Jaejoong's Lyric Verse 6/?
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'm finally updating~ yay~ hope you enjoy this chapter~
Verse Six: Microphone
Book Cover | Movie Poster
J a e j o o n g ’ s L y r i c
V e r s e S i x : M i c r o p h o n e
You wake to the sound of an annoyed voice barking in your ears as your alarm sounds somewhere in the distant background.
“Jaejoong! Shut this hunk of metal before I smash it!”
“Then turn it off!”
Struggling to stand but not able to do so you reply with half-hearted vehemence. “Alright but you have to let go of me first! I can’t move if you have your arms wrapped around me!”
The yelling match between the two of you ended abruptly as you thought about you had just said. You look down to see that you were no longer sleeping on the blanket and pillow you had placed on the floor the night before; you were now sleeping in your bed, with Yunho.
You slowly begin to remember what had happened the previous night. You had invited Yunho to your apartment due to boredom. He ended up eating soup with you while he informed you about the dinner with his unsupportive parents. When it became time, he fell asleep, not bothering to return to his own home for the night. You let him rest on your only bed, and made a space for yourself on the floor.
Blushing to your roots, you immediately tried to pull away, but Yunho held you fast to your waist and refused to let you go.
“W-what are you doing? Let go of me, Yunho!” You yell hysterically.
“Idiot! Why are you screaming at me?” He barked back matching your glare for glare.
“Because I want to get up and you won’t let me!” You toss back with fervor.
“Jaejoong, get one thing straight, you crawled into bed with me! Not the other way around!” He snarled with a hint of indignation in his voice.
“Well, it’s my bed, Yunho! So if I want to get into it, I will!” You counter his argument with your own. Blushing bright red, you continue. “And I didn’t remember you were here! It was late at night and I was in a sleep-induced haze. I just thought I feel out of bed or something… so I climbed back in without you were there, okay?”
Lying on his side with you pulled tight against his chest, he eyes your upturned face as you stare at him defiantly, fire raging in your eyes.
“I didn’t say you did it on purpose, I just said you did it. Gosh… why did I make the mistake of staying here, anyway?” He turns his face away and releases his hold on you.
Unprepared for his statement or his hasty action, you were taken back when he suddenly released and you began to flail around in a last attempt to stay on the bed. You flail miserably and tumble to the floor in a jumble of arms, legs, and blankets. You sat up promptly and fixed the idiot Yunho with your most powerful ‘you will be sorry for that’ glare but it was wasted on his turned backside. Yunho stay laid in your bed, and when he figured your eyes were on him, burning holes into his backside, he began to make a show of putting up the covers and snuggling back into the pillows.
You roll your eyes. “Get out of bed, don’t we have some sort of training at SM today?”
The once motionless Yunho skipped out of the blankets, and hastily ran around the room - trying to find his clothes from yesterday. You sigh at his running figure. Work definitely woke Yunho up, and you recognized how typical of him it was.
Only dressed in a tank top and his dark jeans from yesterday, you observed him closely, not bothering to blink your eyes as your eyes lay upon his tall frame.
Regardless of the mesmerizing sight, you lift yourself off the cold ground, and prepare yourself for the day ahead of you. Unable to say a word, Yunho uncomfortably rushes to the bathroom, seals the door, and changes behind it in silence.
“A music producer, he calls himself.” You say aloud, wanting Yunho to overhear your opinion. “Without me, he would be nothing.”
He peeks out from behind the bathroom door, and a stubborn “Hey,” was heard. He was covered with half-buttoned clothes, and had a irritated expression upon his visage. “Don’t say that to your future manager.” He tells you, hoping to lecture you.
“Manager? I consider him more of friend.” You argue, hilarity in your voice. “Yet… he doesn’t quite treat me like one…”
He rolls his eyes at you and fixes the collar of his white linen shirt. He walks out of the bathroom, and then into the hall. “Shouldn’t we be leaving?” He asks you. “Get dressed. We’re already late.”
“…says the guy who can‘t shut off an alarm clock.” You remark.
“Shut up and hurry up.”
“If you say so, manager.”
You rush around the house, in attempt to find a clean shirt and cleanse your teeth at the same time. With no time to brush your hair, you leave it as it is - dark, disorganized, and ruffled. As you throw your T-shirt on, you scurry around your small apartment to find your guitar. When you find it, you grab it right away, as well as the forms you had filled out last night. You didn’t want any more delay - not on your first day of training.
At the amusing sight, Yunho couldn’t help but break out a laugh. “You’re quite the runner.” He tells you, but you only continue, not minding his scornful comment.
“It’s your fault.” You tell Yunho before exiting your apartment. “You’re the one that decided to stay.” He gave you an exasperated glare, and instructs you to enter his black car. You couldn’t help but stare, not when you’re in a BMW filled with leather seats and video screens.
“Shut up.” He tells you, as he stubbornly drives you to your first day of training.
“Jaaaeeejooooong!!!!!”
An excited Junsu rushes up to your companion, and captures him in a warm embrace. He pulls away awkwardly, whilst he sees Changmin’s watchful glare slither over him. He laughs silently, attempting to vent Changmin’s anger out of him little by little.
“This is Kim Jaejoong.” You introduce the pale skinned boy to the others while Junsu releases Jaejoong’s small frame. “He will be training with us for the next few months. Based on how he does, we will determine his debut date and how long to keep him in training.”
Junsu nods at your explanation. “Yeah… and I told him about the audition.” He nudges Changmin with his elbow humorously. “Without me, he wouldn’t even be here at all.”
Changmin gives Junsu a appreciative smile, and then turns to face Jaejoong once again. He observes him from head to toe, glancing at every detail of him, not bothering to miss an inch. His glare halts at his face, and brightens up as he sees his smile.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Shim Changmin.” He reaches a hand out to your companion. “It’s nice seeing you again.”
He replies his handshake with one of his own. He looks nervous, not bothering to say a word as he meets his eyes with Changmin’s.
You decide to break the silence between them. “Jaejoong… Changmin is a famous song writer…” You explain. “Probably one of the most famous in Korea. He started writing songs ever since he was thirteen, and eventually got accepted by SM.” Changmin grins back at you, satisfied at how well you know him. “Today, he’s one of the most famous names in the music industry, and despite his young age - he is still quite a moneymaker.”
The timid Jaejoong looks up at Changmin through his lashes, nervously at first. However, after a few seconds, his eyes began to warm up while he stares up in interest.
“It’s an honor meeting you.” Jaejoong replies bluntly. His face then aligned itself with yours, almost in gratitude for allowing him to meet such a extraordinary person. You couldn’t help but feel a bit envious at the way Jaejoong admired Changmin. On the day that Jaejoong met you, he didn’t seem half as ecstatic as he was now.
Your life would’ve been a lot easier if you were in Changmin’s shoes. It was a staple in your daily thoughts now. He had it all - the fame, the success, the talent…
“Yunho, do you mind coaching Jaejoong through his vocal recordings?” Changmin breaks through your useless thoughts and commands you to focus. You nod to his request, and lead Jaejoong through the SM headquarters and then to the recording studio. As soon as he enters the cozy yet spacious compartment, he gasps, either at equipment - or at the size of the studio. You wouldn’t blame him - besides, this was every singer’s dream, right?
“Our facility is one of the best of its kind.” Changmin states, seeing Jaejoong’s face overflow with astonishment. “Because of their talent and hardworking skills, the producers and songwriters make our recording studio the best it can be.”
Jaejoong nods back at the songwriter in amusement. You could see a thousand questions fill his face - most of them toward Changmin.
“There has been dozens of artists who have recorded in this very studio.” Changmin states. “From H.O.T to S.E.S… BoA, Shinhwa, The TRAX, Fly to the Sky…” He leads his list to a stop. “Those are just a few.”
“Wow! I’m in the same recording studio as-”
“Yes, we know Jaejoong, you’ll have to get used to it.” You add.
After his “Wow! I’m in a recording studio!” conversation with Changmin, you lead Jaejoong into one of the recording compartments. The room was covered with wood to insure pure silence, so that the outside noises would not interrupt the perfection that was going on inside. The singer would not be able to hear a thing, rather than his producer’s voice sounding through his rather large and comfortable headphones. One would usually find themselves uncomfortable and unable to breathe in such a studio. However, for some people, it was like stepping into heaven.
You walk into the small compartment with Jaejoong closely behind you. You instruct him to stand beside the microphone while placing a glass of water on the counter alongside him. “Here.” You hand him a pair of Sony headphones. “Put these on.” You order.
He obeys your command as you exit, leaving him alone in the closed cubicle. Afterwards, you sit on your leather chair, and adjust a few knobs on the soundboard to fully prepare yourself for the recording. Changmin and Junsu stand closely behind you, waiting patiently for Jaejoong to sing his long-deserved song.
“Jaejoong, can you hear me?” You speak into the microphone as you put on your own set of headphones. He gives you a thumbs up, and a clear signal that he was in fact ready.
“Would you mind singing a song for us?” Changmin talks through his own microphone, and observes Jaejoong carefully. “Perhaps, Insa? I’ve read over the lyrics… and they’re quite good actually.”
You could see a frown across Jaejoong’s face as soon as Changmin’s sentence ended. You roll your eyes - you knew what he was getting at.
“When did I tell you to give my lyrics to Changmin?” You hear through your headphones. He had on a stubborn expression upon his face - you could see that evidently through the clear glass.
“You didn’t say not to.” You reply.
“But I never said ‘yes.’” He argues. “You took the lyrics without my permission - that’s stealing.”
“Jaejoong, shut up.” You tell him immediately.
“Theif.”
“Stupid.”
“Time-waster.” Changmin cuts in with his own joke, telling you to get started without delay.
“Hey! It’s him who’s wasting time!”
“Just… start.” He commands.
You give Jaejoong one of your glares, while he shoots another collection of insults at you.
“You idiot, just sing.” You tell him.
He rolls his eyes at you, but agrees to your suggestion. He takes a drink of water, and then clears his throat to prepare himself for his song. You take time to remove your headphones, and instead filter his voice through the speakers so everyone in the room could hear. He was ready, you were ready, now all that was needed was his song.
fly away
fly away, love
fly away
fly away, love
fly away
fly away, love
내
생에 단 한번의 사랑아 안녕
Before you could notice Changmin and Junsu’s expressions, you couldn’t help but feel your own heart beating frantically inside you. Jaejoong was more amazing than you thought, and you had loathed yourself for underestimating his talent. His tones, his pitch - everything about his voice was over perfected. Like Junsu, his voice was distinct and unique. However, Jaejoong portrayed a smoother tone - making it a bit more soothing and peaceful to listen to. After all the gruesome auditions and castings - you were glad that you were finally able to hear a true singer sing.
“Bravo.” The three of you clap simultaneously after his stunning performance. Junsu had an over ecstatic expression on his face, while Changmin almost carried the opposite. Instead of smiling, his held a poker face - close to the one he gave Jaejoong at his audition. His face filled with control and stillness, and it was very hard to predict what was going on inside his head.
“Jaejoong… you have to learn to control your breathing.” Changmin criticizes, the poker face still written across his features. “We’re here to hear you sing, not breathe.”
“Changmin, don’t be so harsh.” Junsu argues as he sees Jaejoong’s down expression through the glass. “I think he’s quite amazing - much better than I thought - don’t you agree, Yunho?”
You nod to answer his question, and resume smiling back at Jaejoong through the thick glass. “Besides the breathing part, everything else was perfect. “You remark. “Would you like to try again?”
He accepts, and takes a another drink of water before returning to work.
After a few hours of fiddling with Jaejoong’s recordings, Changmin and Junsu leaves you behind, each attending to their own jobs and errands. On the eighth try, you decide to add in your accompaniment, which you created simply by playing on your keyboard. After adjusting a few sharps and flats, the two of you achieve perfection on the fifteenth try. It was a long and ghastly process - but you somehow learned to overcome it.
Somewhere along those fifteen tries, you found yourself acting strangely against your will. Instead of paying attention to your job and the music, you paid attention to him. His eyes, his creamy skin, his midnight-dark hair - they were all too hard not to notice. Jaejoong was a piece of perfection, and you couldn’t help but admit that he was.
‘He’s just a singer, nothing more.’ You tell yourself. ‘He’s just here to make his dream come true - and I don’t have the right to interrupt him.’
But… maybe he was something more. Maybe he was a lot more. The way the two of you communicated, they way you got along - it felt all too familiar to you. This morning, when you held him in your arms, why did it feel so warm? Why did it feel so good?
Maybe… you fell in love, without even noticing you did?
Ah~ This is very slow... isn't it? But... I want it to be slow... so that I can explain everything in detail. We must show, instead of tell, don't we?
I apologize if it's too slow for your taste~
Hollywood Bowl is coming in fifteen days~ *too excited* I'm counting down every day~
See you guys soon~
~Cindy
P.S. Everyone who read this should comment ^^
Chance | Sing | Conversation | Interruptions | Spark | Microphone | Flirt