First Love
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Title: First Love
Pairings: kim jaejoong/ofc
Rating: PG
Warnings: nada
Genre: Romance
A/N: This is slight---very slightly---based on real events, just so ya know. And it's my birthday, so you should comment.
Jaejoong never would've thought that his first love wouldn’t be able to hear. He used to think that he would swoon every girl he met with his voice, that every girl he met would just fall into his arms at the sound of his voice.
It all started at his second birthday. His best friend at the time, Suwon, was rushed off in the middle of his party because his mum had just given birth. Mea Ha was premature by three weeks. Her heart was fine, her head was fine. All of her organs were running perfectly. Except her ears. She couldn’t hear a thing.
The doctors weren’t sure if it was because she was premature or if it was from other complications. Either way, it was enough to send Suwon's mother into postpartum depression.
A week later, Jaejoong and her mother headed over to Suwon's, their car filled to the brim with anything that Jaejoong's mother thought might help. When they arrived at the house, they could hear Mae Ha's screams before they left the car. "Mommy," Jaejoong cried, "make it stop."
His mother leaned down and hugged him. "Let's go," was all she said as she lead him into the house. "Play with Suwon," she instructed. "I won't be long."
"My sister can't hear," Suwon looked up at his friend. "I tried talking to her this morning, but she didn't even notice I was talking."
"But she's so loud," Jaejoong observed, placing his hands over his ears. He didn’t want to hear her. The two didn’t even end up playing. They simply sat there, trying to not hear Mae Ha's screams, or the sound of Suwon's mother's cries that soon joined in.
Jaejoong's mothers "won't be long" turned into three hours. After two, Jaejoong couldn’t take it. He went looking for his mother, to beg her to take him home. "Mommy," he cried, pulling on her jeans, "I wanna go home."
"Not now, sweetie," she told him, brushing him off. Jaejoong's cries soon joined in the mix. He wasn’t paying much attention to where he was going, his eyes closed and his legs just running. He found his way into Mae Ha's room.
She was lying in her crib. He didn’t understand why her mother wasn’t holding her, making her feel better. She was so small. He felt he could hold her whole head his fist. He, however, didn’t test his theory.
What he did do, however, was reach his hand through the bars of the crib and hold onto her hand. He always felt better when his mother held his hand. And then he began to sing. It didn’t even occur to him that she couldn’t hear. He always felt better when mother sang to him, too.
It wasn’t long until Mae Ha's cries died down and she was asleep, her hand firmly grasped around Jaejoong's.
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Jaejoong couldn’t set an actually date for when he fell in love with Mea Ha, for all he knew, it was that first day he met her, the first day he held her hand - even though neither of them really remembered it.
Maybe it was when she five and he was eight. He had gone to Suwon's, but he was busy doing something else. Mae Ha was in the kitchen, walking around. She was just circling the kitchen, not doing a single thing but walking.
Jaejoong grabbed the pad of paper that was designated for anyone that wanted to say something to Mae Ha but didn’t know sign. Even Suwon had to use the pad sometime.
"Teach me to say something," he wrote down, his hand writing barely understandable. He showed the paper to Mae Ha. She didn’t stop walking as she read. When she was done, she threw the pad to the ground and walked over to Jaejoong.
She moved her hands around, not telling Jaejoong what she was saying.
He went and grabbed the paper. "What was that?" he wrote.
"I love you," she told him, her voice so raw, so loud, so uncontrollable.
Or maybe it was his tenth birthday. It was her birthday, too, but his always overshadowed her because he was older. Even Suwon cared more about Jaejoong's birthday than his sister's.
He went over to pick up Suwon. They were going to go see a movie. His mother let him in, saying that Suwon would just be a moment. He made his way over to the kitchen to wait, simply because it smelled like something delicious was being made.
When he entered, he saw Mae Ha covered in flour. She looked like a ghost, no colour anywhere - just white. He tried not to laugh.
"What happened?" This time, he was able to sign the words to her.
"I made you a cake." She signed back.
Jaejoong pointed at himself, a questioning look on his face. "Me?" he asked out loud.
Mae Ha nodded.
"Why?" he asked, a smile on his face. He loved cake.
"Because," she told him, running up to him and hugging him - she was about half his height - "it's our birthday."
Or maybe it was a full seven years after that. It was their birthday once again. This time, he had made her a cake. It was the most lavish thing he had ever made. She name was written in orange icing and happy birthday is purple - her two favourite colours, even though they didn’t match at all.
He walked over to her house, cake in hand. He had planned on surprising her. When he arrived, he entered the house without knocking. He was there almost more times that he was at his own house. This time, he went straight to her room, despite the good smell that was coming from the kitchen.
She was at her desk, working on homework. He did his best to sneak up on her. But no matter how hard he would try, she would always know when he was coming.
If she knew he was coming, she didn’t show it. He placed the cake in front of her on her desk. It took her a few seconds to realize it was there. When she did, she jumped out of her chair and hugged him. Then - possibly on purpose - his face landed amid the cake.
Three days later, he didn’t care when it was exactly that he had fallen in love with her.
They were under a tree that was exactly between their houses. She was a good foot shorter than him. Yet, somehow, she managed to lift herself up and have her lips reach his. There was nothing that was as perfect or sweet or magical as that moment was.
It was at that moment that he realized she loved him, too. For all that he was, for all that he wasn’t. And it was then that he realized that that was why he loved her.
And nothing would ever compare. Even when he would have women throwing themselves at him, even when he was more famous that he could ever imagine, nothing would - could - ever compare to his first love.
Title: First Love
Pairings: kim jaejoong/ofc
Rating: PG
Warnings: nada
Genre: Romance
A/N: This is slight---very slightly---based on real events, just so ya know. And it's my birthday, so you should comment.
Jaejoong never would've thought that his first love wouldn’t be able to hear. He used to think that he would swoon every girl he met with his voice, that every girl he met would just fall into his arms at the sound of his voice.
It all started at his second birthday. His best friend at the time, Suwon, was rushed off in the middle of his party because his mum had just given birth. Mea Ha was premature by three weeks. Her heart was fine, her head was fine. All of her organs were running perfectly. Except her ears. She couldn’t hear a thing.
The doctors weren’t sure if it was because she was premature or if it was from other complications. Either way, it was enough to send Suwon's mother into postpartum depression.
A week later, Jaejoong and her mother headed over to Suwon's, their car filled to the brim with anything that Jaejoong's mother thought might help. When they arrived at the house, they could hear Mae Ha's screams before they left the car. "Mommy," Jaejoong cried, "make it stop."
His mother leaned down and hugged him. "Let's go," was all she said as she lead him into the house. "Play with Suwon," she instructed. "I won't be long."
"My sister can't hear," Suwon looked up at his friend. "I tried talking to her this morning, but she didn't even notice I was talking."
"But she's so loud," Jaejoong observed, placing his hands over his ears. He didn’t want to hear her. The two didn’t even end up playing. They simply sat there, trying to not hear Mae Ha's screams, or the sound of Suwon's mother's cries that soon joined in.
Jaejoong's mothers "won't be long" turned into three hours. After two, Jaejoong couldn’t take it. He went looking for his mother, to beg her to take him home. "Mommy," he cried, pulling on her jeans, "I wanna go home."
"Not now, sweetie," she told him, brushing him off. Jaejoong's cries soon joined in the mix. He wasn’t paying much attention to where he was going, his eyes closed and his legs just running. He found his way into Mae Ha's room.
She was lying in her crib. He didn’t understand why her mother wasn’t holding her, making her feel better. She was so small. He felt he could hold her whole head his fist. He, however, didn’t test his theory.
What he did do, however, was reach his hand through the bars of the crib and hold onto her hand. He always felt better when his mother held his hand. And then he began to sing. It didn’t even occur to him that she couldn’t hear. He always felt better when mother sang to him, too.
It wasn’t long until Mae Ha's cries died down and she was asleep, her hand firmly grasped around Jaejoong's.
&&
Jaejoong couldn’t set an actually date for when he fell in love with Mea Ha, for all he knew, it was that first day he met her, the first day he held her hand - even though neither of them really remembered it.
Maybe it was when she five and he was eight. He had gone to Suwon's, but he was busy doing something else. Mae Ha was in the kitchen, walking around. She was just circling the kitchen, not doing a single thing but walking.
Jaejoong grabbed the pad of paper that was designated for anyone that wanted to say something to Mae Ha but didn’t know sign. Even Suwon had to use the pad sometime.
"Teach me to say something," he wrote down, his hand writing barely understandable. He showed the paper to Mae Ha. She didn’t stop walking as she read. When she was done, she threw the pad to the ground and walked over to Jaejoong.
She moved her hands around, not telling Jaejoong what she was saying.
He went and grabbed the paper. "What was that?" he wrote.
"I love you," she told him, her voice so raw, so loud, so uncontrollable.
Or maybe it was his tenth birthday. It was her birthday, too, but his always overshadowed her because he was older. Even Suwon cared more about Jaejoong's birthday than his sister's.
He went over to pick up Suwon. They were going to go see a movie. His mother let him in, saying that Suwon would just be a moment. He made his way over to the kitchen to wait, simply because it smelled like something delicious was being made.
When he entered, he saw Mae Ha covered in flour. She looked like a ghost, no colour anywhere - just white. He tried not to laugh.
"What happened?" This time, he was able to sign the words to her.
"I made you a cake." She signed back.
Jaejoong pointed at himself, a questioning look on his face. "Me?" he asked out loud.
Mae Ha nodded.
"Why?" he asked, a smile on his face. He loved cake.
"Because," she told him, running up to him and hugging him - she was about half his height - "it's our birthday."
Or maybe it was a full seven years after that. It was their birthday once again. This time, he had made her a cake. It was the most lavish thing he had ever made. She name was written in orange icing and happy birthday is purple - her two favourite colours, even though they didn’t match at all.
He walked over to her house, cake in hand. He had planned on surprising her. When he arrived, he entered the house without knocking. He was there almost more times that he was at his own house. This time, he went straight to her room, despite the good smell that was coming from the kitchen.
She was at her desk, working on homework. He did his best to sneak up on her. But no matter how hard he would try, she would always know when he was coming.
If she knew he was coming, she didn’t show it. He placed the cake in front of her on her desk. It took her a few seconds to realize it was there. When she did, she jumped out of her chair and hugged him. Then - possibly on purpose - his face landed amid the cake.
Three days later, he didn’t care when it was exactly that he had fallen in love with her.
They were under a tree that was exactly between their houses. She was a good foot shorter than him. Yet, somehow, she managed to lift herself up and have her lips reach his. There was nothing that was as perfect or sweet or magical as that moment was.
It was at that moment that he realized she loved him, too. For all that he was, for all that he wasn’t. And it was then that he realized that that was why he loved her.
And nothing would ever compare. Even when he would have women throwing themselves at him, even when he was more famous that he could ever imagine, nothing would - could - ever compare to his first love.