Ghost In The Attic [Ch. 2]
Title: Ghost In The Attic [2/3]
Author: ryuutsuki
Pairing: YunJae [Yunho x Jaejoong]
Fandom: DBSK/JYJ
Rated: PG
Genre: Slight Romance/Angst
Comment: Chapter two~
Synopsis: [AU] Growing up, Jaejoong never thinks he will be falling for a man who seems to be a constant guest in his own home.
Previous chapter: One
A few years had gone by in a blink of an eye and Jaejoong is reaching his twelfth birthday within a day’s time.
The years he lived through with his family had been nothing but peaceful. Again, his father went through another promotion and is now one of the higher ranks of his company. That means there’s little chance that Jaejoong can spend time with him. Sure, he feels lonely sometimes but he still has the company of his mother, despite her full-time career as pre-school caretaker. Friends, however, never come by to visit. He had made a few- Junsu and Yoochun being his best friends and Changmin being his adorable (yet quite snarky for a ten year old) dongsaeng- but for some reason, they just can’t seem to find the ability to walk toward the front door whenever they come by to see him.
It’s like there’s a sort of invisible barrier that refrains others from entering the house. Jaejoong doesn’t think much of it; he thinks his friends just don’t want to come in.
Then, there’s that strange man who appears in different places of his home. He just doesn’t understand who he is and how he got there. Many times, he had asked his parents about him, but all they did was laugh and said there wasn’t anyone else living here besides them. A month after they moved in, Jaejoong stopped asking about him. Perhaps the man is the figment of his own imagination. There’s no other possibility when no one else could see that man besides him.
“Jaejoong ah.”
Said boy perks up from his position on the floor of his living room, pencil tapping on half-finished homework in boredom, and shifts his view toward the voice of his mother in the kitchen. “Yes, Umma?”
There’s a momentary pause, save for the slight sounds of the dishes being washed. “Your friends are standing in front of the house. Why don’t you call them in?”
Hearing that makes the boy’s lips stretch into a wide grin “Okay!” He quickly lifts himself off the floor and rushes straight towards the door. Pulling it open, he peeks his head out and immediately spots the three boys a few feet away, huddled in a small circle and apparently in deep conversation.
“Yoochun! Junsu, Changmin!” He calls out to them, one hand half cupping his mouth.
This seems to catch their attention and they shift their heads to find Jaejoong waving at them.
“There you are!” Junsu takes a step forward towards the tall ivory gate and begins to wave his arms enthusiastically in greeting. “Come out, Joongie hyung!”
The oldest grins and instead of complying, he shouts out, “Why don’t you guys come in? Umma doesn’t want you to wait in front forever!”
Almost immediately, the smiles on the trio’s faces begin to falter as they turn to one another with doubtful looks. “I don’t think we can, Jae hyung.” Yoochun speaks up after a while, eyebrows dipped into a sorry frown.
Jaejoong stares at them, puzzled. “Why not? The gate’s unlocked.”
“We want to but we can’t move forward. My feet feel like they want to make a U-turn!”
“Same here.” Junsu and Changmin nod their heads in agreement.
“Maybe your house hates us!”
“That doesn’t make any sense.” Changmin snorts as he crosses his arms. “How could a house hate us? It’s not a person!”
“Then how do you explain the fact that we can’t get it?” Junsu demands with hands on his hips, siding with Yoochun.
“Guys, stop that.” Jaejoong interrupts as he trots closer to the front before swinging the gate open and stepping out to meet them. The three doesn’t take notice of this and continues to argue with one another.
“Maybe you’re scared of going in?” Changmin raises his eyebrows at Junsu.
“Yah! I’m not!”
“Guys!”
The three abruptly shifts their attention to Jaejoong, who’s glaring at them a little.
“Uh…” They begin to fidget uncomfortably, with the exception of Yoochun, who shrugs off his shoulders as if to say “I do not have anything to do with them”.
There’s a short moment of silence before Yoochun speaks up, looking mildly perplexed. “When did you get here?”
The oldest lets out a loud sigh and waves him off. “Let’s go to the park.”
“Really? I haven’t been there in ages!” Junsu exclaims with excitement before he grabs hold of Yoochun and Changmin’s wrist and pulls them toward their destination. “Let’s go!”
“Wait! What about-“
“Don’t worry, Min ah. I’m coming.” Jaejoong speaks up as he trots alongside the trio.
“I wasn’t going to ask that! I’m asking what about your mom, hyung?”
Silence. Then…“I completely forgot!”
--
Hours after getting his mother’s permission (“Make sure you come back before the sun sets! Don’t go off with strangers either, okay? And watch your dongsaengs. Since you are the oldest, you have to take responsibility and watch them.” Ever the concerned mother; sometimes Jaejoong thinks she’s a little too concerned) and heading out to the park with his friends, Jaejoong comes home with a pout on his face and a small hand over his growling stomach.
“Oh, you’re home, Jaejoong ah.” His mother, who’s currently cooking dinner, heads over to her son and bends over to give him a hug.
Returning the hug, the boy asks with hope in his eyes, “Umma, is there something to eat?”
“Not yet, son. I’m in the middle of cooking dinner.” She smiles in apology and pats his head. “Why don’t you head over to your room first? I’ll call you when it’s ready, okay?”
Jaejoong has an urge to say no, I can’t wait. My stomach’s complaining but being the good boy that he is, he ends up nodding in consent. “Okay…” And with a pout more apparent than before, he slowly trudges up to his room, flickers the lights on, and lands himself on the bed with a heavy sigh, eyes shut tight. After a long while of silence, he cracks them open once more and rolls around until his back’s flat against the mattress. His room looks and feels a lot more comfortable than the first time he’s here. Frames of various sizes and posters of his favorite musicians litters the walls; a large bureau and a long bookshelf stands proudly by the door; and the study table where his laptop is is placed right on the opposite end across his bed.
But for some reason, he feels like there’s something more.
He closes his eyes once more and snuggles close to his pillow. Maybe he should take a nap before his mom calls him for dinner. That way, his stomach complains less.
Just as he starts to drift off to sleep, he suddenly feels something brush against his forehead. It’s strangely comforting, like warm fingertips…
Then, his eyes snaps open and he jolts up from his bed. He looks around his room, only to find nothing out of the ordinary. He blinks after a few seconds before he shakes his head out of bewilderment. He’s starting to have this feeling that he’s not alone and it’s scaring him.
After a long period of thought, he decides to get off his bed and slowly head for the door. He stops there, staring at the bronze knob with a frown on his face. Then, he turns to the light switch.
Maybe…
He flicks the switch off and turns around. His eyes immediately grow wide with surprise.
There, standing in the center of the room, is the same man he had seen for eight years. Short dark hair, narrow eyes, pale skin- he looks like a model if anything, in Jaejoong’s opinion and it still stuns him every time he sees the man.
“…Who are you?” He breaths softly upon realization that the other did not vanish before his eyes as he did all those times prior.
The man merely stares at him with the same blank expression on his face. At first, Jaejoong assumes the other can’t reply to him but eventually, after a slight tilt of his head and a slow blink of his eyes, he replies, “Yunho. I’m the previous owner of this house.”
“Yunho?” The boy repeats, tilting his head a bit to the side.
The older nods in response. “I suppose I’m what you call…a ghost.”
Jaejoong’s eyes linger blankly to the male. He’s not sure what to think. If someone tells you that he’s a ghost- a translucent, incorporeal being-, how would you react?
Then his eyes widen and before he responds, he hears his mother calling for him.
“Jaejoong ah! Dinner’s ready!”
The boy turns to the door. “Coming! Hey, are you-“ When he shifts his attention back to Yunho, he sees nothing but an empty room.
To be continued.
A/N: Onto work with my other stories o/
Author: ryuutsuki
Pairing: YunJae [Yunho x Jaejoong]
Fandom: DBSK/JYJ
Rated: PG
Genre: Slight Romance/Angst
Comment: Chapter two~
Synopsis: [AU] Growing up, Jaejoong never thinks he will be falling for a man who seems to be a constant guest in his own home.
Previous chapter: One
A few years had gone by in a blink of an eye and Jaejoong is reaching his twelfth birthday within a day’s time.
The years he lived through with his family had been nothing but peaceful. Again, his father went through another promotion and is now one of the higher ranks of his company. That means there’s little chance that Jaejoong can spend time with him. Sure, he feels lonely sometimes but he still has the company of his mother, despite her full-time career as pre-school caretaker. Friends, however, never come by to visit. He had made a few- Junsu and Yoochun being his best friends and Changmin being his adorable (yet quite snarky for a ten year old) dongsaeng- but for some reason, they just can’t seem to find the ability to walk toward the front door whenever they come by to see him.
It’s like there’s a sort of invisible barrier that refrains others from entering the house. Jaejoong doesn’t think much of it; he thinks his friends just don’t want to come in.
Then, there’s that strange man who appears in different places of his home. He just doesn’t understand who he is and how he got there. Many times, he had asked his parents about him, but all they did was laugh and said there wasn’t anyone else living here besides them. A month after they moved in, Jaejoong stopped asking about him. Perhaps the man is the figment of his own imagination. There’s no other possibility when no one else could see that man besides him.
“Jaejoong ah.”
Said boy perks up from his position on the floor of his living room, pencil tapping on half-finished homework in boredom, and shifts his view toward the voice of his mother in the kitchen. “Yes, Umma?”
There’s a momentary pause, save for the slight sounds of the dishes being washed. “Your friends are standing in front of the house. Why don’t you call them in?”
Hearing that makes the boy’s lips stretch into a wide grin “Okay!” He quickly lifts himself off the floor and rushes straight towards the door. Pulling it open, he peeks his head out and immediately spots the three boys a few feet away, huddled in a small circle and apparently in deep conversation.
“Yoochun! Junsu, Changmin!” He calls out to them, one hand half cupping his mouth.
This seems to catch their attention and they shift their heads to find Jaejoong waving at them.
“There you are!” Junsu takes a step forward towards the tall ivory gate and begins to wave his arms enthusiastically in greeting. “Come out, Joongie hyung!”
The oldest grins and instead of complying, he shouts out, “Why don’t you guys come in? Umma doesn’t want you to wait in front forever!”
Almost immediately, the smiles on the trio’s faces begin to falter as they turn to one another with doubtful looks. “I don’t think we can, Jae hyung.” Yoochun speaks up after a while, eyebrows dipped into a sorry frown.
Jaejoong stares at them, puzzled. “Why not? The gate’s unlocked.”
“We want to but we can’t move forward. My feet feel like they want to make a U-turn!”
“Same here.” Junsu and Changmin nod their heads in agreement.
“Maybe your house hates us!”
“That doesn’t make any sense.” Changmin snorts as he crosses his arms. “How could a house hate us? It’s not a person!”
“Then how do you explain the fact that we can’t get it?” Junsu demands with hands on his hips, siding with Yoochun.
“Guys, stop that.” Jaejoong interrupts as he trots closer to the front before swinging the gate open and stepping out to meet them. The three doesn’t take notice of this and continues to argue with one another.
“Maybe you’re scared of going in?” Changmin raises his eyebrows at Junsu.
“Yah! I’m not!”
“Guys!”
The three abruptly shifts their attention to Jaejoong, who’s glaring at them a little.
“Uh…” They begin to fidget uncomfortably, with the exception of Yoochun, who shrugs off his shoulders as if to say “I do not have anything to do with them”.
There’s a short moment of silence before Yoochun speaks up, looking mildly perplexed. “When did you get here?”
The oldest lets out a loud sigh and waves him off. “Let’s go to the park.”
“Really? I haven’t been there in ages!” Junsu exclaims with excitement before he grabs hold of Yoochun and Changmin’s wrist and pulls them toward their destination. “Let’s go!”
“Wait! What about-“
“Don’t worry, Min ah. I’m coming.” Jaejoong speaks up as he trots alongside the trio.
“I wasn’t going to ask that! I’m asking what about your mom, hyung?”
Silence. Then…“I completely forgot!”
--
Hours after getting his mother’s permission (“Make sure you come back before the sun sets! Don’t go off with strangers either, okay? And watch your dongsaengs. Since you are the oldest, you have to take responsibility and watch them.” Ever the concerned mother; sometimes Jaejoong thinks she’s a little too concerned) and heading out to the park with his friends, Jaejoong comes home with a pout on his face and a small hand over his growling stomach.
“Oh, you’re home, Jaejoong ah.” His mother, who’s currently cooking dinner, heads over to her son and bends over to give him a hug.
Returning the hug, the boy asks with hope in his eyes, “Umma, is there something to eat?”
“Not yet, son. I’m in the middle of cooking dinner.” She smiles in apology and pats his head. “Why don’t you head over to your room first? I’ll call you when it’s ready, okay?”
Jaejoong has an urge to say no, I can’t wait. My stomach’s complaining but being the good boy that he is, he ends up nodding in consent. “Okay…” And with a pout more apparent than before, he slowly trudges up to his room, flickers the lights on, and lands himself on the bed with a heavy sigh, eyes shut tight. After a long while of silence, he cracks them open once more and rolls around until his back’s flat against the mattress. His room looks and feels a lot more comfortable than the first time he’s here. Frames of various sizes and posters of his favorite musicians litters the walls; a large bureau and a long bookshelf stands proudly by the door; and the study table where his laptop is is placed right on the opposite end across his bed.
But for some reason, he feels like there’s something more.
He closes his eyes once more and snuggles close to his pillow. Maybe he should take a nap before his mom calls him for dinner. That way, his stomach complains less.
Just as he starts to drift off to sleep, he suddenly feels something brush against his forehead. It’s strangely comforting, like warm fingertips…
Then, his eyes snaps open and he jolts up from his bed. He looks around his room, only to find nothing out of the ordinary. He blinks after a few seconds before he shakes his head out of bewilderment. He’s starting to have this feeling that he’s not alone and it’s scaring him.
After a long period of thought, he decides to get off his bed and slowly head for the door. He stops there, staring at the bronze knob with a frown on his face. Then, he turns to the light switch.
Maybe…
He flicks the switch off and turns around. His eyes immediately grow wide with surprise.
There, standing in the center of the room, is the same man he had seen for eight years. Short dark hair, narrow eyes, pale skin- he looks like a model if anything, in Jaejoong’s opinion and it still stuns him every time he sees the man.
“…Who are you?” He breaths softly upon realization that the other did not vanish before his eyes as he did all those times prior.
The man merely stares at him with the same blank expression on his face. At first, Jaejoong assumes the other can’t reply to him but eventually, after a slight tilt of his head and a slow blink of his eyes, he replies, “Yunho. I’m the previous owner of this house.”
“Yunho?” The boy repeats, tilting his head a bit to the side.
The older nods in response. “I suppose I’m what you call…a ghost.”
Jaejoong’s eyes linger blankly to the male. He’s not sure what to think. If someone tells you that he’s a ghost- a translucent, incorporeal being-, how would you react?
Then his eyes widen and before he responds, he hears his mother calling for him.
“Jaejoong ah! Dinner’s ready!”
The boy turns to the door. “Coming! Hey, are you-“ When he shifts his attention back to Yunho, he sees nothing but an empty room.
To be continued.
A/N: Onto work with my other stories o/