We drive along open highways like this; JaeMin; for _starcandy's Awesome!1000+ contest
We drive along open highways like this
1726 words. PG-13.
- DBSK; JaeMin.
author aoireeza.
summary Out of the many stars in the sky, only one shines for each person. Just one.
notes for _starcandy's Awesome!1000+ contest, based on the prompts chance and anticipate. also for jaemint ♥
disclaimer I do not own these boys. SM does.
You think it’s by fate or chance that you find yourself driving to the West. You’ve got your clothes neatly packed in your suitcase - you have to thank your mother for that - and music blaring in your car’s stereo system. That, and that you’re driving well beyond the speed limit - the strands of your hair get caught in the wind.
You immediately hit the brake when you see a person crossing the road - where could he have come from? The person looks at you briefly, promptly returns to walking. You blink - he’s gone. Then you’re back to driving.
A couple more kilometers and you might just find your destination.
---
After two hours and a half of driving to Lord knows where, you spot a small village - the sign says Villa Solar, and you wonder for a moment if the sun always shines on this place. You take a peek and someone taps your shoulder from behind. You promptly turn around and almost jump on your feet - “Good morning!”
You soon find out that this Solar Village is just like any place in the rural areas - small, peaceful and relies heavily on agriculture. The guy who just appeared behind you is named Junsu - “Kim Junsu,” he tells you most enthusiastically, and drags you inside. You drag your luggage behind you. His grip on you is too tight.
“Everyone, say hello to… what’s your name again?” Then you find yourself laughing whilst standing in the middle of around thirteen people who are circling you. You look at the poor, enthusiastic boy who doesn’t even know your name. “I’m Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.” Then everyone proceeds to hugging you - all of them but one, that person standing some few meters from you, walking to you.
“Hello, Jaejoong,” he says, a small smile on his lips. He extends his hand - you have a nagging feeling you’ve seen him somewhere before - and you take it, shake it once like businessmen do. Your response is a nod, a faint ‘Hi’, and he tells you his name - “Changmin. Shim Changmin of the animal farm,” he kids, because he takes care of the animals. Then everyone else tells you what they do - Mr. Park, as he insists to be called, is in charge of taking care of the coffee beans; Heenim grows vegetables while Hyukjae grows fruits; Yunho takes care of the rice and wheat, along with Jongwoon; Donghae is a fisherman. Junsu, the enthusiastic boy, takes care of the water and irrigation system.
While everyone’s busy with you, you see Changmin leave. He waves at you, calls out to you - “You know where to find me!” You shake your head, say “I don’t!” But he’s smiling, shouting “Yes, you do!” And you think, you just think, you might just know where to find him.
---
Junsu, the enthusiastic boy, takes you around the little village the following day. You bring your camera and notebook with you - you’ve come here to take a break from the city and look for something new to write about, after all. Junsu asks you why you’re there and so you tell him, more like narrate your story to him - that you’re a writer who’s been jaded by the daily routine of life in the city, and that you need to take a break from all those so that you could write again. “It must be hard being a writer,” he tells you, voice trailing off, and you think he understands you a bit - this place could do you well.
He shows you the irrigation system that is not entirely built in archaic ways, but it isn’t exactly modernized, either. “It’s… good,” you tell him, and you mildly regret saying that because he’s looking at you oh-so-agonizingly-adorably - you might just melt. So you quip - “It’s awesome” - and he bounces on the balls of his feet.
He shows you Heenim’s little vegetable garden next (where Heenim insists you take some eggplants and pumpkins and tells you he fancies your blond hair), to Yunho’s fields (where Junsu almost gets caught in the mud), to Hyukjae’s fruit garden (where you just had to get some strawberries), and somewhere near the sea where you see Donghae almost falling off his boat as he waves at you and Junsu. Then a voice comes from behind - it sounds much like music. You turn around sharply. Junsu’s features light up with a smile.
“Ya.” Changmin takes your hand and you could only look at Junsu as he takes you away.
“The stars-” he says, voice trailing off and you can feel the wind blowing against your hair - you cannot fight this, “the stars can wait. The sun is still out.” You don’t get it, but you’re nodding because you’re running to the ocean, fast and unknowing and oh, you can feel the cool water run against your skin - you could be sinking now but no, he’s holding your hand. You won’t drown, you won’t drown.
You do, and he drowns with you.
Five minutes after, you remember that you’ve got your small notebook stuck in your back pocket and it’s probably dripping wet (your camera may be some where else), but you don’t really care.
Junsu’s worried sick when you don’t return before sunset. “It’s eight thirty, Changmin. Eight thirty!” Junsu’s wiggling his index finger before your eyes and you could only chuckle. Changmin shakes his head. “No, we’re just in time. Look-”
A shooting star dances across the sky.
“Tomorrow, the stars will be even brighter. But the next day, they’ll stop shining.” Changmin speaks in prophetic ways, you don’t even know where to begin trying to comprehend him. But then he takes your hand and he places your hand on his chest, palm flat against his skin. “You can take one of them, if you like.” You look at him intently, shake your head, and you catch yourself shining in his eyes.
---
The change of atmosphere has probably done you good. Two days of being in this place has done wonders to your muses - you can feel them kicking now, like horses who have been all riled up for a race. You feel your mobile phone vibrating in your pocket - Changmin better not pull you to the ocean again, or else you’ll have to buy yourself a new phone. You fish your phone, see your boss’ name flashing across the screen. You slip your phone back in your pocket - one more day and you're Kim Jaejoong, city boy extraordinaire again.
“Jaejoong ah, come, come!” The morning routine isn’t complete without Junsu’s high-pitched laughter ringing in your ears, Mr. Park’s voice drawling, wrapping around your ear drums and Heenim’s just shattering every piece of poetry that Junsu and Mr. Park have created with his short greeting - “Hey there, Jaeface.”
It’s a short and meaningful breakfast that you have with the villagers, and Hyukjae brings you tons of strawberries so that you’ll have something to remember him by. Heenim offers you a hug. Mr. Park gives you a bag of coffee beans. Yunho gives you words of wisdom and Heenim teases him for it - “You sound so much older than me.” Then there is bantering and the promise of tomorrow is born.
“You’re leaving tomorrow,” comes Changmin’s voice from behind you, and you nod, give him a smile. He walks to you and extends his hand.
“Would you like to know how to take care of animals?”
You take his hand and walk with him to the farm. Junsu calls out to you - “Be back soon?” You whisper to yourself, it won’t be too long.
Changmin has some thirteen sheep gathered around him, and he urges you to come near him. “Come, come.” You inch closer to him and he hands one of the sheep to you. “First, you must tame them.” He strokes the back of the sheep gently and you follow suit, without second thoughts. “Then you must call them by name.” He then prompts you to give the sheep a name - “Anything you wish,” he tells you, so you come up with Tutankhamen, to which he laughs uncontrollably and you catch his laughter, tuck it safely in your heart. “Then give them your brightest smile. You can expect them to come back.” You look at him, shoot him an inquisitive look.
“But what if they don’t, if they run away?”
“Then you’ll have to run after them to bring them back.”
---
You don’t pack your bags in the evening; instead, you wake up early and do the packing in the morning. Heenim has so graciously provided you with a paper bag of sorts - Lord knows you’ll need it, what with the tons of things that the villagers have given you. You stuff all your bags in your car, have the paper bag with the fruits and all sit on the passenger seat - you’re not normally sentimental about these things. Junsu calls your name softly from behind you - he’s already up, and so are Mr. Park and Yunho. You give them a soft smile.
One last coffee. One last snarky remark from Heenim before being enveloped by him in a hug. One last wave at everyone. One last peek at the phone vibrating in your pocket - someone’s calling, but you don’t see anything flashing in your screen. One last tiptoe to see if you’ve missed someone - you know you’re missing Changmin. One last nod. One last wistful smile. One last goodbye.
Then you hear the engine of your car roar to life.
It’s eight in the morning and you’re halfway through your trip to the city. You’ve got country music blasting in your speakers. Your phone’s on the dashboard. It vibrates. You take a peek at it; you’ve got a message.
There’s a star longing for home. I think you kept it in your pocket.
You think you’ve been staring at your phone for too long because you don’t notice the person crossing the road. You immediately hit the brake, close your eyes so that you won’t see what might happen. You open your eyes a few second after. You see someone smiling at you. You glance at your phone then back at the person just across the street.
There’s a star longing for home. I think you kept it in your pocket.
You see yourself reflecting in his eyes.
1726 words. PG-13.
- DBSK; JaeMin.
author aoireeza.
summary Out of the many stars in the sky, only one shines for each person. Just one.
notes for _starcandy's Awesome!1000+ contest, based on the prompts chance and anticipate. also for jaemint ♥
disclaimer I do not own these boys. SM does.
You think it’s by fate or chance that you find yourself driving to the West. You’ve got your clothes neatly packed in your suitcase - you have to thank your mother for that - and music blaring in your car’s stereo system. That, and that you’re driving well beyond the speed limit - the strands of your hair get caught in the wind.
You immediately hit the brake when you see a person crossing the road - where could he have come from? The person looks at you briefly, promptly returns to walking. You blink - he’s gone. Then you’re back to driving.
A couple more kilometers and you might just find your destination.
---
After two hours and a half of driving to Lord knows where, you spot a small village - the sign says Villa Solar, and you wonder for a moment if the sun always shines on this place. You take a peek and someone taps your shoulder from behind. You promptly turn around and almost jump on your feet - “Good morning!”
You soon find out that this Solar Village is just like any place in the rural areas - small, peaceful and relies heavily on agriculture. The guy who just appeared behind you is named Junsu - “Kim Junsu,” he tells you most enthusiastically, and drags you inside. You drag your luggage behind you. His grip on you is too tight.
“Everyone, say hello to… what’s your name again?” Then you find yourself laughing whilst standing in the middle of around thirteen people who are circling you. You look at the poor, enthusiastic boy who doesn’t even know your name. “I’m Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.” Then everyone proceeds to hugging you - all of them but one, that person standing some few meters from you, walking to you.
“Hello, Jaejoong,” he says, a small smile on his lips. He extends his hand - you have a nagging feeling you’ve seen him somewhere before - and you take it, shake it once like businessmen do. Your response is a nod, a faint ‘Hi’, and he tells you his name - “Changmin. Shim Changmin of the animal farm,” he kids, because he takes care of the animals. Then everyone else tells you what they do - Mr. Park, as he insists to be called, is in charge of taking care of the coffee beans; Heenim grows vegetables while Hyukjae grows fruits; Yunho takes care of the rice and wheat, along with Jongwoon; Donghae is a fisherman. Junsu, the enthusiastic boy, takes care of the water and irrigation system.
While everyone’s busy with you, you see Changmin leave. He waves at you, calls out to you - “You know where to find me!” You shake your head, say “I don’t!” But he’s smiling, shouting “Yes, you do!” And you think, you just think, you might just know where to find him.
---
Junsu, the enthusiastic boy, takes you around the little village the following day. You bring your camera and notebook with you - you’ve come here to take a break from the city and look for something new to write about, after all. Junsu asks you why you’re there and so you tell him, more like narrate your story to him - that you’re a writer who’s been jaded by the daily routine of life in the city, and that you need to take a break from all those so that you could write again. “It must be hard being a writer,” he tells you, voice trailing off, and you think he understands you a bit - this place could do you well.
He shows you the irrigation system that is not entirely built in archaic ways, but it isn’t exactly modernized, either. “It’s… good,” you tell him, and you mildly regret saying that because he’s looking at you oh-so-agonizingly-adorably - you might just melt. So you quip - “It’s awesome” - and he bounces on the balls of his feet.
He shows you Heenim’s little vegetable garden next (where Heenim insists you take some eggplants and pumpkins and tells you he fancies your blond hair), to Yunho’s fields (where Junsu almost gets caught in the mud), to Hyukjae’s fruit garden (where you just had to get some strawberries), and somewhere near the sea where you see Donghae almost falling off his boat as he waves at you and Junsu. Then a voice comes from behind - it sounds much like music. You turn around sharply. Junsu’s features light up with a smile.
“Ya.” Changmin takes your hand and you could only look at Junsu as he takes you away.
“The stars-” he says, voice trailing off and you can feel the wind blowing against your hair - you cannot fight this, “the stars can wait. The sun is still out.” You don’t get it, but you’re nodding because you’re running to the ocean, fast and unknowing and oh, you can feel the cool water run against your skin - you could be sinking now but no, he’s holding your hand. You won’t drown, you won’t drown.
You do, and he drowns with you.
Five minutes after, you remember that you’ve got your small notebook stuck in your back pocket and it’s probably dripping wet (your camera may be some where else), but you don’t really care.
Junsu’s worried sick when you don’t return before sunset. “It’s eight thirty, Changmin. Eight thirty!” Junsu’s wiggling his index finger before your eyes and you could only chuckle. Changmin shakes his head. “No, we’re just in time. Look-”
A shooting star dances across the sky.
“Tomorrow, the stars will be even brighter. But the next day, they’ll stop shining.” Changmin speaks in prophetic ways, you don’t even know where to begin trying to comprehend him. But then he takes your hand and he places your hand on his chest, palm flat against his skin. “You can take one of them, if you like.” You look at him intently, shake your head, and you catch yourself shining in his eyes.
---
The change of atmosphere has probably done you good. Two days of being in this place has done wonders to your muses - you can feel them kicking now, like horses who have been all riled up for a race. You feel your mobile phone vibrating in your pocket - Changmin better not pull you to the ocean again, or else you’ll have to buy yourself a new phone. You fish your phone, see your boss’ name flashing across the screen. You slip your phone back in your pocket - one more day and you're Kim Jaejoong, city boy extraordinaire again.
“Jaejoong ah, come, come!” The morning routine isn’t complete without Junsu’s high-pitched laughter ringing in your ears, Mr. Park’s voice drawling, wrapping around your ear drums and Heenim’s just shattering every piece of poetry that Junsu and Mr. Park have created with his short greeting - “Hey there, Jaeface.”
It’s a short and meaningful breakfast that you have with the villagers, and Hyukjae brings you tons of strawberries so that you’ll have something to remember him by. Heenim offers you a hug. Mr. Park gives you a bag of coffee beans. Yunho gives you words of wisdom and Heenim teases him for it - “You sound so much older than me.” Then there is bantering and the promise of tomorrow is born.
“You’re leaving tomorrow,” comes Changmin’s voice from behind you, and you nod, give him a smile. He walks to you and extends his hand.
“Would you like to know how to take care of animals?”
You take his hand and walk with him to the farm. Junsu calls out to you - “Be back soon?” You whisper to yourself, it won’t be too long.
Changmin has some thirteen sheep gathered around him, and he urges you to come near him. “Come, come.” You inch closer to him and he hands one of the sheep to you. “First, you must tame them.” He strokes the back of the sheep gently and you follow suit, without second thoughts. “Then you must call them by name.” He then prompts you to give the sheep a name - “Anything you wish,” he tells you, so you come up with Tutankhamen, to which he laughs uncontrollably and you catch his laughter, tuck it safely in your heart. “Then give them your brightest smile. You can expect them to come back.” You look at him, shoot him an inquisitive look.
“But what if they don’t, if they run away?”
“Then you’ll have to run after them to bring them back.”
---
You don’t pack your bags in the evening; instead, you wake up early and do the packing in the morning. Heenim has so graciously provided you with a paper bag of sorts - Lord knows you’ll need it, what with the tons of things that the villagers have given you. You stuff all your bags in your car, have the paper bag with the fruits and all sit on the passenger seat - you’re not normally sentimental about these things. Junsu calls your name softly from behind you - he’s already up, and so are Mr. Park and Yunho. You give them a soft smile.
One last coffee. One last snarky remark from Heenim before being enveloped by him in a hug. One last wave at everyone. One last peek at the phone vibrating in your pocket - someone’s calling, but you don’t see anything flashing in your screen. One last tiptoe to see if you’ve missed someone - you know you’re missing Changmin. One last nod. One last wistful smile. One last goodbye.
Then you hear the engine of your car roar to life.
It’s eight in the morning and you’re halfway through your trip to the city. You’ve got country music blasting in your speakers. Your phone’s on the dashboard. It vibrates. You take a peek at it; you’ve got a message.
There’s a star longing for home. I think you kept it in your pocket.
You think you’ve been staring at your phone for too long because you don’t notice the person crossing the road. You immediately hit the brake, close your eyes so that you won’t see what might happen. You open your eyes a few second after. You see someone smiling at you. You glance at your phone then back at the person just across the street.
There’s a star longing for home. I think you kept it in your pocket.
You see yourself reflecting in his eyes.