Mischief Deities Chapter 6 Dehydration
Title: Mischief Deities
Length: 6/41
Author: Xiao Jia and yummyfruit
Rating: PG13
Genre: agnst, humor, suspense, romance, 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] [4] [5]
changmin IS supposed to be straight in this story... but, just like that little treat for the yoosu fans, there is a little treat here for the jaemin fans. if ur not, just don't read anything as jaemin and you'll be fine. so anyways, enjoy!
Ch. 6 - Dehydration
It was Friday, our fifth day of practicing. We’ve been dancing everyday after school in the gym, with Yunho taking the role of teacher. I looked at Junsu enviously. He had the whole thing down. How could he learn so fast? I looked at Yunho, who was, at the moment, correcting the moves of one of the girls. Then I looked at Yoochun, who was also having trouble remembering what Yunho had showed us. Well, either that or he was just distracted because he kept on looking in the direction of Bunny, who kept winking at him. What about Changmin? He was far away in a dark corner of the gym, practicing away. And then there was me. I sighed in frustration, brushing away the sweat on my forehead and right above my lips. By now Yunho was making his way over here, looking to his left and right at his “students” and giving pointers here and there. Then he got to me.
“You ok, Jaejoong?” He noticed that I was just kind of standing there, panting. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just have trouble remembering the steps.” “Here let me show you,” he said, smiling at me. “One,” he counted the beats as his body shifted from one position to another, “two,” I watched him and tried to follow along, “three,” Man I forgot my water bottle, “four,” suddenly there were stars in front of my eyes, “one,” Yunho’s image was becoming blurry, “two,” I felt my peripheral vision turning black, “three,” I really should’ve eaten more lunch and brought my water, “fo- Jaejoong!” No, I didn’t really faint. My vision just totally went away and I felt the floor slipping from under me. Fortunately, I fell right into Yunho so I didn’t have to suffer from a concussion.
My ears were working fine, and I heard everyone rushing over to me. Yunho had put me down against the cold floor to help cool me off, but my head was in his lap. He was fanning my face with his hand, I think, by the light breeze I was feeling. “Can someone get him some water?” I heard him ask in an urgent voice. “I’ll go!” Changmin’s voice sounded, also filled with worry. In two minutes Yunho was placing the mouth of the icy water bottle against mine, meticulously filling me up with what my body was lacking. As I drank, Yunho said, “Jaejoong, you should never forget to drink water, especially when you’re dancing. You’re really dehydrated right now, you know that? Aish...” Feeling much better, I opened my eyes slowly and Yunho raised me up to a sitting position, his arm still around my shoulders to prevent me from falling back. “Why don’t you just take a break, Jaejoong? I’ll sit with you on the bench. C’mon, let’s go,” he whispered softly to me, “Hey everyone else! Continue practicing! Don’t worry about Jaejoong, I’ve got him!” I’ve got him. You know, when you’re recovering from a collapse, that’s a really comforting phrase to hear.
The short walk to the benches was tiring, but I was leaning on Yunho the entire time, so it wasn’t that bad. Now that I wasn’t dancing, the gym was becoming really cold since the ac was turned on to the fullest. Since my sweat was still on me, I was starting to shiver from the cold and goosebumps appeared on my arms. Sitting on the bench, I was huddled over. “Jaejoong, what’s wrong? Are you still hurting somewhere?” Yunho asked from beside me. I shook my head. In a weak voice, I told him, “No. It’s just really cold in here.” Suddenly, warmth flooded me as Yunho wrapped both arms around me without any hesitation, brought his chin on top of my head, and asked, “Better?” Well, apart from feeling like a girl, I really was feeling much better. “Yeah. Thanks.” No no I wasn’t feeling anything negative towards feeling like a girl, it’s just that it was a... peculiar feeling. Kinda weird, that’s all. But hey, I wasn’t cold anymore, that’s what’s important right now.
YUNHO'S POV
Jaejoong’s so stupid. How could he forget to drink water?! Aish, making me so worried. And now he’s cold. Poor Jaejoongie. I hugged him tighter. I scanned the dancers to make sure everyone was doing the right moves. Oh. “Yah! Yoochun!!” He froze in his steps and looked up at me. “What?!” We both had to talk loudly because we were far away. “On beat three, your left foot should kick forward! Not backwards!” “Oh!! Thanks!” “No problem!!” As I looked at the rest of the dancers, I noticed that the girls were looking at me strangely as they did their moves. Hm? What? I wonder if there was something on my face...
“Yunho hyung.” "WAH!!" I jumped, my arms almost slipping off Jaejoong. It was Changmin, and he had popped up from behind me out of nowhere. I didn’t even see him walking towards me. My heart still thumping against my chest, I looked up at him. “Dude you scared me. Yes?” His gaze was stuck on the back of Jaejoong’s hunched back. I followed his eyes, which traveled from Jaejoong’s back to my arms around him to me. For some reason he didn’t look very happy. “Yes, Changmin?” I repeated. He cleared his throat and said, all the while his eyes glancing at the girls below us, “Those girls are talking about you.” “Huh? Why?” He fidgeted his feet. “They’re commenting on how you’re hugging Jaejoong hyung.” “Oh.” I get it. “Yunho hyung, why are you hugging Jaejoong hyung anyways? I have to admit your positions do look a bit...” “Jaejoong’s cold.” Realization came over Changmin’s face. “Oh. I see.”
But he just stood there awkwardly. Did he have a question about the dance? “Do you have anymore questions?” He looked at me speechlessly for one second longer than normal. Boy, Jaejoong was right. This boy thinks too much. After a long silence, he said, “You must be tired. Do you want me to hold him while you go stretch out a bit?” Aww. What a considerate boy. I smiled at him and replied, “Oh no that’s fine. I’m strong, haha. (He didn’t smile back. I cleared my throat awkwardly.)” “Ok then. Just let me know when you’re tired. I’m gonna go practice now.” I watched him walk down the benches and start practicing in his little corner again.
I just realized that Jaejoong had been very quiet all this time. With a bit of difficulty, I craned my neck to check if he had fallen asleep. Looking down, I only saw his eyelashes. That and the regular up and down of his back told me that he had indeed fallen asleep. Suddenly, I just registered something in my mind. I was holding a living thing. What the heck?
Duh!!
But seriously, when you actually think about that fact, like REALLY register that fact in your mind, it gives you a really warm feeling. I don’t think I’ve ever actually held onto another living thing, no not even a pet, for so long.... And so comfortably. Jaejoong’s frame wasn’t too big or too small. With my arms around him, I felt like I was hugging a really warm, soft pillow. And his hair against my chin and neck wasn’t scratchy at all. He had really silky hair.
I blinked.
For some reason, my arms suddenly tightened their hold.
I blinked again.
Something was happening inside of me...
JAEJOONG'S POV
THUMP THUMP THUMP. What the heck? THUMP THUMP THUMP. Man I was having such a good dream!!! THUMP THUMP THUMP. I opened my eyes and realized that I was still in the school gym. And on the bench. And... in Yunho’s arms. THUMP THUMP THUMP. What was that sound? It was... right against my ear. But... Yunho’s chest was right against my ear, wasn’t it? I could feel its warmth and his shirt’s cottony softness on my cheek. I hadn’t moved, and Yunho still thought I was asleep. I blinked and realized that his heartbeat had woken me up. Should I let him know I was awake? Now that my mind has been refreshed after the rest, I suddenly felt that our positions were a bit awkward. Ok really awkward. I wasn’t used to having a guy my age have practically his entire upper body stuck to me. Not to mention he was wearing a sleeveless top, so his arms were bare. I felt his bony chin on my head. THUMP THUMP THUMP. Why was his heart beating so hard? It wasn’t this loud when I fell asleep.
Ok, so awkward, right? But for some reason I didn’t move. I just stayed there. And listened to his heartbeat. THUMP THUMP THUMP. My eyelids were feeling heavy again. I couldn’t believe it myself........
........But I fell back to sleep.
It wasn’t until dinnertime, when everyone had already left the gym, did Yunho gently pat my arm, whispering, “Jae... Jae....” “Hmm?” I was still clinging on to my dream (being a winner at a singing contest.) “Time to wake up... It’s 7:40... Everyone else already left.” I opened my eyes and, having forgotten my position, automatically raised my face to where the voice was coming from: directly above my head. He was looking straight down into my face. Heck our noses touched. That’s how close we were. “Whoa!” I was totally and completely awake now. I jumped. His arms slipped. And that’s how I ended up with my face squished against the floor.
Still rubbing my face, I trailed behind Yunho going down the benches. Our footsteps echoed eerily in the big empty gym. I was afraid to talk because I didn’t want my voice to resonate loudly. But in any case, I was definitely HEARING a resonating voice. In my head. It was what Yunho had called me when he woke me up. Everyone else just called me Jaejoong, even my parents and my closest friends.
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yay. look forward to ch.7! the talent show's comin' up! get ready to cheer for our boys! after all, they're dbsk, not only the greatest singers, but also rockin' dancers!!!