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birdsongs (pt.2/4)
chapter-fic | jaechun (friendship?), band!fic, language, borderline-tragedy, sad!yoochun, angststresscrying and drinking; PG-13 (1433 Words.)
the disclaimer remains that "i don't own the boys, and if i did, i would honestly have better things to do than write about them."
so i invited him in, to reason with him
i promised i wouldn't do it again
but he sang louder and louder inside the house
and now i couldn't get him out
so i trapped him under a cardboard box
and stood on it to make him stop
i was under the impression that this was longer than it is. but it isn't. shame.
Um this is all done so i'll have the next two parts up in the next two days. would be sooner but i'm kind of trying to deal with hug____'s new fancy shmansy rules (not that i'm against them - it's awesome that they're trying to get the comm more organized and i can really respect that. and it's not like i typically want to post more than once a day anyways.)
A week or so passes and Jaejoong is in a tizzy, plucking feathers out of the sleeves of Yoochuns sweaters. "What the hell have you been doing," he mutters, along with a string of curses and an empty threat that sounds like "make you do you're own laundry."
Yoochun tells Jaejoong quite honestly that he has no idea what he's talking about, and when Jaejoong appeals his case to the highest court in the house (named Jung Yunho, self-appointed mediater and shit-stopper) Yoochun has to protest a lot harder to get off a week of laundry duty. In the end, Yunho takes pity on him, and Jaejoong spends the evening of their last day off for months in the bathroom, pulling feathers out of cotton with tweezers.
The next day, almost everyone is out of the house; Yunho and Junsu have a radio segment and Changmin decides to tag along for the heck of it; Yoochun's off for a photoshoot he doesn't really remember being told about, but Jaejoong has to stay home due to stomach flu and maybe a little left over grudge against Yoochun. Jaejoong's number one talent is making himself sick over things that don't really matter, and Yoochun's is feeling guilty about things that aren't really even his fault.
Either way, the livingroom is wasteland of half-eaten breakfasts and socks that don't match, and Jaejoong get's the honor of brooding around in an empty house with cult-musicals, ginger ale and a pukebucket. He's just finished The Labyrinth and is mouthing the lyrics of the opening song in the Rocky Horror Picture Show when Yoochun comes home and collapses onto the older man in tears.
Jaejoong doesn't say anything when his stomache protests the pressure and forgets about his slight resentment, patting Yoochun's head sympathetically. "Bad shoot?" he croaks (because, really, there's a difference between mouthing words and speaking them) and Yoochun sniffs pathetically into his shoulder.
"I can't do anything right," Yoochun mumbles, and Jaejoong tsk's in disagreement. "can't pose properly, can't smile right, can't understand one fucking concept"-
"Shut up," Jaejoong says firmly, pushing Yoochun off of him and muting the TV before he's tempted to start singing again (Damnit, Janet!) "Shut up because you're amazing and yes you can."
Yoochun doesn't say anything and just cries, and Jaejoong thinks wow, isn't this familiar, before he misses the bucket and throws up on the floor. Yoochun stops crying long enough to laugh and call Jaejoong disgsusting.
"Oh hush, that's you're dinner," Jaejoong snaps playfully, flopping back against his comforter. "You should be grateful."
Yoochun pushes him half-heartedly in retalliation, proud of himself for a whole of three seconds before he notices that Jaejooong has turned a lovely shade of green.
"Oh shit, sorry, I didn't-"
Jaejoong misses the bucket again and rejoices when the two of them realize that only Yoochun is mobile enough to clean it up.
-
"Micky Yoochun - what do you have to say-"
"Did Xiah Junsu actually leave the country-"
"Any comment on Leader U-Know Yunho's whereabouts? No one has seen hims since Jaejoong-"
"I don't know," isn't good enough.
-
Yoochun's callouses seem worse when there's barely any light and he's relying on touch to navigate himself around a packet of cigarettes and an almost empty lighter. There's a curtain call for him he can hear from whatever obscure closet he's in but he's too nervous to think to actually go after it. A few minutes pass and he's got the cigarette lit and shaking between his fingers, breathing deep and pushing mushroom clouds from his lips. Another minute passes and there's a sudden knock at the door, and Yoochun doesn't have time to respond before the light is on and Jaejoong's squinting at him from the doorway. Yoochun thinks to say "i'll be out in a minute," but Jaejoong beats him by lifting up what looks like bottled relief.
"Beer?" he offers, and Yoochun's so glad Jaejoong's not the type to fuss over deadlines and previous commitments.
So instead, Yoochun says something he's been thinking all week; "Are you my guardian angel or something?"
Jaejoong snorts and shrugs, "Why? Do you think I'd look good naked with a harp?"
"Shimmering," Yoochun says. "You'd be shimmering."
"Like a vampire?" JaeJoong asks. Yoochun scrunches his nose and flicks him. A moment passes and then Yoochun frowns.
"Why aren't you naked with a harp?"
JaeJoong smiles a little around the neck of his bottle, "Because you couldn't afford it." Yoochun snorts and then JaeJoong points to his shoulders with his thumb as an after thought. "Also, wings are clipped. I'd have to walk around and everyone knows you mortals would be all over me in seconds."
Yoochun snorts and takes a tentative sip, worrying that about going on the show drunk and saying something like I wear womans underwear - spank me baby! Jaejoong downs his own beer in a few seconds, and Yoochun doesn't think his wings look too clipped.
They're on stage just ten minutes later, Yoochun buzzing a little bit from the quick binge but not enough to be noticable. The host makes some joke about Yoochun taking forever in the bathroom before the show and Yoochun laughs and tries to look inconspicuous - Yunho flashes him a pointed look and Jaejoong laughs behind his hands.
The questions are routine and mostly things they've rehersed over and over again since debut, but when the host asks if they have any new preoccupations, everyone is thinking the same thing.
"There's one," Yunho says, lifting his hand to answer as he had been condition since preschool. "Recently, our Jaejoongie has been very interested in birds. He's been bringing them up quite a bit lately."
"Yeah yeah yeah," Junsu adds, but he's hindering conversation more than he's helping.
"Self taught expert," Changmin supplies.
"Oh really?" the host is interested. "And why is that, Jaejoong? What about them do you like?"
Jaejoong breathes between his teeth and looses his eyes in the audience the way he always does when he talks without thinking. "Well, it's not really them," he says, cheeks brushing over with a pale pink. "It's because I've been doing a lot of soul-searching lately."
"Soul searching?" the host asks, (he sounds incredulous,) and an amused jitter passes through the audience.
"Yeah, soul-searching," Jaejoong affirms, nodding to himself. Yoochun rubs his face in anticipation and wonders if the pre-show beer will be enough to ruin Jaejoong's meticulously built image. "I've been thinking a lot that I could be a bird."
There's a silence in which the host tries to determine what an appropriate response would be and Yoochun thinks, oh shit, maybe it is, before nearly everyone in the room falls into laughter. Nearly, because Jaejoong is sitting in the classic way he does when he says something he hasn't thought through - blinking, embarrassed, and clueless.
Yoochun recovers first - maybe it's the alcohol in his system pushing him along - grasps Jaejoong's shoulder and shakes him lightly. "You know recently, Jaejoong was sick"-
"Yeah," everyone in the group agrees simutaneously, and Yunho mentions that he missed out on their radio show because of it.
"-I had a photoshoot, but I thought I should go home early because he was by himself," Yoochun continues, gesturing wildly in the way he does. "When I got there - we were talking, me and him - and he got sick all over the floor. Oh! I was so grossed out," Yoochun made an exaggerated 'aigoo' face and patted Jaejoong's shoulder again, "and Jaejoong told me that if I was a baby bird, I would have to eat it." So he's adlibbing - whatever. There's more laughter and Jaejoong is starting to look a little upset about the jokes at his expense. "Oh, I was so grossed out. Seriously."
Jaejoong jumps in before the laughter stops and tries to clear his name, "I, truthfully, was hurt that Yoochun wouldn't eat my vomit."
The audience laughs, but the band knows JaeJoong well enough to wonder if he isn't kidding this time, so they clear their throats and scratch their necks. The host changes the subject after that, bringing up some scandle that's laughably been sweeping through Korean new sites, and the band jumps on the opportunity for a subject change isntantly. Jaejoong stares at the rafters in the ceiling, moving his shoulderblades uncertainly; when the show airs, JaeJoong's last comment is cut in favour of a wonky noise and a terribly spliced image of his head on an eagles body.
No one is really upset by the change.
x
pt. 1 | pt. 3
chapter-fic | jaechun (friendship?), band!fic, language, borderline-tragedy, sad!yoochun, angststresscrying and drinking; PG-13 (1433 Words.)
the disclaimer remains that "i don't own the boys, and if i did, i would honestly have better things to do than write about them."
so i invited him in, to reason with him
i promised i wouldn't do it again
but he sang louder and louder inside the house
and now i couldn't get him out
so i trapped him under a cardboard box
and stood on it to make him stop
i was under the impression that this was longer than it is. but it isn't. shame.
Um this is all done so i'll have the next two parts up in the next two days. would be sooner but i'm kind of trying to deal with hug____'s new fancy shmansy rules (not that i'm against them - it's awesome that they're trying to get the comm more organized and i can really respect that. and it's not like i typically want to post more than once a day anyways.)
A week or so passes and Jaejoong is in a tizzy, plucking feathers out of the sleeves of Yoochuns sweaters. "What the hell have you been doing," he mutters, along with a string of curses and an empty threat that sounds like "make you do you're own laundry."
Yoochun tells Jaejoong quite honestly that he has no idea what he's talking about, and when Jaejoong appeals his case to the highest court in the house (named Jung Yunho, self-appointed mediater and shit-stopper) Yoochun has to protest a lot harder to get off a week of laundry duty. In the end, Yunho takes pity on him, and Jaejoong spends the evening of their last day off for months in the bathroom, pulling feathers out of cotton with tweezers.
The next day, almost everyone is out of the house; Yunho and Junsu have a radio segment and Changmin decides to tag along for the heck of it; Yoochun's off for a photoshoot he doesn't really remember being told about, but Jaejoong has to stay home due to stomach flu and maybe a little left over grudge against Yoochun. Jaejoong's number one talent is making himself sick over things that don't really matter, and Yoochun's is feeling guilty about things that aren't really even his fault.
Either way, the livingroom is wasteland of half-eaten breakfasts and socks that don't match, and Jaejoong get's the honor of brooding around in an empty house with cult-musicals, ginger ale and a pukebucket. He's just finished The Labyrinth and is mouthing the lyrics of the opening song in the Rocky Horror Picture Show when Yoochun comes home and collapses onto the older man in tears.
Jaejoong doesn't say anything when his stomache protests the pressure and forgets about his slight resentment, patting Yoochun's head sympathetically. "Bad shoot?" he croaks (because, really, there's a difference between mouthing words and speaking them) and Yoochun sniffs pathetically into his shoulder.
"I can't do anything right," Yoochun mumbles, and Jaejoong tsk's in disagreement. "can't pose properly, can't smile right, can't understand one fucking concept"-
"Shut up," Jaejoong says firmly, pushing Yoochun off of him and muting the TV before he's tempted to start singing again (Damnit, Janet!) "Shut up because you're amazing and yes you can."
Yoochun doesn't say anything and just cries, and Jaejoong thinks wow, isn't this familiar, before he misses the bucket and throws up on the floor. Yoochun stops crying long enough to laugh and call Jaejoong disgsusting.
"Oh hush, that's you're dinner," Jaejoong snaps playfully, flopping back against his comforter. "You should be grateful."
Yoochun pushes him half-heartedly in retalliation, proud of himself for a whole of three seconds before he notices that Jaejooong has turned a lovely shade of green.
"Oh shit, sorry, I didn't-"
Jaejoong misses the bucket again and rejoices when the two of them realize that only Yoochun is mobile enough to clean it up.
-
"Micky Yoochun - what do you have to say-"
"Did Xiah Junsu actually leave the country-"
"Any comment on Leader U-Know Yunho's whereabouts? No one has seen hims since Jaejoong-"
"I don't know," isn't good enough.
-
Yoochun's callouses seem worse when there's barely any light and he's relying on touch to navigate himself around a packet of cigarettes and an almost empty lighter. There's a curtain call for him he can hear from whatever obscure closet he's in but he's too nervous to think to actually go after it. A few minutes pass and he's got the cigarette lit and shaking between his fingers, breathing deep and pushing mushroom clouds from his lips. Another minute passes and there's a sudden knock at the door, and Yoochun doesn't have time to respond before the light is on and Jaejoong's squinting at him from the doorway. Yoochun thinks to say "i'll be out in a minute," but Jaejoong beats him by lifting up what looks like bottled relief.
"Beer?" he offers, and Yoochun's so glad Jaejoong's not the type to fuss over deadlines and previous commitments.
So instead, Yoochun says something he's been thinking all week; "Are you my guardian angel or something?"
Jaejoong snorts and shrugs, "Why? Do you think I'd look good naked with a harp?"
"Shimmering," Yoochun says. "You'd be shimmering."
"Like a vampire?" JaeJoong asks. Yoochun scrunches his nose and flicks him. A moment passes and then Yoochun frowns.
"Why aren't you naked with a harp?"
JaeJoong smiles a little around the neck of his bottle, "Because you couldn't afford it." Yoochun snorts and then JaeJoong points to his shoulders with his thumb as an after thought. "Also, wings are clipped. I'd have to walk around and everyone knows you mortals would be all over me in seconds."
Yoochun snorts and takes a tentative sip, worrying that about going on the show drunk and saying something like I wear womans underwear - spank me baby! Jaejoong downs his own beer in a few seconds, and Yoochun doesn't think his wings look too clipped.
They're on stage just ten minutes later, Yoochun buzzing a little bit from the quick binge but not enough to be noticable. The host makes some joke about Yoochun taking forever in the bathroom before the show and Yoochun laughs and tries to look inconspicuous - Yunho flashes him a pointed look and Jaejoong laughs behind his hands.
The questions are routine and mostly things they've rehersed over and over again since debut, but when the host asks if they have any new preoccupations, everyone is thinking the same thing.
"There's one," Yunho says, lifting his hand to answer as he had been condition since preschool. "Recently, our Jaejoongie has been very interested in birds. He's been bringing them up quite a bit lately."
"Yeah yeah yeah," Junsu adds, but he's hindering conversation more than he's helping.
"Self taught expert," Changmin supplies.
"Oh really?" the host is interested. "And why is that, Jaejoong? What about them do you like?"
Jaejoong breathes between his teeth and looses his eyes in the audience the way he always does when he talks without thinking. "Well, it's not really them," he says, cheeks brushing over with a pale pink. "It's because I've been doing a lot of soul-searching lately."
"Soul searching?" the host asks, (he sounds incredulous,) and an amused jitter passes through the audience.
"Yeah, soul-searching," Jaejoong affirms, nodding to himself. Yoochun rubs his face in anticipation and wonders if the pre-show beer will be enough to ruin Jaejoong's meticulously built image. "I've been thinking a lot that I could be a bird."
There's a silence in which the host tries to determine what an appropriate response would be and Yoochun thinks, oh shit, maybe it is, before nearly everyone in the room falls into laughter. Nearly, because Jaejoong is sitting in the classic way he does when he says something he hasn't thought through - blinking, embarrassed, and clueless.
Yoochun recovers first - maybe it's the alcohol in his system pushing him along - grasps Jaejoong's shoulder and shakes him lightly. "You know recently, Jaejoong was sick"-
"Yeah," everyone in the group agrees simutaneously, and Yunho mentions that he missed out on their radio show because of it.
"-I had a photoshoot, but I thought I should go home early because he was by himself," Yoochun continues, gesturing wildly in the way he does. "When I got there - we were talking, me and him - and he got sick all over the floor. Oh! I was so grossed out," Yoochun made an exaggerated 'aigoo' face and patted Jaejoong's shoulder again, "and Jaejoong told me that if I was a baby bird, I would have to eat it." So he's adlibbing - whatever. There's more laughter and Jaejoong is starting to look a little upset about the jokes at his expense. "Oh, I was so grossed out. Seriously."
Jaejoong jumps in before the laughter stops and tries to clear his name, "I, truthfully, was hurt that Yoochun wouldn't eat my vomit."
The audience laughs, but the band knows JaeJoong well enough to wonder if he isn't kidding this time, so they clear their throats and scratch their necks. The host changes the subject after that, bringing up some scandle that's laughably been sweeping through Korean new sites, and the band jumps on the opportunity for a subject change isntantly. Jaejoong stares at the rafters in the ceiling, moving his shoulderblades uncertainly; when the show airs, JaeJoong's last comment is cut in favour of a wonky noise and a terribly spliced image of his head on an eagles body.
No one is really upset by the change.
x
pt. 1 | pt. 3