns, but Changmin had finally managed to find ditch them and hide. He was sure he heard them thunder past his box minutes after he had wormed his way in, and he had held his breathe, fingers curled up into tight fists by his side as he willed them not to find him.
Truth to be told, Changmin didn't entirely recall what he had spoke back on - he had been sleepy and fed-up of being pushed and jostled around so he had raised his gaze and before he knew it his mouth had moved, words spilling forth. He saw the anger in their eyes, the tension bunched up in their meaty necks as they tightened their knuckles. Changmin saw their madness before it came spewing forth from their mouths in a string of vulgarities. He hated them, feared them - but he was finally free.
Wriggling his toes, ten year old Changmin worked his way out of the box, out from the pile he had burried himself under, the same way he came in. Breathing in deeply as the cool night air hit his face, Changmin looked around - the alley was silent save from the sound of cars whizzing past along the main road.
"Hello?"
He froze, the hairs on the back of his neck shooting up as he heard a single voice call out to him from behind. What if it was them, them coming for their revenge? Coming to kill him?
"Little boy?"
But wait, they didn't call him little boy - they called him runt, dog - things that were not his name, that made him feel worthless. It wasn't them. Feeling safer already, Changmin decided to turn, slowly, as the owner of the voice walked slowly, hesitently towards him, footsteps crunching in the gravel. It was a man, slim, with gentle features ringed with tiredness, but his eyes - his eyes Changmin noted, were kind. His hair was blonde, tousled from the wind and he looked curiously at Changmin.
"Isn't it a bit too late for you to be out?" the man spoke softly as he crouched down, a knee hitting the gravel a short distance away from Changmin. "Won't your parents be worried?"
"I have no parents." Changmin spoke, his voice measured, in different as he stated the matter of fact he had known all his life as he eyed the man in front of him, warily, but curious at the same time.
"Oh." The man paused, as he reached out to rub the back of his neck. "I have no parents too."
His tone, Changmin noted was similar to his own - it was different from the other children from the orphanage who had once known their parents. Those children spoke differently, their voices tinged with sorrow, heavy as their eyes drooped with memories. This man, Changmin knew how he felt - it was the voice of someone who had never known their parents, Changmin just knew it.
"Do you want to come with me? I'm not dangerous, I won't hurt you, promise. I can cook you dinner, you look hungry." The man's gaze ran over Changmin, but not unkindly as the ten year old noted. Brow furrowing in thought as he bit down on his bottom lip, Changmin glanced around the alleyway. It was late, he was hungry, tired and the man didn't look, or act anything like his previous minders.
"Okay. I'm Changmin."
"I'm Jaejoong." The man's face broke into a smile as he stood, extending a hand towards Changmin.
-
Two.
Jaejoong inhaled deeply, his breathe catching in his chest as stared at the suit he had lay out to hang. This was it - once morning came, once the sun shone over Seoul, life as he knew it would never be the same again . The past week and a half had been insane, a rollercoaster of emotions, happenings and change. Jaejoong had barely registered it all - he knew Jun Won looked to him as his son, having no children, no family of his own - but this? Leaving his entire empire to a young man, not even related to him by an ounce of blood - it was too much. More than Jaejoong deserved in lifetimes. But it had been done, and tomorrow, tomorrow was the day Jaejoong officially received it all. The wealth, the fortune, the responsibility, it all weighed down on his shoulders.
The number of bank accounts he had had grown, as had the figures. He now had property, cars, planes, vehicles, investments - even a few boats. He had everything that you could possibly dream off. It had all been signed over to him, transferred with a scrawl of his name on the dotted line. But Jaejoong did nothing to deserve this, nothing at all - could he even handle this? Could he do justice to the legacy of the man that had looked so fondly upon him? Could he do him proud? Not let him down? Feeling tears prick beneath his eyes, threatening to spill over as he thought back to his mentor, Jaejoong's brow furrowed. Jun Won was gone, too soon, he didn't deserve to have the life swept out from under his feet so soon.
"Hyung." Junsu's voice floated into the room, soft, and Jaejoong felt a pair of arms slip around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. "Its all going to be okay."
All Jaejoong could do was nod as he beckoned for Changmin, now a fit, healthy teenager surpassing Jaejoong in height. The teen padded over, weaving his way between boxes that littered the room. They hadn't had enough time to unpack, settle in or even to breathe, but as Jaejoong slipped his arms around his cousin, and 'son', the three tangled in embrace, he knew that it all was going to be okay.
Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Changmin/Junsu
PG-13, Drama, AU
A/N: Hi guys! I have been away for so long, I think 5/6 years from my story Fated To Love You [ http://oh-thexirony.livejournal.com/47228.html#comments ]. I'm keen to continue again, to pick back up on it - but I think I need to give myself a bit of time to adjust back to the universes I created - so, to get into gear again, and into the swing of things.. What better way than to do a series of drabbles! I will probably be posting more of these before actually getting back to the fic itself, so bear with me ok ^^
My story is mainly Yunho/Jaejoong (as you will see from the master list post for this fic), but my drabbles will explore more character interaction.
-
One.
Changmin thinks its nightfall, but he honestly isn't too sure. The huge paper box under the pile of stuffing, old newspaper and plastic bags, that he had wormed his way under earlier that day in attempt to hide, had created a cocoon of darkness that engulfed him for the past few hours (was it only hours?). He had fallen asleep a few times, but he was still tired. Tired, hungry and aching from being cramped up in the small space. Hiding was definitely tiring buisness.
He had dodged a right cross that had been carelessly aimed towards the side of his face, and he had ran from his minders who had given chase immediately. It took a few blocks of running, a few twists and turns, but Changmin had finally managed to find ditch them and hide. He was sure he heard them thunder past his box minutes after he had wormed his way in, and he had held his breathe, fingers curled up into tight fists by his side as he willed them not to find him.
Truth to be told, Changmin didn't entirely recall what he had spoke back on - he had been sleepy and fed-up of being pushed and jostled around so he had raised his gaze and before he knew it his mouth had moved, words spilling forth. He saw the anger in their eyes, the tension bunched up in their meaty necks as they tightened their knuckles. Changmin saw their madness before it came spewing forth from their mouths in a string of vulgarities. He hated them, feared them - but he was finally free.
Wriggling his toes, ten year old Changmin worked his way out of the box, out from the pile he had burried himself under, the same way he came in. Breathing in deeply as the cool night air hit his face, Changmin looked around - the alley was silent save from the sound of cars whizzing past along the main road.
"Hello?"
He froze, the hairs on the back of his neck shooting up as he heard a single voice call out to him from behind. What if it was them, them coming for their revenge? Coming to kill him?
"Little boy?"
But wait, they didn't call him little boy - they called him runt, dog - things that were not his name, that made him feel worthless. It wasn't them. Feeling safer already, Changmin decided to turn, slowly, as the owner of the voice walked slowly, hesitently towards him, footsteps crunching in the gravel. It was a man, slim, with gentle features ringed with tiredness, but his eyes - his eyes Changmin noted, were kind. His hair was blonde, tousled from the wind and he looked curiously at Changmin.
"Isn't it a bit too late for you to be out?" the man spoke softly as he crouched down, a knee hitting the gravel a short distance away from Changmin. "Won't your parents be worried?"
"I have no parents." Changmin spoke, his voice measured, in different as he stated the matter of fact he had known all his life as he eyed the man in front of him, warily, but curious at the same time.
"Oh." The man paused, as he reached out to rub the back of his neck. "I have no parents too."
His tone, Changmin noted was similar to his own - it was different from the other children from the orphanage who had once known their parents. Those children spoke differently, their voices tinged with sorrow, heavy as their eyes drooped with memories. This man, Changmin knew how he felt - it was the voice of someone who had never known their parents, Changmin just knew it.
"Do you want to come with me? I'm not dangerous, I won't hurt you, promise. I can cook you dinner, you look hungry." The man's gaze ran over Changmin, but not unkindly as the ten year old noted. Brow furrowing in thought as he bit down on his bottom lip, Changmin glanced around the alleyway. It was late, he was hungry, tired and the man didn't look, or act anything like his previous minders.
"Okay. I'm Changmin."
"I'm Jaejoong." The man's face broke into a smile as he stood, extending a hand towards Changmin.
-
Two.
Jaejoong inhaled deeply, his breathe catching in his chest as stared at the suit he had lay out to hang. This was it - once morning came, once the sun shone over Seoul, life as he knew it would never be the same again . The past week and a half had been insane, a rollercoaster of emotions, happenings and change. Jaejoong had barely registered it all - he knew Jun Won looked to him as his son, having no children, no family of his own - but this? Leaving his entire empire to a young man, not even related to him by an ounce of blood - it was too much. More than Jaejoong deserved in lifetimes. But it had been done, and tomorrow, tomorrow was the day Jaejoong officially received it all. The wealth, the fortune, the responsibility, it all weighed down on his shoulders.
The number of bank accounts he had had grown, as had the figures. He now had property, cars, planes, vehicles, investments - even a few boats. He had everything that you could possibly dream off. It had all been signed over to him, transferred with a scrawl of his name on the dotted line. But Jaejoong did nothing to deserve this, nothing at all - could he even handle this? Could he do justice to the legacy of the man that had looked so fondly upon him? Could he do him proud? Not let him down? Feeling tears prick beneath his eyes, threatening to spill over as he thought back to his mentor, Jaejoong's brow furrowed. Jun Won was gone, too soon, he didn't deserve to have the life swept out from under his feet so soon.
"Hyung." Junsu's voice floated into the room, soft, and Jaejoong felt a pair of arms slip around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. "Its all going to be okay."
All Jaejoong could do was nod as he beckoned for Changmin, now a fit, healthy teenager surpassing Jaejoong in height. The teen padded over, weaving his way between boxes that littered the room. They hadn't had enough time to unpack, settle in or even to breathe, but as Jaejoong slipped his arms around his cousin, and 'son', the three tangled in embrace, he knew that it all was going to be okay.