mischief Deities
Title: Mischief Deities
Length: 4/41
Author: Xiao Jia and yummyfruit
Rating: PG13
Genre: agnst, humor, romance, suspense and fluff.
Summary: Five singers. Five sons. Two lovers. One fire.
To those of you out there who don't believe in love...
Kim Jaejoong and Jung Yunho had everything against them. One, they're both boys. Two, Jaejoong's parents would go to all ends to separate the two. But what started as a typical battle between teenage love and the opposition of the elders ended up involving a murder that roots back to the glory days of the previous generation. But Jaejoong and Yunho are not alone in their journey; always by their sides are three best friends who will literally limp around the entire city on a broken leg just to collect paper hearts in the altruistic goal to wake Jaejoong up from his dangerous coma that almost cost Yunho his own health. What happens when Jaejoong remembers something from the past that might break down everything he and Yunho had built together? Why do Jaejoong's parents disapprove of Yunho, and only Yunho? What is the connection between their parents? In a society where love between boys are forbidden, will these two "best friends" overcome all the obstacles? Featuring the DBSK boys, this story is a dramatic narrative of love, friendship, and family, and how, sometimes, it takes love to hate, and vice versa. Enjoy.
Previous chapters: [1] [2] [3]
kk ch. 4 now! readers, do notice that jj's sense of "guilt" keeps on popping up everytime he sees yunho. just kinda, eh, keep that in mind. as for why, not even jj himself knows. also notice the motif of natural disasters. -xiao jia.
Ch. 4 - Meeting the Friends
JJ’s POV
Something was happening to me. I couldn’t move. I vaguely registered the fact that I was probably being quite impolite just standing there as he hugged me and said things really fast and jumped up and down and, oh dear... even a light peck on the cheek. My head was cracking open. I was sure of it. My eyes weren’t seeing the street and night and this old neighbor. I was seeing... water. A flood. Water shooting out from the horizon and speeding at us. A part of my mind knew I was hallucinating. The water came closer. It knocked down trees and streetlights. I could feel the icy droplets on my face. I couldn’t feel Yunho’s arms anymore. I felt like I was standing alone, right there in front of an oncoming flood.
Gone. That reasonable part of my mind was gone now. CRASH. I closed my eyes as I felt the slap of the freezing water on my face, through every strand of hair, against my chest. I fell backwards. Was I drowning? Blackness.
* * *
Music. It was Mozart’s 40th Symphony. The first thought that barged into my mind was something along the lines of “Who in the world still listens to classical music?!” The second thought was “Where was I?” I opened my eyes and saw where the music was coming from: a majestic stereo system against the wall opposite this white spongy bed I was on. I turned my head to the right and almost jumped up. Yunho was kneeling right against the bed, his head resting on his arms, staring at me with a freakily childish smile. (author's note: i hope this looks familiar! )
“Feeling better, Jaejoong?” By now I was sitting up. Weakly, I nodded.
“I put on some classical music for ya, Jaejoong. It helps rest the mind, Jaejoong. Hey Jaejoong do you want something to drink Jaejoong?” I shook my head. His excessive calling of my name was starting to get on my nerves though. “How... How did I end up here?” “Oh, you passed out. And I didn’t know where you lived, so I brought you here, my room. Looks familiar, doesn’t it? I moved everything back the way it used to be. Cool huh?”
Cool? Well, it would’ve been awesome if I wasn’t freaking out about two things. One, it was 12:07 pm and I wasn’t in school... on the first day of school. Two, my parents had probably already reported me as “kidnapped from house” or “missing” to the police.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re not in school...”
“No worries. I already called the school and reported us sick. So chill, we’re excused.”
“And my parents are going to kill me when they know that I was out walking at two in the morning and then spent the night at someone else’s house.”
“So? What’s wrong with sleepovers?”
I fidgeted uncomfortably. Had Yunho always been so slow? Again, my memory failed me. “They’re... going to jump to conclusions.” He blinked at me blankly. “They’re going to assume I spent the night at a girl’s house or something like that.” Yunho shrugged and said, “Just tell them the truth. Tell them you passed out and I let you stay at my place. Plus, I’m a guy. So they won’t have to worry about you getting anyone pregnant.” He grinned innocently. I, on the other hand, didn’t find that funny at all. I had a feeling umma and appa wouldn’t believe the truth. I knew they’d assume the worst from me, that they’d assume I would do the intolerable acts an 18-year-old boy would do on an unsupervised night. “I have to go.”
He blinked again, confusion blurring his features. “Oh.” I could tell he was surprised at my coldness and distance. I remembered how enthusistically he had flund himself at me last night, and that painfully large smile as he laughed and shouted my name. His ecstatic voice sounded in my head. “HAHAHAHA!! Jaejoooooooooongie!!!!” Sorry, but I just couldn’t see myself shouting back, “HAHAHAHA!! Yunho!!!!!!!” Honestly, just looking at him made me feel guilty. I guess I’m not good friendship material. “Right, well, I won’t force you to stay if you want to go...” he said in a suddenly-formal voice, standing up stiffly. He didn’t look too happy, but I had more important things to worry about. Plus, there was a sense of relief in leaving him. There was something about his eyes that made me really... nervous? Scared? Yeah, a mixture of these, along with a suffocating sense of guilt. I couldn’t explain why.
Without even looking at him I brushed past him and walked out this room that held so much memories, down the stairs, and out the front door into the bright and sunny streets. When I tumbled into my own house, which, running like crazy, was only seven minutes away from Sarang Street, my parents were seated at the breakfast table, but there was nothing on it. Just these two fuming heads hunched over on the empty table. It was a pretty intimidating sight if you knew this pair of man and woman.
Well, I won’t go into details about what happened next. Basically, my face is now red and puffy and I had to sign a bunch of papers at the police station to prove that I was truly “recovered.” I felt like a piece of lost luggage.
THE NEXT DAY - SCHOOL
It was the second day of school. Lunchtime. As always I was the first to arrive at our table. Maybe it was because I never had to wait in the lunchline because umma always packed my lunch for me. My mother... She has her nice moments too, actually. Honestly, my parents can be really caring sometimes, it’s just their way of going about things that sometimes put a damper on my day. Anyways, I was about to pick up my chopsticks when suddenly everything went black. On my eyes were hands.
“Yah, Jaejoong! Where were you yesterday?” I wasn’t in the mood for... well... for Junsu. I was more in the mood for, hmm... maybe Changmin with a splash of Yoochun. Those cooking books were getting to my head. Junsu took his hands off, took me by both shoulders, and swiveled me around to face him. “Whoa!! What happened to your face?!” His signature cutesy eyes popped open, making him look even more like an earless bunny. “What are you talking about?” I asked him weakly, trying to glide over this subject. I swiveled my chair back but he instantly swiveled me back towards him. “Dude your face!!! It’s like a red balloon!!!!” Oh Junsu. Him and his what everyone called his “stadium voice.” More than several heads turned to my table. I noticed eyes staring at my cheeks.
Usually, I’d be excited to be the center of attention - ok I’ll interrupt the narration just this once to say: I’m just so hot - but not when I look like a monkey’s behind. I let out a sigh of relief as I saw Yoochun and Changmin walking towards us with their lunch trays. Changmin’s eyes lingered on my face but he didn’t say anything as he set down his lunch and sat across from me. He cleared his throat softely, then, without even acknowledging our presence, took up his chopsticks and stuffed bite after bite into his mouth. That was one thing I liked about that kid: he rarely talked. We used to tease him about his elephantine appetite, “Minnie’s mouth is too tired from chewing to talk.” At the moment, though, I was glad he was using his mouth for eating.
With a sigh, Yoochun also sat down, next to Junsu, who has resorted to elbowing Yoochun annoyingly and looking back at me and him pointedly, back and forth. Yoochun nodded repeatedly at him, a s if to say, “Ok, Junsu, I get it already! Jae got in some trouble with the Sharks.” Oh yeah, by the way, in our conversations, we refer to my notoriously scary parents as the Sharks. Get the image? Good. One, we could talk about them right in front of their face - “So when are the Sharks leaving? I wanna get to the ice cream already” (Junsu talking at my house). Two, heck it’s a pretty accurate metaphor.
So Yoochun. In a way he was similar to Changmin in that he had the physical capability to keep his lips together (or, in the case of eating, keeping his voice box from vibrating). On the other hand, while Changmin’s always silent and thinking (about what I’m not sure), Yoochun’s just... well to put it directly, too lazy to talk. But you should really see how he comes alive when a pretty girl walks by. Let’s just say we call him the Transformer. Yeah, like that toy in that commercial with that special effect that speeds things up.
Now don’t get the wrong idea. Next to Junsu, I was the loudest one of the group. Usually bits of food would be flying out of my mouth (and onto Yoochun’s expressionless face, usually right between his eyes or on his forehead) because I have trouble waiting until I’ve swallowed my bite to talk. I’m very different around my friends compared to when I’m around my parents.
Minnie was by now facing three empty plates and was eyeing my seafood pancake with, seriously, green eyes. I pushed it to him as I totally lost my appetite when I saw HIM walking towards our table. New student. All alone. And by the fixed way he was looking at me as he came closer and closer I knew he was determined to get all buddy-buddy with me. Again. Changmin, with a tiny piece of squid still stuck to his lips, also saw him approaching. Min followed Yunho’s gaze and ended up looking at me. “Yung, you know him?” Yoochun and Junsu turned around and looked at Yunho and me curiously.
He arrived at our table. Still standing at holding his lunch tray in his hands, he spoke up. “Jaejoong, what happened to your face?” I looked down at my food and shrugged. “Oh! Are you Jae’s friend?” Junsu piped up. “Are you new? I’ve never seen you around before. Where ya from? What’s your name? Are you also a senio-“
“Junsu hyung, “Changmin broke in, “can you come with me to get a drink from the vending machine?” I had a feeing the kid wasn’t actually thirsty. They left the table, Junsu somewhat reluctantly as he kept on turning his head back to peep at Yunho.
Now it was just the three of us sitting awkwardly at the table. You could tell Yoochun was mildly curious. But then... A pretty girl walked past our table. I just blinked. That was all the time it took. Yoochun’s seat was empty and his fork was still spinning to a rest on his plate.
“Everyone’s gone. So tell me, you DO remember me, right?” Yunho flat-out asked me from across the table. “Hm? Of course.” “Well, maybe I’m just being too sensitive, but you seem really... distant.” “Oh really? Hmm.” “Like right now.” I couldn’t look at his face, especially those accusatory eyes. Once again that feeling of guilt was stabbing my guts. Literally, it hurt. He sighed in resignation, “So your face. What happened?” “Got in trouble with the Sh- my parents.” “Oh! Because of last night?”
I nodded, still staring fixedly at my noodles. “So... they physically hit you?” I shrugged. “No big deal. They just love me too much.”
“WE’RE BAAAAAAAACK!!!” Hippity hoppity hop. Junsu the rabbit flopped down onto his chair and Changmin sat down with some difficulty with eight drinks in his arms. “I suddenly felt like being nice so I bought Min all his favorite drinks,” Junsu said, puffing out his chest as Changmin shot him a poisonous look. “That’s a lot of drinks,” came Yoochun’s voice as he also returned, now with a victorious smirk on his face and a skip in his steps. He was recharged. “Let me guess,” Junsu said, “new girl?”
Winking at us deviously, Yoochun held up his cellphone for all of us to see that the girl’s phone number was in. “Oh, and she’s a dancer. Ha, I SO hit the jackpot. Anyways, we've got a date Saturday..."
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look forward to ch. 5!
Length: 4/41
Author: Xiao Jia and yummyfruit
Rating: PG13
Genre: agnst, humor, romance, suspense and fluff.
Summary: Five singers. Five sons. Two lovers. One fire.
To those of you out there who don't believe in love...
Kim Jaejoong and Jung Yunho had everything against them. One, they're both boys. Two, Jaejoong's parents would go to all ends to separate the two. But what started as a typical battle between teenage love and the opposition of the elders ended up involving a murder that roots back to the glory days of the previous generation. But Jaejoong and Yunho are not alone in their journey; always by their sides are three best friends who will literally limp around the entire city on a broken leg just to collect paper hearts in the altruistic goal to wake Jaejoong up from his dangerous coma that almost cost Yunho his own health. What happens when Jaejoong remembers something from the past that might break down everything he and Yunho had built together? Why do Jaejoong's parents disapprove of Yunho, and only Yunho? What is the connection between their parents? In a society where love between boys are forbidden, will these two "best friends" overcome all the obstacles? Featuring the DBSK boys, this story is a dramatic narrative of love, friendship, and family, and how, sometimes, it takes love to hate, and vice versa. Enjoy.
Previous chapters: [1] [2] [3]
kk ch. 4 now! readers, do notice that jj's sense of "guilt" keeps on popping up everytime he sees yunho. just kinda, eh, keep that in mind. as for why, not even jj himself knows. also notice the motif of natural disasters. -xiao jia.
Ch. 4 - Meeting the Friends
JJ’s POV
Something was happening to me. I couldn’t move. I vaguely registered the fact that I was probably being quite impolite just standing there as he hugged me and said things really fast and jumped up and down and, oh dear... even a light peck on the cheek. My head was cracking open. I was sure of it. My eyes weren’t seeing the street and night and this old neighbor. I was seeing... water. A flood. Water shooting out from the horizon and speeding at us. A part of my mind knew I was hallucinating. The water came closer. It knocked down trees and streetlights. I could feel the icy droplets on my face. I couldn’t feel Yunho’s arms anymore. I felt like I was standing alone, right there in front of an oncoming flood.
Gone. That reasonable part of my mind was gone now. CRASH. I closed my eyes as I felt the slap of the freezing water on my face, through every strand of hair, against my chest. I fell backwards. Was I drowning? Blackness.
* * *
Music. It was Mozart’s 40th Symphony. The first thought that barged into my mind was something along the lines of “Who in the world still listens to classical music?!” The second thought was “Where was I?” I opened my eyes and saw where the music was coming from: a majestic stereo system against the wall opposite this white spongy bed I was on. I turned my head to the right and almost jumped up. Yunho was kneeling right against the bed, his head resting on his arms, staring at me with a freakily childish smile. (author's note: i hope this looks familiar! )
“Feeling better, Jaejoong?” By now I was sitting up. Weakly, I nodded.
“I put on some classical music for ya, Jaejoong. It helps rest the mind, Jaejoong. Hey Jaejoong do you want something to drink Jaejoong?” I shook my head. His excessive calling of my name was starting to get on my nerves though. “How... How did I end up here?” “Oh, you passed out. And I didn’t know where you lived, so I brought you here, my room. Looks familiar, doesn’t it? I moved everything back the way it used to be. Cool huh?”
Cool? Well, it would’ve been awesome if I wasn’t freaking out about two things. One, it was 12:07 pm and I wasn’t in school... on the first day of school. Two, my parents had probably already reported me as “kidnapped from house” or “missing” to the police.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re not in school...”
“No worries. I already called the school and reported us sick. So chill, we’re excused.”
“And my parents are going to kill me when they know that I was out walking at two in the morning and then spent the night at someone else’s house.”
“So? What’s wrong with sleepovers?”
I fidgeted uncomfortably. Had Yunho always been so slow? Again, my memory failed me. “They’re... going to jump to conclusions.” He blinked at me blankly. “They’re going to assume I spent the night at a girl’s house or something like that.” Yunho shrugged and said, “Just tell them the truth. Tell them you passed out and I let you stay at my place. Plus, I’m a guy. So they won’t have to worry about you getting anyone pregnant.” He grinned innocently. I, on the other hand, didn’t find that funny at all. I had a feeling umma and appa wouldn’t believe the truth. I knew they’d assume the worst from me, that they’d assume I would do the intolerable acts an 18-year-old boy would do on an unsupervised night. “I have to go.”
He blinked again, confusion blurring his features. “Oh.” I could tell he was surprised at my coldness and distance. I remembered how enthusistically he had flund himself at me last night, and that painfully large smile as he laughed and shouted my name. His ecstatic voice sounded in my head. “HAHAHAHA!! Jaejoooooooooongie!!!!” Sorry, but I just couldn’t see myself shouting back, “HAHAHAHA!! Yunho!!!!!!!” Honestly, just looking at him made me feel guilty. I guess I’m not good friendship material. “Right, well, I won’t force you to stay if you want to go...” he said in a suddenly-formal voice, standing up stiffly. He didn’t look too happy, but I had more important things to worry about. Plus, there was a sense of relief in leaving him. There was something about his eyes that made me really... nervous? Scared? Yeah, a mixture of these, along with a suffocating sense of guilt. I couldn’t explain why.
Without even looking at him I brushed past him and walked out this room that held so much memories, down the stairs, and out the front door into the bright and sunny streets. When I tumbled into my own house, which, running like crazy, was only seven minutes away from Sarang Street, my parents were seated at the breakfast table, but there was nothing on it. Just these two fuming heads hunched over on the empty table. It was a pretty intimidating sight if you knew this pair of man and woman.
Well, I won’t go into details about what happened next. Basically, my face is now red and puffy and I had to sign a bunch of papers at the police station to prove that I was truly “recovered.” I felt like a piece of lost luggage.
THE NEXT DAY - SCHOOL
It was the second day of school. Lunchtime. As always I was the first to arrive at our table. Maybe it was because I never had to wait in the lunchline because umma always packed my lunch for me. My mother... She has her nice moments too, actually. Honestly, my parents can be really caring sometimes, it’s just their way of going about things that sometimes put a damper on my day. Anyways, I was about to pick up my chopsticks when suddenly everything went black. On my eyes were hands.
“Yah, Jaejoong! Where were you yesterday?” I wasn’t in the mood for... well... for Junsu. I was more in the mood for, hmm... maybe Changmin with a splash of Yoochun. Those cooking books were getting to my head. Junsu took his hands off, took me by both shoulders, and swiveled me around to face him. “Whoa!! What happened to your face?!” His signature cutesy eyes popped open, making him look even more like an earless bunny. “What are you talking about?” I asked him weakly, trying to glide over this subject. I swiveled my chair back but he instantly swiveled me back towards him. “Dude your face!!! It’s like a red balloon!!!!” Oh Junsu. Him and his what everyone called his “stadium voice.” More than several heads turned to my table. I noticed eyes staring at my cheeks.
Usually, I’d be excited to be the center of attention - ok I’ll interrupt the narration just this once to say: I’m just so hot - but not when I look like a monkey’s behind. I let out a sigh of relief as I saw Yoochun and Changmin walking towards us with their lunch trays. Changmin’s eyes lingered on my face but he didn’t say anything as he set down his lunch and sat across from me. He cleared his throat softely, then, without even acknowledging our presence, took up his chopsticks and stuffed bite after bite into his mouth. That was one thing I liked about that kid: he rarely talked. We used to tease him about his elephantine appetite, “Minnie’s mouth is too tired from chewing to talk.” At the moment, though, I was glad he was using his mouth for eating.
With a sigh, Yoochun also sat down, next to Junsu, who has resorted to elbowing Yoochun annoyingly and looking back at me and him pointedly, back and forth. Yoochun nodded repeatedly at him, a s if to say, “Ok, Junsu, I get it already! Jae got in some trouble with the Sharks.” Oh yeah, by the way, in our conversations, we refer to my notoriously scary parents as the Sharks. Get the image? Good. One, we could talk about them right in front of their face - “So when are the Sharks leaving? I wanna get to the ice cream already” (Junsu talking at my house). Two, heck it’s a pretty accurate metaphor.
So Yoochun. In a way he was similar to Changmin in that he had the physical capability to keep his lips together (or, in the case of eating, keeping his voice box from vibrating). On the other hand, while Changmin’s always silent and thinking (about what I’m not sure), Yoochun’s just... well to put it directly, too lazy to talk. But you should really see how he comes alive when a pretty girl walks by. Let’s just say we call him the Transformer. Yeah, like that toy in that commercial with that special effect that speeds things up.
Now don’t get the wrong idea. Next to Junsu, I was the loudest one of the group. Usually bits of food would be flying out of my mouth (and onto Yoochun’s expressionless face, usually right between his eyes or on his forehead) because I have trouble waiting until I’ve swallowed my bite to talk. I’m very different around my friends compared to when I’m around my parents.
Minnie was by now facing three empty plates and was eyeing my seafood pancake with, seriously, green eyes. I pushed it to him as I totally lost my appetite when I saw HIM walking towards our table. New student. All alone. And by the fixed way he was looking at me as he came closer and closer I knew he was determined to get all buddy-buddy with me. Again. Changmin, with a tiny piece of squid still stuck to his lips, also saw him approaching. Min followed Yunho’s gaze and ended up looking at me. “Yung, you know him?” Yoochun and Junsu turned around and looked at Yunho and me curiously.
He arrived at our table. Still standing at holding his lunch tray in his hands, he spoke up. “Jaejoong, what happened to your face?” I looked down at my food and shrugged. “Oh! Are you Jae’s friend?” Junsu piped up. “Are you new? I’ve never seen you around before. Where ya from? What’s your name? Are you also a senio-“
“Junsu hyung, “Changmin broke in, “can you come with me to get a drink from the vending machine?” I had a feeing the kid wasn’t actually thirsty. They left the table, Junsu somewhat reluctantly as he kept on turning his head back to peep at Yunho.
Now it was just the three of us sitting awkwardly at the table. You could tell Yoochun was mildly curious. But then... A pretty girl walked past our table. I just blinked. That was all the time it took. Yoochun’s seat was empty and his fork was still spinning to a rest on his plate.
“Everyone’s gone. So tell me, you DO remember me, right?” Yunho flat-out asked me from across the table. “Hm? Of course.” “Well, maybe I’m just being too sensitive, but you seem really... distant.” “Oh really? Hmm.” “Like right now.” I couldn’t look at his face, especially those accusatory eyes. Once again that feeling of guilt was stabbing my guts. Literally, it hurt. He sighed in resignation, “So your face. What happened?” “Got in trouble with the Sh- my parents.” “Oh! Because of last night?”
I nodded, still staring fixedly at my noodles. “So... they physically hit you?” I shrugged. “No big deal. They just love me too much.”
“WE’RE BAAAAAAAACK!!!” Hippity hoppity hop. Junsu the rabbit flopped down onto his chair and Changmin sat down with some difficulty with eight drinks in his arms. “I suddenly felt like being nice so I bought Min all his favorite drinks,” Junsu said, puffing out his chest as Changmin shot him a poisonous look. “That’s a lot of drinks,” came Yoochun’s voice as he also returned, now with a victorious smirk on his face and a skip in his steps. He was recharged. “Let me guess,” Junsu said, “new girl?”
Winking at us deviously, Yoochun held up his cellphone for all of us to see that the girl’s phone number was in. “Oh, and she’s a dancer. Ha, I SO hit the jackpot. Anyways, we've got a date Saturday..."
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look forward to ch. 5!