Miracle - Chapter One.
Title: Miracle.
Author: sydneyjae
Pairing: YunJae/JaeHo
Genre: I’m not quite sure. Some could class as Angst/Romance.
Warnings: Homosexual Relations, Vulgar Language, Self-Harm
Summary: A certain boarding school was created to help the people with specific problems to overcome them. Some use it to cure themselves, some use it as a way to connect with others like them, some are just sent because their parents can’t deal with them anymore. Jaejoong doesn’t think much of the place when he starts, only hoping it can make him normal. Upon meeting his roommate, Jung Yunho, maybe he’s been blessed with a miracle after all. Maybe.
Chapter One - Regret?
Gwangju Boarding School for Disadvantaged Youth. Commonly known as GBSDY to most people and 'living hell' to the children. A school for children in need. A school to solve problems. Not everyday problems, but serious problems. Issues that prevented certain children to blend in and be normal with everyone else in the world.
Every student had their own problem, no matter how different and farfetched they were. That was why the school was created in the first place. To cater for the pupils needs.
There were five different dorms in GBSDY, each helping in different aspects of the pupils life. ’d all receive endless pamphlets, leaflets and guide books on how to eat healthily, even if it was already drummed into them inside out.
Dorm A was created to help pupils with eating disorders. Each member of the dorm attends a special counselling session each week. They
The second dorm, Dorm B, was for all the students with mental health issues. As each of their problems were so amazingly widespread across all kinds of aspects, specialist counsellors came and went, helping as many pupils that they could.
Dorm C was for the kids with addictions. This mainly involved illegal and/or dangerous substances like drugs and alcohol. All the children already knew the danger they were putting themselves into but none seemed to care.
Dorm D, the fourth dorm, was for the students that possessed behavioural problems. Sometimes, the pupils in this dorm would have to go to special, private lessons, separate from all the other students because they were so uncomfortable in normal ones.
The fifth and final dorm was Dorm E. This dorm was for the kids who were, as they put it, unwanted. The place where kids that had no parents, kids that had been tossed out and kids that wanted to take time away, although the latter was hardly ever the case without a good reason.
Jaejoong clenched to his seat so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He was so not looking forward to going to this new boarding school. No matter what his social workers said, he was sure that this place was not going to help him in the slightest. The only thing he'd barely get from it was weekly counselling that might guide him to become more normal. Maybe not even that.
The noise of the car crossing the path of gravel towards the gates of the school just made Jaejoong more nervous. He brought his knees close to his chest, shut his eyes and began rocking slowly, calming himself down.
As the engine stopped, his social worker, Taeyeon, spun around from her steering wheel and leant her arm on the passenger seat, "We're here!", she said before realising Jaejoong's position. She sighed in pity and placed her hand on the blonde's knee in attempt to soothe the stressed teenager, but just resulted in Jaejoong wincing in fear.
"Jaejoong, please trust me. I've never done you wrong have I? I know I've said before, but this place will be good for you. I promise."
The timid boy didn't reply, just burrowed his head in between his chest and knees. He'd promised himself that he was not going to set foot into that school whether Taeyeon liked it or not. Unfortunately, Taeyeon's thoughts were quite the opposite of that.
Unbuckling her seatbelt and exiting the small vehicle, she tapped on Jaejoong's window before opening up the door. She wished he'd be a little bit more willing.
"Do you want me to get your suit-" but before the young woman could finish her sentance, the blonde boy had rushed out of the car and picked up his things from the trunk of the car and stood staring with eyes like a deer in headlights. Letting a quick smirk slip across her face, Taeyeon walked across to the shaking teenager and placed her arm around him, whispering words of encouragement, and led him towards the school.
Jaejoong stared up at the huge school that awaited him. It was nothing like his social workers had said it'd be, nor was it like what the other kids at the orphanage had described. Taeyeon had called it a lovely, clean building in a pretty location with lots of flowers, a wonderous smell and everyone was friendly. However, the other children at the orphanage had called it a living nightmare. They'd made it out to be some sort of grey castle with thunder, lightening and trees that came alive and killed everyone at night. Of course, Jaejoong, however vunerable he was, was too old for silly stories like that. He was seventeen for heaven's sake.
The school turned out to be a boring brick school like every other boarding school in the country. Although despite this, he remained afraid of the interior, especially as he wasn't the most confident person to begin with.
The name of the school didn't help at all though. Gwangju Boarding School for the Disadvantaged Youth. Jaejoong felt that it couldn't get anymore patronising if it tried. Telling the remainder of his friends that he was going to a school with the words, 'disadvantaged youth' in the title was enough to lose them too.
The blonde was grateful for the absence of people in the reception of the school and was directed to a seat by Taeyeon while she went to check him in with the elderly looking lady sat behind a desk. Sitting awkwardly cross-legged on the chair, Jaejoong overheard the whole conversation between his social worker and the receptionist.
"Name?" the old grey-haired lady asked, a fake smile plastered across her face. She looked like someone who'd been sat there nearly all her life, scarred from every studen that ever entered the school. Her eyes were cold, she looked unbelieveably unhappy and she had a monotone voice. Jaejoong hope that he wouldn't be seeing her very often.
"Kim Jaejoong."
The typing that the woman performed was giving the teenager a headache. She only had to press twelve buttons on her keyboard and yet his name seemed a thousand letters long.
"Aha, yes. Although the application didn't seem to specify a problem or a preferred dorm." Jaejoong couldn't stop himself groaning at the word, 'problem'. Noticing his loathe of the word, Taeyeon lowered her voice to try and avoid him hearing the rest of the conversation.
"Yeah, you see, I didn't specify a problem because his is... err, kind of all of them."
The old woman didn't know what to say. Out of all the years she'd spent at the school, never had she come across someone like Jaejoong, a young person that crossed every single aspect of the school. She'd checked in kids that couldn't behave, kids that had been rejected from their homes, kids that had an addiction to drinking alcohol but never had she met someone like him. Someone that had OCD involving hygiene, behavioural and eating issues when they were upset, performed self-mutilation when alone or dirty and was left by their own family. How could anyone possibly have so many problems? Jaejoong was a special one and she had no idea what to do with him.
"We'll just have to put him in Dorm E and I'll put him down dor the counselling sessions for the other issues.", she said with a nervous cough.
Taking a sheet of paper with Jaejoong's room number on, Taeyeon thanked the lady behind the desk and returned to the blonde teenager who had seemed to forget where he was by humming to himself. He jumped when Taeyeon's hand was placed on his shoulder and stood up, cowering slightly.
"Come on Jaejoong, let's go find your room."
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It seemed to take years of Jaejoong’s life weaving through the halls of the rather depressing school. Taeyeon had gotten lost on more than one occasion and apologized to the boy who was drowned in his own suitcases.
When they finally arrived at the door of Room 330, Jaejoong just stared at the door, dropping his possessions in the process, causing them to land on the floor with a ‘thump’.
"Jaejoong, I’m going to leave you to make friends with your roommate now. You know that I’ll always be on the other side of the phone, just call me if you have a proble… I mean, if you’re unhappy, but I know you’ll be fine. See you at the end of the year."
Taeyeon kissed the top of his head, turned and began to walk away. The last person Jaejoong could trust was leaving and now he was on his own and starting new. He desperately wanted to call out to her and tell her not to leave but he wasn’t able to find his voice. He toyed with the idea of ringing her up and telling her that he was already unhappy and begging her to take him back to the dreary orphanage where he’d been trying to live for the past two years. Surely it would be much better than living here.
He couldn’t bring himself to either open or knock the door. What if there was no one in there? Then he’d be in a small space with no one to talk to and no one to comfort him if he got upset. Then again, who knows if the person placed with the burden of being his roommate would talk or comfort him anyway? Jaejoong knew that he’d just get attached to this unfortunate person and then he’d be rejected and it’d repeat itself over and over and fucking over again and living with them would just be awkward for the both of them.
Hearing the sound of something crash to the floor and then an, ‘Ouch’, from inside the room, Jaejoong stiffened and became rather nervous of who exactly was in there. At least he knew that someone was there.
"Oh for fuck sake."
Knowing he shouldn’t, Jaejoong managed to smile to himself at the comments that the mystery person was making. He didn’t want to intrude on whatever they were doing, despite the fact the room was just as much his as the other’s, and gaining a curious feeling of who could in there, he brought his knuckles up to the door and put on a face that tried to hide his worry of the whole situation.
The rustling from inside the room ceased and a shuffle of feet could be heard as the person approached the door. When the door squeaked open, Jaejoong (who’s jaw was probably hitting the floor by now) found that it was nearly impossible for him to breathe.
The sight of the person standing before him was probably enough to make the blonde completely forget every single thing about the world and probably faint. Instead, he just stood there and stared (which was probably the much better idea).
Jaejoong found himself lost in the other’s chocolate brown eyes, which were so deep it was nearly unbelievable. His eyes trailed from the other’s towards the other features on his face. He had a straight nose, plump lips and a beautiful jaw line. His visage was what some could only describe as perfect, but perfect usually meant that it couldn’t get any better, whereas with this certain male, his dark, messy hair just made his look more stunningly gorgeous and very nearly irresistible.
When the blonde collected himself and closed his mouth, he was began to turn away. He’d have to go back downstairs and speak to the elderly receptionist. He couldn’t stay with this guy, he was going to make a bad situation even worse and such a beautiful boy shouldn’t be left with a burden as bad as Jaejoong. He deserved someone a little less weird. But as he tried to turn away, something wrapped around his wrist and he jumped, staring at the male with his huge doe eyes. The other let go and backed off a little, holding his hands in the air as if to give himself up.
"Sorry," oh that voice, "I was just going to ask you where you were going. You’re in this room right?" he asked as he bent his head to look at the paper in Jaejoong’s fist. "Three hundred and thirty. Definitely here." and he smiled. Jaejoong wasn’t sure, but he thought he may have died a little inside, skipping heartbeats was not healthy.
"Jung Yunho." the male said as he held out his hand with a grin, "and you are?"
The flaxen haired teen stared down at the perfectly crafted hand before him and then back at the owner. Taking the hand and wincing at the contact, he replied, "K-Kim J-Jaejoong."
"Well I guess we’re roommates, Jaejoong! Come on in and watch out for my things, I dropped one of my cases a minute ago and my stuff went everywhere." Yunho said, helping Jaejoong with one of his suitcases. Usually, the blonde would’ve complained but he was allowing himself to succumb to the visual and audio wonders of the lovely, new Jung Yunho.
Obviously this was going to end badly.
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A/N 2 - Okay, Chapter Two shall be up shortly. Please comment? I love you~!
A/N 3 - LJ or my programmes are being a bit bitchy so some of this might be fucked up. I apologize again. xD