behind the front lines (ch. 02)
title: behind the front lines
length: [2/5]
author: yoosu_ftw
rating: pg 16 (for violence and swearing later)
genre: drama/angst
pairing: later yoosu, hints of yunjae
summary: Behind the fronts lines, where live and yet live is the motto, there are no enemies, there are only allies. We are all victims, and we all understand.
Previous
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It only took three days for Yoochun’s injuries to heal enough so he could hobble about. Spending 72 hours in the small, cramped building had long made him restless, and on Junsu’s short breaks, he would accompany the man outside the make-shift tent.
They were only given five minutes each time, but over the next week they learned more and more about each other. Slowly Yoochun got to know the wounded British soldiers by name, waved to each of the doctors and warmly greeted by visiting medics.
One particular day, Junsu came out of the surgery tent, rubbing off the blood with a dry cloth, and joined Yoochun outside the tent door. It didn’t take much for the German soldier to notice the change in his disposition, the tug at the end of the mans lips, his brow less furrowed, his general aura just spoke wonders.
“I’ve been granted to show you the LALL section,” a smile, a grab at Yoochun’s uninjured arm, and they were headed off between the trenches, a bewildered German in tow.
“What?” was the most intellectual word he could think of the moment. A silent grin, and a sense of urgency was all he got. Whatever could get the normally stoic man this excited must have been something close to a second sun.
After twisting and turning in the maze of trenches, Yoochun could hear wild shouts, and some other forgotten sound laced in between. Laughter.
After one or two more left turns, the pair came across a small area filled with allied soldiers slacking off. Junsu tugged on the mans arm and they winded around people playing cards, playing guitars (and singing along horribly off key, but they seemed to enjoy it), and generally just having fun.
“Welcome to LALL quarters, Live and Let Live,” Junsu finally explained, his lips now curved into a perfect grin. Yoochun could only gape, he had never seen anything like this, he had forgotten any f word except for the swear. This was the last thing he had expected in the middle of the Great War. A scrawny man ran up to the doctor, muttering something about being late, which the young man only responded to with a nod.
Once again he wordlessly dragged the poor German soldier to a crowded area, “You’ll enjoy this, trust me.” Was the only explanation he got.
Soldiers parted to allow the smaller doctor and his friend to the very front, allowing Yoochun to see a big wooden platform, a frame roughly nailed together with old blankets strewn from the top. A stage, his brain supplied him with.
“Good late afternoon gentlemen. It seems like you all enjoyed the play so much yesterday we have to do it again!” the big middle aged announcer was given a roar of approval from the crowd. “So here you go again, Romeo and Juliet.”
The two young men watched the whole show intently, swept away by the drama folding in front of them. Everyone let out whistles and cat calls when a slender body slide onto the stage, long blonde hair and donning a long red dress.
“A women?” Yoochun asked in shock. He was sure the only females in the war were in the nursing tent, and that was a full time job. Junsu giggled softly at his confusion.
“Of course not. Too close to enemy lines for that,” he laughed, eyes continuing to watch the play.
“So that’s…. oh.”
More bubbly laughter escaped the young doctor’s vocal chords, and Yoochun decided he could very well get addicted to the intoxicating sound.
All was going well until near the end when Juliet took a little stumble, obviously not used to the high heels, and ended locking eyes with Yoochun. Yoochun stared back, and despite the get up, understood the others look.
“Jaejoong-hyung?” he voiced, the question heavily evident in his tone. The other just mouthed a ‘later’ and completed the play. It was Junsu’s turn to give Yoochun a questioning glance, but the other shook it off.
Long after the five minute standing ovation, the German took off and made his way backstage to see the man from before taking off his long blonde wig.
“Hyung!”
The other looked up before jumping to his feet. He moved over, as quickly as he could still wearing high heels, and enveloped Yoochun in a warm embrace.
“Yoochun! I thought you were gone for good…” he whispered in the others ear. A sense of relief washing over him.
“I thought I was too, hyung.”
The two stood there for a while until Yoochun finally opened his eyes to meet the awkward figure of Junsu. Instantly turning Jaejoong around so he could see the younger, he reverted back to English.
“Junsu, meet Kim Jaejoong, he was my bunker buddy back at the trenches,” Yoochun swung his arm around the other man in a friendly manner. The two bowed towards each other, greeting each other briefly. A fourth man walked into the cramped space behind the stage, one that Junsu knew all too well.
“From commander to Romeo, huh?” Junsu quirked, getting the others attention instantly. The taller man just ruffled his hair in an affectionate greeting.
“You brat. They needed an actor and I just happened to be around to be picked on, that was all. I decided the boys needed a good laugh anyways,” the deep hazel eyes crinkled into crescent moons before nodding at Jaejoong. “It was great working with you. Nice to know the German’s haven’t lost any culture even through the war.”
He was answered with a shy nod before Yunho turned back to talk to Junsu about the condition of the medics.
“So what are you doing here?” Yoochun’s curiosity had thoroughly been peaked seeing his slightly older friend in heels and blush adorning his cheeks.
“They needed a female actor. Funnily enough, they’re a bit short.”
Junsu watched the two old friends. Even though he didn’t speak a word of German, it was fairly obvious the two were enjoying catching up.
A small, lazy smile stretched on the doctor’s face.
We were all men
Here we lived in a dream
Free to laugh
Free to escape
But how long was it until
We all had to wake up?
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AN: I thought it would be appropriate to release a new chapter for this every day until Remembrance Day. This is the 2nd chapter, so it will technically end on Monday, but I do have an epilogue planned. =]
Just to confirm, the italics in the middle of the story ar yoochun and Jaejoong speaking German.
Hope you all enjoyed, sorry that it seems a bit rushed.
length: [2/5]
author: yoosu_ftw
rating: pg 16 (for violence and swearing later)
genre: drama/angst
pairing: later yoosu, hints of yunjae
summary: Behind the fronts lines, where live and yet live is the motto, there are no enemies, there are only allies. We are all victims, and we all understand.
Previous
---
It only took three days for Yoochun’s injuries to heal enough so he could hobble about. Spending 72 hours in the small, cramped building had long made him restless, and on Junsu’s short breaks, he would accompany the man outside the make-shift tent.
They were only given five minutes each time, but over the next week they learned more and more about each other. Slowly Yoochun got to know the wounded British soldiers by name, waved to each of the doctors and warmly greeted by visiting medics.
One particular day, Junsu came out of the surgery tent, rubbing off the blood with a dry cloth, and joined Yoochun outside the tent door. It didn’t take much for the German soldier to notice the change in his disposition, the tug at the end of the mans lips, his brow less furrowed, his general aura just spoke wonders.
“I’ve been granted to show you the LALL section,” a smile, a grab at Yoochun’s uninjured arm, and they were headed off between the trenches, a bewildered German in tow.
“What?” was the most intellectual word he could think of the moment. A silent grin, and a sense of urgency was all he got. Whatever could get the normally stoic man this excited must have been something close to a second sun.
After twisting and turning in the maze of trenches, Yoochun could hear wild shouts, and some other forgotten sound laced in between. Laughter.
After one or two more left turns, the pair came across a small area filled with allied soldiers slacking off. Junsu tugged on the mans arm and they winded around people playing cards, playing guitars (and singing along horribly off key, but they seemed to enjoy it), and generally just having fun.
“Welcome to LALL quarters, Live and Let Live,” Junsu finally explained, his lips now curved into a perfect grin. Yoochun could only gape, he had never seen anything like this, he had forgotten any f word except for the swear. This was the last thing he had expected in the middle of the Great War. A scrawny man ran up to the doctor, muttering something about being late, which the young man only responded to with a nod.
Once again he wordlessly dragged the poor German soldier to a crowded area, “You’ll enjoy this, trust me.” Was the only explanation he got.
Soldiers parted to allow the smaller doctor and his friend to the very front, allowing Yoochun to see a big wooden platform, a frame roughly nailed together with old blankets strewn from the top. A stage, his brain supplied him with.
“Good late afternoon gentlemen. It seems like you all enjoyed the play so much yesterday we have to do it again!” the big middle aged announcer was given a roar of approval from the crowd. “So here you go again, Romeo and Juliet.”
The two young men watched the whole show intently, swept away by the drama folding in front of them. Everyone let out whistles and cat calls when a slender body slide onto the stage, long blonde hair and donning a long red dress.
“A women?” Yoochun asked in shock. He was sure the only females in the war were in the nursing tent, and that was a full time job. Junsu giggled softly at his confusion.
“Of course not. Too close to enemy lines for that,” he laughed, eyes continuing to watch the play.
“So that’s…. oh.”
More bubbly laughter escaped the young doctor’s vocal chords, and Yoochun decided he could very well get addicted to the intoxicating sound.
All was going well until near the end when Juliet took a little stumble, obviously not used to the high heels, and ended locking eyes with Yoochun. Yoochun stared back, and despite the get up, understood the others look.
“Jaejoong-hyung?” he voiced, the question heavily evident in his tone. The other just mouthed a ‘later’ and completed the play. It was Junsu’s turn to give Yoochun a questioning glance, but the other shook it off.
Long after the five minute standing ovation, the German took off and made his way backstage to see the man from before taking off his long blonde wig.
“Hyung!”
The other looked up before jumping to his feet. He moved over, as quickly as he could still wearing high heels, and enveloped Yoochun in a warm embrace.
“Yoochun! I thought you were gone for good…” he whispered in the others ear. A sense of relief washing over him.
“I thought I was too, hyung.”
The two stood there for a while until Yoochun finally opened his eyes to meet the awkward figure of Junsu. Instantly turning Jaejoong around so he could see the younger, he reverted back to English.
“Junsu, meet Kim Jaejoong, he was my bunker buddy back at the trenches,” Yoochun swung his arm around the other man in a friendly manner. The two bowed towards each other, greeting each other briefly. A fourth man walked into the cramped space behind the stage, one that Junsu knew all too well.
“From commander to Romeo, huh?” Junsu quirked, getting the others attention instantly. The taller man just ruffled his hair in an affectionate greeting.
“You brat. They needed an actor and I just happened to be around to be picked on, that was all. I decided the boys needed a good laugh anyways,” the deep hazel eyes crinkled into crescent moons before nodding at Jaejoong. “It was great working with you. Nice to know the German’s haven’t lost any culture even through the war.”
He was answered with a shy nod before Yunho turned back to talk to Junsu about the condition of the medics.
“So what are you doing here?” Yoochun’s curiosity had thoroughly been peaked seeing his slightly older friend in heels and blush adorning his cheeks.
“They needed a female actor. Funnily enough, they’re a bit short.”
Junsu watched the two old friends. Even though he didn’t speak a word of German, it was fairly obvious the two were enjoying catching up.
A small, lazy smile stretched on the doctor’s face.
We were all men
Here we lived in a dream
Free to laugh
Free to escape
But how long was it until
We all had to wake up?
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AN: I thought it would be appropriate to release a new chapter for this every day until Remembrance Day. This is the 2nd chapter, so it will technically end on Monday, but I do have an epilogue planned. =]
Just to confirm, the italics in the middle of the story ar yoochun and Jaejoong speaking German.
Hope you all enjoyed, sorry that it seems a bit rushed.