Mischief Deities- Ch.2 Yunho's Return.
Title: Mischief Deities
Length: Chapters.
Author: Xiao Jia and yummyfruit
Rating: PG13
pairings: Yunjae/jaeho.
Genre: agnst, humor, romance, suspense.
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... and here's Yunho!
Ch. 2 - Yunho’s Return
I’m back. I’m finally back. I parked in the deserted driveway of 104 Sarang Street. My lovely old house. The previous family had apparently taken good care of it. It looked the same as nine years ago. Now it’s mine once again. I’m of age now, and with the money my parents left me, I didn’t wait a second to buy my old house back. I missed this place. The first thing I checked was the backyard. I ran around the house to where the playground was in my memory. What I saw, however, was just nothingness. Flattened. Just a wide spread of boring brass. Where did the slide go? The bars? The swings? They were a big deciding factor when it came to buying the house or not.
Kim Jaejoong. That’s it. That’s who I could ask about my disappearing playground. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself when I thought of him. I wonder if he still remembers me. I sure remember him. He was, and still is, my best best friend.
106 Sarang Street. That’s it. Just the house next door. Hmm... I scanned the flimsy-looking roof and the ships of wood on the door. The Kims sure could do with some renovating here and there. I took in the peeling paint and the spiderweb-infested windows. Or everywhere.
DING DOIIIIIIIINNNG. Yep. Even the doorbell was out of tune. Click. I heard the lock move on the other side of the door. Hmm, I didn’t even hear footsteps toward the door. EEEEEEK. Another to add to the list: creaky door hinges. I felt my eyes almost pop out of my sockets as I saw the person who opened the door. I’m sure my jaw also dropped. Oh no! What happened to Jaejoong?! He stood there, with tangled hair, a slumped back, hunched shoulders, and wobbly knees. On his face was a thick layer of a green, goopy substance.
“Jaejoong! What happened to you?!” And that was when he - I mean, she - spoke. On one hand, I was extremely relieved that it wasn’t my best friend who had become some sort of shriveled-up shrimpy monster, but on the other hand, man was I creeped out. The old grandma gave me what I assumed was a smile, showing her brown, chipped teeth. “Little boy,” her voice was so sticky it could trap a spider (maybe it did), “you’re mistaken. I’m not Jaejoong...” Bigger smile. I nodded at her nervously, trying to convey to her that okay I get it you’re not Jaejoong so I’m just gonna go now - “ - I’m a lonely old lady who needs some... (I think her eyebrows moved...) company.” I laughed nervously.
“Oh. So.. umm.. do you know where the Kims are?” Her smile disappeared. Gravely, she nodded her head, but her neck was so small I had already subconsciously raised my hands, ready to catch her head if it fell off. Catch people’s heads, now that’s good citizenship. “They moved four years ago. I’m the owner of this house now.” MY head didn’t fall, but my face sure did. “So... do you know where they moved to?” She shook her head, and once again I had to suppress the urge to hold a plate up to her neck. Just in case.
Dejected, I scuffled away. No old friend. No playground. I depressedly walked into my new - well, old - house, only to see that everything inside was empty. I had forgotten that all my stuff were still on their way in a couple of Uhauls. I guess I had assumed to see the same old furnitures, paintings on walls, and flower vases as nine years ago.
I wonder where Jaejoong is. Maybe we’ll be in the same high school. Classes start tomorrow. I hope I’ll see a familiar face there. Senior year, man. It’s supposed to be hard as anything before the college entrance exam, and pointless afterwards.
Finally, in the evening, my belongings arrived. By nighttime, all the furnitures were back in place, and I looked at my house proudly. I was sweaty and still panting from all the pushing and pulling of heavy tables and weighty book shelves. Time for a nice warm shower. I felt my eyelids droop as I languidly picked up my feet, walking up the steps to the second level, where the bedrooms and bathrooms were located.
I felt very much refreshed when I stepped out, though. It was 12:43 in the morning, a decent time to hit the hay considering school starts tomorrow morning at 8:00 am. But after much tossing and turning on my spongy bed, I realized that I should’ve taken that terribly refreshing shower in the morning, when I actually want to be awake. I groaned in frustration, longing for those heavy eyelids I had had before the shower. I checked the digital clock on my night table. 2:30 am, the huge red numbers laughed at me. Where did the time go? Sighing, and muttering “might as well, might as well...” I sat up and changed out of my pajamas and into a casual outfit. A new wave of excitement came over me. Time to explore this city after dark...
Length: Chapters.
Author: Xiao Jia and yummyfruit
Rating: PG13
pairings: Yunjae/jaeho.
Genre: agnst, humor, romance, suspense.
============================================
... and here's Yunho!
Ch. 2 - Yunho’s Return
I’m back. I’m finally back. I parked in the deserted driveway of 104 Sarang Street. My lovely old house. The previous family had apparently taken good care of it. It looked the same as nine years ago. Now it’s mine once again. I’m of age now, and with the money my parents left me, I didn’t wait a second to buy my old house back. I missed this place. The first thing I checked was the backyard. I ran around the house to where the playground was in my memory. What I saw, however, was just nothingness. Flattened. Just a wide spread of boring brass. Where did the slide go? The bars? The swings? They were a big deciding factor when it came to buying the house or not.
Kim Jaejoong. That’s it. That’s who I could ask about my disappearing playground. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself when I thought of him. I wonder if he still remembers me. I sure remember him. He was, and still is, my best best friend.
106 Sarang Street. That’s it. Just the house next door. Hmm... I scanned the flimsy-looking roof and the ships of wood on the door. The Kims sure could do with some renovating here and there. I took in the peeling paint and the spiderweb-infested windows. Or everywhere.
DING DOIIIIIIIINNNG. Yep. Even the doorbell was out of tune. Click. I heard the lock move on the other side of the door. Hmm, I didn’t even hear footsteps toward the door. EEEEEEK. Another to add to the list: creaky door hinges. I felt my eyes almost pop out of my sockets as I saw the person who opened the door. I’m sure my jaw also dropped. Oh no! What happened to Jaejoong?! He stood there, with tangled hair, a slumped back, hunched shoulders, and wobbly knees. On his face was a thick layer of a green, goopy substance.
“Jaejoong! What happened to you?!” And that was when he - I mean, she - spoke. On one hand, I was extremely relieved that it wasn’t my best friend who had become some sort of shriveled-up shrimpy monster, but on the other hand, man was I creeped out. The old grandma gave me what I assumed was a smile, showing her brown, chipped teeth. “Little boy,” her voice was so sticky it could trap a spider (maybe it did), “you’re mistaken. I’m not Jaejoong...” Bigger smile. I nodded at her nervously, trying to convey to her that okay I get it you’re not Jaejoong so I’m just gonna go now - “ - I’m a lonely old lady who needs some... (I think her eyebrows moved...) company.” I laughed nervously.
“Oh. So.. umm.. do you know where the Kims are?” Her smile disappeared. Gravely, she nodded her head, but her neck was so small I had already subconsciously raised my hands, ready to catch her head if it fell off. Catch people’s heads, now that’s good citizenship. “They moved four years ago. I’m the owner of this house now.” MY head didn’t fall, but my face sure did. “So... do you know where they moved to?” She shook her head, and once again I had to suppress the urge to hold a plate up to her neck. Just in case.
Dejected, I scuffled away. No old friend. No playground. I depressedly walked into my new - well, old - house, only to see that everything inside was empty. I had forgotten that all my stuff were still on their way in a couple of Uhauls. I guess I had assumed to see the same old furnitures, paintings on walls, and flower vases as nine years ago.
I wonder where Jaejoong is. Maybe we’ll be in the same high school. Classes start tomorrow. I hope I’ll see a familiar face there. Senior year, man. It’s supposed to be hard as anything before the college entrance exam, and pointless afterwards.
Finally, in the evening, my belongings arrived. By nighttime, all the furnitures were back in place, and I looked at my house proudly. I was sweaty and still panting from all the pushing and pulling of heavy tables and weighty book shelves. Time for a nice warm shower. I felt my eyelids droop as I languidly picked up my feet, walking up the steps to the second level, where the bedrooms and bathrooms were located.
I felt very much refreshed when I stepped out, though. It was 12:43 in the morning, a decent time to hit the hay considering school starts tomorrow morning at 8:00 am. But after much tossing and turning on my spongy bed, I realized that I should’ve taken that terribly refreshing shower in the morning, when I actually want to be awake. I groaned in frustration, longing for those heavy eyelids I had had before the shower. I checked the digital clock on my night table. 2:30 am, the huge red numbers laughed at me. Where did the time go? Sighing, and muttering “might as well, might as well...” I sat up and changed out of my pajamas and into a casual outfit. A new wave of excitement came over me. Time to explore this city after dark...