My First Jaeho Fanfic Yo` xD
Hi everyone~! I haven't contributed much to this community even though I have been stalking this comm since the beginning of time. 8D So I decided to write a fanfic. It's my first Jaeho one. Hope you all like it! ^____^
Title: Memos
Author: fei_away
Pairing: JaeHo
Rating: G - PG
Summary: Jaejoong won’t admit it, but sometimes he thinks that he would have been better off as Dong Bang Shin Ki’s Leader. He whispers it into his pillow at night, mouths it to the ceiling, and even writes it in his memo; I would be a better leader than Yunho.
Everyday he writes a little memo to himself, did the laundry twice, it says on the little piece of paper today. He frowns at it for a moment, before slipping it into the little porcelain piggy bank he keeps on the window ledge in his room.
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Yesterday he wrote, Yunho wears too much cologne. And the day before, Yoochun watches Spongebob when he thinks no one is looking. He doesn’t know why he does it, but he thinks it’s because he wants to make sure the reflection in the mirror staring back at him is real. He wants to make sure that even if they shave his head bald, or dye his hair purple, that the real Kim Jaejoong is still somewhere inside. Even if the soul in his eyes dies out, he hopes that the one in his heart wont.
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“Don’t you think you’re being a little immature?” Yunho asks him one day when he’s sitting at the kitchen table, cutting out pictures from magazines to make a collage for Junsu’s room.
“No.” He glances up from his work, scissors in hand, and a little piece of tape stuck on his cheek. He scratches his leg with his foot and yawns. “Junsu likes these kind of things.”
Yunho frowns at him for a long time, before sighing. “That’s not what I meant. You need to get your act together Jae, sometimes on shows it gets a little out of hand.”
Jaejoong says nothing, merely sends Yunho a small pout before setting the scissors down, and on a small strip of red construction paper he neatly prints, Yunho doesn’t like my art.
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It’s 2:08 in the morning and he sits on his bed sorting the little slips into piles, one pile for Yunho, one for Yoochun, one for Junsu, one for Changmin, and another for the miscellaneous pile. He counts 1079 memos in the miscellaneous pile, 132 in Changmin’s, 475 in Junsu’s, 359 in Yoochun’s and 454 in Yunho’s.
He has many observations on random things; he likes his own opinions and hates it when people disagree with him. So he keeps the little miscellaneous memos safe in his piggy bank, safe from the others critical glances.
He has much to say about Junsu because Junsu is bright like a sunflower and he can sing well and Jaejoong likes his company. When they’re together they sing old renditions of Shinhwa and Backstreet Boys and they laugh and laugh and laugh.
Changmin on the other hand, talks a little too less, and is a little too quiet, but Jaejoong notices little things about the youngest member, like how he always uses paperclips to mark the important pages in his textbook instead of sticky notes.
Park Yoochun is hard to ignore, there’s many things to say about him. When he laughs he snorts and makes a funny face, after he sneezes he laughs like a hyena and Jaejoong has to hide his giggles behind his hand, because Yoochun has a short temper and when he’s mad he’s like an erupting volcano.
Jaejoong won’t admit it, but sometimes he thinks that he would have been better off as Dong Bang Shin Ki’s Leader. He whispers it into his pillow at night, mouths it to the ceiling, and even writes it in his memo; I would be a better leader than Yunho. He thinks it’s unfair, so he writes unfair things about Yunho, Yunho is so critical, Yunho favors Xiah, Yunho is selfish because he doesn’t share the yellow radishes with me.
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“JaeHo Youngwonhi.” Xiah reads out loud as they scan through some DBSK fan forum. The laptop is balancing dangerously atop Xiah’s knees, Jae notes, as he lies across the sofa, head in Yoochun’s lap. Yoochun shoves him off, smirking, “shouldn’t your head be in Yunho’s lap~?”
Jaejoong whines and rubs his head in pain, glaring at Yoochun. “We don’t have to be JaeHo every single second.”
Changmin stifles his laugh with a cough and flips another page in his textbook. “Quiet down guys, I have to memorize this Science passage for the quiz tomorrow.”
Yunho stays quiet throughout the entire time, chewing his lip thoughtfully. He stares at the laptop like he’s never seen one before.
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Jaejoong bursts out laughing one day when they’re in the studio practicing the choreography for Rising Sun. Yunho sends him an annoyed look, “what?”
“You look like you’re having a seizure.” Jaejoong points out, giggling like a high school girl.
Yunho is unfair again. Jaejoong thinks, as Yunho yells at him. He never shouts at Xiah and Changmin like this. He doesn’t treat Yoochun like this.
When Yunho is done Jaejoong says he’s done too and leaves the studio.
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He wanders around a little too late last night (without his jacket) after the spat with Yunho, and the next day Jaejoong’s stuck in bed with a fever and a bad cough.
His headache pounds, and it doesn’t help that Yunho is lecturing him again, in front of the rest of the members.
“Grow up.” Yunho growls, low and furious. “For once, just grow up.”
Xiah sends him a sympathetic look as the members exit his room. When the door clicks shut Jaejoong feels the words prickle in his eyes like tears.
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I wish I could say sorry. He writes one a piece of paper, he wants to write more but he doesn’t know how to phrase it. He thinks of Science and ionic bonds and covalent bonds and he thinks about the 1000 days of Dong Bang Shin Ki’s success.
A door slams somewhere from the house, and Jaejoong is surprised to see Yunho’s head peeking from the doorway of his room.
“What?” He asks.
“Are you feeling better?” Yunho coughs and averts his eyes.
“Yea.”
“Alright. I’ll go warm up some soup for you, the others are still at practice.”
Jaejoong isn’t sure what to say, so he nods. Changmin tells him that Covalent bonds are weaker than Ionic bonds, but Jaejoong thinks that sharing opinions is better than just giving them away, so Jaejoong tiptoes into Yunho’s room and puts all his memos on Yunho’s desk.
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Wee!! Haha, I didn’t feel like sleeping so I quickly wrote this short piece. XD Hope you all enjoyed it. ^___^ This has not been edited. =( So please excuse the grammatical errors. XD And now I shall go to sleep! *Poofs away*xD!