[FIC] String of Fate
Title: String of Fate
Summary: Yoochun likes to think that they were all connected by a long red string guided by fate that stretched across the world, glued firmly to their hearts and eventually wound together until they met.
Pairing: Yoochun!centric. OT5
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Don't own DBSK/JYJ
yoochun likes to think that they were all connected by a long red string that stretched across the world, glued firmly to their hearts and eventually wound together until they met. it's the only explanation that comes into his mind every time he looks at his members proudly and his heart swells with too many emotions to put in words, instead transforming into trails of sweet tears down his grinning face.
how else can you explain how well all five of them meshes together? how flawlessly their voices combine to sound the closest like angels in heaven, led by jaejoong's soft but firm tones and sometimes the result even shocks himself because it's too perfect, too beautiful, too sweet.
it's always on the stage where he feels the connection between them all, when they harmonize and when sweat is running down in rivulets and the fans' cheer only ring louder and louder in his ears until they threaten to overwhelm the music and their own voices magnified by the speakers dotting the stage. it's then when the red string glows so brightly red, linked on each of their pinkies and microphones, reflecting the bright ocean of lights.
how else can you explain how all five of them came together in one company, one room on a hot summer when he was separated by an entire ocean in a foreign country whose language he doesn't speak, when changmin was only an ordinary high school student who was caught playing badminton, when junsu was supposed to debut years ago but was held back because of his voice, even though it's now husky, soft, and holds its own unique flavor that yoochun loves listening to so much, when yunho and jaejoong were supposed to be part of "four seasons" and not a new concept?
yoochun knows that he must've followed the red string's lead back to his motherland and finally break away from the country meant for endless happiness and promises - all lies because no child should have to work so hard so young to support his family - and the red string leads him back to chlidishly beautiful dreams turning into reality when he meets the other four parts of his soul that he didnt know was always missing.
he finds his soulmate in jaejoong, his own personal ray of sunshine in junsu, an unfaltering pillar of strength and support from yunho, and changmin, someone down to earth and normal amidst all the chaos and craziness.
it's all too perfect and good and he wakes up every day praying that it isnt just a dream, that this is the reality that he now lives in; he keeps wondering every day of what he had done in his past life to deserve such a good life, finding his niche in this big, big world at last and living out his dreams previously wasted on straining his voice too much practicing with old records and tiring out fingers from trying to play the piano.
then one day he comes around with limbs sore and tired, headache about to force him to pass out again, voice scratchy and hoarse, hardly comprehensible and sees the sign that he's about to wake up because his wings can't let him soar in the sky anymore; they've become worn and broken without him noticing.
the red string is thin, stretched out, fragile, worn just like his body and his wings.
he wastes too many hours trying to fix it, trying to put smiles on everyone's faces but knowing that he's bringing them all down from the desperation and anxiety that they can almost taste in the air.
the string snaps halfway and he's falling like a bad nightmare and finally, finally jerks awake and sees only two people instead of four. he feels the sting of a purpling bruise on his swollen cheek, bringing up a hand as he remembers the anger and the thick betrayal that came with the hit.
connections disappear from his soul and he's so hollow, so empty on the inside again; pieces are missing again, flying too far away, out of his heart and out of his reach. he turns into a mannequin, saying rehearsed words and repeating actions over and over mechanical, and then eventually even those strings that held him up as a doll snaps and he breaks away to run.
years later he slows but hasnt stopped.
yoochun still runs because he never quite learned any other way.
(Author's Notes: funny thing is, i meant to write this almost two years ago but i never found the right words. now with all kinds of ot5 things hitting me it finally flowed out. this is my own interpretation. yoochun always felt like the most sensitive and breakable of them all, and i was always under the impression that instead of choosing to deal with the lawsuit he just kinda ran away from it. i also have all kinds of stupid theories lets not get into of course yoochun has changed over the years so this is probably really off now. maybe he moved on the fastest, who knows?
being an ot5 fan sucks and being yoochun-biased is even more tiring. OTL)
Summary: Yoochun likes to think that they were all connected by a long red string guided by fate that stretched across the world, glued firmly to their hearts and eventually wound together until they met.
Pairing: Yoochun!centric. OT5
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Don't own DBSK/JYJ
yoochun likes to think that they were all connected by a long red string that stretched across the world, glued firmly to their hearts and eventually wound together until they met. it's the only explanation that comes into his mind every time he looks at his members proudly and his heart swells with too many emotions to put in words, instead transforming into trails of sweet tears down his grinning face.
how else can you explain how well all five of them meshes together? how flawlessly their voices combine to sound the closest like angels in heaven, led by jaejoong's soft but firm tones and sometimes the result even shocks himself because it's too perfect, too beautiful, too sweet.
it's always on the stage where he feels the connection between them all, when they harmonize and when sweat is running down in rivulets and the fans' cheer only ring louder and louder in his ears until they threaten to overwhelm the music and their own voices magnified by the speakers dotting the stage. it's then when the red string glows so brightly red, linked on each of their pinkies and microphones, reflecting the bright ocean of lights.
how else can you explain how all five of them came together in one company, one room on a hot summer when he was separated by an entire ocean in a foreign country whose language he doesn't speak, when changmin was only an ordinary high school student who was caught playing badminton, when junsu was supposed to debut years ago but was held back because of his voice, even though it's now husky, soft, and holds its own unique flavor that yoochun loves listening to so much, when yunho and jaejoong were supposed to be part of "four seasons" and not a new concept?
yoochun knows that he must've followed the red string's lead back to his motherland and finally break away from the country meant for endless happiness and promises - all lies because no child should have to work so hard so young to support his family - and the red string leads him back to chlidishly beautiful dreams turning into reality when he meets the other four parts of his soul that he didnt know was always missing.
he finds his soulmate in jaejoong, his own personal ray of sunshine in junsu, an unfaltering pillar of strength and support from yunho, and changmin, someone down to earth and normal amidst all the chaos and craziness.
it's all too perfect and good and he wakes up every day praying that it isnt just a dream, that this is the reality that he now lives in; he keeps wondering every day of what he had done in his past life to deserve such a good life, finding his niche in this big, big world at last and living out his dreams previously wasted on straining his voice too much practicing with old records and tiring out fingers from trying to play the piano.
then one day he comes around with limbs sore and tired, headache about to force him to pass out again, voice scratchy and hoarse, hardly comprehensible and sees the sign that he's about to wake up because his wings can't let him soar in the sky anymore; they've become worn and broken without him noticing.
the red string is thin, stretched out, fragile, worn just like his body and his wings.
he wastes too many hours trying to fix it, trying to put smiles on everyone's faces but knowing that he's bringing them all down from the desperation and anxiety that they can almost taste in the air.
the string snaps halfway and he's falling like a bad nightmare and finally, finally jerks awake and sees only two people instead of four. he feels the sting of a purpling bruise on his swollen cheek, bringing up a hand as he remembers the anger and the thick betrayal that came with the hit.
connections disappear from his soul and he's so hollow, so empty on the inside again; pieces are missing again, flying too far away, out of his heart and out of his reach. he turns into a mannequin, saying rehearsed words and repeating actions over and over mechanical, and then eventually even those strings that held him up as a doll snaps and he breaks away to run.
years later he slows but hasnt stopped.
yoochun still runs because he never quite learned any other way.
(Author's Notes: funny thing is, i meant to write this almost two years ago but i never found the right words. now with all kinds of ot5 things hitting me it finally flowed out. this is my own interpretation. yoochun always felt like the most sensitive and breakable of them all, and i was always under the impression that instead of choosing to deal with the lawsuit he just kinda ran away from it. i also have all kinds of stupid theories lets not get into of course yoochun has changed over the years so this is probably really off now. maybe he moved on the fastest, who knows?
being an ot5 fan sucks and being yoochun-biased is even more tiring. OTL)