Out of the Shell
Title: Out of the Shell
Author: Aznmen
Pairing: JaeChun
Rating: PG
Summary: From the DBSK Generator. Prompt: Jaejoong x YooChun - Silent knocks on the door; which is a brilliant prompt btw, kudos to who sent it <3
YooChun always was so silent; everything he did seemed like he was sneaking around or pretending not to be there at all. Changmin was quiet, almost too much so, but then Junsu would come bounding up to him, and drag him outside. Yunho practically lived in the practice room, and so I was left alone.
I would cook and clean the house (especially after Junsu and Changmin’s warpath), and I found myself in more company with YooChun as the days went by. He was always so quiet, and I found myself telling about things, simply rambling on. He soon knew about my sisters, eight of them, and my insane household. My mother grew fed up the others, believing that they would never be proper housewives, and so, decided that, at least, I would know how to be able to do it if my wife never did.
I told him about my horrible way up to the top, how I had to do odds-and-ends to get where I was at, and then I simply told him random things. What I aspired to do, just chatting really, while he followed me around cleaning. Sometimes he’d pick up a broom and help sweep, but mostly, he listened.
It was the second month in, the night that we won our award… we came home really late at night, and we were all tired but so excited. We lay in our shared room with pumping hearts, wondering what the next day would bring.
And then routine came across again. We’d practice the new dances, Yunho’d stay longer, Junsu and Changmin would rush out, and then YooChun was with me. He started to talk after that, and I found about his brother and his parents. I found out about America and the hardships he faced there. I learned how he and Junsu, with their mattresses close together, had become friends, and I felt sort of jealous.
Soon after that, we got a new apartment, and YooChun and I were together. We spent hours up at night, talking, and this weird feeling started to invade my heart. I had sung about it in songs written by others; I had heard proclamations of love from multiple fans, but to actually feel the emotions that I had looked upon like a bystander… I became detached, and perhaps he noticed, for he started to talk to Junsu, started to integrate with the others, and I didn’t feel so needed.
I watched as another apartment went by and I had a room with Changmin instead, and YooChun was with Yunho. And I though of all the times that I could’ve said something, but didn’t, where I could’ve done something, but didn’t. It was all wasted time, and I try to put a wall against it, an internal defense: my own coping mechanism.
Yet every time he smiled, every time a stylist-noona put him in some absolutely retarded outfit, or the newest cut was ever so flattering (this being the most endearing terms) my heart did a little jig, and my wall started to break.
Emotions started to break through, and I felt myself unable to keep my hands off him. I would smile when he came in the room, and we talked again. But I would see those knowing looks from people around. And I would withdraw.
He was the one that took the hammer and gave the blow that broke my wall. That timid little boy whom I had coaxed out of his shell was the one who was able to bring me out of mine. How? A silent knock on my door.
Perhaps only that, that slightest tap. I only had to look at him to know, and welcomed him with open arms.
A/N: I've had a horrible time trying to write DBSK!fic lately. I'm actually about to write a KiHae thing for Heather after this, but I wanted to finish this first XD I hope you guys like it~