10 Things... - Chapter 1/10
Title: 10 Things To Make You Happy
Chapter: 1/10
Author: Geojitmal
Pairings: YunJae, mentions of YooSu
Rating: PG
Genre: General so far. Fluffiness will build up and probably kill you by the last chapter.
Word count: 1,025
Summary: You know those crappy articles in every second women's magazine. "10 Things That Will Make You Happy". No-one ever reads those. But someone wants to see Jaejoong happy and sets out to make him so.
Diclaimer: All mine. Except not.
A/N: First time writing after almost 2 years. I like to think I have improved, but I'm hardly a good judge of that. Let me know if this is worth being continued? :)
o1.
Apparently there was a day in everyone's life when they hated their job, no matter how much of a dream job it usually was. If so, that day was definitely Jaejoong's turn to hate his job.
No. No actually, he still loved it. Sometimes he just wished it would involve some more sleeping, cuddling up his boyfriend, casually meeting his friends at some random coffee shop and all the other things that made a non-celebrity life so worthwile. Instead it involved a lot of stressing over looking pretty all.the.time, not being allowed to meet or even come close to his boyfriend, worrying about just another ban from just another TV station and giving the right answers to the wrong questions of obnoxious reporters while keeping a straight face. To say he was exhausted after what felt like an eternity at the dance studio, more or less successfully trying to remember the choreography to JYJ's new song, was an understatement, and he found it harder, with every passing day, to convince himself that he, indeed, still loved his job.
Sighing heavily for what felt like the hundreth time, he unlocked the door to his penthouse, carelessly threw his duffel bag into some corner, after having disposed of his shoes in a similar manner, and made his way straight to his bedroom. Without any intention of ever moving away from it again, he threw himself on his big bed, which seemed especially comfortable after such a day, and almost immediately dozed off, fully dressed.
The next time Jaejoong opened his eyes, he lazily rolled onto his side and was greeted by the beautiful view of the slowly rising sun. He was glad that he had forgotten to draw the curtains over his panorama windows the previous night and a small smile found its way to his lips. It was only then that he registered the faint knocking on his front door, wondering if that was what had woken him up in the first place. He had a look at the alarm clock, frowned, and then remembered that he had also forgotten to set the alarm the previous night. If it hadn't been for his nightly visitor, Jaejoong would most likely have overslept. He groaned at the thought of the fit their manager would have thrown, and willed himself to get up, if only to thank whoever was at the door for sparing him from the wrath of one Baek Chang Ju.
As Jaejoong exited his bedroom, he could hear the incessant knocking more clearly. "I'm coming" he said, as loud as his still sleep-ridden voice allowed him to, which wasn't all that loud. His visitor must have heard him anyway, for the knocking stopped momentarily. Jaejoong wasn't all that concerned about who it could be, he fully trusted the first-class security system of the apartment complex -he wasn't the only celebrity living in it, after all- to not let any crazy fans, stalkers and reporters up to his floor. Still, better be safe than sorry, he thought. Putting that little, kind of old-fashioned chain in place, he opened the door as far as said chain allowed him to, only to find his doorway abandoned.
"Hello?" he asked tentatively.
Receiving no answer, Jaejoong shut his door again, removed the chain and opened it a bit wider now, peeking outside. There still wasn't anyone in sight, but now he noticed that the elevator was moving, its silent rumble a sound very familiar to the singer. Stepping out to check if the elevator was moving down and thus possibly carrying his visitor away from him, he almost stepped on something that had been placed on his flowery doormat. His youngest sister had given him that kind-of-embarrassing piece of flowery purple fluff, insisting that he used it and claiming that she'd food-bribe Changmin into hacking the security cameras on Jaejoong's floor so she could check regularly if he really did use it. Jaejoong had only laughed, but considering of what Changmin was capable of doing at the prospect of food, he had decided to better not risk it and just placed it right outside his frontdoor. Well, better than inside his carefully arranged, color-coordinated apartment, he had guessed.
Throwing one last look into the hall, checking that there was really no-one hiding, waiting to jump out and scare the life out of him, he bent down and gingerly picked up a small box with a sticky note attached to it, before retreating to his living room.
Grabbing a blanket from one end of his huge, comfortable couch to wrap his cold, bare feet in, he plopped down on the other end and took a first real look at the note.
Jaejoong thought he recognized the handwriting,but couldn't quite put a finger on it. Soon his curiosity got the best of him and he opened the small box. Placed on what seemed like velvet were four small, but very expensive looking chocolates, sprinkled with tiny bits of walnuts and - was that gold foil? Marveling at the tackyness of the whole thing, he couldn't help but also smile at the cuteness of the act.
"Who would do something like this?" he asked into the empty room. Not-so-surprisingly receiving no answer from his color-coordinated furniture, he went through the various possibilities in his head.
There was Junsu, who lived only a few floors below. But then again, the duckbutt was probably either still or again busy. Yoochun was staying over, after all.
Then there was Hyori, living just a few floors below Junsu. But Jaejoong quickly dismissed that thought, something like this really wasn't her style.
Contemplating for another few minutes, the made-up possibilities getting more and more ridiculous every time, he finally gave up. He threw another look at the delicacies in his hands and decided that it wouldn't hurt to try one. Savouring the sweet, expensive taste, Jaejoong placed the lid back on the box and took it back to the bedroom with him, where he placed it on the bedstand and then submerged into his huge walk-in closet to pick out his outfit for a new, maybe-not-all-that-bad-after-all day.
Second. »
★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆
So. What do you think? Worth being continued? Y/N? :)
Also, comments, criticism and suggestions are welcome~
Chapter: 1/10
Author: Geojitmal
Pairings: YunJae, mentions of YooSu
Rating: PG
Genre: General so far. Fluffiness will build up and probably kill you by the last chapter.
Word count: 1,025
Summary: You know those crappy articles in every second women's magazine. "10 Things That Will Make You Happy". No-one ever reads those. But someone wants to see Jaejoong happy and sets out to make him so.
Diclaimer: All mine. Except not.
A/N: First time writing after almost 2 years. I like to think I have improved, but I'm hardly a good judge of that. Let me know if this is worth being continued? :)
o1.
Apparently there was a day in everyone's life when they hated their job, no matter how much of a dream job it usually was. If so, that day was definitely Jaejoong's turn to hate his job.
No. No actually, he still loved it. Sometimes he just wished it would involve some more sleeping, cuddling up his boyfriend, casually meeting his friends at some random coffee shop and all the other things that made a non-celebrity life so worthwile. Instead it involved a lot of stressing over looking pretty all.the.time, not being allowed to meet or even come close to his boyfriend, worrying about just another ban from just another TV station and giving the right answers to the wrong questions of obnoxious reporters while keeping a straight face. To say he was exhausted after what felt like an eternity at the dance studio, more or less successfully trying to remember the choreography to JYJ's new song, was an understatement, and he found it harder, with every passing day, to convince himself that he, indeed, still loved his job.
Sighing heavily for what felt like the hundreth time, he unlocked the door to his penthouse, carelessly threw his duffel bag into some corner, after having disposed of his shoes in a similar manner, and made his way straight to his bedroom. Without any intention of ever moving away from it again, he threw himself on his big bed, which seemed especially comfortable after such a day, and almost immediately dozed off, fully dressed.
The next time Jaejoong opened his eyes, he lazily rolled onto his side and was greeted by the beautiful view of the slowly rising sun. He was glad that he had forgotten to draw the curtains over his panorama windows the previous night and a small smile found its way to his lips. It was only then that he registered the faint knocking on his front door, wondering if that was what had woken him up in the first place. He had a look at the alarm clock, frowned, and then remembered that he had also forgotten to set the alarm the previous night. If it hadn't been for his nightly visitor, Jaejoong would most likely have overslept. He groaned at the thought of the fit their manager would have thrown, and willed himself to get up, if only to thank whoever was at the door for sparing him from the wrath of one Baek Chang Ju.
As Jaejoong exited his bedroom, he could hear the incessant knocking more clearly. "I'm coming" he said, as loud as his still sleep-ridden voice allowed him to, which wasn't all that loud. His visitor must have heard him anyway, for the knocking stopped momentarily. Jaejoong wasn't all that concerned about who it could be, he fully trusted the first-class security system of the apartment complex -he wasn't the only celebrity living in it, after all- to not let any crazy fans, stalkers and reporters up to his floor. Still, better be safe than sorry, he thought. Putting that little, kind of old-fashioned chain in place, he opened the door as far as said chain allowed him to, only to find his doorway abandoned.
"Hello?" he asked tentatively.
Receiving no answer, Jaejoong shut his door again, removed the chain and opened it a bit wider now, peeking outside. There still wasn't anyone in sight, but now he noticed that the elevator was moving, its silent rumble a sound very familiar to the singer. Stepping out to check if the elevator was moving down and thus possibly carrying his visitor away from him, he almost stepped on something that had been placed on his flowery doormat. His youngest sister had given him that kind-of-embarrassing piece of flowery purple fluff, insisting that he used it and claiming that she'd food-bribe Changmin into hacking the security cameras on Jaejoong's floor so she could check regularly if he really did use it. Jaejoong had only laughed, but considering of what Changmin was capable of doing at the prospect of food, he had decided to better not risk it and just placed it right outside his frontdoor. Well, better than inside his carefully arranged, color-coordinated apartment, he had guessed.
Throwing one last look into the hall, checking that there was really no-one hiding, waiting to jump out and scare the life out of him, he bent down and gingerly picked up a small box with a sticky note attached to it, before retreating to his living room.
Grabbing a blanket from one end of his huge, comfortable couch to wrap his cold, bare feet in, he plopped down on the other end and took a first real look at the note.
Jaejoong thought he recognized the handwriting,but couldn't quite put a finger on it. Soon his curiosity got the best of him and he opened the small box. Placed on what seemed like velvet were four small, but very expensive looking chocolates, sprinkled with tiny bits of walnuts and - was that gold foil? Marveling at the tackyness of the whole thing, he couldn't help but also smile at the cuteness of the act.
"Who would do something like this?" he asked into the empty room. Not-so-surprisingly receiving no answer from his color-coordinated furniture, he went through the various possibilities in his head.
There was Junsu, who lived only a few floors below. But then again, the duckbutt was probably either still or again busy. Yoochun was staying over, after all.
Then there was Hyori, living just a few floors below Junsu. But Jaejoong quickly dismissed that thought, something like this really wasn't her style.
Contemplating for another few minutes, the made-up possibilities getting more and more ridiculous every time, he finally gave up. He threw another look at the delicacies in his hands and decided that it wouldn't hurt to try one. Savouring the sweet, expensive taste, Jaejoong placed the lid back on the box and took it back to the bedroom with him, where he placed it on the bedstand and then submerged into his huge walk-in closet to pick out his outfit for a new, maybe-not-all-that-bad-after-all day.
Second. »
★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆
So. What do you think? Worth being continued? Y/N? :)
Also, comments, criticism and suggestions are welcome~