Jaejoong's Lyric Verse 5/?
J a e j o o n g ’ s L y r i c
Author: love_cassiopeia (Cindy)
Summary: Jaejoong - a poor yet talented musician with an impossible dream. Yunho - An SM producer who could make Jaejoong’s unreal dream come true. They needed each other to succeed, and they were delighted they had met that magical day. But, will love get in the way of dreams? Will the two be captured by love rather than work? Only his song will tell.
Group: TVXQ/Dong Bang Shin Ki
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the five members, I’m simply borrowing them.
Warnings: This is YunJae... meaning that it's Yaoi... or Shounen Ai. If you do not enjoy these types of fanfictions, please leave and ignore this entry. There’s lots of Angst, and it is rated NC-17.
Genre: Romance/Angst/Yaoi
Pairings: YunJae | YunChun (To-You)
Note: I hope you guys like this chapter~ it's quite long... but I hope you think it's interesting~ ^^
Verse Five: Spark
Book Cover | Movie Poster
J a e j o o n g ’ s L y r i c
V e r s e F i v e : Spark
Life Sucks
A blur of flashing neon lights blend in with the city’s chilly weather, making the tears dry up on your face. You shiver, a chill running up your spine as you walk down one of the busiest streets in Seoul. A car wasn’t needed tonight. As an alternative, you chose to walk, making yourself enjoy the city’s busy scenery without taking it for granted. You secretly missed the night life, and you missed your mellow days in high school. But most importantly, you missed love. You missed the times when you would be imprisoned in one’s labyrinth, not wishing to ever escape. You missed the times when Yoochun made your knees weaken, sending your whole body into shock. But history was history, and there was no way in the world that you could return to those days. A time machine just wasn’t in stock nowadays, and you blamed technology for that intensely.
You light a cigarette from your box of Marlboro Red - the first one today. ‘Life sucks,’ you repeat in your mind, sending yourself pictures of your father standing firmly, rigorously throwing insults at you. What did he ever know? It wasn’t his life. You belonged to no one but yourself, and you didn’t need his permission for every decision you made.
The leather shoes on your feet lead you around in circles, repeating the same night club before your eyes a couple of times. You recklessly wonder if you should enter and have yourself a glass of vodka before leaving. But a part of you denies, telling yourself that you had no right to do so.
Your stomach growls continuously, constantly reminding yourself that you have barely eaten today. You were thin enough as it was - only living off coffee and cigarettes. The long-sleeved T-shirt you wear hangs on you, leaving your sharp bones untouched and lifeless. You had no idea why you couldn’t eat. Maybe it was because of work, or stress, or maybe because you were too lazy to eat. You hated dining out, and didn‘t have enough effort to cook for yourself. Instead, you missed your mother‘s homemade meals, prepared with love and effort - just where could you find one of those?
You reach into your pocket to grab your cell phone. You hold it close to you, and recklessly search through your contacts. You come across the number of Kim Jaejoong - the talented vocalist you’ve met this morning. You can do nothing but press send as you grin, picturing his porcelain-like face in your mind. There was no one else in the world you would rather talk to. Kim Jaejoong was the one who could make all your goals and dreams a reality, and he would soon become an essential in your life.
You need him.
With the phone held to your ears, you wait impatiently for the receiver to pick up. However, you become astounded as his line appears busy. You roll your eyes, close up your flip phone, and continue walking.
“Just who would Jaejoong be talking to at this hour?” You wonder out loud. Again, you dial his number, wishing to hear his voice once again.
Still, no answer.
Frustration finds its way to your face as you end the call for the second time. You tell yourself not to lose your patience, and stay calm like you’ve just had five cups of coffee. However, you reach into your pocket once again, and dig out your modern mobile phone. You look through your contacts, and find his name once again.
It wouldn’t hurt to try a third time, right?
“And don’t forget, never sass Shiwon, or else he’ll get really aggravated. Trust me, I’ve been through all that, and I sincerely don’t want you to experience the same.”
You sigh timidly. “I understand Junsu… maybe you were just too stupid to realize Shiwon’s dark side.” You laugh to your own joke. “Besides… he is a male model! What do you expect? An ego-free environment?”
“Jaejoong… shut up! I didn’t know any better!” Junsu remarks. “I mean… you gotta be lucky that I’m here, leading you through all this.” He chuckles, making your ear sting as his husky voice transports through the phone.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You say, mocking Junsu’s typical behavior.
To your surprise, you hear an irregular beep sound out from your phone, making you lift an eyebrow in alarm.
You look at the number calling in, and recognize it immediately as Jung Yunho - the manager you had previously met today. Your heart skips a beat, as you become anxious and nervous. Why would Yunho be calling now? At this hour?
“Look Junsu…” You say. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, ‘kay? I have a call coming in.”
“Oooh… Jaejoong! Have you found yourself a girlfriend?” Junsu mocks. “And why is she calling you so late? Is she looking for some midnight fun?”
“Shut up! There’s no girlfriend!” You yell back at him. Your voice then becomes hushed, and you say his name. “It’s Jung Yunho.” You explain.
“WHA-?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You rush your speedy explanation into a conclusion. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Thanks for helping me fill out the forms. I’ll see you in SM tomorrow!”
Just like that, you end the phone call with Junsu - hastily but correctly. You press the button that leads you to the other line, and listen attentively as your heart races.
“Hello?”
“Oh hey, Jaejoong, it’s me, Yunho.” His rich and manly voice sounds through the call, making you shiver as it reaches your eardrums. “I’m sorry to bother you so late, but, do you need any help filling out the forms? I’ll be glad to help you.”
A smile climbs onto your lips as you realize his intentions to assist you. “Actually, I’m finished.” You say cheerfully. “My friend Junsu just finished helping me complete them on the phone.”
“That explains the busy line.” He replies. You then sense a curious tone in his voice. “W-wait… Kim Junsu?” He asks.
“Yup, that’s him!”
“You’re friends with Junsu?”
You nod. “Unfortunately.” You admit, a bit sarcastically. “He’s the one that told me about the audition in the first place.”
“Oh really…” You can hear a thoughtful attitude in his voice. “He’s a wonderful vocalist, don’t you think?”
“Of course!” You remark. You had to admit it, listening to Junsu sing was like listening to a voice from heaven. His unique and husky voice fit his persona perfectly, blending it into a talented mixture of charisma and charm. Unlike your years of practicing, Junsu was pure talent. He was born with the potential to sing.
“Such a nice voice from a lousy person, right?” Yunho asks you.
You agree. “Lousy is an understatement!” You answer. “You have no idea how he is with me! I mean… from Monday to Saturday, he nags me, asking me if I want to go to bar-hopping with him. It’s only on Sundays when he rests - that’s the best day of the week by the way - but seriously… I can’t stand that guy!”
Yunho laughs in amusement. “What… he’s too animated for you to handle?” He questions. “Poor Jaejoong… can’t handle big bad Junsu.”
“What?! I-I-I can handle him just fine! Don’t underestimate me! I’m much stronger than you think, Jung Yunho!”
“Sure you are…”
“I told you to stop underestimating me!”
“I’m not! I said that you were strong… did I not?”
You sigh of frustration. “But you used sarcasm.”
“Me…? Use sarcasm? No way!”
“There you are, using it again!”
A drift of irritation blows onto you as silence stretches into the conversation. After the last sentence, you refused to speak, embarrassed that you had spoken like this to your future manager. You didn’t know Yunho so well - only for a mere twelve hours - but a part of you felt like it had known him for centuries. It was a strange feeling, knowing you could talk to someone so easily.
You found yourself crossing your arms as you broke the silence. “You and your sarcasm...” You proclaim, an acidic tone in your voice. “You stretch the rules of sarcasm way too much, you know that?”
“Yes. I’ve heard that a lot from a lot of people.” He states concisely. “I consider it a talent.”
“Well, I think it’s a pain in the ass.” You argue, unable to control your anger as you announced your opinion. “You have to admit that it’s true.”
“Of course it’s true.” He confesses. “People need sarcasm to live, don’t they?”
“Not me.”
The two of you laugh along, getting to know each other’s true personalities as you joke. Yunho was a lot different than you expected. Instead of being a stuck up ‘I’m a music producer and I’m so cool’ type of person, Yunho reminded you of a well-known friend. He spoke recklessly, not stopping to think of before he talks, and he laughs - to the same jokes you laugh at. Even though you’ve only met him today, he appeared strangely familiar - like you’ve known him for years.
“Do you have any plans tonight?”
You couldn’t help but ask him the effortless question as a gap opens up in your discussion. You were bored to death tonight, and you didn’t mind a little company here and there.
From the silence on the phone, he appeared to be deep in thought. You didn’t mind if he denied your invitation - but you secretly hoped he would permit himself to say yes. You understood that he was a busy man. Besides, he was a music producer at SM, and work would come before everything else.
“You want to hang out?” He asks, interest in his voice. “…at this hour?”
You look to your digital clock on your beside counter. It was 10:30 at night - two hours before your regular bedtime. The two of you had more than enough time to associate - so why not meet up?
“Why not?” You answer. “Besides… Junsu always comes over to study at this hour. Now he’s gone… and I miss the additional company here and there.”
You knew he was amused. “University students…” He trails off. “Company is more important than sleep in your world, is it not?”
“Obviously.”
“Then I’ll agree.” He states. “I just happen to be free tonight.”
“You’re free?” You ask, peculiarly. “I thought you had a family meeting.”
“I had.” He states, then he falls silent, and a hushed atmosphere appears before your conversation. You faintly wonder if it was your fault, as if you had a made a mistake somehow.
“Yunho…”
“What is it?”
You speak with worry hidden in your voice. “You sound a bit down…” You tell him. “Did something happen?”
At first, he was inaudible - as if he had wanted to conceal something. Then he sighed, and decided to speak with confidence. “How should I start?” He asks, unsure about his own actions. “Let’s just say that the family meeting didn’t go as planned.” He admits. “But don’t worry about it, I’m perfectly fine.”
You smile. Someone like Yunho could handle an amateur situation perfectly. His personality reflected that flawlessly, and you were amazed at how strong he was at times. You found him a thousand times stronger than you - who couldn’t even handle a mere audition failure without any tears. You needed Yunho in your life, and you had a lot to learn from him.
“I’ll see you then.” You decide to end the call with anxiety. “We shouldn’t be wasting any more time.”
“Yes.” He agrees. “I’ll meet you at your house in a few minutes.”
“Okay.” You then tell him your address, and directions on how to get there. You mumble a silent good-bye as you hear him hang up, ending your long and lengthy phone call. Your phone was fire hot - due to time-consuming conversation.
You could feel a chill up your spine, as well as ignited flame inside of you. He would be at your house in a couple of minutes, and you didn’t have any sort of preparation ready for him. Your small apartment was cold and empty, filled with pages of unfinished songs and guitar scores. Just what in the world could you do to liven up your place?
After long moments of consideration and deliberation, you finally stumbled upon an obvious solution.
You knew exactly what to do.
Ding Dong.
The doorbell rings, making you jump as the clear noise sounds through your house. You were beyond nervous - shaking anxiously while you walked to the door. You place your shaking hands on the door knob, and prepare yourself before doing anything reckless.
‘Jaejoong, calm down.’ You lecture yourself clearly. ‘I have no reason to be nervous. He’s just a producer, nothing more.’
You open the door to see Yunho, showing his masculine grin while he takes off his shoes and walks in. You smile back at him, giving him a casual greeting as he observes your apartment with interest.
You stare into Yunho face with concentration, noticing his significant features and characteristics. He looked especially manly today - with dark jeans and a white long-sleeved T-shirt. His hair was a bit messy, exactly like how it was this morning. He smells like lavender as you lean in to observe his cologne. The scent fit him effortlessly, creating a tough and manly personage for him.
This time, he sticks out his nose, and sniffs around your house suspiciously. “Something he smells good.” He tells you, closing his eyes to enjoy the tangy fragrance.
You grin. “Oh that’s the soup I’m cooking.” You explain. “I thought I’d make us a midnight snack.” You clarify, as you see a astonished expression upon his visage.
“You cook?” He asks, staring at your hamtaro apron you had forgotten to take off. You nod to answer his question, and hurriedly untie your apron in embarrassment.
“Nice apron.” He tells you, his eyes unable to take off the feminine article of clothing. “It’s amazing that you know how to cook.” He remarks. “Typical guys don’t bother to do anything like that these days.”
“Do you?” You ask him, blinking your large eyes at him intrudingly.
“I have no idea how to.” He admits. “But I would love to learn.”
You smirk. “It’s not something you learn.” You explain. “I consider it a natural characteristic of humans.”
“Why is that?”
“Humans need food to live, right? So, if God invented food, He would intentionally bless us with a skill to create something out if it.” You make your point crystal clear for Yunho. “It does seem a bit feminine at times, doesn’t it?”
He shakes his head. “No, not at all. In fact I think it’s a bit… oh what’s the word…?” He pauses to investigate through his mind. “Special?”
“Thanks.” You say before returning to the stove in a hurry. Once again, you pull out your wooden spoon, and stir around the soup carefully. The aroma escapes from the hot liquid, making you satisfied and pleased. Your cooking skill was one that you needed - and you weren’t afraid to admit it.
As you stir on, you could feel Yunho’s eyes interestedly on you. You turn around, only to find him picking up one of your unfinished songs.
“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” You hurry out of the kitchen and snatch the wrinkly piece of paper out of his hands. “That’s private!”
“Why?” He asks. “It was a good song. Why are you so ashamed about it?”
You could feel a slight blush on your cheeks as he spoke to you. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find yourself the right answer to his wise question. You never showed anyone your work before - not even your close friends.
“You mind if I have Changmin look through these?” He asks.
His question surprises you out of your thoughts, as you blink your eyes, wondering if he was kidding. But Yunho wasn’t the type of person to joke around about work - you could tell that by just looking at his face.
“You think he’ll like them?” You inquire, digging through Yunho’s brain for an eligible answer.
“Of course.” He nods, and looks back on the wrinkly paper. “Maybe we can record one of theses songs tomorrow, and see how you do.”
You look down at your bare feet. “But, Changmin… he’s pretty tough, isn’t he?” You ask. “Do you honestly think that a major song writer like him will approve of my work?”
“I’m sure he won’t ignore them.” Yunho replies. “Once you get to know Changmin, you won’t find him intimidating at all.”
“I know, but stil-”
A sound from the kitchen interrupts your conversation. You look back to find your soup viciously evaporating, while the lid wildly wobbles up and down. You run to the kitchen, and open up the lid so the liquid receives an opportunity to evaporate. You smile back at Yunho while he puts your song back onto the coffee table.
“It’s ready.” You tell him. “Are you hungry?”
He nods. “I couldn’t eat a thing at the French restaurant….so I’m starving.”
He transports himself into the kitchen, and then to the round table. You prepare him his share, and place it on the table in front of him. Then, you fill up your bowl, and sit across from him with a spoon in one hand.
He takes a sip from the soup and from the expression on his face, you could see that he had enjoyed it. You take a sip yourself, and swallow it as your taste buds judge the flavor. “Too salty.” You apologize. “Shouldn’t have put in that last pinch of salt.”
His warm grin denies your apology. “It’s okay.” He argues. “Don’t worry about it. It’s perfect.”
You agree, a bit humbly. “Nothing like homemade Korean food.” You smirk, and then frown as you see a depressed expression on his face. “What’s wrong? Yunho, did something happen?”
“It’s - nothing…” He answers. “It’s just that… a lot happened today.”
“I’ll say.” You remark. “This must’ve been my most ecstatic day ever.”
He sighs as he brings another spoonful of soup to his lips. He looked fairly satisfied as he enjoys the flavor of the soup.
“Yunho, what exactly happened at the dinner today?” You question, hoping that he would answer your curious thought.
“It’s a long story.” He comments as if he had wanted to veil something away from you.
“We have time.” You insist, wanting Yunho to explain his situation as well as reveal his worries to you. You considered him a friend now, and you hoped that he would feel the same way about you.
“It’s 11 at night… we don’t have time.”
“C’mon… don’t be so stubborn!”
“Hey!” He yells as you lift his bowl of soup off the table, and onto the counter. You cross your arms and stare him demandingly.
“No story, no soup!”
“Jerk!” He yells. “Fine… I’ll tell you… but give me my soup!” He agrees to your request, and retrieves the soup back to his grasp.
“I’ll tell you… about the worst father on earth.”
This was a long chapter~ I’ve worked over week on this verse. I don’t really know why it took so long… probably because of my lazy mind. I did have a bit of writer’s block with this, but it all turned out okay. I think their relationship really developed in this chapter, and how Jaejoong made a meal for depressed Yunho. He’s just who Yunho needs!
I've finally created an OST for this story~ I used to have denied the thought of an OST because I listened to too much Asian music and not enough English music. But... I looked back on a few of my old CDs... and I found some songs that seemed fitting~ I hope you enjoy them ^^
There’s 28 days left until the Korean Music Festival! I’m so excited! I’ll be sure to post some pictures!
Please comment~ I know there are some silent readers for this fic. But… please comment! I would very much appreciate it!
Thanks~
~Cindy
Chance | Sing | Conversation | Interruptions | Spark | Microphone