[2PM] Just Lee Junho
[Title] Just Lee Junho
[Rating] PG-13
[Disclaimer] I don't own any of the 2PM boys.
[Pairings] Gen, Chanho if you squint
[Summary] Junho has a bad case of identity crisis.
[Notes] Pretty much an excuse for me to write Junho meta in fic form. I would love to hear your interpretations of this fascinating boy, especially if it's completely different from mine. Enjoy. ♥
All the members of 2PM had a role, and they slid into it like a duck into water. Junsu was the talented composer, the rich vocals, the arthritic old man who couldn't stop complaining about anything and everything. Taecyeon was the rapper, the 'body', the go-to guy for hilarious body gags and engaging MC talks. Nichkhun was the beautiful 'angel', the gentleman, the other old man who nagged them to wake up in the mornings and quit hogging the shower in the evenings. Wooyoung was the moodmaker, the funny man, the fabulous dancer who could jig about like his pants were on fire. Chansung was, of course, the good-natured maknae, the eating machine, the super hot athletic guy.
And then there was him - Lee Junho.
Just, Lee Junho.
It's not that Junho thought he was bad at what he did; on the contrary, he was pretty good at it. He could sing, he could dance, he could rap (given the chance), he could write songs (Jinyoung-hyung just needed a little more persuasion to see things his way), he had a suitably 'beastly' body (which he worked damn hard to get, despite what a certain trainer said about his body type; not that he was the type to hold a grudge) -- and hey, he was even a regular on Dream Team as a recognized athlete. But that was just it; he was only "pretty good". Not "fabulous", not "fricking amazing", not "oh god I just creamed my pants marry me fantastic" - just, "pretty good".
Jack of all trades; master of none.
The last thing Junho wanted was for people to say, 'Junho, sure, Junho's okay; and, oh yeah, did anyone ever notice he looked like this really huge sunbae who used to be in the same company?'
So he tried to step up in variety shows. In an attempt to come up with funny lines to say, he went over the script so many times the night before that he actually had nightmares of showing up on set without any clothes and getting thrown out of the group for scarring innocent children on national television. He didn't know if it was the restless sleep that did it - he swore that it was the restless sleep when asked - but somehow, it never worked out the way he had planned; his group mates would barge in with their loud personalities, gain the attention of the MCs, the camera - let's face it, the entire staff - and snatch all control out of his hands, leaving him completely stunned.
The result wasn't entirely negative. His loyal fans gave him the term "Emperor" for his supposedly stoic composure, which, okay, was really cool when he thought about it. "Emperor" even sounded more regal than "Prince" - not that he ever resented Nichkhun for that title. (Well, maybe a little.) Yet, he couldn't help focusing on the flip side - on the folks who weren't Hottests, or even Hottests who weren't his fans.
These people found him cold. Standoffish.
Or worst of all: boring.
The more Junho mulled over this problem, the more he withdrew; the more he withdrew, the more the problem exacerbated. It was a vicious cycle that eventually wiped the smile off Junho's face and turned him into a sullen figure, a former shadow of himself. Even his group mates began to express worry about his belated phase of teenage rebelliousness in the form of subtle jokes for magazine interviews.
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"I just want people to know me, you know? Except I don't even know me, so how can I expect other people to know me, if even I don't know me?"
"Junho," Chansung said patiently. "Close that tab and step away from the computer."
Junho shook his head, bloodshot eyes still squinting at the bright screen. "But I need to know what fans think so I can figure out what to change-- hey, I was looking at that! Wait, what are you - Chansung, don't you dare - don't you - Chansung, put me down!"
Taecyeon poked his head out of his room. "Watch out for those teeth; he bites like a crazy bitch."
"How's that a bad thing?" said Chansung, unfazed by the flailing limbs in the vicinity of his face.
"Let's not go there," Wooyoung said wryly, flipping through a magazine on the couch.
Seated next to Wooyoung, Nichkhun flashed a sympathetic smile. "Why don't you just go with the flow next time? It seems like you're trying so hard to be something that you're too tensed to be anything at all. Relax and you'll find what you're looking for."
Junho paused in his kicking and screaming to stare hopefully at Nichkhun. "... you really think so?"
"Failing that," said Wooyoung, "The role of 'crazy bitch' is still open."
And that was when, over the chaos that ensued after Junho flew off Chansung's shoulder to lunge at Wooyoung with the grace and ferocity of a starving hyena, Junsu stepped into the living room to make an announcement that was to be the rope that rescued Junho from an abyss of doubt and low self-esteem.
"Junho," Junsu said, holding up sheets of music paper. "I think this might just be the one."
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'Composed and written by Lee Junho'
Just seeing those words on the lyrics sheets gave him such a rush, he felt lightheaded every time he opened the pages. Finally, he had achieved something special - something that would help people recognize him. And although the annoying voice in his head reminded him that Junsu was definitely more proficient, that it had actually taken him a total of 52 times to get one song approved by Jinyoung-hyung - the one song related to a sex dream that, to be perfectly honest, didn't involve a girl - at least he had found a passion he wasn't merely 'pretty good' at. (He also had a better idea of how to angle his lyrics to his boss's liking, even if it disturbed him just a tiny bit when he thought about it.)
But most of all, out of the dozen and one reasons he could think of for his elation -
"I can't believe you called my song 'instant'," Junsu grumbled in the backseat.
"You know he didn't mean it that way," Nichkhun said gently.
"I thought it was hilarious," Chansung snorted.
"So this is what happens when you relax," Taecyeon said, twisting round in his seat to grin at Junho. "You just stop thinking altogether."
"What did I tell you?" Wooyoung said, laughing. "'Crazy bitch'."
- "Give it to me" helped Junho to find himself.
[Rating] PG-13
[Disclaimer] I don't own any of the 2PM boys.
[Pairings] Gen, Chanho if you squint
[Summary] Junho has a bad case of identity crisis.
[Notes] Pretty much an excuse for me to write Junho meta in fic form. I would love to hear your interpretations of this fascinating boy, especially if it's completely different from mine. Enjoy. ♥
All the members of 2PM had a role, and they slid into it like a duck into water. Junsu was the talented composer, the rich vocals, the arthritic old man who couldn't stop complaining about anything and everything. Taecyeon was the rapper, the 'body', the go-to guy for hilarious body gags and engaging MC talks. Nichkhun was the beautiful 'angel', the gentleman, the other old man who nagged them to wake up in the mornings and quit hogging the shower in the evenings. Wooyoung was the moodmaker, the funny man, the fabulous dancer who could jig about like his pants were on fire. Chansung was, of course, the good-natured maknae, the eating machine, the super hot athletic guy.
And then there was him - Lee Junho.
Just, Lee Junho.
It's not that Junho thought he was bad at what he did; on the contrary, he was pretty good at it. He could sing, he could dance, he could rap (given the chance), he could write songs (Jinyoung-hyung just needed a little more persuasion to see things his way), he had a suitably 'beastly' body (which he worked damn hard to get, despite what a certain trainer said about his body type; not that he was the type to hold a grudge) -- and hey, he was even a regular on Dream Team as a recognized athlete. But that was just it; he was only "pretty good". Not "fabulous", not "fricking amazing", not "oh god I just creamed my pants marry me fantastic" - just, "pretty good".
Jack of all trades; master of none.
The last thing Junho wanted was for people to say, 'Junho, sure, Junho's okay; and, oh yeah, did anyone ever notice he looked like this really huge sunbae who used to be in the same company?'
So he tried to step up in variety shows. In an attempt to come up with funny lines to say, he went over the script so many times the night before that he actually had nightmares of showing up on set without any clothes and getting thrown out of the group for scarring innocent children on national television. He didn't know if it was the restless sleep that did it - he swore that it was the restless sleep when asked - but somehow, it never worked out the way he had planned; his group mates would barge in with their loud personalities, gain the attention of the MCs, the camera - let's face it, the entire staff - and snatch all control out of his hands, leaving him completely stunned.
The result wasn't entirely negative. His loyal fans gave him the term "Emperor" for his supposedly stoic composure, which, okay, was really cool when he thought about it. "Emperor" even sounded more regal than "Prince" - not that he ever resented Nichkhun for that title. (Well, maybe a little.) Yet, he couldn't help focusing on the flip side - on the folks who weren't Hottests, or even Hottests who weren't his fans.
These people found him cold. Standoffish.
Or worst of all: boring.
The more Junho mulled over this problem, the more he withdrew; the more he withdrew, the more the problem exacerbated. It was a vicious cycle that eventually wiped the smile off Junho's face and turned him into a sullen figure, a former shadow of himself. Even his group mates began to express worry about his belated phase of teenage rebelliousness in the form of subtle jokes for magazine interviews.
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"I just want people to know me, you know? Except I don't even know me, so how can I expect other people to know me, if even I don't know me?"
"Junho," Chansung said patiently. "Close that tab and step away from the computer."
Junho shook his head, bloodshot eyes still squinting at the bright screen. "But I need to know what fans think so I can figure out what to change-- hey, I was looking at that! Wait, what are you - Chansung, don't you dare - don't you - Chansung, put me down!"
Taecyeon poked his head out of his room. "Watch out for those teeth; he bites like a crazy bitch."
"How's that a bad thing?" said Chansung, unfazed by the flailing limbs in the vicinity of his face.
"Let's not go there," Wooyoung said wryly, flipping through a magazine on the couch.
Seated next to Wooyoung, Nichkhun flashed a sympathetic smile. "Why don't you just go with the flow next time? It seems like you're trying so hard to be something that you're too tensed to be anything at all. Relax and you'll find what you're looking for."
Junho paused in his kicking and screaming to stare hopefully at Nichkhun. "... you really think so?"
"Failing that," said Wooyoung, "The role of 'crazy bitch' is still open."
And that was when, over the chaos that ensued after Junho flew off Chansung's shoulder to lunge at Wooyoung with the grace and ferocity of a starving hyena, Junsu stepped into the living room to make an announcement that was to be the rope that rescued Junho from an abyss of doubt and low self-esteem.
"Junho," Junsu said, holding up sheets of music paper. "I think this might just be the one."
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
'Composed and written by Lee Junho'
Just seeing those words on the lyrics sheets gave him such a rush, he felt lightheaded every time he opened the pages. Finally, he had achieved something special - something that would help people recognize him. And although the annoying voice in his head reminded him that Junsu was definitely more proficient, that it had actually taken him a total of 52 times to get one song approved by Jinyoung-hyung - the one song related to a sex dream that, to be perfectly honest, didn't involve a girl - at least he had found a passion he wasn't merely 'pretty good' at. (He also had a better idea of how to angle his lyrics to his boss's liking, even if it disturbed him just a tiny bit when he thought about it.)
But most of all, out of the dozen and one reasons he could think of for his elation -
"I can't believe you called my song 'instant'," Junsu grumbled in the backseat.
"You know he didn't mean it that way," Nichkhun said gently.
"I thought it was hilarious," Chansung snorted.
"So this is what happens when you relax," Taecyeon said, twisting round in his seat to grin at Junho. "You just stop thinking altogether."
"What did I tell you?" Wooyoung said, laughing. "'Crazy bitch'."
- "Give it to me" helped Junho to find himself.