Above the noise. [RPS; JaeChun; PG; Angst, Drama... Humor?]
title: Above the noise.
author: yumeyana
fandom: dbsk
pairing: jaejoong x yoochun, and a little of jae with everyone (^^;;)
rating/genre: PG / drama, angst... and a little humor
summary: Amidst the noise from JunSu's victory cries, YunHo's dishwashing and ChangMin's protests, JaeJoong hears a single note resonating inside the house.
[crossposted at jaechun_ywh and at hug______.]
Author’s Notes: On a whim, I suddenly sat in front of my mom’s open laptop and typed this idea that came to me days before. I tried writing it when it came to mind but I couldn’t find the right words. This time, I hope I’ve got it. This is my first attempt at JaeChun, so forgive me if my characterizations are a little off. I hope you like it, though!
Dedication: To my sister, aoireeza, who adores JaeChun and who has a newfound love for YooChun.
Disclaimers: None of the Dong Bang Shin Ki boys are mine no matter how much I wish they would be. The events below are purely a figment of my over-active imagination. The plot is mine.
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Above the noise.
A single note resonates in the rather noise-filled house. JunSu is watching one of his soccer games again; ChangMin is vacuuming the carpet. YunHo is washing the dishes, shaking his head because he knows it is fruitless to ask JunSu to lower down the volume of the television. The buzz of the vacuum cleaner tries to drown out JunSu’s screams and the sound of the flowing water in the kitchen sink-a battle the appliance will find hard to win.
But amidst it all, you hear that single note from the organ in JunSu and ChangMin’s workstation.
You leave ChangMin for a moment, telling the young one that you will be back to help him dust the thousands of CDs the five of you own. He raises an eyebrow and stares at you as if trying to get a promise out of you. You smile and ruffle ChangMin’s hair with your dusty fingers, before leaving the young one to protest that little act of childishness.
YunHo gives you that look that says he doesn’t appreciate being left to handle the two youngest as you gently shove him from his position in front of the sink. He glares at you-Your hands are dirty, BooJae-but you just smile and wash your hands anyway. After all, none of the dishes are in the way of the flow of water.
You see JunSu’s eyes following you and you turn around for a while to smile before leaving YunHo with his dishes and the other two with their own work. JunSu doesn’t say anything and soon, his eyes are glued back to the game.
The single note you heard a while ago is repeated, this time with another one to continue it.
He doesn’t feel your presence yet; YooChun is too absorbed-the furrowed brows and frustrated look on his face are enough evidence-in composing the right melody for that new song you’ve seen him writing these past few days. He’s hummed it a couple of times before but he can’t seem to figure out the right rhythm. And you know better than to talk to him while he is thinking.
But before you know it, your feet drag you to his direction.
He lets out a surprised cry when you suddenly drag a seat beside him; it almost makes you laugh that he really hasn’t noticed you. But you don’t laugh; you just look at him before your right hand starts to play that music in your head. He listens, watching you silently because he respects you enough not to question these sudden actions.
Then as if understanding, YooChun plays a counter melody with his left hand.
Your lips part and soon, you are singing the song YooChun has been writing. Your voice is soft and probably hesitant; after all, you don’t know if this is the way YooChun wants his song to be sung. But he doesn’t say anything; he lets you sing.
It is amazing, you think, how two melodies converge, absolutely amazing how the two of you communicate without even saying anything.
Your voice fades with the last of the notes, the song coming to an end. You glance at YooChun; you know that meddling with his music is as taboo as meddling with your cooking. He will respect your ideas but you know you’ve crossed a line back there.
But then he smiles at you, and gives you a soft kiss on the cheek.
That’s the melody I’ve been looking for, JaeJoong hyung.
And at that moment, you think, crossing lines are sometimes necessary. You will cross those lines again if only to bring a smile on YooChun’s face again. And perhaps, to even receive a similar kiss on the cheek again.
You reach out and squeeze his hand; your voice is somewhere down there, stuck. That, and you don’t trust yourself to speak right now. He squeezes your hand back and smiles. He will think you’ve gone cheesy if your ever tell him what you think but you can’t help it.
That moment-it is as if time stood silently still.
But then the second passes and the silence is broken. You can hear JunSu’s cry of victory; his team has won again. YunHo tries to calm JunSu down again-My hands are soapy, JunSu!! And ChangMin is already calling you to help him clean the mess JunSu has apparently made.
YooChun shakes his head and laughs.
You look at him and smile, squeezing his hand one last time before letting it go.
And as your footsteps fade from the room, you hear him play the song-your song?-again. You see JunSu dancing around with a glaring and soapy YunHo, while ChangMin has one hand on his waist, a pout on his lips. You can see chips on the carpet he has been cleaning for the past hour.
You shake your head and laugh-You’re making YunHo and ChangMin mad at you, JunSu. But the soccer addict doesn’t seem to mind that at the moment.
You glance back to the direction of the workstation.
Reality has seeped into the surreal feel of that moment you shared with him.
And you can no longer hear the song.
xxx
03My07
10:20a
863 words
author: yumeyana
fandom: dbsk
pairing: jaejoong x yoochun, and a little of jae with everyone (^^;;)
rating/genre: PG / drama, angst... and a little humor
summary: Amidst the noise from JunSu's victory cries, YunHo's dishwashing and ChangMin's protests, JaeJoong hears a single note resonating inside the house.
[crossposted at jaechun_ywh and at hug______.]
Author’s Notes: On a whim, I suddenly sat in front of my mom’s open laptop and typed this idea that came to me days before. I tried writing it when it came to mind but I couldn’t find the right words. This time, I hope I’ve got it. This is my first attempt at JaeChun, so forgive me if my characterizations are a little off. I hope you like it, though!
Dedication: To my sister, aoireeza, who adores JaeChun and who has a newfound love for YooChun.
Disclaimers: None of the Dong Bang Shin Ki boys are mine no matter how much I wish they would be. The events below are purely a figment of my over-active imagination. The plot is mine.
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Above the noise.
A single note resonates in the rather noise-filled house. JunSu is watching one of his soccer games again; ChangMin is vacuuming the carpet. YunHo is washing the dishes, shaking his head because he knows it is fruitless to ask JunSu to lower down the volume of the television. The buzz of the vacuum cleaner tries to drown out JunSu’s screams and the sound of the flowing water in the kitchen sink-a battle the appliance will find hard to win.
But amidst it all, you hear that single note from the organ in JunSu and ChangMin’s workstation.
You leave ChangMin for a moment, telling the young one that you will be back to help him dust the thousands of CDs the five of you own. He raises an eyebrow and stares at you as if trying to get a promise out of you. You smile and ruffle ChangMin’s hair with your dusty fingers, before leaving the young one to protest that little act of childishness.
YunHo gives you that look that says he doesn’t appreciate being left to handle the two youngest as you gently shove him from his position in front of the sink. He glares at you-Your hands are dirty, BooJae-but you just smile and wash your hands anyway. After all, none of the dishes are in the way of the flow of water.
You see JunSu’s eyes following you and you turn around for a while to smile before leaving YunHo with his dishes and the other two with their own work. JunSu doesn’t say anything and soon, his eyes are glued back to the game.
The single note you heard a while ago is repeated, this time with another one to continue it.
He doesn’t feel your presence yet; YooChun is too absorbed-the furrowed brows and frustrated look on his face are enough evidence-in composing the right melody for that new song you’ve seen him writing these past few days. He’s hummed it a couple of times before but he can’t seem to figure out the right rhythm. And you know better than to talk to him while he is thinking.
But before you know it, your feet drag you to his direction.
He lets out a surprised cry when you suddenly drag a seat beside him; it almost makes you laugh that he really hasn’t noticed you. But you don’t laugh; you just look at him before your right hand starts to play that music in your head. He listens, watching you silently because he respects you enough not to question these sudden actions.
Then as if understanding, YooChun plays a counter melody with his left hand.
Your lips part and soon, you are singing the song YooChun has been writing. Your voice is soft and probably hesitant; after all, you don’t know if this is the way YooChun wants his song to be sung. But he doesn’t say anything; he lets you sing.
It is amazing, you think, how two melodies converge, absolutely amazing how the two of you communicate without even saying anything.
Your voice fades with the last of the notes, the song coming to an end. You glance at YooChun; you know that meddling with his music is as taboo as meddling with your cooking. He will respect your ideas but you know you’ve crossed a line back there.
But then he smiles at you, and gives you a soft kiss on the cheek.
That’s the melody I’ve been looking for, JaeJoong hyung.
And at that moment, you think, crossing lines are sometimes necessary. You will cross those lines again if only to bring a smile on YooChun’s face again. And perhaps, to even receive a similar kiss on the cheek again.
You reach out and squeeze his hand; your voice is somewhere down there, stuck. That, and you don’t trust yourself to speak right now. He squeezes your hand back and smiles. He will think you’ve gone cheesy if your ever tell him what you think but you can’t help it.
That moment-it is as if time stood silently still.
But then the second passes and the silence is broken. You can hear JunSu’s cry of victory; his team has won again. YunHo tries to calm JunSu down again-My hands are soapy, JunSu!! And ChangMin is already calling you to help him clean the mess JunSu has apparently made.
YooChun shakes his head and laughs.
You look at him and smile, squeezing his hand one last time before letting it go.
And as your footsteps fade from the room, you hear him play the song-your song?-again. You see JunSu dancing around with a glaring and soapy YunHo, while ChangMin has one hand on his waist, a pout on his lips. You can see chips on the carpet he has been cleaning for the past hour.
You shake your head and laugh-You’re making YunHo and ChangMin mad at you, JunSu. But the soccer addict doesn’t seem to mind that at the moment.
You glance back to the direction of the workstation.
Reality has seeped into the surreal feel of that moment you shared with him.
And you can no longer hear the song.
xxx
03My07
10:20a
863 words