unfinished request: cliché changmin pov
1996
I'm going to my new house today. I don't want to. I really don't want to. Just because Appa gets a new job, we have to move. I have to leave all my friends for this. I don't want to do that, but I can't do anything to stop leaving.
I look out the window right when the car stops in front of our new house. I go inside. The house is nice, really nice, but I don't like it. This isn't home, not to me.
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Umma and Appa tell me we're going to meet our new neighbors today and eat at their house for dinner. I want to scream and cry and tell them I don't want to, but I know they won't listen to me. When it's time to leave, I bring my iPod. I heard they have a boy who's two years older than me. I don't want to talk to him. I don't want to have to be friends with him. I probably won't like him anyway.
We walk over there and ring the doorbell. The Kims open the door and smile at all of us. I frown at them. If I smile then I might have to start talking to them. We bow to them and introduce ourselves to each other. I look at the boy with the black hair and dark eyes-Jaejoong. He looks kind of excited to see me.
Jaejoong's umma tells me to go and play with Jaejoong in his room. I follow him and go up the stairs. He starts to talk when we get to his room.
"You can sit down, if you want," he sits at his desk chair and looks at me. I keep standing there, I don't want to talk to him in any way.
He looks kind of uncomfortable. He tries to talk to me again, so annoying. "So..." It's kind of funny watching how nervous looks. "Do you want to play a game? I have a Play Station 2. Here." He goes to his games and shows me some. "Tell me which one you want to play."
I look down at the games, look up at him, and take out my iPod and start listening to it. He's too boring. I don't like him. At all. I close my eyes and don't pay attention to him for the rest of the time we're at his house.
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Umma and Appa told me Jaejoong is going to walk with me to school today. I don't want to go with him, so I leave right away. I hear Umma and Appa scolding at me but I don't care. I don't want to talk to him.
But he catches up to me anyway. He's too tall. "Hi Changmin-"
"Don't call me Changmin," I snap at him. He looks confused and sad now, and I kind of feel bad but he can't call me that. He's not close enough to me to call me that.
He starts talking to me again. "Then what do you want me to call you-"
"Use an honorific. I'm not close to you." I say it fast.
He looks confused still, and nervously says, "O-oh, okay. Changmin-sshi." That's a lot better.
"Good." I start walking faster so I can get away from him, but he catches up again. I wish he'd just leave me alone.
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I avoid him for the rest of the day and I meet some people in my class. They're nice, so I go and eat with them during lunch. I see Jaejoong coming over and make sure to look happy without him. I watch him walk away unhappily.
Later, when schools over, I leave without him too. Maybe now, after all of this he'll stop annoying me.
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He won't stop talking to me. He even comes over every time he can and even though I told Umma and Appa I don't want him here they won't listen to me. They keep telling me I should be friends with him, but I told them already, I don't like him. He is really nice though, and sometimes he makes me smile, but I don't like him. Not at all.
He's here again. I'm not sure if I'm happy or angry (anymore) about it. "Changmin," he says, without the honorific. I still ignore him, just like I do every time he comes to my house. I don't want to like him. "Changmin," he says again without it. I want to hit him but then I would get in trouble if I did that.
All of a sudden, he pokes me in the ribs, right in my tickle spot. I start laughing and he starts smiling at me. I almost smile back, but then I realise I shouldn't. I don't want to be close to him. I move away from him, but he starts coming closer, his hands aiming for my tickle spot.
He almost gets me when he trips. I'm not even sure on what he tripped on but I start laughing really hard. He's kind of funny when he does things like that.
Okay...the more I think about it...he's not that bad.
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2002
Honestly, I don't feel that fantastic about doing this to him, but I have to. It's a date with fucking Victoria of all people. He knows how much I like her, and the fact that she's said yes to a Saturday night movie is just-I can't even explain, can't even understand why she'd go out with me (Jaejoong begs to differ on that). I wish he'd understand, but I know he didn't. I could tell right when I'd told him last week.
Which explains this: Myself taking my sweet, precious time to meet with him, right after the (quite amazing) date. The things I do for him.
I'm walking up the stairs when I hear the obvious, nervous scrambling coming from his bedroom as he tries to 'prepare' himself for me. With a slight push of my hand, the door creaks open, and I welcome the sight of a Shakespeare-reading Jaejoong. He tries so hard it's become amusing.
"Hey." Oh, so he's ignoring me is he? Damn, he's making this too difficult to take seriously. I can barely hide the smirk on my face.
I try his name this time, a simple, easy "Jaejoong."
There he goes, sending me this faux look of surprise. He closes the book, politely inquiring about the date as if everything he's doing isn't as obvious as the time Jaejoong told me he'd go gay for James Cameron ("Creator of Titanic, Changmin, who wouldn't go gay for him?").
I repeat his name, a knowing look upon my face: "Jaejoong."
"What?" He peers up at me with that overly cute, vomit-inducing puppy-dog look. Sometimes I wonder if he'll ever realise I can read him like a book.
I assume not. "You know what, Jaejoong. I know you're pissed at me. You've got to be kidding me if you didn't think I'd notice."
"Well then I guess I'm not kidding you," he stupidly retorts. I just save myself from heavily rolling his eyes at him, instead opting to ignore the comment and continue with this little charade. "Right," I deadpan. The look on his face is priceless. "Obviously you know I'm sorry," I start, lamely peering over at him. "Very sorry," the sarcasm never fails to come through, "I missed movie night with you.Titanic, too." By the end of it I look as though 2012's just a second away. "How was it?"
"I didn't watch it." The shock in his eyes tells me he hadn't planned on saying that. I play along as if I don't notice, going straight for the truth with the simple question: "Oh, so you made plans?"
Cold and dejected, he tells me "No." As if that wasn't obvious. The minute I saw him with Shakespeare in his hands the truth was out.
A long, sarcastic sigh falls from my lips. "Then I guess I'll have to spend the night here then."
He brightens up the minute I say it.
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