[Fic] (Un)Lucky
This came out of a dream that I had after a talk with kelseyum, machine_of_july and yuxo a while back♥.
It's full fail and all that fun stuff :D
YUXI STOP MAKING ME DREAM WEIRD THINGS LOLOLOLOL.
Thank you cruel_disorder for beta-ing for me once again♥
California.
You never thought the heat could be worse than it was back home, but you were mistaken.
It isn't your fault though; you'd never once left your home country during your twenty years of life.
Sighing in relief once you enter the air-conditioned hotel lobby you wonder just how badly your friends are going to kill you once they get a hold of you.
Honestly, it wasn't your fault for wandering away. Everything was just so new and that store had immediately caught your attention. You'd only meant to look inside for a second.
Telling your friends hadn't even crossed your mind. In retrospect it could have been worse; at least you had had the sense to ask for directions back to your hotel.
Not bad for your first real foray out into the real world.
The hotel lobby is teeming with young people. Not that that's surprising. It's Los Angeles. Hollywood Bowl season. Everyone's here to see their favourite idols.
Lucky for you that your mother didn't kick you four ways to Sunday when you unexpectedly announced that you'd be flying across the border all by your lonesome self (somehow she never really factored in that you were going with three other people and you really hadn’t wanted to press your luck trying to remind her of that fact).
Double lucky that DBSK decided to perform again this year.
Triple lucky that you're staying in the same hotel as them. Not that you'd seen them. The novelty of the city lured you away from the hotel as soon as you checked in and dumped your stuff.
Quadruple lucky as you walk into the elevator and find yourself standing there with only Kim Jaejoong for company.
Scratch that. Not lucky at all.
Panic sets in as you try not to make a public mockery of yourself in front of the "Object of Your Lust", (which you jokingly refer to him as when you're with friends). It's not a crime. The man is just sexy.
What the hell. Is it just you or is the elevator moving super slow right now?
Somehow during this excruciatingly long elevator ride, you've managed to shift over so much that you're practically pressing yourself against the elevator wall as far away from the man as possible.
Other fans would probably try to move closer, wouldn't they?
Your strange just cannot be explained. Best not to try as the attempt could possibly end in tears.
Finally, salvation! You hear the ding of the elevator and watch through the corner of your eye as Kim Jaejoong walks out. Your friend was right, he really does have a sexy, manly swagger.
Your sigh of relief is cut short when Mr. I-swagger-sexily whips back around with cell phone in hand.
You won't be fooled. You've suffered this shock treatment from your cousins countless times and have had to live through numerous embarrassing pictures of yourself in the moment.
Just as quickly you lift your hand to cover your face in order to foil his picture-taking plans. You know you've succeeded when you hear him make a small noise of disappointment.
Score one for you. Take that stupid cousins! You've learned their ways.
Caught up in the moment and basking in your self-proclaimed victory you forget the whole "I-don't-want-to-make-a-public-mockery-of-myself" mindset and LOL (quite loudly), accompanied with a loud I win (embarrassing air punches and all).
You don't realize what an idiot you've made of yourself until you realize that Kim Jaejoong is still standing there, cell phone hanging limply in his hand, a dumbfounded look on his face.
Fuck. You really didn't.
No. You did.
Falling in a pit and staying there for the rest of your life looks pretty appealing at this point.
Refusing to make eye contact, whilst hiding your face with your hair (thank god you left it down. This is probably the most mortifying event of your existence), you frantically push the button for your floor, willing the doors to close faster damnit!
The doors don’t close.
Looking up at the sign that displays the current level you realize with horror that this actually is your floor.
Kim Jaejoong is still standing there.
Forget the pit. Dying on the spot seems most desirable.
Clearing your throat awkwardly, you muster the courage to step out of the elevator.
You still refuse to make eye contact as you subtly try not to actually brush against the man who probably thinks that you are a) intensely stupid, b) clinically insane, c) completely pathetic, or d) all of the above.
Then you hightail it back to your hotel room, only stopping to fumble with your card key hoping that he hasn't followed.
Finally in, you use your ninja skills to peek around the corner to see if Kim Jaejoong is there.
The hallway is empty and you don't think you've ever been happier than at this moment.
Lying on your bed you refuse to dwell on the most mortifying ten minutes of your life.
He probably sees hundreds of girls on any given day. If you ever happened to cross paths again he would never remember you.
Satisfied with your logic you drift off to sleep.
Two hours later (7pm says the clock) you wake up to your hotel phone ringing.
It's the moment of truth (probably better known as the moment of your demise).
It's your friends freaking out (where the hell did you go? -so worried! -didn't say anything! -why the hell don't you answer your stupid phone? -going to kill you when we see you!).
You assure them that you're fine, that you stupidly got lost but found your way back to the hotel, and yes you have enough smarts to get yourself down to the restaurant connected to the hotel lobby without needing backup.
You freshen up in the bathroom, then realize in horror that you slept on your bed with the clothes you wore outside on. Ew. This is your OCD. Germs. Do not want on your fucking bed. You have to remember to change the sheets when you get back.
Walking towards the elevator lobby you realize that one elevator has its doors open.
Fuck waiting. You're hungry.
So you sprint with all your worth to catch the damn thing.
Upon seeing the occupants you inwardly curse your stupid stomach.
Standing in the elevator is not just one, but all five members of Dong Bang freaking Shin Ki.
Yunho sees you and holds the door with his arm, gesturing for you to come in with a smile.
Oh hell no.
Please. Let your eyesight be so terrible that you just imagined that all five of them were there.
You would have been okay with four. Really, you would have. Especially if it were the four members whose names didn't start with Kim and end with Jaejoong.
Was two hours enough time for him to forget you?
Standing right in front of the doors you have a panic fest in your mind.
Jesus, why are they so tall?
Why isn't the elevator bigger?
Why the hell are you standing in the middle?
You’ve never felt more claustrophobic.
Losing your balance, you tip slightly to your right, nudging the shoulder (who the hell are you kidding small fry?) arm of the person next to you.
You immediately turn to apologize and the words die on your lips.
Really now. You're sure that some higher power really does hate you as you stare at the face of one Kim Jaejoong.
Damnit. Three instances of luck really is all you're going to get.
Wait, make it two. Why did you ever think it was lucky to be residing in the same hotel as DBSK?
You watch in horror as his eyes widen. Covering his mouth, he makes a sound of recognition and points at you with his free hand.
You think you should be worried about the amount of times you've wished for a sudden death in just one day.
Shuffling away you bump into yet another person. You'd forgotten that the other members were there too.
Well isn’t this just an all-around jolly fail-fest.
Mumbling an apology you settle back into your original spot right in front of the doors.
You really do think that this blasted elevator system hates you. It seems to be going even slower than it did the last time.
You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn in that direction.
CLICK!
Oh hell no. Is there really no justice in the world?
Kim Jaejoong grins at you from behind his open cell phone. The cell phone that now has your mug shot for him to look at and laugh at for as long as he jolly well pleases.
If you killed him the other members would find the strength to go on, wouldn't they?
And you could go into hiding for the rest of your life.
Yes, sounds like a good plan.
While you're thinking of ways to dispatch of Kim Jaejoong (perhaps in terrible, hurtful ways) your plans are foiled as the ding of the elevator sounds.
You can only watch slack jawed as Jaejoong sticks his tongue out at you (how old is he, really?) followed by a teasing merong! before he rushes out of the elevator.
You can hear the quiet chuckles of the other four behind you before they file out one by one.
An amused smile from Changmin. (You really should take a picture for your one friend. She loves him. Plus if you brought that back maybe, possibly, she'd alter her plans of killing you).
Loud laughter from Junsu. (If you could, you'd really like to capture that sound in a bottle. It sounds even more amazing in real life).
A wink from Yoochun. (Seriously, you'd like to die once again but for a completely different reason. You pretty much think that you're a pile of goo at this point).
A pat on the head from Yunho. (It's comforting and you're happy, but you hope that no other fan saw that. As much as you've wished for a swift end you don't think you actually really want to die).
Finally you're standing by your lonesome self, staring at your reflection from the elevator door (for some reason you just couldn't find it in you to move).
Before the doors had shut you could have sworn that you had seen Jaejoong pop his head around the corner, a little grin on his face.
He’s just too cute. Annoying, but cute.
You think that's enough to let him off your shit list.
Besides, you’d be sad if he wasn’t around to look at sing anymore.
You also take back what you thought earlier. You really are lucky to be in the same hotel as DBSK (if you do not acknowledge the fact there is now, what is most likely, an extremely unflattering picture of yourself stored on Kim Jaejoong's cell phone, you're as happy as a clam).
Yep. Good times.
The doors ding open once again and you're shaken out of your daze.
You let out a meep as you gaze upon the faces of three extremely unimpressed friends.
You'd apparently taken so long that they had come to find you.
Begging for mercy, you promise them that there is an extremely good reason for your absence.
A reason that you will tell them. Once you can get another word in edgewise.
(And damnit, you had forgotten to get that picture of Changmin).
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As always comments and concrit are welcomed and appreciated :)♥
It's full fail and all that fun stuff :D
YUXI STOP MAKING ME DREAM WEIRD THINGS LOLOLOLOL.
Thank you cruel_disorder for beta-ing for me once again♥
California.
You never thought the heat could be worse than it was back home, but you were mistaken.
It isn't your fault though; you'd never once left your home country during your twenty years of life.
Sighing in relief once you enter the air-conditioned hotel lobby you wonder just how badly your friends are going to kill you once they get a hold of you.
Honestly, it wasn't your fault for wandering away. Everything was just so new and that store had immediately caught your attention. You'd only meant to look inside for a second.
Telling your friends hadn't even crossed your mind. In retrospect it could have been worse; at least you had had the sense to ask for directions back to your hotel.
Not bad for your first real foray out into the real world.
The hotel lobby is teeming with young people. Not that that's surprising. It's Los Angeles. Hollywood Bowl season. Everyone's here to see their favourite idols.
Lucky for you that your mother didn't kick you four ways to Sunday when you unexpectedly announced that you'd be flying across the border all by your lonesome self (somehow she never really factored in that you were going with three other people and you really hadn’t wanted to press your luck trying to remind her of that fact).
Double lucky that DBSK decided to perform again this year.
Triple lucky that you're staying in the same hotel as them. Not that you'd seen them. The novelty of the city lured you away from the hotel as soon as you checked in and dumped your stuff.
Quadruple lucky as you walk into the elevator and find yourself standing there with only Kim Jaejoong for company.
Scratch that. Not lucky at all.
Panic sets in as you try not to make a public mockery of yourself in front of the "Object of Your Lust", (which you jokingly refer to him as when you're with friends). It's not a crime. The man is just sexy.
What the hell. Is it just you or is the elevator moving super slow right now?
Somehow during this excruciatingly long elevator ride, you've managed to shift over so much that you're practically pressing yourself against the elevator wall as far away from the man as possible.
Other fans would probably try to move closer, wouldn't they?
Your strange just cannot be explained. Best not to try as the attempt could possibly end in tears.
Finally, salvation! You hear the ding of the elevator and watch through the corner of your eye as Kim Jaejoong walks out. Your friend was right, he really does have a sexy, manly swagger.
Your sigh of relief is cut short when Mr. I-swagger-sexily whips back around with cell phone in hand.
You won't be fooled. You've suffered this shock treatment from your cousins countless times and have had to live through numerous embarrassing pictures of yourself in the moment.
Just as quickly you lift your hand to cover your face in order to foil his picture-taking plans. You know you've succeeded when you hear him make a small noise of disappointment.
Score one for you. Take that stupid cousins! You've learned their ways.
Caught up in the moment and basking in your self-proclaimed victory you forget the whole "I-don't-want-to-make-a-public-mockery-of-myself" mindset and LOL (quite loudly), accompanied with a loud I win (embarrassing air punches and all).
You don't realize what an idiot you've made of yourself until you realize that Kim Jaejoong is still standing there, cell phone hanging limply in his hand, a dumbfounded look on his face.
Fuck. You really didn't.
No. You did.
Falling in a pit and staying there for the rest of your life looks pretty appealing at this point.
Refusing to make eye contact, whilst hiding your face with your hair (thank god you left it down. This is probably the most mortifying event of your existence), you frantically push the button for your floor, willing the doors to close faster damnit!
The doors don’t close.
Looking up at the sign that displays the current level you realize with horror that this actually is your floor.
Kim Jaejoong is still standing there.
Forget the pit. Dying on the spot seems most desirable.
Clearing your throat awkwardly, you muster the courage to step out of the elevator.
You still refuse to make eye contact as you subtly try not to actually brush against the man who probably thinks that you are a) intensely stupid, b) clinically insane, c) completely pathetic, or d) all of the above.
Then you hightail it back to your hotel room, only stopping to fumble with your card key hoping that he hasn't followed.
Finally in, you use your ninja skills to peek around the corner to see if Kim Jaejoong is there.
The hallway is empty and you don't think you've ever been happier than at this moment.
Lying on your bed you refuse to dwell on the most mortifying ten minutes of your life.
He probably sees hundreds of girls on any given day. If you ever happened to cross paths again he would never remember you.
Satisfied with your logic you drift off to sleep.
Two hours later (7pm says the clock) you wake up to your hotel phone ringing.
It's the moment of truth (probably better known as the moment of your demise).
It's your friends freaking out (where the hell did you go? -so worried! -didn't say anything! -why the hell don't you answer your stupid phone? -going to kill you when we see you!).
You assure them that you're fine, that you stupidly got lost but found your way back to the hotel, and yes you have enough smarts to get yourself down to the restaurant connected to the hotel lobby without needing backup.
You freshen up in the bathroom, then realize in horror that you slept on your bed with the clothes you wore outside on. Ew. This is your OCD. Germs. Do not want on your fucking bed. You have to remember to change the sheets when you get back.
Walking towards the elevator lobby you realize that one elevator has its doors open.
Fuck waiting. You're hungry.
So you sprint with all your worth to catch the damn thing.
Upon seeing the occupants you inwardly curse your stupid stomach.
Standing in the elevator is not just one, but all five members of Dong Bang freaking Shin Ki.
Yunho sees you and holds the door with his arm, gesturing for you to come in with a smile.
Oh hell no.
Please. Let your eyesight be so terrible that you just imagined that all five of them were there.
You would have been okay with four. Really, you would have. Especially if it were the four members whose names didn't start with Kim and end with Jaejoong.
Was two hours enough time for him to forget you?
Standing right in front of the doors you have a panic fest in your mind.
Jesus, why are they so tall?
Why isn't the elevator bigger?
Why the hell are you standing in the middle?
You’ve never felt more claustrophobic.
Losing your balance, you tip slightly to your right, nudging the shoulder (who the hell are you kidding small fry?) arm of the person next to you.
You immediately turn to apologize and the words die on your lips.
Really now. You're sure that some higher power really does hate you as you stare at the face of one Kim Jaejoong.
Damnit. Three instances of luck really is all you're going to get.
Wait, make it two. Why did you ever think it was lucky to be residing in the same hotel as DBSK?
You watch in horror as his eyes widen. Covering his mouth, he makes a sound of recognition and points at you with his free hand.
You think you should be worried about the amount of times you've wished for a sudden death in just one day.
Shuffling away you bump into yet another person. You'd forgotten that the other members were there too.
Well isn’t this just an all-around jolly fail-fest.
Mumbling an apology you settle back into your original spot right in front of the doors.
You really do think that this blasted elevator system hates you. It seems to be going even slower than it did the last time.
You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn in that direction.
CLICK!
Oh hell no. Is there really no justice in the world?
Kim Jaejoong grins at you from behind his open cell phone. The cell phone that now has your mug shot for him to look at and laugh at for as long as he jolly well pleases.
If you killed him the other members would find the strength to go on, wouldn't they?
And you could go into hiding for the rest of your life.
Yes, sounds like a good plan.
While you're thinking of ways to dispatch of Kim Jaejoong (perhaps in terrible, hurtful ways) your plans are foiled as the ding of the elevator sounds.
You can only watch slack jawed as Jaejoong sticks his tongue out at you (how old is he, really?) followed by a teasing merong! before he rushes out of the elevator.
You can hear the quiet chuckles of the other four behind you before they file out one by one.
An amused smile from Changmin. (You really should take a picture for your one friend. She loves him. Plus if you brought that back maybe, possibly, she'd alter her plans of killing you).
Loud laughter from Junsu. (If you could, you'd really like to capture that sound in a bottle. It sounds even more amazing in real life).
A wink from Yoochun. (Seriously, you'd like to die once again but for a completely different reason. You pretty much think that you're a pile of goo at this point).
A pat on the head from Yunho. (It's comforting and you're happy, but you hope that no other fan saw that. As much as you've wished for a swift end you don't think you actually really want to die).
Finally you're standing by your lonesome self, staring at your reflection from the elevator door (for some reason you just couldn't find it in you to move).
Before the doors had shut you could have sworn that you had seen Jaejoong pop his head around the corner, a little grin on his face.
He’s just too cute. Annoying, but cute.
You think that's enough to let him off your shit list.
Besides, you’d be sad if he wasn’t around to look at sing anymore.
You also take back what you thought earlier. You really are lucky to be in the same hotel as DBSK (if you do not acknowledge the fact there is now, what is most likely, an extremely unflattering picture of yourself stored on Kim Jaejoong's cell phone, you're as happy as a clam).
Yep. Good times.
The doors ding open once again and you're shaken out of your daze.
You let out a meep as you gaze upon the faces of three extremely unimpressed friends.
You'd apparently taken so long that they had come to find you.
Begging for mercy, you promise them that there is an extremely good reason for your absence.
A reason that you will tell them. Once you can get another word in edgewise.
(And damnit, you had forgotten to get that picture of Changmin).
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As always comments and concrit are welcomed and appreciated :)♥