round 04, challenge three: drabble three
Title: the man who sold the world
Fandom and Pairing: dbsk, jaechun
Rating: pg
Word Count: 200
Summary: jaejoong's life is on crutches. yoochun rolls with perfection.
Warnings: none
At twenty-three, Jaejoong hasn't got much left to do except go to sleep not knowing if he'll wake up. He'd dropped out of college for fifteen minutes of fame as a local indie band's leading man, knocked up a groupie or three, bought and done enough shrooms to buy a house and kill a horse. I'm fine, my life is exciting, he tells Yunho over the phone.
"What your life needs is some soul-searching," Yunho retorts, and gives him the phone number of the local orphanage.
Sunday morning, Jaejoong shows up at St. Jude's Disabled Children's Home. The kids hobble over to him on crutches and braces with wide, hopeful eyes, clutching at his jeans, and the nuns bless him. They show him Yoochun. Yoochun, they say, has perfect syndrome and none of them have ever seen him sleep. He's got no faults, never played a mistake on the piano, never dropped a grain of rice at dinner.
"I don't believe them," Jaejoong says and pulls a stool up beside the wheelchair. Yoochun's fingers spill over the keys; Rachmaninov rolls over in his grave, the universe gasps, Jaejoong grins and throws Yoochun a lifeline, "You look like you've skydived before."
Fandom and Pairing: dbsk, jaechun
Rating: pg
Word Count: 200
Summary: jaejoong's life is on crutches. yoochun rolls with perfection.
Warnings: none
At twenty-three, Jaejoong hasn't got much left to do except go to sleep not knowing if he'll wake up. He'd dropped out of college for fifteen minutes of fame as a local indie band's leading man, knocked up a groupie or three, bought and done enough shrooms to buy a house and kill a horse. I'm fine, my life is exciting, he tells Yunho over the phone.
"What your life needs is some soul-searching," Yunho retorts, and gives him the phone number of the local orphanage.
Sunday morning, Jaejoong shows up at St. Jude's Disabled Children's Home. The kids hobble over to him on crutches and braces with wide, hopeful eyes, clutching at his jeans, and the nuns bless him. They show him Yoochun. Yoochun, they say, has perfect syndrome and none of them have ever seen him sleep. He's got no faults, never played a mistake on the piano, never dropped a grain of rice at dinner.
"I don't believe them," Jaejoong says and pulls a stool up beside the wheelchair. Yoochun's fingers spill over the keys; Rachmaninov rolls over in his grave, the universe gasps, Jaejoong grins and throws Yoochun a lifeline, "You look like you've skydived before."