images (jaejoong/yoochun)
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jaejoong+yoochun
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yoochun and jaejoong sit on the sofa, apparently face to face. yoochun peers into jaejoong's enormous eyes. he's looking for what is a mirror image of himself. one that only he can see.
"hey yoochun" jaejoong calls, unmoved by yoochun's diligent task of trying to find his alter ego. "can i borrow that one fuzzy gray cardigan? i'm going out and it's chilly."
yoochun frowns and, thought the movement is slight, his forehead creases in a multifold fashion.
"hold on a minute. i'm trying to figure something out."
jaejoong waits patiently with a blank look on his face for about three minutes. as he waits, he sings a song in his head.
"okay, now can i borrow it?" jaejoong asks. his voice is only slightly whiny. he's impatient but he's willing to go along with what can only be called one of yoochun's crazy experiments.
"i said wait..."
"you could at least say yes or no..."
"no."
"what?!" jaejoong shouts, standing up and breaking yoochun's line of sight. "why not?! you know i won't stretch it out or spill anything on it. i'm not yunho or junsu..."
"why do you think they call us that?" yoochun asks suddenly, seemingly oblivious to jaejoong's outburst.
"huh?" jaejoong gets distracted easily and sits back down.
"'soulmates'. why do they call us that?"
jaejoong tilts his head with a hand on his chin, thinking hard.
"maybe because we have the same physique. and we can share clothes and shoes all the time..."
or maybe jaejoong was hardly thinking...
"no, i think it's because we're alike."
"yeah, that's what i said."
"no, not just in terms of style or fashion."
"i know. i mean, we have the same size too. that's important. which brings me to my next question...why can't i borrow your cardigan?"
"jaejoong..."
"it's not like i'm changmin. i won't grow overnight and rip it to shreds."
"i'm serious here!"
"i am too!"
"..."
"..."
"fine."
yoochun throws his hands up. he walks away from the sofa and reaches into his closet.
"here" yoochun says as he tosses the desired article of clothing into jaejoong's lap.
"heh, thanks yoochun. i owe you one." jaejoong slings his bag over his shoulder and slips out the door without a backwards glance.
yoochun slumps onto the sofa, defeated by the enimga that is jaejoong.
"we're not so alike after all. maybe jaejoong's right. maybe it's just because we have the same shoe size..."
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yoochun falls asleep in the warm afternoon haze. his thoughts melt into dreams and he remembers all the times when he's shared the same emotions and thoughts as jaejoong. of course, yoochun has conveniently forgotten those moments with time passing.
he wakes up to an epiphany. yoochun has dreamed of something else as well.
"we're like mirror images."
changmin walks in just in time to hear yoochun say these words aloud.
"what hyung?"
"i might be on one side, the same."
"...what?"
"and jaejoong might be on the other, the same..."
"but opposite too. at the same time!"
"that's the worst metaphor i've ever heard. if you're thinking about using that as lyrics to your next song, i'd say scrap it."
changmin walks away with a tub of ice cream in hand.
yoochun has a silly grin on his face.
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later, jaejoong comes back and demands yoochun to show his hands.
but yoochun is distracted.
"hey hyung, i'm meeting junsu outside to do the grocery shopping...can i borrow those black drop pants?"
"hands yoochun. hands! let me see 'em."
"hyung..."
"come on!"
yoochun sighs and rolls his eyes but complies. he holds up his hands and jaejoong scrutinizes them with fiery eyes.
yoochun sings a song in his head. about four minutes pass by.
"ok, now can i borrow 'em?"
"yoochun..."
yoochun can only chalk this up as one of jaejoong's weird and mysterious experiments.
"hyung, i need those pants. junsu's probably buying useless things right now..."
"fine. just go" jaejoong says dramatically. he rummages through his dresser and flings the pants into yoochun's face.
"here, now go! remember to buy toothpaste and don't forget..."
yoochun looks up at jaejoong's determined face.
"we're continuing the inspection of your hands when you come back."